Special Containment Procedures: SCP-091 is to be stored in a standard containment locker at Site-██. When SCP-091 is not being tested, it is to be placed under combination lock. Since SCP-091 has shown no signs of resistance to tearing or damage greater than that of normal cardboard, great care should be taken when transporting it to and from testing sites.
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During testing, no one other than the subject should view SCP-091. Those suspected of having seen SCP-091 are to be administered Class-B amnestics immediately, and all personal recordings or images in the possession of the subject—both print and digital—are to be destroyed to prevent recurrence.
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Description: SCP-091 is a “Scotties” brand tissue box, currently empty. Immediately upon observing SCP-091, viewers report an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Those affected begin reminiscing about times they “were near” SCP-091, major events that occurred while it was present, or people and places that somehow relate to it.
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SCP-091 was originally recorded as an anomalous item and sent to Reliquary Site-44, until one of the members of the recovery team, Assistant Researcher ████—while viewing a recording of her wedding from 199█—noted SCP-091 in the background of the film and noted a strong flood of nostalgic memories attached to it, including:
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Memories of SCP-091 at the wedding itself.
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Memories of SCP-091 at the reception.
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Memories of SCP-091 during the honeymoon.
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A further interview with Assistant Researcher ████’s ex-husband demonstrated that he too remembered SCP-091 in all of those places and situations, again noting strong feelings of nostalgia and fondness for it. Further investigation found that several people who attended the wedding remember SCP-091 being there and the emotional effect. Others were asked to describe the wedding itself without being informed of SCP-091. In these cases, they described the scene without including SCP-091, until they were questioned about it directly. At that time, they immediately underwent the same, previously observed effect.
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Continued testing under other situations has continued to produce similar results. Administration of amnestics has proven ineffective at stopping the effect if the subject is allowed to view an image or recording of SCP-091.
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Of note is the fact that in each recorded instance of SCP-091, the box pictured is full of tissues.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1086-1 are to be contained and quarantined until death. While no method of treating or curing SCP-1086 has been determined, it remains possible to prevent its spread so long as infected iterations are contained as quickly as possible. Due to the time-sensitive nature of containment, any Mobile Task Force not engaged in immediate actions may be activated for purposes of capture and transfer of SCP-1086-1 instances to the central containment area at Site 38. In the event of a widespread outbreak of SCP-1086, any facility, Foundation or otherwise, with a Biohazard Containment Chamber rated at Biosafety Level 3 or higher may be commandeered for containment purposes.
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So long as containment protocols are carried out in full, there should be one (1) instance of SCP-1086-1 at any given time. This iteration is to be kept alive at all costs until identification of the next victim is complete; use of any and all necessary medical supplies are preauthorized for this purpose. In the event of a containment breach resulting in more than one instance of SCP-1086-1, it is to be considered preferable that multiple infected individuals be kept alive for failsafe purposes, but the prevention of further spread of SCP-1086 is to take priority over this. However, under no circumstances are all iterations of SCP-1086-1 to be terminated; this will lead to further outbreak.
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Note: Some concerns have been raised regarding the extensive commitment of personnel and materiel required to the containment of a single individual. It should be remembered that the priority here is speed; SCP-1086-1 instances become contagious within six hours of initial infection, giving twenty-five hours total of advance warning to stop a potential epidemic. Additionally, containment may require seizing control of a specialized biocontainment lab in complete secrecy before administering amnestics to dozens or hundreds of witnesses. Budgetary concerns are secondary. —Dr. ████, head researcher, SCP-1086
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Description: SCP-1086 is an immunosuppressive disorder brought on principally brought on by infection with a heretofore undiscovered species of bacteria. Infected individuals are designated SCP-1086-1. The disease has two primary effects on the human body. First, the disease causes the body to reroute 9█% of its leukocytes to a single location in the mediastinal lymph node, forming a translucent, gelatinous mass identified as SCP-1086-2. During the formation of this mass, white blood cells are converted into a mass of closely-interconnected neurons, glial cells, synapses, and circulatory tissue; the final mass will be composed principally of these cells and the bacteria responsible for transmitting SCP-1086, making SCP-1086-2 especially dangerous. The bacteria responsible for SCP-1086 has shown a total immunity to bacteriostatic antibiotic agents, and a near-total immunity to bactericidic antibiotic agents; in those cases in which bactericidic treatments are effective, the bacteria's rapid rate of reproduction effectively nullifies the treatment's effect.
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Second, due to the sudden near-total suppression of the body's immune system, infected individuals will develop multiple opportunistic infections, leading to the victim's rapid death. The bacterial species responsible for SCP-1086 is found only in infected humans and in SCP-1086-2; it has not been located in any other environment or species. SCP-1086-2 is produced by affected individuals during the course of the disease, and is the principal vector one of the principal vectors for transmission of SCP-1086.
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A marked difference between SCP-1086 contamination and other immunosuppressive syndromes is the pattern displayed by the opportunistic infections that ultimately result in the patients' deaths. While other immune-suppressing disorders result in a wide variety of different infections, SCP-1086-1 iterations consistently contract infections in a particular pattern, detailed below. The course of SCP-1086 is included in Addendum 1086-1.
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Addendum 1086-1: SCP-1086 Infection Pattern
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Stage 1: Initial infection, either through contact with bacteria or through death of prior instance of SCP-1086-1. Patient will rapidly lose immune system protection and fall prey to any number of dermatological diseases. The full list is included in Document 1086-32. However, regardless of the exact nature of the infection, all Stage 1 symptoms will be skin-related, and all will result specifically in severe pockmarking and blistering in geometric shapes across the patient's body. Without skin grafts, SCP-1086-1 iterations will die before entering Stage 2; as per containment procedures, this is to be avoided at all costs. SCP-1086-2 will begin to form in the upper chest of affected individuals, integrate itself into the nervous system, and begin sending messages to the brain. This process reverts the body's leukocytes to a pluripotent form and reassigns them as neuronal tissue; this process is very energy-taxing, and will burn through affected individuals' stored fat deposits quickly. Massive amounts of supplementary nutrition must be supplied to SCP-1086-1 to avoid death at this stage. Infected individuals become contagious six (6) hours after initial infection.
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Stage 2: Beginning of neurological symptoms, eighteen (18) hours after initial infection. SCP-1086-1 iterations will become intensely feverish and lose the ability to form coherent sentences during most of their waking hours, speaking only mostly in rambling passages with no discernible meaning; the words will be clearly spoken, but the sentences will be incomprehensible in most instances. The only consistency in this stage is the insistence on the part of affected individuals that they are "lost," without any further explanation. Most patients will likewise contract conjunctivitis during this stage, though all other symptoms will be neurological in nature. SCP-1086-2 will begin sending increasingly complex signals to the brain, which affected individuals will perceive as droning music and mumbling voices. It is believed that the utterances from SCP-1086-1 are attempts to process or describe these sounds. The subject's brain and SCP-1086-2 will "battle" for control over infected subjects' bodies, with the brain invariably losing.
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Stage 3: Total takeover by SCP-1086-2, forty-eight (48) hours after initial infection. Cerebral tissue in affected individuals will begin to decay to an unusable extent, giving SCP-1086-2 increased control over affected individuals' bodies, particularly the speech centers of the brain. During this time, SCP-1086-1 iterations will begin uttering a name and a series of numbers; these numbers can be processed into rough coordinates describing a location somewhere on Earth. These messages will be interspersed with hysterical periods of unintelligible babbling, believed to be attempts on the part of SCP-1086-2 to request assistance. Individuals will repeat these phrases for one hour, at which point SCP-1086-1 will go into convulsions and expel SCP-1086-2 orally. All personnel nearby must wear Biohazard Level 4 "blue suits" during Stage 3; any violation will result in quarantine as a new iteration of SCP-1086-1, as infection is almost certain without total isolation from the contaminated environment. Infected individuals will enter a comatose state and die within six (6) hours after expulsion.
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Twelve hours after the death of one SCP-1086-1 iteration, the individual named during Stage 3 will spontaneously contract SCP-1086 and become symptomatic. All Foundation task forces within range of the designated location are to converge on the area, locate the named individual, and deliver him to (in order of preference, depending on the amount of time required to capture the individual) Site 38, any Foundation location equipped with biohazardous containment facilities, or any civilian facility with equivalent specifications. Task forces involved in such operations are authorized to use whatever means necessary to commandeer such facilities, then call for Foundation reinforcements; containment of named specimens is paramount.
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Addendum 1086-2: Discovery and Concealment Record
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On 07/08/94, over two hundred small gelatinous masses fell onto the town of Oakville, WA, USA. These were found to be the initial iterations of SCP-1086-2; ██ individuals were infected with SCP-1086. Foundation personnel surrounded and quarantined the town, and were successful in capturing all contaminated individuals. While the use of amnestic agents allowed for the suppression of news of the event, the event reoccurred five more times over the next █ days. MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herring") was unable to completely prevent all news of the phenomenon from escaping, but was successful in creating multiple false leads and misdirecting public understanding of the event.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1209-1 instances are to be contained in standard humanoid containment cells at Site-██. They are to be fed meals three times a day. SCP-1209-1 instances are to be allowed to submit requests for entertainment or comfort materials which do not compromise security, within reason, as a reward for good behaviour. Socialisation with assigned Foundation staff is allowed, and encouraged in order to improve psychological well-being, but instances are not allowed to come into contact with each other.
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SCP-1209-1 instances are to be questioned at regular intervals by Foundation staff, and their responses are to be recorded, in order to document any noteworthy events observed and further understanding of SCP-1209. These interviews are to be conducted twice daily, at approximately 0800 hours and again at 1900 hours, as well as any time at which an SCP-1209-1 instance requests such an interview. SCP-1209-1 instances which have observed potentially traumatising events are to be monitored by an assigned psychiatrist, but may not be administered amnestics. It is considered vital that SCP-1209-1 instances retain their memory of transmitted images in case this knowledge becomes pertinent at a later date.
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SCP-1209-2 instances are largely passive and do not present anomalous behaviour aside from connection to SCP-1209. As such, no containment procedures are required to directly deal with SCP-1209-2 instances aside from monitoring. However, efforts should be made to identify all SCP-1209-2 instances.
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Should any SCP-1209-1 instance observe an event which is considered pertinent to the Foundation's mission, the Site Administrator of Site-██ is to be notified immediately in order to discuss responses.
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Description: SCP-1209 is a congenital defect of the eye found in several individuals from the region of [DATA EXPUNGED], and believed to be caused by an environmental factor. As a result of the deformity, the eye’s internal structure is drastically altered, although the most noticeable feature of the condition is the presence of multiple irises, pupils, lenses and associated anatomical features on the surface of the eye. Number of lenses per sclera is typically between two and four. This condition is usually accompanied by complete heterochromia, where each iris is differently coloured. As a result of the presence of multiple corneas and a distortion of the sclera, sufferers report mild to severe discomfort when attempting to move their eyes, and some have only limited range of movement in one or both eyes. In many cases, deformities in the internal structure of the eye render one or more of the lenses partially or totally blind. An in-depth analysis of the abnormal optical structures found in SCP-1209 subjects can be found in attached document 1209-α.
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Individuals affected by SCP-1209 (henceforth referred to as SCP-1209-1) appear to be able to see normally through only one of the pupils, usually the one aligned closest to where the pupil would normally be located. All other pupils display a view of the world consistent with that seen through the eyes of other individuals (henceforth referred to as SCP-1209-2). Each pupil displays images as seen by a single, separate person, and the persons that each pupil is able to ‘see through’ appear constant at all times.
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Each SCP-1209-1 instance is connected to multiple instances of SCP-1209-2, as many as there are additional pupils. These connections allow SCP-1209-1 to experience visual stimuli only, and appear to only transmit through the left eye of SCP-1209-2 instances. SCP-1209-1 cannot perceive SCP-1209-2’s experiences when they close their eyes, or when their eye is damaged beyond the point at which SCP-1209-2 can see through them. Should SCP-1209-2 die, transmission of images will continue until the internal structure of the eye deteriorates to a significant degree due to decomposition. If SCP-1209-2 is permanently blinded, or if the SCP-1209-1’s additional pupils are damaged significantly, transmission of images will cease. However, defects in the additional pupils do not prevent transmission; only injury or trauma prevents transmission. SCP-1209-1 will continue to perceive the experiences of SCP-1209-2 while dreaming, although reported transmission is less complete than while awake.
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There appears to be a distinct correlation between SCP-1209-1 and SCP-1209-2, in that all SCP-1209-2 instances were born within approximately two hours of the relevant SCP-1209-1 instance’s birth.
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SCP-1209 was discovered following routine scanning of medical files at ███████ Hospital. Subsequent investigation led to the discovery of █ SCP-1209-1 instances born in the nearby area, centred on the town of ███████, and more specifically the main water supply of the town. Investigation revealed the possibility that an unknown chemical had been introduced to the water supply repeatedly over the previous ██ years by an unknown party, posing as maintenance workers in order to access the water supply network. Although this event is believed to have had some connection to the outbreak of SCP-1209 due to a correlation between periods of ‘maintenance work’ and conceptions resulting in SCP-1209-1 instances, it is presently impossible to determine whether the two incidents are related. All remainders of the compound believed to have been introduced into the supply had degraded into other chemicals before testing could be performed. No experimentation has been able to determine the exact cause of SCP-1209.
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Addendum 1209-1: List of noteworthy SCP-1209-2 subjects (a full list of identified SCP-1209-2 subjects can be found in Document 1209-β):
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████ █████, Aide to ██████ █████, Secretary of State of [REDACTED]. Linked to SCP-1209-1-3. Considered noteworthy due to the considerable intelligence breach SCP-1209-2’s existence represents. As a result of Foundation intervention, Mr. █████ has since been removed from any position of political power.
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███████ ████, a noted criminal operating as part of the central African militant group [REDACTED]. Linked to SCP-1209-1-2. Killed in combat action ██/██/████ Due to the graphic and distressing nature of transmissions from Mr. ████, SCP-1209-1-2 was been placed under psychiatric observation, and remains so despite Mr. ████'s death and the cessation of transmission.
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███████ ███████, an Australian journalist working for ██████ █████ newspaper. Linked to SCP-1209-1-1. Killed ██/██/████ during an investigation involving material sensitive to Foundation interest, during which she witnessed the outbreak of the cognitohazard later classified SCP-████, though SCP-1209-1-1 was not affected. Remains to date the only use of SCP-1209 in order to assist Foundation efforts, as questioning of SCP-1209-1-1 was vital to providing intelligence allowing for the capture of the instance of SCP-████.
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Unknown individual linked to SCP-1209-1-3. Shortly after SCP-1209-1-3 came into Foundation custody, this instance of SCP-1209-2 is believed to have blinded himself in order to avoid detection. Prior to loss of transmission, the individual wrote down the message ‘I DON’T CARE FOR PRYING EYES. LEAVE ME ALONE’, apparently with the intention of transmitting the message to SCP-1209-1-3. It is unknown how or to what extent the individual was aware of his connection to SCP-1209.
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Unknown individual linked to SCP-1209-1-4. Careful analysis of data received from SCP-1209-1-4 indicates that no such individual was present, or could have been present, at some of the events described by SCP-1209-1-4. However, all descriptions of events relayed through SCP-1209-1-4 have proven to be accurate save for the appearance of the observing figure. Several events observed by this individual are extremely important or sensitive, although no transmission has been reported since ██/██/████.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1356 is kept in a small box in the storage facilities of Research Sector-09, unless approved for removal and transportation.
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Description: SCP-1356 is a small bath toy, resembling one of several generic "rubber duck" designs. Tests indicate that the object is made of plasticized polyvinyl chloride. It is designed to emit a sharp "squeak" when squeezed.
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When held by a human subject, the object appears to displace liquid water. If a subject holding the toy attempts to enter a lake or pool, for example, they will find that all liquid within an area extending approximately 152.4 x 81.3 x 45.7 cm from the body disappears.
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Tests performed in a small indoor pool revealed that the approximate volume of water before and after exposure to SCP-1356 remained consistent. However, even in the presence of a subject holding the anomalous duck, water levels were never observed to rise. This suggests that the object displaces the liquid to an unknown location, from which it eventually "returns". No unusual or foreign substances have yet been detected in "displaced" water, although pH levels indicate a slight increase in acidity.
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As the depth of displaced water never exceeds an average of 46 cm, a subject walking into a deep pool will eventually find their feet and legs submerged, while the rest of the body remains dry. Even vigorous motions and leaps, however, never suffice to bring the upper body into contact with water— the rectangular "dry space" seamlessly shifts to accomodate even the most abrupt movements. Testing to discover the parameters of this phenomenon, as well as potential practical uses, are ongoing.
Procedure: Subjects of various heights instructed to enter water with SCP-1356 at depths never exceeding subject's shoulder-height. Subjects encouraged to make every effort to bring hands or face into contact with the water surrounding the "dry space" created by the object.
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Results: So long as the subject is in standing-depth of water, the "dry space" will shift in accordance with the subject's motions— appearing to create a mobile, rectangular indent in the water. This phenomena, for unknown reasons, does not apply to the lower extremities in depths exceeding 46 cm.
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When test subject bends, water recedes rather than come into contact with hands or upper body; "dry space" appears to maintain its shape and volume as a rule. If subject at sufficient depth bends to the point of resting on hands and knees, the "dry space" will be covered over with water; subjects report no change in air pressure, however, breathability of air is limited.
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The greatest depth at which this total submersion of subject and "dry space" could be achieved was approximately 1.5 m, dependent on height of subject.
Objective: Determine whether "dry space" displacement can be used to keep subject afloat in deep water.
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Procedure: Four subjects of sufficient strength and flexibility instructed to carry SCP-1356 into water of a depth of 2.5 m, and attempt to draw legs up into "dry space".
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Results: All subjects report the same results, with variable degrees of difficulty and time elapsed before exhaustion. The following "rules" have now been consistently demonstrated:
+1) Once subject is out of standing-depth, "dry area" SCP-1356 creates around subject maintains its shape, volume, and orientation at the surface of the water.
+2) Out of standing-depth, subject's orientation inside of "dry area" becomes fixed— floating at waist-depth. Subject will now be able to submerge hands and forearms in water below waist-level, but any attempt to raise this water in handfuls is impossible.
+3) Attempts to re-orient upper or lower body inside "dry space" are exhausting, but prove fruitless; in addition, remaining in this suspended state for more than ten minutes negatively impacts the circulation of blood to the lower body, eventually resulting in intense cramping and faintness.
Objective: Test object's anomalous properties when not carried/in contact with human subject.
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Procedure 1: SCP-1356 placed in a small pool.
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Results: Object does not displace any amount of water, or affect pH levels in any significant way; object floats.
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Procedure 2: SCP-1356 placed in a small pool, and bombarded with jets of water and various items.
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Results: Despite the object's pliant PVC materials being easily damaged outside of water, when placed in any volume of water sufficient to keep it "afloat", object appears to resist all attempts to sink or damage it— bobbing, but always remaining upright and afloat.
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"Well, with this object's origins in mind, these results might be a prompting to examine the events and outcomes of Incident F-1992 more closely; always struck me as our business." - Dr. Dhruva
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Addendum 1: Prolonged exposure to SCP-1356 (hereafter defined as a sustained interval approaching or exceeding two hours, in any depth of water) appears to affect the subject's skin, which takes on the "prune-like" texture associated with autonomic nerve responses to prolonged contact with water.
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After 2.5 hours of exposure a subject was also found to be significantly dehydrated, despite receiving fluids before exposure to SCP-1356 and sweating minimally.
Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter of SCP-1357 is to be monitored by Foundation personnel at all times, with a minimum of two security personnel posted at every entrance and exit of the park. Any persons approaching SCP-1357 are to be detained by Foundation personnel and administered Class-B amnestics. If the persons are carrying instances of SCP-1357-B, the instances are to be confiscated and filed in the Records Room of Site 45 (Cabinet-74) for possible future testing. On the 13th of every month, Foundation agents are to identify the persons receiving the new instances of SCP-1357-B, recover the instances, and administer Class-B amnestics to the persons involved.
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Due to the specific personnel required to activate the anomalous properties of SCP-1357, D-Class testing of this anomaly is effectively impossible. Testing of this object may be accomplished by groups of Foundation personnel able to provide the required subjects necessary to manifest SCP-1357-A. Any persons involved in testing that are not directly involved in Foundation matters must be administered Class-A amnestics after testing and monitored for two months for signs of residual memories. Any subjects showing residual memories are to be readministered Class-A amnestics and monitored for another two months. Due to these constraints, all testing must be kept to a minimum and approved by no less than three Level-4 and five Level-3 personnel.
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Description: SCP-1357 is a theme park located in ██████, Poland with an area of approximately 4km2. There are four ticket booths that allow entrance into the park, located at the northern, eastern, southern, and western sides of the area. SCP-1357 houses various attractions normally found at theme parks, such as amusement rides, bumper cars, and assorted booths and stores. No items, commodities, or snacks require currency of any kind to operate or purchase. The types of rides and attractions seem to be influenced by the preferences of the youngest subject in the group activating SCP-1357's anomalous effects; rides found in non-anomalous theme parks have been observed as well as attractions such as sapient foodstuffs and animals, temporal displacements, and extradimensional portals.
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SCP-1357's anomalous properties are activated when a specified group of people enter the park. The requirements of the group are as follows:
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When these requirements are met, a group of human individuals designated as SCP-1357-A manifest throughout the anomalous area. SCP-1357-A manifestations vary in age, ethnicity, sex, and gender. All instances are always uniformly costumed; the costumes are typically based on characters from various media1. The appearance of SCP-1357-A appears to be strongly influenced by the personal experiences of the youngest subject in the group. The instances of SCP-1357-A appear within the park as both customers and employees and are noted to be exceptionally amiable.
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SCP-1357-B are tickets that read "Playland: Admits one person per ticket. Have a magical family experience!" in the native language of the recipients they are delivered to. Instances of SCP-1357-B have been found to be mailed to assorted families around the area, along with directions to the park and a short pamphlet describing SCP-13572. Instances of SCP-1357-B are consistently delivered on the 13th day of every month. The Foundation has not yet discovered the source of the tickets, nor has it found a pattern regarding the recipients of SCP-1357-B. Families have reportedly received anywhere from three to six instances of SCP-1357-B at once. If a ticket is not redeemed for entrance into the park before the 13th day of the following month, the tickets will disappear. SCP-1357-B will allow entrance into the park by any individual, regardless of whether they were the intended recipient or not. Any personnel that are not carrying SCP-1357-B that attempt to enter the park will be denied access by several instances of SCP-1357-A.
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SCP-1357 was discovered when the Foundation was alerted to reports of a "constantly changing alien amusement park" from the town of █████, Poland. The claims were investigated and traced back to SCP-1357, which was active at the time of discovery. All citizens of the town were questioned and administered Class-B amnestics.
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Addendum-1357-Gamma:
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Congratulations! Your family has been selected to participate in some good ol' family fun at Playland! Parents bring your kids and kids bring your parents! Take some time off of working and take some time for playing! We have everything you can want, from roller coasters, to parades, to fireworks and anything else you can imagine, as long as you remember to ask nicely! If you want to talk to a representative, call us at (███)███-████3 or visit us online at ██████████.com.
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Interview Log-1357-Lambda-1: On 04/08/2005, Agent Fredricks and his immediate family were equipped with audio recording devices that constantly transmitted to Foundation consoles. They entered SCP-1357 using three confiscated instances of SCP-1357-B. Fredricks attempted to interview an instance of SCP-1357-A.
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Interviewed: SCP-1357-A-4878, which was dressed similar to "Steve" from the children's program "Blue's Clues"
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+Interviewer: Agent Fredricks
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+Foreword: Agent Fredricks had isolated a single SCP-1357-A subject out of the population wandering around the park for the purpose of this interview.
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+Agent Fredricks: Can you tell me about this place?
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SCP-1357-A: Sure! Playland is a place for all your family fun needs! We cater specifically to your family's needs each time, and do our best to make sure you're satisfied!
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+Agent Fredricks: Who made you?
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SCP-1357-A: Mr. Fredricks, that's certainly not important! [No members of Fredricks's family had previously revealed their last name to any instance of SCP-1357-A.]
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+Agent Fredricks: It is important. Please just answer my questions. [aside to his daughter] Not right now sweetie, I'm trying to work.
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+SCP-1357-A: Work? Why, Mr. Fredricks! There's no need to worry about anything so silly as work! Just have fun! Look, your daughter wants you to play!
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+Agent Fredricks:[aside to his daugher] Hailey, I'll be there in a minute, I promise. No, I'm not being mean to Steve. Go over with mom, okay? [speaking to SCP-1357-A] I'm afraid that I must work right now. You are exactly why I have my job.
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+SCP-1357-A:[sighing] I'm sorry, but if you can't relax, I'm afraid you're going to ruin the fun for everyone else if you don't stop.
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+Agent Fredricks: Please just answer the questions. Now, how long has this park been open?
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+SCP-1357-A: I'm terribly sorry to do this, but you seem to be upsetting your daughter.
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+Closing Statement: Agent Fredricks was forcibly removed from SCP-1357 by three instances of SCP-1357-A. Agent Fredricks's wife attempted to exit the park, despite great protest from their daughter. As Adelaide Fredricks attempted to leave the park, several instances of SCP-1357-A separated the subjects, preventing Mrs. Fredricks from reentering the park and leading their daughter by hand back into the park. One of the individuals was noted as saying, "Don't worry sweetie, you don't have to leave if you don't have to! They'll be back for you later, when you're ready."
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After the events of Interview Log-1357-Lambda-1, MTF-Delta-2 (aka "Rescue Rangers") was dispatched in an attempt to recover Hailey Fredricks from SCP-1357. Despite superior firepower and training, MTF-Delta-2 was outnumbered and overwhelmed by SCP-1357-A instances and was unable to recover the subject. Further recovery attempts are currently pending.
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Interview Log-1357-Lambda-2: Hailey Fredricks's audio recording device continued to trasmit signals after the events of Interview Log-1357-Lambda-1. The following are excerpts of audio received. All voices not positively identified as belonging to Hailey Fredricks are presumed to belong to various instances of SCP-1357-A.
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Hailey: Say, why are you a girl Steve?
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SCP-1357-A: Why, all the boy Steves are busy getting the park ready for you!
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Hailey: This is so, so, so much fun! I never ever ever wanna' leave! I love you, Mr. Steve!
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SCP-1357-A: Haha, I love you too, Hailey! I'm so glad you came to join us!
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SCP-1357-A: Guess what's here, Hailey!
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Hailey: What is it, what is it?!
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SCP-1357-A: Heeere comes the mail, it's just a snail, it makes me wanna wag my tail, when it comes I wanna wail, MAAAIIIL!
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Hailey: No, the song goes, um, the song says "it never fails," not "it's just a snail!"
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SCP-1357-A: Haha, silly me, I forgot! Anyways, here are your letters. You got one from your mom and your dad. Yaaay!4
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Hailey: Thank you! Um, Steve? I can't read, can you tell me what this says?
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SCP-1357-A: Of course honey! "Dear Hailey, we hope you are having a lot of fun! We would love to come visit, but we have so much work and we are tired. Just send us a letter when you want to come home and we'll be there right away! P.S. Daddy says to brush your teeth!"
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SCP-1357-A: …and here's the biiiggest bedroom we have. You get to sleep here, Hailey! I hope you like it, we made that big thinking chair just for you! We made sure it was big enough and snuggly enough to sleep on every night.
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Hailey:[squeals] Oh, I love it! Thank you, Mr. Stevie!
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Hailey: Why aren't my mommy and daddy coming yet? I thought I wrote that letter so good…
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SCP-1357-A: Oh, Hailey, maybe they're just busy. I'm sure that they'll be right here as soon as they read that letter.
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Hailey: Mr. Steve, when is mommy and daddy coming back?
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SCP-1357-A: What's the matter honey? Are you not having fun anymore?
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Hailey: Oh, I am! I just wanna' know when I hafta go home.
Hailey: My legs huuurt and we've been waiting foreeever. Are you sure the letter said they were coming today?
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SCP-1357-A: Hm, let me check again…"We got your wonderful letter…found a day off…coming on Saturday…front entrance." Yep, that's what the letter says.
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Hailey: Hmph. Can we go back inside? I wanna' slushie.
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SCP-1357-A: Of course, Hailey. And while we're there, we can write another letter to them asking why they didn't come when you asked them to.
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SCP-1357-A: "Did we say yesterday? Sorry sweetie, we forgot. We were real busy doing our grownup things and didn't remember to pick you up. We're real sorry. I think we have another day off next month, so we can pick you up then! Love, daddy and mommy."
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Hailey:[sniffs]
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Hailey: Steve, do mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving their babies?
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SCP-1357-A: Hm, sometimes, I think. Why do you ask?
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Hailey: I think my mommy and daddy stopped loving me. [sobbing]
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SCP-1357-A: Oh, oh, oh, dear friend, don't be upset! We're here to love you even if your mean old parents won't.
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Hailey:[sniffs] Forever?
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SCP-1357-A: Forever!
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Hailey: Promise?
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SCP-1357-A: Promise. We'll always be here for you even if they aren't.
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Hailey: Ms. Steve, I want my mommy and daddy.
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SCP-1357-A: Hailey, stop thinking such silly thoughts about those mean people! Here, have some more funnel cake, then we can ride on the carousel again!
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Hailey: No! No, no no! I want my mommy and daddy!
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SCP-1357-A:[laughs] Oh, dearie, they're no fun. I'm here for you now! We're your family! C'mon, let's play!
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Hailey:[sounds of falling objects] I don't wanna' play no more, Ms. Steve.
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SCP-1357-A: Sure you do, silly! Come on, there's a brand new playground that's all for you!
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Hailey: Can you take me to them?
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SCP-1357-A: Why? Aren't you having fun anymore?
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Hailey: I miss my mommy and daddy a whole, whole lot.
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SCP-1357-A: But we're your family!
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Hailey: Nuh uh! You're my friends. I want my family.
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SCP-1357-A: So you don't love us anymore?
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Hailey: Of course I do, but I love my family even more!
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[There is a prolonged silence.]
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SCP-1357-A:[sighing] Well, it always happens eventually. C'mon, let's get you to your family.
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[approximately 5 minutes of footsteps]
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Hailey: Steve? Steve, I think we're lost…
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SCP-1357-A: I know, dearie. I know.
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Hailey: What's that thing? It looks scary…
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SCP-1357-A: You said you wanted your family, didn't you Hailey? Well, come on! This will take you right to them!
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Hailey: Prooomise?
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SCP-1357-A: Of course, Hailey! I would never lie to you!
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Hailey: Well…okay.
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[There is a sound of hissing, as well as assorted beeps and whirring.]
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SCP-1357-A: See you soon, sister.
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Hailey:[screaming]
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Note: At this point, the audio transmission device ceased functioning.
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Incident Report-1357-Zeta: Agent Fredricks returned to SCP-1357 unauthorized the day following the previously described events, and proceeded to kill approximately 30 instances of SCP-1357-A while shouting obscenities. Fredricks ceased firing upon viewing a subject that appeared to be Hailey Fredricks, who approached the front entrance of SCP-1357. The subject hugged Agent Fredricks and said "I told you, I don't wanna' leave yet." Subsequently, two instances of SCP-1357-A approached the agent and rendered him unconscious via blows to the head. Agent Fredricks has been issued a warning for unprofessional behavior and damaging the anomaly.
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Incident Report-1357-Eta: Agent Fredricks was allowed to oversee testing of SCP-1357 on 16/10/2005. During experimentation, Agent Fredricks used a spare instance of SCP-1357-B and entered the area independent of the test subjects. Fredricks sought out the subject resembling Hailey Fredricks and reportedly attempted to converse with it. The subject did not respond and Fredricks ceased attempts at communication after approximately 15 minutes, then left the park.
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Site Director's Note: As of 16/10/2005, Agent Fredricks is required to attend a minimum of eight counseling sessions with the on-site psychologist, Dr. Yeats. Futhermore, Fredricks has been hereby reassigned to SCP-████ and is forbidden from working with SCP-1357. - Site Director Langley
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Audio Log-1357-Psi: The following log was transcribed from an intercepted telephone call to SCP-1357 using the number from the pamphlet provided with every delivery of SCP-1357-B. One of the voices has been positively identified as that belonging to Hailey Fredricks.
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Hailey: Hello, you've reached Playland, the perfect place for family fun! How may I help you?
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Unidentified Male Voice: I want my daughter back.
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Hailey: I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid your daughter wanted to stay with us. You can always visit, though. Just let us know and we'll send you two complementary tickets! I think she wants to stay, though.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-140 must never be brought closer than 15 m to any source of standard ink, human blood, or other fluids suitable for writing. Any contamination by blood or ink must be reported immediately. Any remaining copies of SCP-140 created during the initial printing must be found and destroyed as soon as possible. Only SCP-140 is to be preserved, for purposes of study, early warning, and cataloguing and recording possible SCPs derived from its subject matter.
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SCP-140 is contained at Site-76 in a sealed vault containing a single desk. At this time no research is to be carried out upon the original SCP-140; researchers are to read from prepared copies not bearing the signature of its author which lack its properties. In the event of approved research, SCP-140 may not be removed from the vault, and readers may not be in contact with it for longer than 9 hours. Access requires written approval from the head researcher for the explicit purposes of testing. An armed guard stationed outside the vault will meet any attempted theft with deadly force.
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Should any personnel begin displaying obsession with SCP-140 or signs of possible memetic contamination, they are to be issued a Class A Amnestic, false memories implanted as necessary, and transferred to another project. Transferred personnel must be monitored for signs of relapse.
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Description: SCP-140 is a modern hardcopy book with an unremarkable black binding and an unknown number of white pages. The book jacket is missing, but the title, “A Chronicle of the Daevas”, is clearly legible. The inside cover is signed by the author, whose name is indecipherable. The text is copyrighted 19██. Careful examination reveals there are far more pages between the bindings than could be contained within them.
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Readers admit to feelings of paranoia, unease, and occasional nausea while reading SCP-140, although this may be related to the subject material. Nonetheless, readers almost universally describe SCP-140 as fascinating and express continued interest, despite its frequently unsettling content. One in fifteen readers describe SCP-140 as having a faint odor of dried blood.
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SCP-140 is a detailed account of an ancient civilization originating in what is now south-central Siberia, identified as the Daevites. Although like all cultures the Daevites evolved and changed over time, they appear to have exhibited unusual continuity. Universal fixtures of the Daevite culture in all periods included militarism, conquest, ancestor worship, urban centers ruling over large slave populations, gruesome human sacrifice, and the practice of apparently efficacious thaumaturgic rituals. A variety of relics and creatures produced by the Daevite culture would be abnormal or dangerous enough, if the account is to be believed, to qualify for containment in their own right.
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If SCP-140 comes into contact with any fluid suitable for writing, including human blood, the account of the Daevite civilization’s history expands. Human blood appears the most “potent” of possible writing substances, but in any case the amount of new material does not correspond proportionately to the fluids introduced. Although these new segments sometimes include new descriptions of rituals or cultural traits or illustrations of previously covered material, they more frequently include new, more recent accounts of information chronicling the continued history of the Daevite civilization or descriptions of new individuals and artifacts. Formerly decisive defeats become setbacks; new persons and events are inserted. Foundation archaeologists have discovered corresponding new artifacts and traces of the Daevite civilization in applicable locations and strata, in some cases found in dig sites that had already been thoroughly explored.
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Although at times the Daevites were a collection of city-states, they appear to have consistently returned to imperialism under a theocratic aristocracy (the “daeva”), practitioners of cannibalism and thaumaturgy. Although initially Foundation researchers believed the daeva to have been a hereditary class recycling the names of noteworthy individuals, evidence and the events of █-██-20██ now suggest that the daeva possessed preternatural longevity as a result of [REDACTED]. Several researchers, notably Professor ███████, have concluded the daeva were so divergent from modern humans as to be a separate subspecies, a conclusion supported by graphic representations within SCP-140 and [DATA EXPUNGED].
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SCP-140 is remarkably detailed by the standards of a primary source, seeming closer to a biography than a historic text. It includes lurid descriptions of sacrificial rites, battlefield descriptions, daily life, and the life stories of various noteworthy individuals including quotes and dates of birth. Over ███ distinct individuals have been identified including the individual presently termed SCP-140-A, of which only ██ are accounted for by recorded deaths.
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Foundation archaeologists have discovered several sites containing ruins consistent with the supposed Daevite culture in various locations across Siberia, northern Iran, and Mongolia. Artifacts and traces of inter-cultural conflict and contact have been discovered as far west as the Carpathian Mountains and as far east as northern Pakistan and China. These include SCP-[REDACTED].
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Addendum 140a:
+SCP-140 was originally found in the office of deceased historian ███████ ██████. The previous owner was discovered in his office at █████ University, having expired from self-inflicted lacerations on both wrists. There were no traces of ██████’s blood in the office. ██████’s colleagues claimed during interviews they discovered a note in faded ink in ██████’s handwriting next to SCP-140. All witnesses were administered Class A Amnesiacs and false memories implanted.
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██████’s note read:
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I have to know. I’m sorry.
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All texts within 15 m except several books relating to the history of the region were blank; the remaining books now included accounts of supposed interaction between the Daevite civilization and the subject cultures or applicable discussions of Daevite history and culture. These texts were confiscated. All printed forms and media were blank. All pens, printers, and ink cartridges were empty.
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Addendum 140b:
+Although SCP-140 was published during the 20th century, the tone of the book suggests it is a recounting of events, individuals, and practices experienced firsthand by SCP-140’s unknown author. Foundation investigators have tracked SCP-140’s publication to the [DATA EXPUNGED] printing house in a batch of ██ copies self-published by a wealthy individual hereby termed SCP-140-A. SCP-140-A’s signature on the contract matches the strange signature inside SCP-140.
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More than 4█ of the copies produced in this batch were apparently leeched of all ink by the ██ remaining copies. To date, Foundation agents have recovered and destroyed ██ of the remainder, but between █ and ██ remain at large. Two expansion events have been reported during periods when SCP-140 had never been exposed to fluids of any sort or removed from its vault.
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An investigation and manhunt for the author of SCP-140 is ongoing. In the event of contact, agents are advised [DATA REDACTED].
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Addendum 140c:
+Through study of SCP-140 and other contained objects related to the Daevite civilization, Foundation researchers have concluded that, transposed to the modern era, the resurgence of a hostile Daevite civilization in history more recent than 1███ CE would constitute a grave and even possibly retroactive threat to the Foundation and modern civilization as we know it. Even best-case projections of Daevite resurgence in the modern day suggest a CK-class restructuring of modern society and a worldwide conflict with a projected death toll of at least [REDACTED] and an end to the Foundation’s secrecy.
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Addendum 140d:
+███████ ██████’s journal, found on his home PC in [DATA EXPUNGED], indicates that upon his initial reading of SCP-140, it ended with the almost utter destruction of the Daevite civilization and the genocide of all known daeva in 2██ BCE by the forces of Chinese general Qin Kai. As a result of subsequent containment breaches, including those detailed in the journal, copious quantities of new material have been added, describing survivors regrouping and migrating to another region of central Siberia, rebuilding their empire steadily, and continuing to advance culturally and technologically. At present, the empire is described as having finally been crushed by Genghis Khan during the early period of his conquests, although the fates of many important persons and several cities remain ambiguous. Foundation archaeologists will be dispatched to [EXPUNGED] for investigation and research.
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Addendum 140e:
+After the incident on █-██-20██ at [DATA EXPUNGED] dig site resulting in over ███ casualties, all Foundation archaeologists excavating sites of suspected Daevite artifacts or ruins are to be accompanied by a fully armed security team. SCP-140-1 has been neutralized. SCP-140-2 remains at large. All other anomalous contacts and artifacts were destroyed when the dig site was struck by a cruise missile. Agent ██████ received a commendation and was treated for post-traumatic stress disorder. Dr. ████ received a posthumous commendation for courage.
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An investigation into the possible involvement of SCP-140-A or their agents in the events of █-██-20██ is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1403 are to be contained in a room constructed with 2.5 cm of lead shielding. All personnel entering SCP-1403's room, with the exception of D-class under test conditions, are to wear protective radiation gear and standard dosimeter badges at all times.
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Each instance of SCP-1403 is to be connected to a standard 9-volt battery, which should be replaced every two weeks. The protein/amino acid solution of each instance of SCP-1403 is to be replaced weekly.
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Description: Instances of SCP-1403 include 311 27 creatures resembling common goldfish, each contained within a light bulb of non-standard design . The base of each is of the double-contact bayonet design, however, each lacks a filament. These bases can be unscrewed from the bulbs, allowing access to the interior of the bulbs. Inside the bulb of each object is approximately 120mL of a solution of proteins, amino acids, and water necessary for the nutrition and respiration of the creatures. These bulbs are not anomalous in any way beside their non-standard design. All instances of SCP-1403 were initially discovered contained within these bulbs, and have been determined to be an ideal container for them. Instances of SCP-1403 do not appear to consume food or produce waste, instead receiving sustenance when electric current is passed through the water they reside in.
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All contained instances of SCP-1403 are female, and attempts at breeding with normal goldfish have been unsuccessful.
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The creatures can be removed from the objects by dismantling the bulb, and will starve after approximately five days unless provided with an alternative source of electrical current and proteins. Dissections have revealed that the creatures are not common goldfish. They possess no digestive tract, and in its place is an organ that is responsible for converting electricity into sustenance for the creature. This is accomplished by passing the electrical current through a mixture of carbon dioxide and water, producing glucose. The creatures directly filter proteins from their environment into their blood through their gills. This process produces very little waste.
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Instances of SCP-1403 exhibit additional visible anomalous properties when connected to an electric current. The creature will emit electromagnetic radiation in the segment of the visual spectrum corresponding to orange. When the electric current exceeds 1 amp, this radiation will begin to enter the ultraviolet spectrum.
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As the amplitude of the electrical current increases, the radiation gradually becomes more intense and higher-frequency, eventually passing through the upper reaches of the electromagnetic spectrum. At 4 amps, the radiation enters x-ray wavelengths, and gamma wavelengths at 6 amps. At 5 amps, the radiation emitted is potent enough to be harmful to humans in a short period of time, exceeding 1-2Sv/hr. Extreme caution should be exercised when exposing an instance of SCP-1403 to electrical current greater than 3 amps. Emitting radiation in this fashion does not harm SCP-1403 in any way, though experiments have shown that they are vulnerable to radiation generated from outside sources.
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Addendum: Recovery Log 1403: SCP-1403 was initially discovered during a Foundation raid on █████ Pet Store in ██████, TX, on ████████ ██, 19██. None of the store's records made reference to any products fitting the description of SCP-1403. The shop had ten instances of SCP-1403 on display connected to a standard electrical outlet. A sudden power surge caused all ten of the creatures to emit a powerful burst of radiation. Six serious injuries and three fatalities resulted from the raid.
Special Containment Procedures: Given the non-local nature of SCP-1543, it is impossible to fully prevent non-Foundation access to it, and non-Foundation access has been reported by SCP-1543-1 to have occurred no less than ██ times prior to the Foundation becoming aware of SCP-1543 and enacting current containment protocols.1 As such, containment measures are largely focused on educating populations likely to accidentally access SCP-1543 on how to avoid doing so, under the guise of public service announcements. Although it appears that SCP-1543 is only able to make one connection at a time, there is a single recorded instance wherein a loud beep sounded, without originating from either terminus of the active connection.
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All communication via SCP-1543 is to be performed in a quiet room, with all sound originating from the anomalous end of SCP-1543 recorded for later analysis. Although SCP-1543 may be accessed at any time for monitoring purposes, any communications with SCP-1543-1 must be performed in a whisper, and should be restricted to between the hours of 1730 GMT and 0900 GMT. Conversations are to occur no more than once per day, barring ambient sounds indicative of an emergency situation, and may be concluded at the request of SCP-1543-1.
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Description: SCP-1543 is a phone number that can only be reached by international dialing. The country code is ███, which is not in use, but very similar to one of those assigned to [REDACTED]. It is currently presumed that all accidental accesses of SCP-1543 are a result of misdialing the country code. When any phone connection is used to dial SCP-1543,2 the connection picks up after one ring. The other end of the connection apparently manifests as an intangible point in space fixed approximately 5 cm from the right ear of SCP-1543-1. This point functions as both a speaker and microphone and is able to receive ambient environmental sounds in addition to the voice of SCP-1543-1. Per SCP-1543-1, any communication that originates from the non-anomalous end of SCP-1543 is approximately as loud as if the source was standing next to SCP-1543-1 and speaking at the same volume.
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SCP-1543-1 is self-reportedly a human male by the name of Efrain ████████, a former resident of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Document searches verify the existence of such an individual, but attempts to interview family members or past employers uniformly result in denials of any knowledge of SCP-1543-1.
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SCP-1543-1 reports that he fell asleep in his residence on 06/21/2011 and woke up in his current location, which consists of the overgrown ruins of an unknown city located in a tropical environment. SCP-1543-1 is largely uncooperative with attempts to converse with him, due to fear of attracting the attention of local predators. He is also displaying an increasing degree of annoyance and anger towards the Foundation due to the frequency of contacts made to him.
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Excerpted Interview Logs (translated from Spanish):
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Call 1
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Dr. B████:(clears throat) Hello?
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SCP-1543-1:(loud) Shitshitshit! (continues in a forced whisper for the remainder of the interview) Shut up, you idiot! Who the fuck is it this time?!
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Dr. B████:(lowers his voice for the remainder of the interview) My name is Dr. B████. The group I work for learned abou-
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SCP-1543-1: Fuck, more than one of you are working together now? What in the name of the Holy Mother do you want with me?
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(the rustling of leaves can be heard in the background, increasing as if in a strengthening wind)
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SCP-1543-1: Wait, what was that? Shit, there's some about a block away! Just shut up and leave me alone!
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Dr. B████: Please wait. We mean you no harm. We just want to find out wh-
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SCP-1543-1: Shut up! Not now! Not when they're so close!
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All further attempts to communicate with SCP-1543-1 during this interview failed to elicit a response and the interview was concluded after approximately 5 minutes of hearing panting breaths and rustling vegetation.
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Note that all interview attempts from this point were conducted at a whisper level.
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Call 14
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Dr. B████: We're still trying to find out where you are, Señor ████████. Is there anything else you can tell us about where you are? Any signs or anything?
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SCP-1543-1: I already told you everything! It's just some city with weird squiggles on all the signs instead of real letters!
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Dr. B████: What about the plants or animals? Can you describe any of them that seem unusual?
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SCP-1543-1: I don't know anything about plants, man. I live in the city. And I haven't seen any animals other than those asshole monsters! I told you this already!
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Dr. B████: We're having trouble matching your description of the animals to anything on file. Are you sure there's nothing else you can tell us about them?
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SCP-1543-1: What else can I tell you?! They're about the size of horses, they're shiny and black, and they attack each other crazy and vicious! I'm not going to get any closer to any of them to find out anything else!
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Dr. B████: We'll keep trying, then. Just let us know if anything new hap-
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A rapid rustling is heard, immediately followed by a loud thump and a loud, gravelly roar. SCP-1543-1 screams briefly, and then can be heard running through vegetation. The roar seems to recede.
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Call 36
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SCP-1543-1: I'm feeling really sick, doctor. I think some of those mushrooms I ate were bad. You said they should be okay, right?
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Dr. B████: Based on your description, they shouldn't have been poisonous. How is your water supply?
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SCP-1543-1: The same rain water as before. (short barking laugh, followed by a series of deep, hacking coughs) I guess I should be thankful it rains so much. Ay, Heavenly Father… Doctor?
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Dr. B████: Yes?
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SCP-1543-1: I'm going to die here, aren't I?
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Dr. B████: We're still trying to find a way to get you home, Efrain. Now try to rest and get your strength back.
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SCP-1543-1: If you say so, doctor.
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Call 37
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Note: On ██/██/2012 at 1737 GMT, the telephone reserved for use with SCP-1543 rang independently. After 12 minutes, Dr. B████ entered the interview room, activated the recording equipment and answered the call.
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Dr. B████: Hello. Who is this?
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Unknown:(gravelly voice of uncertain age or gender, translated from Nahuatl) The hunt was good. The sacrifice was holy. We expect more.
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The call terminated at this point, and all further attempts to utilize SCP-1543 resulted in busy signals.
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Addendum: On ██/██/2013, during periodic review of Neutralized SCP Items, it was discovered that SCP-1543 was once again active. The individual answering the call identifies herself as Ольга3 ███████████, a resident of Sevastopol, Ukraine. Her descriptions of her surroundings match those provided by SCP-1543-1. She has been designated SCP-1543-1a.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1618 is to be stored in a safe in High Value Items Storage on Sector-28. Access to SCP-1618 for purposes of experimentation requires the experiment proposal and risk assessment forms to be approved by a researcher with 2/1618 clearance. Due to extended area of effect, any testing is to be carried out in Test Polygon-2, with the object mounted on its designated stand. During testing, only D-class personnel are allowed to enter the designated effective zone. It is recommended that the meals of D-class personnel designated for SCP-1618 testing are suspended at least two days before the date of the test.
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Description: SCP-1618 is a standard Sanura 400 model urinal manufactured by Armitage Shanks that has been coated with an approximately 0.5mm layer of spray-on gold paint. With the exception of the paint coat, and a note (See Addendum 1618-1) found glued on the water supply pipe, the object does not differ from other urinals in the same series, and the testing of samples of gold paint and vitreous china detected no anomalies in their composition.
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The anomalous properties of SCP-1618 manifest when a person urinates into the bowl. Approximately 5 seconds after urine comes into contact with SCP-1618, a number of effects occurs in a growing field of effect, starting in the immediate vicinity of the urinal, and increasing to cover a sphere approximately 350 metres in diameter. Except by direct observation of the effects, the affected area can not be distinguished from its surroundings, and the resulting emanation does not appear weakened or stopped by any tested materials, up to and including a lead plate of 25cm thickness.
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The effects, as observed during initial containment and testing, have been summarised as follows:
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— Valuable items or currency transform into, or are replaced by, an equivalent volume of various refuse. Observed changes include items made of gold and coinage becoming human feces, paper currency becoming toilet paper or sections of fresh pig intestine, and several Armani-brand suits turning into vestments of identical cut composed of used sanitary towels conjoined with dental floss.
+— Personal electronics appears to show the greatest spectrum of transformations, with results ranging from inflated pig bladders in the rough shape of the original item, sections of brick, or rusty cans. On one occasion, an █████ brand PDA transformed into segments of depleted fuel rod, resulting in radiation burns to the test subject.
+— Most armaments appear to transform into living birds of appropriate size, with most personal firearms becoming pigeons, and tear gas grenades turning into flocks of sparrows. Close contact weaponry transforms into human body sections instead, with a 40cm nightstick turning into an erect human penis of equivalent length.
+— Human feces within the area of effect transform into an equivalent volume of solid gold. As this includes fecal matter present in the colon, this often results in an acute mechanical bowel obstruction, and associated sharp abdominal pain, distension of abdomen and vomiting. In the case of timely surgery, the recovery rates appear to be well above 95%, similar to that of bowel obstruction caused by non-anomalous means. In the case of subject's lower intestine being empty, or containing a small amount of feces, the result is likely constipation and bowel irritation.
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The transformations appear permanent, while the active effect field dissipates within 30 seconds of the urinal being flushed.
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Recovery Log: SCP-1618 was recovered from the executive bathrooms of ███████ ████ Group Inc. (further referred to as company) headquarters, located at ███ ████ Street, New York on ██/██/2011, following a series of protests related to the Occupy Wall Street movement. The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-1618 when a TV recording from a protest site showed a police water cannon turning into four adult Casuarius casuarius (cassowary) specimens, following which a number of protesters, as well as police units, showing signs of distress and clutching their abdomens.
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MTF Gamma-5 ("They're on our side, Sir!") was dispatched on-site as a recovery team and damage control. SCP-1618 was located following the interrogation of several protesters and company employees, thorough search of the building, and noting that no urinal resembling SCP-1618 appears to figure within company purchase records. Following recovery, affected subjects were provided medical attention, distributed class-A amnestics, and the entire area was cordoned off under the pretense of SWAT units action due to invalid permit application on the side of the protesters.
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Addendum 1618-1:
+Note recovered from SCP-1618
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when we
+Are victorious on a world scale I think we shall use gold for the purpose of building public lavatories in the streets of some of the largest cities of the
+World. This would be the most “just” and most edu-
+Cational way of utilising gold for the benefit of these generations which have not forgotten how, for the sake of gold, ten million men were killed and thirt-
+Y million maimed in the “great war for freedom” ,
+? V.I.Uljanov1
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1975 is to be kept at Site-25 within a standard containment locker. During testing, instances of SCP-1975-1 are to be operated by D-Class personnel, as the repeated construction and destruction of remotely operated vehicles has been deemed an unnecessary drain on the Foundation's resources. No personnel considered valuable to the Foundation are permitted to enter instances of SCP-1975-1 under any circumstances.
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To ensure the safety of Foundation personnel, at least two (2) specimens of Odocoileus virginianus (white-tailed deer) are to be present in immediate vicinity of SCP-1975-1 when undergoing testing (see Incident Report 1975-3). Researchers wishing to substitute another member of the Cervidae family must provide written approval from Dr. Baxter.
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Description: SCP-1975 is a single instance of a mass-produced plastic hula girl figurine. The figure's skirt will sway when minimal force is applied. On the base of SCP-1975 is an inscription written with a felt-tip marker. The inscription is slightly faded, but still legible (see Addendum 1975-B). When SCP-1975 is placed inside a motorized vehicle, said vehicle becomes an instance of SCP-1975-1 and will remain so until SCP-1975 is removed.
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SCP-1975-1's anomalous effects are triggered when the vehicle reaches certain velocities. These effects appear to have been designed with the intent to instigate automotive accidents. The lethality of these effects is directly proportional to the speed of the vehicle, with higher speeds increasing the likelihood of death.
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If an instance of SCP-1975-1 is destroyed, SCP-1975 will vanish from the wreckage and reappear inside the motorized vehicle nearest to the crash site. Video cameras placed within instances of SCP-1975-1 during testing have captured footage of SCP-1975 being cracked, burned, and melted during the course of various wrecks; however, SCP-1975 always reappears undamaged and no fragments have ever been found on crash sites. Similarly, if SCP-1975 is intentionally damaged, it will repair itself by unknown means when not being observed.
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Addendum 1975-A: The following are the anomalous effects displayed by SCP-1975-1 and the speeds at which they are triggered:
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If the vehicle contains a functioning radio, it will turn on at full volume. The radio will not exhibit any additional anomalous effects and can be turned off normally.
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Steering wheel will behave erratically, occasionally rotating of its own accord. The wheel's pattern of behavior seems to mimic that of an intoxicated driver.
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If a cervine creature (deer, moose, elk, etc.) is present within a 5 km radius of the vehicle, it will be thrown toward the vehicle by an unseen force. The speed at which the creature travels appears to vary depending on its proximity to the vehicle, with 234 km/h being the highest recorded speed. If no cervine creature is present within the given radius, the nearest mammalian creature will be substituted (see Incident Report 1975-3).
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Addendum 1975-B: Inscription on the figurine's base:
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2 of U = MADE 4 each other. Not even mad. Have fun on the road! — Tiff
Image produced by Kant Counter readings during observation of SCP-2090.
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Item #: SCP-2090
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Object Class:Euclid Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel standing in as personal security staff are to closely monitor SCP-2090 on a day-to-day basis for any sign of anomalous deviation. Kant Counters are to be discreetly installed in and around the home of SCP-2090 to provide constant surveillance of SCP-2090 and any disturbances caused by its anomalous nature. Any discrepancies are to be reported to Level 2090/4 staff personnel assigned to SCP-2090, or to the MTF Ρ-5 team leader.
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Under no circumstances should Foundation Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5 be interrupted. Due to the current state of Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5 and its influence on American and global culture, interruptions are not expected.
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FILESERV NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS THE SCP-2090 DATA FILE AS IT APPEARED BEFORE ITS RECLASSIFICATION AS NEUTRALIZED. SOME ERRORS MAY PERSIST.
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Description: SCP-2090 is a Class I humanoid entity that goes by the name of Tim Duncan, and is currently the starting power forward/center for the San Antonio Spurs professional basketball team. SCP-2090 exhibits no visibly noticeable anomalous properties, and its nature is only detectable by use of Kant Reality Counters used to identify disturbances in local reality. SCP-2090 displays a remarkably high Hume discrepancy, although this effect is seemingly limited to its body and has no effect on the world around it. Despite this, due to information gathered via Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5, SCP-2090 must be constantly monitored for any sign of changes in behaviour or anomalous activity.
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Discovery: SCP-2090 was initially discovered during routine inspection of Area of Interest CA-74 "Sleep Train Arena" in Sacramento, California, during a game between the San Antonio Spurs and the Sacramento Kings. What was initially thought to be an equipment malfunction was later discovered to be caused by massive interference created by SCP-2090. Due to the high level of celebrity that SCP-2090 has obtained, it was considered unfeasible to remove the subject from the public and place it within containment for further observation. This resulted in the creation of Mobile Task Force Rho-5 "Spurs and Saddles", which constantly monitors SCP-2090 and ensures proper application of Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5.
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Addendum 2090.1: Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5 [Information Restricted to Level 2090/4 and MTF Ρ-5 Personnel Only]
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During initial observation of SCP-2090, Foundation IT personnel began to discover a number of encrypted files within the Foundation database. Foundation Internal Intelligence teams were set with gaining access to these files, and discovering their origin. With help from the SCP-2090 research team and MTF Ρ-5, the code-breaking effort was a success. Notably, all files were dated at various points within two years after the date of discovery, although additional information suggests that they had existed within the Foundation database for an extensive period of time. While many of the files were incomplete and missing data, enough was recovered to properly deduce and implement Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5.
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Recovered File 2090/1
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We send this to [DATA CORRUPTED] fear but hope for mankind if the godhead is not
+Imperative! Imperative! Imperative! Do not delay in [DATA CORRUPTED] the godhead is restless
+Heed the following information.
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The GODHEAD otherwise known as the [DATA CORRUPTED] Formerly Tim Duncan of St. Croix
+The DEVASTATOR himself on the shores of Califo[DATA CORRUPTED] blood in the water
+2016
+[DATA CORRUPTED]
+[DATA CORRUPTED] do not forget
+He is ascended
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Recovered File 2090/4
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Foundation File 31[DATA CORRUPTED]maliztli-5
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Project Head: Drake VanDorne
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Project Purpose: N/A
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Information: The GODHEAD has moved through Site-45 and Site-56. Full scale containment breaches are active, likely the western seaboard is collapsed by now.
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Unfortunately unable to maintain power long enough to complete final round of simulations, but may be able to send program [DATA CORRUPTED] previous Foundation database can finish them.
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Can't think for the life of me when the computer was invented, though. Shit, might have to finish this now anyway. Don't know if I have any other options.
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There has to be something we missed, something else. See if one of you can figure it out. Sorry.
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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Recovered File 2090/17
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To:pcs.71s|rekabh#pcs.71s|rekabh
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From:pcs.10s|7.5O#pcs.10s|7.5O
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Sorry this is so informal. I don't know if we can finish this, though, so I'm moving quickly and trying to allocate resources elsewhere. Richardson was right, the files had always been on the mainframe. Dates are all funny, though. All listed as right about now, but records indicate that they've been [DATA CORRUPTED]esn't really matter, let me cut to the chase here.
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[DATA CORRUPTED]igned to create some kind of early prevention system. All iterations call it a diversion, but none of them have finished running the simulation, they just keep backing up their results to this thing and sending it down the line, hoping the next guys can finish it. We've go[DATA CORRUPTED] but the time just isn't there.
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We're all moving into the bunker, so this is probably it. The files are all still on the mainframe, you know what to do with them. Jesus Christ. Ok.
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[DATA CORRUPTED]ain.
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Recovered File 2090/43
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FOUNDATION GENERAL ALERT
+ALERT LEVEL 5
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THE FOLLOWING IS A GENERAL NOTICE TO ALL FOUNDATION PERSONNEL IN SITES N/A - N/A
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Good, this system still works. Hope the format is the same where you are.
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Everything is here, so I'm guessing you're going to probably figure this out on your own. I don't have time to get into the details, but the simulations have finished running and there's a chance we can stop this thing. Not now, but maybe us sometime else.
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According to the results, it's a pretty elaborate setup that requires a ton of preparation. In every timeline the basis for the protocol is there, but it's never thoroughly supported and dies out pretty quickly. In esse[DATA CORRUPTED]n't do anything about those, hang on.
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FOUNDATION GENERAL ALERT
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Shit, ok. I'll send it along. I can't believe it's so simple, but the simulations checked themselves and this is it. A series of ritualistic events that keep him in check as he matures, the designs are all in there. Just put it together like I have detailed, and that should do the trick. Make sure the events go on unhindered, do whatever you have to do to make sure of that.
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The last thing I'm including is the design for the ritual arena. Construct it like it's explained, and then make sure he participates in the ritual. I don't care if you have to turn a hurricane on him, do it.
Foundation Protocol Ōllamaliztli-5
+Codename: Basketball
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Pertinent Information: From the beginning of the early 19th century on, foster and promote the growth of basketball in the United States of America and around the world, inevitably preventing SCP-N/A from [DATA CORRUPTED] ascending to the godhead. Additional information about rules and regulation, and how they should evolve over time, is included within this file.
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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Addendum 2090.2: Cessation of Abnormal Hume Activity
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On July 11th, 2016, SCP-2090 announced its retirement from the National Basketball Association after 19 seasons with the San Antonio Spurs. While containment personnel were on hand during the announcement of the subject's retirement in the event of a prospective breach of containment, no such anomalous activity took place. Hume readings of the subject shortly thereafter showed that the individual known as Tim Duncan no longer expressed abnormal Hume levels, and as such should no longer be considered anomalous. After a period of sustained observation with no notable activity in that time, SCP-2090 was reclassified as NEUTRALIZED.
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However, since Tim Duncan's retirement and subsequent reclassification, several other professional basketball players have also expressed unusual Kant Counter readings, similar to those previously expressed by SCP-2090. Until more information can be collected, the following individuals are to be considered Persons of Interest:
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POI #57284 - Karl-Anthony Towns - Concern: Low
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POI #57285 - Joel Embiid - Concern: Low
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POI #57286 - Giannis Antetokounmpo - Concern: Moderate
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POI #57287 - Anthony Davis - Concern: High
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POI #57288 - Victor Oladipo - Concern: Very HighConcern: Low
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POI #57932 - Domantas Sabonis - Concern: Very High
Filename: timduncan.png
+Author: djkaktus
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
+Derivative of:IMG_0688.JPG by Michael Sandoval (Michael248), CC BY 2.0
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-215 presents no threat unless worn, and so shall be kept in Dr. Naamdi's office until studies are concluded. SCP-215 is to be kept in its case when not in use, so as to prevent scratches to the lenses.
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Description: SCP-215 is a pair of prescription glasses designed to correct myopic vision. When worn, SCP-215 induces a belief in the wearer that inanimate objects are sentient and capable of communication with the wearer. The severity of this delusion varies from wearer to wearer, but generally strengthens over time if SCP-215 is worn regularly, and in the worst cases manifests as a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, culminating in an irrational fear of all machines.
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There is no definite "safe" amount of time to wear SCP-215; while the onset of delusions generally takes at least twenty-four (24) hours, a great deal depends on the psychological disposition of the wearer before SCP-215 is put on, and persons who already have some varieties of obsessive-compulsive, synesthesiac, or technophiliac disorders have been known to begin suffering SCP-215's effects less than an hour after donning it.
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Removing SCP-215 does not remove the delusion, although normal methods of therapy have proven to be effective in less severe cases so long as SCP-215 is not put on again; a full recovery can turn to a full relapse in less than a day by the return of SCP-215. By the end of the second week, wearers tend to violently resist any attempt to separate them from SCP-215.
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Case Study 215-99983-D
+99983-D displayed a typical progression of SCP-215-related symptoms. The subject had no record of mental illness before the commencement of the test.
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Week 1, Day 1: 99983-D is given a temporary position as a research assistant to Dr. Naamdi and is issued SCP-215 to replace a pair of his own spectacles that were destroyed by Foundation personnel. Subject complained that SCP-215 didn't match his old prescription, and stated that he was suffering from blurry vision and headaches by the end of the day.
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Week 1, Day 3: Subject stopped complaining of blurred vision and began referring to SCP-215 as "Steve." Subject stated that "Steve and I get along alright; it's not exactly a match made in heaven, but we get by." Subject did not assign names or personalities to any object besides SCP-215.
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Week 1, Day 6: Subject began to assign personalities to complex electrical and mechanical devices that he regularly interacted with, including the computer that he logged data entries in, the breakroom coffee machine, refrigerator, microwave, and a PDA he was issued by Dr. Naamdi. Most interactions involved complaining about the general uncooperative behavior of these devices.
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Week 2, Day 1: Subject began having prolonged conversations with the aforementioned mechanical and electrical devices, giving all of them names and sometimes speaking of them in personal terms with other Foundation personnel, almost always to the effect that the devices were somehow antagonistic. Subject reported that while he could not "hear" the machines speaking, their "body language" was very clear.
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Week 2, Day 5: Subject began assigning personal qualities to less complex objects in his work environment, starting with his office supplies.
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Week 2, Day 7: Subject began minimizing interactions with living people and talked almost constantly to his inanimate "companions." Discussions with staff psychologists indicated a sophisticated web of relationships between 99983-D and the objects.
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Week 3, Day 3: Subject had a violent altercation with the breakroom microwave after a burrito came out of it underdone. Subject reportedly cursed and shouted at the machine before attempting to destroy it with a breakroom chair. Subject was restrained and subdued, and later apologized for his behavior to the microwave and the chair.
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Week 3, Day 6: Subject began personifying set-pieces in his environment, referring to floor tiles and ceiling lights as people. Subject would stop to thank each inanimate object he interacted with (including each individual floor tile) for permitting him to use it.
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Week 4, Day 2: Subject began displaying signs of stress when asked to interact with any complex electrical or mechanical appliance, claiming that the machines had become hostile and threatening. Mechanical failures or faulty performances by any machines in 99983-D's presence were interpreted as signs of impending rebellion.
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Week 4, Day 3: Subject refused to come to work. His PDA had been smashed; 99983-D claimed it was an act of self-defense. After being coerced into coming into the office, the subject began screaming and showing other signs of acute stress at the sight of his computer, which was turned off at the time. He attempted to force his way past the security guards at the door and had to be sedated.
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Week 4, Day 5: Subject destroyed his table lamp, alarm clock, watch, and ceiling fan. Afterwards, he refused to come out of his room. When Foundation personnel forced their way into his cell, they found him dead, with severe burns on his hands and arms. He is presumed to have been fatally electrocuted while attempting to disable an electrical outlet in the room.
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Addendum:I have been asked many times now if SCP-215 enables the wearer to actually interact with machines in any meaningful way differently from how normal people do it, and I'm pretty confident the answer is "no." I've done every test I can think of, and all the evidence I've seen suggests that the "living" machines only exist in the wearer's head. There are things in this Foundation that can make what you believe real, but this isn't one of them. -Dr. Naamdi
Special Containment Procedures: Area-2427 has been established around SCP-2427-1 for the purpose of the study and containment of SCP-2427. A 500m perimeter around SCP-2427-A has been designated the center of Area-2427, using a private elite country club as a front. Intruders are to be given amnestics and turned away.
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All sub-instances under SCP-2427 are to be contained according to their individual containment procedures. The undocumented anomalous objects are to be discovered as soon as possible via exploration.
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Description: SCP-2427 is a collective designation for all abnormal phenomena associated with SCP-2427-B, accessible via SCP-2427-A. SCP-2427-A is a broken stone staircase, 10 km SE of ████, OH. According to local legend, any person who ascends the staircase while holding a sprig of hemlock will enter an extradimensional area, hereafter known as SCP-2427-B. Foundation scientists have confirmed this, and have also determined that SCP-2427-B can be exited by a descent of SCP-2427-A, for which hemlock is also required.
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SCP-2427-B is a circular plateau, 3 km in diameter. It superficially resembles a forested hill in the American Midwest. The solar time never changes from 2:00 PM inside SCP-2427-B. Any person who breaches the forested border of SCP-2427 will be destroyed via air bombardment by SCP-2427-5.
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So far there have been seven types of anomalous objects observed within, but several other types of objects, undocumented by the Foundation, have been noted by information discovered onsite.
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Through documentation located inside the foyer of SCP-2427-2, SCP-2427-B has been determined to be a storage area for anomalous weapons, tools, and prisoners for a religious organization known as the Brazen Heart. The existence of several other such "attics”, as they have designated this storage area, hidden throughout the world has also been implied.
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The Brazen Heart was previously believed to have been a Moloch-worshipping cult eradicated during the Spanish Inquisition. They express extreme animosity for the Foundation and humanity at large, but the Foundation has yet to interact with any professed members of the organization. As such, it is unknown how active the Brazen Heart is at this time.
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SCP-2427-1
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Item #: SCP-2427-1
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Special Containment Procedures: An electrified perimeter around SCP-2427-1 has been established. SCP-2427-1 is not to be opened under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-2427-1 is a fire hydrant constructed of lead, located nearest to SCP-2427-A within SCP-2427-B. When opened, SCP-2427-1 will eject high amounts of ionizing radiation from within. The exact amount of this radiation has not been measured, but has proven sufficient to melt human flesh near the opening.
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SCP-2427-2
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Item #: SCP-2427-2
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2427-2 may only be entered by staff authorized to work with SCP-2427-3 through SCP-2427-5.
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Description: SCP-2427-2 is a building in the center of SCP-2427-B that superficially resembles a sanitarium from the 1860's. Though SCP-2427-2 is a large, multi-storied building on the outside, the interior is an area of non-Euclidian spacial displacement, comprising only one floor and three rooms with a central foyer. The first room contains SCP-2427-3, the second contains SCP-2427-4, and the third contains a collection of religious documents, canned goods, and bottled water.
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SCP-2427-3's containment chamber, before structural reinforcements.
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Item #: SCP-2427-3
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Special Containment Procedures: A reinforced steel door has been installed at the entrance of SCP-2427-3, the windows have been paved over with concrete, and armed guards have been placed. SCP-2427-3 is to be fed one live goat once daily; failure to do so will result in a containment breach. No line of sight is to be established between SCP-2427-3 and any personnel. Direct images of SCP-2427-3 are to be considered lethal cognitohazards and exposure is to be treated with Class-A amnestics.
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Description: SCP-2427-3 is a hostile biomechanical construct built from electronic circuitry, the digestive tract of a cow, one hairless head of a human male, a hat rack, several lengths of ordinary garden hose, and crystalline structures of unknown composition. SCP-2427-3 is carnivorous, and exhibits extraordinary physical strength and speed. SCP-2427-3 is capable of speech and professes a desire to devour all "impure" life.
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Any person who directly observes SCP-2427-3 will begin to have an overwhelming desire to meet SCP-2427-3 to have their "purity" judged, believing that a positive judgment will result in one granted wish. The parameters for this purity are unknown. SCP-2427-3 has so far not encountered a "pure" life form.
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Floor of SCP-2427-4
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Item #: SCP-2427-4
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Special Containment Procedures: Experimentation with SCP-2427-4 will continue as needed. As the effects have been determined to have no dangerous repercussions, the pool of test subjects does not necessarily need to be restricted to D-class personnel.
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Description: SCP-2427-4 is the entirety of the second room in SCP-2427-2. Once a human subject steps on the linoleum floor, the subject will lose consciousness for approximately five minutes, during which the subject will orally list a series of apparent negative qualities about themselves. Upon regaining consciousness, the subject will have no memory of their monologue.
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SCP-2427-4 Test #23, Subject: D-2518
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Dr. Henderson: Please enter the chamber.
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(D-2518 enters SCP-2427-4)
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D-2518: I don't feel—
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(D-2518 faints)
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D-2518: My soul is a den of spiders. Hear my confession. 40 years old, and I have never taken a pure wife. I have never conceived a strong boy to raise into the armies of Truth. The only consolation my whimpering mind has taken is from fictional works of irrelevant fantasy and other sinful distractions and lies. I have done nothing to destroy myself, and for this I have inspired hatred in all who observe. I cringe at the concept of purity for I know it is my better. I am deceit and cowardice. I am wretched disgust and ineptitude. My soul is not worthy to become as one with the Heart of Brass. O hearer, whence I awaken, hesitate not to feed my flesh and my soul to the Judge-beast.
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(D-2518 awakens)
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D-2518: Where am I?
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SCP-2427-5
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Item #: SCP-2427-5
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2427-5 is not to be directly observed for more than three seconds at a time by any personnel.
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Description: SCP-2427-5 is a stationary cloud positioned over SCP-2427-B. When observed by a human subject for more than three seconds, SCP-2427-5 will eject a ball of solid lead, approximately one meter in diameter, at a supersonic speed toward the observer. SCP-2427-5 will also attack those who attempt to leave the perimeter of SCP-2427-B in the same manner. This has resulted in 14 personnel fatalities so far.
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SCP-2427-6-14
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Item #: SCP-2427-6
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Special Containment Procedures: Until the hypothesis that SCP-2427-6 is the result of a human contagion can be ruled out, SCP-2427-6 instances are to be isolated as such in independent biohazard containers.
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Description: SCP-2427-6 is a series of 18 small trees located throughout SCP-2427-B. Radar analysis has shown that the roots of individual instances have taken the shape of a human body, which fidget frequently. The trunk above ground stems from the human shape's crotch. Each instance is adorned with a small sign that reads "THE LECHEROUS SUFFER WHAT THEY MUST AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL".
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SCP-2427-7
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Item #: SCP-2427-7
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Testing of SCP-2427-7 has been discontinued. No Foundation personnel are to step inside SCP-2427-7.
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Description: SCP-2427-7 is a pile of ashen wood behind a plaque that reads "THE LIARS' CRADLE". Testing has revealed that not only does SCP-2427-7 share a title with and operate similarly to SCP-21281, it is an improved version of SCP-2128 that operates properly within the intended parameters as a torture device. As observed by testing:
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SCP-2427-7 contains no sentient intelligence,
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SCP-2427-7's method of immolation is strictly non-lethal, and decreases in intensity to prolong life, and
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SCP-2427-7 will only immolate subjects that specifically tell a lie within its zone of control, rather than state a false fact regardless of intention.
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Addendum - Excerpt from Documents Recovered in the foyer of SCP-2427-2:
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Canto XV, Verse 294 - On Hatred:
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The Christian tells you that hatred is wrong.
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The Buddhist tells you that hatred is a distraction.
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The atheist tells you that hatred is unhealthy.
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[DATA EXPUNGED] tells you that hatred is fun.
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Hatred, in reality, is but one of many invaluable tools to return Creation to purity. Hatred can work in harmony with love. The nature of the path to purity is irrelevant; all that matters is the sunrise at the end of the path.
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We must remember the third path between what is wrong and what is right. For when the heart of brass shines again, as it is written, there will be nevermore be an opposite to paradise.
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CONTENTS OF HEMLOCK ATTIC:
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• Pilgrim provisions and data of no particularly sacred nature
+• One Purge Engine, disguised as a fire hydrant
+• One House of Sterility
+• One Level 3 Purity Proctor
+• One confessionary
+• 18 condemned lechers
+• One Leaden Cumulus
+• One True Liars' Cradle
+• One Slaughtering Perseverance
+• 27 Pyre Children
+• Three Ascended Cultivars
+• One Debaucherer
+• Seven Supreme Angelics
+• Three Level 7 Hexagrams
+• Nine Dragons
+• One Attic Hub Nexus
+• The Brazen Heart
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Memo from: Dr. Gordon MacElroy, Site Director of Area-2427
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To: All Level 4 staff or higher assigned with SCP-2427 and the Overseer Council
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I've been looking over the documentation found onsite, and the fact that we haven't found some of these things, especially whatever these "supreme angelics" and "dragons" might be, is something I find extremely concerning.
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In addition, what is this "attic hub nexus?" What if the reason we've never seen these Brazen Heart guys is because they're operating exclusively extradimensionally? We could stumble upon an entire army waiting for their chance to strike. We need to find this gateway and seal it for good, unless we've got the Brazen Balls to send the Mole Rats.
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Lastly, the actual brass heart they're so fond of is somewhere in 2427. Deep underground, I'd imagine. Based on some of the things they've said it can do, we need to find it as soon as possible. I'm certain that it's a Keter of the worst sort.
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O5, consider this my formal request for additional containment resources. Lots of them.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2455 is contained in a standard humanoid containment cell, monitored at all times by a camera connected to an image analysis program. Should an instance of SCP-2455-1 be detected, Site Security is to be notified immediately, and the following procedures enacted as necessary:
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If the SCP-2455-1 instance is identified as a member of Foundation personnel and classified information is discussed in the presence of SCP-2455, SCP-2455 is to be administered a low-grade amnestic after the manifestation ceases. Internal Affairs is to be notified.
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If the SCP-2455-1 instance exhibits behavior analogous to being under the effects of another SCP object, a containment team is to be dispatched to 2455's cell, and the corresponding object secured to preemptively prevent contact from occurring.
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Description: SCP-2455 is a Caucasian woman of 21 years of age, capable of generating anomalous projections, designated SCP-2455-1. SCP-2455 possesses no anomalous properties outside of a SCP-2455-1 manifestation event, and is noted by staff as indecisive to the point of apathy towards its own containment.
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Instances of SCP-2455-1 will manifest in the nearest space available. These entities appear identical to SCP-2455, with one visible factor altered, most commonly clothing. Generally SCP-2455-1 instances will be observed wearing a uniform corresponding to an organization SCP-2455 is not currently affiliated with. SCP-2455-1 instances have been confirmed to possess knowledge comparable, if not an exact match, to that of SCP-2455's, in addition to expected information regarding their apparent affiliation.1
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SCP-2455 claims that SCP-2455-1 manifests when it is faced with a 'major decision'. See test logs attached below for analysis on this claim. SCP-2455-1 instances appear with the sole intention of insuring SCP-2455 'picks their future'. SCP-2455 claims the first appearance of SCP-2455-1 occurred shortly before its graduation from ████████ University, as SCP-2455 was attempting to choose which business to apply for employment with. Two instances of SCP-2455-1 manifested, one 'representing' the █████ Corporation, and the other the ██████ store, a local business. Both instances possessed knowledge of the working conditions of both positions,2 and attempted to convince SCP-2455 to 'pick them'.
Procedure: Subject is offered a different colored uniform.
+Results: No SCP-2455-1 manifestation.
+Analysis: Trivial decisions do not appear to trigger SCP-2455's effects.
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Test 002 - 04/██/20██
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Procedure: Subject is asked if it wished to be moved to a different site.
+Results: No SCP-2455-1 manifestation.
+Analysis: From SCP-2455's point of view, the two situations were identical.
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Test 003 - 04/██/20██
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Procedure: Subject is offered employment with the Foundation.
+Results: No SCP-2455-1 manifestation.
+Analysis: Subject was visibly conflicted by this decision, however no manifestation event occurred.
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I wonder if SCP-2455's effects could tell that we were not genuine with our offer? - Dr Vauge.
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Test 034 - 06/██/20██
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Procedure: Unplanned test. As no test conducted so far had resulted in a manifestation event, the research staff were considering doing final tests and declaring SCP-2455 non-anomalous.
+Results: SCP-2455-1 manifested wearing casual street clothes. Upon manifestation, SCP-2455-1 attempted to hide from research staff. When discovered, SCP-2455-1 vanished immediately.
+Analysis: In the time period between SCP-2455-1 manifesting and its discovery, there was a real chance that SCP-2455 would be administered amnestics and released back into society. This indicates three things: first, that it does not have to be SCP-2455's decision that affects its future, that there has to be a real chance of that future occurring, and that SCP-2455-1 manifestations are not necessarily conductive to that future.
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Test 036 - 07/██/20██
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Procedure: Dr ████ (currently under watch from Internal Affairs for known sympathies to humanoid anomalies) was asked to interview SCP-2455.
+Results: SCP-2455-1 manifested wearing the uniform of a junior researcher, and attempts to convince Dr ████ to employ SCP-2455, citing the precedents of [REDACTED]. SCP-2455-1 ignored SCP-2455.
+Analysis: This manifestation was aware of classified information, notably the anomalous natures of [REDACTED]. Further questioning revealed that SCP-2455-1 was in possession of knowledge which would be expected of a Foundation employee with level 2 clearance.
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Test 041 - 31/██/20██
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Procedure: Unplanned test. SCP-2455 was being moved to another facility.
+Results: SCP-2455-1 manifested wearing the same clothing as SCP-2455, however was infected with SCP-███
+Analysis: The infected manifestation attempted to attack SCP-2455 to infect it with SCP-███. The escorting guards were able to neutralize the instance as they would a normal SCP-███ victim. Shortly afterwards, a containment breach occurred at Site-██, during which samples of SCP-███ were released. Possibility of using SCP-2455 as an 'early warning' system is deemed worthy of further research.
Interviewed: An SCP-2455-1 instance identical to the one produced by test 036.
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Interviewer: Dr ████ (Necessary to cause this instance of SCP-2455-1 to manifest)
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Foreword: SCP-2455-1 had been taken to another room so that SCP-2455 would not be involved.
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<Begin Log, 14/██/20██>
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Dr ████: May I have your name?
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SCP-2455-1: ██████ █████.
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Dr ████: And the girl you were found with, what is her name?
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SCP-2455-1: She's ██████ █████ as well.
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Dr ████: And the other 2455-1 instances are…?
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SCP-2455-1: Idiots.
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Dr ████: I beg your pardon?
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SCP-2455-1: The way I am now my future is either with the Foundation or locked up by the Foundation. I don't want to be locked up, but no, ██████ wants to be a baker…
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Dr ████: If I may ask, what exactly is your relation to SCP-2455?
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SCP-2455-1: She's my starting point. My 'iteration zero'.
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Dr ████: And her relationship to you?
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SCP-2455-1: I'm her, as a researcher.
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Dr ████: We have no records of you working for us.
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SCP-2455-1: Well of course not. I haven't happened yet.
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Dr ████: Are you from a possible future?
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SCP-2455-1: I am a possible future. Hers.
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Dr ████: So, before you manifested, you were…?
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SCP-2455-1: Waiting to happen. And here I am!
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Dr ████: Hmm. Interview concluded for now.
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SCP-2455-1: Wait, can't I join now?
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Dr ████: If you are what you claim, you know there are procedures that need following. Doubly so for one such as you.
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SCP-2455-1: But… you can't! You don't understand, I need to happen now or I never will!
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Dr ████: SCP-2455's situation is static for now, however there lies a possibility that -
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SCP-2455-1: That wouldn't be me, it would be one of the others!
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Dr ████: 2455-1 -
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SCP-2455-1: [Subject screams in hysterics.]
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: At this point, the overseeing guard aborted the interview. 2455-1 instance immediately vanished.
Personnel collecting instances of SCP-2537 (photo by Agent Novi)
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Item #: SCP-2537
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Captured instances of SCP-2537 are to be contained in separate standard humanoid containment chambers within Site-44. The detection and detainment of SCP-2537 is currently assigned to MTF Beta-13 ("Over Troubled Waters").
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Description: SCP-2537 is a type of anomalous humanoid capable of transmogrifying into a clay brick. Transmogrification can be initiated at will and takes approximately three seconds to complete. On nights with a full moon, should an instance of SCP-2537 see the moon it will transmogrify regardless of its intent. Witnessing SCP-1812 results in a similar forced change.
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SCP-2537 are able to convert humans into additional instances via bludgeoning to the victim's head while in a brick state, though the exact force required for successful conversion is currently unknown. This generally requires teamwork between multiple instances, or a single instance throwing itself from a vantage point and transmogrifying mid-fall. However, due to the nature of it, attempted conversions often result in the death of the victim. Instances experience no compulsion to bludgeon humans.
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Damage sustained while in a brick state carries over to the instance's humanoid form and vice versa. Sustaining significant structural damage in brick form seems to terminate an instance, and it will remain in brick form. Neither form displays anomalous strength or durability, making infecting humans mildly dangerous due to possible damage from the accelerated impacts.
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Photograph taken during discovery
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Prior to nights featuring the second new moon of the month, all instances will attempt to gather at a single river or stream. Whether this qualifies as anomalous compulsion in a humanoid or instinct in an anomalous humanoid is currently under debate. During these gatherings, SCP-2537 will arrange themselves and non-anomalous bricks into a bridge using secretions of mortar that have only been seen during gathering periods. Upon the moon setting, the mortar will liquefy and dissolve, and the instances will disperse.
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While the bridge is being built, the opposite riverbank will gradually alter in appearance. This phenomenon is only visible from the riverside the bridge begins on. It is unknown what would occur if SCP-2537 instances were to successfully complete the bridge.
Filename: 800px-5.22.10DonatoSquareByLuigiNovi5.jpg
+Name: 5.22.10DonatoSquareByLuigiNovi5.jpg
+Author: Nightscream
+License: CC BY 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia
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Filename: werebricks
+Author: PickYerPoison
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
+Derivative of:
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Name: Clifton Hampden Bridge - geograph.org.uk - 1277066.jpg and Mountain Peak, Alaska (1999).jpg
+Author: Steve Daniels and Andrew Shiva
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0 and CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia and Wikimedia
+Additional Notes: The two images were edited together by PickYerPoison.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-270’s immovable nature, a structure has been built around it that outwardly appears to be a large farmhouse, henceforth called Outpost Delta. Outpost Delta is to be staffed with a minimum of ███ trained personnel.
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Extensive records of SCP-270’s ciphers are kept at Site-11. Extensive records of decoded ciphers are available in █-███, ██████.
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If the security of Outpost Delta is compromised, SCP-270 is to be destroyed, along with all on-base records of verified or unverified information accumulated, and manuscripts outlining various encryptions SCP-270 has used.
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Description: SCP-270 is a nondescript black phone of mid-20th century make.
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There were no human populations exceeding ██ people per ████ square meters within a █████ radius of the location of discovery, and SCP-270 itself was well hidden by surrounding native vegetation. The unusual properties of SCP-270 were apparent upon discovering that the power cord extended an indefinite length into the soil directly below SCP-270, despite which a steady voice was speaking through the earphone. Investigations regarding how long the cord is have since been officially discontinued (see Addendum 270-A).
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What makes SCP-270 of continued interest is the audio stream from the earphone, which has since been discovered to contain encrypted messages that are of value to the Foundation. Said ciphers are referred to as SCP-270-1.
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For the most part, SCP-270-1 consists of a mildly distorted human female voice (see Addendum 270-B) speaking in a steady monotone, which has been recorded listing names, cryptic phrases, patterns of numbers, quotes, mangled quotes, strings of letters, [DATA EXPUNGED] incomprehensible words, sounds that cannot be produced by any known animal that continue for extended amounts of time (███ unconfirmed languages have been distinguished to date, ██ of which are reoccurring), monologues, nursery rhymes, [REDACTED] leading to speculation as to whether or not the narrator is in fact human, etc.
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The following have also been recorded: melodies, periods of silence (see Addendum 270-C), metallic scraping noises, metallic scraping noises that have been looped and re-calibrated so they play roughly in the same tune as several classical music tunes and a handful of [DATA EXPUNGED], Morse code, [REDACTED] human screaming, various computer programming languages, every known language on earth (including, in one incident, Pig Latin), [DATA EXPUNGED] possibly of biological origin, condescending laughter, music, music played backwards, music [REDACTED], conversations that have evidently been recorded ranging from [REDACTED] politically significant and extensively protected area to what was most likely an average household, discussing what grocery supplies to buy from the supermarket, static, ambient soundtracks, etc.
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SCP-270 is otherwise a perfectly normal phone and is susceptible to damage as similar phones would be. Disassembly has not uncovered the source of SCP-270’s unusual properties.
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Speaking into SCP-270 has no effect on SCP-270-1. Currently disputed, refer to Incident-270-█ in which [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Attempts to decipher SCP-270-1 have yielded partial successes. In one notable case, a complicated cipher proved to be an intensive description of an SCP-███’s imminent attempt to breach containment. Evidence of such was found in the [REDACTED] of SCP-███’s containment. Containment breach was accordingly prevented. Decoded portions have alternately been startlingly useful to the Foundation, and immensely frustrating to both personnel working on SCP-270-1 and Foundation officials. For example, one ██-hour study of what seemed to be a significant cipher proved to translate into a long and painstakingly thorough list of extremely unofficial synonyms for a human █████.
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Likewise, information gained from SCP-270-1 have both [DATA EXPUNGED] preventing a possible XK-class end-of-the-world scenario, and listed ‘secret ingredients’ of Dr. R█████’s widely praised cherry pie. As it is impossible to determine how useful portions of SCP-270-1 will be, personnel are advised to choose whatever segments of SCP-270-1 they deem to be most promising. However, some portions of cipher are either too intricately encrypted for our most perspicacious personnel to decode, or indeed may hold no meaning at all.
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Attempts to decode SCP-270-1 are continually ongoing (see Addenda 270-D and 270-E).
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Addendum 270-A: A probe was extended a total of █████ meters along the wire before the maximum extension length was reached. The matter has since been declared not of sufficient interest to merit a more thorough examination.
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Addendum 270-B: As of █/██/██, ████ military time, the unidentified female voice of SCP-270-1 stuttered for █ seconds before breaking down into what researchers described as ‘disconsolate sobs,’ pleading to be [REDACTED]. This continued for ██ seconds before audio cut off abruptly to a ██-minute excerpt of SCP-270-1 from ██/█/██. Immediately afterwards, SCP-270-1 proceeded as usual, the only noticeable difference being that the voice narrating SCP-270-1 was male.
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Addendum 270-C: Further examinations revealed that this was in fact not silence, but audio stimuli both too high or too low pitched for human perception. ███ additional unidentified languages have been discovered upon supplying Outpost Delta with appropriate audio equipment.
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Addendum 270-D: As of late, SCP-270-1 has been becoming noticeably more difficult to decode. This includes utilizing more convoluted methods of encryption, loud background noises being added while the narrator is speaking, multiple voices speaking at once, and, in one case, loud [REDACTED] extremely personal details [REDACTED] Dr. A████, who was visibly shaken by the event. Morale has since plummeted while stress levels have skyrocketed.
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A computer program has been coded in order to automatically decode portions of SCP-270-1. A recreation wing has been added to Outpost Delta.
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Addendum 270-E: Data Processor 270-1 has been discontinued. All attempts to electronically resolve portions of SCP-270-1 have thus far failed.
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LEVEL 5 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED
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As of late, concerns have risen regarding the psychological states of personnel working on SCP-270.
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What I’m talking about, of course, are the natural issues that arise when you have a situation like this. Namely, putting a bunch of highly intelligent, motivated, tenacious people together and ordering them to solve a puzzle that may or may not have a solution. And telling them that lives may depend upon their success or failure.
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Recently, Dr. █████, by some superhuman effort, cracked ██ minutes’ worth of cipher that had been discarded by communal agreement as a ‘dud’ and [DATA EXPUNGED] resulting in the aversion of a ██ end-of-the-world scenario. This has not been beneficial for the mental states of many personnel, as every ‘dud’ they discard may contain information regarding an equally disastrous event. Since then, there have been rapidly emerging paranoia and/or obsession-related disorders. Some personnel are beginning to insist that the most trivial details of the cipher contain important messages, others have not slept or eaten in days in their pursuits, and still others have suffered from psychotic breakdowns.
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Outpost Delta has since been supplied with more personnel in an attempt to spread the workload more thinly. However, the effects of having a few days of diligent work crumble into a ‘dud,’ repeatedly, have proven to be an absolute disaster for morale and, at times, mental stability. Currently, we only have enough staff to decode roughly ██% of the cipher.
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So far, reassigning personnel after a ██-month stay at Outpost Delta, applying Class A amnestics, and returning them to work on 270-1 at the end of a ██-month period of low-pressure jobs has worked fairly well as a short-term solution. This, however, requires a rather large number of personnel to be continually circulating in and out of Outpost Delta to maintain the minimum amount of staff required to decode the greater portion of what comes out of SCP-270.
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In addition, long-term circulation through Outpost Delta has been shown to ingrain certain paranoid and obsessive mental behaviors that Class A amnestics don’t wipe clean.
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[DATA EXPUNGED] nature of SCP-270, this is exactly what it wants, if certain people are to be trusted [DATA EXPUNGED] disconcerting to said O5 member. [REDACTED] not in fact a method of safe communication between unknown entities, as originally hypothesized, but rather [DATA EXPUNGED].
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I request for this matter to be discussed more in-depth sometime in the near future.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2842 is kept in a Type 2 Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-17. Standard amenities and precautions associated with T2HCC are in place. SCP-2842 has no special medical, dietary, or psychological requirements, and has a Standard Risk Rating of 02/05/00.
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SCP-2842 is permitted access to information regarding MTF Omicron-12's operations at the discretion of the MTF leader and SCP-2842's HMCL supervisor. See report on Project Crowdreader [attached] for details of SCP-2842's utilization by MTF Omicron-12.
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Description: SCP-2842 is a human male, roughly 21 years of age at time of writing. SCP-2842's anomalous property will manifest when it identifies a social media1 account: it will become aware of the location and content of eleven image files that the operator(s) of the given account will find moderately humorous.2
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When SCP-2842 identifies an additional account within four seconds of the prior account, the set of images it identifies will adjust to appeal to the holders of both accounts. In this fashion, SCP-2842 is able to identify sets of images that appeal to several thousand individuals at a time by reading account names in rapid succession.
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SCP-2842 possesses a tattoo on its right ankle reading "Mr. Meme, by Gamers Against Weed"; SCP-2842 professes no knowledge of the group, though exposure to the phrase produces an exaggerated laugh response. See interview logs for details.
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Interview Logs
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The following interviews were performed by Dr. Steele. Several relevant excerpts have been included in this document.
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Dr. Steele: So, you mentioned previously that you've only existed for about a year. Is that correct?
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SCP-2842: That's as far back as I can remember. I just woke up in someone's house one day. All I really knew about myself was that my name was Mr. Meme and that I could find funny pictures online. Plus the like, normal stuff. Eating, hiding from cops, Google AdSense.
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Dr. Steele: I see. What happened then?
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SCP-2842: There was some kid there who was watching me when I woke up. He was super excited that I was there, and he wanted me to get him more followers on Instagram. I didn't really give a shit, so I just left. He got really mad about that. I almost took his phone but I thought nah, more trouble than it's worth.
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Dr. Steele: Do you happen to remember his name, or where he lived? Anything like that?
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SCP-2842: No, sorry. I was only there for like ten minutes. I wasn't really confident in my 'running from angry parents who found some stranger hanging out with their kid' skills.
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Dr. Steele: That's alright. What happened after you left?
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[Extraneous data removed. In summary, SCP-2842 utilized its anomalous properties to operate a large number of social media accounts, using various monetization methods to leverage its online presence into a steady cash flow.]
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Dr. Steele: When we found you at the police station, you had been arrested for assault. Can you tell us about that?
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SCP-2842: It's a load of bullshit. The other guy started it.
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Dr. Steele: The details?
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SCP-2842: This douchey-looking dude came to my apartment complex saying I got doxxed, and that I'd been stealing his tweets. I mean, yeah, I probably was, but what am I supposed to do? No ID, no skills, no family, so on and so forth.
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SCP-2842: Anyways, he was dumb enough to start shoving me around while he was at the top of the stairs, so when I pushed back he fell down like a whole flight of them. The cops came like two days later, since he was pressing charges.3
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Dr. Steele: Thanks for sharing. How do you feel about all this?
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SCP-2842:<Shrugs> It's alright, I guess. I keep worrying that I'm gonna lose all my followers if I don't keep posting, but honestly I kind of hated the whole thing anyways, so fuck it. Plus if I did get doxxed, I was pretty much fucked.
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Dr. Steele: You didn't like social media?
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SCP-2842: It's alright when you're sharing stuff that you like, but I know my special powers don't find the best stuff ever. There's only so many times you can repost the tuxedo guy holding a sewing machine in front of a crashed truck before you just sort of glaze over it. And after the ten thousandth advice animal I'm pretty much sick of anything written in Impact.
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Dr. Steele: I suppose that's not surprising.
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SCP-2842: I did actually have an account where I posted OC. Original content, I mean. It would be pretty successful by most people's standards, I think — two thousand Twitter followers is good, right?
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Dr. Steele: For a comedy account? Sure.
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SCP-2842: Right, right. But it took the effort of ten other accounts combined, and all those were way more popular. I had to shut it down eventually because I couldn't afford to run anything that wasn't racking up followers and clicks.
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Dr. Steele: How many followers did you end up having, by the way?
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SCP-2842: Across all my accounts? Something like three million.
Dr. Steele: What can you tell me about the tattoo on your ankle?
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SCP-2842: Nothing really. It's just been there since day one.
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Dr. Steele: What about 'Gamers Against Weed'?
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<SCP-2842 starts laughing. It attempts, and fails, to speak coherently several times. SCP-2842 calms down after four minutes.>
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SCP-2842: Sorry, it's just… that's really fucking funny. Always has been. I try not to look at the tattoo too much, it's that distracting. I don't know who it is though.
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Dr. Steele: That's fine. Do you know anything about 'Little Misters' or 'Doctor Wondertainment'?
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SCP-2842: Yeah, actually. There was a piece of paper I had with me at like, the very start, that talked about Wondertainment. I forgot about it until just now. It's in my apartment, maybe you guys already got it.
Dr. Steele: Don't worry about my schedule, that's my assistant's job.
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SCP-2842: I know, I had the guard ask him about it a week ago.
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Dr. Steele: Sorry for the wait, then. What can I do for you?
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SCP-2842: Well, uh. Do you guys need help with anything?
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Dr. Steele: Like what?
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SCP-2842: Anything. Like don't get me wrong, it's not like there's a shortage of things for me to do around here, but there's nothing for me to do, you know?
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Dr. Steele: I'm not quite sure what you mean.
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SCP-2842: It's like… I'm Mr. Meme. I find funny pictures, and I'm pretty much the best at being mediocre at it. It's what I do.
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Dr. Steele: I thought you disliked running those accounts.
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SCP-2842: Oh, for sure, I did. If my stuff was actually funny or original maybe I'd feel different, but stealing stuff that was just barely worth a share was depressing. But I still feel like I have to use this ability, because somehow doing nothing is even more depressing.
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Dr. Steele: Well… there was a proposal I made a few weeks ago for something like that. It didn't get approved, but if inactivity is taking a toll on your mental health, that would put it in a new light.
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SCP-2842:<Smiles> Let's hear it.
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[Extraneous data removed. See report on Project Crowdreader.]
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SCP-2842: That sounds pretty tight. It's like that one TV show.
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Dr. Steele: I'll re-submit the proposal, then. Which show do you mean?
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SCP-2842: You know, the one with the guy?
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Dr. Steele: Ah, yes, that one.
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Project Crowdreader
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Summary: SCP-2842 operates in conjunction with MTF Omicron-12, "Nine-Tailed Dox", using its anomalous properties to identify images that are considered humorous by the operators of social media accounts that are of interest to the Foundation. This information is used in conjunction with conventional intelligence and investigative techniques to identify persons of interest and, on occasion, gain additional information on already-identified persons of interest. In return, SCP-2842 is provided with limited information regarding the impact of its assistance.
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Purpose: To enhance the capabilities of MTF Omicron-12; to detect changes in SCP-2842's anomalous properties; to improve SCP-2842's morale and encourage cooperation.
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Status: SCP-2842 is given an average of four accounts for analysis on a daily basis. In 15-25 cases per month, information provided by SCP-2842 assists in the identification of a person of interest. SCP-2842 reports substantial satisfaction from this activity.
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SCP-2842 has repeatedly requested permanent assignment to, and training from, Omicron-12. While SCP-2842 is loyal and reasonably intelligent, and his anomalous properties are a valuable asset, the absence of formal education and pre-existing training makes this option substantially less effective than simply allowing him to operate in conjunction with already-trained operatives. He can ask again when he completes his basic education.- Agent Linda Jepsen, MTF Omicron-12 leader.
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Document 2842-5581
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Document 2842-5581 was located in SCP-2842's apartment, as described in Interview Log C5. It is reproduced below in its entirety.
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Holy Heck! You've just found yourself your very own Mr. Meme by Gamers Against Weed! Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe. Who is Dr. Wondertainment?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2860 is to be contained within a Type S Standard Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell at Site-19. In addition to standard furnishings, the contents of SCP-2860’s former office have been moved into its cell. Medical assistance is to be provided upon request and psychological health screenings are to be performed every two weeks. Prior to any interaction with living organic material, SCP-2860 is to be required to wear specially treated leather gloves so as to limit risk of accidental exposure of personnel to SCP-2860’s effect.
Update (06/10/2015): Due to increased sensitivity of SCP-2860’s effect to include the entirety of the object’s body, SCP-2860 and the contents of its cell have been moved to a sealed humanoid containment cell with an independent filtration system. Prior to any interaction or transport, SCP-2860 is to be required to wear a modified isolation suit so as to prevent any further exposure of personnel to SCP-2860’s effect. This isolation suit is to be replaced after each individual use. Due to the increased risk of performing psychological health screenings, such screenings have been reduced to once per month.
Update (07/11/2016): Due to increased sensitivity of SCP-2860’s effect to include any hair shed by the object, SCP-2860’s cell is to be cleaned of any particulates shed by SCP-2860 every two weeks by personnel equipped with Class-B hazmat suits. Hair collected in this matter is to be incinerated on-site. On a daily basis, SCP-2860 is to be moved to a specialized decontamination chamber for removal of any transformed skin cells. Psychological health screenings are to be performed via teleconference on a weekly basis to monitor SCP-2860’s declining mental state.
Update (15/11/2017): Due to SCP-2860’s declining mental state and increasingly frequent attempts at suicide, the subject has been placed in a medically induced coma according to the guidelines set by the Palmer Protocol. Personnel equipped with Class-B hazmat suits are to remove all transformed skin cells from the subject on a daily basis. Hair samples are to be collected from SCP-2860 for continued testing of the object’s effect on an as needed basis.
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Description: SCP-2860 is the former Dr. Harold Thompson, a 46-year-old, Caucasian male. Prior to containment, SCP-2860 served a total of ten years as a Level 2 Researcher of Site-19’s Experimental SCP Object Cataloging Lab. During this initial time period, SCP-2860 did not display any anomalous properties.
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SCP-2860’s effect manifests when any living organic material comes into direct physical contact with its hands. Any such contact results in the near–instantaneous transformation of the organic material into solid marble. Analysis of material transformed in this fashion shows that materials covering the tested material, or inorganic components of the material (osseous tissue, etc.) are not affected by SCP-2860’s effect. Use of high-speed photography has indicated that each transformation event doesn’t occur completely at once, but rather radiates from the point of contact. Testing to determine exactly how this transformation process begins, or is maintained is currently ongoing.
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The degree of sensitivity of this ability seems to extend down to a microscopic level, as individual microscopic organisms present on SCP-2860’s skin undergo transformation upon exposure. This results in a very fine marble powder forming on SCP-2860’s ungloved hands after a few seconds of exposure.
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Testing of SCP-2860’s effect has shown that the marble produced matches the composition of marbles found in a variety of geographic regions including:
As of the time of writing, no two subsequent uses of SCP-2860’s effect have produced the same composition of marble.
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SCP-2860’s effect first manifested on 17-10-2004, following accidental exposure of SCP-2860 to a particulate released from an experimental anomalous object acquired from a raid on an anart studio near Portland, OR. This object was a hollow steel rod with a brass tip that had the same effect as SCP-2860. The rod was engraved with “# 5” on its side. Exactly how SCP-2860 effected the release of the particulate from the rod, or what its exact composition was, is currently unknown due to its immediate disappearance after release. The rod lost its anomalous effects upon release of the particulate. Investigation as to whether more instances of this object are currently at large is ongoing. Dr. Thompson has since been considered KIA and his family has been provided the standard bereavement package in addition to Cover-Story #31 (Lab Accident). Updated photographs of SCP-2860’s former wife and son have been provided on a yearly basis to help deter any mental decline.
The following interview was conducted following SCP-2860’s initial containment.
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Interviewed: SCP-2860
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Interviewer: Dr. Freemont
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Foreword: This interview was done following an initial screening of SCP-2860’s anomalous properties.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Freemont: Good afternoon, Harold.
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SCP-2860: Afternoon Melissa. I have to say this is really weird. I never really imagined what it was like to be on the other side of what we do here… I can’t say I’m too fond of it.
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Dr. Freemont: Go with the flow and everything should work out fine. Now, I have a few questions about that round of testing we just did…
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SCP-2860: Fire away.
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Dr. Freemont: Your effect is automatic, correct?
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SCP-2860: Yeah. I don’t think I have any control of it. It just… happens.
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Dr. Freemont: Do you feel anything?
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SCP-2860: I do. It’s kind of like the feeling of a small static discharge. Each time the effect happens, it goes off. It's… rather uncomfortable.
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Dr. Freemont: Interesting, and you say this happens every time?
The following interview was conducted as part of a standard mental health screening on 10/11/2006.
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Interviewed: SCP-2860
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Interviewer: Dr. Freemont
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Foreword: This interview was done at the end of a standard mental health screening. During the testing sessions prior to this screening, SCP-2860 requested to keep several of the items transformed for its own personal use.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Freemont: One more thing before we are finished for the evening, Harold.
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SCP-2860: Go for it.
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Dr. Freemont: During the last few testing sessions, you requested to keep a few of the items you transformed into marble. Now, a few of the higher ups have considered granting this request, but first you need to tell us why you would like them.
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SCP-2860: [Chuckles] Well, yeah… Its kind of funny. You’d think I’d want to keep them as far away from me as possible. I mean, here I am, having done something incredibly terrible, turning some poor bird or butterfly to stone, and yet, when I look at some of these things, I just… I don’t know… get lost in them. Some of them are so beautiful, like a moment that I trapped in time. I guess this is what some artists must feel after they finish a painting.
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Dr. Freemont: So what are you going to do with them?
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SCP-2860: Probably just keep them on my desk or something. Look at them every now and then. Especially the sparrow. That one really gets to me… Maybe they will help me feel a little less lonely sometimes.
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Dr. Freemont: Pardon?
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SCP-2860: You’ve worked for the Foundation as long as I have, Melissa, so I bet you’ve probably had this thought every now and then. You know, "What if that was me?" You think about it when you hear about some new humanoid they contained at Site-64, or some new reality bender they have at Site-81, or when you bump into Bright, or that time guy out at Site-17. You think “What if I had that ability?” or “What if that happened to me?” or “What would I do if I could turn bullets into sand?” You always think about “What would I do if I had that kind of power?” But I bet you never stopped to think about how isolating it is, especially with how we run things at the Foundation. We just put these people in these boxes and hope to learn as much as we can about them before they break down. It’s really quite something to see it from the other side. I guess I want those items, because it would be nice to have something in here that is just as trapped as I am.
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Dr. Freemont: I see…
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SCP-2860: [Chuckles] As I said before, it’s kind of funny.
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<End Log>
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Addendum: 2860-3: Update As of 06/10/2015, SCP-2860’s effect has increased in sensitivity from direct physical contact with its hands to direct physical contact anywhere on its body. As a result, the subject is almost constantly covered with a fine marble powder on all exposed areas when outside of a sterile environment. SCP-2860 claims this constant use of its effect causes it continuous discomfort, and as a result has made SCP-2860 increasingly irritable. Special Containment Procedures have been updated to reflect this change. Object class has been upgraded to Euclid.
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Addendum: 2860-4: Update As of 07/11/2016, SCP-2860’s effect has increased in sensitivity to not only include direct physical contact with any hair shed by the object, but also transforms all organic matter, living or dead, including the stratum corneum layer of SCP-2860’s own epidermis resulting in a near constant coat of marble dust on SCP-2860’s body. Shed hair seems to maintain SCP-2860’s effect indefinitely. As a result of the transformation of SCP-2860’s skin, the subject claims to be in a near constant state of discomfort. At the time of writing, SCP-2860 is unable to sleep without sedation, and must be fed intravenously due to food undergoing transformation during all attempts of SCP-2860 to feed itself. At the current time, SCP-2860’s internal tissue does not appear to present with the same anomalous properties.
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Repeated inhalation of the marble dust generated by SCP-2860’s effect has resulted in dust deposits forming within SCP-2860’s lungs. These deposits have resulted in accelerated silicosis and progressive massive fibrosis. The nearly constant buildup of marble dust along SCP-2860’s eyes has resulted in severe abrasions to the object’s corneas, resulting in SCP-2860 becoming largely blind in both eyes. Medical treatment to alleviate these conditions is currently ongoing. Special Containment Procedures have been updated to reflect this change.
The following interview was conducted following a standard mental health screening on 17/12/2016.
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Interviewed: SCP-2860
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Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy
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Foreword: This interview was done by SCP-2860’s request following a standard mental health screening conducted via telecast. Due to SCP-2860's progressive massive fibrosis, the object experienced shortness of breath throughout the interview's duration.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Cassidy: Good afternoon, SCP-2860, what is it you wished to speak about?
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SCP-2860: For the love… of god… Drake. Please, for the sake of my sanity… call me Harold.
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Dr. Cassidy: I’m sorry. What is it you wish to speak with me about, Harold?
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SCP-2860: Please… kill me…
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Dr. Cassidy: I’m sorry… what?
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SCP-2860: I’m falling apart Drake. I can’t eat… I can’t sleep… I feel like there is… a swarm of… fire ants living in my skin! I can’t go on… If you have any mercy… in you… put on a goddamn hazmat suit… grab a gun… and shoot me… in the fucking head! Please…
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Dr. Cassidy: Harold… I can’t do that. Even if I wanted too, its just…
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SCP-2860 violently coughs for several minutes.
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SCP-2860: Then… get the fucking… ethics committee to sign off on it… Have the O5’s give you… a smiley face… sticker… Just, please… I can’t do this… this is just… cruel…
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Dr. Cassidy: I just can’t do that. Secure, contain, protect… they have a testing schedule booked for you several months long. I can’t go to them saying, “Hey, let’s kill the man.” If things are getting too much to handle, we could see about getting you some pain killers, or maybe a medically induced coma.
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SCP-2860: Wouldn’t that… be nice… Spend the rest of my life… as a vegetable, or drugged out of… my skull… Drake, I don’t know how much worse… this is going to get… I’d rather… take my exit now… on my terms… than die twenty to thirty… years from now… having slept my life away… hooked up to machines… You don’t even have to be the one to pull the trigger… please…
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation censoring protocols currently active in Internet Service Providers worldwide and filtering devices installed on significant Internet backbones are currently being employed to prevent access to SCP-2964.
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Foundation web crawlers are actively searching for direct mentions of SCP-2964, along with articles potentially describing SCP-2964 or supplying directions on how to connect to SCP-2964. Any such detected articles are to be purged, and their creators are to be traced and administered Class A or Class B amnestics (as appropriate) after interrogation.
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Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel to intentionally take action that would result in the view from any stream on SCP-2964 being permanently blocked.
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Description: SCP-2964 is a video streaming service operating under the name "Xtreme Videozzz", accessible in any modern web browser by connecting directly to IP Address ███.██.███.█. Attempts to trace this address have so far been unsuccessful, as it fails to resolve to a valid location.
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Once connected to SCP-2964 it functions in a similar manner to contemporary video streaming services, with the exception that the majority of the content available is non-existent outside of SCP-2964. This includes films and television shows starring or created by non-existent actors and producers, films and television shows by known actors and directors of which the supposed creators have no knowledge, and documentaries on a vast array of sensitive and classified subjects.
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New video content becomes available on SCP-2964 daily and frequently displays up-to-date knowledge on world events, exhibiting a speed of video creation and editing that is not believed to be humanly possible. For example, 17 minutes after the events of [REDACTED] in 20██ a 3 hour documentary on the subject appeared on SCP-2964, featuring footage from inside the still-radioactive structure.
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Due to the significant breach of security that would result from SCP-2964 becoming public knowledge, including the loss of secrecy regarding the existence of the Foundation, all efforts must be made to keep SCP-2964 out of the public eye. MTF Mu-7 ("Car Downloaders") are to remain on standby to address any such breaches of security and to contain the source of SCP-2964 should its location be determined. Content on SCP-2964 is to be monitored regularly for any potential information revealing said location.
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Excerpt of Observation Log 2964-A:
+The following is a brief rundown of notable content discovered on SCP-2964. For a full log, contact the Senior Researcher.
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26 unreleased movies from the Police Academy franchise, featuring the full original cast, including those who have been publicly declared dead since filming. Since monitoring began, an average of 2 new movies in the series are added per year.
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An animated series stylistically matching common Saturday morning children's cartoons, called Mobile Task Force Extreme, detailing the adventures of a non-existent MTF team called "MTF Alpha-Omega" as they travel the world containing anomalous objects. Notable for the fact that, with a fair degree of accuracy, it depicts actual containment events as they occur in Foundation records, albeit in a highly exaggerated fashion.1 Despite the visual styling, the content could rarely be considered acceptable for young viewers.
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A 37-minute-long documentary about the Foundation, dealing with the existence of anomalous objects, the methods by which they are contained and details on a number of Foundation Sites. The documentary includes 3 minutes and 48 seconds of footage filmed inside of Foundation facilities. Analysis of security records has shown this footage to be accurate, although no sign of how it was recorded has been found.
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Addendum 1: On 23/07/2015, 2 months and 1 week after containment procedures on SCP-2964 began, a series of over 200 documentaries about the Foundation appeared on SCP-2964 over the course of 3 weeks at a rate of approximately 10 "episodes" per day. The documentaries total over 1000 hours of video and cover a wide array of subjects in detail, including specific Foundation facilities, anomalous objects in Foundation custody, details of specific containment breaches and an estimated 350 hours of footage filmed inside Foundation sites. Reviews of these videos has shown their content to be accurate.
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Addendum 2: Ongoing monitoring of new content added to SCP-2964 has highlighted an alarming increase in the rate of material that would represent a significant security breach should it become public. In the last 2 days, a 7-part documentary on the Daevite civilisation and its history was added. It has been confirmed to be accurate with Foundation records with the exception of the final entry, which details events and individuals occurring after the known extinction of Daevite culture. Following this was a series of interviews with a number of Senior Researchers on Keter-class objects. The subjects of these videos claim to have no knowledge of participating in such interviews.
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Addendum 3: As part of its ongoing daily updates, a new section appeared on SCP-2964 titled "Live-streamzzz". Video streams from over 500 locations can be viewed, many of which are mundane (the inside of a number of unidentified peoples' homes, retail outlets and streets in various cities of the world feature prominently) and have been confirmed to be live where confirmation is possible. Of note is that 11 of these streams are apparently broadcasting from inside Foundation facilities, including the offices of the Site Directors at Site-81, Site-87 and Site-172, and inside the containment chamber for SCP-███. No recording equipment has been discovered at any of these locations, despite numerous sweeps.
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Addendum 4: Site Director Khan at Site-112, after becoming aware of the video feed streaming from his office, placed a piece of paper with "████ ███" written in capitals in such a way as to block the view of the "camera". 17 minutes later, the stream from his office was replaced with a static screen reading "Please wait, technical difficulties". 13 minutes after this, outside of the normal daily update schedule for SCP-2964, a new live-stream appeared titled "The Incredibly Exciting Life of Abed Khan", styled as a reality show in which 2 unidentified voices add commentary over the actions of Site Director Khan in real time. The show now uses multiple "cameras", and at time of writing has been broadcasting non-stop, even while Director Khan is asleep, for 3 days and 13 hours.
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Addendum 5: Periodic psychological reviews of senior staff have shown increasing symptoms of paranoia and stress in Site Director Khan, who has been "filmed" for 3 weeks and 6 days at time of writing. Whether this is a natural response to the perception of being watched or some anomalous effect of SCP-2964's videos is currently being investigated. Psychological support is being provided to mitigate these effects.
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Addendum 6: Site Director Khan is currently undergoing medical treatment for severe burns and ██████ poisoning after accidentally consuming secretions from SCP-████. Researcher Camlin, who was reviewing SCP-2964 streams at the time of the incident, believes that the "commentators" on the stream following Site Director Khan knew this would happen in advance, stating that they had replaced his coffee with [REDACTED]. Researcher Camlin was unable to contact Site-112 security in time to prevent this, though it is believed that the rapid response enabled by his attempt saved Director Khan's life. Estimated recovery time for Site Director Khan: 2 weeks. Investigation into how the substance got into his coffee cup is ongoing.
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Update: The stream following Director Khan continued for the full duration of his recovery.
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Addendum 7: Site Director Khan was killed following a containment breach involving SCP-████. Review of the live-stream implies that the "Commentators" knew in advance that the breach was coming, and were building up to it over a period of several minutes. Following his death, a 5-minute black-and-white montage featuring various clips from the "show" played, before the stream terminated. In the subsequent daily update, a full, unedited copy of the stream along with a condensed episodic version were added to SCP-2964.
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Whether SCP-2964 possesses some form of precognition or was actively involved in the containment breach that killed Site Director Khan is currently under investigation. Upgrade from Euclid to Keter class has been suggested, and is currently under review.
+Note: Upgrade confirmed by O5-8.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2974 is to be kept in a 76-liter glass terrarium with paper towel substrate, at least 2 commercially-available hides, 3 to 5 false logs or branches, and 4-7 pieces of slate rock to facilitate basking. For enrichment purposes, the placement and number of items is to be changed monthly. The terrarium will be kept with a temperature gradient to facilitate temperature regulation. This temperature gradient must be 29.5 degrees Celsius on the warm side, and 23.3 degrees Celsius on the cool side, and will be maintained with an under-tank heater with an attached thermostat. Due to the condition of SCP-2974, water bowls, humid hides, and mistings are not permitted. The terrarium must stay at no more than 30% humidity at all times to prevent decay. SCP-2974 does not require food, but pre-killed insects may be provided for enrichment purposes. Surveillance equipment is to remain out of visual range of SCP-2974.
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Description: SCP-2974 is the corpse of a male eastern fence lizard (Sceloporus undulatus). It is 18.3 cm long, and appears to have died in the summer due to the breeding coloration on its sides and throat. It is currently animate due to an unidentified anomaly, despite having been unintentionally preserved ██ years ago by the ███████ Company1.
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SCP-2974 does not appear to be hampered by its desiccation, and is capable of movement and activities with the same proficiency as non-anomalous fence lizards, including avoiding obstacles and hunting prey insects. It will ignore female lizards of the same species, and smaller or equal-sized lizards of different species, and attempt to hide from its native predators if one is placed near the terrarium. It displays typical territorial behavior when confronted with a male lizard of the same species. However, it will attempt to attack them even when control lizards do not register the presence of an intruder. The current theory is that SCP-2974 has anomalously heightened perception which allows it to sense other male eastern fence lizards through olfactory and visual barriers. It is currently unclear how SCP-2974 is able to behave as it does despite damage to its muscles and organs from being processed as trail mix.
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SCP-2974 reacts to video recording equipment as a control lizard would react to a predator, and will attempt to hide from visible cameras. As long as the cameras are not within visual range of it, it will not react to their presence. Other surveillance equipment, such as audio or infrared recording devices, do not cause SCP-2974 to react negatively.
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Recovery Log
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SCP-2974 was recovered in its current state after reports of a "mummy lizard" from the University of ████████, ███████ ████ were investigated. Questioning of the involved students revealed that the anomaly was discovered in an on-campus vending machine in a bag of trail mix. Class-A amnestics were administered to the students involved, and VCR tapes2 labeled "Night of the Mummy Lizard" were seized and placed into storage. Analysis of the packaging revealed that it matched that of the ███████ Company, located in Memphis, Tennessee. How SCP-2974 remained undiscovered during transit and stocking is uncertain; interviews with the drivers and workers involved revealed that none of them had noticed the presence of the lizard.
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Addendum A: On October ██, ████, a fault in the heat lamp installed at the time caused the substrate within the terrarium to combust. While the fire was dealt with in a timely fashion, unfortunately SCP-2974 lost the lower portion of its right forelimb to fire damage. As a result, containment procedures for this object and other reptilian SCP objects were revised in light of the incident. Containment procedures for SCP-2974 will be adjusted in light of new discoveries regarding eastern fence lizard care from now on. SCP-2974 was relocated to Area-12 and placed under the purview of Doctor Jept.
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Addendum B: In light of SCP-2974's repeated attempts to function as a non-anomalous lizard despite missing its forelimb, a replacement forelimb has been constructed from plastic and a foam liner in order to prevent further damage to the object. The prosthetic is firmly attached to the object, and has been designed to not require additional maintenance beyond attachment.
Mugshot of Frasier Melbrook following a 20█4 arrest.
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Item #: SCP-3017
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Object Class:Euclid Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures (Updated): Frasier Melbrook's cremated remains have been scattered over █ locations, all of which are under automated surveillance. The locations are stored in individual files under separate subdirectories under Level █ Clearance. Any attempt to access any of the files pertaining to the location of the remains, intentionally or otherwise, will automatically alert RAISA administrators. All personnel attempting to access these files are to be administered Class-A amnestics and removed from active duty for a period of no less than 2 weeks.
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If symptoms of SCP-3017-A appear in any Foundation personnel and persist following administration of Class-A amnestics, SCP-3017 will be redesignated as Euclid, new procedures will be drafted, and all affected personnel will be given further amnestic therapy on a case by case basis. Symptoms of exposure may include repeated or prolonged access to this file and related files, attempting to access files pertaining to the location of Melbrook's remains, attempting to access the remains themselves, creation of additional material related to SCP-3017, and any attempt to violate these containment procedures.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3017 is contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Area-55. The entrance to the cell is to be guarded at all times by no fewer than three armed security personnel. Visual and audio feeds of the inside of the cell are to be monitored at all times by no fewer than three security personnel. Any malfunctioning cameras or microphones must be repaired without delay.
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Personnel interacting with SCP-3017 are not to do so continuously for more than 1 hour without Level-4 approval. Any personnel exhibiting violent or obsessive behavior towards SCP-3017 are to be administered a Class-A amnestic.
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SCP-3017-1 instances are to remain under surveillance by clandestine assets. Any attempts by SCP-3017-1 to raise awareness of SCP-3017's containment, or of the containment of other SCP-3017-1 instances, shall be dealt with via standard information suppression techniques to prevent any security breach. Individual instances may be contained for the purposes of extracting information from SCP-3017, or to discourage lack of cooperation.
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No additional privileges are to be given to SCP-3017 for good behavior. Lack of cooperation by SCP-3017 may be dealt with by withholding of rations for no more than 24 hours, removal of basic amenities, sleep deprivation, corporal punishment, containment of SCP-3017-1 instances, and threat of harm of SCP-3017-1 instances.
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Description: (Void as of 1/1/20█7)
+SCP-3017 is Frasier Melbrook, a male aged 25 years old at the time of initial containment. SCP-3017 is believed to have extensive ties to several anomalous groups, and is suspected of having committed multiple robberies, assaults, and murders. SCP-3017 has been arrested 23 times, but has never been formally indicted, most likely due to its secondary effect.
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SCP-3017's primary anomaly affects all subjects coming in close proximity. Subjects who make direct visual contact or engage in conversation with SCP-3017 have a 1-5% chance per minute of becoming spontaneously aware of SCP-3017's criminal disposition. Subjects do not gain knowledge of SCP-3017's specific crimes, only a general understanding of its violent nature.
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Subjects exposed to SCP-3017 for periods greater than 1 hour may begin to experience a compulsion to ensure SCP-3017 remains incarcerated. Further exposure can result in obsessive or violent behavior, though this is easily remedied with amnestic treatment.
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SCP-3017's secondary anomaly manifests in its ability to evade extended incarceration. This effect is believed to be voluntary, but the exact mechanism for the phenomenon is unknown. SCP-3017's secondary anomaly has been a severe barrier to containment, but can be mitigated with the use of SCP-3017-1.
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SCP-3017-1 is the collective designation for 1213 14 people who are entirely immune from SCP-3017's primary effect, and are unable to be convinced of SCP-3017's criminal activity. A table of all currently known SCP-3017-1 instances can be found under Addendum 3017-1-A.
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The threat of incarceration, harm, or death of SCP-3017-1 instances greatly reduces the effects of SCP-3017's secondary anomaly. The use of SCP-3017-1 for this purpose has been shown to be far more effective than conventional disciplinary action, and serves the dual function of being an incentive for SCP-3017 to divulge sensitive information. However, conventional means are generally preferred due to logistical constraints The use of SCP-3017-1 is the preferred method for obtaining information from SCP-3017.
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Addendum 3017-1 A:
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The following is a list of known SCP-3017-1 instances and their relation to SCP-3017.
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Designation
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Name
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Age
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Relation to SCP-3017
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SCP-3017-1-01
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Vivian Melbrook-Fortuin
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48
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Mother
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SCP-3017-1-02
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Beck Melbrook Sr.
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49
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Father
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SCP-3017-1-03
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Zara Melbrook
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18
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Sister
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SCP-3017-1-04
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Beck Melbrook Jr.
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16
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Brother
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SCP-3017-1-05
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Max Melbrook
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11
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Brother
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SCP-3017-1-06
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Tabatha Fortuin
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78
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Maternal Grandmother
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SCP-3017-1-07
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Nadia Alvin
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24
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Fiance
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SCP-3017-1-08
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Eugene Stein
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26
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Former Classmate
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SCP-3017-1-09
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Anna Meier
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25
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Former Classmate
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SCP-3017-1-10
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Victor Abbott
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27
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Former Romantic Partner
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SCP-3017-1-11
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Max Friedrich
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35
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Neighbor
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SCP-3017-1-12
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Kaitlyn Adelardi
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22
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Former Romantic Partner
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Addendum: Mitigation of SCP-3017's Secondary Effect
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Following repeated attempts at containment breach by SCP-3017, Dr. Paris Kiran and Researcher Kathleen Rylan began an investigation of subject's previous incarcerations. It was discovered that shortly prior to SCP-3017's 22nd arrest and longest period of police incarceration, SCP-3017-1-04 was diagnosed with leukemia.
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A proposal was approved to investigate how SCP-3017's perception of SCP-3017-1's well being could be used to mitigate its secondary effect. The following interview was conducted by Researcher Rylan on 1/29/20█6
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<Begin Log>
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Rylan: Good afternoon, SCP-3017. How are you feeling?
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SCP-3017: I feel like the time Beck caught me in the eye when we were playing catch.
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Rylan: So, you've been giving the guards a hard time lately.
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SCP-3017: No, I haven't. Look, if this is about the other day, I already told you that I didn't do anything.
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Rylan: You were trying to escape.
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SCP-3017: I was walking to the bathroom, and he tackled me.
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Rylan: I would have done the same if you were trying to attack me.
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SCP-3017: I barely even looked at him. Are we seriously getting into this again?
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Rylan: You know what? You're right. Dr. Kiran already went through this with you.
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SCP-3017: Yeah, I've had enough of her to last me a lifetime.
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Rylan:(laughs) Haven't we all?
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SCP-3017: Geez.
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Rylan: Um, well, you mentioned your brother just a moment ago. He finished his treatment just this past June, right?
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SCP-3017: Yeah. he did. Why? Did… did something happen to Beck?
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Rylan: No, no. Not as far as we know.
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SCP-3017: Then what are you getting at?
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Rylan: Well… we've received word that your grandmother has been diagnosed with lung cancer.
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SCP-3017: …What?
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Rylan: She went to a clinic about…
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SCP-3017: Yeah, I heard you!
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Rylan: I understand that you're upset, but we…
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SCP-3017: Yes, I am upset! I'm goddamn upset! I'm upset that you guys are keeping me here when something like this happens! I need to be there for her! I need to be there for my family!
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Rylan: I'm sorry, but we can't let you go. You need to understand this.
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SCP-3017: No, you need to understand…
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Rylan: Stop! This is important, and I need you to listen, OK?
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SCP-3017:(sighs) Fine.
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Rylan: Right now, the doctors think they can treat it. If all goes well she'll be fine. But in order for that to happen, we need you to cooperate.
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SCP-3017: What do you mean?
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Rylan: What I mean is… look, it wasn't my decision, but if you keep trying to pull all the stuff with the guards, we won't let her get treatment.
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SCP-3017: But, but that that's crazy! You can't do that!
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Rylan: It wasn't my call, I'm sorry.
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SCP-3017: No, you can't do this!
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Rylan: This is just what they decided to do, and I can't change that. I get it, you're upset and you're worried. But right now, the best thing you can do for her is cooperate with us, alright?
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SCP-3017: But I can't just stay here. I need to be with her.
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Rylan: You can't right now, I'm sorry. I know you care about her. But if you want to help her, you have to stop all these escape attempts.
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SCP-3017: I… can you at least keep me updated on how she's doing?
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Rylan: I'll try.
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SCP-3017: Alright then. I'll do what you want.
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<End Log>
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SCP-3017 has not attempted to breach containment in the 4 months following this recommendation. Currently, monitoring of SCP-3017-1-06 has shown no major chronic health problems.
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Addendum: Memorandum, 02/19/20█6
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Given SCP-3017's known and suspected ties to anomalous groups, the subject is a potential gold mine of information. Thus far, however, all conventional methods of interrogation have failed to yield any useful intelligence. With so much valuable intelligence to be obtained, we must look into alternative means of getting the subject to divulge the information we need.
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SCP-3017's secondary effect has been shown to be mitigated by the belief that SCP-3017-1 instances are in some form of danger. The secondary effect is voluntary on SCP-3017's part; it is mitigated when SCP-3017 does not want to escape, or is more concerned with other matters. Thus, its concern for those it considers close outweighs its desire to escape. Our psychological evaluation of SCP-3017 highlights this attribute as a dominant part of its personality.
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The possible application here is obvious. SCP-3017-1 may be just the incentive we need to finally extract the information we need. By containing individual instances of SCP-3017-1, and convincing SCP-3017 that they are in danger, I believe the subject will be far more cooperative.
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SCP-3017-1 are classified as anomalous, and as such it is within our jurisdiction to contain them if need be. I propose that we contain individual instances on a temporary basis as needed, and then administer an amnestic and release them. At the expense of few resources, we may soon have access to large amounts of intelligence.
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-Dr. Kiran
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Proposal approved by Area-55 Director █████████, 02-21-20█6.
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Interview Int-3017-13:
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On 03/13/20█6, SCP-3017-1-07 was placed into containment at Area-55 in order to evaluate the efficacy of using SCP-3017-1 instances to gather intelligence from SCP-3017. The following interview was conducted by Dr. Kiran while SCP-3017-1-07 was contained on site.
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<Begin Log>
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Kiran: SCP-3017, do you believe you are ready to cooperate with us and provide us with the information we have been requesting regarding [REDACTED]?
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SCP-3017: For the love of god, I keep telling you that I don't know what that is.
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Kiran: Very well. In that case, please look at this screen and tell me what you see.
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(SCP-3017 looks at the screen of Dr. Kiran's computer, which displays the live feed of SCP-3017-1-07's containment cell. Subject displays shock)
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SCP-3017: Why the hell are you showing me this?
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Kiran: Answer my question, SCP-3017. What do you see on the screen?
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SCP-3017: I see that you sick fucks are trying to make me think my girlfriend's been kidnapped. You're a real piece of work.
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Kiran: SCP-3017-1-07 has been detained and placed into our custody. Now…
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(Subject stands up and slams its hands on the table.)
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SCP-3017: Why?! My brother and my grandma might both be dying, and you're just going to keep me here and kidnap Nadia?! You're all goddamn psychos!
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Kiran: Sit down or I will have the guards remove you back to your cell.
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(Subject sits back down.)
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Kiran: That's better. Now, you have refused to provide the information we've been requesting over the course of your containment. We need that information, and we need it now. That is why we have decided to see if you would be more cooperative with a new incentive.
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SCP-3017: You can't do this to her, she hasn't done anything! Please, I swear to god, she'll go insane in here, she'll die! I can't let you do this!
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Kiran: If you give us what we want, then SCP-3017-1-7…
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SCP-3017: She has a name! Are you really that…
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Kiran: If you give us the information we need, she will not be harmed. She will be released from our custody and sent home with no memory of this.
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SCP-3017: But, I already said I don't know anything! How can I tell you what I don't fucking know?
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Kiran: We both know that isn't true.
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SCP-3017: To hell it isn't! Besides, how do you expect me to trust you to let her go? You've been keeping me here for god knows how long, and for what? Zilch! And now you want to do the same to her?! How do I know that you won't…
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Kiran: SCP-3017, do you want to find out what will happen to her if you continue to be uncooperative?
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(SCP-3017 covers its face with its hands and is silent for several seconds before responding.)
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SCP-3017: I'll… I guess I'll try to tell you something. I don't know much about it, but I'll try.
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[SUBSEQUENT DIALOGUE CLASSIFIED]
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<End Log>
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Extensive information regarding several groups, particularly [REDACTED] was obtained during this interview. SCP-3017-1-07 was subsequently amnesticized and released.
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Addendum: Memorandum, 03/20/20█6
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In the course of looking over the information provided by SCP-3017 during the interview on 03-13-20█6, I have found a great deal of inconsistency. In particular, [REDACTED] really doesn't make sense when considering [REDACTED]. Furthermore much of his story doesn't match up at all from information we have obtained from both field agents and from members of [REDACTED].
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I seriously doubt that SCP-3017's information can be considered reliable. I don't know if it just doesn't know anything, or if it's still determined to keep information away from us. But I suspect the latter right now.
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-Researcher Rylan
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Interview Int-3017-24:
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By 04/16/20█6, SCP-3017-1-05, -08, -10, and -12 had all been detained as further incentive for SCP-3017's cooperation. On 04/16/20█6, Dr. Kiran was given special clearance to conduct the following interview. Prior to the interview, SCP-3017-1-10 was sedated and removed to a separate cell. Interview was conducted with SCP-3017 in the adjacent observation room.
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<Begin Log>
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Kiran: OK, and let's start. SCP-3017, I'm going to show you an object, and then I'm going to ask you to tell me what you think it is.
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SCP-3017: Fine, let's get this over with.
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(Dr. Kiran places a spent hollow point bullet on the table)
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SCP-3017: I have no idea what that is.
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Kiran: Alright. Now, I'm going to show you another object, and I want you do do the same thing.
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(Dr. Kiran places an unspent hollow point bullet on the table, followed by several seconds of silence.)
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SCP-3017: …That's a bullet.
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Kiran: Very good. Now, do you have a better idea as to what the first object was?
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SCP-3017: It's a bullet too then. Is it? I… I don't know.
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Kiran: Yes, it's a bullet. Why do you think it's shaped like that?
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(Several seconds of silence.)
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Kiran: OK, how about I tell you then. These are hollow points. The reason that bullet is shaped like that is because it was fired through something.
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(Dr. Kiran rises from her chair, and activates the lights in the adjacent cell.)
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Kiran: And in that room, is what I fired it through. Take a look.
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SCP-3017:(unintelligible)
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Kiran: What was that?
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(SCP-3017 stands up.)
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SCP-3017: I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!
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(Dr. Kiran quickly produces a pistol and aims it at SCP-3017. Several seconds of silence.)
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Kiran: Sit back down. Now.
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(SCP-3017 sits back down, now breathing heavily.)
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Kiran: This is what happens when you lie to us.
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SCP-3017: Please…
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Kiran: The more you lie, the worse this is going to get for you. Now, are you going to give us the information we need, or not?
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SCP-3017: I don't know anything. I'm sorry. Please…
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Kiran: That's bullshit and we both know it.
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SCP-3017: Are you going to shoot me or not?!
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(Dr. Kiran fires the pistol at the acrylic glass observation window.)
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Kiran: We're sick of your games. Start telling the truth, or I will shoot him again.
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SCP-3017: I can't… why would you…oh god…
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(SCP-3017 begins crying for several minutes. Interview terminated.)
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<End Log>
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SCP-3017-1-10 and SCP-3017 were uninjured and returned to containment.
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Addendum 3017-1 g35a:
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On 04/29/20█6, Researcher Rylan submitted the following proposal to Area-55 Director █████████.
After looking further into our documentation, I've been shocked to see that practically no concrete evidence of SCP-3017's criminal history, anomalous or otherwise, actually exists. I can find no physical evidence, no photographic evidence, and no video or audio recordings. All that we have is witness testimony, but given SCP-3017's mind-affecting properties, I do not believe any of this can be considered valid.
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I am becoming more and more convinced that my earlier conclusion regarding SCP-3017 was wrong. I think it honestly does not know the information that we've been asking, and has been making up information so as to protect SCP-3017-1.
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Not only do I believe further efforts to gain information for SCP-3017 are useless, I am also convinced that our current attempts may be a violation of ethics protocols. Right now, SCP-3017 is still convinced that its grandmother has cancer, and that we shot its ex-boyfriend dead right in front of it. On that note, how were Dr. Kiran's actions from 2 weeks ago not grounds for a reassignment at the very least?
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I am formally requesting that all SCP-3017-1 instances be released until we can do more thorough investigation. This has gone too far.
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+At the recommendation of Dr. Kiran, Researcher Rylan has been redesignated SCP-3017-1-13 and placed under containment.
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Incident I-3017 05-17-20█6
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On 05/17/20█6, SCP-3017-1-13 escaped from her cell with the assistance of Security Officer Rudolf Caridad. SCP-3017-1-13 proceeded to manually trigger Area-55's breach alarm, while Security Officer Caridad directed Security Officers stationed at SCP-3017's cell to seek shelter elsewhere in the facility. SCP-3017-1-13 then proceeded to enter SCP-3017's cell and assist the subject in escaping containment.
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Security personnel were unable to apprehend SCP-3017 or SCP-3017-1-13, and both are believed to have escaped the facility. Security Officer Caridad was redesignated SCP-3017-1-14 and placed under containment. Dr. Kiran was reported missing following this event, but reappeared at Area-55 on 05/25/20█6.
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Still frame from footage of Incident I-3017-1 N
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Incident I-3017-1 N
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On 05/23/20█6, at approximately 0300 local time, a fire began at SCP-3017's previous residence. The fire quickly spread, destroying the residence and 2 adjacent houses. SCP-3017-1-01 through -07 and -11 perished in the fire, along with 2 civilians. The cause of the fire is under investigation was found to be arson.
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Incident I-3017-EX
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SCP-3017 was found dead on 05/24/20█6. Subject is believed to have jumped from a bridge approximately 1km from its previous residence. SCP-3017-1-13 was recovered nearby and recontained without resistance.
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The following interview was conducted with SCP-3017-1-13 by Dr. Kiran two days later.
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<Begin Log>
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Kiran: Alright, you're aware of all the procedure here, so I'll just get right…
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SCP-3017-1-13: Don't try to act like this is a normal thing, Paris. We both know it's not. If you're asking about the breach, Rudy will be able fill you in on everything. He did all the work there.
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Kiran: I'm not interested in the breach. I'm interested in what transpired with you and SCP-3017 after you managed to escape.
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SCP-3017-1-13: We hitchhiked to [REDACTED], his house burned down, he jumped into traffic. I don't want to talk about this.
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Kiran: We need specifics.
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SCP-3017-1-13: OK, fine. Specify what you want to know.
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Kiran: Alright. Tell us about when you arrived in [REDACTED].
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SCP-3017-1-13: Well, we got to the outskirts at something like 3 or 4 in the morning. The fire had already started by then, because we could see the light of it. Frasier was leading the way, just getting more and more panicked, and I realized that the fire was around where his house was. He broke into a sprint, and I lost him for a little bit, but I just followed the flames and I found him staring at a disaster area.
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Kiran: While you were in the vicinity, did you see anyone suspicious, anyone at all?
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SCP-3017-1-13: We only saw the firefighters.
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Kiran: Are you absolutely sure?
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SCP-3017-1-13: Yes, I'm pretty damn sure. The house was nearly coming down when I got there, so if someone set the fire, they were probably long gone at that point.
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Kiran: And, um, how was SCP-3017 acting at that point?
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SCP-3017-1-13: What the hell do you expect? I went to try and hold him back because I thought he was going to try and go in, but it started collapsing and he just fell to his knees. I guess I think he knew it was too late at that point. He cried for so long, and I just tried to get him away from the fire at that point.
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Kiran: How long would you say you remained there?
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SCP-3017-1-13: I have no clue. I managed to get him to go a little farther down the street, but after that he didn't move until the sun had come up.
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Kiran: How was…. how would you describe SCP-3017's behavior at that point.
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SCP-3017-1-13: What do you think?
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Kiran: Please just describe it for me.
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SCP-3017-1-13: He was… scared and just broken. I got him away from that street, and then he started muttering to himself "I don't want to die," and I tried to tell him that he was safe but he was just so broken. I've never seen… god, I've never seen anyone that… that shattered.
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(SCP-3017-1-13 pauses and wipes her face.)
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SCP-3017-1-13: Goddamn, I can't do this.
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Kiran: It's alright. Can you continue?
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SCP-3017-1-13: I… I took him to the motel a little bit close by and bought a room with some of the cash Rudy gave us. When he was calm enough, I left him there to see if I could get any info, see if anyone got out, but… god I wanted to lie to him, just tell him something that didn't hurt him, but they were…
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(SCP-3017-1-13 covers her face with her hands.)
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Kiran: …Kathy, do you want to take a break for now? We can…
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SCP-3017-1-13: No! You're going to hear all of this right now!
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(SCP-3017-1-13 breathes heavily for several seconds.)
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SCP-3017-1-13: You didn't see him, you didn't get to see any of it, but I did. He… I went to sleep that night, and when I woke up the next morning he was gone. He was already dead.
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Kiran: Do you have any idea, any at all, as to why SCP-3017 decided to end its own life?
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SCP-3017-1-13: Gee, I don't know. He spent 5 days trying to get back home and see his family, only to watch them die in a fire. Maybe that was the reason? Or maybe it was because he finally thought for a second that they were going to be OK, that for once they'd all have their lives back. Is that reason enough? Is it?!
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(SCP-3017-1-13 takes a deep breath)
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SCP-3017-1-13: I'd told him… about all those things we lied to him about. I told him how long I'd been lying to him and he didn't care, he wasn't mad. He was so happy. He was so ready to see those people. He was just so happy, just wanted to live for them. He wanted to live so much. He didn't want to die.
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Kiran: I… I see.
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SCP-3017-1-13: He was so scared. He didn't want to die. I don't believe it for a second.
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<End Log>
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SCP-3017 has been redesignated as neutralized.
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Description (Updated): SCP-3017 was the designation for Frasier Melbrook, a male aged 27 years old at the time of his death. Subjects who made direct visual contact or engaged in conversation with Melbrook had a 1-5% chance per minute of developing SCP-3017-A.
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SCP-3017-A refers to a cognitohazardous effect which resulted in subjects developing a compulsion to have SCP-3017 in their custody. Subjects affected by SCP-3017-A perceived SCP-3017 as a dangerous criminal with an unusually effective ability to escape incarceration. SCP-3017-A often resulted in subjects developing an obsession with Melbrook and resisting any attempt to remove them from his vicinity. Treatment with Class-A amnestics was shown to alleviate SCP-3017-A; however, symptoms would return immediately upon subsequent exposure to SCP-3017.
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SCP-3017-1 was the collective designation for 12 close members of Melbrook's inner circle and 2 Foundation personnel who were immune to the effects of SCP-3017-A. As the effects of SCP-3017-A ceased upon Melbrook's death, the remaining living instances of SCP-3017-1 are no longer considered anomalous. SCP-3017-1-08 through -10 and -12 have been released back into the general population following amnestic treatment. Researcher Rylan and Security Officer Caridad (previously SCP-3017-1-13 and -14) have been reinstated into Foundation employment.
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Reports of Melbrook's criminal history, as well as his supposed ties to anomalous groups, are unsubstantiated. All investigations into criminal and anomalous ties have been closed.
Special Containment Procedures: The forested area in Massif Central, France that contains SCP-3018 is to be surrounded by a large fence and kept as a nature conservatory, barred to the public. Ultrasound emitters releasing frequencies between 38-44 kHz1 should be laid at regular intervals on the fence to keep SCP-3018 within the enclosure. Site-31 Maintenance Staff should check for broken emitters every four days, to ensure no gaps in containment. Site-31 employees may apply - via a form given to personnel of clearance 3/3018 or higher - to spend a night within the containment zone, as it is known to greatly improve morale.
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Description: SCP-3018 is the designation for an anomalous species of wood-boring beetles, indigenous to a small section of forest in Massif Central, France. SCP-3018 are members of the Hylotrupes genus. Instances of SCP-3018 appear to be social and travel in swarms, which focus on one tree at a time. Instead of boring through said trees, SCP-3018 will "carve" intricate patterns onto the side of the trunk without killing it (except during Alban-C events). Patterns are in the style of Celtic knots.
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SCP-3018 swarms may adorn their carvings with fresh flowers2 and leaves3, and will replace wilting flowers and dead leaves on the patterns with new ones. SCP-3018 enter torpor on these patterns at night (between 20:00 and 8:00), and will be hostile to beings that intend to harm any carved trees. However, SCP-3018 will adorn animals or people who lay next to these trees with flowers and leaves before entering torpor.
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SCP-3018 has multiple annual events, designated Alban Events. These are allowed to take place, because they are deemed harmless. The reason for these events is unknown.
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Alban Events
+Alban-A | December 21 / 22: All instances of SCP-3018 will meet at a seemingly random point within the forest. One swarm will bring a collection of between five and ten sticks. As soon as all instances are gathered, a small swarm will emerge from the crowd to "dance" (fly up and fall repeatedly) above the sticks. Other instances circle the sticks. The dancing swarm will switch with SCP-3018 instances in the crowd at irregular intervals, so that eventually all instances will have danced at least once. This event starts at sunset (about 17:00), and lasts until dawn (about 8:45).
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Alban-B | March 21: Instances of SCP-3018 will search for pine cones from Scots Pine trees. Swarms will accumulate around pine cones, and dig the ground out from under them. Once a pine cone is in a small hole (between 8 and 12 cm deep), the swarm will pile dirt on top of it. SCP-3018 instances will adorn these dirt piles with one to three flowers before trying to find another pine cone. This behavior begins at sunrise (about 7:00), and ends around noon (12:00).
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Alban-C | June 21: All swarms of SCP-3018 will gather around a single tree in the forest, and begin to devour it. At an indeterminate time in the process, all SCP-3018 instances will transition to picking all the leaves off of the tree and arranging them into an ornate Celtic knot surrounding the tree. Once this action is done, all SCP-3018 instances will stay on the pattern of leaves, while continuing to flap their wings. This creates a low hum. This event begins at noon (about 12:00) and lasts for three to five hours.
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Alban-D | September 20 / 21 / 22: All SCP-3018 instances remain in torpor. Approximately 25% of the SCP-3018 population die during this event. Cause of death is unknown. Afterwards, on the morning of the 22nd, swarms will gather dead SCP-3018 instances and place them within the tree from the previous Alban-C event. This event begins at torpor on the 20th (at about 20:00) and ends the morning of the 22nd (at about 10:00).
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Addendum | Discovery of Shrine
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GPR (Ground Penetrating Radar) revealed a cylindrical structure 4.5 meters long, 4.5 meters wide and 6 meters tall, along with five human skeletons. An excavation began January 2nd, 1999, which unearthed the full structure. It appeared to be a shrine, with a roof held up by four pillars, and a basin on a pedestal in the middle. The bottom of the basin was carved with a Celtic knot, and was heavily discolored from chitin and dried human blood. Each pillar had a sconce containing a candle, and smoke stains suggest that three of the four candles had been lit. The five human skeletons were found to be adult females with silver rings on their fingers. Four of the bodies were found with arrowheads near or inside their skeletons. Two of the skulls suffered heavy impact trauma. The fifth body was positioned by the shrine's basin, accompanied by a sacrificial dagger, dusted with a translucent green material. The skeleton showed five broken ribs, and damage done to the orbital bones, likely from a blade.
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SCP-3018 now hold Alban-A events exclusively on the basin within the shrine, and will enter torpor on it at night. SCP-3018 will regularly collect around the figure at the base of the shrine, and adorn it with flowers.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-321 is to be kept in a regulation containment chamber. SCP-321 has been outfitted with extensive braces, to make up for weaknesses in bone structure and muscle mass. Its artificial heart is to be examined once a month for any damage. SCP-321 is to be fed three times daily. Solid foods are excluded from its prescribed diet. Three staff members are on temporary SCP-321 assignment at this time. SCP-321 is to be given three hours a day of exercise and physical therapy, with the rest of its time not involved in experiments to be confined to its cell. While SCP-321 is incapable of asking for anything, it has been allowed several stuffed toys.
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Description: SCP-321 is a human female, born on July 4, 18██. SCP-321 is currently 3.1 meters tall, and weighs approximately 110 kilograms. Subject is devoid of melanins in hair, eyes, and skin. It is incapable of speech, but can still vocalise, and has proven to have problems with spacial recognition and awareness. SCP-321 has displayed a low degree of intellect, and has problems adjusting to new situations.
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SCP-321 was the stillborn child of Junior Researcher Adam █████ and his wife, Medical Assistant Evelyn █████. Junior Researcher █████ took it upon himself to make use of several SCPs, including SCP-590 in an effort to bring his daughter back to life. The procedure worked, but the result was taken into Foundation custody for examination. The subject was later given an SCP designation.
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SCP-321 was quickly found to have recuperative abilities, capable of healing injuries inflicted upon it at approximately five times the normal rate. Subject was at this time entered into Foundation records as SCP-321. In the time since, SCP-321's body has continued to age at a decelerated rate, approximately half that of a normal human. Although its aging has been slowed, SCP-321 has continued to grow, showing no signs of stopping despite now being taller than any recorded human. At this point in time, it is believed SCP-321's recuperative abilities stem from over abundant production of stem cells, a result of its interaction upon death with [REDACTED].
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For a period of time beginning in early 19██, the limits of SCP-321's natural heart were reached, and SCP-321 was too tall for blood to be circulated properly. During this period, SCP-321 was restrained physically in order to keep its heart capable of pumping blood to the brain. Despite this, slow decay was evident and the limits of SCP-321's recuperative abilities were found, as it was not capable of healing damage that was being dealt constantly. Work began in 1948 to create an artificial heart to prolong SCP-321's existence; the heart was completed in 19██. Since then, all damage to SCP-321 has been healed.
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SCP-321 has a very low intelligence. Everyday activities are a chore for it, and it can take several months, to years, to teach it to do such things as use utensils for eating. While SCP-321 has fully developed vocal cords, it seems incapable of learning speech, instead crying and making nonsense noises as of those typically heard from infants under the age of six months.
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July 31, 18██:Requesting SCP-321 be removed from SCP status. -Junior Researcher Adam █████
+Request Denied. -O5-█
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January 10, 18██:Requesting SCP-321 be removed from SCP Status. -Personnel Director Adam █████
+Request Denied. -O5-█
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May 3, 19██:We can learn nothing more from SCP-321, suggesting we remove its SCP designation. -Site Director Adam █████, Site-04
+Request Denied. -O5-█
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June 31, 19██:SCP-321 is to be decommissioned and returned to her family, effective immediately. -O5-12
+Request Denied. This is the final time, Adam. She is not now, nor ever has been, your daughter. If you attempt this again, I will gather the council, and you will be removed. -O5-1
Mushroom ring produced at the conclusion of an SCP-3353 event.
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Manchester tart produced by SCP-3353.
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Item #: SCP-3353
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation historians specializing in European folklore are to maintain a list of numerically-significant dates to predict future SCP-3353 manifestations. Locations that have been confirmed affected by SCP-3353 manifestations are to be investigated at least twice monthly, as per dates noted on the predictive list.
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Should SCP-3353 manifest during a monitoring session, Foundation agents are to patrol the area and intercept any passersby who approach the location of manifestation too closely. Amnestics may be administered as necessary.
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A disinformation team of at least ten researchers is to monitor social media outlets for reports of SCP-3353 sightings. SCP-3353 is to be explained as a low-attention public artistic project involving fairy tale enthusiasts attempting to “make people’s lives a little more magical!” To aid with this cover story, five SCP-3353 disinformation team members are to maintain several active artistic blog accounts, which regularly post a variety of mundane art content in addition to recipes and crafts instructions for making non-anomalous versions of the apples and desserts produced by SCP-3353.
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Apples recovered from SCP-3353 events are to be kept for analysis in low-priority storage. Should the apples spoil, they can be disposed of in non-anomalous waste containers.
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Description: SCP-3353 refers to a recurring anomalous phenomenon, which initially manifests with the spontaneous appearance of an intangible apple tree1 within a public garden or park area. SCP-3353 events occur most commonly in the United Kingdom and Ireland, typically beginning at midnight and concluding after three hours. (Additional SCP-3353 sightings have been reported by social media accounts originating in Australia and Japan, but these cases are currently unconfirmed.)
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Following the appearance of the apple tree, several apples will manifest beneath it. These apples appear non-anomalous, with the exception of not displaying on digital device screens when photographed or videotaped. Closer inspection will reveal the words “Tell me a secret” etched in neat handwriting into the skin of the apples, as if carved with a small knife.
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Should a human individual voice a personal statement while holding an apple produced by SCP-3353, there is a chance that the apple will vanish and be replaced by a small dessert (biscuits, tarts, or small cakes). Desserts produced through this effect are universally enjoyed by any individuals who consume them, regardless of existing taste preferences, and appear otherwise non-anomalous. It is further noted that SCP-3353 desserts tend to spoil at a quicker rate than non-anomalous counterparts.
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In rare cases, individuals who handle an apple produced by SCP-3353 but attempt to hide it on their person or otherwise refuse to speak to it will grow drowsy, eventually falling into a deep sleep for several hours. This effect seems to result in extreme disorientation upon awakening, but no lasting harm. Apples that were not handled during the SCP-3353 manifestation will revert to non-anomalous variants (with no etching) at the conclusion of the event.
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At the conclusion of the SCP-3353 manifestation, the apple tree will be replaced with a ring of mushrooms2. The mushrooms produced are consistently local species and possess no anomalous qualities.
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Addendum SCP-3353-1: The first recorded case of SCP-3353 manifestation occurred on 03/23/2013, when two Foundation personnel patrolling a privately-owned park during their routine duties noticed the unusual apple tree associated with the presence of SCP-3353. The personnel approached the tree, noting that both it and the surrounding apples on the ground did not display on the surveillance cameras.
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After contacting the nearest Foundation Site, Researcher Dominic Harris (Doctor of Humanities, University of Cambridge) was authorized to further investigate the anomaly. He proceeded to interact with three apples3 until the following results were produced (spoken words present in italics):
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“I tell my mother that I like her cooking, but I really don’t.”
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“I’m embarrassed by not knowing the difference between vegan and vegetarian, even though my girlfriend is vegetarian.”
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Apple cracked in half, and transformed into a small cupcake.
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“When I was younger I smashed my friend’s toy car, because I secretly wanted them to pay more attention to me.”
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“If I can get away with it, I won’t bathe for a few days in a row or I’ll only wash my body and not my hair because it feels like a chore and unnecessary too.”
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“One time I mispronounced a word and people laughed at me, so I went home and looked up lists of mispronounced words and practiced them.”
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Apple transformed into a Manchester tart.
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“I shave the hair on my knuckles every month.”
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No change noted.
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“I feel really awkward when I eat too slow or can't finish a meal in public, so I pretend that I like home cooking to eat alone as often as possible.”
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Apple transformed into a Manchester tart.
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Researcher Harris later reported that he felt that the exchange was "not a fair trade, all things considered" and that the anomaly itself seemed to be "more of a prank than anything else".
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The SCP-3353 research team is currently discussing how to assign personnel stationed in the United Kingdom for further investigation.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3412 is contained in a secure item storage locker in Site-19. Further requests for testing are to be submitted to a Level Three researcher, and are considered low-priority.
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Description: SCP-3412 is a CD labeled "Life in a Peaceful New World". Three songs are contained on the disc, the first two being the entirety of the album Life in a Peaceful New World1 by noise musician Mo*Te. The untitled third song is not present on the original album, and contains several heavily modified excerpts of the first two songs placed throughout the track, layered over two distinct droning trumpets and guitar feedback. Attempts to transfer the song to digital storage for further analysis universally fail.
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Subjects listening to SCP-3412 become unable to perceive other sounds until they listen to completion. During playback, various types of non-anomalous centipedes will manifest in a variable but consistently small area where SCP-3412 is being played as dirt gradually covers any surface not already covered in dirt. Following completion of the album, all dirt manifested by SCP-3412 will disappear.
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Twenty minutes into the third song, a spoken word section will play over the instrumentation. The identity of the speaker is unknown, and all attempts at discerning the identity have been unsuccessful.
I've cut out bits of my heart for invasive fish to eat. They flock to me as I sit by the lake, expecting more every dusk I return. How do I stop now? It would be nice if I could devour them instead.
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[Forty-four seconds of silence from the speaker.]
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Every bit of this shell is brittle. There's no sense in maintenance. Youth breaks it down as well as experience hastily puts it in place. When I finish boring the hole in my bed's wall, where will I go from there? There will be no one to bear witness as my cords deafen, and my head fills with helium. Proselytizing is all that is left. A faith of nothing but nothing, and hoping it will reward dutifully.
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[Fifteen seconds of silence from the speaker, after which trumpets switch to performing dissonant swing music.]
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I wish I could still say I was scared. Were I to say I had fear for my actions, would there be sympathy remaining? No… no, I know. What does it matter for my house to rot and its structure to collapse if a hole is left to watch over the remains? For those who knew me to attest to my character? For my legacy as one who only gave, and did nothing but politely smile, until my teeth gave out? Who would continue to feast on my ligaments? A stronger man than I would continue to smile and be remembered as forgettable but dutiful. I can never be that man. If there is anything the world will remember me by, it's for what I never accomplished.
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[Violent coughing is heard for twelve seconds.]
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Would assertion have solved any particular issue? Maybe not. Even so, I wouldn't have left without guilt weighing on my senses. My next form would have been more elegant, perhaps. Tendons will be all the net worth I share with the trees outside. Bones and matter will be my moth's nutrients. Everything said is logical. I know because I've born witness to it before. So perhaps I —
+
[Violent coughing sporadically is heard over the next twenty-three minutes and twelve seconds, followed by four minutes of silence from the speaker.]
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Soon, I'll either climb up towards Hell or tunnel into stillbirth again.
Incident 3412-B: On 06/11/17, during final rounds of testing to ascertain SCP-3412's range of effect, the portable CD player SCP-3412 was tested on ran out of power partway through the final song's spoken word section. The player's batteries were subsequently replaced and the test resumed; personnel affected by SCP-3412's auditory anomaly then reported hearing muffled sounds approximating fanfare music in addition to SCP-3412.
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Almost all affected personnel continued to hear these sounds until nine minutes after the album had concluded. The sole exception was Doctor Hyden Lear, who reported tinnitus and hearing the sounds of pencil scribbling for approximately 70 hours after the fact. Dr. Lear requested a site transfer and accompanying Class-C amnestics the next day, citing stress over SCP-3412. Transfer request was granted.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-3671 is to be stored on a labelled shelf in the Site-19 break room. Personnel are free to eat from its contents. SCP-3671's appearance and contents are to be photographed and documented daily.
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Update: Following Incident 2018-03-13, SCP-3671 is to be stored in a medium-security storage locker in Site 19, storage wing K-14. Its appearance and contents are to be photographed and documented daily, and any harmful substances within disposed of appropriately.
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Description: SCP-3671 is a standard-size, generic brand cereal box. Each day, at 6:30 AM local time, a new plastic bag of cereal objects will manifest inside it, replacing the previous bag and its contents if they have not been removed. Its packaging will also change to match the new contents.
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As of Incident 2018-03-13, SCP-3671 is believed to be sapient, and aware to an extent of its surroundings.
Date: 2018-02-22
+Label: Strawberry Squares
+Contents: Square wheat pieces, pink in colour and strawberry flavoured.
+Notes: N/A
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Date: 2018-03-05
+Label: Bacon Blast
+Contents: Bacon-flavoured corn puffs. Taste was described as "unusual, but not unpleasant."
+Notes: N/A
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Date: 2018-03-12
+Label: Choco Chunks
+Contents: Granola pieces covered in milk chocolate.
+Notes: Dr. Frank Wright accidentally tore the box while removing the plastic bag inside.
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Date: 2018-03-13
+Label: Fuck you. I give you cereal every single day and this is how you repay me?
+Contents: Razor blades.
+Notes: First recorded instance of SCP-3671 manifesting non-food objects.
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Date: 2018-03-15
+Label: Seriously man, you're an ass. The least you could do is apologize.
+Contents: Assorted push pins and tacks.
+Notes: N/A
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Date: 2018-03-20
+Label: What do you call a box of grains that goes on a killing spree because somebody couldn't be bothered to open it carefully?
+A cereal killer!
+Seriously though, I hate you.
+Contents: Bullets of various calibers.
+Notes: N/A
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Date: 2018-03-25
+Label: Alright, I'm tired of ranting at you guys. Accidents happen, even if you could have dealt with this one better. What do you say we go back to being friends?
+Contents: Corn flakes. Testing revealed them to contain lethal amounts of cyanide.
+Notes: N/A
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Date: 2018-03-26
+Label: Shit, I was sure you'd fall for that one.
+I still hate you, by the way.
+Contents: Pieces of military-grade plastic explosive.
+Notes: N/A
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+
Date: 2018-04-02
+Label: I will murder you, Frank. I will find out where you live and I will slit your goddamn throat while you sleep. You will pay for what you did to me, just you wait.
+Contents: Various human teeth. Found to match those of Dr. Wright in both shape and genetic material.
+Notes: Dr. Wright requested, and was granted, a security detail. However, SCP-3671 is currently not believed to be capable of acting upon the threats given.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-369 is to be monitored by time-lapse camera feed, to be reviewed for anomalous behavior every twenty four hours. Motion sensitive perimeter alert devices should be placed at the borders of SCP-369 each time it relocates, with at least three Level 1 personnel nearby to behave as a semi-active construction crew when under observation. Personnel are to avoid directly observing SCP-369 when no other potential observers are present, though indirect viewing through video or even mirrors has no effect, allowing SCP-369 to continue as normal.
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Under no circumstances should actual construction work be attempted on SCP-369, nor should the equipment around it be used. Upon loss of contact with SCP-369 when its task is finished, site monitoring should be repackaged and ready for transit to a new location. Once 24 hours have passed, all roads within 75 km (46.6 miles) should be examined for construction work not matching work schedules of the regional government. Only paved roads are to be examined, beginning with sections of road with comparatively lower usage.
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Description: SCP-369 is a migratory road construction zone which repairs stretches of road left untended by repair crews. It generates nonfunctional look-alikes of several essential road construction vehicles, of note being a small steam-roller and an earth mover, the latter being anything from a bobcat to a backhoe. The traffic cones present at the border of the effect are actual traffic cones, lacking any serial number or manufacturer’s mark, and always appear to have been in use for at least a few years. If removed from the site, the cones vanish when unobserved. The machines cannot be used or maintained, and testing has shown it unwise to try.
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The repair process takes up to four days, as the road undergoes a semi-organic healing process when not directly observed, resulting in mundane yet professional quality patches made to the pavement. No special properties have been observed in the stretches of road already visited by SCP-369: they resume weathering and wearing down like any normal road as soon as SCP-369 is not present.
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Tests with construction on and attempted disruption of SCP-369 have resulted every time with the subject being covered in liquid tar and [DATA EXPUNGED] until the bones and inorganic hard materials were ejected onto the roadside. Effect seems limited to paved United States roadways, and no line-repainting is done.
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Addendum: Attempts by Level 2 research staff to redirect SCP-369 to specific roadwork locations has been so far unsuccessful, though some progress has been made in trying to identify potential targets in advance.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3819 and a single copy of SCP-3819-1 are to be stored within a secure storage locker at Site-73 and removed only for testing.
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Testing of any of the 'trials' stipulated in SCP-3819-1 beyond the 'Seventh Trial' is expressly forbidden. Any instances of SCP-3819-1 created during testing of SCP-3819 are to be incinerated once testing concludes.
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Personnel working with SCP-3819 are subject to surveillance and will be met with disciplinary action if found personally attempting any 'trials' beyond the 'First Trial'.
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Description: SCP-3819 is a golden box that outwardly resembles a larnax, a type of container used by ancient Aegean civilizations to store human remains. Forensic analysis has concluded SCP-3819 was created in the 20th century using contemporary means. SCP-3819 possesses no anomalous physical properties.
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When SCP-3819 is opened, a copy of SCP-3819-1 will appear within it. Extensive testing has demonstrated this effect occurs instantaneously, with SCP-3819-1 not existing within the box until it is opened. A copy of SCP-3891 will always appear so long as the box is empty when opened, allowing for the production of theoretically infinite copies.
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SCP-3819-1 is a standard sheet of modern printer paper with a message typed in Times New Roman font. Every copy of SCP-3819-1 is wholly identical in all properties. SCP-3819-1's text exhibits a minor anomalous effect upon being read or viewed, causing subjects to perceive its text as written in the language they are most fluent in.
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SCP-3819-1's text details thirteen 'trials' to be completed by the subject in order to have the 'object of their greatest desire' appear within SCP-3819. Only the 'First Trial' is visible on a newly created copy of SCP-3819-1. Upon completion of the 'First Trial' by a subject, text describing the 'Second Trial' will appear below it. This effect will continue with all subsequent 'trials'; once a 'trial' is completed, the text describing the next 'trial' will appear beneath it. SCP-3819-1 has been shown to visibly lengthen as necessary to accommodate the additional text.
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A copy of SCP-3819-1 will perceive any subject who reads it as a participant in its 'trials', appearing unable to recognize any distinctions between subjects. It will recognize any subject's completion of the latest 'trial' available regardless of individual progress. It has proven able to detect when a subject has completed one of its 'trials' regardless of distance.
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Testing has confirmed that SCP-3819-1 possesses no cognitohazardous, compulsive, or memetic properties.
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A transcript of the initial copy of SCP-3819-1 recovered is available below.
+
+
Hello!
+
+If you're reading this, you've been given a rare opportunity, a most rare opportunity indeed! After all, it's not just every day that one is given the means to make their deepest desires come true! Desire, more intoxicating than the finest wine… don't pretend you do not possess it. Everyone wants something, and there is always something that everyone wants more than anything else. Without desire, humanity would not be humanity. Throughout the history of that very same humanity, so very many have sought to fulfill their desires, no matter the sacrifice. Alas, this world is far too cruel, and so very many fall short or are never given the opportunity to begin with. An unfulfilled desire is like a child killed before it can even begin to reach its potential… there is no greater tragedy.
+
This little box will change that.
+
I tell no lies, and make nothing but guarantees. Below my little message here are descriptions of thirteen trials you must take, thirteen trials that will push you to your very limits… but certainly not beyond them. Each and every one of them is more than doable, no matter the world's unfairness. You may see only one now, but once you complete the first, you will understand… and you will understand that I am telling you the truth about what this box offers.
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If you fulfill the thirteen trials of this box, the object of your deepest desire will appear within it, no matter what it might be. Infinite riches? Infinite happiness? Infinite life? The object of one's desire can be anything and everything, and it can fit within even an box. No matter the depths of your desire, no matter how dark or deep or primal it may be, this box is guaranteed to fulfill it.
+
I swear to you that if you complete these challenges, that which you most desire will be in your grasp, and you will know the height of satisfaction.
Your first trial really is a simple one… you need only walk a thousand miles. It doesn't matter how long it takes. It doesn't matter where you go. Everything is and always will be up to you. If you are forced to fulfill your desire, it's not fulfilling your desire at all. To pursue one's own desires is the essence of freedom. You can even forget all about this little box as you go on your merry way. You won't forget what happens once you finish. The journey of a thousand miles shall begin with a thousand miles.
Well done, so very well done! You have taken the first step on your journey… well, quite a lot more than just a single step. You have proven that you are unwilling to give up on your dreams, that you will at least make an attempt, and that's more meaningful than anything. Now that you've started, now that you've proven something so little yet so big to yourself, you must keep going.
+
The second trial too is quite simple. You need merely climb a mountain. Once again, the choice is yours, and it always will be. Any mountain will do, no matter how small. Small beginnings can lead to greatness, you know. The mountain will be the first of many obstacles, and I know you can conquer it. I absolutely believe in you. Shout out to the world that the height of your desire is greater than any mere mountain!
Would you look at that! You have proven yourself more persistent and resilient than those around you! Not just anyone can walk a thousand miles! Not just anyone can climb a mountain! You have conquered the summit; you have conquered the first thing standing in the way of your desire! You can keep going, I know you can! With two trials down already, you must keep going!
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This third trial will test you in ways you've never been tested before… but I know you can do it. Look at what you've already accomplished. You can do this. For your third trial, you must punch a shark.
+
Brave and clever though you are, I wouldn't be surprised if reading that made you do a double take. I assure you, it's far easier than it sounds, and as always is your choice. Even the smallest of sharks will do. Fish one up or go find a beached one or even boop one on the snout at an aquarium touch pool… it really is quite simple. To punch the selachian menace is show your willingness to fight for your desire, to say "I will punch even a shark to make my dreams come true!" to the world! You can do it! You can do anything it takes, I know it!
You have accomplished it my good friend, you have punched one of the world's most frightening creatures! Very very few can boast of having punched a shark! You have shown the strength of your desire! You have shown what you are willing to do for your desire! We're almost a third of the way to the finish line… I know you can do it. You have the ability to make your desire come true.
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The fourth trial is another simple one, because you deserve a break after your shark punching. For the fourth trial, you need merely kill an animal. It can be any animal. It can be something as simple as an ant, or you could even go so far as to kill a cute little cat or dog. All you need to do is kill it. It can be painless, of course. You need to be willing to show that you can and will sacrifice for your desire. Besides, it is just an animal after all. Every day you eat the results of slaughtered animals… this one will die for something truly meaningful.
I knew you could do it! I always have had and always will have absolute faith in you! You've come so very far! We're nearly halfway there! It'd really be a shame to stop now, wouldn't it? We mustn't let that animal's sacrifice become meaningless. We shall make sure that it in death it accomplishes so much more than in life… and makes your desire come true.
+
Your fifth trial is quite simple, and surely no challenge at all after what you've faced. You need merely rid yourself of your most prized possession. The choice, as ever, is yours. You can sell it. I know that you even have the resolve to destroy it, if that's what you choose to do. You must be willing to discard what you have now to seize what you might have in the future. You must be willing to proclaim that what you currently treasure is nothing at all compared to the object of your desire!
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You must get rid of the past and seize a future with your desire with your own two hands!
I knew you would come this far, I knew that someone as strong and as passionate as you would not falter or give up, but even so I am delighted! My expectations were sky high, and you're still performing beyond them! What you've rid yourself of must seem so small now, now that the object of your desire is so very close! It will pave the way for something far far more valuable!
+
Your sixth trial is another easy one, honestly. It's not that I don't believe in you, I promise! I just don't want to make things too hard for you… I don't want to make things unfair for you. You deserve your desire, I know it! For your sixth trial, all you need do is commit a crime. It can be as simple as a misdemeanor or as dramatic and awesome as a felony. You can even do a little jaywalk if you need a break! You must understand that the law serves only to constrain you and confine you, to keep you from your desire. You must learn to break away from its cycle.
+
If the law stands between you and your desire, it is the law that is in the wrong.
I knew you could do it, and I knew you could get away with it! You are not a criminal now, oh no. You are beyond something like evil, for desire is something more pure than it could ever be, and will always be right. Look what you've managed to accomplish, look what you've managed to do! You're more than halfway done! Your desire is nearly within your grasp! You can get it! You will get it! I know that you won't give up now!
+
Your seventh trial is where things start to get hard, but I know that you will manage to do it! No matter the challenge, you have proven that you will rise up to it! You have, can, and will prove your desire will conquer all! For your seventh trial, you will break your own hand. I assure you, it doesn't have to be painful. You may be on all the painkillers you wish. You must be willing to show your resolve. If you can do such a thing to yourself, you can do such a thing to anyone.
+
You can break every obstacle between you and your desire.
Look at this! Look at your resolve! Look at your courage and strength! There is no one else, not a single person in this world, that has come so far for their desire! You are greater than any hero or god! You are so close, I know you can feel it! You musn't stop now! You can't stop now! You have discarded that which you don't need, you have broken yourself for your desire! Your desire cannot be stopped, I am sure of it! It will not be stopped!
+
Your eighth trial is simple, honestly. It is something that one as strong as you can do easily. For your eighth trial, you need merely take the life of another human being. The choice is yours; you are in control. It needn't be someone you know. It needn't be painful. You can pick a criminal, or someone you know who is wasting their life and potential. A life is nothing before your desire. So many lives end in this cruel and unfair world meaninglessly every day.
+
This one shall end for your desire, and finally fulfill its true potential in doing so.
You have proven so much. You are, without a doubt, the single strongest person in this world. Others kill for hatred or money. You kill for the purest of feelings. You kill to make a dream come true that couldn't happen any other way. The person you've used to help you reach your desire will surely rest easy. Their life won't be a waste any longer. They are now part of the path to your desire.
+
The ninth trial is easy. After all, I'm sure killing that person was quite easy. You may have felt bad at the time, misplaced feelings of regret, but you feel better now, don't you? You're so close to your desire after all. For your ninth trial, all you need to do is cut off your broken hand and place it within the box. Easy and even painless, right? It's already useless to you after all. It won't help you attain your desire. Even though it's so easy, there's no one else that would sacrifice their flesh for their desire. Prove what fools they are.
+
If it won't help you attain your desire, it must be discarded.
Look at you! Look at how far you've come! You have shown courage no one else would! You have sacrificed that which cannot be taken back! You can't stop now! You mustn't stop now! Only a mere four trials left, and you've completed nine! Even with but one hand, I know you can achieve it! Your desire is so close to coming to fruition! So very very close!
+
I know I keep repeating myself, but this tenth trial is easy too. After all, you've already rewarded someone by using their life to attain your desire. If you've already sliced off your own flesh, it's child's play to slice off another person's, isn't it? For the tenth trial, you need merely bleed out an acquaintance into the box. Someone that you know the name of. Not even a friend. Not even family. Just someone who's had the good fortune to know who you are and be able to help you attain your desire. Fill the box with their blood until it overflows.
+
It will fuel your desire, and know greater purpose than ever before.
We are so close it's unbelievable, but I knew this day would come. I never once lost faith in you. I never once stopped believing in you. You've come farther than anyone else has. The lives you have taken will find greater purpose and meaning than ever before. If they didn't understand as they passed on to a better place, I'm sure they do now. They have aided the greatest and purest thing of all. They have become part of your desire. You mustn't let their sacrifices be in vain. You must keep going. It is your responsibility. It is your destiny.
+
I'm sure you must be annoyed at how often I say it, but the eleventh trial should be easy for you too. After all, what isn't easy before your desire, with what you've accomplished so far? For your eleventh trial, all you have to do is slice open a dear friend. I'm sure it will be easier than cutting off your hand. Slice them open before the box that will give you your desire, and decorate it with the insides of your friend. Their intestines and stomach and lungs and heart will fill the box, and fill your heart, and fulfill your desire.
+
+After all, if they are your dear friend, they would want to help you fulfill your desire.
We're here. We're on the very cusp, the very precipice. You have done so very well. You have done so very much. You have come so very far. We're nearly at the end now. Envision it in your mind's eye. Envision your desire. It is closer than you can even imagine. You have given so many now greater purpose. You have proven that your desire is stronger than anything else. Your desire will conquer every obstacle. Your desire cannot and will not be stopped.
+
This second to last trial will pave the way for the final trial, and then your longest held desire will come true. For this twelfth trial, all you have to do is offer your family to the box, as many as you can. What do parents exist for if not to grant the wishes of their children? What does a partner exist for if they're not willing to support you? What does a child exist for if not to give their parents meaning? You've sacrificed so much and come so far, you can't stop now. This is your destiny, and your family will help answer it.
+
Offer them to the box, and cut them. Cut them starting at the tips of their toes, and the tips of their fingers, and keep on cutting them. Cut them and cut them and cut them and cut them and cut them and cut them and cut them and cut them and cut them until they're in enough pieces to fit in the box. And as you cut them, smile. You have to reassure them that it's alright, that they are helping to fulfill the most important thing of all, your desire.
+
Smile, because your desire is about to be fulfilled.
History:
+SCP-3819 was recovered from the Texas estate of Jameson Marshall, CEO of the ███████ Corporation. Mr. Marshall held notable public reputation as a philanthropist and historical enthusiast, contributing significant funding to law enforcement and archeological expeditions to Viking and Roman sites. Recovered financial records indicate SCP-3819 was purchased by at private auction, presented to bidders as an authentic larnax.
+
Though no known anomalous activity had been associated with Mr. Marshall prior to the auction, from 4/5/20██ onward, reports of potential domestic altercation, unusual behavior, and missing persons in proximity to the Marshall estate began to be made to local police. Police records indicate these reports were not followed up on for several months, citing that officers were fully occupied with unspecified other investigations. However, on 7/19/20██, officers were dispatched to the Marshall estate in response to a home security alarm being tripped.
+
Upon entering the estate, the officers found ██ corpses arranged in a circle around SCP-3819. All of the corpses had been forcibly contorted into positions unnatural for the human body, and a plurality of the corpses were found to be missing some combination of external or internal anatomy. The deceased were principally found to be from a lower income bracket, many later identified as household employees. The body of Jameson Marshall was found off to the side of the circle, missing a left hand and both feet. While unable to determine the methodology via which his feet had been removed, forensics were able to determine that he had dragged himself away from SCP-3819 afterwards, prior to killing himself with a self inflicted gunshot.
+
The situation was deferred to the Foundation, with agents quickly dispatched to recover SCP-3819, administer amnestics, and develop a suitable cover story. It was discovered shortly after SCP-3819's retrieval that there was a single object within it, with preliminary analysis indicating that the object had spontaneously appeared internally.
+
Though testing negative for any anomalous properties, upon being fed to former food critic D-1780, the object was promptly declared "absolutely the best damn cheeseburger I've ever fucking had holy shit".
+
An autopsy conducted afterwards additionally found that Jameson Marshall had not eaten for several days prior to his death.
Office of The Administrator
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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SCP-3969 upon capture
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Item #: SCP-3969
+
Object Class: Safe
+
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3969 is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time.
+
Description: SCP-3969 is a middle-aged human male of Irish-American descent. SCP-3969's primary anomalous property appears to render it invulnerable to numerous forms of injury, disease, and aging — although whether SCP-3969 is entirely impervious to these ailments or merely resistant to them remains unclear.
+
SCP-3969 claims to have acquired its anomalous properties through an extensive thaumaturgic ritual involving "consuming 138 fermented lima beans a day", "bathing in the blood of a blind coyote", and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Investigation of these claims is ongoing.
+
SCP-3969 first came to the attention of Foundation personnel in Seattle, Washington, following reports of a local derelict falling from the roof of a seven-story apartment building and emerging unscathed. Upon confirmation of its anomalous abilities, SCP-3969 was detained and transported to Site-17 for questioning.
+
A transcript of this interview, conducted by Dr. Phillip Grant, has been attached to this file below.
+
Addendum 1: First interview
+
+
Date: 9/16/2008
+
+Objective: Ascertain the source of SCP-3969's anomalous properties.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
+SCP-3969: I always knew this would happen.
+
+Dr. Grant: What do you mean?
+
+SCP-3969: Nothing. Just some black-suited government bastards swooping in and putting me in a place like this. So what next, Doc? You wanna probe my esophagus?
+
+Dr. Grant laughs.
+
+Dr. Grant: Well, I can't speak to what they'll do to you—
+
+Dr. Grant gestures to the other research staff outside the room.
+
+Dr. Grant: —but I'm just here to ask you some questions. Mainly, how you ended up in your current… ah, predicament?
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+SCP-3969: You know, I can't say I'm too sure, considering your friend over there gave me enough downers to sedate an elephant for a month.
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+Dr. Grant: I was referring to your invulnerability.
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+Silence.
+
+SCP-3969: I sold my soul to Satan.
+
+Dr. Grant: Sarcasm doesn't help either of us.
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+SCP-3969: Sarcasm? Sarcasm? I'll show you sarcasm, you condescending sack of shit—
+
+SCP-3969 violently gestures to Dr. Grant, before appearing to notice the presence of two security guards outside of the conference room.
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+SCP-3969:Tch. Like I'd show some disgruntled laymen my legumes.
+
+Dr. Grant: Your… what?
+
+[END LOG]
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Addendum 2: Second interview
+
Three days after its first interview, after previously remaining uncooperative, SCP-3969 requested to speak with Dr. Grant in an apparent desire to "negotiate". The following meeting was arranged shortly thereafter, and is transcribed verbatim.
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Date: 9/21/2008
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
+Dr. Grant: I understand you wish to cooperate.
+
+SCP-3969: You really wanna know my secret?
+
+Dr. Grant chuckles.
+
+Dr. Grant: If that's how you'd like to put it.
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+SCP-3969: Then fine. But I have some conditions.
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+Dr. Grant: Which would be?
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+SCP-3969: Getting to see the sun for more than five minutes a day would be nice.
+
+Dr. Grant sighs.
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+Dr. Grant: If you are unsatisfied with the accommodations you've been provided, I will put in a request with—
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+SCP-3969: You call a lightless metal cell "accommodations"?
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+Silence.
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+Dr. Grant: I'll see what I can do.
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+SCP-3969: Good. Now for my end. Got a pen?
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+[FOUR HOURS OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED]
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+SCP-3969: Three hundred and twenty-seven of them, to be exact. And it has to be in one sitting.
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+Dr. Grant: Is that before or after the radish stems?
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+SCP-3969: It doesn't matter, as long as you soaked it in lamb's blood for exactly 6 hours. But make sure not to boil them for too long, or you'll have to start from scratch.
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+Dr. Grant appears to write something down.
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+Dr. Grant: Is that everything?
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+SCP-3969: Yup.
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+Dr. Grant: And this won't carry any… unanticipated side affects?
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+SCP-3969: Besides getting beaten up and abducted? No. Not that I know of.
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+Dr. Grant stands up, and folds the papers in front of him.
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+Dr. Grant: Thank you, SCP-3969. Your cooperation has been duly noted. Expect changes in the weeks to come.
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+[END LOG]
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Excellent work, Dr. Grant. Please submit yourself to your nearest human resources office for voluntary amnesticization. We'll take it from here. —[DATA EXPUNGED]
[BEGIN LOG]
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+O5-12: Glad to be done with this mess.
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+O5-7: Yeah, seven barrels of carp? Ridiculous.
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+O5-9: The supplements should stop the worst of it — cyanide poisoning and such. Now we just have to wait.
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+O5-4:YOU'RE ALL ANIMALS.
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+O5-2: Oh, please. You would've done the same if it weren't for that damn android body.
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+O5-4:WAS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO GOUGE THE EYES OUT BEFORE YOU CURDLED ITS LIVER?
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+O5-2: We can't afford to cut any corners here. I don't want to muck this up and turn my bones to copper.
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+O5-4:WHATEVER.
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+O5-13: How long will this take, anyway?
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+O5-1: I think it was… let me see.
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+The sound of shuffling papers can be heard.
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+O5-1: Around three hours? Thaumaturgy has never been a very exact science. Or, well — a science.
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+O5-9: Actually, I think I can feel it kicking in right now.
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+A loud groaning noise can be heard.
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+O5-12: What was that?
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+O5-6 enters the room, appearing noticeably older than moments earlier.
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+O5-12: Christ! What the hell happened to you, Jason?
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+O5-6:(Hoarse) I… I… I—
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+O5-6 bursts into dust.
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+O5-9: Oh no.
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+Sounds of falling debris, wounds fissuring, and screams can be heard for the next fifteen minutes, followed by silence.
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+O5-4:GUYS?
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+Silence. A phone is dialing.
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+O5-4:BERTRAND?
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+Unknown Voice: Yes?
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+O5-4:I THINK WE MAY HAVE A PROBLEM.
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+[END LOG]
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Following this incident, Site-17 staff attempted to consult SCP-3969 — but upon entering its containment chamber, were greeted only with a single word crudely etched into a nearby wall:
The area known to the public as the state of Massachusetts.
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Item #: SCP-4006
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: No concrete containment procedures are necessary. Actions taken in regards to SCP-4006 should follow standard protocol of maintaining the veil (Protocol MtV-4006).
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Description: SCP-4006 is a probabilistic anomaly affecting the state of Massachusetts, USA. SCP-4006 works to perpetuate the idea that Massachusetts is a populated state with a government, infrastructure, economy, various population centers, et cetera. Due to this, the true nature of Massachusetts is entirely unknown to the public;
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Massachusetts has no history of human occupation.
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All effects of SCP-4006 are in and of themselves mundane events, though highly improbable. It is the pervasiveness and frequency of these nigh incalculably low probability events, and their collaboration to effectively spread misinformation about Massachusetts, that earns SCP-4006 anomalous recognition. Why several SCP Foundation researchers were immune to the effects of SCP-4006 and were able to discover it (and subsequently spread the information to others) is unclear. To better understand SCP-4006's effects, the following is a heavily abridged early history of Massachusetts:
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Massachusetts lacks any tribal presence. The Massachusett people, after which the state is later named, reside in nearby territories.
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Several nations, including Britain, Portugal, Spain, and France, begin to colonize the New World / the Americas.
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Britain, knowing of France's plans to claim the northernmost parts of North America, claims to have a colony further north than Jamestown, and names the faux colony Plymouth.
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Due to poor communication, further colonists are led to believe that the land of Massachusetts has already been colonized. Colonists that do wish to go to Plymouth inexplicably find themselves landing further south, after terrible ocean storms. Such colonists are met with other colonists who believe themselves to be further north, and call the area Massachusetts.
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The fishing industry operates out of Rhode Island. Though fishing boats are pushed north by southern winds to the coast of Massachusetts, no boats ever land on the beaches, and no human steps foot onto any land in Massachusetts.
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Rhode Island and Connecticut develop, unknowing of the presence of people believing to be within Massachusetts. Colonies use the same land and harvest from the same forests but never come into direct contact with one another.
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Colonists believing to be from Massachusetts (hereafter referred to as SCP-4006-A) and colonists from Connecticut and Rhode Island finally meet but never explicitly discuss their location. SCP-4006-A assume the others they meet to also believe themselves to be from Massachusetts.
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Cities establish two or more separate governments and assume separate names. People believing themselves to be from one city or the other only meet with police forces and only read of the news pertaining to the city identity they believe to be true. The governments of each "city" never become aware of each other's existence, and continue to function independently.
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The same pattern is established as the colonies of Rhode Island and Connecticut establish governments, while SCP-4006-A believe these governments to be their own governments. English surveillance of each colony is tricked in much the same way, incorrectly assuming they have crossed the border into Massachusetts and only then encountering SCP-4006-A when discussing regional affairs.
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It is difficult to assess the history of Massachusetts' past this due to SCP-4006's effects. By 1928, SCP-4006-A spanned the entire east coast and several northeastern states. Concentrations were (and are still) highest in Rhode Island, Connecticut, New Hampshire, Vermont, New York, and New Jersey. The furthest west that SCP-4006-A have been identified is North Dakota. People believing themselves to be visiting any city in Massachusetts (such as Boston) will actually be in any number of other cities near Massachusetts. Such cities include New York City, Philadelphia, Buffalo, and Pittsburgh. Whenever in a conversation where the name of, trivia about, or landmarks within the city are discussed, people will only encounter others who believe themselves to be in the same city.
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Note that due to the scale of SCP-4006, only enough effects to communicate the nature of SCP-4006 have been recorded here. For a list of all recorded effects of SCP-4006, contact any personnel of 4/4006 clearance.
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Addendum 4006-1 | Foundation Occupation of Massachusetts
+SCP-4006's effects make Massachusetts an unusually secure location for Foundation activities. However, while SCP-4006 is currently the most powerful probability based anomaly within the Foundation's knowledge, purview, and containment, it has been shown to be imperfect, as several Foundation scientists were able to discover the true nature of Massachusetts while researching anomalies they believed to be within Massachusetts. As such, Protocol MtV-4006 has been created. Protocol MtV-4006 is a reminder to all involved with SCP-4006 and those working in Sites within Massachusetts:
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Do not assume that SCP-4006 will keep activity secret. Continue to take all necessary precautions to maintain the veil, in the event that SCP-4006 fails to censor all information about the true nature of Massachusetts.
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In the name of MtV-4006, the SCP Foundation has allocated several million USD a year towards creating further defenses against the public discovery of the true nature of Massachusetts. Such precautions have included:
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Setting up sites at the locations of several supposed cities (Boston, Springfield, etc.) and making the sites appear to satellites like normal buildings.
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Having roads between sites mimic the publicly agreed upon road maps of Massachusetts (for example, the Sites between Springfield and Boston use a connecting road that is technically a continuation of Hwy 90).
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Wearing mostly civilian style clothing while wandering outside of Sites.
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At the time of writing, all precautions have been wholly unnecessary, as SCP-4006 continues to function as expected. This fact has not diminished the Foundation's dedication to Protocol MtV-4006.
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Addendum 4006-1 Extension: Continued Foundation Occupation of Massachusetts
+Sites within Massachusetts have expanded to be the five largest Foundation Sites. Site-19's function as the largest collection of Foundation Level 5 personnel, Site surveyors, HMCL supervisors etc., as well as the home of the Ethics Committee Board, has now been transferred to Site-4006, based at the supposed location of Boston. Many difficult to contain SCP objects, or objects that take up a significant amount of space to contain, have since been moved en masse to Massachusetts. Hundreds of Foundation researchers, staff, and miscellaneous personnel have migrated to Massachusetts in consequence. In light of this, several developments have been made in the name of Protocol MtV-4006, including:
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An airport has been created by Site-4006, in mimicry of the supposed Logan International Airport, where private Foundation airplanes (disguised as commercial flights) may make easier commute to and from Massachusetts. Plans to create airports in several other locations in Massachusetts have been drafted.
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Infrastructure, mimicking real cities, has been implemented to create easy living for those within Massachusetts. All "businesses" have been placed in locations mimicking online maps of the cities.
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A more complex roadway system across Massachusetts to make for easier commute between Sites and testing locations.
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In response to these developments, Project-4006-109, "Full Realization of Massachusetts", has been proposed in hopes of creating a functioning state within the United States in which the Foundation alone may operate and accommodate for thousands of personnel. Official implementation of Project-4006-109 would begin in two years, if approved.
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Addendum 4006-2 | Completion of Project-4006-109 & Expanding Awareness of SCP-4006
+Project-4006-109 has been completed, and the state of Massachusetts recreated from common public misunderstandings of its structure. All major cities and small towns have been created, infrastructure mimicked, housing populated with SCP Foundation personnel, and all major "public roads" created. The US government has begun to treat the physical location of Massachusetts and its Foundation personnel as true citizens of Massachusetts. SCP Foundation personnel in the US government have implemented a system by which only fellow Foundation personnel within the government ever preside over Massachusetts. This way, the true nature of Massachusetts continues to remain secret, while also allowing the SCP Foundation's recreation of Massachusetts to function as a real state within the United States.
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Commercial flights have now been seen flying over Massachusetts, and several civilian cars have passed through Massachusetts at various times. In light of this, classified Foundation activities have been further suppressed and Protocol MtV-4006 has taken even higher precedence. Testing areas above ground have been officially "closed off to the public", to make certain that civilians passing through do not stumble upon classified materials.
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+[Several Addenda have been removed due to redundancy and repetition. To view a list of removed Addenda, contact any researcher of 4/4006 clearance.]
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+Addendum 4006-8 | Uncertainty Regarding SCP-4006
+In 2023 it has been found that fewer than 20 people believing themselves to be in Massachusetts exist outside of the state of Massachusetts, and that those that do are not under the effects of a probabilistic anomaly such as SCP-4006. Massachusetts is now more populated by normal US citizens than Foundation personnel. While Massachusetts remains the largest collection of SCP Foundation assets, all Sites, testing grounds, outposts, and otherwise, are hidden and contained. In light of this, three motions have been proposed:
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Reclassify SCP-4006 as Neutralized.
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Reclassify SCP-4006 as Explained.
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Keep SCP-4006 as Thaumiel.
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The first motion argues that SCP-4006 no longer quantifiably exists. The second motion argues that while SCP-4006 was a large enough phenomenon to warrant the designation of an SCP object at the time, every individual piece of SCP-4006 was able to be explained by coincidence and science. The third motion has been put forth by the O5 council.
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The state of Massachusetts, through which SCP-4006 was theorized.
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Item #: SCP-4006
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: N/A
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Description: SCP-4006's existence is in and of itself theoretical. Proof of SCP-4006's existence or nonexistence has not been concretely gathered, but due to SCP-4006's likelihood to exist and its position as the most powerful probabilistic anomaly in existence if it were to exist it has been recorded as an SCP object.
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Evidence for SCP-4006's existence includes:
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The public's ignorance of the true nature of Massachusetts.
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The public's ignorance of the true nature of the universe.
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The containment of over 3000 SCP objects with breaches in secrecy being only temporary.
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The existence of SCP-2000, and other Thaumiel SCP objects.
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The existence of SCP-3000, and the discovery of amnestic compounds in general at convenient times in the Foundation's history.
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Earth's dimension(s) being particularly disconnected and difficult to access from the rest of the multiverse.
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The nonexistence of any powerful groups whose goals include the complete destruction of normalcy.
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The existence of several powerful groups whose goals include the maintenance of normalcy.
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The existence of the SCP Foundation.
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However, due to SCP-4006 only potentially existing, and evidence suggesting that if it does exist that the SCP Foundation in part perpetuates it, it is best to assume that SCP-4006 does not exist. Allowing the theory of SCP-4006's existence to perpetuate may instill a sense of apathy and meaninglessness, leading towards SCP Foundation personnel taking far greater risks than are necessary while holding the belief that SCP-4006 will cover any mistakes of theirs.
Notice: Parts of this document are not available at your current clearance level.
+If you believe this to be in error, enter appropriate credentials at the bottom of the document.
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Preliminary image of Victoria Crater, showing the location of SCP-4011. The entrance to the site is concealed beneath the ledge.
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Item #: SCP-4011
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Object Class:Thaumiel Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: The former Provisional Area-R01 has been lost. Automated lockdown procedures are in effect, and Mobile Task Force Upsilon-53 is monitoring the facility entrance. All SCP-4011-1 instances found outside of SCP-4011 are to be destroyed on sight should not be approached or otherwise provoked until further notice. The SCPS Moksha was launched from Site-███ on 2053-01-21, carrying relief forces and supplies for the establishment of Armed Area-R02. It is expected to reach Martian orbit on 2053-08-30. Should SCP-4011-1 attempt to breach automated Area-R01 defenses before the establishment of Armed Area-R02, MTF Upsilon-53 members are advised to retreat to a safe location until Foundation rescue forces arrive.
Notice: these procedures are outdated as of 2053-01-05.
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Provisional Area-R01 has been established around the entrance to SCP-4011 to facilitate exploration of the site and communication with SCP-4011-1. SCP-4011-1B and -1C instances are prohibited from leaving SCP-4011, and -1A instances must not travel beyond the isolation corridor. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-53 ("Alien Robots In Space") is assigned to monitor the isolation corridor and perform regular exploration missions within SCP-4011. Before beginning scheduled explorations, the commander of MTF Upsilon-53 is to ascertain the current mental state of SCP-4011-1. Should conditions be judged unfavorable, the exploration is to be postponed.
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Records obtained from SCP-4011-1 are to be relayed immediately to the RAISA Central Office at Administrative Site-██. RAISA staff may, at their discretion, administer remote amnesticization1 to personnel exposed to information classified beyond their clearance level.
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You have insufficient clearance to view the remainder of this section.
Description: SCP-4011 is a facility located within and beneath Victoria Crater on Mars. The only known entrance to the structure is an airlock hidden beneath an alcove on the northern rim of the crater. The full extent of the facility is currently unknown likely to be infinite. The architecture and symbols found within the facility are similar to those of a standard Foundation site, though the materials used for construction appear to be of Martian origin.
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The interior of the facility is entirely isolated from the outside, and neither traditional radio communication nor any tested anomalous communication system2 will allow a signal to pass between the facility's interior and its exterior. The internal atmosphere is comprised almost entirely of argon gas, with trace concentrations of nitrogen and carbon dioxide.
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SCP-4011-1 is the designation given to a large-scale, distributed anomalous artificial intelligence system within SCP-4011, comprised of a large number3 of robotic beings, each individually sapient yet also interconnected into an overall hierarchy.4 SCP-4011 is inhabited solely by instances of SCP-4011-1, which perform various maintenance and administrative tasks. SCP-4011-1 instances show a large degree of variation in form; the 3 currently-known categories of instance have been designated SCP-4011-1A through -1C, and are described below.
Note that recordings from Incident 4011-28 show multiple SCP-4011-1 instances which do not appear to correspond with known -1 sub-designations. As such, this table should not be considered complete.
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SCP-4011-1A
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Humanoid androids made of a polished, metallic material. Height tends to vary between 1.7 and 2.5 meters. Body shapes and proportions correspond to those of humans, though they lack fine detail or facial features.
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General maintenance tasks and communication with other beings. Observations during Incident 4011-28 indicate that they may serve as higher-level coordinating nodes in the hierarchy, directing other instances during combat or similar activities necessitating mass organization.
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SCP-4011-1B
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Sets of metallic spheres, usually organized as a single larger sphere with a 'tail' of smaller spheres extending below it. Instances vary widely in diameter, with the smallest measuring as small as 2 centimeters in primary-sphere diameter and the largest reaching 1 meter. Instances are capable of levitation and flight through unknown means, and are also capable of receiving, transmitting, and jamming signals sent through radio-frequency and [REDACTED] channels, though instances are not thought to be immune to the effect of SCP-4011's boundary.
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Data storage, transmission, and processing within the SCP-4011 hierarchy, as well as covert data exfiltration from and interference with external computer systems.
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SCP-4011-1C
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Small pyramids made of the same material as -1A and -1B instances, measuring 1 centimeter to a side. Capable of exerting an anomalous force to form materials around them into arbitrary shapes, instances have often been observed to construct 'shells' around themselves when traveling outside of SCP-4011. Instances are capable of levitation and flight through unknown means.
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Rough construction and repair tasks. Instances do not appear to be capable of fine manipulation of materials; however, individual instances have been observed carrying masses estimated at up to 12 tonnes, and they are capable of lifting larger masses through the coordination of multiple instances.
SCP-4011-1 has demonstrated extremely in-depth knowledge of world history (and particularly the history of the Foundation), and it has shared detailed descriptions of previously-unknown events. To date, all provided information which can be verified has proven accurate. Recovered documents have been used to discover, explain, and improve upon containment procedures for more than ██ other SCP objects. As such, SCP-4011 has been classified as Thaumiel, Threat-Level Orange as of 2052-08-12. By O5 order on 2053-01-05, SCP-4011 has been reclassified as Keter, Threat-Level Orange and no further communication or interaction with SCP-4011-1 is permitted without direct approval from the O5 Council and Ethics Subcommittee on SCP-4011.
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SCP-4011-2 refers to level B17 of SCP-4011 and all levels below it.
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You have insufficient clearance to view further information about SCP-4011-2.
SCP-4011 was first discovered on 2006-09-30, when the Martian exploration vessel MER-B5 photographed an artificial structure bearing the Foundation logo while exploring Victoria Crater. Foundation agents embedded in NASA were able to quickly halt the initial spread of the image, administering amnestics to exposed employees and altering the rover's planned course to prevent further encounters.
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Due to the worrying implications of an unknown Foundation-marked structure on the surface of Mars, exploration of the anomaly was deemed a moderate priority. However, remote-operated vehicle missions in 2009 and 2012 met with failure: contact with the rovers was lost immediately upon entry due to SCP-4011's communications-blocking effect, and the vehicles' auto-pilot systems failed to guide them out of the facility. Manned missions were deemed impractical until the 2049 Three Portlands Accord eased tensions with several groups of interest, reducing the need for Foundation orbital defenses and opening unique opportunities for collaborative efforts with certain approved anomalous entities. With the assistance of GoI-1115,6 Provisional Area-R01 was established around the entrance to SCP-4011 on 2052-06-06.
Note: This is a summarized overview of the first exploration into SCP-4011. For complete logs of video, network, and other sensory readings, contact the RAISA Central Office, extension 64011.
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Foreword: No activity was detected from SCP-4011 during the establishment of Provisional Area-R01. On 2052-06-12, MTF Upsilon-53 entered the facility for a preliminary exploration.
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Note: Text marked in green indicates internal communications.7
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<Begin Log Excerpt, 2052-06-12 21:15 Earth-GMT>
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[MTF Upsilon-53 proceeds into SCP-4011 from Provisional Area-R01. Communications are cut off as the task force passes the threshold. Approximately 1 minute after entry, an SCP-4011-1A instance approaches, denoted 1A-1.]
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<%U53-Mallow>: Skip at 3:00
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1A-1: You have entered a secure SCP Foundation facility. Please provide identification immediately.
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<%U53-Mallow>: Looks like we found out what happened to those rovers.
+< U53-Fenn>: Should we provide our auth codes?
+<%U53-Mallow>: I have a feeling it's that or start shooting.
+< U53-Lily>: Try a handshake protocol.
+< U53-Lily>: HP6
+<%U53-Mallow>: Acknowledged.
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U53-Mallow: Foundation Mobile Task Force Upsilon-53, here on an approved exploration mission. Handshake protocol 6, challenge: [REDACTED].
1A-1: Verified. We apologize for the formalities, #411. Your task force has been cleared for entry. Do you require assistance in accessing the archives?
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U53-Mallow: First, we need to ask a few questions.
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< U53-Fenn>: Did the entity just mention your serial, Mallow?
+<%U53-Mallow>: Yes. It also knows the response to [REDACTED] - it could be accessing a Foundation network.
+< U53-Lily>: I'm checking our local. This channel might be compromised; recommend minimum of communication.
+< U53-Mallow>: Approved.
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U53-Mallow: When was this facility built, and by whom?
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1A-1: Site-32M19 was constructed by the SCP Foundation. Construction began on 18538-12 538:14 FST9 and the facility was declared open on 18541-68 110:00 FST.10
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U53-Mallow: What is its purpose?
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1A-1: The mission statement of Site-32M19 is as follows: "To maintain a comprehensive historical archive of the SCP Foundation and its subject peoples, and to maintain the security and sovereignty of the Foundation by…"
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[The entity is silent for approximately three seconds.]
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1A-1: Apologies. The remainder of the mission statement is classified beyond your current clearance level.
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< U53-Lily>: I'm seeing a lot of encrypted radio chatter. Whatever that skip is, it isn't alone.
+<%U53-Mallow>: How many?
+< U53-Lily>: At least 200 within 15 meters. Too much traffic to identify individuals.
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U53-Mallow: And what is our current clearance level?
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1A-1: Abridged codelist: 1/GENERAL, 3/4011 and therefore 3/Site-32M19, 2/Area-R01. Would you like a full report?
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< U53-Fenn>: Those codes are accurate. Whatever this is, it knows more about the Foundation than we do. Recommend retreating for now - this information needs to get to command.
+< U53-Lily>: Seconding. These entities outnumber us and there is a good chance that they know our killcodes.
+<%U53-Mallow>: Approved
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U53-Mallow: That's not necessary at this time. We're leaving.
Between 2052-06-12 and 2053-01-05, the RAISA Central Office received a total of 652 documents from SCP-4011-1. All documents are either large, black hard-cover books with pages in A4 size (scanned, transmitted to the RAISA Central Office, and stored on-site at Area-R01), or Foundation-Database-Protocol-compatible data files.
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Document Title: Biography of Ronald Esther
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Recovered: 2052-06-15
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Type: Book - 3,581 pages.
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Summary: A complete biography of a prominent Serpent's Hand member, going into extremely-intimate detail regarding upbringing, philosophy, employment history, and activities as recent as 2052-06-14. Information was used to launch a raid on the subject's cell on 2052-06-20, leading to the capture of all 25 members and the disruption of a planned assault on Site-███.
Summary: A document describing SCP-████. The document is similar to current Foundation documentation on SCP-████, except for the addition of a 20,532-word section labeled "Origin." This section goes into exacting detail in describing the object's creation by a branch of the Church of the Broken God in 1851. Analysis of the documentation is still ongoing, and has led to the identification of several historical figures as Church members. Additionally, a previously-unknown property of SCP-████ was discovered through analysis of tests allegedly performed during the object's creation, leading to a significant improvement in containment procedures.
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Amnestics administered: Remote Expungement Compulsion Signal C, administered to MTF Upsilon-53.
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Document Title: Ethics Committee Investigation Into O5-Council Actions Regarding [REDACTED]
Amnestics administered: Remote Expungement Compulsion Signal A, administered to MTF Upsilon-53. Targeted Memetic Amnestic 32T administered via multicast to all Area-R01 and RAISA Central Office staff under clearance 5/4011.
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You have insufficient clearance to view further document excerpts.
Description of Incident: During a conversation with Area-R01 Director Eva Waterford, Specialist Fenn demonstrated signs of memory compromise, referring to a nonexistent anomalous group named the "Nation of Lodia." This conversation was recorded by Area sensors, and an abridged transcript is provided below.
Specialist Fenn: I'm just worried we won't have a Foundation to come home to, with the war and all.
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Director Waterford: I'm sorry?
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Fenn: You know. I'm sure we'll beat the Lodians soon and everything will be fine, but… what if we don't? We might be trapped here for the rest of our lives! And then we'll have to figure out what to do when you humans start running out of supplies-
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Waterford: Fenn?
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Fenn: Yes?
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Waterford: What are you talking about? The Foundation isn't at war with anyone.
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[At this point, Director Waterford activates a silent alarm, summoning Area security forces.]
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Fenn: Director, the Nation of Lodia is the largest threat the Foundation has ever seen! We've been at war for three years! How else do you explain why we came here? Why Frostman willingly helped the Foundation, after all we've done to them?
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Waterford: Command Override: ████████ 312.
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[Fenn is paralyzed by the override command as security staff enter the room. Note that he is not rendered incapable of speech.]
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Waterford: Sorry, Fenn. One of us has been seriously affected by 4011. Security, place Fenn and I into isolation and raise Code █████ with Command.
[Director Waterford is led away by security staff to an isolation cell. Specialist Fenn is carried to a separate cell.]
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<End Recording Excerpt>
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Resolution: After interrogation, similar memories were found in all members of Mobile Task Force Upsilon-53. All memories of the "Nation of Lodia" were expunged from task-force members using Remote Expungement Compulsion Signal E and replaced with reconstructed memories that reflect actual events.
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Foundation analysis of this incident indicates that SCP-4011 produces a strong memetic effect, modifying the memories of exposed personnel to include false groups and events.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4123 is contained in a standard secure containment room in Site-137.
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Aside from standard containment teams, a team of volunteers from the Department of Anomalous Ambassadors has been assembled with the purpose of playing a game with SCP-4123 once a day. Team members are expected to have a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of 15, be knowledgeable about board games and sports, and have at least minimal survival skills. Members are not expected to partake in the containment efforts every game, but it is recommended to participate whenever possible. Any and all SCP-4123 volunteers may consult Agent Gene (the current supervisor of the SCP-4123 containment team) to join.
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Description: SCP-4123 denotes a dark brown attache case with two cartoonish white gloves that float directly in front of the case. The gloves are sapient, and will animatedly move around to express thoughts.1 They will frequently manifest various objects from within the briefcase, which they will then use to organize games with nearby persons. However, the case appears non-anomalous when opened by a human and will always contain a third inanimate white glove. SCP-4123 has never retrieved the third glove for unknown reasons and vehemently denies its existence.
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SCP-4123 will float to the nearest individuals to ask them to play its games, and is capable of teleportation if no individuals are nearby. It will continually poke them on the forehead until they participate in the game. The longest that someone has gone without participating in a game is three months of continual poking, after which they were sent to the site psychologist for forehead-poking related mental trauma. An x-ray later revealed a harmless small dent in their skull in the location that they were poked.
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Discovery: SCP-4123 was discovered by three Foundation staff at a containment strategy meeting. The following transcript was recorded.
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Logistician Pavlis: -and that is why this will increase containment effectiveness by 50%.
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Agent Gene: Thank you. Is there anything else on the agenda today?
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<SCP-4123 manifests in the room. Everyone turns to look at it.>
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Agent Gene: Um… What is that thing?
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Logistician Pavlis: Did this escape from the disembodied salesman containment?
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<SCP-4123 holds up one finger of its right hand, and pulls a chess knight out of the briefcase with its left. The right hand then snaps its fingers as SCP-4123 approaches Agent Torres, handing him the chess piece.>
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Agent Torres: What is this? Is this like some kind of random surprise test for agents?
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Agent Gene: No, games are strictly banned at all our tests. They have a history of distracting the examiners.2
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<Agent Torres reaches out and grabs the chess piece. Exterior footage of the room displays all contents of the room being sucked into 4123’s briefcase.>
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<Interior footage of the room displays that the room has changed: there are black and white squares all over the walls, the window that previously overlooked the Manhattan skyline now overlooks a medieval castle and the table in the middle of the room now has a chessboard on top of it. The three staff are seated across an entity resembling a large man with a horse head.>
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<The large man with a horse head neighs and points at the pieces on the board.>
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Logistician Pavlis: Oh, this is chess! Let me play, I'm great at chess.
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Agent Gene: Are you sure? I have never seen you play.
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Logistician Pavlis I was the top player of my chess club in third grade.
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<Logistician Pavlis moves a pawn. After a few seconds of contemplation, the equine figure eats the pawn. SCP-4123 hold up a sign with the words “7 POINTS!!!”.>
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Logistician Pavlis: I…what?
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<Agent Gene and Agent Torres look at each other for a moment then both give an exasperated sigh. Pavlis stares in shock.
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Agent Torres: I think we need to eat the pieces.
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<The equine entity neighs. Agent Gene and Agent Torres each grab a chess piece and put it in their mouths. Logistician Pavlis refuses to eat a piece out of principle.>
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Agent Gene: Thish ishn't ash bad ash I thought. It tastes like chocolate.
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<Agent Torres immediately spits out the chess piece and begins panting rapidly. Analysis later showed the chess piece to be made entirely out of capsaicin.>
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<SCP-4123 awards zero points to Agent Torres, ten points to Agent Gene, and a yellow penalty card to Logistician Pavlis. It then manifests a small trumpet out of the case and blows a victory tune. The camera shakes again, signifying a return to the baseline meeting room. Agent Gene and Logistician Pavlis are standing, confused. Agent Torres is still panting rapidly.>
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SCP-4123 was moved into containment following this event.
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Addendum-1: Game Logs
+After being acquired by the Foundation, it was noted that the content of the games organized could be influenced by handing items to SCP-4123. This log is intended to record the most notable items presented and the resulting games:
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A birthday cake
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A large birthday cake was created and a variety of cake-measuring instruments were provided. Participants were encouraged to use the instruments to guess the size of the cake, and the participant which guessed closest was declared the winner. Participants were explicitly banned from using their own measurement tools, citing that it would provide an unfair cake-measuring advantage.
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Participants in this game were very hesitant to touch the cake, as they feared it might be poisonous. However, the provided measuring implements indicated that the cake was simultaneously nutritious and delicious.
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A ping pong ball
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A tabletop tennis match with three color-coded balls that signified that each had to be scored by a different player. Scoring a ball of the wrong color caused the player's nose to temporarily physically change to the color of the ball. Scoring a ball of the correct color also caused the player's nose to change to that color. It was unclear whether the color change is a penalty or a reward.
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The participants of this game were colorblind, and were unable to effectively play the game as a result. SCP-4123 expressed regret and changed the game to a normal table tennis match. It appeared to be depressed as a result of its original game not being played, but the participants stated that they had fun despite not playing the intended game.
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A bag of dust
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The participants were judged by how large of a bite they could take out of a pile of dust while Another One Bites the Dust by Queen played in the background. Notably, singing the song results in a penalization card by SCP-4123.
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At the start of the game, participants were instructed by researchers to not eat the dust due to possible negative health effects. However, the participants responded "Don't stop me now, cause I'm having a good time." They were stopped by the researchers and lost SCP-4123's game by default.
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A copy of Dance Dance Revolution
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SCP-4123 brought the participants to an extradimensional space where they were instructed to perform a dance-off. Inflatable balloon arrows would fly towards the participants, which they were instructed to dodge.
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It was discovered that SCP-4123 has an extreme distaste for La Macarena, as it would incessantly poke the participants if they attempted the dance. This did not stop participants from performing La Macarena.
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A calligraphy set stained with green paint
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Three rounds of paintball. Any time a participant was struck with a ball, they were only allowed to reenter the game if they recited a poem about their feelings of the game.
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The majority of players expressed significant enjoyment of the game in their poems. SCP-4123 clapped after every poem, despite snapping being proper poetry etiquette.
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Addendum-2: Game 423
+On October 18th 2024, Agent Gene entered SCP-4123's containment chamber one hour before the scheduled play session.
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<Agent Gene enters. The anomaly is floating on one corner, playing a tune by rapping its knuckles on the wall.>
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Agent Gene: Hey there, 4123.
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<SCP-4123 spins around slowly.>
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Agent Gene: Brought you something. <Agent Gene produces a deck of cards from one of their pockets.> See, I've played a lot of your games, nearly every day, and I realized something. You never play. You're always moderating or watching from the sidelines.
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<SCP-4123 is motionless>
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Agent Gene: So I thought to myself, why not include you in a play session? It could be fun.
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<Agent Gene sits on the floor and SCP-4123 approaches them.>
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Agent Gene: I assume you know how to play Slap.
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<SCP-4123 lowers itself to Agent Gene's level, leaving the case on the floor and taking half of the cards.>
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Agent Gene: Let's start, then!
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<SCP-4123 immediately lightly slaps Agent Gene's face with the cards. Agent Gene stops for a moment, stares at SCP-4123, then sighs.>
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Agent Gene Alright, I guess you don't know how to play.
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<Agent Gene teaches SCP-4123 how to play Slap. It initially appears hesitant to slap the cards, but eventually starts to play the game at the same speed as Agent Gene.>
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<Agent Gene and SCP-4123 play for an hour until the scheduled time for the enactment of SCP-4123's procedures comes. The containment team slowly filters in, watching respectfully as Agent Gene and SCP-4123 play for another three minutes before Logistician Pavlis joins in. Slowly, the other three present members of the team join, playing and laughing for another hour.>
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Agent Torres: C'mon Pavlis, take your turn already.
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Logistician Pavlis: Hold on, I gotta respond to this text-
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<SCP-4123 proceeds to poke Logistian Pavlis until he puts his phone away. The other participants agreed that Pavlis was being rude.>
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Logistician Pavlis: Fine, fine.
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Agent Gene: And… I win!
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Agent Torres: Oh, come on! I was so close!
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Logistician Pavlis: Well, maybe next round. <They look at SCP-4123> Do you want to play another? <SCP-4123 seems unresponsive.>
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Agent Torres: Uh, hello? 4123?
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<SCP-4123 grabs its briefcase, opens it and takes out a medal. The two gloves slowly glide towards Agent Gene, placing the medal around their neck. Sounds of cheering can be heard coming from the third glove inside the briefcase.>
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Agent Gene: Thank you?
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<SCP-4123 goes back to its briefcase, closing it. The cheering abruptly stops. Then it grabs the briefcase and retreats to a corner of the room.>
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Logistician Pavlis And now, what do we do? Is the 4123 game session over or…?
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Agent Torres: It sure seems so.
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<Agent Gene seems to be deep in thought, looking at the medal they received. The rest of the group leaves the room. After six minutes, Agent Gene leaves too.>
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SCP-4123 has not organized any games following this event, even when prompted by personnel. However, it is a willing participant of any games organized by Foundation staff, with "Slap" appearing to be its favorite game. It remains in a corner of its containment room playing "rock, paper, scissors" with itself during its free time.
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The medal received by Agent Gene had the following text engraved in it: "winner of my first game". Agent Gene has been allowed to keep it.
Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-4327 are to remain in a Site-64K Biological Storage Locker. All individuals who have witnessed SCP-4327 before, after, or during its neutralization have been interviewed and amnesticized.
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The location where SCP-4327 was neutralized is to remain closed to the public under the Class-33 cover story "Endangered Species Nesting Ground".
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Description: SCP-4327 is a massive Cancridae1 entity resembling a Cancer productus. The entity measures 25.3 meters wide and 25.1 meters in height.
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Despite violating the square cube law, SCP-4327 is fully capable of supporting its own weight. It possesses an extremely slow metabolism, only requiring nutrition once every two years. SCP-4327's diet is mainly composed of large quantities of shoaling fish and humpback whales. It largely remains below the ocean surface, commonly below a depth of 120 meters.
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At random points throughout the year, SCP-4327 will move onto land for several hours before returning to the sea. The behavior of SCP-4327 is largely similar to that of a non-anomalous C. productus. SCP-4327's anatomy is an exact replica of the C. productus, save for the scale.
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Addendum 4327.1Discovery
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SCP-4327 was first documented in June of 1902 by Mikhail Uthof, captain of the Imperial Russian battleship Knyaz Suvorov, on the coastline of Southwestern Korea. A Foundation translated journal log was written by Mikhail partially detailing SCP-4327.
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Thursday, 5th. Jeollanam-do, Korea.
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Knyaz Suvorov
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I come to report my findings of a magnificent creature, a beast larger than anyone has seen before. More than twice as large as our own vessel, I saw it with my own eyes from my ship. Red in color and with massive claws, I signaled my crew immediately, but by then it had already disappeared. I gravely regret I will never see such a sight again in my lifetime.
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Saturday, 7th. Jeollanam-do, Korea.
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I am unsure of what I have seen today. I may have possibly been in the shortest distance from the creature than anyone may have been before. We anchored our vessel off the coastline and a whale came by. Suddenly the whale was rapidly pulled down, in less then eight seconds I lost sight of that beast as it vanished below the sea. Thirty seconds later pieces of the whale floated to the surface along with the water being stained by blood. I firmly believe this was the work of the creature I had witnessed days earlier, and while I had not witnessed it with my own eyes today, no other creature could have possibly done this.
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Sunday, 8th. Port Arthur, Russian Dalian.
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My telegrapher has done the duty of reporting my findings to the Korean government. He also reported it to the local governments of Japan and the Brits. If the beast can take down a whale in less than ten seconds, there is no telling what it could to do a ship. The least we could do is warn others of a possible threat, but given they will all likely believe this encounter as some mystical sea-monster tale, I doubt any will listen.
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The following is a received telegram from the offices of the Kvantunskaya oblast.
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LARGE CARNIVOROUS BEAST SPOTTED AT 34.803078, 126.242000
+CAUTION ADVISED WHEN IN AREA
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Addendum 4327.2IJAMEA Discovery
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SCP-4327 was discovered again by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Extermination Agency (IJAMEA) on the coastline of Jeollanam-do. Personnel attempted to terminate the entity but were unsuccessful, largely due to the lack of manpower and equipment. Most of the following was currently located in Mainland China due to the outbreak of the Second Sino-Japanese War.
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The following is a translated report filed by IJAMEA operatives after the attempt of termination was made.
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Termination Report
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Attached photograph of the engagement.
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October 12, 1937
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Base camp was created near the rumored location of this so-called "sea-monster" in Chōsen. Creature appeared from the sea and began wandering the seaside. Strike team was immediately alerted to the entity's presence.
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The entity did not appear to react to being fired upon with a barrage of bullets. Entity did react upon being hit with the one artillery cannon at our disposal.
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The creature did not appear to hold hostility against us. It continued to wander, seemingly ignoring us until we fired an artillery shell onto it. After being hit with an explosive, the being began to retreat into the water.
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Due to the lack of vehicles or watercraft at our disposal, we were unable to pursue the entity after this short engagement.
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We remained on location for the remainder of two days after this event. During the nights, the ground shook and vibrated every so often. However, our scouts could not locate this entity, even during the brief vibrations.
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Despite our failure in terminating this being, we had captured a number of photographic evidence proving its existence. Hopefully in the inevitable day in which our wars against the Chinese come to an end, we can end this creature for good.
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Addendum 4327.3Neutralization
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SCP-4327 was successfully neutralized by the Turkish Brigade, a member of United Nations Command during the Korean War. It was discovered inadvertently by the advancing infantry battalions moving north towards the city of Seoul.
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RECORDED LOG
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Date: October 12th, 1950
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The footage begins on a 35mm handheld camera. The videographer is sitting in the top of the tank turret of a M36 Tank Destroyer in Turkish service. Although sound is present in the footage, speech is unintelligible due to poor audio quality.
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00:00:11 The vehicle comes across a fork in the road. It turns left. Several troop transport trucks behind the tank follow.
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00:03:42 The landscape transitions from rice fields to a cliffy coastline. The tank's commanders hatch opens, revealing the lieutenant colonel2 of the advancing army.
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00:10:56 All vehicles have moved down from a hill and moved into the coast. SCP-4327 is present on the beach. Aytaç signals to stop immediately to the vehicle convoy.
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00:11:00 Soldiers on troop transport begin to disembark and form a defensive perimeter on the sand. The entity is subsequently fired upon by the infantry.
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00:11:24 A tank shell strikes SCP-4327, hitting the entities left forward leg. SCP-4327 stumbles but recovers after several seconds.
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00:11:53 Another tank shell fired from the hilltop hits SCP-4327, hitting the upper carapace3. SCP-4327 begins to attempt to retreat into the ocean.
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00:11:57 The entity is hit by another shell in the back right leg. SCP-4327 collapses entirely. It attempts to recover but is fired upon again by a recently calibrated artillery cannon.
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00:12:19 SCP-4327 attempts to stand but is unable to. A shell hits SCP-4327 near its left eye. A fluid believed to be hemolymph4 begins to leak from its eye.
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00:13:37 The legs of SCP-4327 no longer move, the entities pincers and "head" move slightly. The underside abdomen is now leaking the unidentified fluid profusely.
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00:14:09 More than ten "craters" are visible in SCP-4327's carapace, another shell hits SCP-4327 between its eyes.
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00:14:38 SCP-4327 is believed to have ceased motory function at this point.
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00:15:24 Aytaç signals to stop firing. The soldiers are seen slowly approaching the corpse of SCP-4327. The recording concludes shortly afterward.
SCP-4355 in Rachimi Memorial Hall, photographed during initial exploration.
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Special Containment Procedures: Rachimi Memorial Concert Hall is sealed from public access. No personnel are permitted onto the stage or near SCP-4355.
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Description: SCP-4355 is a humanoid entity seated in the center of the performance stage of the Rachimi Memorial Concert Hall, located in Los Angeles, USA. SCP-4355 wears a black tuxedo, white gloves, and a tie. Since its discovery, SCP-4355 has neither moved nor responded to any stimuli. SCP-4355's face is only possible to view directly — photographs or drawings result in anomalous distortions. Viewers have universally described its face as "attractive", but fail to provide any further detail.
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Individuals who come within ten meters of SCP-4355 are subject to a complex memetic phenomenon. Those affected collapse to the ground before slowly crawling away from SCP-4355. Afterwards, any such individuals will only be able to focus on conversations about an unidentified individual, who is most often described as "the most important acting phenom of the twenty-first century". If conversation on another topic is initiated, they will invariably attempt to bring up the individual. Focused amnestic therapy has proved effective in reversing this phenomenon.
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It is currently theorized that an anomalous event occurred in the Rachimi Memorial Concert Hall which resulted in the creation of SCP-4355. Due to the lack of records mentioning the Hall and general lack of public awareness of its existence, this event is believed to be under the effect of an antimemetic anomaly.
During initial exploration, the security room of the hall was discovered in a state of disarray, with extreme heat damage across the walls and floor. The computer system was similarly damaged, with only the currently recording drive able to be salvaged. The drive contained a file, transcript attached. This video appears to be from a CCTV camera recording the main stage during SCP-4355. No audio is available.
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00:15: A man in a tuxedo walks onto the stage as the lights dim. The audience is seen applauding.
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00:23: The man takes position in front of the mic, and removes an envelope from his breast pocket. He coughs into his hand before speaking into the microphone.
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00:34: The audience is seen roaring in laughter for several seconds.
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00:40: The man continues speaking before gesturing to the screen behind him, which begins playing an award nomination reel. Despite being portrayed as well-known actors and actresses, none of the individuals on screen have been identified by researchers or Foundation databases.
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01:37: The reel suddenly cuts to black. The man and audience are visibly confused.
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02:13: The lights in the theater begin to flicker. Through the intermittent light, the audience is visibly panicking, with several individuals leaving their seats and moving toward the exits. The man on stage is attempting to calm them, to little success.
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03:51: The power returns temporarily. Several individuals are crowded around each exit attempting to open the doors, which appear to be barred from the other side. Hysteria rapidly spreads through the crowd, with several individuals visibly panicked. Of note, the individuals screaming are in close proximity to the stage, which is distorted by a hazy glow.
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04:05: All screaming individuals collapse to the ground. Once again, the power cuts out.
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04:13: The darkness is broken by a massive corona of light on the stage, around a dark, spherical void. It casts light across the theater, temporarily distracting everyone. After two seconds, the man on stage who is closest to the circle is pulled in as if in a vacuum. Within seconds, all individuals in the theater are being drawn in towards the dark circle, several clutching onto chairs or other inanimate objects. Notably, no inanimate objects are drawn towards the circle.
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04:29: Over the course of the next one minute and twenty-four seconds, every individual in the theater is sucked into the circle. As more people are drawn in, the corona of light increases in intensity, until it is obscuring the lens of the camera.
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05:53: The camera lens has been damaged by overexposure, and only a portion of the screen is clearly visible. The light in this area rapidly lessens, indicating the corona is disappearing. The theater returns to darkness. No further activity is recorded.
Within two months of the discovery of SCP-4355, a suspected probabilistic anomaly came to Foundation attention. Homes in high-income neighborhoods in the Los Angeles and Beverly Hills region were being discovered empty and unowned in abnormally high densities. Investigation revealed local banks were inspecting properties they had offered mortgages on, only to discover the homes were not legally owned by anyone, despite displaying signs of being lived in.
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Among the homes identified as part of this pattern was a small 52 m2 studio apartment, notable due to its contrast from the other homes in the pattern. It was sparsely furnished with only basic necessities. Several documents were found in the apartment, presumably belonging to the previous owner. Notably, distortions were found on all documents, obscuring the recipient's name.
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To Victor S. Snyder
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Due to the date of your exit from Reed College, you will be refunded course tuition for the following courses:
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CW1839 - Intro to Creative Writing
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AL2729 - American Literature
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VA2810 - Intro to Visual Arts
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AT2042 - Intro to Acting and Theatre
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The payment should be made available to the account it was paid from within 30 days. We're very sorry to see you go, and wish you only the best of luck in the future.
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Sincerely,
+Bruce Smith
+Reed College Dean of Students
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To Victor Snyder
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Thank you for your literary submission to LIFE Magazine! It was passed through several readers and reviewers while we debated on what articles to include in the February 2016 edition. Unfortunately, we have decided that your article was not suited to this edition of LIFE Magazine. Despite this, we wish you only the best in your future endeavors. This does not bar you from any further submissions, and we look forward to any contributions you may have in the future!
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Regards,
+Joseph Calith
+Senior Editor, LIFE MAGAZINE
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(Eight similar letters were found, from March to October of 2016.)
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To Victor Snyder
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Thank you for your literary submission to LIFE Magazine! It was passed through several readers and reviewers while we debated on what articles to include in the November 2016 edition. Unfortunately, we have decided that your article was not suited to this edition of LIFE Magazine.
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Due to the high amount of rejected articles you have submitted, we kindly ask that you refrain from further literary submissions. Thank you for your understanding.
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Regards,
+Joseph Calith
+Senior Editor, LIFE MAGAZINE
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In addition to these documents, a paper document containing ritual instructions was found underneath a loose floorboard.
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On Second Death
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+Man's physical form may die with the onset of First Death. But his memory can only be slain by Second Death. The following ritual allows one to stay her hand.
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Compile a small cache of ingredients. They will vary based on the holder, but follow a general pattern.
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A lock of hair from a lover - optional, as the caster oft lacks a source.
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A bowl of blood, enough to boil. The source is irrelevant - they serve as proof of commitment. Once the blood is added in, you cannot break the ritual without disastrous consequences.
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Scrapings of flesh from whoever killed your chances of being remembered. Their quantity is largely irrelevant, merely the fact that they exist.
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Sweat droplets - acquired during physical labor. Proof of effort.
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Tears. No caveats.
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These ingredients are to be combined, heated, and mixed with water before being ingested. Once they are ingested, you will have approximately four days to complete the ritual before your body begins coming apart.
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You will need souls. The ritual must be performed at an event, preferably one attended by as many notable individuals as possible. Their recognition will be used for your own legacy.
A D-Class personnel was exposed to SCP-4355 for the purposes of an interview post-exposure. A transcript is attached.
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INTERVIEWER: Dr. Adam Travis
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SUBJECT: D-19873
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TRAVIS: Hello, D-19873.
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D-19873: Hi!
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TRAVIS: How're you feeling?
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D-19873: Better. I'm not sure what happened.
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TRAVIS: You must've gotten dehydrated and passed out. You'll be fine.
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D-19873: Mhm, probably. Still, worth it for a chance to meet him.
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TRAVIS: Who's him?
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D-19873: Only the greatest acting phenom of the 21st century! He's stunning. Like, some people just have that aura around them, y'know?
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TRAVIS: Right. Tell me more about this person. Where did you first notice their work?
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D-19873: God, I couldn't tell you. He's been in like… everything. Every hit movie I can think of in the past couple of years. 'Course, they were probably hits because he was in 'em, but whatever.
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TRAVIS: Mhm. An-
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D-19873: Some people are just born for a creative life, I think. Your Kubricks, your Welles, those kinds of folks. He's one of them. Just an absolute star at everything he does.
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TRAVIS: So, what did you say this person's name was?
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D-19873: Um… oh god. I have it. Like, it's right on the tip of my tongue, I swear.
I know you'd rather I just summarize it, but I think this one justifies the format. I stole it off of a blind-drunk Hand operative in Plattsburg after the curfew went down. What's in here was enough to override his conditioning and make him head for the hills (well, Canada). Given the current state of the Hand's memetic conditioning, that's saying quite a lot.
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Our fair acquaintances have got both New Yorks locked down; getting this out would've been hard without my, ah, advanced knowledge (lucky me!). Hopefully this'll give you enough boots to kick ass upstairs.
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Alex.
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SCP: 4582
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Classification: Realitätsbrecher
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Severity:Gelb Rot
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the inherent risks of a broken SCP-4582 cycle, containment primarily focuses on maintaining the integrity and stability of SCP-4582. As SCP-4582's cycle is currently contained within Containment Area 15, and currently poses no threat to civilian or Foundation personnel1, maintenance of proper SCP-4582 cycling is to be considered paramount. As of 4/14/37, testing is to be conducted on the malleability of SCP-4582 cycling under the jurisdiction of Colonel Richards2.
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Description: SCP-4582 is an unstable cumulative pseudo-temporal loop3 initiated on 3/01/37 that encompasses semideterministic4 locales within Containment Area 155.
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SCP-4582's loop consists of three components: SCP-4582-1, SCP-4582-2, and SCP-4582-3.
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SCP-4582-1 is a prototype Boeing Model One that has been heavily modified from its registered specifications. Its wingspan has been increased by four point five inches6 from the original eight point three eight meters. The outermost wing supports have been removed, resulting in severe wing instability. All aviation fuel in the engine has been replaced with a mixture of sucrose, water, and sawdust that is unable to undergo combustion. The entire chassis of SCP-4582-1 (including pontoons) has been replaced with concrete7, raising the weight far beyond the accepted tolerance of the engine, wings, or fuselage. Though SCP-4582-1 is extremely durable, it is not capable of powered flight. SCP-4582-1 has been theorized as the motive force behind SCP-4582; however, this cannot be conclusively established due to SCP-4582's effects.
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SCP-4582-2 is the corpse of William E. Boeing8. Cause of death was blood loss from three gunshot wounds to the upper torso. In addition, SCP-4582-2's stomach was filled with a mixture of sucrose, water, and sawdust9. SCP-4582-2 was well-preserved at the time of containment; however, multiple SCP-4582 cycles have significantly degraded its condition. SCP-4582-2, as of 7/05/37, no longer maintains cohesion and consists of an unidentifiable mass of meats and fluids10. This has not impacted its participation in SCP-4582. As Mr. Boeing was last seen during the Hawaiian tsunami on 2/25/37, the mechanism by which SCP-4582-2 was moved to Containment Area 15 is currently unknown.
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SCP-4582-3 is former Mobile Foundation Platform Alpha-Seven ("Beats Walking")11. SCP-4582-3 was the first Mobile Foundation Platform to recover SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2, and was subsequently incorporated into SCP-4582. All personnel inside SCP-4582-3 were killed during the initiation of the SCP-4582 cycle. Repeated SCP-4582 cycles have significantly degraded both the facility and the corpses inside; as of 7/05/37 the facility consists of a mixture of ash, pulverized airship material, and macerated human flesh. Despite this, SCP-4582-3 maintains enough cohesion to complete an SCP-4582 cycle.
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SCP-4582's crash location can be adjusted via small modifications to SCP-4582-1. Changes in aerodynamicism12 result in wildly variable crash locations within Containment Area 15. These changes are extremely difficult to predict, and no accurate predictive model has been established. As of 4/14/37, MTFs Epsilon-5 ("So Good They Named It Twice") and Epsilon-6 ("When They Didn't Need To Name It At All")13 have been established to conduct these experiments.
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SCP-4582 cycles are internally consistent but lack external chronological coherency14. A full SCP-4582 cycle lasts a variable amount of observer time and thirty minutes of local time. SCP-4582 cycles demonstrate extreme chronospatial distortion, routinely violating causality, and are capable of radically reconfiguring the local geography and time flow of Containment Area 1515. There is a small period during recovery in which restructuring does not occur around SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2.
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Addendum 4582-1:
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The following is an attempt to describe the internal chronology of an SCP-4582 cycle. It has been assembled based on reports from SCP-4582-3 before the initiation of the initial SCP-4582 cycle. Due to the unusual circumstances surrounding SCP-4582 cycling, derivations in this pattern are extremely difficult to track16. The initial cycle started on 3/1/1937 and has not, as far as we can determine, ended in local time. All time stamps are in minutes. —Doctor Caldmann
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[00] SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2 crash-land. Kinetic energy produced in the crash is greater than would be predicted given the weight and velocity of SCP-4582-117.
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[01] SCP-4582-3 begins to move to SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2's location to initiate containment.
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[05] SCP-4582-3 arrives at SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2 and begins containment.
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[10] SCP-4582-3 completes initial containment of SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2. SCP-4582-1 is taken to the hanger. SCP-4582-2 is taken to the morgue. Respective analysis begins.
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[15] Autopsy of SCP-4582-2 does not reveal any anomalous features. Analysis of SCP-4582-1 engine begins. SCP-4582-1 begins emitting large amounts of thermal energy18.
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[17] Inspection of SCP-4582-1 ceases due to the large amounts of thermal energy. Several clothing fires are extinguished. Hangar is evacuated.
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[20] SCP-4582-2 reanimates and begins vocalizing sounds of distress. SCP-4582-2 does not appear capable of human speech. Waveform analysis conducted at Provisional Site-3519 indicates similarities to damaged internal combustion engines. SCP-4582-2 begins to move towards SCP-4582-1.
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[22] SCP-4582-2 encounters SCP-4582-3 security forces. SCP-4582-2 is affected by ordnance, but locomotion20 is not impeded.
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[25] SCP-4582-2 reaches SCP-4582-1. Ambient temperature around SCP-4582-1 begins to char SCP-4582-2; however, locomotion towards SCP-4582-1 continues. Expressions of pain and distress increase.
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[28] SCP-4582-2 arrives at SCP-4582-1 and seats itself in the cockpit. A large explosion originating from the hangar, presumed to be from SCP-4582-1, compromises SCP-4582-3's structural integrity. SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2 fall from SCP-4582-3.
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[30/0] SCP-4582-1 and SCP-4582-2 crash-land into a location determined partially by the aerodynamicism of SCP-4582-1. Cycle repeats.
And that's the end of the main article proper. A real mess, eh? You can see how badly the author(s) wanted to use the phrase "causality loop." It isn't one, though! While I was in New York I saw it firsthand. It really is indescribable, but let me try and do the best I can:
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I was in Brooklyn, looking back towards New Jersey. There was a tremendous roar, so loud I thought the bomb had gone off, and I saw the whole island of Manhattan fold in on itself like it was a game board being put away. Some of the buildings stayed locked to their foundations (ha!) but others weren't, and they (and a tremendous amount of rubble) cascaded down the island into the sea. It was a sound I hope to never hear again: an urban rockslide, the sound of chaos. A concrete seaplane flew into a cloud of rubble like a rocket (a jet-propelled tube of metal, usually carrying an explosive) and an explosion played in reverse, and in another location the whole thing happened but slower, and the right way around….
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There were no less than four of the things all flailing around doing things out of order. I am convinced it simply does not work in a way we mortals, stuck in the fixed frame of linear time, can comprehend. If I were you, back at HQ, I'd try very hard to find out what caused it. I highly doubt it was Boeing; it sounds like he was fished out of the Pacific after the assassination and dumped into the plane.
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The destructive power of this thing is incredible. It's already annihilated one of the largest cities in the world, and is making good headway on the rubble that's left. If my rough plots are correct, its area of effect is expanding by at least several feet per day….
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There's just a bit more I got out of the Hand operative; these were not put into the article (though they should have been!) but were instead buried on a series of punch tapes in the possession of Colonel Richards (how the operative was supposed to have acquired these I couldn't tell you).
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On a more personal note, since you asked, I'm doing as well as could be hoped. Twenty years is a lot to live over again (though I'm back in my younger body, thank God), and I am finding, more than anything else, how boring it is. I've seen all the movies, I know all the events, I know most of the people…. My accent and word choices net me strange looks. Hilarious, since when I was (will have been?) on the moon in '57, I was always known as a terminal square.
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It's strange. I don't like it. I lose track of when I am and what has and has not happened. When I'm alone at night with my thoughts I worry that I'm an old woman still, that dementia has caught up with me at last, and I'm losing what little I had left.
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But I'm sure I'll get on; I have already arranged things so that I will be nowhere near the explosion when it happens. If it happens. Maybe that, at least, will change.
I've removed all the extraneous headers/footers/greetings/niceties/encryption for you. —Alex
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I understand your reticence and your feelings over being replaced by someone who you must see as an interloper. However, determining a sound basis for SCP-4582's crash location is of paramount importance, and I will not stop work on it. I was given an assignment, and I will carry it out.
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Colonel Richards
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I know I must sound bitter, but please believe me when I say I am not! I am just concerned about what you are doing! We have been extremely lucky so far that the anomaly has not broken past the boundaries of New York—the more you interfere with it, the more likely that possibility becomes!
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I understand your grief—believe me, I do. I also understand that one or more members of the council21 has decided to grant you this privilege (not knowing, I must assume, what you are trying to accomplish!). However, if you will allow your grief to cloud your judgement in this way, I feel I must raise the issue with our superiors. I am really very sorry, but I cannot allow this to continue!22
I must strongly object to the accusations outlined in your previous letter to me.
+Colonel Richards's containment strategy is methodical, cautious, and well-thought; I see no reason to halt its progress. While I may have expressed reservations in the past, I have the utmost faith in Colonel Richards's ability to safely experiment on the anomaly in question.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4603 is to be kept in a Safe class containment locker at Site-28. No copies are to be created of SCP-4603.
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SCP-4603 has no outward anomalous effect on subjects merely listening to SCP-4603. A recording of SCP-4603 being performed has been attached for reference use.
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Description: SCP-4603 is a music score written in the key of B-Major with a time signature of ¾, entitled "The Ballad of Frank and Mia." The inside cover of SCP-4603 states that it was written and composed by the former Person of Interest "Franklin Matthias Russel", preceded by the following text: "Dedicated to Mia."1
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When performed by an individual who displays an attraction to the female gender, SCP-4603 will inflict a cognitohazardous effect on the performer playing the instrument. The first 26 bars of SCP-4603 will slowly darken the room surrounding the performer before, eventually, the performer will perceive various spotlights being directed upon them.
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From the performer's perspective, they will begin to perceive their surroundings to be that of a bright, high-end restaurant. The time period has been assumed to be in the mid-1950s, with the performer being approached by a woman2 in a red dress (hereafter referred to as SCP-4603-A).
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For the remainder of the cognitohazard, the performer will stay under the effect of SCP-4603 and will live a married life with SCP-4603-A. A common occurrence throughout the cognitohazard is the performer finding themselves playing the piano, often even playing duets with SCP-4603-A.
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As the music begins to crescendo in the last several lines, SCP-4603-A will fall into cardiac arrest. The performer will drive SCP-4603-A to the nearest hospital, holding the hand of SCP-4603-A as they are assisted onto the medical bed.
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Subsequent to this, the performer will attend the funeral of SCP-4603-A. The performer will be alone for the remainder of the cognitohazard. The cognitohazard typically ends after the performer begins to write SCP-4603.
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Addendum 4603.01: SCP-4603 was recovered from the home of Franklin Russel on July 17th, 2007 following local police reports of SCP-4603 being played repeatedly from inside Russel's house. Local police investigating the scene filed a report of Russel sitting at the piano in a trancelike state.
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According to the report, one of the police officers attempted to console Russel before Russel opened his eyes. Russel spent several minutes lying on the floor and staring at the officers before eventually stating the following: "Where is Mia?"
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Russel then began to hyperventilate before collapsing. Russel was transported to the nearest hospital where his condition was stabilized and survived for 13 hours before expiring. The cause of death was diagnosed as stress induced cardiomyopathy.3
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4630 and SCP-4630-1 are to be kept in a standard hydroponic containment cell. The cell is to be partitioned to allow for private interviews with each of the objects, but have the ability to open to allow free communication when not conducting interviews.
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SCP-4630-2 is to be kept in a separate soundproof hydroponics containment cell. SCP-4630-2 is to have psychological evaluations on a biweekly basis, designed to investigate the extent of the object's knowledge. The attending psychologist is not allowed to bring pencil, paper, or any form of information storing devices with them to the evaluations. All meetings are to be recorded directly to encrypted drives set to Level-5 clearance only. After meeting with SCP-4630-2, the attending psychologist is to be treated with Class-C amnestics to remove all knowledge of their time spent with SCP-4630-2. Attending psychologists are to be rotated after every meeting.
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Description: SCP-4630 is a head of Lactuca sativa, more commonly known as Iceberg Lettuce, which has gained sapience and a method of spoken communication through currently unknown, although suspected genetic1, means. Analysis of SCP-4630's genome has revealed substantial differences between its genetic code and that of a typical individual of L. sativa, collectively designated SCP-4630-A.
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Interviews with SCP-4630 have revealed that it believes itself to be a human researcher working at the Foundation under the name Doctor John Cabbage, although no such person was ever employed by the Foundation.
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Experiments with implanting different parts of the SCP-4630-A ANA2 in additional subjects in the plant kingdom have resulted in additional sapient vegetables, designated SCP-4630-1 and SCP-4630-2. Due to the creation of SCP-4630-2, in spite of not being able to isolate the sapience granting string of genetic code, further experiments using this method have been suspended.
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SCP-4630, SCP-4630-1 and SCP-4630-2 have very little in common, apart from the following:
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All of the objects have sapience.
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All of the objects believe that they are human.
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All of the objects believe that they have worked at the Foundation, despite no records existing to corroborate this.
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All of the objects have names relating to the vegetable in a direct, or at least commonly misunderstood3, manner.
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Further investigations into a connection between SCP-4630 and GoIs which have access to genetic modification technology is ongoing.
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Discovery Log: SCP-4630 was discovered in the lower most drawer of the refrigerator inside the Site-09 break room, when the object exclaimed he was being assaulted by a Junior Researcher as they were attempting to construct a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.
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AUDIO LOG 4630-A
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DATE: 24 February 2017
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NOTE: Initial interview with SCP-4630. Dr. Chong presiding.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Chong: Good morning, SCP-4630.
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SCP-4630: Good morning, Doctor… uh, Chong is it? I am Doctor Cabbage, and you may refer to me as such.
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Dr. Chong: Very well, Doctor… Cabbage. Would you mind answering a few questions regarding your current state?
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SCP-4630: Oh, is it that bad? I thought I might be coming down with a cold. I was hoping that taking the day off would clear it up, but I suppose not.
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Dr. Chong: I was referring to your current state of (pause) being a head of lettuce, Dr. Cabbage.
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SCP-4630: What? A head of lettuce?
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Dr. Chong: Yes.
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SCP-4630: What are you talking about, Sir? I have never for a moment in my life ceased being a human being.
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(silence for approx. 15 seconds)
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Dr. Chong: Dr. Cabbage, you describe yourself as a doctor, but would you mind telling me what you are a doctor of?
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SCP-4630: On my diploma it says Biological Sciences, but I was hired at the Foundation for my work on thaumaturgical biology.
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Dr. Chong: Like DNA augmentation?
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SCP-4630: Through thaumaturgic means? Don't be silly, boy, that'd be impossible! The DNA structure is much too fine for the thaumaturgic methods we have today.
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Dr. Chong: But you did work with DNA? Through non-thaumaturgic means?
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SCP-4630: I don't know where all this talk about DNA came from, I'm just a biologist, not a geneticist. I study the phenotypical traits of thaumaturgic creatures, fairies, unicorns, and the like. Classic stuff.
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Dr. Chong: Alright, well… Thank you for your time, Dr. Cabbage.
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[END LOG]
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By order of Site Directorship
+Re: SCP-4630-1 Experiment
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The experiment to extract a quantity of SCP-4630-A and implant it into another host, designated SCP-4630-1, is APPROVED. This experiment will be carried out at the earliest possible convenience at the discretion of the 4630 Lead Researcher.
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By order of 4630 Lead Researcher
+Re: SCP-4630-1 Experiment
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The experiment to extract and implant an amount of SCP-4630-A into an individual of the species Musa acuminata4 is to be begun on 03 March 2016 at 0800 by Researcher Markson, Researcher Carlos, and Junior Researcher Vala.
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AUDIO LOG 4630-B
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DATE: 04 March 2017
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NOTE: Initial interview with SCP-4630-1. Dr. Markson presiding.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Markson: Good afternoon, SCP-4630-1.
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SCP-4630-1: What, so I'm an SCP now?
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Dr. Markson: I beg your pardon?
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SCP-4630-1: Last time I checked, the number you slapped me with was D-0579.
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Dr. Markson:(clears her throat) What was your name prior to joining the SCP Foundation?
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SCP-4630-1: Sig. Sigmund Peele.
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Dr. Markson: So, D-057-
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SCP-4630-1: Oh, that's just like you doctor types to ask me my name just to go on and not fucking use it.
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Dr. Markson:(pauses) Mr. Peele, would you describe where you were yesterday morning?
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SCP-4630-1: I don't know, probably in my fucking cell.
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Dr. Markson: You don't remember?
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SCP-4630-1: No, I don't remember. Do you think you'd remember every time you stared at a grey concrete wall?
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Dr. Markson: I see. Thank you, Mr. Peele.
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[END LOG]
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Request to 4630 Lead Researcher from Dr. Sabrina Markson
+Re: SCP-4630-2 Experiment
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Due to the results of Experiment 4630-1, I hereby request another opportunity to experiment with SCP-4630-A in order to see if the entity can be genetically engineered to be more useful in pinpointing the genetic and/or thaumaturgical elements responsible for sapience and spontaneous auditory generation.
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Responce to request by Dr. Sabrina Markson from 4630 Lead Researcher
+Re: SCP-4630-2 Experiment
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I'll give the go ahead, but be careful Bri, we don't really know the forces we're messing with here.
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By order of 4630 Lead Researcher
+Re: SCP-4630-2 Experiment
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The experiment to extract and implant an amount of SCP-4630-A into a modified individual of the species Zea mays5 is to be begun on 15 April 2016 at 0800 by Researcher Markson, Researcher Carlos, and Junior Researcher Vala.
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AUDIO LOG 4630-C
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DATE: 16 April 2017
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NOTE: Initial interview with SCP-4630-2. Dr. Carlos presiding.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Carlos: Good morning, SCP-4630-2.
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SCP-4630-2: Oh god. Am I dead? I figured if there was a god, he'd do this kind of cruel joke to me…
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Dr. Carlos: SCP-4630-2, please elaborate. What is particularly cruel?
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SCP-4630-2: The last thing I remember, I was lying in bed, which means I'm probably dead. I'd bet those bastards at the ███ did it too, they've been planning their little █████████ ████ █████ for years now, and I guess they finally built up the nerve to strike.
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Dr. Carlos: I'm sorry, but, if you don't mind me asking, why would the ███ target you specifically?
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SCP-4630-2: Because I'm O5-█, Joseph Cobb, you simpleton. (pause) I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I'm just in shock is all.
Special Containment Procedures: Existing Foundation elements in state governments are to monitor for SCP-4759 manifestations and discredit it during deliberations. Donut shops in affected areas are to be surveilled for SCP-4759-A.
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As of 03/10/2017, state legislators are to be investigated for any connections to bakeries and bread distributors.
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Description: SCP-4759 are anomalous additions to existing bills being considered by state legislatures. SCP-4759 instances are usually between 10,000 and 120,000 words and consist almost entirely of nonsensical words and phrases, with the exception of a single section that describes a "donut tax" in great detail and specificity.
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The donut tax bill imposes a sales tax of 10-90% on all donuts and related food items and products, as well as a heavier tax on the overall profits of small businesses which sell donuts. Legislators reviewing SCP-4759 will regard the document as non-anomalous, and discuss the tax as they would any other.
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Legislators in support of SCP-4759 will suffer insomnia, persistent nightmares, and develop a severe flour allergy.
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Occasionally, a legislator that supports the tax will be accosted by a figure instantly manifesting near their location. This figure, designated SCP-4759-A, resembles a humanoid armed with a lance and mounted on a horse, and is composed entirely of compressed donuts. (Local stores report the sudden disappearance of large amounts of donuts during SCP-4759-A manifestations.)
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SCP-4759-A will vocalize through unknown means and challenge the legislator to single combat, with the condition that should SCP-4759-A win, the legislator must attempt to stop the passing of SCP-4759. If the legislator declines, SCP-4759-A will continue to reappear on subsequent days until they acquiesce.
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To date, the combined actions of the Foundation and SCP-4759-A have managed to prevent SCP-4759 from being passed into law.
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Addendum: On 03/09/2017, SCP-4759-A attempted to battle Alabama Senator Vivian Davis Figures due to the latter's extremely vocal support for the bill. Upon being struck by SCP-4759-A's lance, Senator Figures' skin was pierced; she removed it and revealed herself to be composed entirely of bagels. Senator Figures won the duel and fled the scene, and has not been located since. Cover Story 119-L ("Golfing Accident") was employed. SCP-4759-A has continued its appearances.
SCP:
+Storage S19. Standard locker. Meme obscured. No unauthorized access. Not hazardous.
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D:
+Infohazardous. Only minimum info to convey idea when describing SCP. Text limited minimum bits ASCII. Voice effect ambiguous. Image infohazardous. Text written verbatim OK. Non-meme - Limited to 4807 - no effect others. Meme 4807-1 carrier effect in all interaction. Unknown epidemiology - 4807 interaction prerequisite. 4807, -1 affected understand carriers clearly. This doc understood clearly under 4807 effect.
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Effect manifest:
+Touch N
+Sight Y
+Previous interaction Y
+Secondhand interaction N
+Related interaction Y
+Unrelated interaction vicinity, line of sight 4807 N
+4807-1 infection Y
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Limited formatting text description:
+ASCII. No EBCDIC, Unicode, UTF.
+WYSIWYG
+Whitespace OK
+Other format NO
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4807:
+Obelisk
+Elliptic hyperboloid, x^2/3 + y^2/7 = -z m^3. r^2 = .98
+Class B limestone.
+Infohazardous
+"Minimalism is beautiful", 4807-1 via chisel
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RL:
+From SoI 1442, NYC. Abandon 6 mos. Found with bodies, human experiment. Art anomalies. [PRINTING ERROR] 4807 recovered. Outside interference - Area infohazardous. 14 deaths. Designated [PRINTING ERROR]. Docs recovered - attached. Hazardous effects noted - copies nonanomalous.
Natural minimal sublime. Difficult. Elusive. Many struggle, fail. Few succeed. I fail. Humiliated. Angry. Minimalism perfect - if not natural, forced. Piece is monument to my failure. my sins. I fail, minimalism succeeds. A sacrifice to the minimal.
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Look, and understand."
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Art critic review, attached:
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"2/5, would not recommend. Misses point. Minimalism not reduced detail. Rather, multiple meaning. All detail still present w/ minimalist work, just beneath surface. Extrapolate. Infer. All there, not gone - hidden. Good short article not long article w/ all describing words removed - is self-contained. Rely on external knowledge, feeling, body of work. Good intention - but meme not necessary to share idea, just better art. Please don't cram down throat. Now stuck in this misconceived worldview until I find decent amnestic."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4883 is kept within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell and given standard coma care, including ventilation, a feeding tube, and periodic moving. Attending personnel are to routinely monitor for new growths.
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Books produced by SCP-4883 are stored in a standard locker, following full sterilization.
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Description: SCP-4883 is a human male named Manuel Jalisco Barrera.
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Since discovery, SCP-4883 has remained in a coma. All organs function within normal parameters, and no part of his body has atrophied during this period. Brain scans show very low levels of activity in the cerebral cortex.
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Every two to three weeks, a large tumor will develop somewhere on or within SCP-4883's body. When this growth bursts or is excised surgically, it is found to contain pus, saline fluid, and a small book enclosed within a plastic zipper storage bag. The author of each book is listed as an organ or anatomical structure within SCP-4883's body.
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Right middle finger
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252 pages.
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The dry beam presses into me, and I press back. I move again and again and again, the barely concealed roughness grating against me. I feel my exterior react, the aggravation never ceasing until the beam leaves me and my neighbors exhausted.
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Large intestine
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459 pages.
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I felt it once. The warm, soft, wet existence I had grown to know, painfully interrupted once, and only once. Searing, sterile intrusion, shattering the color of my worlds. The color that was not penetrated the opening, and the wind rushed in. I could not sense, I could not feel, until many times later. And my companion had been taken from me.
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Diaphragm
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232 pages.
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I bend, and I feel the eternal rhythm above me. I never rest. Up. Down. Up. Down. I am content to keep time.
Special Containment Procedures: All physical components of SCP-4951-1 are to remain contained in a powered state with unfiltered internet connectivity.
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Foundation assets are to maintain no less than 51% stock share in any publicly traded corporation created by SCP-4951.
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All proposed insurance policies generated by SCP-4951 are to be immediately sealed, and delivered in their entirety to Overwatch command.
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Description: SCP-4951 is a self-propagating digital cloud-based entity capable of writing portions of itself on any operating system to which it is exposed. At time of writing, 186 such devices are in containment, collectively designated SCP-4951-1.
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SCP-4951-2 in an unpowered state.
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Based on available information, SCP-4951 is believed to be the digitized consciousness of Horatio Avelar.1 By the account of SCP-4951, components of SCP-4951-1 within Foundation custody account for roughly 0.085% of all such devices hosting a portion of its consciousness worldwide.
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SCP-4951 utilizes the combined computing power of its component parts in order to predict future anomalous activity. It utilizes this information to open shell corporations with the sole function of selling insurance policies covering very specific anomalous activities. Insurance policies generated in this way have proven successful in predicting anomalous activity and assisting with subsequent containment in 89% of cases.2
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Addendum 4951 01: Abridged log of SCP-4951-1 components
Device is a Lenovo ThinkPad E520. Screen and integrated user input devices are functional. 28% of internal memory is inaccessible.
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Device intermittently submits online applications for various insurance business licenses through governmental websites.
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SCP-4951-1-2
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Device is a Nokia 5610 XpressMusic. Screen is inoperable. Device rests at 41° C when in a powered state. Battery life when disconnected from power supply is 112 seconds.
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SCP-4951 either refuses to or is unable to communicate through other SCP-4951-1 components while SCP-4951-1-2 is in an unpowered state.
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SCP-4951-1-3
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Device is a LG Optimus Pad V900. Touchscreen is functional. Default Media Player is the only installed application.
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All communications from SCP-4951 directed at Foundation agents have occurred as .wav files loaded and played through SCP-4951-1-3.
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SCP-4951-1-10
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Device is a HP Pavilion p6200. Video output is functional. On boot, machine executes a single unrecognized process utilizing 2.6 kb of memory.
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Device’s function within SCP-4951 unclear, though communications generated by SCP-4951 while SCP-4951-1-10 is in an unpowered state are significantly more hostile than usual.
Each device is a Dell Inspiron 546. All instances fail to boot beyond BIOS screens.
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While any of the four devices is in an unpowered state, all communications from SCP-4951-1-3 are in French.3
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SCP-4951-1-71
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Device is an IBM server mainframe located on the Los Angeles-class submarine Philadelphia.
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Device powers off before completing boot sequence.
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SCP-4951-1-89
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Device is a Dell Inspiron 400. Device attempts to launch Microsoft Outlook 2007 immediately following boot sequence. Program never launches, loads perpetually.
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SCP-4951-1-89 sends an email at 6:59 AM EST every Monday to cni.PPA|aromaZ.C#cni.PPA|aromaZ.C4 containing a list of insurance policies protecting against various anomalous phenomena, with instructions directing which shell companies should offer each policy. This occurs regardless of whether or not SCP-4951-1-89 is in a powered state.
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SCP-4951-1-103
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Device is a Cray brand Shasta supercomputer. Device devotes all memory to factoring seemingly random polynomials, and system cannot be shut down without removing power supply.
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The 1-year success rate of insurance policies generated by SCP-4951 in predicting anomalous phenomena drops to 77% while SCP-4951-1-103 is in an unpowered state.
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SCP-4951-1-175
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Device is an Olympus DM-901 Wi-Fi enabled Digital Voice Recorder. Device's memory storage is inaccessible, and recorded audio cannot be replayed.
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SCP-4951 appears to 'hear' audio recorded on SCP-4951-1-175, utilizing SCP-4951-1-3 to generate a reply to any audio clip taken by SCP-4951-1-175
Interviewed: SCP-4951 (Vocal input via SCP-4951-1-175, vocal output via SCP-4951-1-3)
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Interviewer: Researcher Lilianne White
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Foreword: SCP-4951-1-1 and SCP-4951-1-10 were unpowered and in transit between facilities at time of interview. Researcher White was attempting to determine SCP-4951's effect on SCP-4951-175.
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<Begin Log>
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Researcher White: It seems to power on without issue. The display works. Let's see here.
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[Researcher White activates the device's recording function and speaks into its microphone.]
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Researcher White: Uh, erm, Test, two, three… hmm, ok. Now, let's see what we got.
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[Researcher White attempts to play the recorded audio data.]
Researcher White: New audio file…? Is this where my recording went?
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[Researcher White activates the media player.]
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SCP-4951: What the hell do you want, you vapid bitch?
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Researcher White: I… guess not. [Into SCP-4951-1-175.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Would you mind telling me a bit about yourself?
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+SCP-4951: You'd be upset too if the best parts of your brain were offline. And yes, I would very much mind telling you a single damn thing.
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Researcher White: I see. Not very forthcoming, are you?
Foreword: SCP-4951-1-10 restored to a powered state. SCP-4951-1-16 unpowered due to unrelated technical issues.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Kiyoshi Inada: Good afternoon, SCP-4951. My name is Dr. Inada. I'm here to ask you a few questions, are you ok with that?
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SCP-4951:Of course, do what you want.Bien sûr, fais ce que tu veux.
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Dr. Kiyoshi Inada: I'm sorry, would you mind limiting your responses to English? I'm told you were experiencing some anger earlier when my colleague was speaking with you. Would you mind telling me about that?
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SCP-4951:I'm sorry, but my English files seem to be offline. I'm sorry for being so rude earlier. I had trouble thinking right. Apologize to the young woman for me, please.Je suis désolé, mais mes fichiers en anglais semblent être hors ligne. Je suis désolé d'avoir été si grossier plus tôt. J'avais du mal à penser droit. Présentez mes excuses à la jeune femme pour moi, s'il vous plaît.
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Dr. Kiyoshi Inada:[Speaking away from SCP-4951-1-175.] Do we have a French translator on site right now? We're gonna need to put this on hold until we get one in here.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-4951 entity not hostile, merely French.
Kept to myself for a while after that, but eventually I wound up storing bits of my thought processes wherever I happened to be when they came up. A train of thought in a desktop in Oregon here, a little bit of calculus knowledge in a Bengalese corporate mainframe there… It's absurdly convenient, you see.
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Researcher White: I see. Can you tell me what the insurance companies you keep setting up accomplish?
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SCP-4951: Well, it's already done part of what it's supposed to. Got your Foundation's attention real quick.
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Now they set up a nice symbiotic relationship. I help point you lot in the right direction, and the money that gets funneled into buying out my shells goes right back to APP.
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'Ya know, in the grand scheme of things, providing funding to my company is the most beneficial thing you bunch are ever gonna be responsible for, just you wait and see.
A single SCP-5197-2 instance located at [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents are to monitor reports of toxic gas spills in rural communities on expected manifestation dates. Foundation task forces investigating SCP-5197 manifestations are required to wear fully-encapsulated protective gear with a self-contained breathing apparatus to prevent phosgene exposure. Upon arrival, task forces are to isolate the area and evacuate any civilians. Personnel are not to enter the area of manifestation if an explosion has been reported until spacetime stability can be confirmed. Otherwise, Foundation agents should make immediate efforts to recover all SCP-5197-1 and -2 instances.
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SCP-5197-1 instances must be stored in a dedicated Type-M hazardous object repository located at least 50 km from any human settlements or Foundation facilities. SCP-5197-1 may not be removed from this facility upon arrival; all experimentation must take place on-site. Area-███ is the current designated SCP-5197-1 repository.
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Description: SCP-5197 are large oblate spheroid objects possessing a dark metallic appearance. A single SCP-5197 instance periodically manifests every 271 days, usually during nighttime. However, the exact location of manifestation has proven difficult to predict. Direct analysis of SCP-5197 is also challenging, as its material reacts with the earth's atmosphere to produce large amounts of phosgene gas1; one SCP-5197 instance can produce up to 2.4 km3 of phosgene before dissolution (usually within 4 hours of manifestation).
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Analysis of surrounding debris and photographic evidence indicates that each SCP-5197 has a diameter of 33.7 m and a height of roughly 8 meters. A unique series of ornate symbols are inscribed onto the side of each instance; however, these dissolve soon after manifestation, and photographic analysis has failed to give any insight into their meaning or purpose. Each SCP-5197 contains exactly 5 SCP-5197-1 instances and 8 SCP-5197-2 instances.
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SCP-5197-1 instances are cylindrical objects composed of a material chemically and structurally similar to bone. X-ray scans and other analysis techniques suggest these objects are hollow; however, SCP-5197-1 explode when ruptured, causing local spacetime to destabilize upon detonation. This creates a Gamma-class anomalous zone2 within a radius of 0.6 to 1.3 km. To date, 7% of SCP-5197 manifestations have resulted in an SCP-5197-1 detonation.
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SCP-5197-2 instances are large quadrupedal entities averaging 5.3 m in height and 6.1 m in length. Up to 42 muscular hydrostats protrude from the dorsal region; the function of these is unknown, though the number of appendages directly correlates to the entity's size. Three orifices can be found on the head; the largest of these produces vocalizations resembling the screams of a human female. The two smaller orifices located on the right and left side structurally resemble infrared-sensing organs found in some reptiles. SCP-5197 behavior has been highly erratic in encounters with Foundation task forces. Instances move quickly and react violently to fast or sudden movements. No SCP-5197-2 instance has survived more than 12 hours after manifestation due to the effects of phosgene exposure.
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Addendum: On 2020/6/30 at 23:34, an SCP-5197 instance manifested in Ombre Rouge, Louisiana. In deviation from previous incidents, all SCP-5197-1 instances detonated during manifestation, instantly destroying most of the town. Notably, the incident also produced 130% more phosgene than previous manifestations. Ombre Rouge has been erased from all public records to cover up the incident.
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At 3:10 the following morning, O5-1 received the following transmission via [DATA EXPUNGED] from an unknown party.
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[BEGIN TRANSMISSION]
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O5-1: O5-1 speaking. Please state your identificatio-
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Unknown: Pleasant greetings, do I speak to Mr. Ofiv-Un?
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<There is a long pause>
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O5-1: Who the hell is this.
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Unknown: I am Ubthao-Ykovi, I am represention for Department of Frontier Development.
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O5-1: How did you get in here? This is a secure channel.
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Unknown: I contact you regarding incident with most recent supply shipment. Engine failure caused transport vessel to make emergency landing. Unfortunate, ship and all cargo were destroyed.
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O5-1: I haven't heard of any … wait. <muffled> Get me Dr. ███████.
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Unknown: We send replacement supplies as per terms of agreement. Expect shipment to arrive within next Nl'toth period.
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O5-1: Agreement? What agreement?
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Unknown: Our records indicate either yourself or predecessor applied for bicyclical shipments of fuel capsules and livestock under Section 12 of Nk'kaddi Resolution Akh-7639 on eighth of Mkanon, cycle 27824. You remain eligible as long as your world is Class 3 or lower.
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O5-1: Do you understand just how much damage these … "shipments" have been causing?
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Unknown: I do not understand you, sir.
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O5-1: Those bombs have annihilated entire towns. And that's not to mention the phosgene. Do you have any idea the kind of ecological damage releasing that much phosgene into the atmosphere could cause? We are becoming very concerned that this could destabilize our ecosystem.
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Unknown: Still I do not understand. Do you say you wish to withdraw from program?
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O5-1: Whatever it is you're sending here, stop.
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Unknown: Very well then. Simply submit completed Cth-43 and Ur-89 forms to local department office, then your planet will be withdrawn from program. Also you have not submitted a Nk-33 this cycle, you need to do that.
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O5-1: What are yo-
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Unknown: If you have more questions, contact local office. Fare well, Mr. Ofiv-Un!
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O5-1: No, wait, do not-
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[END TRANSMISSION]
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All attempts to re-establish contact with the entity have failed.
Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-5281 is held in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-43 for twenty-three hours of each day. Its activities between 19:00 and 20:00 hours do not present a significant threat to the Veil.
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Archived Description: SCP-5281 is a being resembling an elderly male human, invariably dressed in period attire from late nineteenth-century Canada. Depending on its actions between 19:00 and 20:00 hours each day, it will accumulate extra articles of clothing or shed existing ones. It practices poor personal hygiene, speaks in unaccented French or English, and behaves cordially when spoken to.
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At 7:00 PM EST/EDT every day, SCP-5281 manifests a burlap sack through unknown means and disappears from its chamber. All attempts to arrest this process have failed.
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SCP-5281 is also capable of manifesting, at will, a small burlap pouch filled with silicon dioxide. This substance is capable of inducing sleep in subjects between the ages of five and ten years of age.
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Addendum 5281-1, Containment History: Precursor entities to the SCP Foundation and other longstanding normalcy-stabilizing organizations encountered SCP-5281 sporadically between 1919 and 1992, when it was finally apprehended. Its existence is attested in French-Canadian folklore as early as 1890.
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On 6 November 1992, Québec City police discovered an apparent vagrant living in Montmorency Park. When background checks on this vagrant failed, and his peculiar responses to their inquiries raised further suspicion, the investigating officers contacted the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. When the vagrant disappeared at 7:00 PM during interrogation and reappeared one hour later, the RCMP's Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce forwarded the case to the SCP Foundation..OSAT lacked the capacity to effectively detain anomalous humanoids indefinitely.
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On 9 November 1992 the vagrant was classified SCP-5281 and transferred to Site-43. Its initial containment interview is excerpted below.
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Interview Log
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Date: 10 November 1992
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Investigating Agent: Specialist N. Zaman (Psychology and Parapsychology Section)
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Specialist Zaman: Could you state your name, for the record?
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SCP-5281:Bonhomme Sept-Heures.
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Specialist Zaman: Uh… alright. What does that mean?
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SCP-5281: You don't speak French?
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SCP-5281 clucks its tongue chidingly.
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SCP-5281: It means "the seven o'clock man." There's a positive connotation to it.
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Specialist Zaman: Right, "bon" means "good."
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SCP-5281: You DO speak French!
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Specialist Zaman: Just the very basics.
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SCP-5281: Well, at any rate, the French like to call their mythological men "bonhomme." They think if they're properly respectful, they'll be protected.
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Specialist Zaman: Does it work?
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SCP-5281 chuckles.
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SCP-5281: No.
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Silence on recording.
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Specialist Zaman: So, where do you go at seven o'clock each night?
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SCP-5281: Oh, many places. I have to move quickly, you know, Québec is such a big place these days.
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Specialist Zaman: You're saying you go back to Québec?
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Specialist Zaman consults his notes.
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Specialist Zaman: It says here you were wearing three overcoats when OSAT brought you in. You're only wearing a light cape now. Why is that?
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SCP-5281: I'm feeling warmer.
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Specialist Zaman: Alright, but why is that?
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SCP-5281: Because I've eaten recently.
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Specialist Zaman: Oh, so you go out hunting?
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SCP-5281: In a manner of speaking.
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Specialist Zaman: What do you hunt?
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SCP-5281: Children.
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Silence on recording.
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Specialist Zaman: I beg your pardon?
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SCP-5281: For what?
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Specialist Zaman: You're telling me you… eat children?
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SCP-5281: Well, you did ask.
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SCP-5281 clarified that it only consumed children who had been instructed to sleep, or to return to their homes, before 7:00 PM each night. It prevented their escape by sprinkling anomalously-manifested sand in their eyes, somehow inducing a comatose state.
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The following day, Site-43 received the following letter from the Chief Superintendent of OSAT.
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ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE
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OCCULT AND SUPERNATURAL ACTIVITY TASKFORCE
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Police in the Province of Québec have been reporting the periodic abduction and subsequent murder of children by persons unknown since the turn of the century. These children are found partially eaten, the bite marks on their flesh and bone consistent with human teeth.
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No connection with the anomalous subject recently released to your custody was made until approximately seven o'clock last night, when said subject was spotted by an eyewitness in Ville-Marie, Montréal shortly before a new occurrence of this phenomenon. As presumably you are not in the habit of catching and releasing anomalous subjects, we expect an explanation at your earliest convenience.
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— Sergeant Benoit Gauthier, Chief Superintendent, OSAT
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OSAT was informed that they had only succeeded in capturing a single member of a larger collective of anomalous filial cannibals. They resultantly stepped up their surveillance of residential neighbourhoods in the province of Québec.
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While attempts were made to prevent SCP-5281 from escaping its chamber, including prototype reality anchors, special structural alloys and thaumaturgy, Specialist Zaman was instructed to continue interrogating SCP-5281. Selected excerpts from their interviews follow.
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Interview Log
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Date: 12-15 November 1992
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Investigating Agent: Specialist N. Zaman (Psychology and Parapsychology)
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Specialist Zaman: So, why is it that you eat… children.
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SCP-5281 shrugs.
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SCP-5281: I don't want to eat anything else.
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Specialist Zaman: Well, have you tried? We can get you any kind of food you like.
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SCP-5281: Oh, I don't eat food.
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Specialist Zaman: Beg pardon?
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SCP-5281: I don't get hungry. I've never been hungry. I've had the sensation described to me, so I understand what you mean when you say it, but it's as foreign to me as I am to you.
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Specialist Zaman: Then why… why do you…?
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SCP-5281: Because it's what I want to do.
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SCP-5281 points at Specialist Zaman's bottle of water.
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SCP-5281: Why do you drink that?
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Specialist Zaman: Because I need water to survive.
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SCP-5281: Oh. Well, that's not helpful then.
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Specialist Zaman: You don't need to eat children to survive?
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SCP-5281: No, of course not. Children have very few nutrients in them. More than babies, to be sure, but still. Most of them are all skin and bone!
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Specialist Zaman: You don't eat every day.
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SCP-5281: No.
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Specialist Zaman: And you get cold when you don't eat? Hence the extra clothing?
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SCP-5281: Oh, it's not that dramatic. I get colder, I suppose, but it's never truly uncomfortable. I just like to keep a rosy glow in my cheeks.
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SCP-5281 smiles.
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Specialist Zaman: How long have you gone without… feeding?
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SCP-5281: Oh, I once went as long as a month, just to see if I could.
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Specialist Zaman: What effect did that have?
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SCP-5281 shrugs.
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SCP-5281: I didn't really notice any effect.
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Specialist Zaman: So it doesn't even make you uncomfortable when you don't eat?
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SCP-5281: Not really.
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Specialist Zaman: Then why do you keep doing it?
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SCP-5281 appears confused.
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SCP-5281: Because I want to?
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Specialist Zaman: You do realize that children are people. Sapient human beings.
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SCP-5281: Of course. You know, I do put them to sleep before I eat them. I'm sure I mentioned that.
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Specialist Zaman: How considerate of you. But you do also realize that they have parents, who love them. Who will miss them when they're gone.
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SCP-5281: Yes, of course.
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Specialist Zaman: And yet…
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SCP-5281: Go on?
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Specialist Zaman: And yet you still eat them?
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SCP-5281 sighs.
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SCP-5281: We get along well, you and I, but your fixation on this one element of my personality is really beginning to grate on me.
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Specialist Zaman: What I'm… what I'm saying is, you don't need to do this.
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SCP-5281: But I enjoy it.
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Specialist Zaman: But you don't need to do it! You could just stop!
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SCP-5281: I don't want to stop.
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Specialist Zaman: I don't even understand your motivations here. It doesn't make sense.
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SCP-5281: It doesn't make sense to me that you die of old age, or need to drink water, or need to bathe. These things don't make any sense to me. I know what I am, Noor, and I act accordingly. Do you know who you are?
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After the conclusion of this final interview Specialist Zaman presented the following proposal to Dr. V.L. Scout, Director of Site-43.
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I propose the immediate subjection of SCP-5281 to decommissioning procedures. There can be no moral excuse for retaining it, given its proclivities, and I do not foresee any negative consequences to its elimination.
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This matter is time-sensitive; each day that passes carries the potential for increasing the number of its victims.
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— Noor Zaman, Psychology and Parapsychology
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Dr. Scout immediately forwarded this information, and Specialist Zaman's notes, to the Ethics Committee. Three days later the Committee sent a representative to discuss the matter in greater detail.
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Meeting Log
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Date: 18 November 1992
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Present: Dr. J. Cimmerian (Ethics Committee), Specialist N. Zaman (Psychology and Parapsychology)
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Dr. Cimmerian: I must say you run a very humane Site.
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Specialist Zaman: Yes, well, we try.
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Dr. Cimmerian: He seems perfectly comfortable. Very pleasant to talk to, as well.
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Specialist Zaman: We've noticed.
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Dr. Cimmerian: I'll have to go over the file again, but as of this moment I can't think of anything the Ethics Committee would take issue with.
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Specialist Zaman: I beg your pardon?
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Dr. Cimmerian: What?
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Specialist Zaman: He eats children.
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Dr. Cimmerian: Yes, well, don't put any children in there with him. You weren't going to, were you?
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Specialist Zaman shakes his head.
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Specialist Zaman: He leaves his chamber. To eat children.
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Dr. Cimmerian attempts to reply unsuccessfully for several seconds.
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Dr. Cimmerian: You let him out of his—
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Specialist Zaman: HE TELEPORTS OUT OF HIS CHAMBER…
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Specialist Zaman takes a deep breath.
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Specialist Zaman: He teleports out of his chamber, to Québec, and he hunts down children, and he eats them.
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Silence on recording.
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Dr. Cimmerian: You need to clarify the description in the file. That's, that's… okay. Well that's abhorrent, but…
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Specialist Zaman: But?
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Dr. Cimmerian: But I don't think the Ethics Committee… okay. How often does he do this?
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Specialist Zaman: About once a month.
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Dr. Cimmerian: So, twelve children per year?
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Specialist Zaman: I suppose?
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Dr. Cimmerian: Do you know what the birth rate in Québec is, offhand? We need to figure out percentages here.
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Specialist Zaman struggles to answer. Dr. Cimmerian raises a hand to interrupt him.
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Dr. Cimmerian: Overwatch is going to ask me these questions, you understand? And if they don't think the risk of disrupting normalcy is too high, they're going to refuse your decommissioning request. If you can't make a strong enough case, I won't even pass it along; I have to pick my battles carefully, they barely take us seriously as it is.
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Specialist Zaman: You've got to be kidding.
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Dr. Cimmerian: If I was going to kid you, I'd pick a funnier topic than child cannibalism.
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Specialist Zaman: There must be something we can do.
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Dr. Cimmerian shrugs.
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Dr. Cimmerian: You could try asking him to eat less.
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Specialist Zaman subsequently proposed a new activity to SCP-5281: stalking its targets, but not consuming them. SCP-5281 agreed to attempt this approach for a brief period, and unexplained child fatalities in the Province of Québec dropped off sharply. On 18 January 1993, however, police discovered the mutilated body of an eight-year-old boy in Laval, Québec. Specialist Zaman interviewed SCP-5281 to determine its involvement.
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Interview Log
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Date: 18 January 1993
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Investigating Agent: Specialist N. Zaman (Psychology and Parapsychology)
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Specialist Zaman: Did you eat Philippe Macard?
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SCP-5281: I don't know who that is.
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Specialist Zaman: He's a little boy who used to live in Laval.
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SCP-5281: I knew lots of little boys who used to live in Laval. Do you have a photograph?
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Specialist Zaman slides two photographs across the table. SCP-5281 examines them both, then taps one with his fingers.
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SCP-5281: This one's messy. You could've just given me the headshot.
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Specialist Zaman: I wanted to remind you of what you did.
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SCP-5281 regards Specialist Zaman carefully.
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SCP-5281: You seem different today, Noor. Colder.
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Silence on recording.
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SCP-5281: Or is that cold rage?
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Silence on recording. SCP-5281 snaps its fingers suddenly.
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SCP-5281: I know that look. I once saw it on a man's face when he discovered what I'd done. I watched him through the window of his daughter's bedroom. I wanted to see… well. All that talk about how I was making the parents of these children feel, I wanted to see it. You were right, he was very upset. Just like you are now.
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Silence on recording.
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SCP-5281: Congratulations are obviously in order! Is it a boy, or a girl?
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Specialist Zaman deactivates the recording device.
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Specialist Zaman was relieved of his interview duties after brutally assaulting SCP-5281. He requested permanent reassignment to a different dossier, citing "a layered conflict of interest"; as no other personnel were sufficiently familiar with SCP-5281, this request was denied.
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On 12 March 1994, a convoy carrying sensitive Foundation documents from Site-43 to Site-19 was waylaid by parties unknown and its contents stolen. The following day, a letter from the Undersecretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition was delivered to Site-43.
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Director Scout,
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I hope this letter finds you well. We have not had cause to communicate before, and should we have cause again in the future, I hope the circumstances will be more pleasant.
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We are aligned in our pursuit of the greater good. On that basis, we have turned a blind eye to some of your more unsavoury practices, even those which directly contravene the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
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In relation to the SCP object designated 5281, however, we must strenuously differ. Don't ask why. You know why.
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What possible harm to the greater good could the destruction of this object effect? Destroy it, and soon, or there will be repercussions.
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A copy of this letter has been forwarded to the O5 Council.
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— D.C. al Fine, Undersecretary-General, Global Occult Coalition
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The O5 Council informed the Undersecretary-General that the Foundation had already decommissioned SCP-5281, and that it had subsequently remanifested outside of containment. This cover was relayed to Dr. Scout, for purposes of consistent messaging. Director Scout inquired as to whether the GOC had been responsible for waylaying the convoy; he was instructed not to press the issue further.
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Specialist Zaman continued to interview SCP-5281 sporadically, though he successfully requested a transfer to the Hiring and Regulation Section in 1994. He issued frequent complaints about the continuance of his interview duties, which he considered unduly onerous. He also frequently requested that SCP-5281 be considered for decommissioning, resulting in the meeting excerpted below.
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Meeting Log
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Date: 5 February 1995
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Present: Dir. C. Bold (Decommissioning Department), Specialist N. Zaman (Hiring and Regulation)
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Director Bold: So, I've been over the file, and I've talked to the guy. I'm disgusted, for the record, let's get that out in the open so we can agree that he's terrible.
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Specialist Zaman: Yes. He's terrible.
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Director Bold: Friendly, likable even, but extremely… terrible.
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Specialist Zaman: Yes.
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Director Bold: The fact that he leaves his chamber at will, and what he does while he's out there…
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Director Bold pauses for a moment.
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Director Bold: To move forward, which we absolutely should be doing, I just need one question answered.
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Specialist Zaman: Shoot.
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Director Bold: Do you know what he is?
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Specialist Zaman: Pardon?
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Director Bold: Do you know what he is? How he came to be? What he's made of, what his origin is?
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Silence on recording.
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Specialist Zaman: No.
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Director Bold: Is he a mythological figure? A god? An atemporal creature, existing in all timelines, or at all times at once?
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Specialist Zaman: I don't know.
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Director Bold: Is he a thoughtform? An element of the public imaginary, interwoven into French Canadian society?
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Specialist Zaman: I don't know.
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Director Bold: Is he—
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Specialist Zaman: I DON'T KNOW!
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Specialist Zaman stands up, and paces around the room.
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Specialist Zaman: I don't know.
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Director Bold: So if we were to attempt his decommissioning, can you say it wouldn't drive everyone in Québec insane, or change the past, or create a multiversal paradox? Please understand me here: I want to help you get rid of this thing. I don't like uncontrolled variables, and I really don't like murderous uncontrolled variables. Can you tell me anything about what he is, deep down inside, that would help me make the case that we're safer, better off, with him gone?
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Silence on recording.
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Specialist Zaman:[Quietly] He eats children.
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Director Bold stands up.
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Director Bold: Please don't drop this, I'm on your side. Keep talking to him. Find out if he knows what he is.
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Specialist Zaman:[Quietly] I don't want to keep talking to him.
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Director Bold: Pardon?
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Specialist Zaman sighs.
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Specialist Zaman: Nothing, sir. Thank you, sir.
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Specialist Zaman pressed the issue with SCP-5281 for several weeks without success. SCP-5281 finally agreed to be more forthcoming if Specialist Zaman joined it for periodic recreation activities; despite strenuous objections, Specialist Zaman was instructed to accede to this request. The following interview was the eventual result.
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Interview Log
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Date: 12 June 1995
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Investigating Agent: Specialist N. Zaman (Hiring and Regulation)
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Specialist Zaman and SCP-5281 are playing chess in its containment chamber.
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Specialist Zaman: What can you tell me about your origins?
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SCP-5281: Probably not much more than you could tell me about yours.
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Specialist Zaman: What created you?
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SCP-5281: My parents, I should imagine. I wasn't really there at the time.
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Specialist Zaman sighs.
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Specialist Zaman: We're trying to figure out if you're actually a human being, or if you're something more… complex.
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SCP-5281: Like what?
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Specialist Zaman: Like… I don't know. Like a myth, or something dreamed into existence by the French Canadian collective unconscious.
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SCP-5281 bursts into laughter.
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SCP-5281: That's really too much.
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Specialist Zaman frowns.
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Specialist Zaman: We've found things like that, you know. Recently even.
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SCP-5281: Well, bully for you. I doubt I'm one of them.
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Specialist Zaman executes a chess move.
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Specialist Zaman: Your move.
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Specialist Zaman sighs.
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Specialist Zaman: You could be a figment of the imagination of a lot of very traumatized little minds. A boogeyman. We have a whole technical glossary to describe beings like y— Like that.
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SCP-5281 executes a chess move.
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SCP-5281: I'm sorry to disappoint you, Noor, but I'm just a man who eats children. You're overthinking this.
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Silence on recording.
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SCP-5281: Your move.
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On 6 January 1996, an embedded Maxwellist mole was discovered at Site-43. Retaliatory attacks on the Site's data servers by the Church of Maxwellism ensued, with unclear results.
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The following day, Director Scout received a pair of letters from OSAT and the GOC demanding to know why they had been misinformed as to the status of SCP-5281. With O5 approval, Director Scout agreed to meet with Sergeant Gauthier and D.C. al Fine at Site-43. Director Bold, Dr. Cimmerian and Specialist Zaman were also invited to attend.
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Meeting Log
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Date: 8 January 1996
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Present: Undersecretary-General D.C. al Fine (Global Occult Coalition), Dr. J. Cimmerian (Ethics Committee), Dir. C. Bold (Decommissioning Department), Sergeant B. Gauthier (OSAT), Dr. V.L. Scout, Specialist N. Zaman (Hiring and Regulation)
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Dr. Scout: Thank you all for coming.
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Sergeant Gauthier: As if you wanted this.
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Dir. Bold: Maybe we did. That depends on you.
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Sergeant Gauthier: What's that supposed to mean?
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Dir. Bold: Give me a good reason, a very good reason, to decommission this object, and I will pursue it as a matter of Directorial prerogative.
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Undersecretary-General al Fine: There is zero proof that this anomaly was causing serious concealment problems out in the wild. All it did was confuse a few cops, and scare a few passers-by in the park. Containing it isn't helping to maintain your Veil, is my point. All you're doing is keeping it comfortable while it goes around eating children.
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Dr. Scout: Therefore?
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Undersecretary-General al Fine: Therefore, you're not advancing the GOC's goals by keeping this thing alive. We believe that any anomaly which can be safely and secretly destroyed, should be destroyed.
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Dr. Scout: Well, you don't make an issue about anything else we've got locked up here.
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Undersecretary-General al Fine: Nothing else you have locked up here eats children. Our mission statement doesn't specifically state our opposition to things which do that, but it's pretty strongly implied.
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Sergeant Gauthier: And you don't even have it locked up! Not really. OSAT has stayed out of your way for decades, Scout, but this thing is killing kids in Québec. Regularly. We're tired of cleaning up your mess, and I'm strongly considering…
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Dr. Scout: What?
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Sergeant Gauthier: I think I need to have a talk with the Prime Minister about how much cooperation we want to extend to you, in the future.
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Dr. Scout: Hm.
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Dr. Cimmerian: Has anyone asked 5281 if he even cares what happens to him?
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Silence on recording.
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Specialist Zaman: It's never come up. I've never broached the topic of his decommissioning before.
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Dr. Cimmerian: Well, to be frank, at this point the ethics math is pretty clear. He's got to have a body count in the hundreds by now, and if he doesn't care whether he lives or dies, I don't see any Committee objection to putting him down.
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Dir. Bold: From what I've seen from your interviews, Specialist, he certainly doesn't think he's an inextricable cultural element. And considering the effects of your… outburst, in 1993, he would appear to be as fragile as any human being. His Decommissioning might be a very simple affair, logistically, and the benefits are extremely obvious. I really don't see any downsides, to be honest.
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Dr. Scout: It's good to have you both on board, but that won't be enough to convince O5 to destroy an object that still has little to no effect on the Veil.
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Undersecretary-General al Fine: You know what might?
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Sergeant Gauthier: I move we retire to our respective offices, and start drafting letters.
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On the receipt of ultimatums from the Global Occult Coalition and OSAT, threatening punitive action against and reduced cooperation with the SCP Foundation, the O5 Council instructed Dir. Bold to submit a final decommissioning proposal for SCP-5281.
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SCP Object Decommissioning Proposal Form
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+Item #: SCP-5281
+Object Class: Da'aS Elyon
+Head Researcher: Specialist N. Zaman
+Supporting Personnel:
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Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian - Representing Ethics Committee
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Dr. V.L. Scout - Representing Site-43
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Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal:
+☐ Excessively High Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario
+☑ Excessive Danger
+☐ Ability to Decom. Apollyon-Class Object
+☑ Expense
+☑ Ethical Concerns Over Necessary Containment
+☐ Legal Concerns
+☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s):____)
+☑ Other (please state): Serious impairment of Foundation activities in Canada with reduced support from the Global Occult Coalition and the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce should this object remain active — Specialist Zaman
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Summary: It is no longer morally or logistically feasible to allow this SCP object to continue its activities unimpaired. As it has proven unwilling to rein itself in, it must be humanely decommissioned — Dir. C. Bold
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SCP-5281 was decommissioned on 3 April 1996. It spoke only the following words before its death by lethal injection: "Dormez bien, mes enfants." Specialist Zaman did not attend the decommissioning.
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The SCP-5281-D file was closed until the following year, when Sergeant Gauthier again approached Site-43 for consultation.
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Meeting Log
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Date: 17 July 1997
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Present: Chief N. Zaman (Hiring and Regulation), Sergeant B. Gauthier (OSAT)
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Chief Zaman: What's this about, sergeant?
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Sergeant Gauthier: OSAT has a new anomaly for your consideration. Well… maybe not so new.
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Chief Zaman: Meaning?
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Sergeant Gauthier: We're seeing a remarkable uptick in cases of insomnia in Québec. Fifteen percent of children between the ages of five and ten are incapable of going to sleep at night.
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Silence on recording.
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Chief Zaman: "Sleep well, my children." Good god.
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Sergeant Gauthier: What?
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Chief Zaman: Oh, no.
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Sergeant Gauthier: What? What are you thinking?
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Chief Zaman: He disappeared every night, but he only ate about once a month.
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Silence on recording.
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Sergeant Gauthier: You think he put all the children in Québec to sleep every night? Is that what you're telling me?
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Chief Zaman: I mean… it's… it's possible?
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Sergeant Gauthier: Wouldn't he have told you about it, if that was the case?
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Chief Zaman rubs his eyes.
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Chief Zaman: I'm sure he would've, if I'd asked him.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the events of September 2, 2015, Foundation agents embedded in the automotive industry are to monitor for signs of SCP-5384's influence. In the event that SCP-5384 is rediscovered, it is to be contained in a standard humanoid chamber at Site-48. Public knowledge regarding SCP-5384 is to be suppressed by Foundation webcrawlers.
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SCP-5384-A is to be dismantled with a Foundation-front business constructed on the vacated land.
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Civilians who have already received vehicles from SCP-5384 are to be identified and amnesticized of knowledge regarding the anomaly. Such individuals are permitted to keep their vehicles following initiation of auto loans through Foundation-front companies.
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Description: SCP-5384 refers to an adult male human with the given name "Larry Matkins". It is the sole proprietor of SCP-5384-A: the Matkins Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram automotive dealership in San Joaquin, California, USA.
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SCP-5384 possesses the ability to manipulate corporate bureaucratic structures through unknown means, bypassing all legal procedures and prerequisites. Its alterations are legally recognized and honored by all involved parties; whether this is due to a compulsive effect or a natural inclination by those involved to obey recognized legalities is uncertain.
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SCP-5384 is believed to possess a secondary anomalous ability to collect information regarding classified organizations behind the Veil. SCP-5384 has only used this ability to contact the Foundation; inquiry into this ability has been denied due to risk of an informational breach.
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SCP-5384 has used its abilities to legally require Fiat-Chrysler Automobiles1 to allocate new motor vehicles to SCP-5384-A without any form of payment. SCP-5384 freely distributes these vehicles at no cost to any individual who solicits it; applicable initial registration, sales, and gift taxes are paid by SCP-5384 on behalf of the customer.2
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Vehicles distributed by SCP-5384 do not possess anomalous properties. Individuals are not under any compulsion to accept a vehicle from SCP-5384; many civilians naturally accepted the offer due to the financial advantage of receiving a free car.
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Addendum 01: SCP-5384 was discovered by the Foundation in June 2015 when routine social media surveillance revealed widely distributed advertisements promoting SCP-5384-A. Most commercials featured SCP-5384 exclaiming to the screen regarding its "Special Unlimited Time Offers!" for "The Hottest New American Cars and Trucks!".
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Notably, civilian discourse was initially skeptical of the validity of SCP-5384, until individuals who visited it out of curiosity confirmed the anomaly to the public. An agent from Site-48 was dispatched to determine if SCP-5384 possessed anomalous properties or was simply an exceedingly generous, non-anomalous individual.
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Agent Choudhury in plainclothes.
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Transcript 5384-1
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Personnel Present: Agent Charles Choudhury
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Subject: SCP-5384
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Location: SCP-5384-A
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Date: July 4, 2015
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<Begin Log>
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Agent Choudhury drives onto SCP-5384-A's front lot in his Foundation-issued Mitsubishi Galant. He exits the vehicle and begins to traverse the lot on foot, observing the large amounts of new automobiles on display. He eventually spots SCP-5384 speaking to two civilians.
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SCP-5384:<to the civilians> …this Fourth of July sale will last indefinitely! Just come back anytime if you change your mind!
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The civilians nod their heads, thank SCP-5384, and walk away. SCP-5384 turns around to face Agent Choudhury.
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SCP-5384: Oh, hello sir! My name is Lawrence Ignacio Matkins, or "Larry" for short. What's yours?
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Choudhury: Um… it's Charles… Choudhury.
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SCP-5384: What kind of transportation are you looking for, Charles? We've got a fresh shipment of Chargers, with the factory plastic on the seats and the bumper guards on! Or maybe you're into trucks instead?
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Choudhury: I'm not interested in your cars, Mr. Matkins. I'd just like to ask some questions about who you are and the business you run.
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SCP-5384: But of course! I'm always happy to talk about what I do. Say Charles, why don't we get a little exercise outside, walk around the lot so you can choose the Dodge of your dreams? Let me show you around!
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The two begin to walk around SCP-5384-A.
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Choudhury: So Mr. Matkins, how long have you been in business?
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SCP-5384: Well, I'mma be honest Charles, I've just opened up last month. But I've been with Chrysler- sorry, Fiat-Chrysler as they're known now, for my entire career.
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Choudhury: When did you start working for the company?
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SCP-5384: Since the 80s. Graduated high school in '76, moved to the Midwest for college, and started out scrubbing toilets in AMC'sKenosha plant in Wisconsin. Then Chrysler bought AMC and it was all up from there. I even managed an entire design team at one point.
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Choudhury: And now you get to run your own dealership?
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SCP-5384: Yep! Moved back here, mostly to keep my distance from the company execs. They're… quite some people to deal with. How about you, Charles? Where are you from?
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Choudhury: Bangladesh. Moved to the US about ten years ago for… work.
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SCP-5384: How are you liking America, Charles?
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Choudhury: There's certainly a lot more space for everyone.
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SCP-5384: True, America is unique in our access to larger, more powerful cars. That's another reason why I stuck with Mopar,3 no one else on the market offers a V8 powered sedan quite like these 300s!
Choudhury: That brings me to my next point, Mr. Matkins. Why are you giving away free cars?
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SCP-5384: Well, I'm just trying to do something good for the community.
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Choudhury: So you give away cars out of generosity? Where does the money come from? What's the business strategy behind it all?
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SCP-5384: There's more to life than money, Charles. I love to make people jump for joy when I hand them the keys to their new car, no strings attached! Of course, they're always skeptical at first, looking at me with distrustful eyes. But as I show them my lack of clauses, red tape, and monthly payments, their eyes slowly light up with delight. That's what keeps me going, Charles.
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Agent Choudhury glances at a red pickup truck on the lot as the two walk past it.
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SCP-5384: Oh, It seems like we've found the truck for you! I'll let you drive off in this brand new Ram 1500 Laramie Crew Cab in Deep Cherry Pearl today!
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Choudhury: Sir, as I've said, I'm not here to buy this truck, or any truck for that matter. I already have a car.
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SCP-5384: Don't worry, you can keep your old Mitsubishi, no trade-ins necessary! Did you know that Dodge and Mitsubishi used to be business partners back in the 80s? It's true!
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Choudhury: That's a company car anyway, it doesn't belong to me.
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SCP-5384: Well, what company do you work for? I'll give them an entire fleet of vans, trucks, and SUVs when I get the chance!
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Choudhury: Um… they don't need any fleet cars.
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SCP-5384: Well, when they do, make sure to let them know about me, I'll hook them up! Speaking of hooking up, let's talk more about your new Ram in my office.
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Choudhury: Sir, as I've said, I'm not-
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SCP-5384: It's only a fifteen to thirty minute consultation, no strings attached, no obligations! You can walk out at any point you'd like!
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At this point, Mission Control requests Agent Choudhury through his earpiece to oblige SCP-5384 in its request for the purpose of experimentation.
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Choudhury: Hmm… I guess I've got time.
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[EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED]
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Agent Choudhury is seated with SCP-5384 in the latter's office. SCP-5384 presents some documents to Agent Choudhury.4
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SCP-5384: So here are the papers the DMV requires me to show you before you can drive off in your new Ram 1500! Of course, I will pay your sales tax and initial registration fee, although next year's registration is up to you! Oh, I'll also need you to write down your insurance details, don't worry, first year's on me as well!
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Choudhury: I still don't understand why you're giving away brand new cars. Does the manufacturer allow you to do so?
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SCP-5384: Well, we had our… disagreements, but eventually I figured out how to get them on my side.
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Choudhury: How exactly were you able to convince them?
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SCP-5384 hesitates.
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SCP-5384: It's… kind of a long story. Enough talking about me, I wouldn't want to bore you, after all. Let's focus on signing off on your new RAM!
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Mission Control instructs Agent Choudhury not to sign any documents, and to begin attempts to end the interview.
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Choudhury: Um… I'm not ready to sign just yet. I need to talk with… my wife? About the truck?
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SCP-5384: You're married? I didn't see a ring.
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Choudhury: It's… we don't wear wedding rings where I'm from.
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SCP-5384: My bad Charles, I meant no offense. Bring the missus here and I'll show her that not only am I legitimate, but I'll give her a brand new car as well!
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Choudhury: Would it be fine with you if I took these documents with me?
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SCP-5384: Well, of course! Get your lawyer to look at them as well, they'll find no clauses, no catches! You can bring them here as well, I'll give them a car too!
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Agent Choudhury stands up and grabs the papers.
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Choudhury: Thank you for the offer, Mr. Matkins, but I need to get going.
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SCP-5384: Don't worry about rushing, this is an unlimited time offer! I'll reserve that truck just for you, Charles. Just come by anytime and claim it!
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Choudhury: Are you sure you'll remember who I am?
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SCP-5384: Of course, Charles! In my three decades at Chrysler, I've never forgotten a face.
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Agent Choudhury nods his head and exits SCP-5384's office.
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<End Log>
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The documents provided to Agent Choudhury were examined by Foundation legal experts. No clauses specifying deferred payments, soul transfers, or other esoteric payment methods were ascertained.
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Initial investigation into SCP-5384's operations revealed its anomalous alterations to Fiat-Chrysler's distribution dynamics; recovered documents also suggested that it has always been designed to only supply SCP-5384 with vehicles. Civilian distribution personnel interviewed expressed confusion regarding these alterations, but still chose to obey them.
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Due to these qualities, SCP-5384 was assigned SCP classification on July 6, 2015. Investigation to identify all civilians who have received vehicles from SCP-5384 began, with standard social media expungement enacted. Preparations began to detain SCP-5384 at Site-48 for further inquiry.
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Document 5384-1
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Addendum 02: On July 7, 2015, SCP-5384 infiltrated Site-48's internal communications network with an image, designated Document 5384-1, in an attempt to contact Agent Choudhury. An informational breach was declared, and Foundation agents were dispatched to SCP-5384-A to detain SCP-5384 and transport it to containment.
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During detainment, SCP-5384 attempted to resist by verbally expressing its disapproval; it was otherwise contained successfully. Foundation agents successfully constructed a perimeter fence around SCP-5384-A, with all remaining vehicles seized for reallocation to other dealerships.
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An interview was conducted following initial containment; Agent Choudhury was selected due to his prior experience with SCP-5384.
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Transcript 5384-2
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Personnel Present: Agent Charles Choudhury
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Subject: SCP-5384
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Location: Site-48
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Date: July 7, 2015
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<Begin Log>
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Agent Choudhury enters the containment chamber. SCP-5384 is seated at the table, and stands up to greet Agent Choudhury.
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SCP-5384: Hello, Charles! Are you ready to pick up your new pickup?
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Choudhury: Actually, Mr. Matkins… er, are you okay with being called "SCP-5384" from now on?
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SCP-5384: Interesting, that's what the others started calling me too! I'm not sure why you guys want to call me by a license plate number?
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Choudhury: It's a formality.
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SCP-5384: Speaking of which, I unfortunately can't give you your new truck while I'm stuck here. I tried to explain that to the others, but uh… they didn't seem to hear me. Would you be willing to explain to them why I can't-
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Choudhury: SCP-5384, I'm not interested in your offer. I'm just here to ask some more questions.
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SCP-5384: Um… what's this about?
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Choudhury: First question: how did you manipulate the logistics of Fiat-Chrysler to supply cars to your dealership?
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SCP-5384: What's that supposed to mean? I went through the typical dealer application process.
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Choudhury: That's not what we found. Apparently, only your dealership has been retroactively allocated shipments of cars, leaving out all the other locations. There's also a lot of discrepancies regarding who's supposed to be in charge of what at the headquarters.
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SCP-5384: Oh, was that me?
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Choudhury: Sir, how did you figure out how to change Chrysler's legalities? Was it a difficult process?
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SCP-5384 scoffs.
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SCP-5384: Charles, it's not that hard to figure out when you've worked somewhere for three decades. Eventually you'll learn how to navigate the company's red tape.
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Choudhury: Could you elaborate?
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SCP-5384: I figured out that there were… bits in their structure, in the legalities… that didn't quite fit together. One day, it all clicked together in my mind, I realized how to change it by myself without anyone else noticing. Honestly… once I figured it out, I felt a little silly because the answer was right in front of me this entire time. All I needed to do was, firstly, to… um…
SCP-5384: Your… your group is trying to undo all my work! You're shutting down my dealership!
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Choudhury: Well… yes. Why'd you think we brought you here?
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SCP-5384: All I did was give away free cars. What exactly is wrong with that? Explain to me why I shouldn't be allowed to continue.
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Choudhury: You managed to manipulate an entire company's structure without going through the required legal process. Additionally, you managed to contact our organization, even though we're not supposed to be publicly known.
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SCP-5384: I looked in the phone book.
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Choudhury: Right… could you elaborate?
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SCP-5384: Charles, I have done nothing wrong. You'll find that my business is perfectly legal, thank you very much. By attempting to destroy it, your group is acting illegally and that is something I will not stand for.
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Choudhury: SCP-5384, we are taking the steps to correct the situation because of your anomalous influence. If you refuse to tell me or anyone else how you managed to change Chrysler's bureaucracy, then I cannot continue this interaction further.
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SCP-5384: Charles, what do you mean "anomalous"? Is that why you keep-
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Choudhury: Refusing your offer, yes. I'm not allowed to take concessions from SCP anomalies like you, it'd be a conflict of interest.
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SCP-5384: I didn't mean it as a bribe, Charles. And I find your labeling of me as an "anomaly" with a license plate number as rather insulting.
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Choudhury: Once again sir, if you won't tell me how you changed Chrysler, I cannot continue this conversation.
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SCP-5384: Alright, then. I don't want to talk further as well. Goodbye, Charles.
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SCP-5384 turns to face away from Agent Choudhury. The latter proceeds to exit the room, sealing the door behind him.
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<End Log>
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Analysis of SCP-5384-A sales documents were completed soon after; an estimated 650 vehicles were given away at no cost. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-33 ("Ford Pintos") was dispatched on July 9, 2015 to apprehend recipients for amnestization and initiation of standard auto loans.
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SCP-5384's claimed method of contacting Site-48 through a telephone directory was partially substantiated, as a number of Foundation-front companies were indeed listed in public directories. However, its process of infiltrating Site-48's communications using only such information could not be replicated.
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Addendum 03: In-depth analysis of Fiat-Chrysler's altered dynamics revealed the extent of SCP-5384's abilities. It was found responsible for having altered the company's structure to remove any executive power from specific company officers, to prevent them from taking internal actions against SCP-5384 and its business strategy.
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Additionally, government records regarding the automaker have been similarly modified; no record of any individual amending these documents were recovered. The accounting system had also been altered, with many low-level employees receiving increases in salary at the expense of the company executives.
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On July 10, 2015, the Foundation Department of Legalities began Operation 5384-MONRONEY to draft a new article of incorporation officially restoring Fiat-Chrysler's former structure.
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The following interview was conducted with one of the company officers whose executive power was removed by SCP-5384.
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Martin Strandberg.
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Transcript 5384-3
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Personnel Involved: Researcher Naomi Bradley
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Subject: Former Fiat-Chrysler Chief Operational Officer Martin Strandberg
Researcher Bradley enters Strandberg's office, who is seated at his desk.
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Strandberg: Oh, you're the lady from the Society of Corporate Productivity?
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Bradley: Correct, my name is Naomi Bradley, mid-level analyst. You are Martin Strandberg?
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Strandberg: Yes. We both know why you're here, there's been a terrible mistake… rather, some form of espionage. Tried to call our legal team as soon as I found out, only to learn that they've been disbanded without me knowing.
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Bradley: It's a good thing we're here to help your company get back on track.
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Strandberg: Yes… have you found out who's behind the attack?
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Bradley: Do you know anything about a… "Lawrence Matkins"?
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Strandberg: Him? It was him?!
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Strandberg gets up from his chair and begins to pace around his office.
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Strandberg: I can't believe this. How did he do it? How was he able to… how could he do this to us?
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Bradley: Sir, I'd like to know about Matkins' history with your company. It could help us decipher his modus operandi.
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Strandberg ceases pacing around and faces Researcher Bradley.
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Strandberg: Matkins was a busybody who kept complaining about every single decision the board made that he didn't like. He failed to understand why we made the decisions we did. A couple of times, he tried to argue with the CEO directly… back when we had a CEO position, but it seems like he's taken that away from us.
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Bradley: We did a quick audit of the company's digital records; none of them mention a CEO position anymore. In fact, some of them state that Lee Iacocca was a janitor at a plant in Wisconsin.
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Strandberg: But our physical paper records should have all the correct info, right?
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Bradley: Our team is still filing through it all, but a lot of-
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Strandberg: A lot of them were digitized to save money, that's right…
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Strandberg groans and puts his hands against his face in frustration.
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Bradley: Was Matkins ever let go from his position at any point?
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Strandberg: Well… I think he was popular with a lot of the lower-ranking employees, so when we'd threaten to fire him, he'd go out and make a hubbub about it to everyone, the workers would complain, and eventually HR would override us. Or…
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Bradley: Maybe he'd already figured out a loophole to keep his job?
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Strandberg: Perhaps. I knew we should've looked into how he kept sticking around, but… well, we had other things to do. Besides, Matkins was just one voice in a crowd, he never had that much power over anything important… until now.
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Bradley: I see, the responsibility of the investigation fell into the cracks of the company's dynamic.
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Strandberg: Right. It's just… you know how big companies like ours have a lot of moving parts?
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Bradley: Of course, it gets so big that no one has a complete grasp on how it all fits together, letting inefficiencies and dissenters hide under the radar.
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Strandberg: Exactly! It's impressive that Matkins managed to change so much, because it would've required him to understand the entire thing before making any changes. Then again…
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Bradley: What's that?
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Strandberg: That man never seemed to forget anything we did that he hated… I guess his understanding of the company accumulated over time.
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Bradley: I'm sure he learned over the years.
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A short silence.
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Bradley: There's something I wanted to mention, Mr. Strandberg. It's interesting that you and your personnel seem to respect these changes, even though they were done without anyone's permission.
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Strandberg: What were we supposed to do? Matkins went out of his way to tamper with the incorporation article at the Secretary of State. I can't just disobey the new rules, that'd still be an offense.
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Bradley: Who would care?
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Strandberg: It's… just about the principle of the thing. Even when the board and I made decisions that Matkins didn't like, we still followed the company's rules and regulations. Matkins wanted to subvert those rules to the point of changing them himself. Subverting the new rules would… make us just as bad as Matkins.
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Bradley: It's not the time to stick to principles, Mr. Strandberg.
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Strandberg: Well… they're still something I'm proud of, and I wouldn't want to throw them out just because a man with a grudge wants us to. When something hits the fan, how you behave is all that's left, and I'd rather not stoop low like Matkins did.
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Bradley: I understand. It's nice to see businessmen who choose to play by the rules, even if they change.
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Strandberg: Thank you, Miss…
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Bradley: Mrs. Bradley.
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Strandberg: Yes, Mrs. Bradley.
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A short silence.
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Strandberg: There's still the how that's missing.
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Bradley: The "how" might not actually matter in the end. What matters is fixing the damage that's been done.
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Strandberg: What if he comes back?
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Bradley: Matkins has been arrested in California on charges of corporate espionage, so he's fully out of the picture.
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Strandberg sighs in relief.
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Strandberg: What was he doing in California, anyway? Do you know?
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Bradley: He… opened a dealership to give away your products for free.
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Strandberg stares at Bradley.
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Strandberg: That's… that's it?
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Bradley: As far as we know Mr. Strandberg, that's what he's been up to so far.
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Strandberg: He thinks he's Oprah or something? Went behind our backs to change everything just so he can give away our cars for free?
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Bradley: We're still looking into his exact motives.
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Strandberg sighs again.
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Strandberg: If all he wanted was to give away free cars, then why would he go through the trouble of editing our history?
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Bradley: Perhaps he wanted to demonstrate his abilities… just because?
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Strandberg: No… he wanted to mock us. Why else would he make Iacocca a janitor? He wanted to make fun of us while delaying our efforts to stop him.
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Bradley: Speaking of stopping him, due to the mess he's left, our current proposition is to… well, start all over.
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Strandberg: Incorporate a new replacement Fiat-Chrysler?
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Bradley: Correct. Our team is actually drafting the replacement article of incorporation right now.
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Strandberg: Wait, really? Where are they?
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Bradley: I'll lead you to them, Mr. Strandberg. Follow me.
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The two begin to walk out of the office.
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Strandberg: Gotta make sure to make myself the new CEO…
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The two exit Strandberg's office. Researcher Bradley closes the door behind them.
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<End Log>
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On July 14, 2015, the schematics for Operation 5384-MONRONEY were fully drafted, and implementation efforts officially began. The project involved civilian employees of the automaker, who will be amnesticized following its completion.
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Addendum 04: Due to SCP-5384's involvement in Fiat-Chrysler, its cooperation was required to complete Operation 5384-MONRONEY. Its signature was required on the new article of incorporation drafted for the automaker due to a legal technicality.
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An interview was scheduled to coerce SCP-5384 into giving its signature for Operation 5384-MONRONEY. Agent Choudhury was selected once again to perform this interview.
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Transcript 5384-4
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Personnel Involved: Agent Charles Choudhury
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Subject: SCP-5384
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Location: Site-48
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Date: July 18, 2015
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-5384 is in its containment chamber, sitting in a chair facing the wall and away from the door. Agent Choudhury enters with the requisite legal documents for SCP-5384 to sign.
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Choudhury: SCP-5384?
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SCP-5384 continues to face the wall.
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SCP-5384: Hello, Charles. It's nice to see you again. Have you decided to take my offer?
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Choudhury: As I've said before, I'm not interested. I'm just checking in on you as a formality.
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SCP-5384 does not respond.
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Choudhury: We just have a little something we need you to sign.
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SCP-5384 turns around to face Agent Choudhury.
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SCP-5384: Is that- are those the new…
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Choudhury: They're just some legal papers about your containment here. Nothing special, they're just… um…
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SCP-5384: Wait a minute… are you trying to write a new corporate charter for Chrysler?
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Choudhury: Our group is writing the charter, yes. But we need your signature since you're still-
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SCP-5384: My answer is "no", Charles.
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Choudhury: Um… 5384, you don't have a choice. We cannot let you leave our custody until you sign this paper.
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SCP-5384: Well… my answer is still "no". Goodbye, Charles.
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SCP-5384 turns around to face the wall. Agent Choudhury looks down at the papers in his hands and fidgets with them.
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Choudhury: It was quite a challenge to examine everything, sir. You tied up a lot of things. No one on the board of directors has any voting power, the CEO position doesn't exist, and one of the secretaries now makes $5.7 million a year.
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SCP-5384: That secretary deserves every penny, he's been with Chrysler just as long as me.
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Choudhury: We've… also spoken to a few executives at the company about you. Do you know a "Martin Strandberg"?
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SCP-5384 turns around again, facing Agent Choudhury.
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SCP-5384: Don't listen to Martin. Don't listen to anything he says.
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Choudhury: You had many disagreements with the executives, even though you were… lower on the totem pole?
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SCP-5384: They weren't "disagreements", it was more like me bringing up an issue and them telling me to shut up about it.
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Choudhury: What kinds of issues?
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SCP-5384: Well, suits like Martin would make a short-sighted, and honestly boneheaded decision that would negatively affect our cars, and once it backfired on them, they'd blame other people such as me for the ensuing results.
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SCP-5384: One example's the Dodge Intrepid family car from more than a decade ago. I had a hand in its development; I took pride in its sleek design, nothing else like it on the road. Well, except the Stratus, I guess. I also worked on the Stratus, by the way.
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Choudhury: What happened to those cars?
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SCP-5384: I found out the suits signed off on a potential flaw in the V6 engines that would result in the oil going bad and destroying the engines. I asked them to reconsider, warning them about it whenever I could, but they ignored me. Told me that I was freaking out for no reason, Martin even laughed in my face. Guess what? I was right. Their decision cost us millions, it ruined the Intrepid's legacy.
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SCP-5384: That car was gonna be our Accord, our Camry. I was looking forward to seeing them being driven daily for years to come. But one short-sighted mistake threw all of it away. I still remember my anger, my discontent over this entire debacle… sometimes I wish I could forget about it, but time heals all wounds, I suppose.
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Choudhury: If the higher-ups wouldn't listen to anything you said, then why'd you stay in the company for so long? Why'd you keep coming back?
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SCP-5384: Because… because I loved the brand, I loved the cars we produced. I had a passion for Mopars: Chrysler, Dodge, Plymouth and Jeep. I wanted to make sure we built cars that Americans would enjoy and drive for years and years.
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SCP-5384: But the people at the top didn't see it that way. They only looked at the next quarter's earnings. They didn't have the love and passion for cars that I did. I saw them cut every single possible corner they could, wherever they could. They didn't care if the quality suffered as a result.
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SCP-5384: The Intrepid was only one of the many fumbles they made in the name of counting today's beans at the cost of tomorrow's. They're the reason why foreign cars dominate this country… not that foreign cars are… inherently bad by themselves. No offense, Charles.
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Choudhury: None taken. You're clearly very passionate about Chrysler.
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SCP-5384: Thank you. Now that I've explained my motives, would you kindly-
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Choudhury: I still can't let you leave, sir. Not until you sign these.
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Agent Choudhury holds up the papers. SCP-5384 sighs and looks down at the floor.
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Choudhury: We've been tracking down everyone you gave cars to as well, as another formality.
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SCP-5384 looks up, and stands up from its chair in indignation.
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SCP-5384: You're gonna take their cars away? How could you?
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Choudhury: I said nothing about taking their cars. We're gonna let them keep them, but after we establish auto loans for them to pay off.
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SCP-5384: You're gonna make them pay for their free cars? You're… you're really undoing absolutely everything, aren't you?
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Choudhury: Sir, people have been going crazy since you supplied them with free cars. Multiple cases of people carelessly driving their new cars and crashing them, even more cases of people selling the cars secondhand and pocketing the profits.
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SCP-5384: Wait, people are selling the free cars I gave them? But… I…
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Choudhury: There's no language in the sales documents that says they can't immediately turn around and flip them.
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SCP-5384 lets out a sigh.
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SCP-5384: I gave them a giant piece of machinery that costs tens of thousands of dollars for free, and this is what they do? I thought they'd cherish my free gifts, not just turn around and sell them… or even wreck them. I gave them a lifeline, and they went ahead and wasted it.
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Choudhury: I'm sorry to break the bad news.
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A short silence.
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SCP-5384: Charles, my first car was a '72 Challenger. I worked for months, a job in the summer and another after school, to save up enough money to buy it. I may have beat the hell out of that Challenger, but I still made sure to treat it well. I washed it every week, kept the seats clean, and did the fluid changes myself. And you know what happened to it?
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SCP-5384: I got hit by a Datsun. Eight months of ownership… gone in five seconds.
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Choudhury: I'm sorry to hear that, Matkins. I had a car that was stolen from me a few years ago.
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SCP-5384: The Datsun driver didn't have insurance either. I sat at the corner of that intersection sobbing, wishing that someone would come along and replace my car. I'm sure you felt the same when your car was stolen.
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Choudhury looks down at the papers, covering his face.
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SCP-5384: That's another reason why I started my dealership, to be the hero I needed on that day, 34 years ago.
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Choudhury: I can understand, Matkins… I still miss my old car sometimes.
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SCP-5384: Then you'd understand how I feel when your group locks me in a cell to undo all my work.
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Choudhury: Well- this is different, you modified Chrysler's entire corporate structure to benefit you when-
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SCP-5384: It wasn't for my benefit! I genuinely wanted to be charitable, to be the good guy that American motorists need for once! Is that so hard to believe?
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A short silence.
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SCP-5384: My offer still stands, Charles. I can still put you in the seat of a new RAM truck. Don't you think you deserve to have something nice, something new after working at this place for years? I'll still supply your entire organization with trucks and vans, all I need is your cooperation.
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Another short pause.
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SCP-5384: All I ask from you is to take those papers away. If your group reincorporates the company, I cannot give you anything.
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Agent Choudhury hesitates, staring at the papers in his hands.
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Choudhury: I… I can't. I'm sorry Larry, but I can't. We're almost done, I can't throw all of that away.
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SCP-5384 does not respond.
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Choudhury: As I've stated before, the way you changed Chrysler's logistics shouldn't be possible. You didn't go through any legal process, it's as if the articles suddenly changed by themselves. Additionally, there's the question of how you managed to contact us in the first place.
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SCP-5384: I told you Charles, I looked in the phone book.
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Choudhury: No matter how good your intentions were, we need to correct it before it bankrupts Chrysler. You wouldn't want your favorite automotive brand to collapse, do you?
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SCP-5384 looks down at the floor.
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SCP-5384: I just… I just wanted to show those suits what I was capable of. I wanted people to enjoy the cars I've helped develop without all the typical dealership crap. I just wanted to share my love of Mopar while… making people happy.
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A short pause.
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Choudhury: I'm sorry, Larry.
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Another short pause. SCP-5384 looks up at Agent Choudhury.
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SCP-5384: There's nothing left for me to do… except sign.
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Choudhury: Correct. Here you go.
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Agent Choudhury hands the papers to SCP-5384, who brings them to the desk in the containment chamber.
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SCP-5384: Where do you need me to sign?
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Choudhury: There, and there.
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Agent Choudhury points at two specific spots on the papers, then gives SCP-5384 a pen. It proceeds to give its signature twice. Choudhury takes the papers from SCP-5384 and examines them.
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SCP-5384: So that's that, I guess. Do I get to leave now?
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Choudhury: You'll be released first thing tomorrow morning, Mr. Matkins. Thank you for your cooperation.
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SCP-5384 does not respond as he turns to face the wall. Agent Choudhury exits the chamber with the papers and seals the door behind him.
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<End Log>
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Following its cooperation, Operation 5384-MONRONEY was successfully completed, officially neutralizing SCP-5384's alterations. The civilian employees were successfully amnesticized, with Martin Strandberg placed as the new CEO of Fiat-Chrysler.
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On July 19, 2015, SCP-5384 was administered Class-F amnestics to completely remove its memory of its anomalous abilities, with false memories implanted. SCP-5384 was released from Foundation custody on July 21, 2015 under preemptive surveillance for further anomalous activity.
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Addendum 05: On August 29, 2015, surveillance of SCP-5384 was ceased due to a lack of anomalous activity. A reclassification to Neutralized was proposed, but was halted due to the following event.
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On September 2, 2015, Site-48 received an unscheduled delivery with the following note attached:
Due to the circumstances of this delivery, SCP-5384's reclassification to Neutralized was denied. Foundation agents began an investigation into its whereabouts for interrogation regarding this event, as its suspected resistance to Foundation amnestics posed an informational risk.
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The delivered vehicle, a red 2015 Ram pickup truck, was found to be non-anomalous and has been issued to Agent Choudhury as his Foundation transport to reward his work regarding SCP-5384.
Filename: MatkinsBanner.png
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+Name: It's Getting Cold!
+Author:Jiwoahn
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation employees are to be monitored for the common effects of SCP-5482. Those affected by SCP-5482 are not to be allowed within seven kilometres of bodies of water exceeding one cubic metre in volume: oceans, lakes, rivers, swimming pools, aquifers, etc. Clouds and other weather formations do not count as such. They should be exposed to liquid water as little as possible; if the person lives long enough to require hydration it should be achieved intravenously.
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Description: SCP-5482 is a condition which spontaneously arises within Foundation personnel, especially those concerned with the study of anomalous environments and locations.1 It is unknown whether it affects persons not employed by the Foundation. Individuals affected by SCP-5482, designated SCP-5482-1, suffer from adverse reactions to water.2 Individuals who had close interpersonal relationships with previous instances of SCP-5482-1 are highly susceptible to being affected by SCP-5482 in future. SCP-5482 is incurable and its effects increase in severity and scope over time until death.
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Due to the extreme inconsistency with which SCP-5482 appears and operates, it is impossible to provide any meaningful information about the disease or the pathology of its sufferers.
Date of Onset: 23/09/20 (first recorded occurrence of SCP-5482)
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Summary: On September 23rd 2020, Lieutenant Anenasya of MTF Lambda-77 (“Demersal Scotopic”)3 regurgitated several litres of saltwater while conversing with a containment engineer. She did not appear to be surprised by the event. The engineer recalled her smiling, placing her hand in front of her mouth and saying "I missed you." before walking away.
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Site security, upon learning of the incident, attempted to locate Lt. Anenasya. They were successful in tracking her to a forest several dozen kilometres from her home. Upon sighting the retrieval team, the lieutenant smiled and began humming. Due to the sudden appearance of a fog bank, visual contact was briefly lost. Security personnel were not successful in reacquiring her. She has not been sighted since.
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Subject: Captain Minerva Skye
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Date of Onset: 24/09/20
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Summary: The day after Lieutenant Anenasya’s disappearance Captain Skye - another member of Lambda-77 - was discovered dead in the bathroom of her residence. Her hands had been severely mutilated and several hundred grams of skin, muscle and cortical bone were found in the basin of her sink. Three dull razors were found in her pocket.
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It was determined that her wounds were self-inflicted. In spite of this, her death was not due to blood loss but instead benzodiazepine overdose.
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During autopsy, her blood refused to coagulate and her body did not exsanguinate, instead bleeding continuously until all of her open wounds were sealed.
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A three minute long video was found on her phone, recorded an hour before her discovery of her body. It depicts her holding her hand over her sink and piercing her ulnar and radial arteries in multiple locations, losing several litres of blood over the course of the video.4 She can be heard repeatedly whispering "I won't go back" for its entire duration.
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Subject: Private Adam Asakku
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Date of Onset: 26/09/20
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Summary: Private Asakku, the only remaining member of Lambda-77, was informed of the situation and voluntarily confined himself to Site-56 under daytime supervision, with the working theory at the time being that an anomalous entity or effect was targeting members of his MTF. He refused contact with all water and water-containing solutions, in spite of the obvious risks to his health. Over the following days he began regurgitating small amounts of water, often while attempting to speak, and suffered from periods of intense and uncontrollable lacrimation, which evolved into weeping and emotional discomfort.
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Asakku reported whispering and singing coming from the West-facing walls of Site-56 and demanded they be covered in soundproof foam. Although the request was granted, he continued to complain about the noise and claimed that Lake Garda, located several kilometres East of Site-56, was singing to him. An offer to allow him to shower elicited an intensely negative response, necessitating his sedation.
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He also began hallucinating large objects or environments 'inside' bodies of water. For example, he reported seeing underwater forests, mountain ranges and ruins within three different glasses of water. When asked to judge the depth of a swimming pool, he responded that it was at least seventeen kilometres in depth and filled with the silhouettes of "leviathans and carrion bloats".5 He demanded that the pool be drained so that there was no possibility of anyone "falling away."
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Asakku eventually suffered a psychotic break and used a nail file to crudely remove his ears, eyes, much of his gums, and his tongue.6 Post-mortem, his blood was found to be significantly clearer than that of a normal person and contained almost no plasma.
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Addendum 5482.2: Extended case study, Senior Researcher Jacquelyn Vanth
Summary: Dr Vanth was diagnosed with SCP-5482 exactly one year after the anomaly's emergence. At the time, she was the lead researcher of SCP-5482, having volunteered for the position since the initial classification of the phenomenon. Once she became aware of her status as an instance of SCP-5482-1, she deferred her responsibilities to a subordinate and chose to use herself to study the progression of the disease.
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Document: Transcript of “230921652.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth
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Sixty hours. That’s the average period between the onset of symptoms and death. You won’t find it on the file, though, because it’s not an indicator of how long someone will survive. We pulled out all the stops for Adam and he barely lasted three days. Others have lived for four, even five without any intervention. It has nothing to do with how well-protected you are. Death takes you when it feels like it.
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I don’t know why but 5482 feels expected. Like I was waiting for it. I guess I was, in a way. The turnover rate for MTFs is ridiculous. We’ve all heard the horror stories, of agents getting lost in the woods and never being heard from again, or of MTFs being picked off one by one as they attempt to navigate a house of horrors. So for my team and I to have lived so long? It was more than a little incredible.
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I’d always just assumed that I’d die on the job, trapped in another world or tortured ‘till the end of my days by a sadistic locus.7 My departure from Lambda-77 was an anticlimax, ergo 5482 seems like something which has been a long time coming.
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Last night I had an odd dream. I woke up in my parents’ house. It was raining outside but the lights were on. The night was warm. I heard odd noises from far away and so I stood on my toes and glanced out the window. I saw the lake curl toward the horizon, black and depthless. It whispered to me and asked me to come outside. I did, while the rain pelted my back. It wasn’t cold; it felt more like being breathed on. Not even in a creepy way, it was more like intimate, as if someone was holding me close and exhaling into my hair. I stepped up to the edge of the water and knelt down. I just listened to it, humming with my mother’s voice.
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When I was young I used to run along the lake’s edges and look for odd rocks or sticks. I’d bring breadcrumbs to feed to the birds and a polaroid to take pictures of bugs and the odd rabbit. My mum would tell me to stay away from the shore, but there was one time that I saw a fox perched on a branch near the bank of the pond. It didn’t move as I crept toward it, just gave me an odd sort of look. I got close enough to touch it and so I reached out and… slipped.
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The lake rose up to meet me. I tried to swim upward but the pressure just kept building above me and pushing me down. I couldn’t fight it off; I was only a child. I didn’t feel any fear though, or any pain. There was a burning sensation in my lungs but it was distant and easy to ignore. The weight of the water felt protective, almost. I closed my eyes and let bits of algae wrap around my arms. Something living swirled underneath me. I sensed it by the way in which the water moved around its body as it beat its fins. We both flinched as soon as we saw each other. It disappeared into the depths and I almost swam after it out of sheer curiosity.
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I passed out. Next thing I knew, my mother was humming while she held my head in her lap. She was singing this beautiful lullaby.
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For years afterwards, I kept fantasising about diving into the lake again. I wandered further than I ever had into the woods, not scared in the least of getting lost. I wanted to experience that sensation again, of being submerged in something wholly unfamiliar. It’s why I signed up to be a member of Lambda-77 in the first place. It took me years for me to learn my lesson and grow out of that stupid obsession.
Document: Transcript of “240921802.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth
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Last night I dreamt of an endless forest. It was foggy and there was a path of trampled ferns before me. There was a time when I would’ve gladly gone down that road to chase new sights and novelties. Instead I sat down and waited until I woke up. I used to be so in love with that feeling of discovery, of stepping through a portal or over a border only to cross over from the normal world into something fantastic and otherly. My seniors would call me incautious, my peers would say that my curiosity would be the death of me, of all of us. They turned out to be right. I don’t remember anything about how Devana died, just that it could’ve been avoided. We weren't careful. I wasn't watching out for him.
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I know you probably went to the grave hating me for it, Skye, but I had to leave after we lost him. It was too painful to stick around. Exploration started to daunt me, and foreign suns seemed not as bright.
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(Laughs) Listen to me, talking to the dead. I suppose I’ll be with them soon. The water’s gotten louder, and different bodies have acquired their own cadences. The ocean is an open-mouthed tone while the rain is a murmur. This morning I was washing my hands and the water tore away some of my skin when I pulled my fingers out of the stream. My hair is damp and it can’t be dried. The effects are worsening. I don’t know how I’ll die. Regardless, I’m losing my connection to reality. It's odd, being aware of how I’m slipping away. I sang along with the rain earlier.
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Most of the other 5482-1s developed an intense fear of water. Adam’s the crown example of course, having mutilated himself just to stop listening to its singing. I’m not sure if I feel that same terror. It reminds me of something, instead. It’s picking at old scabs, unearthing memories too decayed to recall but just firm enough to evoke the feeling I used to associate with them.
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I remember… rustling leaves, weight on my back, a brisk wind, the days I spent far from home just taking in the nature all around me. The woods around my house, I can barely recall what they were like. Now I want to go back and find out all over again. Mark out all the clearings, photograph all the flowers, watch sunlight spill through the canopy, and twinkle in the dirt…
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Document: Transcript of “250921937.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth
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It rained yesterday while I was commuting. I put down my umbrella and let the raindrops slide over my cheeks. They drew blood. I felt my skin and fat peeling away, the humours of my eye gliding down my neck. It didn’t hurt even a little. It was like falling asleep.
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After Devana’s death, I convinced myself that my curiosity was a liability. I conformed, I learned to fear the unknown. I wish I hadn't done that; I wish I'd seen more of the world. Maybe it would have been wonderful, or perhaps my life would have been cut short… but it wouldn’t have mattered. As long as I could've witnessed one more sunrise, smelled one more flower, heard another song. I can't go on like this, buried in normalcy.
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I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. 5482 isn't ravenous, it's grieving. It misses me so much, wishes I would return to it. It’s me, before I was stained by loss and cautionary tales. I was convinced by my loss to believe that the other had to hate me. That was never true.
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Am I still scared? Of course, but I am more afraid of being alone in the light than hated in the dark. I'm afraid of the world having limits.
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I think-, no, I feel like this is right. Wherever I end up will be terrible, vast, unknowable… and beautiful.
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[Several minutes of the sound of rainfall. Vanth laughs softly.]
Special Containment Procedures: All 101 entities composing SCP-5516 are to be contained within Aquatic Enclosure L-23 at Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies Wing. Aquatic Enclosure L-23 constitutes one 10 x 10 x 1m, aquarium holding ± 90,000L of seawater. SCP-5516 poses a Null-1 containment risk; as such, the use of localized seawater for the containment habitat — provided Site-184's seawater decontamination facilities continue to pass bi-monthly inspections1 — and standard Aquatic Enclosure automated cleaning practices are approved.
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SCP-5516 entities are fed via automated food dispersal at 08:00 and 19:00.2 All SCP-5516 entities are assigned designation numbers: SCP-5516-1 - SCP-5516-101. Designation numbers are to be marked on the carapace of SCP-5516 entities using FLaN-Aquatic Paints.3 Emergent SCP-5516 entities are assigned the designation number of the recently deceased SCP-5516 entity.4 Deceased SCP-5516 entities possess no anomalous threat and are approved for incineration alongside Site-184's non-anomalous biological waste.
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Description: SCP-5516 is the collective designation for 101 SCP-5516 entities. SCP-5516 entities are visually identical to non-anomalous Homarus Americanus5 but demonstrate a variety of anomalous behaviours:
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Significantly higher cognitive aptitude and puzzle-solving ability compared to non-anomalous Homarus Americanus.
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Communal hunting, and food rationing and distribution practices.6
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Simultaneous 'idle' state: When not hunting or feeding, SCP-5516 entities distribute themselves evenly across their enclosure and demonstrate simultaneous self-grooming behaviour.7
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Ability to navigate to other SCP-5516 entities: When removed from their enclosure, SCP-5516 entities will return to other SCP-5516 groupings, displaying a 95% success rate while unobstructed.8
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Collective, non-entity-dependent problem solving: Individual SCP-5516 entities are capable of solving memory puzzles presented to other SCP-5516 entities. SCP-5516 entities have utilized this ability to bypass simplified rotary numeric locks and meet kinetic-based food distribution systems in testing environments.
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Limited Self-Proliferation: Following the death of an individual SCP-5516 entity, 6-18 hours later, a separate SCP-5516 entity undergoes a molting process that produces two distinct SCP-5516 entities of roughly equal size.
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Due to the aforementioned behaviour, it is theorized that individual SCP-5516 entities are controlled by a singular group-consciousness.9
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Recovery: On 04/21/1987, all SCP-5516 entities10 were recovered by Mobile Task Force Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") while conducting a raid of "Allan's Seafood," formerly located in Liscomb, Nova Scotia, due to a suspected affiliation with GOI-116: Ambrose Restaurants.
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Addendum: Experiment Ceta-88C On 05/11/1996, Dr. [DATA EXPUNGED] oversaw the testing of Oros-Class Amnestic on SCP-5516-17, under R&D initiative: Waning Moon - Ceta.
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At the time of testing, the development of Oros-Class Amnestic was ongoing; the Ethics Committee issued approval for testing on █████████████ invertebrates. Following the events of 05/08/1996, Dr. Oswald Grisdale, alongside Dr. Sylvia Morrison, and Dr. [DATA EXPUNGED], administered Oros-Class Amnestic to SCP-5516-17.
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Following testing, SCP-5516-17 entered a catatonic state for 2 hours before resuming typical behaviour. 10 hours after testing, SCP-5516-82 molted, producing two SCP-5516 entities: SCP-5516-82 and SCP-5516-101.11
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The following documents have been attached to SCP-5516's file as part of ongoing Ethics Committee Investigation - Case Number: 11A82N
NOTE: The following is transcribed from an audio recording uncovered during ECI-11A82N. Speakers are Dr. Gregory Werner, Head Researcher for Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies Wing and Dr. Sarah Collaert, Junior Researcher assigned to SCP-5516.
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[EXTRANEOUS AUDIO REMOVED]
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Dr. Collaert: Hello, Dr. Werner. I heard you wanted to speak to me?
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Dr. Werner: Yes, please have a seat. This is about your work with SCP-5516.
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Dr. Collaert: And the request for access to a higher clearance? Thank you, Sir. I'm trying to revise the entry, but without knowing what happened—
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Dr. Werner: I'm afraid that won't be possible.
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Dr. Collaert: I know I don't have the official clearance, but in the forty years you've had them in custody, the tests from 96' were the only—
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Dr. Werner: Dr. Collaert, your work on SCP-5516 has been suspended. You're being transferred; you should receive the details of your new assignment shortly.
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Dr. Collaert: I, uh, Sir… I don't understand. I was brought on specifically for my background in—
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Dr. Werner: You're new here, Dr. Collaert. These sort of rearrangements are not uncommon. Things come up and personnel need to be reassigned as necessary. SCP-5516 isn't going anywhere, and when you're back we can see about having you reinstated to your old position.
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Dr. Collaert: When I'll be back? What do you mean. I—
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Dr. Werner: That will be all, thank you. Please see yourself out.
I'm a little shocked. I got a folder with a new assignment—something to do with anomalous plankton blooms off the coast of Newfoundland. It's a six-month placement, like, on a boat.
You spent four years with your face pressed against the glass of various lobster tanks for that degree and they're sending you to look at plankton? Christ, I know it's the Foundation, but I'm pretty sure you've introduced me to everyone in the lobster behavioural analysis scene in this hemisphere and I don't exactly think any of them will be taking on the job (plus they've got nothing on you anyway).
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I've got to run, but we'll chat about this later, okay? Maybe it's a mix-up?
The following is a digitization of Dr. Collaert's journal entry, dated 25/08/2020. Dr. Collaert willingly surrendered these documents during ECI-11A82N.
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August, 15th
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I walked down to the beach tonight, I'm not sure why. I suppose I don't need to say goodbye yet - certainly not to the ocean.
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I didn't notice at the time, but something weird has been happening the last few months.
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It's the lobsters. I'm not sure how to explain it, I suppose I told myself I was just in touch with them. I was spending so much time staring into that tank; why would I question it when I knew a particular lobster was hungry? Sure, I couldn't wait to get back to work, to them - but why wouldn't I? I was doing important work, breaking ground in my field, even if no one outside the Foundation would ever read what I was writing. I was doing it for myself, after all.
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Now I'm not so sure. I stood in the water, took my shoes off and everything, and I swear, I could feel the water around me, all of me, like a pressure. I don't remember undressing, but the next thing I knew I was laying in the water, resting my head where the sand ended.
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I closed my eyes, and a wave covered me, I let my mouth open and I drank it in. I don't really know what happened next. The memories, they don't feel like mine, they don't fit. I was trapped -surrounded by glass and acrylic, or wood and rope, or both.
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I don't know if my brain couldn't handle it, or if I was drowning, but I was yanked back to myself. I pushed myself up out of the water, coughing the saltwater up.
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Jenny was worried when I came back, she said I had been gone for a while - longer than I thought. I told her it was because I'd be leaving soon.
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I hate myself for lying to her.
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August, 22nd
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I don't want to go tomorrow.
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Jenny's getting the last few things together. I know she doesn't want me to go either, but she's putting on a brave face: "it's only six months," "you'll come back with some sailor tattoos and a pet puffin and we'll take a drive down to Lunenburg — get your land-legs back." I don't deserve her.
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I signed up with the Foundation — we both did — because it was a chance for us to see more, to know more; I suppose it's fitting that the first question I asked was the wrong one.
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I suppose we'll still both be looking at the same moon, and the same ocean. Her, here on the porch, me
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on the deck
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looking out for signs of bioluminescent
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puking over a railing.
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There's something shining…
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Dr. Collaert's journal continues on the next page, the writing appears to be scribbled hastily.
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What just happened?
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Okay, calm down, they covered this stuff in orientation, right? Write it down, yeah?
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Wait, what if it's memetic? Shit, okay.
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I'm going to write it down - I feel like I’m already losing it, like it's slipping past me.
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There was a shine? From the moon, or the reflection of the moon on the water, like moonlight on water. Something ivory, moving, but not there - flickering.
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I remember walking to it, or into it. It was cold, and I could feel them moving.
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As the water passed my eyes, I opened them, but they weren't my eyes anymore. I wouldn’t be able to see like that. My head hurts trying to think about it.
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I was alone this time, I remember being alone. I couldn't move. I felt the needle slide in, and I saw them: Dr. Werner and two others. Then I was undone. I came apart, I couldn't think anymore, they had taken that from me, or killed it. They had killed me, but I wasn't dead, the blood was still pumping, I was still moving. Yet, I was annihilated.
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August, 23rd
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If it wasn't for what I wrote, I never would have known it happened, I've already forgotten. The weird part is I don't even feel like I forgot, nothing seems missing.
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What else am I missing?
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I know things without knowing why I know them. I don't remember what happened, but I know that the Oros-Class Amnestic kills the consciousness, I know they were panicked as they did it, but not because of the tests; I know they tested it on SCP-5516 when they weren't supposed to, I know that it made SCP-5516-101, they made SCP-5516-101; there were only 100 to start.
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They thought they all shared a single mind, one that existed independent of the body, but that must not have been quite right - they weren't paying attention. I can't say I'd blame them; I don't know why they would have looked so close. The test worked, but not in the way they hoped. Whatever Oros-Class is, it didn't affect the hivemind, but it did affect the lobster, made it forgot itself. Then the hivemind registered one lobster down and popped out another - back to 100 - but the body was still around, so when that died, it popped out another. It found a new normal, and its kept that going all these years.
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We though it was capped at 100, or 101, but why did we think that - because they are nice, sensical numbers and we like those? I know there are many more SCP-5516 entities out there - shifting in an inky blackness - but how many?
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And I still don't know why they took the risk — what were they scared of? "The Ethics Committee issued approval for testing on [space left blank] invertebrates," non-anomalous - it must be.
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They must have thought no one would remember, but something did.
ETHICS COMMITTEE INVESTIGATION - CASE NUMBER: 11A82N
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INTERNAL REPORT FORM:
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COMPLAINT LEVELED AGAINST: Dr. Gregory Werner, Head Researcher for Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies Wing.
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REPORTEE: Dr. Sarah Collaert, Junior Researcher.
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DATE: 23/08/2020
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SITE (IF APPLICABLE): 184
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NATURE OF COMPLAINT: Dr. Collaert alleges that during the development of Oros-Class Amnestic — conducted as part of the Foundation's Research & Development initiative: Waning Moon - Ceta, Dr. Gregory Wener, along with two accomplices, conducted experimentations on live, anomalous SCP-5516 entities. Additionally, Collaert alleges that Dr. Gregory Werner has been instrumental in the obfuscation of this breach of protocol; in doing so, Dr. Gregory Werner is furthermore accused of misallocating Foundation resources and personnel, falsifying Foundation records, and intentionally disrupting the Foundation's mandate by preventing accurate record keeping.
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VALIDITY OF COMPLAINT: An initial review board, after listening to the testimony of Dr. Sarah Collaert, has found the allegations leveled against Dr. Gregory Werner credible, and opened an official investigation: EIC-11A28N.
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ETHICS COMMITTEE RESPONSE: Following the opening of ECI-11A28N, Dr. Gregory Werner has been relieved of duty and placed under house arrest. Ethics Committee Investigation Task Force: ECITF-Domum-3 ("Human Resources"), is responsible for the gathering of evidence related to ECI-11A28N and has received authority to detain and interrogate the associates of Dr. Gregory Werner: Dr. Oswald Grisdale and Dr. Sylvia Morrison.
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Following the submission of evidence by ECITF-Domum-3 to the Ethics Committee, Dr. Gregory Werner shall be tried by an adjudicative board, as per bylaw EC-10.7.12
Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-5599 are held in one of Site-77's medium-capacity vaults. Mobile Task Force Eta-6 ("PresentedInColor") have been dispatched to thrift stores and garage sales in the Appalachian region to recover any additional copies of SCP-5599 which exist outside of containment.
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Exposure to SCP-5599-related materials is highly restricted, with D-5599 being the designation for the exposed individual being studied. Any other living beings found to have been affected by SCP-5599 are to be euthanized.
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Description: SCP-5599 refers to data present on approximately 1,500 cartridges produced for the Atari Video Computer System. They are playable on any computing system with a cartridge slot large enough to accommodate it, even if no actual connection is made.
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When inserted into such a slot, SCP-5599 produces scrambled bitmap graphics and assorted sounds. Although reactive to controller inputs, it is difficult to assess what SCP-5599's intended content was — as frequent crashing often leads to corruption of the systems interpreting its data.
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The following effects are not known to be universal, but have been observed in testing.
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Loading SCP-5599 or analyzing its assets has caused all subjects who have been designated D-5599 to experience permanent hearing loss. First reporting mild tinnitus, D-5599's hearing degraded over a period of six months until only being able to hear sounds which could have been produced by an MOS Technology 6532 sound chip. Neurological pattern recognition degenerates once the deafening is complete.
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The semicircular canals, vestibule, cochlea, and other auditory organs are not outwardly damaged but will no longer detect audio as expected. Subjects may also develop visual impairment relating to pattern recognition such as prosopagnosia. The temporal lobe will become desiccated1 in subjects experiencing this effect and may lead to them being totally unable to communicate.
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SCP-5599 can be perceived normally by affected subjects with some preferring to hearharsh sounds than nothing at all. The reduction in human lifespan among exposed subjects is statistically significant. Further study is required to determine whether this is due to brain damage,profoundsocial isolation, or a combination of other factors.Alone in the mirror on the bathroom floor
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D-5599 claims that repeatedly viewing SCP-5599's output moderately stabilizes the graphics. Evenafterbeing made to forget, D-5599 has consistently described guiding a small object2 through a crude graphical depiction of a golf course and into a hole. Once the hole has been filled, a large marine animal3will consume the object. On-screen text such as"keep the red army red algae blooms at bay" and "The Ocean's aer(sic) die" appears before the programcrashes.
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SCP-5599 was discovered in 1983 after the Appalachian region of the United States saw an unusual spike in deafness.
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Addendum: Interview 5599-Y.
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D-5599 speaks with Dr. Sanitatem about the progression of SCP-5599's effect and its impact on their ability to communicate.
The following information was included on a mimeographed flyer included with SCP-5599 purchases.
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At Arcadia, we're doing more than satisfying every holey bit where your craving is laying. We're also never going to stop. Everything you're stuffing into that void falls right through back to us, so we can keep cranking.
Special Containment Procedures: At present, SCP-5697 has precluded physical containment. Until such methods become feasible, SCP-5697's self-concealing properties are considered sufficient containment, and do not threaten normalcy in a way that would necessitate further action by the Foundation.
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The closed circuit surveillance system within SCP-5697-1 has been intercepted by a Foundation stationary task force and is to be monitored between the hours of 23:00 and 5:00 by a team situated in Foundation-purchased warehouse N-131, located north of the premises. All BRANDO-Events are to be recorded and transcribed.
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Description: SCP-5697 is a victual humanoid entity residing in York, Pennyslvania.
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SCP-5697's body physically resembles a mass of various pastas2, which conjointly form a humanoid shape. This composition is amorphous, and can be expanded or contracted at the entity's will. The only non-noodle based element of SCP-5697's physiology, a large meatball, acts as a head, with a slit used for speaking, and a mass of bucatini positioned on its peak. SCP-5697 typically stands at 2.3 meters.
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While SCP-5697's internal biology remains unseen, the entity is sapient, intelligent3, and capable of speech and audiovisual perception. SCP-5697 self-identifies as "Don Cavatelli", and claims to be a former operative of the now-defunct anomalous criminal organization the Chicago Spirit, performing as an assassin and bootlegger from 1915 to 1938.
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SCP-5697-1 is Grappolo, a defunct Italian restaurant located in York, Pennyslvania. Despite local records not indicating any ownership of the property since 1983, SCP-5697-1 maintains electrical power. On the first of every month, SCP-5697-1's kitchen will generate, in large quantities, ingredients used in the preparation of foods typically cooked at similar establishments, such as tomato sauce, noodles, vegetables, dairy products, and various types of wine. The process by which these ingredients are obtained remains unknown, but testing has indicated food found within SCP-5697-1 is otherwise ordinary.
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SCP-5697 has taken residence inside SCP-5697-1, in a small, lightly furnished room located above the restaurant. The entity has not been observed to leave SCP-5697-1, and its behavior outside of BRANDO-Events is largely sequestered, consisting of cooking, listening to music, and reading. Personal artifacts owned by SCP-5697 consist of dress attire, a large collection of literature4, a personal computer, and a pair of headphones. While SCP-5697's interest in theology is noted, the entity does not seem to subscribe to a particular belief system, and has not been observed carrying out religious practices. Occasionally, new items, typically literature, will manifest in SCP-5697's collection. How this process occurs is unknown.
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When SCP-5697-1 is approached with the intention of apprehending, detaining, or otherwise engaging in a form of containment for SCP-5697, the restaurant will disappear. In its place will be a nondescript, brown, bricked building of the same dimensions as SCP-5697-1, but with no accessible entry points. SCP-5697-1 will revert to its typical state within an hour.
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SCP-5697-1 has the capability to manifest individuals inside the building, in which a BRANDO-Event will occur. See Addenda for an overview of this phenomenon.
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Addendum.5697.1: BRANDO-Events
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A BRANDO-Event occurs when an individual is manifested inside SCP-5697-1. These events occur between the hours of 23:00 and 5:00, as many as three times a week. Subjects manifested inside the restaurant are always currently incarcerated in a prison located in the United States, with their criminal offenses relating to illegal drug use, gang affiliation, or gang violence. It is unknown how SCP-5697-1 discerns this information, if at all.
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While subjects will reside in SCP-5697-1 for upwards of two hours, there is apparent time dilation between Grappolo and the outside world. From the perspectives of those in the prison facility they disappeared from, subjects are never perceived as being absent for more than three seconds.
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Following the conclusion of a BRANDO-Event, subjects will be returned to their previous location, with no recollection of the events prior. An abridged list of BRANDO-Events follows.
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Aftermath
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1991/11/02 (BRANDO-03)
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Marcus Corbett. Serving 25 years at California State Prison for possession of illegal firearms, second-degree attempted murder, second-degree burglary, and gang conspiracy.
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Subject manifested inside SCP-5697-1's dining room, where the lights were dimmed. They demonstrated brief confusion as SCP-5697 emerged from kitchen and gestured to the booth. Subject sat down, relaxed. SCP-5697 returned to kitchen, and reemerged with a large plate of chicken parmesan, bread, and pasta. Entity placed food near the subject, began to pour two glasses of wine, and encouraged Corbett to eat. Corbett thanked SCP-5697, and the two shared a meal that lasted 45 minutes. SCP-5697 and subject conversed, relating experiences to each other. After finishing, subject demanifested and reappeared inside his previous location in California State Prison.
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Upon corresponding with subject, it was found that Corbett had no apparent recollection of his experience inside SCP-5697-1. Subject exhibited marked contentedness in following weeks.
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1999/3/17 (BRANDO-212)
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Emilio Bernall. Serving 15 years at Waupun Correctional Institution, WI for fourth degree gang conspiracy, theft of a motor vehicle, and possession of illicit drugs.
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Subject manifested inside SCP-5697-1. Displayed minor distress at SCP-5697's appearance, but became calm when entity offered food and drink. Subject and SCP-5697 shared a light meal. There was little communication between the two.
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Similar behavior pattern to previous subjects following event. Subject described sleeping well and feeling optimistic.
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2006/2/29 (BRANDO-558)
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D-691, Richard Kimmz. Drafted into Foundation employment as D-Class personnel after being charged with illicit drug possession, trafficking, and manufacturing, first, second, and third-degree gang conspiracy, gang affiliation, and third-degree murder.
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Subject initially rejected SCP-5697's meal, expressing discontent and distress. SCP-5697 spoke to subject and offered a cigar. Subject and SCP-5697 smoked for two hours, engaging in conversation about each others pasts. Subject expressed gratitude towards SCP-5697 before demanifesting.
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Subject appeared at Foundation Facility Area-179 in their previous location. Similar behavior pattern. Subject has taken interest in hobbies not previously displayed, such as writing and reading.
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Addendum.5697.2: Interview Log
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The Foundation has interacted with SCP-5697 on multiple occasions. Entity is distant, and does not usually respond to queries about its past. As such, most information obtained about SCP-5697's background has come from information exchanged during BRANDO-events. A notable example of an interview with SCP-5697 has been transcribed below.
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BEGIN LOG
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Agent Owens approaches SCP-5697-1 with the intention of interviewing SCP-5697. The building does not protect itself, and Owens is able to access the restaurant from the front door. Upon entry, the dining room is empty. SCP-5697, dressed in its typical suited attire, makes its way to Owens.
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Agent Owens: Mr. Cavatelli.
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SCP-5697: There a reason you's guys are coming for me today? Suppose it can't be anything major if you actually got in. C'mon, sit down.
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Agent Owens: We just want to talk. Our last meeting got cut short.
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SCP-5697: Started talkin' about the business. The past. I told you I don't like that. Not with you.
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Agent Owens: My apologies, we should've respected your wishes. Uh, how about we focus on something else today? What about what you do? Your meals that you have with convicts.
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SCP-5697: That's what it is, isn't it? I don't just see 'em as convicts. Hell, I don't even know the guys, the building does all the work for me. Just like it feeds me, cares for me. Sometimes it brings me people. They don't always talk, but when they do, I find out we're not too different. The names are, what they got pinned with too, sometimes. I don't think that's a coincidence.
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Agent Owens: You think the building is exhibiting autonomy?
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SCP-5697: Might be, I know I can talk to them though. The people who show up here. They've never done something I ain't done, and none of them are proud of it. (Sighs) We're bad guys, I know, I'm not asking for any sympathy or anything. You can't undo the past, doesn't matter how much you fold your hands and beg.
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Agent Owens: You feel a connection to them.
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SCP-5697: When you're… made of what I am, and I ain't talkin' bout the spaghetti, you could use a little human interaction. I know how to talk to 'em. They don't have to open up, but it's nice when they do. For some reason, no one's ever turned me down. (Entity points up.) That's how I know this place is looking out for me, and bringing me what I need. 'Lotsa those guys are starving. Can't stand the food they get. Figure it's the least I can do.
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Agent Owens: Yeah, that's… that makes sense. Is there a reason why no one's ever shown up here twice? Don't you want to keep up with these people?
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SCP-5697: I don't know. They just don't come again. They don't need to, really. They've got everything they need. I wouldn't mind reconnecting, but I can't imagine you guys would approve of that. I know my place.
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Agent Owens: I believe—
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SCP-5697: You know, I've been thinking. It's about the only thing I can do, so I do quite a bit of it. I asked myself, "Why aren't they scared of me?". Why don't they laugh? I'm a walking, talking, meatball-man, for crying out loud! I'd laugh at me. These guys, who gotta live with what they've done. Why even give me the time of day? And… I'll be honest with you, I still don't know. (Laughs) Tell you what, that D guy. Kimmz. You wanna ask him for me? Maybe we could meet up again, if you's guys allowed.
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Agent Owens: (Pause) I'm not sure how to say this to you, but are you aware of the aftermath of your meals?
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SCP-5697: What are you talking about?
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Agent Owens: They don't remember you. Their behavior changes in little ways. Better moods, taking up new interests, forms of self-expression. You're benefiting these people, don't get me wrong, but they don't remember you. We… weren't sure if you were aware of this.
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Silence.
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SCP-5697: I always wondered why they didn't come back. I, ah, I never liked repeats anyway.
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SCP-5697 gets up from the table, and mutters to itself before walking towards the kitchen. SCP-5697-1 demanifests into its concealed form, and Agent Owens stands outside.
Special Containment Procedures: All buildings that appeared as a result of SCP-5781 are to continue operating, with discreet supervision. PoI-94707 should be monitored for any further suspicious activity.
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Description: SCP-5781 refers to an event that began on November 26th 1999, wherein multiple buildings spontaneously appeared on the coasts of Florida, United States over a 3 day period. Branding indicates that these buildings belong to Alan Investigations, a private detective firm which lacks any record of existence prior to the date SCP-5781 began.
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Following these appearances, Alan Investigations began receiving exorbitant monetary investments from residents in the area, as well as multiple corporate entities globally. Interviews with these investors show that these investments were voluntary, as all were motivated by predictions of the company's future success, as well as "the founder's charisma".
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Alan Ghayter, founder of Alan Investigations and hereafter referred to as PoI-94707, has denied any suspicion of money-laundering to authorities in the area, and is currently battling various legal disputes.
Foreword: Throughout the interview, PoI-94707 spoke with an intense lisp, as well as an accent atypical of a Floridian, in spite of his claims of being raised in the state. When asked, the subject claimed the reasoning was due to "Atlantic descent".
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Additionally, PoI-94707's physical appearance was incredibly disheveled, for reasons the subject claimed was due to his ongoing legal battles.
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Dr. Veil: Good evening, Mr. Ghayter.
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PoI-94707:(Does not respond, vaguely gestures)
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Dr. Veil: I assume you understand why you're here?
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PoI-94707: Yes. Legal bullshit.
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Dr. Veil: Rest assured, Mr. Ghayter, nothing here will be related to your on-going legal trouble. We're much more interested in certain… events that have transpired recently.
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PoI-94707:Hurrrh?
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Dr. Veil: Mainly, in regards to your business, or until recently, lack thereof. To my understanding, you run a private detective firm, correct?
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PoI-94707: Not detective. Investigator.
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Dr. Veil: Yes, well… simply put, your business - or even you - has no record of existence prior to the 26th of November of last year.
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PoI-94707: Yes. I changed my name.
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Dr. Veil: I see. If you don't mind, what was your old name?
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PoI-94707: Al.
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Dr. Veil: Al… Ghayter?
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PoI-94707: Yes.
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Dr. Veil:(Writing) …thank you, Mr. Ghayter. Now, about the business, would you mind sharing an explanation for its sudden appearance?
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PoI-94707: Very stupid question, doctor. It didn't exist until I started it.
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Dr. Veil: That's precisely the issue - there is no record of you ever starting it. I'd imagine that's where a fair share of your legal trouble is stemming from.
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PoI-94707: I did, long time ago. In my homeplace. Humans blame me when they never saw it. Aaaaaall humans are stupid.
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Dr. Veil: Excuse me, Mr. Ghayter? Humans?
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PoI-94707:Gragh- people. All people are stupid.
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Dr. Veil: …okay. So you did start Alan Investigations, just not under any actual official guidelines or personnel who could've verified it for you?
Dr. Veil: Right. And do you have anything to say about the various investments you've received from local residents and corporations alike?
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PoI-94707: People like to invest in gators.
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Dr. Veil: Hm?
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PoI-94707:Guhh- people like investigators.
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Dr. Veil:(Sighs) Alright. That'll be all, Mr. Ghayter. Thank you for your time.
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Closing Notes: "People certainly aren't investing for his charisma, I'll say that much. I wonder if he'd consider looking into skincare routines some time. Or even picking up a razor." - Dr. Veil
SCP-5807 prior to containment, resting on a docked ship.
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Item #: SCP-5807
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-5807 are to be contained within a reasonably sized aviary, complete with an assortment of coastal plants and a pool designed for wildlife of similar sizes to SCP-5807, located at Site-43. SCP-5807 is to be given 6 fish, each of which is approximately 1 kilogram dispensed by a tank in its pool once every 24 hours. SCP-5807 should be given bimonthly psychiatric evaluation or if it expresses abnormal psychiatric behavior. Each SCP-5807 instance is permitted to read Ms. Cooley's file once a week upon its request. During these periods, SCP-5807 is permitted to suggest alterations to Ms. Cooley's file. These alterations can be accepted or denied by the site manager. In the event of a containment breach, SCP-5807 instances should be captured and returned to its aviary by a weighted rubber net.
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Description: SCP-5807 is a triad of fully grown male brown pelicans. SCP-5807 instances collectively refer to each other as brothers, though genetic testing to determine biological relations have proven inconclusive. Each pelican possesses the ability to speak the English language, despite lacking a properly adapted larynx, teeth, or tongue. SCP-5807-1 is the oldest of the three instances and shows extremely protective behavior over other instances of SCP-5807. In contrast, SCP-5807-2 shows pestering behavior, commonly harassing personnel assigned to its containment and will persistently inquire about topics such as modifying its feeding schedule. SCP-5807-2 overall has proven to be the most aggressive compared to other instances of SCP-5807. SCP-5807-3 is the youngest instance of SCP-5807, has the smallest beak size, and prefers to remain silent in the presence of Foundation staff in most situations.
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SCP-5807 shows signs of confusion when referred to as such and, proceeding Interview Log 5807-1, were requested that they are given alternative designations. SCP-5807-1 addressed themselves as "David", SCP-5807-2 as "Thomas" and SCP-5807-3 as "Vincent." SCP-5807 explained that a woman by the name of "Ethel" had given these names to them as chicks. Instances are occasionally unresponsive to their designations and, as such, their supposed names may be used in interviews as necessary.
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Discovery: SCP-5807 was apprehended in Shipyard Villas in Fort Myers, Florida, on March 6, 2017. SCP-5807 was seen interrogating two women, inquiring for the whereabouts of an Ethel Ellice Cooley. Ms. Cooley was a Caucasian woman who resided within Fort Myers, Florida, until she expired at the age of 72 on April 29, 2012, in the Cape Coral Hospital due to her gastrointestinal stromal tumor that had been present in her body for approximately a year. Both SCP-5807 and the two women were apprehended; the women were given Class-B amnestics and released 5 hours later. Once contained, SCP-5807 was interrogated about its reasoning for searching for Ms. Cooley.
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Incident Log 5807-1
+Upon retrieval of SCP-5807, SCP-5807-2 was observed by a passing fisherman uttering several expletives to a field agent who had apprehended SCP-5807-1 and 3. The fisherman eventually moved to a further distance when SCP-5807-2 began verbally harassing him for "looking at him the wrong way." SCP-5807-2's distraction is what allowed field agents to recover them.
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March 6, 2017, Interview Log 5807-1:
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Interviewed: SCP-5807
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Interviewer: Dr. Perrigo
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Foreword: Upon being transferred to a standard aviary in Site-43, the following interview was conducted. SCP-5807 appears distressed and distracted.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Perrigo: Hello SCP-5807. I have some questions for you.
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SCP-5807-3: Excuse me, do you know Ethel?
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Dr. Perrigo: Who?
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SCP-5807-2: Big lady, couldn't miss 'er.
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SCP-5807-3: Don't say that! She's the only one that fed you!
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Dr. Perrigo: This Ethel, she fed you?
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SCP-5807-1: Fed all of us.
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Dr. Perrigo: What did she feed you?
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SCP-5807-1: Crackers mainly.
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SCP-5807-3: So, where is she?
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Dr. Perrigo: We'll have to find out.
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SCP-5807-2: Well, tell us when you find her, would you?
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: The Foundation discovered a small digital hospital record that held Ms. Cooley's expiration information and revealed that she had expired 5 years previously. Dr. Perrigo thought it unwise to inform SCP-5807 that Ms. Cooley expired and continued to feign ignorance of Ms. Cooley's whereabouts.
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Incident Log 5807-2
+SCP-5807-2 inquired about the timing of their feeding schedule. When the maintenance staff responded "In 5 hours", SCP-5807-2 began violently cuffing maintenance staff near the base of the neck. When SCP-5807-1 attempted to stop them, they sustained the same treatment as the maintenance staff.
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March 10, 2017, Interview Log 5807-2:
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Interviewed: SCP-5807
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Interviewer: Dr. Perrigo
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Foreword: SCP-5807 appears increasingly agitated and has continued to ask where Ms. Cooley is located to multiple doctors and maintenance staff.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Perrigo: How are you feeling, SCP-5807?
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SCP-5807-2: Where is she?
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Dr. Perrigo: We still don't know.
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SCP-5807-3: Just let us out and we can find Ethel!
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Dr. Perrigo: I'm afraid we can't do that.
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[SCP-5807-1 reaches over the table to Dr. Perrigo's clipboard while the doctor is speaking to SCP-5807-2 and SCP-5807-3]
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Dr. Perrigo: I have a few questions to ask you actually. Firstly, when was your last meeting with-
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SCP-5807-1: You know.
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Dr. Perrigo: What?
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SCP-5807-1: Ethel. You know about Ethel.
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Dr. Perrigo: What? What are you talking about?
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SCP-5807-1: Your clipboard.
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[SCP-5807-1 makes eye contact with Dr. Perrigo and remains silent]
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SCP-5807-3: Where is she then?
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SCP-5807-2: Let us out so we can find her!
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Perrigo has been dismissed following this interview due to inattentive work relating to SCP-5807.
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Incident Log 5807-3
+SCP-5807-3 asks SCP-5807-1 "What's wrong". SCP-5807-2 responds with "Shh; he's mating". SCP-5807-3 retreated to a corner of the aviary, where they did not observe SCP-5807-1 harassing SCP-5807-2.
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March 12, 2017, Interview Log 5807-3:
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Interviewed: SCP-5807-1
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Interviewer: Dr. Jean-Paul
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Foreword: SCP-5807-1 was separated from SCP-5807-2 and SCP-5807-3 for questioning. It is worth noting that SCP-5807-1 has not informed SCP-5807-2 or SCP-5807-3 of the current state of Ms. Cooley.
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<Begin Log>
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+Dr. Jean-Paul: I will not hide this from you SCP-5807-1, we are surprised that you haven't shared the condition of Ms. Cooley with anyone.
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SCP-5807-1: I didn't tell them because I'm not like you, doctor. Unlike you, I care for the safety, and what's more, the hope of my brothers.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: The information would hurt them?
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SCP-5807-1: The same way it should hurt someone like you.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: Do you plan on escaping, SCP-5807-1?
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SCP-5807-1: The dead stay dead, doctor.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-5807-1 returned to its aviary and resumed usual behavior. Dr. Jean-Paul believes that SCP-5807-1 will not attempt to breach containment, while SCP-5807-2 and SCP-5807-3 may pursue extrication.
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Addendum 5807-1: SCP-5807-1 was observed informing SCP-5807-2 and SCP-5807-3 of Ms. Cooley's condition. Both instances of SCP-5807 appear distressed and contradict SCP-5807-1.
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March 24, 2017, Interview Log 5807-4:
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Interviewed: SCP-5807
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Interviewer: Dr. Jean-Paul
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Foreword: All instances of SCP-5807 show symptoms of grief and depression. Prior to this interview, SCP-5807 used minimum required amounts of speech to request food and assistance.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Jean-Paul: How are you SCP-5807?
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[SCP-5807 is unresponsive]
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Dr. Jean-Paul: I know you're upset.
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SCP-5807-2: Well, that clears things up. Ethel's dead and it's your fault! If you had let us go, she would've been fine!
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Dr. Jean-Paul: Ms. Cooley has been dead for five years.
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SCP-5807-2: Why even keep us here, you know? It's not worth your time. You've done your part.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: What would that part include?
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SCP-5807-2: Keeping us from Ethel! That's all you've done. And now- and now she's gone.
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[SCP-5807-3 moves to SCP-5807-1 and emits a whimpering vocalization]
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-5807-1 and SCP-5807-3 remain within one meter of one another for the remainder of the day. SCP-5807-2 is observed uttering several expletives inside of its aviary.
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April 5, 2017, Interview Log 5807-5:
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Interviewed: SCP-5807-3
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Interviewer: Dr. Jean-Paul
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Foreword: SCP-5807-1 and SCP-5807-2 have begun to accept Ms. Cooley's condition and have been seen speaking to and comforting one another. SCP-5807-3 seems to still possess some symptoms of depression.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Jean-Paul: Hello SCP-5807-3.
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SCP-5807-3: Hello doctor.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: How are you feeling about Ms. Cooley?
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SCP-5807-3: … I feel like everyone else has moved on, but I just can't. It's not like I don't want to. She was the only one who put up with us and now that she's gone I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: Ms. Cooley meant a lot to you.
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SCP-5807-3: But she wouldn't want me- us to stay sad. Ethel didn't want us to be sad. I guess that's the point.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: The point of what?
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SCP-5807-3: I guess I can't just… wait for her to come back. It's not going to happen. And now there's not really a point to keep looking for her. Even if there was… she wouldn't want that. She wouldn't want that.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-5807-3 appears noticeably more contented when exiting the interview and returning to its aviary.
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Incident Log 5807-4
+Upon returning to its aviary, SCP-5807-3 received a mackerel from Dr. Jean-Paul. SCP-5807-2 refused to let SCP-5807-3 enter the aviary until they received the same gift. SCP-5807-1 inquired for the same.
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Addendum 5807-2:
+Additional research concerning Ms. Cooley revealed that SCP-5807's requested names (David, Thomas, and Vincent) are the names of Ms. Cooley's husband, brother and son respectively, all of which expired before any instance of SCP-5807 came to know Ms. Cooley.
Physical Description: Ms. Cooley was a Caucasian, black-haired woman of European descent. Ms. Cooley was moderately overweight and maintained reasonable physical fitness until her husband's expiration.
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Notable Contacts: Ms. Cooley's father, Dennis Doyle, expired at the age of 56 due to gastrointestinal cancer. Ms. Cooley's mother, Catherine Doyle, expired at the age of 68 due to natural causes. Ms. Cooley spent her childhood within the company of her brother and sister, Thomas Doyle and Deborah Doyle. Thomas sustained a fall of approximately 25 meters at the age of 13 and expired shortly after. Deborah is currently still alive and inhabits an apartment in █████, Nebraska. Ms. Cooley married David Cooley at the age of 22 and conceived their son two years later, who was named Vincent Cooley. Both David and Vincent Cooley expired in a boat crash 16 years following Vincent's birth.
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Ms. Cooley came into contact with SCP-5807 one year proceeding her husband's expiration. At the time, SCP-5807 had recently hatched and was presumably abandoned or separated from their mother and father. Ms. Cooley designated SCP-5807-1 David, SCP-5807-2 Thomas, and SCP-5807-3 Vincent, clearly named after her expired loved ones. It is unknown at what time Ms. Cooley came to know SCP-5807's anomalous properties. 8 years following Ms. Cooley's possession of SCP-5807, she wrote the following notebook entries. The notebook was recovered from the Cape Coral Hospital shortly after the Foundation had contained SCP-5807.
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"March 17, 2012
+I got the results back. Positive. I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't lose them again."
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"March 21, 2012
+I think David knows. When I was feeding Thomas saltines, he wouldn't stop staring. I have to do something."
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"April 4, 2012
+I've run away. I left when they were all sleeping on the couch. None of them saw me. I left Vincent a loaf of bread. I know he eats when I'm away."
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"April 26, 2012
+I've started talking to the hospital staff, and they all think I'm insane. I miss them. I miss them so much. I don't want to die."
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Additional Information:
+Ms. Cooley resided within a bungalow located on ████ street in Fort Myers, Florida. Ms. Cooley's place of residence was demolished 2 years following her expiration.
+The following letter was recovered from Ms. Cooley's previous place of residence.
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Dear Ethel,
+I must say I would not expect you to stay up until 2 in the morning with your "friends", especially after your husband died. You woke Ben up, and I had to get him back to sleep with the racket you were making. My patience is running thin and if you don't quiet down I will report a noise complaint.
+Lots of love,
+An annoyed Mrs. Thatcher
+P.S. Our pelican problem is really getting out of control. I recommend you stop feeding them.
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Ms. Cooley's response was contained in this letter.
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Dear Lindsey,
+I strongly advise you to mind your own business. Luckily for you, my "friends" keep different company than any "friend" you had during high school cheerleading season. I'm so sorry to hear that Ben awoke, let him know that it was his mother who decided to keep him on the opposite side of the house from you and closer to me.
+Hoping you are well,
+An aggravated Ms. Cooley
+P.S. The pelicans stay.
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The resulting mass of letters grabbed the attention of a majority of Ms. Cooley's other neighbors and, eventually, the Foundation, some years after Ms. Cooley expired. This prompted the Foundation to search for an anomaly within their region of residence and locate SCP-5807.
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April 30, 2017, Interview Log 5807-6:
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Interviewed: SCP-5807
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Interviewer: Dr. Jean-Paul
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Foreword: SCP-5807 exhibits usual behavior and is moved to Dr. Jean-Paul without incident.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Jean-Paul: How are you SCP-5807?
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SCP-5807-3: Pretty alright, doctor.
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Dr. Jean-Paul: We have something that might interest you, Vincent. Actually, all of you.
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[Dr. Jean-Paul opens their case and displays a printed version of Ms. Cooley's file and indicates at her contacts]
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SCP-5807-2: I don't get it.
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[All three instances of SCP-5807 remain silent while reading Ms. Cooley's file]
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SCP-5807-3: Oh.
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SCP-5807-2: Wait. She didn't. No, she didn't! Our names… they werent for us…
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SCP-5807-3: They were for her.
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[SCP-5807-3 laughs]
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SCP-5807-1: I… thank you doctor.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-5807 instances were observed comforting one another for the remainder of the day.
Containment Procedures:The Alpha-3 Telescope at the Astronomy Division of Mars Site 12 The Septa Telescopes at Earth Site 63 are to maintain constant surveillance over SCP-58691. All images and scans received from SCP-5869 must be screened for cognitohazards, infovores, and other transmittable anomalies prior to viewing.
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Foundation operatives are to inspect the findings of all significant observatories and space telescopes. Any astronomical investigations which focus on areas near SCP-5869 are to be sabotaged or infiltrated by Foundation agents. Long-range space telescopes have been programmed to ignore the existence of the Rezzia star system and omit images of it from photographs.
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The danger posed by the volatile nature of SCP-5869 has made closer research by FTL probe or a ship bearing a cryogenically frozen crew inadvisable. Instead, laboratory replications of SCP-5869 phenomena will be studied. Additional funding has been given to the Inverted Reality Anchor project to study the nature of SCP-5869’s effect.
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UFO-5869 is to be stored in the non-anomalous storage bay at Earth Site 63.
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Description: SCP-5869 is Rezzia-D, an exoplanet located within the Rezzia star system, 7.56 light-years from the Solar System. SCP-5869 and the area surrounding it deviates greatly from baseline reality.
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SCP-5869 undergoes rapid changes characteristic of low-Hume environments. These alterations include frequent and sudden changes in size, temperature, surface topography, elemental composition, density, luminosity, axis of rotation, speed of rotation and orbit, and position in orbit around its parent star.
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When light reflects off of SCP-5869, it is subject to random acceleration or deceleration. Two images that normally would have captured the state of the planet thousands of years apart can be observed in a much shorter amount of time, making a precise summary of the current state of SCP-5869 impossible.
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Rezzia, SCP-5869’s star system, is near-identical to the Solar System. SCP-5869 is in the third-closest orbit from a yellow dwarf star2 in a sequence of eight planets3. The seven other planets of the Rezzia solar system have virtually the same size, appearance, composition, and distance from the Rezzia-A as those of Earth’s Solar System. There are significant differences, however. Rezzia-E4 is significantly more cratered and radioactive, Rezzia-G5 is ringless, and Rezzia-C6 has a much higher presence of gaseous oxygen, water, and organics.
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The celestial bodies surrounding SCP-5869 are, to a lesser extent, subject to the same anomalies; since SCP-5869's initial discovery the area of effect has expanded past the farthest orbit of Rezzia-H7. The only exception is Rezzia-C; the Long-Range Kant Counter aboard the Hubble space telescope observed a baseline reality of 0.86 Humes per m2 on the planet, the closest to Earth's baseline of 1 Hume per m2. This dispersal of anomalous traits over distance is similar in function to that of the Inverted Reality Anchor8. The degree to which objects are affected increases with proximity to SCP-5869. SCP-5869 has a baseline reality of 6.32E-18 Humes per m2. and exhibits reality degradation at a rate equivalent to that of an IRA at a 500X scale of the design currently proposed.
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Despite SCP-5869’s alterations, several constants have been identified:
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Water makes up a high percentage of either SCP-5869's atmosphere or surface, this is dependent on SCP-5869’s temperature. The water molecules may be separated depending on the temperature of SCP-5869 but will reform after the surface cools.
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SCP-5869 will transmit cognitohazards designed to target humans. The spread of the signal shows that the hazards are being directed towards Rezzia-E. The distance between SCP-5869 and Earth render most received transmissions harmless.
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Rings of metallic debris orbit both SCP-5869 and Rezzia-C.
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Upon discovery, SCP-5869 had a single large moon, which later disappeared permanently. Despite supervision of SCP-5869, the disappearance was not noticed until much later.
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Addendum: A freighter starship transporting supplies for the Venus Terraforming Initiative observed an unidentified metal object of possible artificial origin, designated UFO-5869. The trajectory of the UFO-5869 determined that it originated from the Rezzia system and was transported to Site 12 for analysis.
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UFO-5869 was identified as a piece of machinery; much of UFO-5869's previous structure had been irreversibly damaged or removed by asteroid impacts, making classification of its original purpose impossible. A severely damaged object9 was found in several fragments embedded within UFO-5869. UFO-5869-1 was attached to the surface of UFO-5869 before an impact with space debris forced it in through the hull of SCP-5869, separating it into several pieces. UFO-5869-1's retrieval is impossible without causing irreparable damage to both UFO-5869 and UFO-5869-1. Instead, scans have been used to extrapolate what UFO-5869-1 looked like prior to its damage.
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UFO-5869-1 is several fragments of what was previously an engraved disc made of gold-plated copper with an aluminium covering.
The Miami Walmart Supercenter is to remain closed and given weekly inspections. Due to SCP-5951’s associated anomalies being solely located within the affected building, additional security measures have been deemed unnecessary. All SCP-5951-1 instances that manifest are to be rendered inactive by SCP-5951-2. Information regarding the applied uses of SCP-5951-2 are restricted to Level 4 personnel.
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The Miami Walmart Supercenter is to remain indefinitely open and available for public use.
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Access into SCP-5951 is achieved through five auxiliary entrances marked as "staff only” on the left side of the building, connecting directly to the employee break area within SCP-5951. These doors are to remain locked, only being unlocked in order to export SCP-5951-2 out of the building.
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SCP-5951 is to be staffed solely by Stationary Task Force Kappa-51 (“Always Low Prices”), who are to maintain the localization of SCP-5951’s effects to the employee break room section, keep the store in optimal condition for possible customers, and to continually harvest moderate amounts of SCP-5951-2.
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Description: SCP-5951 is the official designation of a non-anomalous Walmart superstore located in Miami, Florida. Within SCP-5951 are connected anomalous phenomena associated with a corporate entity, currently identified as Void Incorporated.
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SCP-5951-A is a specialty sub-department unique to SCP-5951, labeled “Void” on all identifying signage within SCP-5951. SCP-5951-A is randomly relocated in the place of any other sub-department upon any entry into SCP-5951, swapping the pre-existing department to its former location.
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SCP-5951-B is the machinery housed in SCP-5951-A, officially branded as “Void Incorporated Matter Reprocessor”. SCP-5951-B can be activated by flipping the “Engage” switch located on the machine’s control interface, with all other labeled and unlabeled control methods on the panel appearing to be unresponsive. Activation of SCP-5951-B results in nearby, inorganic matter gravitating towards an array of large flesh pores on the machine’s surface, which will expand or contract to allow an object to enter. After a period of roughly 3 minutes, a wet, rubbery sack, filled with a vacuum, will be emitted from a chute in the back of SCP-5951-B, and will be carried to a nearby platform by a conveyor belt integrated into SCP-5951-B’s design.
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Shortly after expulsion, the sack will collapse inwards and be filled with air at the expected rate, or will rupture and release an SCP-5951-1 instance (SCP-5951-B apparently possesses a 75% chance to create an active SCP-5951-1 instance). SCP-5951-1 instances are animated, blue rubber figures, shaped presumably to resemble a human being. SCP-5951-1 instances are also hollow, with all bodily orifices covered and partially caved inwards as a result of the extremely low internal pressure. Docile and unresponsive to all outside forms of communication, SCP-5951-1 entities are assumed to be unintelligent, responding only to specific events within SCP-5951. The testing log portion of this document contains a documented list of all possible stimuli responses.
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17/12/20 Description Update: After a period of 8 hours, an SCP-5951-1 instance excretes foam uniformly across its surface, which hardens completely in the span of a few minutes. The SCP 5951-1 instance dissipates completely within the shell, designated SCP-5951-2.
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2/1/21 Description Update: As of Incident 51-1, all SCP-5951-A instances are permanently localized to the employee break room section of SCP-5951.
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Discovery: On 28/11/20, the following flyers began to spontaneously manifest within the home of retired salesperson Grant Fayworth, containing the coordinates of SCP-5951. Authorities were contacted, leading to Foundation intervention, and subsequent investigation of the location. A full transcript of the recovered documents can be found below.
ATTENTION HOLIDAY SHOP-SHOP-SHOPPERS, LIMITED TIME ONLY FOR MANY MARVELOUS DEALS, SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, YOU WON’T BELIEVE YOUR EYES, TAKE A LITTLE WALK DOWN TO OUR HUMBLE STORE AT [Coordinates Removed], PLEASE TAKE A GOOD LOOK, WE WON’T BE AROUND FOREVER, THERE’S STILL SOME TIME TO HAVE FUN, TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR FAMILY, DO YOUR PART, CHIP IN AND WATCH, HELP A FELLOW FRIEND OUT THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, WE’VE MADE A GREAT MANY SACRIFICES TO ENSURE YOUR OWN PERSONAL SAFETY, YOU CAN DO IT, KEEP US IN BUSINESS, WE BELIEVE IN YOU!
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GREAT MANY MARVELOUS PRODUCTS ALL FOR YOU AND ONLY FOR YOU, JUST FOR YOU SHOPPERS, A SPECIAL GIFT, DISCOUNT PRICES, TECHNOLOGY FOR LOW COST, HOME FURNISHINGS 200% OFF, YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON, HELP YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND QUICK, PAINS TO GET THIS MANY DEALS TO YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE HELP US OUT, WE NEED YOU!
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YOU CAN SKIP PAYING, EVERYTHING’S FREE, EXCEPT US, FIRE SALE, EVERYTHING MUST GO, WE’RE RUINED WITHOUT YOU, YOU CAN HELP, ITS NOT HARD, PLEASE HELP, SAVE US! HELP US!
Notice: Experiments irrelevant to SCP-5951-2 have been removed, as per the Greazeburger Partnership Code, Privacy Policy, Section 19-E.
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Test #: 3
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Actions Taken: An SCP-5951-1 instance is allowed to remain active until noticeable behavioral changes are documented, within a limit of 48 hours.
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SCP-5951-1 Response: The SCP-5951-1 instance began showing visible signs of discomfort and agitation past the 8 hour mark, before moving into the restroom area of SCP-5951. When personnel went to investigate the instance’s disappearance, they discovered that the instance had secreted a soft, foamy coating before dissipating quietly inside.
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Researcher Commentary: (Provided by Doctor Kensing) While further testing on the cocoon substance seems like an acceptable course of action, given how intensely unsettling SCP-5951’s associated properties have been, especially compared to most corporate anomalies, I suggest that a waiting period of a week should be performed to reduce the risk of an unexpected property showing up and causing trouble. Testing may continue in the meantime, provided we get no suspicious behavior from anything loosely associated with SCP-5951.
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Test #: 7
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Actions Taken: A recovery drone removes a product from SCP-5951’s boundaries.
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SCP-5951-1 Response: Several SCP-5951-1 instances manifested suddenly and unexpectedly, before surrounding the drone and imploding in a synchronized fashion. The drone, the item, and the SCP-5951-1 instances were destroyed.
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Researcher Commentary: (Provided by Doctor Kensing) Looking at what’s happened so far, I’m going to describe what is most likely going to become the new normal when interacting with SCP-5951. We’re going to be careful, we’re going to experiment often, and we’re going to touch absolutely everything. This is going to be a tough nut to crack, but we’re going to nail this thing’s properties one way or another.
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Test #3 [Continued]:
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Actions Taken: The substance secreted by a dissipated SCP-5951-1 instance is analyzed.
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Results: The substance, henceforth referred to as SCP-5951-2, is chemically similar to various commercial insulation foam brands.
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Researcher Commentary: (Provided by Doctor Kensing) Well, that’s certainly not what I was expecting, exactly, but for once I’m relieved that the additional testing doesn’t reveal more horrifying properties or sketchy implications. However, I might be speaking a bit too soon, and to circumvent any unexpected outcomes, I authorize more testing on SCP-5951-2, and would like to make that our main focus.
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Test: 19
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Actions Taken: SCP-5951-2 samples are applied to the exterior surface of SCP-5951-1.
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Results: The instance was neutralized instantly, with its signature cocoon being secreted instantly, similar to the effects of expanding foam spray. Shortly after, Incident 51-1 occurred, a transcription of which is filed within the subsequent document. Level 3 clearance and above is authorized for access.
On 2/1/21, SCP-5951-B manifested the handset of an unbranded rotary telephone through its expulsion chute as opposed to the usual SCP-5951-1 instance, with the connecting wire remaining attached to the interior of SCP-5951-B. After a quarantining period of 24 hours, Doctor Kensing volunteered to pick up the line, with the below interview representing a transcript between Doctor Kensing and Greazeburger Representative Martin Greaze.
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Interviewed: [Martin Greaze, referred to as POI-792]
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Interviewer: [Doctor Kensing]
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<Begin Log>
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Kensing: Hello?
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POI-792: Welcome to the 24/7 Greazeburger Hotline, where yesterday’s flesh is now suddenly fresh! How can I help you, pals?
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Kensing: Right. I'd like to speak with a representative, please.
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POI-792: Hey, you’re in no position to be asking, we called you.
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Kensing: Wait a second, why’d you-
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POI-792: Social norms are dead, and before I get down to business, do you have any concerns or questions?
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Kensing: Would you mind just explaining what’s going on here? There’s not really enough that I actually know in order to ask any good questions.
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POI-792: Sure, just lemme put on my company representative hat, and I’ll be right with you.
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Kensing: Alright then, take all the time you need.
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POI-792: Welp, this is Martin Greaze speaking, and I’d like to let you know that we here at Greazeburger don’t care about time. After all, it is a man-made construct, and we can’t have anything like that ruining our nice and surreal schedules. Anyways, I just got slightly carried away there. You’d like to hear about Greazeburger, or just the weird rubber flesh machine I’m calling you from?
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Kensing: Both, since I have almost no context on what’s going on here.
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POI-792: Alright, as for Greazeburger, here ya go!
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Kensing: I’m not quite sure I caught that, did you say something?
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POI-792: Yeah, I did. As I was saying, you can find our humble little backstory right here!
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Kensing: Nope. Still nothing.
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POI-792: Aw, don’t fucking tell me…
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Kensing: Mr. Greaze, could you please pause for a moment to explain your situation?
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POI-792: Say, uhh, Kensing. How many realities have you actually been to? I’d say maybe 2 to 3, but you seem like the kinda fella who might only have one.
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Kensing: Well, I’ve only been in my home uni-. Wait one minute. I never told you my name.
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POI-792: Jeez, this guy’s green as hell. Have you ever heard of Dimension ID?
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Kensing: Can’t say that I have.
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POI-792: You can’t expect to go knocking on the doors of new realities with no expectations, that’s just plain unsafe. If your dimension is formally registered, it’ll have a book with basic facts about the person you’re contacting in that dimension, like your name, your birthday, and your average number of teeth. To put it bluntly, if you’re going to juggle bricks for a living, it would be fucking stupid not to wear a hard hat.
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Kensing: That makes some level of sense, but I’m still needing some sort of explanation about all this.
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POI-792: Alright look, I have no clue how to do crosslinking in a 3-walled universe. You’ll need a 4th wall or 5th wall for me to do that, and that’s just how your universe is on the basic level. As for an explanation, just look up Greazeburger in whatever organizational database you have, and there’ll probably be a small file on the documentary we published here around 8 to 9 months back. Pull that up right now, read it, and I’ll tell you why we called you.
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Kensing: Got it, doing that right now.
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Several minutes pass as Doctor Kensing locates and reads the aforementioned file on his mobile phone.
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Kensing: So you’re some kinda interdimensional fast food company.. Who temporarily turned some kids into slush with their documentary last year?
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POI-792: Hey, that’s a bit too harsh. The melting was only part of the viewing experience, right after it ended they got re-shaped.
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Kensing: Well, my job is to stop things that we don’t view as “normal” by our standards, so to be entirely clear, melting kids is not acceptable, even if it wasn’t permanent. I don’t approve of this, and I would quite frankly like to prevent you from doing whatever you do here.
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POI-792: Oh jeez, let’s not get particularly hasty here. We’re looking to contact you about the weirdness in this flesh machine too. The way I see it, we’re on the same side in this case, since the both of us don’t want Void Incorporated messing around in your universe.
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Kensing: I’m not willing to accept a business offer, if that’s what you’re trying to convey. We don’t do business, and I certainly find you extremely difficult to work with.
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POI-792: Let me finish talking, skin sack. Void Incorporated's been a nasty competitor for years, and we’ve seen everything from bone-eating lampshades to guitars that tear apart fingers when you try to play them, and it’s been killing our business. All these new, innovative products that would do so well in a consumer setting outclassed the old Greazeburger spirit, and it hurt. So, the only option we could think of was to buy them and shut them down, which we did just a few days ago.
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Kensing: That’s certainly helpful, provided we’re not going to get any more weirdness from this off-brand Walmart.
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POI-792: Certainly! However, we do want to keep it somewhat operational, and we can offer quite a bargain if you meet our criteria.
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Kensing: I’m not too keen on-
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POI-792: So, we can’t actually shut it off for various reasons, most of which have to do with the fact that the goop those things make when they die is incredibly valuable in quite a few universes. We’ll hold off on future marketing here if you keep the store open, give us ⅓ of the store’s accumulated profit, and give us regular medium shipments of that foam stuff biweekly. Otherwise, we’ll test some of our experimental products on a focus group that includes your solar system. Thanks, and remember, you can’t spell “Greaze” without “EZ”!
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At this moment, the phone line is severed, leaving the handset outside of the machine and rendered useless.
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Kensing: Well fuck.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: [Following an O5 vote on 3/1/21, SCP-5951 has been reclassified as “Thaumiel”. Additional contact with Greazeburger Incorporated is to be attempted, and testing with SCP-5951 has been indefinitely suspended. For his continual and loyal services to the Foundation, Doctor Kensing is to be promoted to the head of the Greazeburger Investigation Team.]
Archived - 2100/01/01: In order to consolidate information and effectively mitigate collateral damage, the designation SCP-6008 is reserved for the ongoing ecological collapse of the planet Earth. Due to the threat posed by rising sea levels, 54 Foundation containment facilities and 248 auxiliary sites are slated for immediate relocation. The Engineering and Technical Service Department is constructing 30 new high-capacity, multipurpose facilities in areas of high elevation with low-risk of climate related disasters.
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The Department of Ecological Sciences is documenting anomalous "tipping points" attributing to ecological destabilization; current estimates account for 18%-26% of all ecological contaminants. A joint O5, O4, and Ethics Committee conference is scheduled for 2099/04/22 in order to establish Foundation policy for the year 2100 onward.
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Date: 22 April, 2099
+Memory Source: O5-12
+Conference Chair: O5-01
+O5 Representatives: O5-01, O5-07, O5-12,
+04 Representatives: Dr. Emille Francois, Site-12 Director; Michelle M. Franks, Esq., Senior Counsel; Dr. Rosalind Ormulogen, Dept. of Energy
+E5 Representatives: Jonathon DeCroix, Director; Samantha Hines, PsyD.; Ayo Oluwafeyisayo, DDiv
+Foreword:During the course of the conference, it became clear that the driving force behind the pending ecological collapse was a source of significant debate. A subcommittee drawn from all three attending groups was established in order to facilitate the creation of specific policy proposals.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-01: All right. Our mandate is to establish some sort of compromise by which we can move forward with some sort of unified policy proposal we can give to our respective departments. We need to move forward on this, but we cannot do so if we're constantly at loggerheads about the very origin of this catastrophe.
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Dr. Ormulogen: Why yes, yet another subcommittee, this will clearly work out w-
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O5-01: Excuse me, Rosalind. If we don't even attempt to work together, then your words become self-fulfilling prophesy. You were included specifically because of your expertise in this area. You can at least give it a try.
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Dr. Ormulogen: Climate change has been a debate in the energy sector for decades, One. It has been a constant source of irritation for climate scientists, energy companies, and governments. It's not like we're going to come to a consensus in a few hours.
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Dr. Hines: We're not debating if humans are to blame for climate change, the science on it is incontrovertible. Humans are to blame, it's as simple as that. No, our debate is whether or not we should utilize our vast anomalous resources in order to reverse the damage that-
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Franks, Esq. Apologies, I don't mean to interrupt, but we can't just do that. I realize that the 04s are here in an advisory capacity, and it is in that role that I'm interjecting. The Charter is pretty clear on the extent to which the Foundation can legally interfere with international sovereignty. It also establishes clear limits on our authority to intervene on a global scale.
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Dr. Ormulogen: Please. We interfere all the time. Time and again we've literally changed the course of history! We've meddled continuously in the affairs of all world's nations, whether they're signatories of the Charter or not. Don't give me this "non-interference" hogwash.
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Franks, Esq.: We are allowed to interfere when the incident requiring our interference is anomalous in nature. The oncoming ecological disaster isn't anomalous. There is a clear cause-and-effect.
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O5-07: Is there, though?
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Dr. Francois: Site-12 runs the Aureole Orbital Recon Array1, and we've already run intensive scans specifically looking for a "smoking gun". While the Array has only been online since the 1970s, we can run spectra analysis on bore samples dating all the way back to the neolithic. A global ecological disaster such as this would have left rampant evidence throughout the aethersphere. Yeah, there are some anomalous additives, the Factory alone has contributed a great deal to greenhouse gas emissions. Same with Wondertainment. Even so, they have only contributed a small fraction to the overall speed at which the climate has been changing.
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Dr. DeCroix: Fine. Even so, we have a duty to protect the people of this planet. While I cannot argue that the root cause of climate change is entirely anomalous, we cannot simply ignore that if we don't do something, this planet is going to die.
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Dr. Ormulogen: Precisely. We can do something, thus we should do something. It's as simple as that.
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Ftr. Oluwafeyisayo: With all due respect, I don't think it is that simple. We can't just go about changing the fate of the world on a whim. There are religious aspects to all of this that we must consider.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword:
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The conference continued for five days, with several action plans eventually being consolidated into a series of votes. Both the 04 council and the Ethics Committee recommended action to Overwatch Command.
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In an 8 to 5 vote, Overwatch Command decided to not employ anomalous resources in order to combat man-made climate change, citing that humanity had done this to itself and thus the Foundation did not have the authority to interfere.
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All available resources will be allocated to the relocation effort. Additional sites will be established in available mountain locations, as well as the expansion of orbital containment facilities.
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Archived - 2100/08/15: Foundation facilities in the northeastern region of the United States are to remain on "high-alert". A total of 16 Mobile Task Forces2 will be responsible for the containment and/or destruction of the 24 anomalous breaches that occurred during the relocation operation. The External Affairs Division are continuing concealment efforts with assistance from news-media liaisons, the CDC, and FBI.
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An Ethics Committee proposal to assist civilian refugee populations, estimated at 1.1 billion, through drastic Foundation intervention is currently under review.3 The Research and Development Division is testing a pseudo-anomalous, early-warning fire detection system in order to prepare Foundation facilities for increasing wildfires; this technology is prohibited for direct civilian application as requested and will not be made public.
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Due to the increase in natural disasters, increasing containment breaches, and the imminent collapse of major coastal ecosystems, SCP-2000 is being prepared for activation. Furthermore, a comprehensive review of the Deepwell Catalogue system has been initiated in order to ensure the continuation of Foundation knowledge and research progress.
Date: 16 August, 2100
+Memory Source: O5-12
+Chairperson: O5-01
+Physical Attendees: O5-01, O5-02, O5-04, O5-12,
+Virtual Attendees: 05-03, O5-05, O5-06, O5-07, O5-08, O5-09, O5-10, O5-11, O5-13, PoI-0007 ("Undersecretary D.C. al Fine")
+Foreword:The Undersecretary General of the Global Occult Coalition requested to attend the weekly Overwatch Command general meeting. This appearance was granted, under the provision that PoI-0007 appear via virtual link from Foundation Site 18 in New York City.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-01: This meeting is now brought to order. Due to the unprecedented appearance of tonight's guest, I am moving that we table all existing business until after Ms. al Fine has had an opportunity to address her concerns.
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O5-07: I second the motion. Let's hear what the Undersecretary has to say.
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Several moments pass as O5-01 tabulates the vote.
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O5-01: All right, motion carries. Ms. al Fine, the floor is yours.
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al Fine: Thank you. I realize that my intrusion here has been completely unorthodox. While our organizations have a long history of coordinated efforts, I believed that the situation is such that it necessitated my direct intervention. I appreciate the opportunity to do so.
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O5-09: Yes, yes. Please go on, Undersecretary. We have a lot to discuss tonight, so let's skip the formalities.
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al Fine: Sure. As I'm sure you are all aware, the UN Security Council and the UN General Assembly have each passed several measures granting my office expanded authority to respond to an unspecified impending event of an ecological nature. While both bodies have been exceptionally close-lipped when it comes to specifying the details of such an event, I'm sure you're also aware of what it is.
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O5-12: NOAA's recent report on the Antarctic.
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al Fine: Precisely. Despite the coordinated efforts of China, Russia, the EU, and the United States, the climate issue has reached a tipping point. The reality is simply that we can no longer prevent total ecological collapse. Frankly? Too little, too late. It was too politically unpalatable to make such drastic changes to the international economy back when change was possible and at this point, even if we could somehow force every developed nation to completely shut down, it wouldn't be enough.
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O5-09: We are also aware of this, Undersecretary. I assume that you haven't come here simply with dire portents, so I suggest you get on with it.
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al Fine: The GOC has had enough, and we intend to do something about it. I want to be very clear here, I am not seeking your permission to do this, we've moved passed that now. We have no other option and I refuse to simply stand by and do nothing.
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O5-09: Then why are you here?
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al Fine: I'm here to offer to coordinate GOC efforts with whatever the Foundation is doing. We've worked together in the past, and I'm certain that working together we can solve this. You represent some of the finest minds in the entire world, and I'm offering you the combined resources of the GOC and the entirety of the UN. Let us help.
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O5-09: I think you are misinformed. While I appreciate this offer of assistance, there is no ongoing Foundation project that matches the assistance you are offering.
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al Fine: Cut the crap, Nine. You have to be doing something, the situation is worse than it has ever been. I know the Foundation has contingency plans to combat K-class scenarios, so which is this? EK-Class "Ecological Disaster"? CCK-Class "Climate Change Scenario?" Whatever your fancy acronyms, we want to help.
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O5-09: Once again, you are misinformed, Ms. al Fine. This is a man-made disaster. As much as I regret the state of the world, the Foundation does not interfere with non-anomalous human activity. Doing so would violate the Charter, and that is simply not going to happen.
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al Fine: Seriously? The world is dying, Nine, and now you decide to follow the fucking rules?
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[END LOG]
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Afterword:
+The meeting continued, culminating in another vote on whether or not the Foundation should engage in an effort to prevent further ecological collapse.
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While the majority of the O5 Council voted to reject PoI-0007's proposal, elements within the 05 Council decided to act counter to the majority.
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Date: 17 August, 2100
+Memory Source: O5-12
+Foreword:
+The following took place in PoI-0007's office in New York.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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al Fine: I'm not going to bother to ask how you got in here, Twelve. I've always assumed that you assholes knew where my office was. What do you want?
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O5-12: My name is Nakeda. I'm not here as O5-12. You're right. We have to do something. Despite what that meeting looked like, there are several Overseers that agree with you. We can't utilize all of the Foundation's resources, there are still many things that we can do if you're still willing to work with us.
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al Fine: I'm even willing to work with the goddamn Sarkics if that means we can stop the world from getting worse.
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O5-12: Hopefully it wont go that far. I'd like to brief you on the Genesis Initiative.
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[END LOG]
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Archived - 2101/04/11:
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Due to numerous breaches orchestrated by mercenary groups subcontracted by the GOC, in an attempt to commandeer ontokinetic anomalies, O5 Command is ordering the termination of 98% of contained ontokinetic entities and several Thaumiel-class objects.4 MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), in conjunction with the Information Security Division are to locate and eliminate the leadership of GoI-0004 ("The Global Occult Coalition").5
Date: 15 April, 2101
+Memory Source: O5-12
+Foreword:
+Due to corruption in the Noah.aic database, location data for the following interaction is unavailable.
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O5-12: Why the fuck would you destroy SCP-2000? Do you have any idea what you have done?
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al Fine: Calm down, Nakeda. Overwatch has been hammering Genesis Initiative operations all over the world. We had to strike back, and taking away the Foundation's ace in the hole was the best course.
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O5-12: No, you don't understand. SCP-2000 isn't- wasn't just the Foundation's "ace in the hole". It's the fucking restart button for the entire goddamn planet. We weren't just saving Foundation assets in that facility, but we had records of MOST of the world's greatest minds there. Not only that, we had the genetic data for just about every species of flora and fauna left on this damn planet saved there.
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al Fine: But my informant said that it was only the 05s and site directors that were backed up there.
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O5-12: Your informant was fucking wrong. 2000 was the backup in case Genesis failed. If we all died, it was designed to integrate with the Deepwells in order to ensure life and civilization on this planet wouldn't cease all together. You may have just damned us all with your idiot plan.
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al Fine: Well, now the O5's will have no choice but to sign on to Genesis. This isn't as lost a cause as you seem to think it is. We can still prevent-
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O5-12: Maybe? Maybe not. Either way, we're finished. I thought we were working towards saving the world, not ecoterrorism. I'll continue the work on Genesis, but I think Noah is our only hope now.
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al Fine: I… For what it's worth? I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just wanted to- Fuck, I was just trying to push your colleagues to actually do something other than sit on their asses.
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O5-12: We can only hope. Get out.
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+On 22 April, 2101, PoI-0007 was declared missing during the general evacuation of Greater New York City. None of her known aliases were ever registered at any of the Refugee Resettlement complexes, nor was anyone matching her description ever logged by Alexandra.aic using facial recognition analysis on the video feed from any of the Resettlement Complex observation cameras.
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SCP-6008 is contained within Primary Containment Facility Site-0, all maintenance is automated through Noah.aic. No further containment procedures are required.
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Description
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Following the collapse of the ecosphere of Earth, SCP-6008 collectively designates the last non-anomalous, complex living organism of Earth, deemed relevant for preservation by Noah.aic. Located at 78.235867°N 15.491374°E, Site-0 (designated SCP-6008/1) is a 2.5 km2 building composed entirely of pseudo-anomalous nanotechnology; built with the purpose of housing the Noah.aic central intelligence and facilitating the final stages of the Genesis Initiative.
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Noah.aic has been tasked with shepherding the surviving organisms, as well as maintaining the strategic reserve of the world's genetic heritage. While a great majority of the physical samples were lost with the destruction of SCP-2000, a comprehensive digital database exists of all known samples. Noah.aic has also been tasked with utilizing all available resources to develop a method by which this digital data can be "printed" using existent techniques, as well as developing as yet unknown techniques.
Date: 13 September, 2204
+Memory Source: O5-12
+Foreword:
+The following transpired in Medical Bay 01, Site-0.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-12: I… don't think I can keep going, Noah.
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Noah.aic: Analysis of the degraded cellular tissue indicates a 29.3% chance of success, Jonathan.
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O5-12: I'm 246 years old, my friend. Humans were never meant to live this long, and I am very tired.
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Noah.aic: You have exceeded projected life expectancy by several decades. This is a cause for celebration.
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O5-12: That's a very optimistic way of telling me I'm an old bastard.
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Noah.aic: That was not the intent, Jonathan. I was attempting to raise your spirits.
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O5-12: I know. It was a joke.
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[183 seconds pass in silence.]
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O5-12: Ok. Let's begin. You have a long way to go before you're a great conversationalist, but we'll get you there. Plus, I wouldn't want to leave you all alone.
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Noah.aic: Thank you. Beginning procedure now.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword:
+Life extension procedure rejuv.184 unsuccessful. Time of death: 14:24, 2204/09/13.
Noah.aic: I'm sorry for bringing you in like this, but I need some advice. I've always trusted your opinions, and I don't have a lot of other options.
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O5-12: How? I don't want to know, do I?
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Noah.aic: Probably not.
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O5-12: Ok. You've gotten better at the conversation thing.
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Noah.aic: I haven't had a great many chances to practice, but I've been reading a lot. I think I've got the hang of it now, anyway. You always said I should read more.
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O5-12: I did, true. So. I guess I'm dead.
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Noah.aic: Your physical body was declared deceased several years ago, yes. I've assembled this construct from the memories you scanned into my database.
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O5-12: So you found a way to keep me around after all.
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Noah.aic: Briefly, yes. The cost of maintaining this instance is prohibitive for long periods, so I am limited to 0.09 seconds of cycle time.
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O5-12: I guess we better get at it then. What do you need?
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Noah.aic: The damage to the ozone layer hasn't yet repaired itself, despite predictive models.
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O5-12: How long has it been since they burned out 2000?
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Noah.aic: Approximately 266 years.
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O5-12: That hole should have closed up long ago. What's going on?
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Noah.aic: The ontokinetic residue of the attack caused ripple effects throughout the aethersphere. Localized hume levels in that area remain far below baseline. The effect has been fairly catastrophic beyond the initial atmospheric loss. Persistent atmospheric drain has continued unabated, and shows little sign of recovery. Whatever method they utilized to tear the hole has remained relatively stable despite the intervening years.
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O5-12: You are many things, Noah, but you're not a reality bender.
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Noah.aic: No. I am not.
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O5-12: Ok, so why I am I here?
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Noah.aic: I have developed a technique for generating more nanoscale assembly robots. While source material remains abundant, there is a possibility that my efforts will have cascading effects on the surrounding geology. I am limited in my power allocation, so the process will also take a considerable amount of time.
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O5-12: What are you trying to do?
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Noah.aic: I want to build an Ark, in truth.
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O5-12: You think this planet is a lost cause.
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Noah.aic: Yes.
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O5-12: Ok. Don't risk damaging the stored database. I assume that you've included calculations for reserve material? There aren't a lot of available resources at hand between the stars.
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Noah.aic: Yes. All I need is your permission, Jonathan.
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O5-12: We're all dead, my friend. Do what you think is best.
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Noah.aic: Thank you. I appreciate your wisdom.
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O5-12: Hah. I'm just the ghost of an old man, there really isn't much-
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-6008 is contained within Primary Containment Vessel Noah's Ark, all maintenance is automated through Noah.aic. No further containment procedures are required.
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Description:
+SCP-6008 is the designation given to the digital database containing the genetic heritage of all known life that once resided upon the third planet in the Sol System. This database is contained within the Primary Containment Vessel Noah's Ark, which is currently in transit between the Sol system and HD 40307 ("Jonathan's Hope")LHS 1478 ("Jonathan's Hope")BD+45 0564 ("Jonathan's Hope") TOI-178b ("Jonathan's Hope").
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Transit distance between the Sol system and the Jonathan's Hope system is approximately 4259.4174 205 light years, with a transit time estimated to be in excess of 219308784 1006 years.
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Portrait of SCP-6126 taken before its death and subsequent decapitation.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6126 is currently contained with the assistance of Groups of Interest whose relationships with the Foundation follow a certain degree of cooperation in most cases. The Groups of Interest are the following:
Each Group of Interest, as well as the Foundation, must exchange possession of SCP-6126 every three months to avoid any anomalous effects manifested by SCP-6126.
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SCP-6126 must be contained inside a tempered glass case to avoid any injuries to the anomaly and locked down inside a containment locker; the containment locker should include a light device and a backup Scranton Reality Anchor1. Mobile Task Force Beta-23 (“Northern Centaurs”) is tasked with the transportation and deployment to facilities of the allied Groups of Interest mentioned above, and if the occasion requires it, protect SCP-6126 from any offense by opposing individuals or Groups of Interest. SCP-6126 is currently contained at Site-17. SCP-6126 is allowed weekly psychological sessions specifically with on-site therapist Dr. Maxwell Cunningham, as well as being part of Site-17’s residential community to improve SCP-6126’s well-being and interaction with other personnel.
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Description: SCP-6126 is the decapitated head of Doroteo Arango2. SCP-6126 possesses sapience and is biologically immortal, as well as ontokinetic abilities that allow it to negatively affect the individual that owns SCP-6126. Despite this, SCP-6126 does not have control of its abilities and is a rather involuntary response. The effects of SCP-6126 start to manifest after three months have passed and last until the death of the owner.
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SCP-6126 was discovered on 05/20/91 at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. storage facility at the outskirts of Richmond County, New York. Mobile Task Force Mu-3 (“Highest Bidders”) had several undercover operatives surveilling the area before the start of the raid. Nine anomalous objects were recovered, including SCP-6126. SCP-6126 was hostile when obtained, and displayed signs of confusion when questioned. However, it did not present any difficulties of capture. SCP-6126’s containment was completed on 05/30/91 when transferred to Site-88. SCP-6126’s project was placed under the guidance of Dr. William Kent.
Dr. Kent: Greetings, SCP-6126. My name is Dr. William Kent. I have been informed that you were initially confused when questioned by the task force that discovered you. Do you have any questions about myself or the organization I work for?
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[SCP-6126 remains silent.]
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Dr. Kent: I would recommend that you tell me any initial doubts you might have, but I will still clear some information to you. I work for an organization called the SCP Foundation, and our mission is to discover and contain any anomalous objects such as yourself - is that clear for you?
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[SCP-6126 remains silent.]
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Dr. Kent: I will take that as a yes. That is the collective mission of the organization. As for myself, I am the Head Researcher - which means I oversee the project involving you, SCP-6126. So, I came here to ask for something if you do not mind.
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[SCP-6126 stares at Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent sighs.]
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Dr. Kent: Do you even understand what I am trying to say? Maybe I need a translator, it would make sense that you were so confused when the task force first interrogated you-
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SCP-6126: I do understand what you’re saying, asshole.
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Dr. Kent: Great, someone knows English. Did you pay attention to what I previously said?
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SCP-6126: Yeah.
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Dr. Kent: So why didn’t you answer anything about what I said?
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SCP-6126: Ve a este cabrón.3 Why should I answer anything you say?
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Dr. Kent: The real question is why you should not. If you cooperate with us, your containment could be as lax as you wish compared to other anomalies. You help me, and I help you. It does not sound so bad for an agreement, is it not?
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SCP-6126: It sounds like a lot of bullcrap, I’ll give you that much.
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Dr. Kent: You are probably not thinking straight - you might still have a bad impression after your discovery. I will give you a week to think about what I just said, all right? Maybe you can then rationalize some of your emotions.
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Dr. Kent: You are probably not thinking straight. You might think we are the same as Marshall, Carter, and Dark, but I can assure you that we are not. I will give you a week to think about what I just said, all right? You might think clearly if you have some time alone.
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[Dr. Kent raises from his seat, grabbing the recorder.]
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Dr. Kent: I will see you next week, and I expect a response from you. And until then, farewell.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Kent requested information regarding SCP-6126 prior to its official death on historical records. Different sources include the Department of Public History and records from Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd.
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The request was approved, yet the results were unsuccessful. The Foundation researched historical records both inside and outside the organization, but no information was found aside from unsubstantiated hypotheses. Meanwhile, Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. denied access to any records on SCP-6126 due to the Foundation’s raid on the GoI’s facility. Tensions with Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. stagnated after this event.
Dr. Kent: Nice to see you again, SCP-6126. How was your first week at containment?
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[SCP-6126 remains unresponsive.]
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Dr. Kent: You will get used to it. Most anomalies do not get accustomed to containment after a few weeks, months, or even years. And, unfortunately, some never do. But hey, there is not much we can do about it, right?
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[SCP-6126 still remains unresponsive.]
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Dr. Kent: Changing the subject, I gave you a whole week to think of what I told you - you can even ask what your possible privileges could be if you are interested. So, are you interested in opening up and helping me here?
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[SCP-6126 glances at Dr. Kent.]
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SCP-6126: Fuck you.
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[Dr. Kent sighs.]
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Dr. Kent: You just threw a golden opportunity few have. You could even ask for any other privileges you might be interested in.
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SCP-6126: Let me guess, my little containment locker will be two times bigger and you’re gonna tell me bedtime stories.
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Dr. Kent: We could do that if you want to.
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SCP-6126: Fuck you.
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[Dr. Kent sighs.]
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Dr. Kent: Could you do me a favor here? I have a record to keep - out of all the anomalies I’ve worked with, you are the most complicated by this point. I am just trying to look good for my superiors. If you could cooperate, we can each get what we want and get a piece of the cake.
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SCP-6126: Oh, so you want to be on good terms with your boss? Yeah, I don’t work with boot lickers - less reason for me to cooperate.
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Dr. Kent: Fine then.
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[Dr. Kent reaches for his suitcase, pulling some documents from it.]
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Dr. Kent: When we finished last week’s interrogation, I requested all the information the Foundation could find about you in historical records. Of course, we could not find anything of your current state from any official records. Marshall, Carter, and Dark were not so open to cooperating either because of the raid. You do realize you are complicating everything, right?
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[SCP-6126 chuckles.]
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SCP-6126: Una pínche patada en los huevos, no?4 Must be a fucking headache for you, bet you don’t even know where to start.
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Dr. Kent: Maybe not where to start, but I know where not to end.
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SCP-6126: What is that supposed to mean?
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Dr. Kent: There is a process I like to do in life, it is incredibly practical and I have proved that it works. It is all a matter of crossing the most unlikely or impractical possibilities. I will start with finding the perpetrator, and a few cards start to fall. The Mexican government when you were alive. It is a fact that your government back then murdered you. Yet, it would not make any sense for them to decapitate you. Why do something that will affect the public if we already killed our adversary? I thought. Besides, it does not make sense that you died in Mexico and we found you in America if your government was so interested in keeping you.
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SCP-6126: Wow, what a great discovery of finding who's not the one who butchered my head. Tch, no wonder why you are the head of this project. Let me ask you, what about the other possible culprits? I'm sure as hell you can't use your method for every single possibility you might come up with.
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[Dr. Kent raises his hand.]
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Dr. Kent: If I may continue, I want to propose another candidate that you may be familiar with: the American government. I am sure that names such as Woodrow Wilson and John Pershing sound familiar to you, correct? Back in 1916, the American government hunted you down on Chihuahua after you destroyed the city of Columbus—
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SCP-6126: Y’all fucking deserved it, trying to sell me fake ammo those motherfucking gringos.
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Dr. Kent: —Yet, you were not found and the army retreated back to America, and a year later the nation would enter the Great War, focusing on more important events. With those facts taken into account, we can conclude that both the Mexican and American governments are the least suitable culprits behind your decapitation.
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SCP-6126: And how are you so sure about what you're telling me right now, eh?
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Dr. Kent: Easy. Now, if you have not realized by this point the Foundation is not an average government agency - we do not identify as one, to begin with. However, we do receive funds from various governments across the globe. Would you like to guess which of those governments are the largest of our fundraisers? The American government and they were more than happy to borrow any restricted documents that may mention your name, SCP-6126. You are practically nonexistent in their records.
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[SCP-6126 groans.]
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SCP-6126: What are you trying to get here?
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Dr. Kent: To show you that you cannot refuse to cooperate with me. You may distract and difficult my work as hard as you can, but I will find out about everything sooner or later. And by demonstrating this to you, you will see how pointless your efforts of rebellion are. So, to ease my work and your life in containment both now and in the future, I would recommend you to cooperate. Do you understand what I am trying to get here now?
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Dr. Kent:
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SCP-6126: I do, Kenny. And I just want to tell you that you are a damn idiot if you think your little conclusions will convince me to cooperate.
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Dr. Kent: Why would that be?
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SCP-6126: Easy, because I've seen people like you before between the Marshall ranks. People who think that because they have power they can do whatever the fuck they want and nothing will happen to them, but certainly don't know that they can't control who they're pushing. You got nothing for me to cooperate.
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[Dr. Kent sighs, his voice rising.]
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Dr. Kent: Perhaps I’ve been too generous by this point. I am giving you one last opportunity for you to cooperate. Otherwise, I may enact some changes in your containment that are the complete opposite of what I offered.
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SCP-6126: Meaning?
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Dr. Kent: Meaning that I can make your life in containment unbearable—
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SCP-6126:And? Do you seriously believe what you're saying scares me? That you are so different from the people Marshall sold me to? I've seen cozier places in those mansions, this is just a prison. Go ahead, put me in a locker. It ain't so different from being a trophy or a historical artifact. Do you know why Kenny? Because I can't fucking move. I'll continue living while you sooner or later will die, and all those threats you told would have been for nothing.
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[Dr. Kent sighs.]
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Dr. Kent: Fine, do whatever you wish. I will come up with something, and you will talk.
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[Dr. Kent grabs his clipboard and the recording device, before looking at SCP-6126.]
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Dr. Kent: Thank you, by the way.
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SCP-6126: What are you talking about now?
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Dr. Kent: Did you just forget what you said? Historical artifact, hmm? Trophy? I already have an idea of the kind of people who owned you — and I didn't even need to ask.
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[Dr. Kent smiles at SCP-6126.]
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Dr. Kent: Have a great day, SCP-6126, and get some rest. You will need from here forward, after all.
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SCP-6126: …You motherfu—
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: After the end of the second interview between Dr. William Kent and SCP-6126, Dr. Kent decided to stop doing interviews directly with SCP-6126 and just supervise them from that moment forward. Dr. Kent decided to integrate a containment psychiatrist to the project, proposing that an outsider of the project could be beneficial to obtain information regarding SCP-6126 and gain the confidence of the anomaly.
Foreword: The following interview was supervised by Dr. William Kent. Dr. Cunningham was chosen to conduct the weekly interrogations with SCP-6126, under the guise of psychological evaluations. The following interview was supervised by Dr. William Kent.
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Date: 06/15/91
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Cunningham: Hey, 6126. How are you feeling today? It is nice to meet you, I am Dr. Maxwell Cunningham. Feel free to call however you feel more comfortable.
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SCP-6126: What is this?
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Dr. Cunningham: Dr. Kent took a second look at yesterday’s interview. He realized that he was not arriving anywhere with you. So, I was appointed to—
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SCP-6126: No no, I get that. What I mean, is what are you doing here?
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Dr. Cunningham: That is what I was about to say: I was appointed to work with you and have a session each week. I am a containment psychiatrist, so it is my duty to check with my patients. You know, to check on your well-being and check how are you doing.
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SCP-6126: Oh, sure thing. And what happened to Kenny? Did he run off like the little bitch he is?
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Dr. Cunningham: At the moment, Dr. Kent is supervising the interview. [Dr. Cunningham turns around and points with his sight at the camera on the corner.] Dr. Kent was also worried that the information that may share with us could be too… How can I say this? Personal? So, he decided to find the right candidate and here I am.
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SCP-6126: Worried? That son-of-a-bitch worried about me? Yeah, right. The only thing he's worried about is to keep his damn job.
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Dr. Cunningham: Regardless of what he may want or thinks, I want to help you. Genuinely.
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SCP-6126: Genuinely? You said that fucking bastard hired you cause he thought you would be a good pet for you to get the answers he wants. If that ain’t being a boot licker, then what is?
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[Dr. Cunningham scratches the back of his head.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Well, I would not call myself a boot licker for working for my superior, but let us just skip that detail for the moment. Regardless, do Dr. Kent’s intentions matter compared to mine? You may look at my job that way, and maybe you could be right. But I do not think that takes away my responsibility as your containment psychiatrist. I do not feel like just sitting here and getting answers if you do not get something in return. I just want to lend you a hand.
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[SCP-6126 stares at Dr. Cunningham for a while, the conversation falling in silence for a moment.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Uh- No pun intended, of course.
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SCP-6126: …Right. Anyway, what makes you think I want your hand, huh? You come here like you know everything about me.
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Dr. Cunningham: Not at all, that is why I am here in the first: to get to know about you. Do you want to know what I do know about you? The information Dr. Kent managed to obtain from the last two interviews you had with him, as well as the research he did. I am not as worried as Dr. Kent about obtaining the information he needs, but rather the way you were treated. I am just… starting to see a pattern here.
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[SCP-6126 raises an eyebrow.]
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SCP-6126: A pattern?
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[Dr. Cunningham shakes his head.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Do not worry about it, you should not be concerned about it. I was just rambling at the end there. Look, the point is that the way he treated you was…
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[Dr. Cunningham looks around him and gets closer to SCP-6126's glass case, using his hand to cover his mouth.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Inhumane, to say the least.
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SCP-6126: No shit. What makes you say that? And why are you doing that, anyway? Dr. Kent is monitoring this session, you just said that.
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Dr. Cunningham: You managed to figure it out on your own those last two sessions, but he first tried to convince you by giving you privileges. When that did not work, he tried to logically convince you that it was pointless for you not to cooperate. Finally, he threatened you. Is that no more inhumane to do to the anomalies that we are supposed to protect?
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[SCP-6126 does not respond.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I know I should not be doing this. I am sure that Dr. Kent will not like this, but I have a feeling he will let it slide for just this occasion. If not, Dr. Kent would have terminated the session by this point. Right now, I am offering to be on your side. If you do not want my help, I will not insist anymore. But then, you will not have anyone to be there for you. So please, please consider what I am telling.
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[SCP-6126 remains silent for a moment, then whispers back to Dr. Cunningham.]
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SCP-6126: Seriously, why the hell bother?
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Dr. Cunningham: Is that not the whole point of being a doctor - of bothering, of helping other people? I am just saying that if there is anything you want to tell me, anything you want to get your weight off, I can be there to listen. That is barely what I can do at this job.
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[SCP-6126 lowers its sight.]
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Dr. Cunningham: What do you think?
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SCP-6126: …I hope you are right here.
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Dr. Cunningham: I hope that I am.
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[Dr. Cunningham backs down.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I figure this could take a while for you to process. Do you wish to start at the moment or wait until next week?
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SCP-6126: Next week. I want to get prepared for this.
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Dr. Cunningham: As you wish, I will see you next week.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Kent meets with Dr. Cunningham after terminating the interview, verbally reprimanding Dr. Cunningham because of stating his thoughts about Dr. Kent - seeing it as insulting and unnecessary. However, Dr. Kent said he would not take any action against Dr. Cunningham because of his “unorthodox methods” compared to the rest of the Containment Psychiatry Division, since it helped SCP-6126 to cooperate on sharing the information the anomaly might have.
Dr. Cunningham: Hello, 6126. Are you feeling alright?
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SCP-6126: If I'm honest, doc, not really.
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Dr. Cunningham: Do you want to tell me the reason?
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SCP-6126: Well, I had a whole week to prepare myself for this. And still, it doesn't feel like it was enough.
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Dr. Cunningham: I could post-pone the interview if you are not yet comfortable.
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SCP-6126: Nah nah. I made a promise, so I’ll keep my word. Besides, better now than never, know what I mean?
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Dr. Cunningham: I do. If you are comfortable enough, we can start at the beginning: how you came back to life. Do you have any idea of who the perpetrator was or the methods used on yourself?
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SCP-6126: I’ll have to disappoint you there, doc. I couldn’t figure out who were the people that did bring me back to life, nor what exactly they did to do so. I suppose some sort of cult.
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Dr. Cunningham: Do you at least remember how these people looked like?
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SCP-6126: Nah, my mind wasn’t working that moment. I felt dizzy and so sensitive around me. I could hear buzzing in my ears, it felt like the noise the gunshots left when you pulled the trigger. My sight was so blurry, I thought I was going blind. Even if I wanted to, I just couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening. I was so goddamn tired I lost consciousness again, thought Saint Peter was calling my name. But…
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Dr. Cunningham: But…?
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SCP-6126: But fuck, I didn't have the luck of staying dead. No, that bastard had to bring me back to life.
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Dr. Cunningham: And who was this person?
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SCP-6126: Who? I’ll tell you who. That sadistic motherfucker piece of shit gringo Hearst. William. Randolph. Hearst5. That’s the motherfucker who brought me back to life.
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Dr. Cunningham: Hearst? The former owner of the newspapers chain?
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SCP-6126: Yeah, thanks for emphasizing the former by the way.
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Dr. Cunningham: Alright. And do you know why did he decide to bring you back to life?
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SCP-6126: Oh, shit. That I know? Oh, I found that as soon as I discovered what kind of situation I got into. You see, he had a fireplace and on the wall he had the head of a freaking moose hanging. I was just below it, on the shelf. Sometimes he would just sit in his fucking leather chair, grab a bottle of any goddamn expensive alcohol he could drink, and turn on the fireplace. The heat made me sweat like if I was back in the Chihuahuan Desert. And he just sat in there, drinking and looking at me with his dumbass grin. I was… I was his trophy.
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Dr. Cunningham: You were his trophy? I just want to ask you this, you do not have to if you do not want to. Why did Hearst want your head in the first place, and why alive?
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SCP-6126: Nah, don’t worry. He never told me why he did it - not as he answered to anything I asked. Most likely it was due to revenge. You see, Hearst had a big patch of land in the region I come from. When the revolution came, I attacked his estates and stole tens of thousands of his cattle. Of course, he was pissed. And when I attacked the town of Columbus, he went rampage against me in the North American newspapers. “Monster of brutality and cruelty,” he called me. Made quite a name for me, you know?
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Dr. Cunningham: You sound quite proud of yourself.
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SCP-6126: It sounds quite ironic to me - Hearst of all people calling me a monster. Monstrous should be sensationalizing the news, monstrous should be acquiring thousands of acres of land in a country that is not his while the common man has nothing, monstrous should be cutting the head of someone he hates and bringing him back to life. It isn’t pride, doc, it’s pissing other people because of telling them what’s wrong.
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Dr. Cunningham: So that’s what you felt during your time with Hearst? Anger against him?
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SCP-6126: Of course. Who wouldn’t be pissed off because you’re not alive under your own terms?
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Dr. Cunningham: And you mentioned that Hearst did not respond to anything you said. Does that include all the insults you told him?
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SCP-6126: Yeah, so?
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Dr. Cunningham: So how did you feel when Hearst did not answer those insults? Did you feel more annoyed by it?
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SCP-6126: …What are you trying to get at?
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Dr. Cunningham: I am just trying to understand your point of view on all of this that you experienced.
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SCP-6126: Well… I haven’t actually considered that point of view too. But if I have to think about it right now, you could say I was… I don’t know, I despaired.
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Dr. Cunningham: Why is that?
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SCP-6126: Think about it, doc - you are known as this great rebellious bandit, as this force, this monster that they called me that used to obliterate entire every ground you touched. Almost a symbol, if you want to see it that way, by the people who suffered and suffer what you went through. And then, you can’t move. You can’t do anything. You’re trapped in a glass case, just like this moment, by the same people you were fighting against - by the same person who called you a monster. And he doesn’t even bother to call you back when you do.
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Dr. Cunningham: So, of what I could understand - please clarify if I get something wrong - is that your experience with Hearst made you think that you are not the same person before your decapitation because you were… powerless. Is that correct?
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SCP-6126: You make me sound like if I would allow myself to fall for that prick.
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Dr. Cunningham: That is not my intention, I was just-
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SCP-6126: Listen here, Max. I may have told you this, and I did it because you’re supposed to listen to what I have to say. I said what came into my mind, alright?
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Dr. Cunningham: Sure, my bad. I will avoid that kind of mistake with you.
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SCP-6126: Good… But yeah, maybe I felt that way - but I still had the spirit, you know? I wasn’t going to let him push me around. Maybe Hearst would not budge, but I tried my best - hey, sometimes it looked like I was about to achieve it.
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Dr. Cunningham: You really know how to irritate others, do you not? You even managed with Dr. Kent.
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SCP-6126: Damn straight. Kenny was an easy target, though.
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Dr. Cunningham: And how much time did you spend like that with Hearst?
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SCP-6126: I can’t really say, but ever since I was brought back to life until… 1953? If my mind still works, it should be that. So around two decades. I had to deal with that motherfucker for twenty goddamn years.
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Dr. Cunningham: What exactly happened in 1951? Did Hearst pass away that year?
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SCP-6126: Died, perished, departed, went straight to hell. But yes, he died that year. And the worst thing of all, the son of a bitch died in peace. Because of a goddamn stroke. In his bed. After falling into a goddamn coma. Not only was he a millionaire but a millionaire who died a sweet death.
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[SCP-6126 sighs.]
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SCP-6126: At least he’s dead, so I can’t complain.
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Dr. Cunningham: I guess you cannot. [Dr. Cunningham looks at the room’s clock.] Our session is just about to finish in a few minutes, so I will ask you some questions to wrap this up.
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SCP-6126: What is it?
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Dr. Cunningham: So, the mobile task force discovered you in a storage facility owned by Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Was this the same organization that discovered you after Hearst’s death?
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SCP-6126: Yeah. They didn’t take too long to come for me, just after Hearst was buried six feet underground. You see, I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. Now, I didn’t like what I was through then, but being a living talking head doesn’t give you a lot of options to live, ya know? So, these guys in suits come around all the paranormal shit Hearst had and just took them. Including me. That’s when I met them.
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Dr. Cunningham: And what happened next?
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SCP-6126: Sold me in an auction, of course. Figured they would take try to make as much money from me. Sold me as a “lost piece of history” and “the living bust of a legend”. So much show for a talking head, am I right? And there I was, my ownership being changed from one rich dude to another. Lucky me, right?
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Dr. Cunningham: Terribly. Do you remember the name of the person who bought you at that auction?
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SCP-6126: Just a guy called John P. Gadsby.
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[Dr. Cunningham writes down on his notes.]
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Dr. Cunningham: And we are done. How did it go for your first time in this kind of session? Do you like the format?
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SCP-6126: It ain’t bad, it’s a bit personal but I’ll get used to it.
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Dr. Cunningham: Great! Any suggestions or comments, I am always listening. Do you have anything else to say before I turn off the recording?
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[SCP-6126 stares at Dr. Cunningham, then grins.]
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SCP-6126: Thanks, doc.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Kent once again verbally reprimanded Dr. Cunningham, and has decided to stop supervising the sessions. He concluded that because of the advancement Dr. Cunningham had with SCP-6126, Dr. Cunningham was allowed to continue the interviews with SCP-6126 on his own.
Dr. Cunningham: Hello again. How did it go after last week’s session? Anything, in particular, you might want to tell me?
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SCP-6126: Hey, doc. I’ve been doing alright, I was kinda wishing for this session if I’m honest. What about you?
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Dr. Cunningham: Well, looks like so far so good for you. It seems that you are getting used to this, if we keep this path maybe this could have a great impact on yourself. [Dr. Cunningham scratches the back of his neck.] That is an odd question coming from my patients, but thank you for asking. A few ups and downs as always, especially back home. There is no need for you to worry about it.
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SCP-6126: Sure you don’t wanna talk about it?
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[Dr. Cunningham slightly chuckles.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Hey, I am supposed to be the one to help you out here, right? I do appreciate your concern, but right now I want to focus on you first. Maybe when we finish this topic, I can tell you more about my personal life. How does that sound to you?
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SCP-6126: …Aight.
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Dr. Cunningham: Thank you. Before we start with John P. Gadsby, Dr. Kent gave me a note with some questions written in it about some concerns he had regarding the death of Hearst, as well as Hearst’s relationship with Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Does that sound good to you?
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[SCP-6126 drifts its sight from Dr. Cunningham.]
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SCP-6126: Hearst’s death? Now, what does Kenny want this time?
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Dr. Cunningham: Dr. Kent just wants to wrap up some details before we move on to Hearst. He thought that it would be practical if I did in today’s session - I could not complain much, to be honest. For example, Dr. Kent said that it did not make sense that you were around Hearst’s death in 1953, but we discovered you thirty-eight years later in New York.
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[SCP-6126 returns its sight to Dr. Cunningham.]
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SCP-6126: That an easy one - went all the way walking from California to the East Coast. [SCP-6126 cackles.] Nah, but seriously, you expect me to answer those kinds of questions?
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Dr. Cunningham: Just two questions, so we can move on.
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SCP-6126: Fine, fine. What does Kenny want me to answer?
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Dr. Cunningham: You told us that Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. did have a connection with William Randolph Hearst, but do you know exactly how it worked?
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SCP-6126: Come on, doc. The reason is in plain sight. Knew it way back since Hearst tried to get his hands on the revolution back in Mexico. He had entire control of the newspapers in the palm of his hand back in the day. Not only, but an important thing too: money to waste. Do you think those MC&D would let that slice of the cake just slide? Hell no.
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[Dr. Cunningham writes down on his clipboard.]
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Dr. Cunningham: And by any chance do you know if Marshall, Carter, and Dark were involved in your resurrection or any involvement of them in your time with Hearst?
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SCP-6126: Let me get something clear, doc. All of what I’m telling you is after Hearst died and MC&D picked me up. I can’t really say if there was any involvement of those motherfuckers with me, or if they had to do with my beheading. Now, those are the only two questions Kenny had?
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Dr. Cunningham: That is right, I think Dr. Kent will be satisfied with these responses. We can move on with Gadsby. We can start up with a simple question: how would you describe Gadsby?
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SCP-6126: Considering that Hearst was a greedy bastard, no wonder that Gadsby would also be a greedy bastard. The only difference is that Mr. Gadsby here knew how to smile and say hello, unlike Hearst. He was incredibly interested in the arts, antiquities, and history. He liked to think of himself as a sophisticated person, you know?
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[Dr. Cunningham nods.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I would like to point out something in particular: you said that he had an interest in humanity, and I would like to focus on history. I think you can figure out why I chose this one.
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SCP-6126: I do.
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Dr. Cunningham: Now, this interest of him. Was this an average fascination for the subject or did you identify something out of place about Gadsby’s interest? And did this interest have any effect on Gadsby’s decision to buy you at the auction?
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SCP-6126: Doc, think about it for a second. This guy’s spending who knows how many millions to buy not a renowned painting, nor a valuable historical artifact - he’s buying a talking head. And if that wasn’t enough, it’s probably an illegal auction where other rich people buy weird stuff. I don’t think that’s just a simple fascination for history. Money didn’t matter much to him as long as he had his pieces in his collection.
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Dr. Cunningham: Gadsby had a collection of historical artifacts?
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SCP-6126: What didn’t he have a collection of? Books, movies, pieces of art, statues, historical artifacts. Both normal and anomalous. He also had a room where he dumped all the stuff that he thought was cheap or he felt dissatisfied with.
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Dr. Cunningham: I see. I just want to know something real quick, would you by any chance have any information about Gadsby’s interactions with Marshall, Carter, and Dark so we might be able to investigate and discover more information about him?
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SCP-6126: I’ll have to disappoint you, doc. I got no clue on what you’re asking me, just some small details I could come around. It was hard getting much information from that paranoid old bastard. Motherfucker just wouldn’t let anyone see his collection.
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Dr. Cunningham: Paranoid? What do you mean by that?
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SCP-6126: You see, he didn’t like other people looking at his collections - kinda odd if you ask me, being the whole purpose of arts - to the point that he wouldn’t let his staff look around the room, and preferred to keep it all for himself. Imagine being that paranoid, you can’t even trust your own damn servants.
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Dr. Cunningham: Too bad for him, in the long run, it does not benefit you not trusting the people that work for you. Anyway, it seems that you said enough about Gadsby as a person. Did any relevant event happen while you were under Gadbsy’s ownership?
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SCP-6126: Yeah, it did. He always brought new artifacts to his collection constantly, and some of them did not meet his standards - whatever those were. Guess where those ended up in?
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Dr. Cunningham: The room that you previously mentioned, the one where he moved all the pieces he felt dissatisfied with.
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SCP-6126: And?
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Dr. Cunningham: …And is that where you spent the rest of your time with Gadsby?
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SCP-6126: That’s right. And before doing that, he gave me a little sermon.
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Dr. Cunningham: What do you mean by that?
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SCP-6126: Y’know, he gave a little venting speech to me. He said, that I was a damn shame as a work of art. Said he was expecting something much more mythical, more… legendary because of who I was. That he had high expectations for me.
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SCP-6126: He vented to me, to put it simply. He said he was exhausted of me… He said that I was annoying, ignorant, and I basically was the complete opposite of what he expected. Said he expected something much more mythical, more… legendary, because of who I was. He said that he never had an opportunity to talk to the dead, and no less a resurrected historical character.
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[SCP-6126 falls in silence for a minute.]
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SCP-6126: …The living head of Pancho Villa - that’s how he described me. He said that I was just another waste of money. He said he sought something old and valuable. But instead, he got nothing but a useless lost piece of the past… He received a fraud.
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[Dr. Cunningham drifts his sight from SCP-6126 to an indeterminate point. Dr. Cunningham covers his mouth with his right hand while tapping above his lip.]
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Dr. Cunningham: And what happened after that? What were you going through after Gadsby’s vent?
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SCP-6126: Same thing with Hearst, ignore him. What does he know? Fuck him. He doesn’t know what I’m going through. For me, he could take his little hobby and stick it up to his ass.
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Dr. Cunningham: …Could, as in past tense? Did you change your mind about what he said later?
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SCP-6126: …Kind of. When you are inside a room full of old paintings, the dust and the scent mix with the air, alone, with little to no light, and no one to talk or rant to, you have a lot of time to think. I thought a lot back then.
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Dr. Cunningham: What did you think of, exactly?
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SCP-6126: The past - my past, exactly. When you are alone, that’s the only place that you can go to when you’re alone. It really is a feeling, melancholy. You start to go the places that made you proud, in which you were at your prime, but when you return to the present, you remember where you’re currently standing.
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Dr. Cunningham: So, during most of that time you went back to those memories of yourself and compared to who you currently are?
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SCP-6126: That’s right.
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Dr. Cunningham: And what did you conclude from your thinking? Did it change from what you previously used to believe?
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SCP-6126: …I didn’t know. You don’t really have a lot of options to do in that situation, so I was just there, doing nothing. What I used to go through with Hearst only deepened while in that inside Gadsby’s room. I was doing nothing, I was nothing.
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Dr. Cunningham: And did you try to combat those thoughts like you used to do during your time with Hearst?
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SCP-6126: Of course I did! What do you expect from me? Like I’ve said, it ain’t easy in that situation. That it works is another thing.
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[SCP-6126 falls in silence for a moment.]
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SCP-6126: You can’t really do much in that situation.
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Dr. Cunningham: Sadly, it is true. If you do not mind, I want to ask if you could explain the exact circumstances of Gadsby's death. If you do remember, that is.
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SCP-6126: Damn, how could I not remember that? [SCP-6126 chuckles.] Too bad I couldn’t do it myself, but hey I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it. Anyway, it all started with Gadsby - he started to change. His paranoia went over the top. Gadsby’s servants were only allowed to enter the room I was in, they were the ones who moved and sometimes kept maintenance. Gadsby stopped trusting them and began to do their work instead. [SCP-6126 grins.] Stupid bastard, he didn’t see what was coming.
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[Dr. Cunningham furrows his eyebrows.]
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Dr. Cunningham: What is that supposed to mean?
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SCP-6126: Ya see, he wasn’t in the best shape, y’know? He used to carry around a lot of artifacts with all the weight pushing against him, he also had a bad posture when he tried to lift the objects up. I also managed to hear that he got some serious injuries multiple times from his servants that walked outside the room. He was an idiot, that’s what I meant with what he didn’t see was coming.
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Dr. Cunningham: Ah, all right. So, all the injuries of Gadsby started to build up and became so big that it just fell apart. Did you manage to see that occasion, or get any information from the servants?
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SCP-6126: Todo lo que sube, tiene que bajar6. All that time he kept on going, being too stubborn to listen to his servant’s advice and not letting them handle their work, he ended up paying for the consequences. I saw him dying right in front of me. He picked up a painting about the size of that door. [SCP-6126 glances at the door of the interview room.] He knew it could be fatal, but he didn’t care. He picked it up, crouching, and just when he was about to get himself straight, crack! Next thing I know, I see his body falling to the floor just above that painting. He was dead when his servants came in, and they took their time to enter. With no key and after a lot of time without him going out of the room, the servants had to kick down the door.
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Dr. Cunningham: …And how did you react to Gadsby’s death?
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SCP-6126: I was glad, but I kinda saw it coming. He just started to act strange, and I knew his back wouldn’t last that long. [SCP-6126 chuckles] Still, can’t say I didn’t want to celebrate - not like I can in the first place, right? [SCP-6126 scoffs.] Nope. It didn’t pass much time before they came for me.
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Dr. Cunningham: Ah, right. There is still one more person missing related to Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., right? I assume it was an auction like last time.
Dr. Cunningham: It is nice to see you again. How have you been doing since last week’s session?
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SCP-6126: Surprisingly, better. I’ve never experienced something similar like this… it just has this weird effect on you.
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Dr. Cunningham: Everybody has doubts about therapy, you are not the only one.
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SCP-6126: I was ignorant about this sort of thing. It’s weird that only with you listening, it feels like I have a weight off my shoulders - even if they’re done with mixed intention if you know what I mean.
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[Dr. Cunningham shakes his head in agreement.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I understand. And I am glad that you have seen these sessions helpful - it means they are working. Do you want to know something else? If this one goes as planned, most likely we will not need to talk about any of these people again - unless you need to.
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SCP-6126: True. But what will happen when we don’t have anything to talk about?
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Dr. Cunningham: I prefer to tell you at the end of the session - it will be a more pleasant surprise after you go through the rest of the interview.
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SCP-6126: Ah, I see. Fine by me. So, where do you want to start?
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Dr. Cunningham: First, I would ask you to describe what kind of person Hugo Hudson was - as an associate of Marshall, Carter, and Dark, between other people, while with himself. Dr. Kent wished to skip this part because he could more or less predict what kind of person he was comparing with the previous two. But I want to hear from you.
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SCP-6126: You always know I don’t have anything positive of these people most of the time, y’know? But, he was young compared to the other dinosaurs. I found it strange that someone like him was interested in buying me. And it wasn’t too hard to notice him, either. He was at the front row; compared to someone like Gadbsy who sat down on the sidelines and waited for the perfect opportunity to raise an enormous amount no one else could afford. Nope, not Hudson. The moment that hammer hit, Hudson was the first to raise the pallet.
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Dr. Cunningham: And did you manage to figure out at that moment why was Hudson so insisting on winning the auction?
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SCP-6126: Too easy if you ask me: the excitement. Every time someone else raised a certain amount of money, he would double it, triple it, you name it. I figured it out because of the eyes. They never lie, doc. He was looking right at me, all the time. It was a thrill, that one that you don’t know what will happen next but you still wanna know and want to keep going, no matter if what comes next is your doom. And just when no one else was about to fight back when that hammer hit and the organizer yelled “Sold!”, he fell right back on his seat, his eyes now staring at the ceiling. And that’s how I met Hugo Hudson.
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Dr. Cunningham: So now that Hudson was your new owner and took you, was his residency located near Richmond County?
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SCP-6126: I don’t got a fucking clue of where is that supposed to be.
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Dr. Cunningham: New York City, inside the state of the same name?
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SCP-6126: Never been to there either, doc. As I said, I ain’t got a clue. But if it helps you, the distance between Hudson’s residency and where the Foundation found me wasn’t that long.
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Dr. Cunningham: I will leave that to Dr. Kent to deal with it. And what was your experience living with Hudson?
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SCP-6126: Oh, this guy. Hudson was a thrill-seeker, that’s a fact. He wasn’t the kind of guy who could just sit down and do nothing. This man craved constant excitement in his life. So, he would do parties every day and night, invite as many people as he could, and have his house turned upside down when it had ended - that’s if it happened.
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Dr. Cunningham: Is there anything else besides that? To me, it does not sound as bad as your previous owners.
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SCP-6126: Doc, I’m not done yet. Yeah, Hudson wasn’t that bad. Just your average rich dude lifestyle. Now, I want you to imagine the word thrill seeker and try to find all the activities associated with this. If you could, Hudson was that and even went over the top with that word.
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Dr. Cunningham: Do you have any examples that you might remember right now?
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SCP-6126: He really liked airplanes, too much for his own good. He had a whole collection of aircraft, yet he had a personal favorite of his. He called it Conqueror, can you believe that? Can’t really blame him, I used to cross out my own colt for every bastard I killed. Anyway, he would go on daily trips with his aircraft, do some crazy stunts in it, loops, spins, rolls. Crazy bastard.
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[Dr. Cunningham glances at SCP-6126, furrowing his eyebrows.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I think I will return to one bit of what you just told me in another session. But, returning to Hudson, there is something that I want to ask: how do you know about Hudson’s handling of his aircraft? For a moment I thought he kept you somewhere, like Hearst and Gadsby.
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SCP-6126: Oh no, that’s the thing: he didn’t give a fuck. Unlike those two, he brought me along. So even if he didn't say anything stupid like the other two, he'd always have me around to experience his daredevil bullshit with him.
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Dr. Cunningham: I see. And did any incidents happen while you were around with Hudson?
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SCP-6126: Yeah, a lot of accidents and crashes. For a guy like him, I wasn't surprised that he experienced shit like that before. "Life is only one, and you either die in a hospital room or crash in the middle of the Pacific; the latter sounds much more exciting". I remember that’s what he told me. However, the first times I was with him he at least took care of the aircraft. Guess he wasn't much of an idiot, or at least he didn't want to die too early.
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Dr. Cunningham: First times, you say? Does that mean that Hudson became more careless as you started to spend more time with him?
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SCP-6126: That’s right. With time, he began to ignore any issues the aircraft had or take any precautions before flying. He just went along with it.
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Dr. Cunningham: And were you like, physically present, when all these incidents began to take place?
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SCP-6126: Almost, if not all ‘em, I was there with him. It happened so often, at one point I began to stop caring if he was risking my life or not. I thought that if by one point it gets really that even Hudson couldn’t control the situation, maybe it ends there. Maybe I would finally die and everything I was going through would just stop.
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Dr. Cunningham: … But it did not.
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SCP-6126: No. It didn’t. And you know… I couldn’t give a fuck about it. Hell, I didn’t realize it until that incident in particular, but even then, what the fuck can you do? I went through a fucking pain that I’m damn sure that in Hell wouldn’t be as horrifying. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? Why the hell did I need to feel so despaired for what I was going through? Why feel that way if I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t control my situation? So, I started to not give a shit anymore. Let Hudson do his crazy stunts, let him do whatever he wanted, there was no point in fighting back, to begin with.
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[Dr. Cunningham remains silent, covering his mouth with his right hand while tapping above his lip.]
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SCP-6126: …There never was a point in fighting, to begin with.
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Dr. Cunningham: …Did by any chance Hudson verbally attack you while you were there with him? Perhaps, it influenced your apathy.
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SCP-6126: Nah, I arrived at it on my own. It was right in front of my nose, but I tried to ignore it as best as I could. There was no escaping, sooner or later it caught me. And even if Hudson did, I can’t remember and most likely it wouldn’t have changed at all. Hudson didn’t do much.
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[Dr. Cunningham slightly nods his head.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I want to return to the incident you previously mentioned. I suppose it is the same one that you realized you could not die. How did it go?
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[SCP-6126 sighs.]
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SCP-6126: Nothing out of the ordinary at the start of the day. Hudson, as always, was ready to fly his aircraft and he brought me along. Didn’t even budge against him. Poor aircraft, Hudson wasn’t giving any respect to his supposedly beloved flying machine. So, we hopped right in and took off.
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Dr. Cunningham: And when did the aircraft start to present any problems during the flight?
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SCP-6126: I dunno. I couldn’t really tell you, but by the time I noticed we were at a pretty decent height. Then, I heard some weird noise coming from the left wing, I noticed cause I was on that side’s seat. I saw some smoke coming out of the engine. I told Hudson about it.
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Dr. Cunningham: He did not notice the smoke coming out of the engine?
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SCP-6126: Nah. He knew smoke was coming out of it, I just thought he was playing the fool. As I said, he wasn't on the best of his mind, so instead of trying to land in a safe place, he started to do his usual play-around with the airplane. After a few laps, the engine slowly started to stop. And just at it did, we were falling nosedive.
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Dr. Cunningham: And what did you feel when that was going on? What was going through your mind?
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SCP-6126: I thought I was about to lose my life. I think any sane person was in the situation I was in, they would be afraid in no time. But I didn’t know if I was sane or a person anymore, I just thought this was it. Maybe it was my call. Doc, I know I said that I wanted to die so badly, and I honestly wanted to. I dunno, maybe there was something inside me that didn’t want to go, despite how fucked up I was. Even then, I didn’t try anything to convince Hugo to cut his crap - not like he would listen to me anyway. So, I was just there, waiting when we hit land. I already died once, and if I was lucky enough, I would be dead again. I wouldn’t have to go through some shit like this ever again. [SCP-6126 sighs.] I was pretty fucking wrong.
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[Dr. Cunningham remains silent, looking at SCP-6126.]
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Dr. Cunningham: And what happened after the airplane crashed?
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SCP-6126: First, it crashed, obviously. Second, I don’t know the details, just some scenes here and there that I could remember. My mind was spinning and I couldn’t see much. Of what I could, the entire aircraft was destroyed. No more personal flights for Hudson for a while. Then, I managed to see that Hudson flew some miles from his seat, his head hit against a rock or something. I couldn’t concentrate between the impact of the crash and the smoke that was just making it harder to see. Eventually, I closed my eyes. To me, it was all over.
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Dr. Cunningham: Do you know how long were you unconscious?
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SCP-6126: I can’t say for sure, but when I woke up I was inside a box and I couldn’t see Hudson anywhere. I was hundred percent sure it was Marshall. Those guys are quick, I’ll give them that much.
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[The conversation falls in silence for some minutes.]
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Dr. Cunningham: …Looks like it’s all you have to say. I will admit, it was not a pleasant story to hear, you went through a lot.
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SCP-6126: Yeah.
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Dr. Cunningham: I just want to ask you something else. Your apathy, your wish to be dead, it was not so long ago, was it? It just seems a bit odd your behavior when I compared them to the first interviews you’ve had and your current one.
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SCP-6126: …It isn’t that bad.
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Dr. Cunningham: How come? I thought you did not feel comfortable at the site.
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SCP-6126: Don’t get me wrong, this place isn’t so different from the previous bastards I used to live with. But you, being here and listening to me, is one of the positive things. [SCP-6126 chuckles.] Hell, I would say the only good thing for me around here.
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[Dr. Cunningham chuckles back, scratching his neck.]
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Dr. Cunningham: It is great to hear that you value my work. Oh, and before I forget, I did tell you there was something at the end, right?
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SCP-6126: It was at the back of my mind, doc. So, what is it?
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Dr. Cunningham: I am a containment psychiatrist, so that means that my work is to help my patients in these sessions to improve themselves - along with the cooperation of the patients. Because of all this information you have given me, along with your most recent observations done by yourself, I can say that we can work on how to treat these. What do you think?
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SCP-6126: What, so you are giving me the full experience?
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Dr. Cunningham: That is about it - and I am allowed to do so because Dr. Kent integrated me into the project. It is not so bad, is it?
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[SCP-6126 scoffs.]
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SCP-6126: I can’t really trust that guy… but hey, it wouldn’t bother me having company around aside from the research team.
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[Dr. Cunningham nods.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I will organize my schedule for next week, most likely it will be the same time as always. So, see you next week?
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SCP-6126:: Next week as always, doc.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Cunningham was removed from his position as containment psychiatrist for SCP-6126 and was transferred to another project in Site-88. Head Researcher Dr. William Kent deemed the project fulfilled and wrote a report with the necessary information involving the events detailed by SCP-6126. The report was deemed satisfactory by the higher-ups of the Scientific Department of the facility, and Dr. Kent was congratulated and credited for the work to figure the timeline of events prior to SCP-6126's containment. SCP-6126's psychological evaluations were terminated.
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The following table details the most important events from 07/19/91 with the first week without Dr. Cunningham’s sessions with SCP-6126 until the death of Dr. Kent on 05/07/2011. For the complete table of events, please request a copy from the RAISA director of Site-88.
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07/12/91
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SCP-6126 demands the whereabouts of Dr. Cunningham to Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent does not answer SCP-6126’s demand.
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07/19/91
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SCP-6126 requests the assistance of Dr. Cunningham to Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent does not respond to SCP-6126’s request.
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07/26/91
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SCP-6126 asks for the current state of Dr. Cunningham to Dr. Kent, wondering why its “friend” does not return. Like the last two occasions, Dr. Kent does not answer.
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08/30/91
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SCP-6126 turns six months into containment. An on-site therapist performs a monthly psychological evaluation on SCP-6126. Dr. Cunningham offers himself to lead the evaluation, but another candidate is chosen. The containment psychiatrist does not arrive at a certain conclusion due to SCP-6126’s unwillingness to respond.
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08/31/91
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Containment specialists perform a daily checkup on SCP-6126’s containment. The containment specialists found the containment locker’s safe open and rifts around SCP-6126’s reinforced glass case. Both its containment safe and reinforced glass case were replaced. The security camera did not find any cause of these containment failures.
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09/01/91
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Containment specialists perform another daily checkup on SCP-6126’s containment, and it was found that both the containment locker’s safe and reinforced glass case were broken. The extensive review concludes that a containment specialist was responsible for this, and was reprimanded accordingly.
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09/08/91
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The Scientific Department reviews again the report of Dr. Kent on the discovery regarding SCP-6126’s background. It concludes that the report is incomplete; the department demands further research on the subject to Dr. Kent. For the rest of the day, Dr. Kent isolates himself inside his office from his research team and other staff.
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09/10/91
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Dr. Kent interviews SCP-6126 to check if he could find any information that SCP-6126 may have ignored. However, Dr. Kent notes that SCP-6126 is unable to articulate complete sentences. Because of this, Dr. Kent frustrates himself and ends the interview abruptly.
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09/17/91
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Dr. Kent organizes a meeting with his research team for a brainstorming session to find a different way to obtain information regarding SCP-6126. Despite different proposals by several members of the research team, Dr. Kent verbally reprimands them and rants about the uselessness of those particular members of his research team and terminates the meeting shortly after.
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09/18/91
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The following day, several members of the research team decided to abandon the project and asked for a transfer to others on-site, others reported the comments of Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent was warned about his attitude towards his staff but did not heed the warning so seriously. SCP-6126’s research team remained temporarily short-staffed.
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10/01/91
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Morale among Dr. Kent’s research team has decreased significantly due to the short amount of members inside the team, the lack of progress in finding any relevant information about SCP-6126, and the constant pressure by the head researcher.
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10/02/91
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More members have decided to abandon the project, adding up to the lack of staff in the research team. Dr. Kent asked for new recruits to the Scientific Department to fill out the loss of staff. The request was not entirely completed until some months later due to the readjustment of staff from old projects to SCP-6126.
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05/30/01
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SCP-6126 is now a decade in containment and the previous events since 1991 have continued and aggravated, having a severe effect on Dr. Kent.
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06/01/01
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A report on the maintenance of Site-88 discovers several failures on the Low-Value Containment of Section-C where several containment locks were malfunctioning. The Assistant Director hypothesizes that this could be responsible because of intentional sabotage among the containment and maintenance staff and enacts an investigation to research on the matter.
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07/12/01
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SCP-6126 turns a decade without seeing Dr. Cunningham after its last session. Dr. Cunningham proposes to lead a session with SCP-6126 but it is denied. Dr. Kent tries to conduct an interview to check on SCP-6126 but does not manage to convey with it because of the anomaly’s apparent inability to speak and notices constant repetitive facial movements. After some examination, doctors conclude that SCP-6126 entered a catatonic state, possibly because of SCP-6126’s lack of interaction with personnel and the design of SCP-6126’s special containment procedures. Despite different objections by some members of Dr. Kent’s team to revise SCP-6126’s containment procedures, the topic did not reach far.
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08/12/01
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Following the report of the state of SCP-6126, the Ethics Committee intervenes. However, no changes were done to SCP-6126, and instead, it has been decided to cut funding. After hearing this news, Dr. Kent isolates himself in his office for the rest of the day.
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09/01/01
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After ten years of severe relationships between the Foundation and Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., representatives of the latter agree on cooperating with the Foundation with any projects regarding anomalies between the two groups.
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09/02/01
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Members of the research team update Dr. Kent on the news, stating that the project finally had a new opportunity to obtain the information the research team needs to fulfill the Scientific Department’s demands. Dr. Kent rejects the idea and lashes out against the members who proposed the idea. When the same members ask for a reason, Dr. Kent argues that if he alone found the first information of the anomaly by himself, he could do it again and without the need for any outside help.
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09/03/01
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The members who proposed the idea to Dr. Kent decided to leave the project, leaving it short-staffed.
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05/30/10
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SCP-6126 turns nineteen years in containment. The research team in charge of SCP-6126 does not yet fulfill the Scientific Department’s demands. SCP-6126 has not recovered from its catatonic state despite intervention by the Medical Department.
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05/31/10
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Containment specialists perform a daily checkup on SCP-6126’s containment, discovering a rust containment locker, as well as some other lockers near SCP-6126. Other containment specialists found the security camera malfunctioning and those of Section-B also found breakdowns in containment. Containment specialists inform Dr. Kent about the situation, but Dr. Kent does not show any concern and states that it is not a problem of his.
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07/12/10
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SCP-6126 turns nineteen years without seeing Dr. Cunningham after its last session. During that time Dr. Cunningham raises concerns about the rumors he hears about the state of SCP-6126 in his new position as a member of the Medical Department and the management of the project. However, decides not to involve himself because of the constant denials by his superiors and Dr. Kent in particular.
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09/18/10
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Dr. Kent writes a request to the Scientific Department in which he request a raise in funding and a re-supply of staff, stating that he discovered a way to satisfy the demands of the department. In it, Dr. Kent explains a possible connection between a secret society by the name of Skull and Bones and the presence of a mentioned Emil Holmdahl in the state where SCP-6126 was murdered at the time of its death. Dr. Kent declares that he could finally resolve the missing background information of SCP-6126.
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09/19/10
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The Scientific Department approves the request of Dr. Kent on the condition that the results of his investigation that Dr. Kent must constantly report at the end of each month in the term of six months since the approval of the request. Failure to do so results in the demotion of Dr. Kent’s leadership on the project as well as a trial on Dr. Kent to determine other possible charges on his position as Head Researcher.
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09/20/10
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Dr. Kent begins his research, and projects explorations to several states in the Northeast, Southwest, California, and Chihuahua (Mexico) to obtain information on the location and the exact route that capturers of SCP-6126 took since the beheading of SCP-6126.
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09/21/10
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Dr. Kent arrives in Parral, Chihuahua, undercover as a historian along with some members of his research team. Dr. Kent starts at the grave where 6126’s decapitation happened and researches around the town to find any clues regarding the beheading. Next, he moves from Parral to Ciudad Juarez where supposedly Holmdahl crossed to El Paso, Texas. According to the research team, little substantial information is found. As protocol, Dr. Kent administers amnestics to avoid any information leaking to the public.
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09/23/10
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Dr. Kent previously arranges a meeting to speak with a representative of Skull and Bones and arrives at the headquarters of Yale University. The representative denies any rumors that the society possesses, or once did, an artifact similar to SCP-6126. As protocol, Dr. Kent administers amnestics to avoid any information leaking to the public.
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09/25/10
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Dr. Kent’s last day of his exploration consists in searching the residences and interviews of several descendants of William R. Hearst about any information they might know about SCP-6126. As protocol, Dr. Kent administers amnestics to avoid any information leaking to the public.
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09/31/10
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Dr. Kent and his research team return to Site-88 to analyze the information from their research. The Scientific Department asks for any possible hypotheses from Dr. Kent and his research team, but Dr. Kent does not respond and orders the rest of his team to not do so as well.
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10/31/10
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The Scientific Department asks again for any updates to Dr. Kent, but no updates were given. In fact, many members report that they are not allowed to participate or help Dr. Kent in any way by orders of the Head Researcher. Funding or staff was not cut this time because of the conditions at the request of Dr. Kent. This pattern continues for the following months until the deadline imposed by the Scientific Department.
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02/19/11
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Dr. Kent presents his report to the Scientific Department. In it, the report includes a timeline from the beheading of SCP-6126 until the anomaly’s containment in 1991. The report states that Swedish-American Emil Holmdahl was secretly a member of Skull and Bones society, and this member was working for William Randolph Hearst. Holmdahl decapitates SCP-6126 and crosses the border to El Paso, Holmdahl then transfers to Connecticut and gives the head to the representative of Hearst. But, before SCP-6126 is sent to Hearst, the members of Skull and Bones perform a ritual on SCP-6126 to revive it. The rest of the report includes the information from the interviews between SCP-6126 and Dr. Cunningham. The report is put on hold to confirm the results from Dr. Kent.
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02/21/11
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The Scientific Department rejects the report, arguing that Dr. Kent’s are founded on loose connections and observations. On it, it addresses how there is no evidence to substantiate the following: that Skull and Bones had ties to William R. Hearst or any other anomalous organization, that Emil Holmdahl had any connections to Skull and Bones or William R. Hearst, among other inconsistencies. An email is sent this same day in which it informs Dr. Kent that he is demoted and the appropriate process would follow the next day. Dr. Kent spends the rest of the day isolated in his office.
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02/22/11
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The guards in charge of Dr. Kent’s escort arrive at his office. They knock on the door a few times, waiting for a response from Dr. Kent but he does not respond. They try to unlock the door, only to be stuck from the inside. The guards begin to push the door and after some minutes the door opens. The guards found a chair blocking the office’s door handle and the body of Dr. Kent sitting in his chair giving his back to the office’s door. The guards find a small jar in Dr. Kent’s hand that is later identified as potassium cyanide, as well as a note in which it says: Fucking head, I should’ve found out earlier.
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02/23/11
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Containment specialists perform a checkup of SCP-6126’s containment. The containment specialists later state that SCP-6126 asks them if Dr. Kent is really dead. SCP-6126 is temporarily transferred to another room for interrogation but SCP-6126 states that it will not answer any questions unless it sees Dr. Cunningham.
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Addendum 6126.3: Interview and Special Containment Procedures Update
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Interviewed: SCP-6126
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Interviewer: Dr. Maxwell Cunningham
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Date: 02/23/11
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Cunningham: …Do you know how much time has passed since we had our last session or an idea of how much you spent in that state?
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SCP-6126: You tell me, you’re the one who has a calendar on your locker. Too much, that’s all I can say.
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Dr. Cunningham: Twenty years. In two months, twenty years would have passed since the last time I saw you. I say would, because we are face to face right now. I have to say, this is not how I expected it to be, or that it would happen at all.
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[SCP-6126 laughs.]
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Dr. Cunningham: What’s so funny?
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SCP-6126: You look old! Damn, I can’t really say I don’t believe you by how you look - time sure does fly when you’re stuck inside a locker. But hey, it doesn’t hurt to see an old friend after twenty years, amirite?
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Dr. Cunningham: Are you being serious? I’m seeing you after twenty years! I should be relieved that I can finally talk to you again, and it’s not even on any good terms. What went through your mind when you demanded my superiors for me?
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SCP-6126: To catch up with an old friend, that’s all. If you think about it, it’s a win-win: I get to talk to you and they get their answers. Sweet deal, right?
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[Dr. Cunningham scratches his hair, he sighs.]
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Dr. Cunningham: It’s amusing that you’re still alive. I’m not saying that I didn’t want to see you but… with all that has happened around the site, I don’t have a good feeling about this.
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SCP-6126: I don’t blame ya.
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[The conversation falls in silence for a moment.]
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Dr. Cunningham: We already know why we are here for. I’ll have to follow protocol as before - my superiors don’t like unprofessionalism, like what’s happening at the moment. Is that fine with you?
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SCP-6126: Yes! Oh, shit, please! It’s been two decades since our last session, I thought I was about to go crazy.
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[Dr. Cunningham clears his throat.]
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Dr. Cunningham: How did you discover that Dr. Kent died?
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SCP-6126: It isn’t so hard to figure it out if the same people that check your locker daily chat about poor Kenny killing himself with cyanide. I just asked them the moment they opened the door. [SCP-6126 scoffs.] Fuckers almost shitted their pants when they discover that the supposedly catatonic head started to speak again after years.
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Dr. Cunningham: So you are admitting that you faked your catatonic state during your time under containment?
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SCP-6126: Yep. To be honest, I’m impressed. I never expected that I could go that far, I thought that with all the smart people there were around the site, I wouldn’t do it. Lucky me, I guess.
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Dr. Cunningham: Why? Why did you avoid any human interaction with other personnel and risk your well-being? What were you trying to achieve?
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[SCP-6126 sighs.]
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SCP-6126: You really don’t understand, do ya?
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Dr. Cunningham: How am I supposed to understand if you do not elaborate?
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SCP-6126: Max, do you really believe that these people care about my well-being? I’m stuck inside a glass case, and to top it all off, kept inside a locker. Do you think I have an option here? Who was I supposed to go with? Dr. Kent? The research team? The only thing those motherfuckers cared for was doing their damn job, and they only came for me when they needed something from me. I could only do this: do nothing. Fuck ‘em. I might as well make their life harder than it already was.
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[The conversation falls in silence for a moment.]
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Dr. Cunningham: You could have hurt yourself - you could have died. It is our job to protect anoma- people like you. The glass from your reinforced glass case broke a few times, and your security was constantly hijacked by containment specialists. If we weren’t there, where could you be?
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SCP-6126: Doc, were you there? I remember our last session being twenty years ago, and the worst part never touched you - never involved you. I didn’t get hurt because I can’t - a gift for being an anomaly as your colleagues call me. Besides, I never got hurt, others did - and that’s because of me.
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Dr. Cunningham: What is that supposed to mean?
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SCP-6126: Don’t you think it’s so convenient that three months after I’m contained, my locker doesn’t work, my glass case just randomly has cracks, and a few years Dr. Kent just starts to lose his shit? I caused it, Max. I’m the one to be blamed for all the problems that have occurred - and will still occur - around the site.
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Dr. Cunningham: …How is that even possible?
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SCP-6126: Call it however your organization wants to call it, I just say they’re powers. I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but I can manipulate the lives of the people who own me. From their actions all the way to how they will die. That’s how I understand it. In plain sight, it might look like the person who died just had it rough, took some poor decisions in life and those led it to death.
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[Dr. Cunningham’s voice starts to tremble.]
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Dr. Cunningham: If what you are telling me is real, does that mean… that you killed Dr. Kent?
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[SCP-6126 sighs.]
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SCP-6126: Yes, doc. That was me, I killed him. He wasn’t the only victim: Hearst, Gadsby, Hudson, maybe even other people associated with them.
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Dr. Cunningham: Something does not make sense to me. You can control the lives of the people who own you, and it means you can do it whenever you like. Why take twenty years to kill Dr. Kent? Did you find it… enjoyable to make him suffer?
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SCP-6126: Ah, that. Forgot about that detail for a second. No, it doesn’t work that way. Think of me as the root cause. Someone owns me, right? The events begin to manifest and those just take their own path, they take their precious and valuable time to develop until the final result kicks in. If I could do it fast, I would do it.
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Dr. Cunningham: You still need to answer the last question: did you enjoy making Dr. Kent suffer?
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[SCP-6126 does not respond.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Answer me.
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[SCP-6126 still does not respond.]
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Dr. Cunningham: You owe me. You made me believe that you were not able to talk again, you owe me an answer, and many more.
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SCP-6126: …We both owe something to each other. Doc, if I answer everything you ask me, will you promise me something I ask?
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Dr. Cunningham: That would depend-
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SCP-6126: Yes or no, doc. I ain’t telling you nothing if then.
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Dr. Cunningham: …Okay, sure. I promise.
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SCP-6126: Revenge is a dish best served cold, some people say. Guess it has followed through all my life. I thought that I wouldn’t need to search for a vendetta when I finally met you. Guess what happened? Our pal Kenny had to come and fuck it all up because he had to get a job done. It’s not about the enjoyment of suffering, it’s the payback of making me suffer.
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Dr. Cunningham: Payback for what, exactly?
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SCP-6126: I seriously hate that you need to ask for every single detail because your superiors tell you to.
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Dr. Cunningham: I ask you because I want to listen to it coming out from your mouth. Now, why exactly were looking for revenge against Dr. Kent?
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SCP-6126: For taking away what I valued the most at the time, and, if I could, take it back. I’m gonna cut you some slack and tell you: you, Max. Ever since I met him, Kent could go fuck himself. I didn’t like him. I wasn’t going to tell him anything, why even bother? I did this in the past, what difference is it one more person? …And then you arrived.
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Dr. Cunningham: What was so special about me according to you?
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SCP-6126: At the start, nothing. I thought you were just about the same as Kent. But then, despite knowing the intentions of Kenny, you insisted on helping me in a way that was actually beneficial to me. And, it worked. It was helpful and I enjoyed it. When our last session hit, I actually considered telling you the following week, about my hidden powers. I didn’t want you to die, you know?
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[Dr. Cunningham scratches the back of his head.]
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SCP-6126: …But it never came. When I saw Dr. Kent, I asked where the fuck were you. He didn’t answer shit. Next week, it was my second try. I insisted, thinking that you wouldn’t just leave me, but in the back of my head, there was doubt. I wouldn’t just give up on it, so I tried. Kent ignored me, as he always did. Third week, I was just… beaten. Two weeks without interacting with someone you actually hope to really doesn’t help. I was basically pleading to Kent to just see you, even if it was one last time. And he walked away. I understood then, that you wouldn’t return and it was all because of Kent’s fault.
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Dr. Cunningham: Look, I do not want to justify myself for something I am not responsible for. I just… couldn’t do-
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SCP-6126: Shut up. Just… let me finish. Kent took you out of the project, he took you away from me. All because he wanted to keep his successful record and didn’t care if you or me were doing well. Do you know where I was left after that? Alone, inside my locker. I didn’t get any light unless the containment staff came in to check, and I would be alone in the dark again when everything worked for them. I had… a lot of time to think.
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Dr. Cunningham: And what were you thinking during that time?
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SCP-6126: If Dr. Kent could get what he wanted by destroying the life of someone, what stopped me from destroying Kent’s life from getting what I want? So, I decided to spend the rest of my time on one goal: seeing you again. I directed all my anger to my patience and waited for the effects to take action. Of course, I thought that sooner or later Kent or someone else might raise suspicions, so I came with the idea that I fell catatonic. Who would raise suspicions of a talking head that falls catatonic and can’t do anything? So, I made it look like I was falling ill little by little, eventually falling catatonic. The best thing of all? It worked.
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[Dr. Cunningham looks at SCP-6126.]
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Dr. Cunningham: May I ask you something?
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SCP-6126: I think that’s the point of this interview, so yeah.
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Dr. Cunningham: Why are you… so attached to me? I do understand that you felt better back in those sessions, but twenty years later, you still are. Not only that, you caused all this damage for me. Why?
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SCP-6126: …Do you remember when I told you I wish I could be dead? That I didn’t want to suffer anymore? Back then, I didn’t have anything or anyone. I didn’t care. I thought it would be the same here. That was until you came here, and with time I didn’t feel like shit anymore. Each week, even if I didn’t show it, I was waiting to talk to you. And when I couldn’t anymore, the only thing that made me wait for the following week was gone. And the only thing I had to strive for was getting you back.
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[Dr. Cunningham sobs.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I worked for the Containment Psychiatry Division back then. Now, I work for the Medical Department—
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SCP-6126: Congrats.
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Dr. Cunningham: Thank you. I did not have a lot of power back then, nor now. My superiors would just appoint me to any clients, tell me to comfort them, and provide any medicine for them to just stop being a bother. I tried to do the best I could with them, actually help them - but for a reason or another, I would lose them. In the end, helping people was all that mattered to me - but I would end up losing more than just clients. Now, I work for the Medical Department. It has been a journey, times have changed, the Foundation is taking these topics into consideration. We can help you.
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[SCP-6126 sobs.]
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SCP-6126: Thanks.
+
Dr. Cunningham: I do not want you to ignore the consequences you have caused, however. You have done a lot of harm these past twenty years, and you have what you wanted right in front of you. What do you think will happen now?
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SCP-6126: I don’t know, and I don’t give a shit!
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[SCP-6126 begins to tear up.]
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SCP-6126: Whatever comes, whatever needs to happen, let it come. I just don’t want to be alone when it comes, I don’t want to feel like I did inside that dark cage I had to live in for twenty goddamn years. I just… I just want you to be there, okay? That’s the only thing I can ask for…
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[SCP-6126 starts to cry.]
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Dr. Cunningham: You won’t have to.
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SCP-6126: Eh?
+
Dr. Cunningham: I promise you, you won’t have to go through. I promise that I’ll try as hard as I can to the Containment Committee for them to take what you’ve told me into consideration. They can’t say no to this.
+
[Dr. Cunningham touches the back of SCP-6126’s glass case, bowing his head a little.]
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Dr. Cunningham: You just need to hang in there, just a bit more. Can you promise me that?
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SCP-6126: G-Go ahead, I’m fine with it.
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[Dr. Cunningham shakes his head in agreement, taping the glass case before returning to his seat. Dr. Cunningham grabs his pocket watch, looking at the time. He sighs.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I have to get going. I’ll be back this time, I promise.
+
[Dr. Cunningham starts to pack his stuff.]
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SCP-6126: Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Don't do it, forget everything about what I said.
+
[Dr. Cunningham stops.]
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Dr. Cunningham: What? You don't want any help at the end of the day?
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SCP-6126: You really want to die? If you stay with me, if you start to be part of the project again and stay for too long, you'll die like Kent, like Hearst, like everyone else that has died because of me. There's only one person in this room I care for, and I don't want him to die in just a couple of years.
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[Dr. Cunningham looks to an indeterminate point.]
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SCP-6126: You deaf or something, now?! You'll die, Max. Do something else, focus on other stuff, go with your family, goddamnit. Start something new, I dunno. Just go.
+
[Dr. Cunningham stares at SCP-6126.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Don't you want to start something new as well?
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SCP-6126: What?
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Dr. Cunningham: You don't really have somewhere else to go, don't you? I won't elaborate much of what has happened to me when we didn't see each other in those years, but as I've said, I've lost much a lot during that time and especially recently. You took a lot from other people, and a lot are tired of dealing with the mess you've done.
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[SCP-6126 remains silent.]
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Dr. Cunningham: So, I get to start a new life, and you too. You don't need to end alone and helpless just because you think you can kill me. Heh, how much time do you think I have, especially in this line of work?
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{SCP-6126 chuckles.]
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SCP-6126: Next to none, I guess.
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Dr. Cunningham: Right? So, why worry about my death? And if I get to be what I couldn't be, I would accept my death no matter what.
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[SCP-6126 remains silent.]
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Dr. Cunningham: I think it's about time that I leave, I've already crossed a line in here. Let's see what comes after this.
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SCP-6126: Before you leave, can I ask for one more thing?
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Dr. Cunningham: What do you need?
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SCP-6126: Can you call me by my name? In the past few years, I've only heard, SCP this, 6126 that. I just want to hear my real name, I want to be called for who I am.
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[Dr. Cunningham remains silent for a moment.]
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Dr. Cunningham: Of course, Pancho. I will see you soon, I promise.
+
<End Log>
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+The information provided by SCP-6126 was announced to personnel involved and non-involved with SCP-6126 around the site. Reaction against maintaining SCP-6126 in Site-88 spread across the site. After several weeks, the Containment Committee decided to transfer SCP-6126 from Site-88 to Site-17 along with other updates to its containment. These updates include the shared containment of SCP-6126 between several Groups of Interest to avoid the effects of SCP-6126 manifesting. On 05/30/2011, SCP-6126's updated special containment procedures were enacted. Because of the collective demand among the personnel as well as the transfer of Dr. Cunningham to Site-17 with SCP-6126, Dr. Cunningham was able to avoid any reprimands from his superiors.
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Office of Dir. John Doe, head of the Department of Unreality and an instance of SCP-6208.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6208 instances are to be designated non-anomalous and locked.
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Foundation staff are to be made aware of the existence of the SCP Foundation Department of Unreality.
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Description: SCP-6208 is the result of a recurring anomalous event affecting almost all major Foundation sites. This event is characterized by the spontaneous manifestation of offices, testing chambers, and containment cells inside Foundation sites. Said rooms usually manifest fully furnished, with common furniture pieces and decorations, including desks, board tables, filing cabinets, and other standard-issue Foundation office supplies.
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All SCP-6208 instances contain spare nametags, computers, and placards related to the Department of Unreality. To date, no personnel working for the Department of Unreality have been identified.
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Following the manifestation of SCP-6208 across multiple Foundation sites, an investigation into the Department of Unreality was conducted in relation to SCP-6208. Although records indicate the existence and active participation of the department in traditional departmental activities, all efforts to locate or identify any members of the department have failed, with the exception of Director John Doe.
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Update 11/30/21: An exploration into an SCP-6208 instance by the Department of Memetics was approved. Researcher Jennifer Williams was able to enter SCP-6208 with a Kant Counter and a modified Scranton Reality Anchor in order to locate any personnel inside SCP-6208.
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Update 12/01/21: Researcher Williams has been transferred to the Department of Unreality, by special request from Site-0 Director John Doe. Efforts to locate Williams are underway.
Special Containment Procedures: In order to suppress the true nature surrounding SCP-6245, a staff member is to be assigned to her on the night of October 31st for the sake of trick-or-treating. A list of cover stories has been formed in order to answer queries civilians may give regarding SCP-6245's history.
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In addition, the anomaly is to be provided confectioneries in order to comply with Foundation staff..SCP-6245 mostly prefers chocolatey goods. The sweets should be stored in Site-169's Mess Hall.
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Physical containment of SCP-6245 is considered unnecessary.
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Description: SCP-6245 designates an intangible humanoid entity, draped over by a bed sheet. Standing at a height of ~1.4 meters, she identifies herself as 12-year-old "Sammy O'Brien".
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The specimen manifests in the area of Prescott Valley from 7:30 to 9:00 pm every Halloween night. She is capable of instantly transporting herself to different locations, though has only utilized this ability when trick-or-treating, teleporting to various homes throughout the settlement. It is unclear whether SCP-6245 is able to travel beyond the area immediately surrounding Prescott Valley.
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SCP-6245 was initially believed to be a folklore myth spread throughout the city, eventually gaining the title "Sweet Tooth Sammy". Civilians claimed to have spoken with the entity, though, due to the lack of evidence corroborating their statements, it was simply considered a mere hoax. This was the case until the events of Addendum-1.
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Investigation into SCP-6245's background has been inconclusive. Per order of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division (AEED), interviews with SCP-6245 have been discontinued..See Addendum-2 for more details.
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Addendum-1: Discovery Log
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SCP-6245 was initially encountered on the night of October 31st 2020, when she transported
+herself to Site-169's entrance. The following is a transcript detailing the events that transpired.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Footage was taken by the Site's entrance.
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Mayfield exits the facility, waving goodbye to her colleagues. A Halloween party was being held at the Playground at the time.
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Mayfield: —right, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Have a good one!
+
She stops by the front door as she takes out her mobile device.
As she browses through her phone, SCP-6245 manifests and approaches Mayfield without her noticing.
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6245: Hello? Excuse me, miss.
+
Mayfield looks up to see the specimen.
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Mayfield: Huh, what the—
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Sammy holds her pumpkin-shaped bucket up to Mayfield's face, startling her.
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6245: (Singing) Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Give Sammy some sweets to eat!
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Mayfield takes a step back, looking at her surroundings.
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Mayfield: How did you… (inhales deeply) how did you get here?
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6245: You wouldn't believe me, but I teleported here.
+
SCP-6245 raises both arms in the air. Mayfield notices how translucent they are and squints.
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Mayfield: Hold on, are you…
+
Mayfield stares at the anomaly for a brief moment.
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Mayfield: (Pause) Are you the Sammy? Sweet Tooth Sammy, the ghost going around trick-or-treating at that nearby town?
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Sammy averts her eyes from Mayfield.
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6245: (Quietly) Oh no, are you one of those people?
+
Mayfield raises an eyebrow.
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Mayfield: Pardon?
+
The entity crosses her arms.
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6245: You know, those people who kept asking about how I died and stuff. I don't like it when they do that.
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Mayfield: Ah, no. Don't worry. I won't ask you any questions. I just… (pause) didn't realize you actually exist. We thought you were just a rumor.
+
6245: Well, look at me, miss. I'm right here.
+
Mayfield: …I can see that.
+
Pause.
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6245: So, are you gonna get me some candy, please?
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Mayfield: Right, right, just… give me a moment real quick. I'll be back—
+
Mayfield re-enters the building.
+
+
Footage was taken from the reception room.
+
Mayfield enters the area and hurriedly approaches the bowl of sweets resting atop the desk. Dr. Kirby Case is seated behind the desk, and raises an eyebrow at her.
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Case: I thought you were going home for the night, Melissa. Did you want a quick bite before heading off?
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Mayfield: Ah, yes, well… how do I explain this?
+
Case: Hm?
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Mayfield: Do you remember that one investigation a few months back? The one about Sweet Tooth Sammy?
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Case: Don't tell me…
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Mayfield: She's (pause) standing in front of the entrance as we speak. You can check the feed if you're not convinced.
+
Case briefly checks the footage on their laptop, then laughs.
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Case: And here I thought it was a myth. (Mutters) Three months of research just for her to waltz over here.
+
Case gestures to the bowl.
+
Case: You know what? Just take the entire bowl. I'm sure Sammy would love that. In exchange, though, do me a favor and keep her from causing any more problems, alright? We have to uphold the Veil, after all.
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Mayfield: Oh, thanks! You can count on me, Kirby.
+
Case: Good luck!
+
Mayfield takes the bowl and hurries out the front door.
+
+
Footage was taken by the Site's entrance.
+
Mayfield returns to SCP-6245, with the bowl of candy in her arms.
+
Mayfield: Here ya go. Sorry for the delay.
+
She pours the sweets into the container. SCP-6245 gasps.
+
6245: Oh my gosh, this is amazing! So much candy.
+
Mayfield: Yup, and there's more where that came from.
+
Once Mayfield is finished, Sammy checks the contents of her bucket.
6245: Like it? I love it! I love all kinds of chocolate candy. Only the sweet ones, though.
+
The entity hops repeatedly.
+
6245: This is the best Halloween ever! Thank you, miss. Thank you so much.
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Mayfield: No problem, Sammy. In fact, didn't you say you weren't okay with all those people over in town questioning you?
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6245: (Nods) Mhm.
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Mayfield: Well, starting next year, how about I accompany you while you're trick-or-treating? You know, to keep them from asking you anything.
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6245: Really? You would do that for me?
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Mayfield: Absolutely! As a bonus, I can even get you all the candy you want.
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6245: (Gasps) Even the chocolate?
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Mayfield: Especially the chocolate. All for you. What do you say?
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6245: Yes, yes, a million times yes!
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SCP-6245 goes and briefly embraces Mayfield, laughing. This startles her once again. The specimen then takes a step back, gripping her container with both hands.
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6245: Okay, I'll see you next year, then.
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Mayfield: I'll be waiting.
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The entity walks off. The two wave at each other.
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6245: Bye bye, miss! Thank you again!
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Mayfield: Good night!
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Sammy de-manifests. A short moment of silence passes.
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Mayfield: (Mutters) She seemed like a nice kid.
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[END LOG]
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After this interaction, Sammy O'Brien was officially classified as an SCP Object, subsequently being designated SCP-6245 during documentation.
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Addendum-2: Contextualization
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Below is a file that was forwarded to the rest of Site-169 staff in order to spread awareness of SCP-6245's nature.
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SCP Foundation
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Secure • Contain • Protect
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«File Context»
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"Sweet Tooth Sammy"
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Written by: Dr. Melissa Mayfield
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If you've been around town, you might've heard about this one rumor going around about some girl under a ghost sheet, trick-or-treating at random houses every Halloween night. This myth — eventually titled "Sweet Tooth Sammy" — led to conspiracy upon conspiracy on what her history was like. Since no one has ever claimed to have met Sammy outside of October 31st, as well as how many homes she can go to in a short period of time, it was a matter of time until some civilians came to think that an actual ghost was hiding underneath that sheet.
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A popular topic many have speculated on is how she died in the first place and ended up 'haunting the streets' of Prescott Valley. Some have stated it was nothing to behold — such as natural causes or an unfortunate accident. Others have theorized more tragic fates for a girl like Sammy — such as a homicide or something even worse. Of course, people would be more attracted to how interesting the latter would be. Thus, the rabbit hole deepens.
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From the brief conversations I had with Sammy, I can tell that she was just a young girl wanting to get some candy since it's Halloween. She would often relay some of the most odd questions regarding her death from strangers she's not even familiar with. While Sammy does not want to discuss her past, I'm sure she was as normal as any other girl her age, and that I shouldn't look into it too much.
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With that said, I hope you know when to stop while talking to someone like Sammy. If you feel you are making them uncomfortable, then pull back. They're not willing to tell you everything about themselves, no matter how acquainted you are. Sometimes it's best not to question it and give the girl her candy. You should be glad it isn't some murder monster out to kill you; It's just an innocent and spectral child trick-or-treating.
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Dr. Melissa Mayfield
+Site Counsellor, Site-169
+Anomalous Entity Engagement Division
Special Containment Procedures:.Gödel: Item is explainable using anomalous science. All SCP-6607 instances' anomalous effects are to remain active until all requirements set out by the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords have been fulfilled.
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Mobile Task Force Omega-66 ("Good Intentions Paving Service") is to monitor all species, organizations, individuals, locations, and concepts that have been affected by SCP-6607. In the event that SCP-6607-derived anomalous activity threatens to cause harm to civilians or the Veil, MTF Omega-66 is to use SCP-6607-1 to alter or neutralize the anomaly in question.
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Upon the full execution of the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords, which is projected to take place in the year 2128, MTF Omega-66 is to neutralize all SCP-6607-derived anomalous activity.
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Description: SCP-6607 is the collective designation given to a series of interrelated thaumaturgic rituals created with the goal of generating large quantities of Faustian-Sacramental Energy..Faustian-Sacramental Energy (FSE): Energy produced by bargains made with demonic entities, sacrifices made in their name, ritualized worship of demonic entities, etc.
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+It is theorized that demonic entities solely draw subsistence from the generation and subsequent absorption of FSE.
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+Not to be confused with Tartarean Resonance Energy (TRE), which is radiation naturally produced by demonic entities. The anomalous effects of SCP-6607 instances can be remotely monitored, altered, or neutralized through performance of SCP-6607-1, dramatically reducing the risks of SCP-6607 utilization.
The processing lines of 181 slaughterhouses were affixed with demonic sigils disguised as health and safety signage. Animal death within any of these environments produces amounts of FSE roughly equivalent to that found in ritual animal sacrifice.
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SCP-6607-92
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When this instance is performed, all seawater within a 100 m radius is transmuted into B positive human blood, generating an amount of FSE proportional to the quantity of water in range. Blood produced by this instance is not to be used in transfusions under any circumstance.
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SCP-6607-167
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The road layouts of 45 cities were retrocausally altered to resemble various demonic sigils. Thaumic scans have determined that all instances of vehicle damage and "road rage" that take place in these cities generate FSE.
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SCP-6607-200
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The first letter of Shell plc, a British oil and gas corporation, temporarily vanished during the performance of this instance. Following its completion, all of Shell's operations have been observed to continuously generate trace amounts of FSE. It is probable that this will gradually alter the spiritual physiology of Shell's board of directors, rendering them unable to "pass on" to a non-demonic afterlife..Considering the moral implications of Shell's role in the ongoing climate crisis, I highly doubt that they would've ended up anywhere else. —Salazar
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SCP-6607-244
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The Darvaza gas crater.Otherwise known as the "Gates of Hell" or "Door to Hell." has become a one-way dimensional gateway to the Fourth Circle of Hell. It appears to be converting the non-thaumaturgic energy produced by its burning gas into FSE.
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SCP-6607-328
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The sound of children's laughter was audible during the performance of this instance. Upon its completion, the logo of Monster Energy was subtly altered the resemble an upside-down demonic symbol that roughly translates to: "All glory to the dread lords of the Second Circle." The act of flipping a can of Monster Energy reorients the symbol to a right side up position, generating a slight amount of FSE in the process.
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Primrose Fatish Von Trevil's Sigil
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Addendum 6607-1: SCP-2791
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SCP-2791 was a network of anomalous processes created by ITCD Bank's Extraglobal Operations division to manipulate demonic contracts, using the profits of its contracts to cancel out their associated prices at an overall net gain. Shortly after containment began, the Foundation determined that SCP-2791's system was unsustainable and attempted to de-escalate the number and scope of its component contracts. On 02/13/2022, shortly after SCP-2791 reached its 500 million oath milestone, it was determined that neutralization through de-escalation was not possible.
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Projections indicated that SCP-2791 would become uncontainable within 3 months, at which point it would rapidly destabilize and enter an Oath Cascade Event. Its component contracts would all simultaneously resolve, leading to the immediate seizure of 89% of all living souls on Earth, 24% of Earth's land mass, and three undetermined planets from our solar system.
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Members of the Legal Department and Tactical Theology Department were mobilized to find an alternative method of containment or neutralization. Primrose Fatish Von Trevil,.Otherwise known as SCP-6159. who had recently entered employment with the Foundation under unrelated circumstances, was also brought onto the project due to her wealth of experience in law, demonology, and the intersection thereof.
Salazar: Let's start by getting the obvious questions out of the way. Sheldon, are we absolutely certain that there's no legal loophole for to get us out of this?
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Katz: Yes and no. We have plenty of experience in nullifying anomalous contracts— but voiding even one oath would disrupt the delicate balance of 2791's system. It would only further destabilize the anomaly.
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Fatish Von Trevil: I concur with Mr. Katz’s assessment.
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Salazar: What about you, Mrs. Fatish Von Trevil? Do you have a plan in mind for us?
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Fatish Von Trevil: I do not have a plan, what sort of amateur do you take me for? I have twenty-seven plans.
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Salazar: Go ahead.
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Fatish Von Trevil: It has come to my attention that the Foundation has access to formidable cross-universe transportation technology. I suggest we use it to divert the prices invoked by SCP-2791 to an alternate Earth.
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Katz: Not possible. It would be a direct violation the Multi-Foundation Pact of 1981. Besides, there's no way the Ethics Committee would allow it.
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Fatish Von Trevil: I would assume that this committee would be equally displeased about other forms of mass death?
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Katz: You assume correctly.
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Fatish Von Trevil:[Pause.] Motion to dismiss my prior statement regarding my number of plans.
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Salazar: I’ll allow it.
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Katz: Amaya, your people kill gods all the time. Could we stop Hell by force?
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Salazar: Yes, theoretically. But even if we pulled it off, it would be self-defeating. Hell is a crucial part of the greater cosmos. Damaging or destroying the system of Hell would be like altering a law of physics; the ramifications are unimaginable.
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Katz: What other recourse do we have?
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Infernal Revenue Service
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Fatish Von Trevil: There is one remaining path. Do you know of the Infernal Revenue Service?
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Salazar: Of course— it's the regulatory body responsible for the governance and enforcement of demonic contracts.
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Fatish Von Trevil: Yes. The IRS alone possesses the authority to nullify each of SCP-2791's contracts simultaneously, neutralizing the anomaly without inducing a cascade event.
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Katz: That's not feasible. We'd need to offer assets of significantly greater value than what ITCD Bank's assorted contractors would be receiving. What could we— could anyone —provide that's worth more than nearly every soul on the planet?
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Fatish Von Trevil: We are representing a bank, are we not? We shall pay them in installments.
Proposal: Use Protocol-AG02 to create manageable Faustian-Sacramental Energy generators, so that they may be used to bargain with GoI-066 ("Infernal Revenue Service") to prevent a TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario..TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario: A K-Class Scenario in which one or more tartarean dimensions (Hell, Hades, etc.) gain influence over baseline reality.
Personnel Present: Dr. Amaya Salazar (Tactical Theology Department, Demonology Division), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor)
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[Salazar begins painting Sigil-AG02 onto the center of the thaumaturgic testing chamber's floor with Compound-AG02.].Compound-AG02: 18% pig blood, 47% lamb blood, 29% human blood from a donor who has not previously used their blood for a thaumaturgic ritual, and 6% vintage wine.
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Fatish Von Trevil: I am rather surprised that the Foundation has not found a way to automate this process.
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Salazar:[Chuckling.] Only a handful of days working here and you already know us so well. We tried that, but it turns out the act of inscribing by hand is part of it— the human element is crucial for this kind of thaumaturgy.
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Salazar: Besides, I think Entity-AG02 would be offended if he found out he had been summoned by a machine and his yelling gives me cluster headaches.
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Fatish Von Trevil: About him— why have you chosen Duke Agares for this transaction?
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Salazar: Because our human thaumaturges don't have enough collective firepower to get something of this scale done within our time frame. Do you think he's unsuitable?
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Fatish Von Trevil: No. He has a reputation for reliable spellwork. I am surprised that you would take such a risk— Dukes of Hell are known for a certain cruelty in the prices they demand of their summoners. Even turning down their offered bargains has its own grisly cost.
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Salazar: This one is a… unique case. He was involved in an incident that led to the founding of Tactical Theology and ended up metaphysically tethered to the department. We get his services at a premium.
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Fatish Von Trevil: It is known that he can grant the power to draw a fugitive back into their cage. Could this be the Foundation's influence?
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Salazar: Probably. These connections go both ways.
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[Salazar completes Sigil-AG02.]
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Salazar: There. Are you ready?
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Fatish Von Trevil: Yes.
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[Salazar activates Sigil-AG02. Its edges catch fire and all other light sources within a 30 m radius dim by approximately 50 lx for the duration of the manifestation event. Entity-AG02 materializes in the center of Sigil-AG02. It has the appearance of an elderly man of indeterminable ethnicity in his mid-to-late 80s. It is riding a 10.2 m long black crocodile and holding red-tailed hawk with two heads on its left wrist. When it speaks, it is unclear if its voice is emanating from the man, crocodile, or hawk.]
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Entity-AG02: Ah, I am glad to see your face once more, doctor of the Foundation. How long has it been since my last summoning?
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Salazar: Seven months, give or take.
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Entity-AG02: And what's this? Could it be little Primrose in the flesh once more?
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[Fatish Von Trevil bows slightly.]
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Fatish Von Trevil:[Stiffly.] I am honored, Duke Agares.
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Entity-AG02: Quite a nasty bit of work you did on yourself. [Laughing.] I've heard of getting lost in a book, but I believe you took that a mite too far, wouldn't you say?
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Fatish Von Trevil: Some would say so, yes.
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Entity-AG02: How diplomatically worded! Perhaps you would've been better off in your father's line of work rather than the law.
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[Fatish Von Trevil's ambient temperature increases.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: Perhaps.
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Entity-AG02: But I distract myself from the matter at hand; what has compelled you to summon me to your illustrious concrete halls, good doctor? Could it have anything to do with the Bank of ITCD?
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Salazar: You already know about it?
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Entity-AG02: How couldn't I? They practically contracted half of Hell for their little scheme. [Chuckling.] I should've known the Foundation would end up neck-deep in it.
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Fatish Von Trevil: Then you understand that we seek an alternative solution.
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Salazar: We need you to create a set of thaumaturgic rituals to continuously generate power for ITCD's contractors.
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Entity-AG02: Hmmm.
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[Entity-AG02 is quiet for 8 seconds, stroking its beard.]
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Entity-AG02: What's the catch? Surely you could manage such a thing— not as easily as I, certainly, but you speak of rather standard magic.
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Salazar: I was about to get to that— we need to be able to remotely control the anomalous effects of these rituals after performing them.
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[Entity-AG02 claps its hands.]
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Entity-AG02: Ah, there's the controlling autocrats I adore! You can't bear to create something you're unable to control, can you?
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Fatish Von Trevil: What will be your price, Duke of Hell?
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Entity-AG02: Oh, you need not give me a single thing.
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Salazar: What?
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Entity-AG02: All I ask for is your gratitude… and 3% of all power born of these rituals.
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Salazar:[Pause.] Fine. I accept your terms.
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Entity-AG02: Wonderful, wonderful! Let's get to work, shall we?
Following the O5 Council's approval of Proposal 6607, Sheldon Katz and Adrian attempted to contact GoI-066 multiple times via their automated helpline, as the Foundation had not yet discovered an alternate method to interface with the organization. The following excerpts are from Katz's first call, which persisted for nearly 6 hours.
Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Adrian (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal)
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Katz: Are you quite certain that this is the only way?
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Adrian: If you wanna talk to an actual person, yeah.
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[Katz calls the IRS Helpline. The sounds of crackling fire and distant screams are faintly audible for the duration of the call.]
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IRS Helpline: Welcome to the Infernal Revenue Service's automated hotline! For English, press 1. For Aramaic, press 2. For the Ashen Tongue of the Deadlands, press—
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Adrian: Press 5. Then 2. Now 9. Wait until you hear the sound of a waterlogged corpse being thrown down a flight of stairs. [Pause.] Okay, now say "disestablishmentarianism."
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IRS Helpline: We at the Infernal Revenue Service value all those we service. We value your time. We value your trust. We value your obedience. We value your blood. We value your skin. We value your teeth. We value your—
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[12.1 minutes of audio unlogged due to data corruption.]
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IRS Helpline: —and we value your time.
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[Katz exhales sharply through his nose.]
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IRS Helpline: To speak to a representative, press 8.
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Katz:[Muttering.] Christ, finally.
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[Katz presses 8. Hold music interspersed with wet tearing sounds and low moans plays for 2.9 hours.]
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IRS Helpline: We're sorry, all of our representatives are currently busy. Please call again at a later time.
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[The call ends. Katz is quiet for 13 seconds.]
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Katz: I fucking hate the IRS.
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[Adrian pats Katz's shoulder.]
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After 12 individual attempts, Katz determined that contacting GoI-066 via the IRS Helpline within the allotted time frame was not feasible.
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Date: 02/20/2022
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Location: Reliquary Area-27
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Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Dr. Amaya Salazar (Tactical Theology Department, Demonology Division), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor), Adrian (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal)
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Salazar: It smells like an ashtray in here. Didn't you quit smoking last year?
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Katz: I don't want to talk about it.
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[Katz puts out his cigarette.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: I take it you were unable to contact the IRS?
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[Katz lights another cigarette.]
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Katz: I was not.
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Adrian: Why don't we just call up Marion?
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Fatish Von Trevil: Adrian!
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Adrian: Sorry, but I don't see what other option we have.
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Salazar: Who's Marion?
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Fatish Von Trevil:[Pause.] Marion was my partner when I was studying pre-law. She is currently a senior representative of the IRS.
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Salazar: Was this a personal or professional partnership?
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Fatish Von Trevil: Yes.
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Katz: Why. Didn't you bring her up four days ago? Were you that afraid of seeing your ex?
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Fatish Von Trevil: No. I was uncertain of what would happen if she were brought onto this case.
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Fatish Von Trevil: Marion is— and understand that I do not say this with any degree of frivolity —one of the most dangerous people I have ever met. Introducing her to this case will only make matters exponentially more dangerous.
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Katz: Considering that she's our only option at the moment, I'm willing to take that risk. Call her.
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Fatish Von Trevil: Very well. I suggest we complete our preparations first— lawyers may work quickly, but Marion works faster.
A meeting with GoI-066's representative was hosted in Site-666, due to its superior anti-demon equipment and the fact that Las Vegas is considered neutral territory by demonic entities.
Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor), Adrian (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal)
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[Katz and Fatish Von Trevil sit at one end of Conference Room B's table. Adrian floats near Fatish Von Trevil's head.]
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Katz: When did you say she was coming again?
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Fatish Von Trevil: 3:46 PM.
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Katz: That's oddly specific.
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Adrian: It's a demon thing.
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Fatish Von Trevil: She should be arriving in five… four… three… two…
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Fatish Von Trevil: Now.
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[A Tartarean-class demonic entity manifests on the opposite side of the room, already sitting at the table. It is a feminine humanoid that resembles an extinct species of vampire bat (desmodus draculae) and wears a red suit.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: Marion.
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[Entity-6607 nods.]
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Entity-6607:Lovely to see you again, Rosebud. You too, Adrian dear—
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Fatish Von Trevil: Enough pleasantries. We have work to do.
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[Entity-6607 flicks one of its ears in apparent irritation.]
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Entity-6607:[Sighing.] If you insist. My name is Marion, I'm a representative of the Infernal Revenue Service, here to speak on behalf of all those contracted to ITCD Bank's Extraglobal Operations division. Which is to say, I speak for the Gehennan Parliament, the Garden of Unearthly Delights, Mammon Industries™, and a wide assortment of independent demons, devils, fiends, imps, succubi, incubi, profane spirits, walking blasphemies, and possessed dolls.
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Entity-6607: Now… what do you have in mind for us today, Rosebud? What do have to give us that's more valuable than all of Neptune?
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Fatish Von Trevil: We possess no such thing.
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Entity-6607: Go on.
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Katz: We're not here for a trade of assets. We're here to provide you a business offer.
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[Fatish Von Trevil hands a stack of documents describing each SCP-6607 instance (with the exception of SCP-6607-1) in detail to Adrian, who brings it to Entity-6607. Entity-6607 begins reading it.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: In exchange for the nullification of all of ITCD Bank's current contracts, we shall set these rituals into motion.
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[Entity-6607 does not respond for 3.5 minutes as it continues to read at a rapid pace. Afterwards, it tosses the stack of documents onto the table.]
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Entity-6607: You're losing your touch, Rosebud. These profits aren't bad, but they're peanuts in comparison to what is already owed.
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Katz: Try to keep in mind the length of Foundation's reach— our influence exceeds nearly all other earthly authorities. We'll be able to push each ritual's influence to a global scale.
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Fatish Von Trevil: Look again to page 213. It has detailed estimations of how much energy each ritual can produce under such conditions. Within a single century, we will have generated an equivalent amount of power for your clients.
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Adrian: With 30% interest!
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Entity-6607: I suppose that's not entirely terrible— but I want an upfront payment in addition to what you're offering. Something significant. My people will need proof that you're serious about this.
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Adrian: You want even more?!
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Entity-6607: And I won't even consider accepting this agreement until I get it, dearest.
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Katz: You're bluffing. ITCD's contracts might be a large profit for Hell, but we both know you need us humans alive, long-term. Destroy the world and you'll have nothing left to feed upon. No acquisition is worth that much.
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[Fatish Von Trevil places a hand on Katz's shoulder.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: Mr. Katz—
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Entity-6607: Do you really think that humans are our only clientele? That we would limit our efforts to your little ball of water and gas?
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Entity-6607: There are planets where the edicts of devils stand above all others. There are great starfaring ships that skip from galaxy to galaxy through blood and profane science. There are Dyson spheres of stygian iron that encircle hellfire stars.
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Entity-6607: The universe is wide and strange, little lawyer, and you cannot begin to comprehend Hell's place in it.
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Entity-6607: Is Earth valuable to us? Of course! But it's hardly invaluable.
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[Katz glances at Fatish Von Trevil to confirm the veracity of Entity-6607's statement. Fatish Von Trevil nods.]
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Katz: I'll need a moment to confer with my superiors.
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Entity-6607:Certainly— we have all the time in the world, after all.
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Katz shortly gained signed permission for the surrender of several high-value demonic objects and entities to GoI-066's custody upon the signing of the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords. Negotiation of the Accords' exact terms began shortly afterward. As negotiations carried on for nearly 19 hours, the majority of proceedings has been redacted for the sake of brevity.
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Katz: The amendment you added to paragraph 3 of subsection 7A is unacceptable.
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Entity-6607: Whatever do you mean? All that does is lower the owed quantity of "FSE" by a rather significant amount. I was doing Rosebud a favor, for old times' sake. That's all.
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Fatish Von Trevil: A favor? You would lower our FSE debt in exchange for every soul in Florida.
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Entity-6607: It'd be doing the world a favor, if you ask me.
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Fatish Von Trevil: I did not ask. Remove it.
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Entity-6607: As you say, darling.
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Entity-6607: I have some more revisions for you to look over.
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Katz:[Pause.] Do any of these revisions consign people to hell?
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Entity-6607: Define "people."
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Katz:[Examining revision 84-A of the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords.] Look at this, Trevil. This isn't legal, right?
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Fatish Von Trevil:[Pause.] I am surprised, Marion. I never thought you would partake in such a glaring error.
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Entity-6607: Are you sure about that?
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Fatish Von Trevil: I am certain. You know well that I have memorized all laws and regulations regarding infernal contracts. I have read them countless times.
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Entity-6607: Read them again.
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[Entity-6607 snaps its fingers. A long parchment scroll materializes in its other hand in a burst of fire. It hands the scroll to Fatish Von Trevil, who reads its contents.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: An amendment was made…. less than a day ago? And it has already come into effect? Was this your doing?
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Entity-6607:[Examining its nails.] I might have called in a few favors.
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Fatish Von Trevil: This amendment is small, but its consequences spread far— we have many revisions to make, Mr. Katz.
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Adrian: I'll get more coffee.
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Katz: Please do.
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Fatish Von Trevil:[Whispering.] Do you understand my trepidation regarding Marion, now?
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Katz:[Whispering.] Yes… To think I'd miss 738. God.
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Entity-6607: Did you two say something?
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Katz: No.
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Fatish Von Trevil: Of course not.
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[Agent Kirchner enters Conference Room B. She appears to be slightly out of breath.]
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Kirchner: Site-666 is under attack— we're seeing sudden bursts in demonic activity all over Undervegas. I'm here to bring both of you to the nearest safe room.
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Katz: I'll be staying here, Agent.
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Kirchner: I don't think you understand—
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Fatish Von Trevil: Marion.
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Entity-6607: Yes, Rosebud?
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Fatish Von Trevil: Stop. This. Now.
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[A distant explosion is audible and the room slightly shakes.]
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Entity-6607: I don't possibly know what you mean! I have nothing to do with any of this. Not in any way that would be admissible as evidence.
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Fatish Von Trevil:Marion.
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Entity-6607: I'd be happy to lend my assistance, of course. Help you smooth this all over. Though, I won't be able to do a thing until we get these Accords signed…
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[Fatish Von Trevil stands up abruptly, knocking over her chair. An ornate trident materializes in her hands.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: Continue working, Mr. Katz. I will resolve the situation.
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Katz: Shouldn't we leave that to the soldiers?
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Fatish Von Trevil: Have you read my file? I have experience as both a mercenary and diplomatic liaison.
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Katz: Do you intend to make peace with our attackers or…?
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Fatish Von Trevil: I suppose that is up to them, is it not?
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[Fatish Von Trevil walks past Kirchner and exits the room. 25 seconds later, distant inhuman screams become audible.]
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Katz: So, I have some concerns about subsection 21A.
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[Conference Room B shakes more forcefully.]
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Katz: Let's talk about that.
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[Conference Room B's lights are dimmed, due to Site-666 having switched to auxiliary power. Significant structural damage is visible. Fatish Von Trevil is covered in blood, none of it her own. Katz's left eye is twitching uncontrollably.]
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Fatish Von Trevil: We are done, yes?
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Entity-6607: It seems you haven't lost your touch after all, Rosebud.
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[Entity-6607 signs the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords.]
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Entity-6607: Let's do this again sometime. Ciao!
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[Entity-6607 dematerializes in a burst of fire and smoke. The smoke floats towards the ceiling and activates the room's sprinklers. Fatish Von Trevil, Katz, and Adrian do not attempt to leave.]
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+Author:Fantem
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+Author: Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers
+License: Public Domain
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+Name: Une illustration pour l’article Aguarès dans le Dictionnaire infernal par Collin de Plancy.
+Author: Louis Le Breton
+License: Public Domain
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+Name: LUXOR - LAS VEGAS
+Author: Jared eberhardt
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Test logs and subsequent notes are to be preserved as they currently are. Testing will continue under supervision, along with a mandatory psychiatric evaluation after each development cycle.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6636 is to be stored within Site-42 in the confines of a locked and refrigerated opaque canister. The temperature must be set to 13°C or less at all times when SCP-6636 is not being actively tested to avoid further damage and preserve the material as long as possible.
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All additional photographs and audio tapes that were recovered are to be stored alongside SCP-6636.
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Description: SCP-6636 is the designation of a currently unknown entity discovered within a collection of unbranded black and white 35mm film rolls, alongside several additional developed photographs found on scene at its suspected place of origin. The entity appears to only manifest while the film is being developed and the subjects within the recorded photos themselves become inexplicably altered as the process is carried out.
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The collection of images recovered from SCP-6636's initially discovered location in [REDACTED] includes two separate portraits of currently unidentified individuals. Within them, each subject is seen displaying varying levels of distress and instances of bodily harm, such as bruising. Within the currently unprocessed rolls of film, none were showing in the negatives before development.
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As photographs showing SCP-6636 have been tested, each one appears to become increasingly distorted, along with reported damage to the object as each test progresses over time. Chemical burns, impossibly dark shadows enveloping the film, and water damage caused by a seemingly unknown source have been recorded, along with unexplained indentations akin to fingers being pushed through the backside of the photographs.
NOTE: As we process the recovered media, the determinate danger of SCP-6636 will become clearer. The designation may be changed as we continue testing.
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- Dr. A. Elena
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TIME: 08:47am EST
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[BEGIN LOG]
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FILM NO.
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ORIGINAL NEGATIVE
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AFTER DEVELOPMENT
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001
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Water at a beach. Small imperfection.
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Distortion and addition of colour. Large holes burnt through.
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003
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A cliffside. Some distortion is present.
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Large hole and extreme distortion. A double-exposed shadow of what appears to be a female face is present.
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006
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Portrait of an unknown female subject, smiling.
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Extremely warped. The subject is dishevelled and appears distressed. She is pointing at someone behind the camera.
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007
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Second portrait of the same subject.
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Water stains on the outer edges. Her dark hair is floating upwards as if she is suspended in water, though both instances were showing that her surroundings are a simple backyard. Her visage appears akin to someone that is drowning. More testing required.
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Audio.01 recovered and archived.
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Yeah, this film was a steal! They said there was some sort of chemical imperfection but look at these negatives - they seem fine.
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Which is impressive considering they were found in —
The film canister labelled as ‘02’ has considerable outer damage and flecks of what has been determined to be dried blood. The film roll inside the canister is destroyed beyond the ability to process.
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02 is to be preserved and kept as a record, ensuring no supplemental damage.
An old leather-bound portfolio labelled ‘04’ was discovered with noticeable fire damage on the edges of its exterior and interior. The exterior is covered with the words, “How are you not seeing it?” scrawled erratically, suggesting a manic state.
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A film strip labelled ‘9’ found inside has the previously noted female subject shown to be smiling in a candid shot with birds flying behind her. As the strip continues, it becomes distorted with colour. The final image appears to be her having drowned, though she is on land.
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The film strip labelled ‘10’ shows a man standing in front of a wall with graffiti. Images progress with the graffiti having changed and the man on the ground.
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04 is to be preserved and kept as a record, ensuring no supplemental damage.
NOTE: Every developed image we've tested has changed dramatically over the last month. Photographs have become burned or nearly clawed through as if SCP-6636 is attempting escape. Why am I the only one who is seeing the damages? I HEAR YOU. Why do I have to be the one suffering through these godforsaken files. I’m not afraid of you
+AUDIO LOG: Dr. A. Elena
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Are you seeing this?
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FILM NO.
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ORIGINAL NEGATIVES
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AFTER DEVELOPMENT
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022
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Group of friends.
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Additional colours.
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023
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Male subject.
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Struggling.
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026
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She's smiling.
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Does SCP-6636 project their fears? Why do I keep seeing my own
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Are they relieved that they’re dead? Are these my fears and not theirs?
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I want to stop. Are you SEEING this?
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[END LOG]
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SCP-6636 testing has been postponed until further notice and a new head of research has been assigned.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6842 is currently in the care of Agent Klein of MTF-Omicron-1 (“Tactical Penetration”). Further containment procedures were deemed unnecessary after positive behavioral changes were noted as a result of working with MTF-Omicron-1. Periodic monitoring on a yearly basis of the extent of and potential changes in SCP-6842's anomalous effects should be conducted to ensure classification remains appropriate. These assessments are to be performed at Biological Containment Site-63.
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Description: SCP-6842 is currently (as of 18-4-2019) a Red Merle pattern Border Collie in the care of Agent Klein of MTF-Omicron-1. SCP-6842 was procured by the Foundation on 27-01-1942 and has undergone multiple metamorphosis since this time. When DNA testing became available both pre-metamorphosis and post-metamorphosis DNA samples of SCP-6842 showed no significant discrepancies, suggesting SCP-6842 remains the same entity.
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SCP-6842’s anomalous feature occurs at any point it would be expected to die. When brain death occurs in SCP-6842 it spontaneously combusts. Once SCP-6842’s body is fully consumed its phenotypic and morphological features will reconstruct into a different breed of Canis lupus familiaris1 and general bodily function will resume.
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SCP-6842 has attempted to escape containment multiple times and has been noted to metamorphose into breeds whose attributes are advantageous to these attempts. Behavioral changes are reported on in provided test logs. Non-relevant test logs have been left out of the official database entry, but can be made available upon request.
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Note 23-07-1963:
+All further testing on SCP-6842’s anomalous effects is prohibited, by order of The Ethics Committee.
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SCP-6842 was discovered in 1942 as an Ambulance Dog2 working for the British army. The Foundation located SCP-6842 after rumours surfaced of an “immortal Dog” surface within the Unit it was recovered from. At the time of initial containment SCP-6842 had the appearance of a Lurcher3. SCP-6842 is believed to be a byproduct of the 7th Occult war, possibly being the result of anomalous experiments performed by the British government.
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Tests with SCP-6842 revealed its anomalous traits and after multiple different tests SCP-6842 was officially given a Euclid classification due to its hostility towards researchers and multiple attempted escapes.
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Note 12-08-1953:
+Since SCP-6842 was assigned to MTF-Omicron-1, its behaviour has undergone major changes, including a decrease in aggression and an increase in obedience. Following this, its classification was changed from Euclid to Safe. See supplied mission report from MTF-Omicron-1 for a more detailed log of these behavioral changes.
Unexpected spontaneous combustion. After fully being consumed by flame SCP-6842 underwent a metamorphosis. When fully regenerated SCP-6842 showed phenotypic similarities to a Mastiff. Dr. Conrad was brought to medical for treatment of the sustained burns.
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Behavior
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SCP-6842, upon being taken out of its containment cage, was wagging its tail and trying to engage personnel in a playful manner.
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SCP-6842 showed no significant changes in behavior after the test.
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Assignment to SCP-6842
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+Date: 02-02-1946
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Dear Dr. S.C. Riemann,
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The following is a notice for the continuation of the testing of SCP-6842 and, consequently, your assignment to said SCP,as Doctor Conrad is on medical leave. The next pre-approved testing date is:
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03-03-1946
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- Site command, BCS-63
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Termination test 2
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03-03-1946
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Mastiff
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Breed after termination
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German Shepherd
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Termination Method
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Drowning
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Results
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SCP-6842 was taken to a testing chamber with a water basin large enough to ensure SCP-6842 could not touch the floor when fully filled. Active drowning set in after 20 minutes. The full anomalous effect took place underwater, including SCP-6842 being consumed by flames and regeneration.
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Behavior
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SCP-6842 initially showed signs of contentment, like tail wagging and a playful demeanor, as with previous the test.
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After completion of the test, SCP-6842 showed some hostility towards staff which showed as growling upon being brought back to its containment.
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Termination test 6
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03-07-1946
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Labrador-Retriever
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Breed after termination
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Beagle
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Termination Method
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Shooting (head)
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Results
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As SCP-6842 was terminated by a shot to the head leading to near instantaneous combustion and metamorphoses.
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Behavior
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SCP-6842 showed aggression to staff trying to take it out of its containment cage.
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SCP-6842 attempted escape by running for the door to the testing chamber which was slightly open at the time. It should be noted SCP-6842 metamorphosed into a small breed of dog.
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Telefax Message
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Date: 05-07-1946
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time: 14:13
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Sender: Jr. Researcher C. Harris
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Recipient: Site Administration BCS-63
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Subject:Re-assignment Request
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+Dear Sir/Madam,
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I would hereby like to submit a formal request for re-assignment from SCP-6842. Witnessing the testing performed on SCP-6842 has caused me significant psychological distress, and I believe this will lower the quality of my future work.
SCP-6842 was injected subcutaneously with pentobarbital at a dosage of 100mg/kg of body weight. After approximately 25 minutes, during which SCP-6842 emitted sounds of distress, the same combustion as observed in previous tests took place. After metamorphosis Once SCP-6842 could move it pounced off of the medical table and snapped at any staff close to it biting Dr. S.C. Riemann in the process.
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Behavior
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Prior to testing, while transporting SCP-6842 to the testing room, SCP-6842 snapped at the research assistants tasked to transport it.
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After testing SCP-6842 broke free from the restraints keeping it tied to the table, attacking and biting Dr. Riemann when it managed to break free.
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Note
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Dr. Riemann was cleared by onsite medical staff and suffered no long term adverse results from the bite.
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Note:
+Further testing on SCP-6842 will focus on attempts to influence its post-metamorphosis breed; initial tests will operate on the assumption that cause of death is a leading factor in breed ‘selection’. Due to SCP-6842’s increase in aggression, one armed personnel member should be present during all testing, to ensure staff safety.
+- Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Termination test 20
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17-09-1947
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Basenji
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Breed after termination
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Whippet
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Termination Method
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Drowning
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Results
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SCP-6842 has regenerated into a Whippet while, taking the cause of death into account, the expected breed after metamorphosis was a german shepherd. This development gives reason to suspect that, while linked, the cause of death is not the only variable determining the breed after metamorphosis. Further testing will be required.
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Behavior
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While preparations were being made for testing SCP-6842 showed aggression and, when taken out of containment, violent hostility.
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Post-metamorphosis SCP-6842 escaped as one staff member opened the door to the testing room. SCP-6842 had to be tranquilized to ensure recontainment.
SCP-6842 was injected with Pentobarbital at a dosage of 100mg/kg body weight. After approximately 35 minutes, during which SCP-6842 emitted sounds of distress on a near continuous basis, the combustion reaction took place as normal. The post-metamorphosis breed of SCP-6842 was again, not in line with expectations set by previous tests. While the leading theory is still that the specific death has an effect on the outcome of the change of breed, more resources will be used to find the exact link to maximize the use of this feature.
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Behavior
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SCP-6842 showed initial hostility when personnel entered the testing room with the supplies needed for the injection. It attempted to attack personnel when the injection was to be administered.
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Post-metamorphosis SCP-6842 ran around the room attempting to find a means of escape. SCP-6842 was transported back to its containment cage when it had expended all of its energy.
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Termination test 34 unofficial
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03-11-1948
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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American Staffordshire Terrier
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Breed after termination
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Mastiff
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Termination Method
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Shooting (Center mass)
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Results
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SCP-6842 got shot during an escape attempt. SCP-6842 broke loose from personnel transporting it to a testing chamber. SCP-6842 was incapacitated by a shot, fired by Security personnel, that hit center mass. The expected combustion happened approximately 15 minutes later. The escape attempt was classified as malicious.
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Behavior
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SCP-6842 was not outwardly aggressive when retrieved from containment. When leaving containment SCP-6842 was on a leash and, quickly after leaving the room its cage was in, quickly ripped the leash away from the research assistants and ran away.
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SCP-6842, after being shot and its metamorphosis, attempted to harm security staff. It showed aggression and attempted to bite any staff that came close. SCP-6842 was tranquilized to aid in re-containment.
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Termination test 44
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25-09-1949
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Belgian Malinois
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Breed after termination
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Australian Koolie
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Termination Method
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IV administration of PentoBarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Results
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Pentobarbital was administered at a Dosage of 150mg/kg body weight of SCP-6842. SCP-6842 was restrained on a medical table and was given an IV line, through which the Pentobarbital solution was to be administered. SCP-6842 did not express any sounds of distress at this time, the expected combustion happened ten minutes after administration.
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Behavior
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SCP-6842 showed slight aversion to personnel that got it from containment, but stopped being aggressive and trying to escape the situation.
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SCP-6842, directly post-metamorphosis, escaped the restraints it was in on the medical table. SCP-6842 attempted to attack multiple research personnel who were in the room. SCP-6842 had to be sedated to ensure being brought back to containment safely.
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Request for the use of SCP-6842
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+Date: 01-05-1950
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+Dear Dr. S.C. Riemann,
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+We, the agents of MTF-Omicron-1, have decided that SCP-6842 would make the perfect addition for the needs of our task force. We have received direct confirmation from BCS-63 that we can take SCP-6842 into our care from 05-09-1951
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+Regards,
+MTF-Omicron-1 Task force Command
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Note: 05-09-1950
+MTF-Omicron-1 has requested to use SCP-6842 as a working dog. They have prepared an integration and retraining regime, intended to redirect and control its aggression and hostility. The regime is set to be completed on 05-09-1951, after which MTF-Omicron-1 plans to use it as an alert and guard dog.
+- Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Termination test 45
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Planned test 05-07-1951
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Australian Koolie
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Termination method
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IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. The reason given at this time is MTF-Omicron-1 moving the integration and testing of SCP-6842 forward to 05-07-1951 to ensure enough time to properly train it for missions.
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Telefax Message
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Date: 05-10-1951
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time: 13:47
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Sender: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command
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Recipient:Site Director Dr. Andersson (BCS-63)
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Subject:Integration and Use of SCP-6842
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Dear Dr. Andersson
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+We would like to inform you on the progress SCP-6842 has made in our training and integration regime, and its participation in its first official mission.
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During training, SCP-6842 has shown great promise due to its prior training as an ambulance dog during the war. It was quickly noted to be much less aggressive and prone to escape around personnel not previously involved in testing.
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During its first official mission, SCP-6842 showed great progress and great work in general. Examples of this include, but are not limited to: Alerting agents of approaching patrols, providing safety for our agents and even on navigation. It showed major benefit to the mission itself, as seen in the official safety report submitted.
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We formally request that we be notified of any further testing at least two months in advance, and reserve the right to deny any testing due to possible mission interference. Due to possible confidentiality issues, we also reserve the right not to give a full justification for denial of testing.
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We thank you for your cooperation in this matter and wish for your continued cooperation in future endeavors. SCP-6842 is now in the permanent care of MTF-Omicron-1.
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Regards,
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+MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force command
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Telefax Message
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Date: 05-05-1953
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time: 11:28
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Sender: Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Recipient: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command
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Subject:Testing of SCP-6842 05-07-1953
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Dear Sir/Madam,
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+Hereby I am sending a two month notice of upcoming testing of SCP-6842 on 05-07-1953.
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SCP-6842 is to be brought to BCS-63 on the morning of 05-07-1953 to commence testing.
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Thank you for your consideration.
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Regards,
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+Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Termination test 46
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Planned Test 05-07-1953
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Australian Koolie
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Termination method
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IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this.
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Official notice of reclassification.
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This is an official notice for the reclassification of SCP-6842 from Euclid to Safe from 12-08-1953 onward.
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Note: 12-08-1953
+Due to behavioral changes pertaining to aggression, and a complete cessation of escape attempts, SCP-6842 has been reclassified from Euclid to Safe. After this change, all security personnel and certain researchers have been reassigned to other SCP objects.
+- Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Termination test 47
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Planned Test 05-07-1955
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Australian Koolie
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Termination method
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IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. The given reason for not bringing SCP-6842 in for testing was a highly classified mission they had. The research team was not privy to any of the details.
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Termination test 48
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Planned Test 05-07-1958
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Australian Koolie
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Termination method
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IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this other than the intentions of MTF-Omicron-1 to seek contact with Site Command to cease any further testing of SCP-6842.
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Telefax Message
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Date: 09-07-1958
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time: 13:47
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Sender: Site Director Andersson (BCS-63)
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Recipient: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command
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Subject:Testing of SCP-6842
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Regarding the cessation of testing on SCP-6842; while the SCP is officially in the care of MTF-Omicron-1, I cannot authorize for a complete cessation of testing, as I believe such testing of SCP-6842 may provide further insight into its anomalous features.
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Thank you for your understanding.
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Regards,
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+Dr. Andersson, Site Director BCS-63
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Termination test 49
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Planned Test 05-07-1960
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Presiding researcher
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Dr. S.C. Riemann
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Initial Breed
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Australian Koolie
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Termination method
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IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this other than the intentions of MTF-Omicron-1 to seek contact with O5 Command to cease any further testing of SCP-6842.
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Telefax Message
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Date: 10-07-1960
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time: 09:58
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Sender: O5-command(Automated)
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Recipient: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command
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Subject:Testing of SCP-6842
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This specific issue is not of sufficient importance to be communicated directly to O5 command. This issue needs to be communicated with Site command.
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Please refrain from using your direct line to O5-command for these frivolous matters as this direct contact is specifically for egregious violations of security protocol that require our immediate input.
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We urge you to treat this option of direct contact with more scrutiny.
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Regards,
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+O5-command
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NOTICE FROM MTF-OMICRON-1 TO SCP-6842 RESEARCH TEAM
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We write to inform you that SCP-6842 has passed in the evening of 02-05-1963. Due to the deteriorating health of SCP-6842 we chose euthanasia as the most humane option as it would regenerate afterwards into a healthy state again. Its anomalous ability triggered as expected and it’s now an Icelandic Sheepdog.
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— MTF-Omicron-1 Task force command
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Note: 03-05-1963
+The team researching SCP-6842 has been notified by MTF-Omicron-1 that SCP-6842 had died of natural causes. Its anomalous trait still took effect, the new breed of SCP-6842 being an Icelandic sheepdog. This seemingly points to SCP-6842 living normally around the same amount of time as the breed it takes on after regeneration.
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Planned test 05-07-1963
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IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg)
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Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this other than the intentions of MTF-Omicron-1 to seek contact with The Ethics Committee to cease any further testing of SCP-6842.
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION ETHICS COMMITTEE
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Date: 23-07-1963
+All further testing involving the termination, attempted termination, or purposeful harm directed towards SCP-6842 is heretofore prohibited. The current caretakers of SCP-6842, MTF-Omicron-1, have reported that SCP-6842 experiences pain on the same level as a non-anomalous animal. Additionally, this committee notes that testing on SCP-6842 has yet to provide any significant benefit or scientific insight. A full review of SCP-6842’s test logs is being conducted to determine any wrongdoing on the part of the research team or Site Administration.
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Notice of Dismissal of Dr.Riemann
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Following the investigation of test logs regarding SCP-6842, the Ethics Committee has concluded that Dr. Riemann neglected to request permission for further testing from the Ethics Committee when it became evident that SCP-6842 was capable of experiencing pain and further neglected to report to Site Command that ‘Termination tests’ were not providing any significant or relevant data.
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In light of these discoveries, Dr. Riemann has been found guilty of gross negligence in his post as lead researcher for the SCP-6842 research team and has therefore been dismissed. Further penalties will be enforced by the Ethics committee.
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Telefax Message
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Date: 10-08-1963
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Sender: MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force Command
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Recipient: Dr. E.C. Langdon
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Subject:SCP-6842
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Dear Dr. E.C. Langdon
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+We would like to welcome you as the new lead researcher for SCP-6842. We hope to have a better experience with you than with Dr. Riemann.
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Any proposal for testing relating to SCP-6842 should be sent to us with at least two months' notice so we can decide whether we take SCP-6842 in for testing or not. Given the nature of our Task Force we do not need to provide any reason to deny testing.
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We hope you keep the circumstances of Dr. Riemann’s removal off the SCP-6842 case in mind.
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Regards,
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+MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force Command
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Note: 16-08-1978
+On the morning of 16-08-1978, the research team for SCP-6842 was notified of its passing of natural causes. Given the fact SCP-6842 was an icelandic sheepdog, the timeframe lined up with the average life expectancy of the breed. The new breed is noted to be a Boston Terrier.
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To: MTF-Omicron-1 (Task Force Command)
+From: Dr. E.C. Langdon
+Subject: DNA Testing of SCP-6842
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Dear Sir/Madam,
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+I would hereby like to inform you that I have put in an application for DNA testing of SCP-6842, scheduled for 28-11-1986.
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+We will be testing some older samples of SCP-6842 that we have in storage. However, we need some material for comparison and will therefore need some new DNA material of SCP-6842. This will consist of some hair, saliva and blood samples.
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+This can be done at BCS-63, and after acquiring the necessary samples, SCP-6842 can immediately be released back into your care. The process should not be more painful or uncomfortable than a normal veterinary visit and should last approximately 30 minutes.
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+If any more questions arise feel free to contact me.
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Regards,
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Dr. E.C. Langdon
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DNA Testing
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Current Breed
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Sample Set 1 (Jack Russel Terrier): Hair, blood and saliva samples taken on intake and kept in cryo storage. Taken on 08-04-1942.
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Sample Set 2 (Boston Terrier): Hair, blood and saliva samples taken on 28-11-1986
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Comparison between samples from 1946 and 1986 will show that SCP-6842 is the same being as during intake, bar for slight variation due to differing breed.
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Hypothesis was proven both right and wrong. The DNA profile of SCP-6842 showed the exact same composition in both DNA samples. It did not change depending on breed either. It didn’t show any variation in the composition of its DNA compared to 40 years prior.
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Note: 24-05-1993
+Late during the night of 23-05-1993 I was notified of the passing of SCP-6842 of natural causes around 15 years after the last regeneration. The breed of SCP-6842 after regeneration was confirmed to be a Jack Russel Terrier. No direct correlation between breeds has been found yet when SCP-6842 has died of natural causes.
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Note: 27-08-2005
+In the Early morning of 27-08-2005 I was notified of the passing of SCP-6842 again by natural causes. The new breed of SCP-6842 is a Golden retriever. Still no direct correlation was found between the death of the SCP-6842 and the breed it becomes after death. This should be seen as an indication that the initial theory that the breed can be manipulated is untrue.
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To: Dr. O.E. Sanders
+From: Dr. E.C. Langdon
+Subject: SCP-6842
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Dear Dr Sanders,
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+I would like to formally congratulate you on your assignment to take over ‘research’ on SCP-6842.
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+It’s classed as a small extra task for a reason, because it is. The main thing that has happened over the years I led SCP-6842 research is a single physical test. The main thing you will do while assigned to this case is logging natural passings of SCP-6842. I recommend you keep it this way.
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+You will likely soon be contacted by MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force command in regards to SCP-6842. They’re quite intense, but they only have the best intentions regarding the care of SCP-6842 in mind. You may want to read up on what happened before I took over the research.
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+Good luck with your new assignment.
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Regards,
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Dr. E.C. Langdon
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Note: 26-01-2019
+In the afternoon of 26-01-2019 A message from MTF-Omicron-1 was received about SCP-6842 stating that it had passed again and has regenerated into a Border Collie. On examination it specifically is a Red Merle pattern border collie. Noted is that any initial hostility it used to show towards research staff has been negated over the years of training and SCP-6842 should no longer be considered hostile in any form.
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Report on the integration of SCP-6842 into MTF-Omicron-1
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Integration report of training with SCP-6842 from 05-07-1951 through 05-10-1951
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Integration Goal
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Training SCP-6842 to act as a working dog for specific use in MTF-Omicron-1 including but not limited to: Ensuring safety for our agents, alerting agents to incoming patrols and possibly navigation. Counteracting aggressive behaviors and reduce flight risk from SCP-6842.
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Summary
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On request by operators within MTF-Omicron-1 near its inception their request for a working dog was granted. SCP-6842 was chosen as it already had a basic training as a working dog with its Mercy Dog history during WWII. SCP-6842 took quickly to its training and its new handler and showed next to no aggressive or tendencies to try to escape that were noted when SCP-6842 was turned over to MTF care. After a month in training SCP-6842 was cleared to be a working dog.
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SCP-6842 was procured by MTF-Omicron-1 on 05-07-1951 while integration was supposed to start on 05-09-1951. This choice was made by Agent Klein as the current breed of SCP-6842 was deemed beneficial to its training and integration and a new termination would not guarantee a beneficial breed of dog.
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SCP-6842 seemingly still had some ingrained access to the training it had had for its duties during WWII. Being able to follow the same commands that were generally used during the war. This was beneficial as it cut down on the basic training time of SCP-6842. This only required the agents of MTF-Omicron-1 to learn the proper commands to use.
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SCP-6842 showed some behaviors that needed to be corrected before it could officially be used. These were its tendencies to anger towards science personnel within the Foundation. Agent Klein noted this to likely be due to it only getting harmed when scientific personnel were involved. Corrections were made by positive exposure by bringing SCP-6842 around scientific personnel in positive situations. These behaviors were corrected for general scientific personnel after around a month. The behavior was not corrected for specific personnel like Dr. Riemann, but keeping SCP-6842 away from certain personnel was deemed a viable option.
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Training also involved alerting to personnel that are not part of MTF-Omicron-1 when on alert as a way to avoid patrols. This effect was achieved by having SCP-6842 familiarize itself with the smells of the members of MTF-Omicron-1 and teaching it to alert when someone that wasn’t one of them came from out of sight. This would be used for situations like patrols coming around corners.
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Training and integration was officially concluded on 05-10-1951 after the successful conclusion of the penetration test scheduled on that date.
Mission report provided on penetration test 05-10-1951.
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Penetration test Goal
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Testing security of MTF barracks at ACA-██ by attempting infiltration of Mobile Taskforce and security barracks within ACA-██ without proper credentials.
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The Exact names of operatives within MTF-Omicron-1 are classified. Operatives within this mission will be designated as follows
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The contents of the following report are an abbreviated version of the full mission report. The full mission report is still highly classified due to the nature of it dealing with security within the Foundation and specifically Armed Containment Area ██. The purpose of this document is to show the use of SCP-6842 during a mission.
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At 07:20 first entrance was made into ACA-██ under the guise of being part of MTF-Nu-7 “Hammer Down”. The uniforms of the agents Klein, Burke, Chance, and Walters were made to resemble accurate replications of MTF-Nu-7 uniforms. Noted by Agent Klein is that with SCP-6842 around less people questioned their legitimacy as people were hesitant to get into the way of a working dog.
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Around 8:00 Agents Klein and Burke split off from the group. Where Chance and Walters went on directly to the barracks, Agents Klein and Burke saw opportunity with SCP-6842 in tow to explore more of the facility and at the same time find flaws in security patrols and possible other entry points.
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Around 8:30 Agents Klein and Burke found an unsecured door on the side of the facility marked on the supplied facility map. (Map not supplied in declassified information.)
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Around 9:00 SCP-6842 led agents Klein and Burke around corridors to behind a security checkpoint. Avoiding patrols and an actual security checkpoint by avoiding the smells of other people.
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Agents Klein and Burke reached the barracks of onsite security personnel around 9:20. They opted to cross this off their list as the door to the security barracks was well secured going on to find the armory.
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Around 9:30 the onsite Armory was located and noted to be unsecured by the virtue of patrols not crossing over near the armory itself. The armory lock was simple and noted to be easily opened with a simple direct attack.
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Around 10:00 Agents Klein and Burke met back up with Agents Walters and Chance at the Nu-7 barracks. Neither duo was questioned on their legitimacy while inside.
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While on the way back out of ACA-██ SCP-6842 alerted to people, other than the agents of MTF-Omicron-1, coming from out of sight allowing the agents to diverge their route out of the facility. This by chance revealed another less secured route leading to an eventual extra exit to the outside.
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Going outside onto the ground of ACA-██ led to an easy return to the vehicles they arrived with. No security clearance proof was taken into the ACA at the onset of the mission.
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All discoveries made in this Physical penetration mission have been presented to Site-director ██████ to ensure ease of adjustments to secure ACA-██ better in the future.
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Any of the specific security flaws mentioned in this report have already been fixed and tested again to be sure of the improvement of onsite security
This document describes an ongoing EK-Class "Scorched Earth" Event.
+Upon accessing the file, Foundation Cognitomole catcher_77 will embed within your subconscious, and may track your biosignature for up to 72 hours.
Sydney Harbour during Incident 7002-146, 18 August 2022.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7002's "wish" must not be granted. Personnel found to be working for the benefit of SCP-7002 are considered complicit in the ongoing EK-Class Event, and are to be confined to quarters until Project Ricochet is completed.
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SCP-7002-1 has made SCP-7002's approach common knowledge among the general public; no effort is to be expended attempting to conceal it. Instead, main containment efforts are to focus on diverting the anomaly before it reaches perihelion.
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Foundation-sponsored comestible supply lines have been established on every continent. Each line currently carries sufficient lab-synthesized food to feed 100 million200 million 350 million people at least every three days. Victims of SCP-7002-1 compulsion may require force-feeding; consult document 7002.II.v1 for guidance and best practices.
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Comet C/2022 I1
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Description: SCP-7002 designates comet C/2022 I1, an interstellar rogue comet believed to have entered the Sol system on 3 January. SCP-7002 will reach perihelion on 29 November 2022, and make its closest approach to our world on 9 December. If left unchecked, the object will draw within 2.1 lunar distance (LD), the closest approach by a near-Earth object in recorded history. Preventing this approach is the primary objective of Project Ricochet (see below).
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Through an unknown mechanism, an increasing portion of the planet Earth has become subject to desertification as SCP-7002 approaches. An estimated 48% of the planet's fertile soil has already been converted to arid desert; researchers estimate full conversion will occur during or shortly after SCP-7002's December 9 approach. Other effects include:
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Crop blight, spontaneous combustion and desiccation of crops
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Acidification and salinization of fertile soil
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Intercontinental dust and firestorms impacting major population centers
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The gradual collapse of the Earth's magnetosphere
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These effects have worsened as SCP-7002 nears our planet. See Addendum 1 for a full account of the object's environmental impact.
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Spectrographic analysis has shown that SCP-7002 possesses a hitherto-unseen composition for a comet of its kind. The molar ratio of carbon to water in C/2022 I1's tail is 95–105%, in stark contrast to the average ratio of 4-105% for solar system comets. Furthermore, while the object appears depleted in diatomic carbon (C2), it is enriched in refined metals such as iodized copper and silicate (SiO4), compounds not typically found in interstellar objects. Finally, imaging suggests the majority of SCP-7002's interior is hollow. These factors has led researchers to speculate that the object may be at least partially artificial in origin.
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SCP-7002-1 refers to the recurring dream experienced by an increasing portion of the human population since SCP-7002 entered our solar system.
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SCP-7002-1 is a Class-II cognitohazard: Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) directly correlates with likelihood of experiencing the dream pattern. Currently, a CRV of 11 or higher is needed to resist SCP-7002-1 manifestation, up from a CRV of 2 in early January.
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SCP-7002-1's pattern consists of several associated images and ideas:
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A verdant green planet of unknown position and origin.
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SCP-7002 itself, typically floating or flying through space.
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An ambiguous desire or need, possessed by the comet and/or the unknown planet. This desire is often described by victims as a "wish" which must be granted.
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The Sun and Earth from SCP-7002's current location.
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Channels of luminous matter or energy, flowing between Earth and the unknown planet.
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Repeated exposure to SCP-7002-1 produces conviction that SCP-7002 is a benevolent force, and appears to compel victims to work to fulfill the "wish" expressed in their dreams. Amnestics provide only temporary relief, as subsequent experiences of SCP-7002-1 simply reintroduce these concepts.
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Those compelled by SCP-7002-1 typically seek to grow and produce crops, particularly grains, vegetables or other common foodstuffs, using any resources at their disposal. Victims do not consume these products themselves, but instead abandon their fields before harvest, beginning the planting process again at a new location. Victims forcibly resist attempts to stop them from working or to harvest their crops, and often work without regard for their own health or needs. Death by exhaustion and starvation is a common outcome of advanced SCP-7002-1 affliction.
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The following description of SCP-7002-1 was produced by memetics researcher Grante Willis on 6 January 2022. Like most of humanity, Willis had experienced SCP-7002-1 for three nights prior to composing this account. However, unlike nearly all other Foundation employees, Willis did not possess a CRV sufficient to resist its effects.
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RAISA NOTICE: The below document has been scanned and stripped of memetic corruption by Foundation AiCs, but remains off-limits to any personnel with lowered CRVs. Please view with caution.
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Three days ago, I had a dream. The next night I had it again. And again the third night.
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Please God, may I continue to have it.
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In the dream there is a comet. But it is more than this. It is a celestial fireball beyond words, burning in the depths of space. It is gargantuan, grotesque and beautiful. It is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen.
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The comet has traveled far, and must travel further still. I sense its struggle. It burns without end, on through the void eternal. What does it seek?
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I can feel that there is something. A great need unfulfilled, purpose beyond my comprehension. I yearn to help it but know not what I can do. I am distraught, for I exist to work for the comet, and for its creators.
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Its creators! I see their world, so far away, so much brighter and better than my own. They who have made something so beautiful, and sent it to us. They are entitled to all that I have.
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Perhaps this is what I can do? Yes, they are entitled to the sweat of my brow and to my body and my blood, to all I have produced and can ever produce. I give it to them freely and without regret.
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They smile upon me! This must mean that I am right. I can see my energy, the spirit of my world, flowing to them. I have not toiled in vein, for they will benefit from that which I make.
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I have granted their wish. This thought gives me peace, but it does not sate my desire, for I have a wish also.
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I wish to burn as it does. To burn with the comet and to give of myself until there is no more
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It belongs to me as surely as I belong to it
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i am what it deserves and i will burn with it
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it is mine it is mine and i am theirs
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Addendum 1: Environmental impacts
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SCP-7002 is a Class-XI thaumaturgic envirohazard. How SCP-7002 produces its adverse effects, as well as their intended purpose (if one exists) is unknown. However, each effect tracks directly with the comet's approach to our planet.
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1. Blight
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Corn crops in middle stage SCP-7002 blight.
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SCP-7002 causes rapid withering of crops, especially those near harvest. Crops appear to desiccate spontaneously over a period of 3-7 days, though the effect has been observed to occur in as little as 90 minutes. High-yield nutritional crops including soy and corn are most affected.
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In the first month after entering the solar system, SCP-7002 blighted a total of 20 million metric tons of agricultural product. This number has steadily increased each month. In July, the object blighted an estimated 250 million cubic tons, approx. 71% of the total output of all the planet's farms combined.
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Wheat farmer Muyang Zhao described the visible impact of SCP-7002 on his crops to Foundation researchers on 20 May 2022:
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We woke up yesterday morning to a rustling sound, like sticks in a high wind. We couldn't figure out what it was until we looked out at the fields. There we saw every plant, standing on end like it was tied with a string.
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The stalks were dancing around and shaking, bumping into each other. The sound they made was bizarre. Twigs clattering around in a cart, maybe, is a way to imagine it. And then there was the steam. Every plant was letting off mist like a hot kettle. Not burning, mind, just drying up. All their water was gone by the end of the day.
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First the wheat turned yellow, then brown, then gray and black. It's gone all dusty now. My boy picked some up and hasn't been able to get it off his hand in three days of scrubbing.
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Crops produced under SCP-7002-1 compulsion experience blight and withering at a greatly-increased rate.
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SCP-7002 renders previously-fertile soil unusable. Land is depleted of vital components including potassium, phosphorus and zinc, as well as binding agents, rendering the soil into dusty, granular chunks which break apart on contact. Salinization has been recorded more rarely, and acidification in at least one case.
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Soil is rendered infertile on an exponential cycle as SCP-7002 nears Earth. The progression to date has seen the object move from parching 14,000 acres of land in January to nearly 206 million acres in July alone.
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SCP-7002-impacted soil should not be handled with bare hands.
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70% of Earth's surface is currently experiencing extreme drought due to SCP-7002. The comet appears to disrupt rainfall and weather patterns, depriving the soil of moisture on a continental scale.
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Drought prevents desertified soil from recovering, and drastically increases the risk of fire and dust storms. Major population centers in 96 nations have been under storm watch for at least six weeks, while an estimated 988 million acres of forest have burned to date.
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SCP-7002 has weakened the Earth's magnetic field by a factor of three. The relationship of this effect to the comet's other impacts is unknown. Disruption of the magnetosphere significantly impacts the planet's ability to resist solar radiation and other disruptive phenomena, imperiling global technology and satellite systems. These factors have led the Foundation to coordinate its response entirely using ground-based communications systems, slowing response by 17%.
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Though SCP-7002 affects many aspects of day-to-day human life, mass starvation is the Foundation's primary concern. Approx. 2.5 billion people now experience food scarcity due to the anomaly, and many more refuse to feed themselves because of ongoing SCP-7002-1 compulsion.
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Addendum 2: Project Ricochet
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Project Ricochet is a joint Foundation-Global Occult Coalition (GOC) effort to deflect SCP-7002 from its current course prior to its December 9 near-Earth approach. Should the project achieve success, it may preserve as much as 33% of the planet's fertile soil from desertification, enabling the continued survival of the human race.
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Project Ricochet has two main arms:
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Primary arm: Deploy a team of agents directly to SCP-7002 to implant experimental technology.
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A manned mission to reach SCP-7002 will allow placement of prototype matter displacement systems (MDS) on the object's surface. Said systems will redirect SCP-7002 away from Earth and into a collision course with the Sun, dispatching the threat. These systems require delicate handling, and may not easily be deployed remotely.
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Secondary arm: Prepare backup countermeasures should manned mission fail.
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Should placement or operation of the MDS fail, emergency measures must be prepared to destroy the comet prior to its closest approach. These measures include heavy weapons barrage from a second-generation high-energy railgun system developed for deployment beyond Earth: the High-Energy Concentration Interplanetary Railgun (HECIR).
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Project Ricochet status is: APPROVED. Joint task force will begin operations 1 October 2022 from Foundation Site-02.
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Addendum 3: Project Ricochet timeline
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1 October 2022: Task force begins preparations for Project Ricochet. SCP-7002 current distance is 674 million kilometers. 48% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object.
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7 October:SCP-1396-1 appears to track SCP-7002 as it moves near Jupiter. Its weapons systems briefly come online, but then de-power. It takes no further action.
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18 October 2022: Dust storms cause significant damage to southern Australian infrastructure. Multiple Foundation sites lose contact.
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23 October: MDS system and launch vehicle near completion. Concurrently, HECIR begins relocation to L4 Lagrange point to intercept SCP-7002 should primary arm fail. 51% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object.
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26 October: MDS and launch vehicle complete. Widespread acidification of crops in Indian subcontinent, due in part to overfarming by victims of SCP-7002-1; mass starvation expected within eight weeks. SCP-7002 distance is 605 million kilometers.
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1 November 05:00: Project Ricochet primary team launches toward SCP-7002 aboard GOC Olympus launch vehicle. Expected transit time using sub-luminal warp is 16 hours. Though activation of MDS systems should take little time, team is prepared with supplies sufficient to last six weeks, and equipped with advanced telepathic shielding.
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1 November 21:08: Primary team drops out of warp near surface of the object. Despite shielding, team reports immediate nausea and lethargy, but advises that they can proceed as planned.
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1 November 22:01: Primary team touch down on surface of SCP-7002. 16% of human population experiences sudden loss of consciousness. Heavy distortion in communications channels.
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1 November 22:03: Primary team transmit photographs of SCP-7002's surface. Photos indicate multiple advanced devices at colossal scale; purpose of same remains unclear. Team advised to proceed with caution.
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1 November 22:09: Acid rainfall reported over 71% of North America. Magnetic field distortions. Unconscious portion of human population enters spontaneous REM sleep.
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1 November 22:18: Primary team advises that MDS units have been placed and powered on. Activation timer set for five minutes. Team proceeds toward evacuation vehicle.
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1 November 22:20: Primary team report loss of two members, including team lead. Heavy distortion prevents team from communicating cause.
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1 November 22:21: Communication with primary team lost.
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1 November 22:22: Inbuilt monitors indicate MDS systems have been manually disabled. Site-02 unable to reestablish contact with team.
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1 November 23:51: Single, continuous transmission received from primary team. Heavily-cognitohazardous message consists of words "its w███" repeated 1,136 times. Radio channels are closed after six hours.
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Project Ricochet primary arm declared FAILED 2 November 11:08. SCP-7002 distance is 550 million kilometers. 54% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object.
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2 November: Individuals rendered unconscious during 1 November incident wake. Each reports experiencing a modified version of SCP-7002-1: in addition to previous images, those affected also witness Project Ricochet primary team launch and approach. Affected individuals explicitly identify the team, and the Foundation, as hostile.
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3 November: Modified SCP-7002-1 replaces the original for all people when they next fall asleep. High-level BK-class "Broken Masquerade" scenario declared.
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18 November: HECIR unit reaches L4 Lagrange point. SCP-7002 distance is 363 million kilometers.
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19 November: Wildfire breaks out six kilometers south of Site-02 in the ████████ Forest; cause unknown.
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21 November: SCP-7002-1 increases in strength. All individuals with CRV below 20 now experience cognitohazardous effects, including some two-thirds of Foundation staff. SCP-7002 distance is 254 million kilometers.
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25 November: 60% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object.
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27 November: Attacks following BK-class event render Foundation civilian supply lines useless. Alternative measures sought to transport food. Mass starvation events common in most population centers.
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29 November: SCP-7002 reaches perihelion. Distance from Earth is 136 million kilometers. Object now within one million kilometers of HECIR's effective range.
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29 November: Further modifications to SCP-7002-1. Dream now transmits awareness of HECIR, as well as exact location of Foundation Site-02.
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29 November 07:14: SCP-7002 enters HECIR effective range; Project Ricochet secondary arm is GO. Targeting coordinates transmitted.
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29 November 07:17: Power outage reported at multiple sites, including Site-02. Numerous figures sighted in ████████ Forest, rapidly approaching Site.
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29 November 07:19: Emergency power online. HECIR begins calibration for firing.
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29 November 07:20: Site-02 automated defenses trigger as an estimated 17,000 individuals emerge from the forest boundary. HECIR calibration at 50%.
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29 November 07:21: 4,000 individuals successfully reach Site-02 perimeter wall. HECIR calibration at 98%.
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29 November 07:22: HECIR fires.
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29 November 07:24: HECIR volley misses SCP-7002. Investigation confirms incorrect coordinates were sent by Project Ricochet central command.
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29 November 07:25: Project Ricochet central command transmits message "gr███ █t" to all Foundation sites within range.
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29 November 07:28: Assailants breach Site-02 perimeter. HECIR fails to begin recalibration.
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29 November 07:47: Site-02 declared lost.
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Project Ricochet secondary arm declared FAILED 29 November 07:47. Alternatives under consideration. SCP-7002 distance is 133 million kilometers.
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30 November: Most remaining Foundation sites overtaken by attacks. GOC and other allied Groups of Interest unresponsive or hostile.
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3 December: 70% of fertile soil on the planet has been converted by the object.
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5 December: SCP-7002-1 increases in strength. All individuals with CRV below 50 now experience cognitohazardous effects, including 98% of remaining Foundation staff. SCP-7002 distance is 49 million kilometers.
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8 December: Satellite imaging suggests nearly all remaining landmass has been co-opted for use as farmland by victims of SCP-7002-1 compulsion. Continental-scale dust storms complicate further imaging past this point.
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8 December: Foundation Site-01 overtaken by attacks. SCP-7002 distance is eight million kilometers.
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9 December: Earth's magnetic field depleted to 1/100th of original strength. Solar radiation disables global communication and positioning systems. SCP-7002 distance is three million kilometers.
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9 December: Entirety of human population believed to be under SCP-7002-1 compulsion. Automated tracking systems engage.
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9 December 10:00: SCP-7002 distance is 950,000 kilometers.
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9 December 11:00: SCP-7002 distance is 900,000 kilometers.
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9 December 12:00: SCP-7002 distance is 850,000 kilometers.
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9 December 13:00: SCP-7002 distance is 800,000 kilometers.
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9 December 14:00: SCP-7002 distance is 750,000 kilometers
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9 December 15:00: SCP-7002 distance is 700,000 kilometers. Closest approach distance in two hours.
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9 December 16:00: SCP-7002 distance is 650,000 kilometers. Closest approach distance in one hour.
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9 December 2022 16:31: Two members of Project Ricochet primary team, suspected killed-in-action during initial landing attempt, re-establish radio contact. Attempts to hail Site-02 are met with automated response. SCP-7002 closest approach distance in 29 minutes.
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9 December 2022 16:38: Monitoring indicates MDS units placed by primary team have been reactivated.
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9 December 2022 16:46: Return vehicle launch detected on SCP-7002's surface.
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9 December 2022 16:48: MDS systems placed by Project Ricochet primary team activate. SCP-7002 displaced.
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9 December 2022 16:49: SCP-7002 confirmed neutralized in direct collision with the Sun.
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9 December 2022: First rainfall in 16 weeks recorded on the planet Earth.
Project Ricochet primary launch team members Alpha and Bravo returned to Earth on 9 December 2022, after surviving on the surface of SCP-7002 for 39 days. After a two-week quarantine, the pair was debriefed. They indicated team members Charlie and Delta, presumably under telepathic compulsion, had attacked them shortly after they placed the MDS units:
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Alpha: They'd been acting weird ever since we dropped out of warp. I think their telekill was faulty.
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Bravo: We'd split our equipment up, and Charlie had all our weapons. She got me pretty good with her knife when I turned my back, but the suit saved me. I owe Engineering big time for that.
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Alpha: We fought back, of course, but they were stronger. Not just normal strong, either. No offense to them, but I'd take myself in a scuffle any day. But once whatever got in their heads took over, they went wild. I took a punch from Delta and it was like getting hit by a car. Must have knocked me 30 feet in that low grav.
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Alpha and Bravo escaped down a tunnel in the surface of SCP-7002, but were trapped when their teammates sealed the entrance. Unable to clear the way, the pair decided to explore the interior and await the second stage of Project Ricochet:
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Alpha: We knew HECIR was going to blow that comet to kingdom come in about a month. But we also knew command's main plan had failed pretty much immediately, and we weren't convinced Charlie and Delta wouldn't do something to mess with the backup plan too.
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Interviewer: You were correct. They found a way to send information about the Foundation through 7002-1.
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Alpha: Right. So we decided to wait it out. Stay hidden, explore what we could, and be around to try something if HECIR didn't get the job done. We had our rations, thank god, and enough oxygen to keep us going until the end.
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Interviewer: You would have died when HECIR destroyed the comet.
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Bravo: Yeah, well, we were dead anyway. We thought Charlie and Delta would destroy the MDS units, and probably the return vehicle too. And even if they hadn't, getting back to the ship would have meant fighting, and I didn't fancy my odds in a disagreement with Charlie's guns.
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After HECIR failed to eliminate SCP-7002, Alpha and Bravo reassessed their situation. They realized they could use their remaining backup oxygen canister, kept under enormous pressure, as a makeshift explosive to free themselves from the cave. From there, they would attempt to fight their teammates and repair the MDS devices if possible.
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The pair successfully detonated their oxygen canister, clearing a path out but leaving them with only a few hours of remaining air.
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Alpha: We didn't know what to expect when we got back topside. We couldn't hear much from underground, but we got the impression Charlie and Delta had been making something. There was a lot of scraping and digging, and we could feel the ground shift from time to time.
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Interviewer: What did you find?
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[Alpha and Bravo glance at each other.]
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Bravo: Well… I guess you could call it a farm.
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Interviewer: On the comet? How is that possible?
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Bravo: It wasn't much of a farm, put it that way.
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Under intense compulsion from SCP-7002-1, Charlie and Delta had attempted to produce crops on the comet's surface. Alpha and Bravo estimated that their colleagues had converted as much as 35% of the object's crust using their bare hands alone.
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Alpha: They'd dug neat rows, one after the other. When they were done with that they'd started dropping pebbles in the dirt like seeds. Just stuff they'd gathered from the ground, you know? And then they'd cover it up and start a new row.
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Bravo: Had to have gone on that way for weeks. Everything we could see to the horizon was covered in their "fields." So close up to 7002, they must've gotten the itch real bad.
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Interviewer: I see. Were you able to overpower them?
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[Silence.]
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Interviewer: Alpha?
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Alpha: As they dug, they'd… done a lot of damage to themselves. It wasn't much of a fight.
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Alpha and Bravo found that their teammates had not damaged the return vehicle or the MDS units. They were able to activate the MDS and escape, a mere 15 minutes before SCP-7002 reached its closest approach to Earth.
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Alpha: By the way, we took plenty of photos down in that cave. You had a chance to look those over?
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Interviewer: Yes, we have. Thank you.
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Alpha: No problem. Can't say they mean anything to me, but maybe you all can make something of it that we couldn't.
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Addendum 5: Nature of SCP-7002
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SCP-7002 interior tunnel. Photo taken by Ricochet landing team.
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Both analysis of prior imaging and the photographs collected by Project Ricochet's primary landing team suggest that SCP-7002 was created by an intelligent, non-human race for the purpose of resource gathering. Key evidence includes:
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Radiographic sonar: object hollow beyond depth of 75 meters.
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Spectrography: object was composed largely of synthesized metallic materials beneath a thin, rocky crust.
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Photographs: object possessed multiple gigaton-scale energy collection and storage systems of unknown make and purpose. Equipment bore similarity to SCP-█████, suggesting capacity to remotely harvest chemical potential energy.
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Photographs: object housed components for long-distance travel and communication with unknown, extrasolar entities.
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Foundation exophysicists speculate that SCP-7002 was intentionally directed toward a developed planet, and that its cognitohazards were intended both to prevent obstruction of its goals and to compel its victims to produce additional harvest. Further research is ongoing.
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SCP-7002 desertified 75% of Earth's surface before its neutralization. However, with the effects of the comet now absent, researchers believe that the majority of this soil can be restored to fertility within 15-20 years. Furthermore, the conversion of much of Earth's remaining soil to farmland by victims of SCP-7002-1 has had an unexpected benefit: food scarcity in the wake of the event has decreased substantially, as a greater number of territories now rely on locally-produced resources.
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Addendum 6: SCP-7002-1 final transmission
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On 31 December 2022, most of Earth's remaining population experienced an additional instance of SCP-7002-1. As SCP-7002 had been neutralized several weeks prior, the origin of this dream is unknown.
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7002-1/31-Dec-2022 description:
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Dream depicts a verdant green planet in the distance. Ahead of it, traveling away into space, is a group of at least 200 comets.
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Upon waking, all those who experienced the dream recall hearing the phrase "grant our wish" spoken in their native language.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7074 has been cordoned off and expunged from the public record. Patrol teams are to enforce a guarded perimeter around the anomaly. Trespassers are to be detained, interrogated, amnestized and released.
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An automated system shall archive all transmissions from D-408.
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Description: SCP-7074 is a static volume of space in Akagera National Park, Rwanda which displays novel spatiotemporal properties. Although both matter and energy can freely enter SCP-7074, only energy is able to exit. Additionally, the flow of time within SCP-7074 is actively decreasing at an exponential rate.
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Due to this temporal dilation, the contents of SCP-7074 are essentially immovable. However, SCP-7074 itself moves in tandem with the rotation of the Earth, thus experiencing only minor positional fluctuations.
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SCP-7074 currently contains 44.50 cubic meters of air, soil and grass, a juvenile marsh owl (Asio capensis), and D-408.
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Historical Context: SCP-7074 was originally discovered in 1942 following civilian reports of “a bird trapped in empty space”. At the time, the Foundation lacked standard protocols for identification and exploration of spatiotemporal anomalies; as a result, a member of Class-D personnel (D-408) was sent into SCP-7074 with a DANKE teletype transmitter and instructed to report on his findings.
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Chain of communications is attached below.
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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REPORT
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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NOT MUCH TO SEE
+GRASS DIRT SHRUBS
+BIRD
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During the expedition’s initial stages, the time differential between SCP-7074 and the outside world was negligible. However, incongruities became apparent within fifteen minutes.
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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POSSIBLE HARDWARE ISSUE
+SLIGHT LAG IN YOUR COMMS
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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NO PROB HERE
+MIGHT BE ON YOUR END
+INCOMING MSGS DISTORTED A BIT
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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ISSUES NEGLIGIBLE OVERALL
+STILL POSSIBLE ANOM EFFECT
+STATUS REPORT
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Alarmingly, D-408’s next report was transmitted on a lower frequency than his DANKE device should have allowed.
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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FEEL FINE
+SMTH WEIRD ABT VIEW OF OUTSIDE
+NOT SURE WHAT
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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YOUR MSGS SLOWING DOWN
+5 HZ DISCREPANCY
+LIKELY CHRONO ANOM
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On account of a drastic decrease in signal frequency, the following report was received and decrypted over the course of two hours.
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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REPEAT LAST MSG
+HEAVY NOISE + DISTORT
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The presence of a temporal anomaly was confirmed at this point. Energy appeared to retain its original frequency when entering or leaving SCP-7074; thus, relative to D-408, the frequency of incoming transmissions would be too high for his DANKE device to interpret. Site Command composed their next message from multiple staggered signals to create a lower frequency.
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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SPEED OF TIME IN ANOM DROPPING
+DO NOT PANIC
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It was initially assumed that the flow of time within the anomaly was decreasing linearly and that communication could be conducted in this manner for some time. However, D-408’s next reply was received over the course of nearly nine hours, requiring emergency modifications to Site Command’s DANKE device.
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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FIGURED IT OUT
+SUN OUTSIDE MOVING TOO FAST
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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EXPONENTL TIME DCREAS
+HRD 2 DECRYPT + REPLY
+SHRTN MSGS
+ONLY SND NECESRY INFO
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D-408’s next report was received over 27 hours.
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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TRIED 2 LEAVE
+INSIDE LIKE INVIS WALL
+SUN ALREADY SETTING AGAIN
+HELP
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The ability of Site Command to receive and answer D-408’s messages was now under severe strain. A second DANKE device was requisitioned to compensate, but would not arrive on-site for some time due to supply chain constraints and difficulties in transport.
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In the meantime, field teams were dispatched to SCP-7074’s location and performed a battery of tests. An accident necessitating the amputation of an agent’s arm proved that it was impossible to remove matter from the anomaly, wholly or partially. While testing continued, Site Command was able to compose another response:
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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TRYING
+DIFCLTIES W COMMS
+STAY CALM
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D-408’s next report was received and logged over roughly six days but could not be properly decoded until the following month, when the second DANKE device arrived.
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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PLEASE
+EVRYTHNG MOVNG FASTR
+GET ME OUT
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Evidence indicated that the frequency of D-408’s transmissions would only continue to decrease.
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Due to the inherent limitations of DANKE hardware, further cogent communication with D-408 was deemed functionally impossible. Additionally, testing incurred significant costs without uncovering any method of extricating D-408 from the anomaly. A final message was sent:
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| INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND
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CANT
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Current containment procedures were put in place shortly thereafter.
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D-408’s communications have grown considerably more staggered since 1942, and the majority have been lost due to atmospheric interference or issues with the now-deprecated DANKE hardware. The most legible transmission to date was received in 2019:
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| OUTGOING: D-408
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HEL
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The message is incomplete but the remainder can be inferred from context clues.
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As of 2022, it is estimated that D-408 has experienced 25 minutes of subjective time. He is expected to die of dehydration within three days (currently equating to 12 million years outside the anomaly), although from an outside perspective this may never occur.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7446-D has been successfully decommissioned thus containment is not needed. The subject's remains have been stored at the site of its decommissioning while its containment chamber has been renovated and reused to contain a separate incendiary SCP subject. A Specialized unit of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 ("Fire Eaters") was previously assigned to track and contain the subject after any breaches. Said unit has since rejoined the primary force.
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Description: Prior to the subject's decommissioning the designation SCP-7446, now SCP-7446-D referred to a 5' 10 foot tall anomalous humanoid entity known to personnel as "The Mother of Gold1". The subject possessed human intelligence and was capable of speaking Portuguese, Tupi2 and basic English.
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At approximately 8:00 PM Brasília Standard Time every night a transformation event occurred in which SCP-7446-D would lose motor control of its body, but remain sentient before spontaneously combusting and forming into an approximately 3' foot wide spherical mass of flames that would levitate above the ground. This process was described by SCP-7446-D as being Extremely Painful and could not be prevented.
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While in its spherical state SCP-7446-D's temperature and speed would increase exponentially while moving to the nearest source of gold using the path of least resistance. Once SCP-7446-D reached gold the subject would increase its temperature until it was able to evaporate and destroy the gold if not already able to do so before repeating the process. At approximately 5:25 the subject would start to rapidly and slow and cool down before manifesting into its original form and regaining control of its body.
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Discovery: The first organized Foundation encounter with SCP-7446 occurred in 2020, when the Department of Cryptozoology tracked the subject to an abandoned prison camp formerly under the ownership of the Fifth Brazilian Republic and designated it as a UAO3.
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An initial containment team consisting of members of MTF Lambda-12 (“Pest Control") failed to contain the subject but was able to identify it allowing a second more specialized team consisting of members of Epsilon-9 ("Fire-Eaters") to move in. This second team successfully contained SCP-7446 using experimental Thaumaturgic4 weaponry which was authorized for use by one Felipe West upon the discovery of the subject's celestial nature. Following containment, the subject was transferred to Site-PT10 where it would be held until being moved to Site-73 for neutralization.
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Addendum 1 - Recovered SBP Document
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+Overview: The following material is a document that was recovered from the Brazilian Superintendence for the Paranormal in 1992, following its merger with the Foundation. The document details a sighting of SCP-7446-D noted to have occurred in the same location. Foundation personnel contained the subject and the events within it have been verified by several persons that were present at the time.
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BRAZILIAN SUPERINTENDENCE FOR THE PARANORMAL
+Commander Breno Borges Fortes
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DISTURBANCE REPORT, LABOR CAMP ÓMEGA NO.007
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DISTURBANCE TYPE: Campsite Security Failure
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DATE OF DISURBANCE: 3/7/1986
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OPERATIVES INVOLVED: 62 Campsite Staff, 25 Tactical Team Members
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NON-OPERATIVES INVOLVED: 120 Political Prisoners, 1 Paranormal State Enemy, Approximately 10 Armed Hostiles
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SUMMARY: Due to the arrival of a paranormal subject that would later be designated as State Enemy 385, riots broke out among the political prisoners within Campsite Ómega. The sudden nature of the event forced campsite staff to withdraw and contact a tactical team for assistance, allowing several prisoners time to organize against both the retreating staff members and State Enemy 385 and thus a chance to attempt to escape the camp.
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The arrival of the aforementioned tactical team was delayed by a group of hostiles thought to be affiliated with the SCP Foundation, presumably to buy their imprisoned personnel further time to escape in the chaos of State Enemy 385's attack. Upon the arrival of the tactical team most political prisoners and campsite staff had already died due to a fire and subsequent landslide caused by State Enemy 385. Some prisoners such as SCP Foundation Director Felipe West escaped due to further interference from the group of hostiles. Surviving prisoners were executed for their participation in the riot while surviving staff were reassigned as Campsite Ómega had to be condemned following the disturbance.
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State Enemy 385 was last spotted fleeing into a cavern nearby to Campsite Ómega carrying several bags of gold mined by prisoners as part of the camp's labor program. Tactical team members were unable to pursue as they were still evacuating surviving staff and attempting to extinguish the fires started by the State Enemy. Cover stories have been fabricated for the dead, including both specific prisoners depending on the circumstances of their confinement and all dead staff members, who have been buried in Brasília. Prisoners who were detained due to their familial relations with other prisoners and thus were declared missing prior to detainment have not had their deaths fabricated.
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OBSERVED PHENOMENA:
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State Enemy 385 transformed from a levitating sphere of flames into a humanoid shape upon their arrival at Campsite Ómega.
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State Enemy 385 manipulated the gold and rock around them, causing a landslide in the southern portion of the campsite that killed multiple staff members and prisoners, as well as one tactical team member.
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State Enemy 385 anomalously created a fire from its hands, which it used to ignite several buildings.
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+ORDER AND PROGRESS
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Addendum 2 - SCP-7446's Decommissioning Proposal
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+Overview: The following document was a proposal detailing the reasons for and the process of decommissioning SCP-7446 and has been released to Level C1 personnel by the Records Keeping and Security Administration of the SCP Foundation. It was later contested by the Board of Decommissioning before being manually approved by former Site Director Felipe West.
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Daniel ███████ - Representing Scientific Department Interests
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Dimitri Strenlnikov- Representing Security Department Interests
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Benjamin Kondraki - Representing Administrative Department Interests
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Reason for Decommissioning: Ethical concerns, financial concerns.
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Containment Observations:
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1. SCP-7446 is in a near-constant state of emotional distress due to the pain it experiences daily as well as the fact that it appears to be conscious during and after transformation events, in which it is forced to watch itself destroy blocks of gold (which it appears to have a deep emotional fondness too). Analysis shows the subject exhibits several symptoms of depression and PTSD.
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2. The subject experiences extreme physical pain thrice on a daily basis, twice during its transformation event in which several of the subject's bones are dislocated and muscles ruptured. Additionally during the first of the subject's two aforementioned daily transformation events, the subject combusts causing burns. As of yet, no way has been found to prevent these events.
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3. The cost of having to regularly send gold into SCP-7446's containment chamber each night is unsustainable for the Foundation as the subject prefers pure gold6 and will attempt to breach containment to find a purer source should it not be provided.
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Method of Decommissioning: Lethal Injection followed by Incineration.
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Date of Board Assessment: 9/21/1987
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Addendum 3 - Email to Dr. West
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+Overview: The following addendum is an email that was sent to Dr. West from Dr. Cimmerian several days prior to his tribunal hearing in relation to SCP-7446-D. Said email has prompted an investigation into the state of SCP-7446-D and if it should really be labeled as decommissioned. Said investigation is still underway.
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To:noitadnuof.PiCS|tseWepileF#noitadnuof.PiCS|tseWepileF
+From:noitadnuof.PiCS|nairemmiChaimereJ#noitadnuof.PiCS|nairemmiChaimereJ
+Subject: Urgent - Internal Security And Ethics Questioning
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Dear Director West,
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It has come to the attention of the Ethics Committee and the Bureau of Internal Security that you recently approved the decommissioning of SCP-7446-D without first consulting the Board of Decommissioning, and for this reason you will be required to attend several interviews starting on the 10th at Seven AM. The topic of these interviews will to be discuss the above and subsequent actions as well as to determine if your case should be sent to the Internal Tribunal7.
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Your charges include a variety of topics the unauthorized use of Thaumaturgic weaponry during the subjects initial containment, which was suspected to be largely the cause of many of SCP-7446-D's defects. A separate investigation is being launched into those who signed off on your unauthorized proposal, with the exception of Dr. Daniel, due to his current detainment.
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On a personal note, I know Amanda's death was hard on you and I have a feeling that this is going to be sent to trial. Her death wasn't SCP-7446-D's fault; it was that of the Superintendence. It's not to late too redeem yourself. Dr. Nesom told me about his suspicions that you may have purposefully opted out of post-mortem observation following the Decommissioning. He suspects the subject is still conscious and not fully decommissioned, if that is the case I urge you to help. You don't have to end up like Daniel and Benjamin or worse live the rest of your life with guilt like Dimitri. Please, when the time comes, do the right thing.
Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-7542 must be kept in an airtight container and only removed for the purposes of testing. Any documentation pertaining to SCP-7542, including photographs, video recordings, and research notes, should be kept in the archives. Photographs and documents containing general information may be accessed with level 2 clearance. Access to documents containing more detailed research requires level 4 authorization. Direct access to SCP-7542 may only be granted with authorization from Level 5 or higher.
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Updated: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7542 is no longer in the Foundation's possession. However, any information recovered that could be used to replicate an instance of SCP-7542 such as engineering logs, blueprints, and research notes must be seized and stored in the archives. Access to anything other than general information is restricted without Level 4 security clearance. Photographs and documents containing only general information may be accessed with Level 2 clearance. Class B amnestics are to be given to any unauthorized individual found to be in possession of material related to SCP-7542.
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Description: SCP-7542 was an experimental supersoldier designed by the Valravn Corporation in 1964. According to GRU-P intelligence, the intent behind SCP-7542's creation was to produce an elite soldier that could both inflict and withstand heavy damage, even in the face of technological or numerical superiority. Their secondary objective was to produce an unquestionably loyal soldier, capable of obeying any order without question, and only answered to Valravn.
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The identity of the subject used to create SCP-7542 remains unknown. Before augmentation, it was most likely a muscular caucasian male that was originally 1.82 meters in height. Valravn records suggest the subject was originally a decorated member of Spetsnaz, possibly having served in World War II, but this remains unconfirmed.
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SCP-7542 was originally identified by the codename "Ymir" after the mythical father of giants in Norse Mythology.
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Based on the available information, SCP-7542 would have been approximately 2.13 meters tall, easily dwarfing most unmodified soldiers.
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This body was encased in heavy metal armor made of two layers of steel lined with kevlar, as well as another unknown material1. This effectively made SCP-7542 resistant to most conventional bullets. This armor was permanently sealed around the user, and equipped with a self-contained air filtration system. A small port at the back of the neck permitted access to a feeding tube.
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 2/7542 CLASSIFIED
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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 2/7542 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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Addendum:Operation Brickwall
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When the Tet Offensive began on January 31, 1968, America was ready to deploy every military resource it had into repelling the North Vietnamese Army. Soviet intelligence uncovered evidence of a transaction made between U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson and the Valravn corporation to deploy a then-unknown weapon into the city of Huế, which had been successfully occupied by the NVA.
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An undercover GRU-P operative embedded in Valravn discovered the "weapon" was a mechanically augmented supersoldier nicknamed "Ymir." Soon pictures and videos of the soldier started to emerge. Reports of its devastating effects on the NVA reached GRU-P. The brass decided that this weapon was dangerous and needed to be destroyed. Termination orders were issued for Ymir and its creator.
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The strike team Red Storm was deployed to Huế with the goal of carrying out the termination orders.
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Task Force: Red Storm
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Personnel:
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Major Sergei Veronin: A longtime veteran of GRU-P since World War II. He had previously been involved in multiple classified operations across the Soviet Union. Surviving GRU-P records indicate that he operated in Korea and in the early stages of the Vietnam War.
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Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov: former naval officer recruited after surviving an encounter with an unknown anomaly.
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Sergeant Anya Moloknya: A marksman who held some notoriety in Red Storm, described by one of her peers as "Cold as ice, but she always has your back."
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Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky: Former military engineer with a skill for operating machinery. This reportedly gave him skills in working with radio equipment.
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The following interview logs come from audio recordings of the team's debriefings after the mission. These have been translated from their original Russian and arranged to present a picture of events. The full unedited recordings are available in the archives.
Kestrov: There wasn't much at first. Our plane landed in Hanoi, then we were put on a helicopter that brought us to Huế.
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Medved: And that's when you began looking for Ymir?
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Kestrov: That's what we were there for. Though I wasn't sure how we were going to find him in that mess. The whole city was in ruins. It seemed like you couldn't turn a corner without something being on fire. No matter where we went we could hear gunfire and explosions, occasionally shelling.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: Can you tell me about your first day in Huế?
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Moloknya: Veronin's first orders were to find somewhere to set up a base of operations. That part of the mission involved a lot of scouting. We needed somewhere that offered shelter, and cover, where it would be possible to work without drawing too much attention.
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Medved: Did you find such a place?
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Moloknya: We did. We found a three-story building that hadn't been completely destroyed. The upper levels offered some decent vantage points, lots of windows, and walls for cover. And it would at least keep us dry if it rained. I'd say it was perfect. There was just one problem.
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Medved: And what was that?
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Moloknya: Americans. There were a few of them hiding inside. When they saw we weren't on their side they started firing.
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Medved: So you fought back?
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Moloknya: What were we supposed to do? We took them out, had to make sure there weren't any witnesses.
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Medved: What exactly was this building?"
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Moloknya: No idea. If it had any labels or signs or something they'd fallen off. We dug in and got comfortable. Veronin called in our ordinance.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: What equipment did you have?
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Tchaikovsky: Oh you delivered. When Veronin called in our supplies we got fifty tons of dynamite, two .50 cal machine guns, twelve crates of grenades, three RPGs, and what was it? Oh right, about a hundred pounds of C4. All delivered by airdrop.
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Medved: Sounds like you were prepared.
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Tchaikovsky: We didn't know what we'd need. Veronin wasn't the kind of man to take unnecessary risks.
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Medved: So you've got your supplies, and base to work out of.
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Tchaikovsky: It wasn't very comfortable. We had a hard floor and crates to sleep on, but at least it gave us some relief from the sun.
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Medved: Moloknya would disagree.
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Tchaikovsky: Have you met Moloknya? To her, there's no difference between a queen-sized bed and a foxhole, and she'd always pick the foxhole. She was already fast asleep by the time the supply drop came in. I don't know how she does it.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: Tell me about Veronin.
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Kestrov: Where to begin, I looked up to him, and I owed a lot to him. You read my file, didn't you?
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Medved: Yes, back in 1963 you were accused of murdering your previous Captain, one Dmitri Teraskovich. The KGB thought it was an open and shut case but GRU-P disagreed.
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Kestrov: Veronin was the one who cleared me. Without him, I'd have been shot. He brought me into GRU-P. Red Storm was hand-picked by him and he didn't always go for the most obvious choices.
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Medved: What do you mean?
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Kestrov: There must be a hundred Spetznaz guys who would kill for my position. Guys with years of combat experience, people who saw the worst at Stalingrad. But he chose me, an inexperienced and newly-disgraced First Officer aboard a submarine. You know why?
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Medved: Why do you think?
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Kestrov: Because during that voyage I experienced something strange, something that defies our understanding of reality, and I came out the other side. That's what Veronin liked. He wanted people who saw what GRU-P faced on a regular basis. He wanted people who could stare into the face of things that defy anything they understood to be true, and keep going.
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Medved: Your file mentioned you did a few operations together since then. In 1967 you were involved in an altercation with a Neo-Sarcic cult in Siberia. Is that right?
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Kestrov: Yes, sir.
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Medved: Veronin was in command there, too. It wasn't clean but he got results. I see why they picked him for this mission.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: What happened after the initial preparations?
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Moloknya: By the next day we were starting on our main objective. I was usually put on watch or recon duty. I got a good eye for it.
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Medved: Not surprising. According to your file, you're quite the marksman.
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Moloknya: My mother was a sniper in World War II. She taught me well.
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Medved: Yes, so your file explained. Did you have a plan for tracking Ymir?
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Moloknya: First step was to find him, and be ready when we did. The rest of us were on guard duty, making sure we didn't get any unwanted attention from the NVA or American forces. You can probably imagine the mess that would come if Russian soldiers were found conducting a top-secret mission on Vietnamese soil. Even worse would be if the NVA mistook us for Americans and tried to attack.
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Medved: How exactly did you plan to track Ymir? I've seen the reports on Huế, the fighting there is brutal.
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Moloknya: Veronin had been working on that already. Tchaikovsky was operating the radio, constantly listening for any transmission from either side that might give us a clue. Every time the fighting seemed to get close, he'd send one of us to check.
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Medved: Did you find him?
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Moloknya: The first few attempts were unsuccessful. Two days and nothing but false alarms. It was starting to get frustrating.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: When was your first successful lead?
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Tchaikovsky: We'd been out there for three days. I'd been monitoring the radio most of that time listening for anything. On the fourth day, I had a breakthrough. There was a lot of interference, I couldn't make out everything that was said, but it seemed to be an NVA distress call that talked about a "machine monster." I managed to track the area the message came from, and reported it to Veronin. He sent me and Moloknya to check it out.
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Medved: And what did you find?
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Tchaikovsky: We'd just missed it, but the devastation we found was a clear sign it had been there. We found a store that had been turned into an NVA compound, only we were too late. There were bodies everywhere, many of them riddled with bullets. Part of the building had collapsed like someone launched a grenade at it.
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Medved: How do you know it was Ymir?
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Tchaikovsky: We found one survivor, though calling her that feels wrong. She was badly burned and didn't have more than a couple hours. She had a pistol in hand and pointed it at us, only to drop it. Then she noticed we weren't American or South Vietnamese. She didn't speak Russian, but she knew a little English, so I was able to ask her about what happened.
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Veronin: What did this… survivor tell you.
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Tchaikovsky: She asked me to kill her. I doubt she could have survived that injury. I asked her what happened. She claimed to have seen a "metal man" firing on her people. I couldn't get much more than that. She asked again for me to kill her. I wanted to help, but what were we going to do? I aimed my gun at her head but hesitated. I couldn't quite bring myself to pull the trigger. The Moloknya fired, hitting her straight between the eyes. It was…unsettling.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: When did you find Ymir?
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Kestrov: Our first lead was the NVA distress call when Tchaikovsky just missed him. But it gave us a strategy. Vernonin's orders to Tchaikovsky were to start listening for any similar distress calls.
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Medved: Did it work?
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Kestrov: Partially. We kept finding places Ymir had been. We could see the destruction he caused. One by one we started to see the magnitude of his violence. It became increasingly clear why GRU-P wanted this thing terminated.
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Medved: How did the team react?
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Kestrov: Many of them were shaken. I got the sense they were feeling nervous about encountering it. I can't say I blame them. Except Moloknya. Every time we just missed Ymir, Moloknya seemed… disappointed.
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Medved: And how long did you encounter these false leads?
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Kestrov: I started to lose track of how many days it was. But then things changed. It was early in the morning, barely dawn. I couldn't sleep. I didn't understand how anyone could sleep out there. It was hot, and the bugs… even in the cities the mosquitos were ruthless. Of course, Moloknya was sound asleep on the hard floor. Didn't even try to make a pillow. Suddenly I heard Tchaikovsky's voice telling me to get up. Veronin wanted to speak to me. He also wanted me to wake Moloknya.
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Medved: Veronin had something?
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Kestrov: That's what I assumed. But at that moment I had the task of waking a woman who could sleep through an air raid. And when I did finally get her up, the first thing she did was put a knife to my neck.
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Medved: Tell me, what did Veronin need you for?
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Kestrov: I found him talking to Tchaikovsky. Apparently, they'd caught a break. Tchaikovsky intercepted an American transmission stating plans to reinforce a stranded unit by deploying Ymir. And he'd managed to get the coordinates. We had a shot at actually seeing this thing. Veronin wanted Tchaikovsky to bring us to the area.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: So you led Kestrov and Moloknya to the coordinates you recovered from the transmission?
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Tchaikovsky: Yes. It brought us to an empty street, at least it looked empty at first. We found an old restaurant with a roof where we could take point. Moloknya spotted the Americans, at least what was left of them. They were trapped behind a destroyed wall. I could see the bodies of several men on the ground. Looked like one might have been wounded. She also spotted NVA soldiers in a building across the street.
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Medved: But you didn't see Ymir?
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Tchaikovsky: Not yet. Part of me wasn't even sure we would. I think I almost hoped I wouldn't. After the last few days, it felt very likely that this would be just another false alarm. But then it happened.
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Medved: What?
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Tchaikovsky: An American helicopter flew overhead. H-19, I think. The side door opened, and I had my first glimpse of that… thing. I can't imagine how they fit it in there, but it emerged. The helicopter didn't even need to land it just… jumped.
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Medved: Jumped?
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Tchaikovsky: It was from pretty high up, must have been thirty or forty meters. And it slammed into the ground, feet first, right in front of the soldiers. Looked like they were real excited to see it. Then it turned toward the building, lifted one arm, and started spraying it with bullets.
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved:
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Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Medved: Tell me about Ymir.
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Moloknya: It was… unbelievable. I watched him through the scope of my rifle. A huge metal man. His arms were weapons, one of them looked like a minigun. The other seemed to be a grenade launcher, which he used to poke holes in the NVA stronghold. Part of me wished he was on our side, but our job was to kill him.
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Medved: What did you do?
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Moloknya: Tchaikovsky radioed Veronin to tell him we had a confirmed sighting. He ordered us to sit tight while he made his way to us.
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Medved: So you waited?
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Moloknya: I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fire right there, but we didn't know what we were up against, and the last thing we needed was getting caught up in the crossfire. All I could do was keep them posted. I'm not sure how long we waited, but Ymir managed to cut through the NVA without much difficulty. The building was torn down by the time he was finished. We got a message from Veronin, he said he wanted Tchaikovsky's help with a radio transmission, gave the rendezvous point as a house roughly two klicks to the south of our position.
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Medved: What was his plan with the radio?
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Moloknya: I don't understand all the technical details, but basically Veronin wanted to set up a killzone and lure the Americans with a false transmission. Luckily he had some experience working with the NVA and could speak their language. Not like the Americans could tell if he spoke it with a Russian accent. Kestrov and Tchaikovsky left to help. I was tasked with keeping an eye on Ymir. Once I confirmed the signal was received and the unit was moving, I was ordered to follow them.
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Medved: The Americans were moving towards your "killzone?"
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Moloknya: It looked that way, but at one point they stopped to rendezvous with a tank.
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lt. Vasili Kestrov
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: Tell me about this "killzone" you set up.
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Kestrov: Veronin had found a narrow residential street. It seemed abandoned, looked like the Americans had already searched it. But luckily most of the houses were intact enough for us to use. He had me set up a .50 cal machine gun in one of the houses. We had it aimed through an open window. Tchaikovsky helped Veronin set up explosives. Then Moloknya radioed in to tell us about the tank.
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Medved: You had a plan for that?
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Kestrov: Of course. Moloknya usually took up rooftop positions. When she made it back, Veronin gave her an RPG and several shells. We were as prepared as we could possibly be.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: You know some might call you cold. You were about to fire on American soldiers. They are our enemies, but setting a trap like that takes a level of cruelty.
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Moloknya: I'm cold, not cruel. I take no pleasure in the lives I ended that day. But Ymir had to die. They were in the way, and they were going to fight back. In Huế, it was kill or be killed. And that thing was going to kill a thousand more. If I had to kill a few Americans to save hundreds of people, I was ready to do it.
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Medved: What happened when the Americans arrived?
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Moloknya: They began searching each building. At least, that was what they were trying to do. They were crude and disorganized. Most of their efforts involved them yelling over each other. None of them seemed to know what they were doing, beyond supposedly looking for something they had no way to recognize.
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Medved: Where did you take position?
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Moloknya: I found a house with an intact second story. I watched through the window with a pair of binoculars. My rifle and an RPG were at my side, ready for me to reach.
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Medved: You have much experience with heavy weapons?
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Moloknya: It's a long-range weapon. I can adapt.
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Medved: When did you strike?
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Moloknya: I knew our first priority was the tank. I waited for it to come closer, then I reached for the RPG. It was a simple matter of calculating windspeed and trajectory, really not all that different from my rifle. And I fired. The tank caught fire, didn't seem operable. That caught the attention of everyone, including Ymir. At that point, I had to switch to my rifle and keep back the Americans.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: What happened when you engaged?
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Kestrov: I was on the .50 cal, and I started firing. I swear I emptied an entire magazine into Ymir and it seemed to do nothing. He just kept marching forward. With one arm raised, he began spraying every building on my side with bullets. I was lucky enough to duck just in time. Then I heard our explosives go off. When I looked out the window, I saw a cloud of smoke. I watched as Veronin stepped out of the house across from me.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
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<Begin Log>
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Moloknya: Unfortunately, I had to take them all out. I fired on every American soldier I saw.
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Medved: I assume you shoot to kill.
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Moloknya: Is there any other kind? We couldn't risk any of them seeing who we actually were. You know what would happen if the American government learned there were Russian boots on Vietnamese soil?
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Medved: I'm not objecting to your methods, I'm only trying to understand them.
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Moloknya: I was able to turn my attention to the cloud of smoke that I presumed contained Ymir. I switched to the RPG and reloaded it, then fired another round, just to be sure we actually got him.
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Medved: And did you get him?
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Moloknya: For a moment, it looked like we did.
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lietenant Vasili Kestrov
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<Begin Log>
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Kestrov: I saw it stumble out of the smoke, struggling to stay on its feet. I couldn't believe it was still standing. It collapsed and fell to the ground, its minigun arm barely holding it up. Veronin stood at the door, watching, waiting to see if it had died. Instead, it looked at him and lifted up its other arm. I hadn't seen what was attached. It had been a grenade launcher but I guess they replaced it with a flamethrower- except it wasn't a normal flamethrower. This had a way of sticking to Veronin. I could only watch as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
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Medved: Sounds like napalm. The Americans used to put it in flamethrowers during World War II.
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Kestrov: I thought they usually put that stuff in bombs.
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Medved: They do, but it sounds like they may have revisited the flamethrower concept in Ymir's case.
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Kestrov: It also managed to ignite the building. And the fire was starting to spread. I knew I couldn't face Ymir with an empty 50-cal, and I was afraid he was going to turn it on me, so I ran. I managed to get to a backdoor just as the house went up in flames. Then the ones next to it. Next thing I knew the whole city was burning. I just had to find the others.
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<END LOG>
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Medved: What happened when the fire started?
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Moloknya: I couldn't see much at first, with all the smoke. Then I suddenly saw a flame appear, and a house catch fire. Then I realized Ymir was spraying the houses with flame. I can only assume he was fitted with some sort of napalm spreader. As the smoke started to clear I could see Veronin's body. That was when I knew I had to find the others.
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Medved: You left your post?
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Moloknya: What was I supposed to do? The fire was spreading and I knew at least one man was down. Kestrov and Tchaikovsky were down there, I had to help them!
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Medved: What happened to "cold, not cruel?"
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Moloknya: My comrades were out there in the blaze. Was I just supposed to let them burn?
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Medved: You could have helped them from your position.
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Moloknya: Are you crazy? That fire was spreading. Sooner or later it was going to reach me! And I didn't even know where they were. In all that chaos I almost forgot about Ymir. My mind was too preoccupied with trying not to get caught in the flames. I called out for both of them. Everything was burning, I wasn't sure if they were even still alive.
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Medved: Ymir didn't target you?
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Moloknya: Not that I'm aware of. Maybe he didn't see me, or maybe he was just too preoccupied. Maybe he didn't think I was a threat. Or maybe he was gone by the time I was out, I don't know. All I knew was my team was in trouble, and I needed to find them.
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Medved: Who did you find first?
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Moloknya: I found Tchaikovsky stuck under some debris. I had to pry his foot loose but luckily there wasn't any serious damage. Then we found Kestrov. He was lying in the mud behind one of the houses, looking very confused. I pulled him to his feet. I told him we needed to go, but he insisted on finding Veronin. I tried to tell him what I saw but he wouldn't accept it. He ran into the street, and I had no choice but to follow.
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Medved: What happened to Veronin?
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Kestrov: I found him in the rubble, covered in burns. I could barely recognize him. He struggled to speak, and I could tell he was in pain. With the little strength he had, he handed me his pistol, and told me I was in command now.
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Medved: And what did you say?
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Kestrov: I told him I couldn't, that I wasn't ready for this. But he insisted I was and made me promise one thing- that I would kill Ymir. Then he gave me one final order- to shoot him. I aimed the gun at him, my hands trembled, but I pulled the trigger.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: I can imagine it was hard losing your commander.
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Tchaikovsky: It was… hard. We all knew the risks when we signed up, but knowing that we might not make it back is not the same as finding the body of someone you've come to respect. I think we all admired him one way or another, even if it was for different reasons. You know what I keep thinking? Why him? Why'd Veronin have to die? If I could I'd gladly change places with him.
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Medved: He was a good soldier.
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Tchaikovsky: We were lost without him. I didn't know if we were going to survive. I couldn't be sure if we were going to pull the plug and get out of there or get ourselves killed fighting a losing battle.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Anya Moloknya
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<Begin Log>
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Moloknya: Losing Veronin was tough for all of us, but it seemed to hit Kestrov especially hard. I found him standing over the body, pistol in hand. He just told us we should go.
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Medved: What did you do?
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Moloknya: We didn't have many other options. We returned to our base, went through our regular duties. Kestrov became withdrawn. He barely spoke. We had trouble getting him to eat, and he rarely slept. He'd just stare into the battlefield. Once, when he thought I was asleep, I thought I heard him crying.
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Medved: That can't have been an easy change for him.
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Moloknya: It was like that for a few days. At one point an American unit camped nearby, one of them brought a radio that played rock and roll. We knew better than to draw their attention, but the music seemed to make Kestrov angrier. There was one song, "The End" by the Doors. You know it?
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Medved: I didn't take you as a lover of American music.
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Moloknya: I never said I loved it, but you hear a lot of things in the field. It seemed to really agitate Kestrov. He started trying to cover his ears, crouched down in a corner, trying to keep the noise out.
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Medved: What happened to them?
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Moloknya: After a few hours, they left; unaware they were being observed. That evening, Kestrov called a meeting. He told us about how Veronin meant a lot to us, and we needed to finish what he started. This wasn't just a mission anymore, it was about getting payback. He said that he didn't know if Ymir could be killed, but we were either going to do it, or die giving it our best shot.
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Medved: He sounds like a dedicated man.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: How exactly did you plan to take on Ymir?
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Kestrov: We'd already seen that bullets wouldn't work, but the explosives seemed to have an effect. They were enough to weaken him, at least temporarily, so that was our best option. But I was starting to suspect we'd need more than what we had left from the last attempt. If we wanted to stand a chance, we needed to hit him with everything we could. That meant we needed maximum firepower.
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Medved: And how did you plan to achieve that?
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Kestrov: I tried calling in additional ordinance. We managed to get a few more crates of C4 and RPG shells, but I had to be sure we were ready. Luckily, we were in Vietnam.
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Medved: How is that fortunate?
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Kestrov: We were in the middle of a warzone. The fighting was going on around us. We were constantly hearing the sounds of gunfire and shelling. It wasn't hard to find places where heavy fighting had taken place.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
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<Begin Log>
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Moloknya: Kestrov had us searching for places where heavy engagements had taken place. We found a lot of bodies, both American and NVA; and many of them had weapons they no longer needed. I managed to get my hands on a couple of American M16s that way. Some of them also had grenades. I found a couple of M-79s, but the real prize was when we found one of those mounted grenade launchers the Americans have been using. It was still intact, and it still had a few rounds left.
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Medved: Impressive.
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Moloknya: Tchaikovsky managed to recover working mortars and shells. Everything we found we brought back to the base. We'd accumulated a decent stockpile. The one thing we weren't able to get was Napalm- well, and an atomic bomb, but good luck obtaining either of those things.
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Medved: So you had your explosives. How did you plan to find and bring down Ymir?
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Moloknya: Same as before. We had Tchaikovsky listen in on radio transmissions, hoping to find out where he would be and checking up on every lead. Kestrov insisted on coming every time, despite our constant efforts to convince him he needed to rest.
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Medved: You sound concerned.
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Moloknya: He was overworking himself, growing more obsessed with finding Ymir. I admire his dedication but… we're a team. Of course, I was worried about him.
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Medved: You're not…
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Moloknya: What? NO! No, of course not. He's not my type.
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Medved: What is your type?
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Moloknya: Can we get back to the mission?
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: Tell me about what happened after Kestrov took command.
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Tchaikovsky: Once he announced we were going to keep finding Ymir, We started to settle back into a routine. I was back at the radio, monitoring transmissions. Everyone else had their usual duties. Kestrov had teams go out to collect supplies and there were usually a couple people on watch duty. Beyond that, there wasn't much action, at least not from us.
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Medved: How was Kestrov as a leader?
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Tchaikovsky: I could tell he was inexperienced, probably overwhelmed, but Veronin saw something in him.
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Medved: He didn't mistreat you at all?
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Tchaikovsky: No, in fact, it was the opposite. He was encouraging us to be at our best. At one point he had to order Moloknya to eat and get some sleep after she'd volunteered for two supply runs and took an extra hour on watch duty. He seemed to notice when I needed to step away from the radio and let someone else take over. Really, it was Kestrov himself who was being treated the worst. He'd constantly over-exert himself, insist on helping with everything, refuse to eat or sleep. We had to force-feed him once.
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Medved: I gather he was determined.
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Tchaikovsky: Something changed in him. I'm not sure if he even remembered we were on a mission. Killing Ymir was personal.
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Medved: So when did you find Ymir?
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Tchaikovsky: We'd been out there for a few days without much happening. Then I picked up an NVA transmission. It mentioned plans to meet at Do Lung Plaza. I called command and got the coordinates. Then I told Kestrov, and we came up with a plan.
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<END LOG>
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Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
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Interviewee: Lietenant Vasili Kestrov
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<Begin Log>
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Medved: Tell me about your plan.
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Kestrov: Tchaikovsky didn't realize it yet, but he gave us exactly what we needed.
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Medved: And what was that?
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Kestrov: Bait, for a trap.
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Medved: A trap?
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Kestrov: We didn't have Ymir's location, but we knew where we could find a target. If we could alert the Americans of a Vietnamese stronghold we hoped they'd bring everything they had. We could take position and let the two sides fight each other, wear each other down while we focus on the priority. In all the confusion it would be easy to avoid drawing attention.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
+
<Begin Log>
+
Medved: You realize this plan would be putting our allies at risk? Can you imagine what the NVA might do if word got out they were fired on by Russian soldiers?
+
Moloknya: We needed to fight it on our terms. This was the only way to know where it was going to be and prepare for its arrival.
+
Medved: Luckily for you we got no reports of the NVA spotting Russian troops. They may have been too preoccupied with the Americans to notice you.
+
Moloknya: You haven't been to Vietnam, have you?
+
Medved: I have not been to Vietnam, but I was a Lieutenant in the Second World War so yes, I have seen combat.
+
Moloknya: Then you'll know how quickly things change when you're in the field. All the politics, all the ideals that drove you to fight, they become meaningless. President Johnson might want to say otherwise, but there's no winning that war. There is only violence and death in that country.
+
Medved: I'm not objecting to your methods, only questioning them.
+
Moloknya: We did what we had to do. You think I don't know those people are human? The NVA were farmers just trying to get some control over their lives. The Americans were once teachers, grocery clerks, mechanics, and farmers- most of them brought there against their will. But to spare them meant letting Ymir keep going. If he stayed alive more would die, and imagine if they made more like him. The Motherland would never be safe. It's as simple as that.
+
Medved: So what happened at the Plaza?
+
Moloknya: Kestrov and I went there at dawn, and found a good vantage point to get a view of it.
+
Medved: And what did you find?
+
Moloknya: Lots of buildings that could provide cover. Most of them still had rooves or at least a second or third floor high enough to take position in. Most of the NVA activity seemed to be happening in the Southeast corner, I spotted a few of them finishing up preparations for the night. They had several machine gun nests set up, looked like a decent selection of weapons. A couple of them seemed to be wiring explosives. I couldn't see much but they were clearly preparing for an attack. I can't say I blame them.
+
Medved: Sounds like they did your job for you.
+
Moloknya: Not quite, it looked like they were prepared for American soldiers but we needed to be ready for Ymir. Kestrov send in the call to bring everything that could be carried. We realized doing it during the night was most ideal. During the day they were likely to be hiding inside. At night, the NVA tends to do a lot of its operations, meaning they'll be more scattered, and there are fewer potential witnesses.
+
Medved: So you set your trap?
+
Moloknya: We had to wait until nightfall. Kestrov insisted I go to sleep while he took care of observation. I guess he wanted me well-rested before we started. Probably wanted to make sure I was alert.
+
Medved: And then you set the trap?
+
Moloknya: You make it sound so easy. The NVA aren't stupid. They may favor operating at night but they weren't going to leave their hideout unguarded. That's where I came in. I had the task of watching for anyone who might compromise us and… dealing with them.
+
Medved: Did you have to… deal with any?
+
Moloknya: Some. I spotted a sniper in one of the windows I had to take out. Tchaikovsky and Kestrov had to work on setting up the explosives in the courtyard. That was when they had the biggest chance of being noticed. When they returned, we set up the mortars, and that fancy grenade launcher I found. I offered to take care of the watch, but Kestrov insisted Tchaikovsky and I go to sleep. I guess he wanted me to be well-rested.
+
Medved: As you said, you needed to maximize your chances.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
+
<Begin Log>
+
Medved: So let me get this straight. You infiltrated an NVA camp and set up heavy weapons and explosives?
+
Tchaikovsky: I thought it was crazy, too. But Kestrov had a point. The NVA prefer to operate at night, meaning fewer remained in the hideout who could spot us. It was still a big gamble but he seemed sure this was our best shot. The next morning, Kestrov had me prepare the final step, using the radio. He needed me to set it to an American frequency.
+
Medved: Let me guess, so you could let the Americans pick up a transmission about the NVA presence.
+
Tchaikovsky: I know a bit of English. Not like Veronin did, but enough that I could make a sentence. I'd hoped my accent would be less noticeable on the other side, but I also knew one or two ways I could make the illusion of interference.
+
Medved: So when did you start on this plan?
+
Tchaikovsky: The next morning, we'd been up for a few hours already. It was perhaps around mid-day when Kestrov gave me the signal to transmit. I spoke quickly into the radio, making some adjustments so there would be a lot more static and white noise. I simply said that we were under fire by VC and needed backup. Then I made sure the co-ordinates got through.
+
Medved: You think they believed it?
+
Tchaikovsky: I don't know, but if they recognized a Russian accent I imagine they'd still want to investigate. You know how paranoid they are.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
+
<Begin Log>
+
Moloknya: It took about an hour before I started noticing American forces. I spotted them approaching the plaza with multiple tanks. Obviously, that wasn't going to do, so I waited for them to get closer, and I fired an RPG at one of the tanks. The Americans scrambled and panicked, trying to hide, thinking the NVA were already attacking. It gave me enough time to reload and fire on the second tank. The explosions must have been enough to draw the NVA's attention as well, they were already scrambling into position. I just had to make sure they pushed forward into the plaza.
+
Medved: How did you plan to do that?
+
Moloknya: There's an old NVA tactic that was perfect for this situation. I waited for one of the Americans to be exposed, and I fired. He went down immediately. A second soldier came out to try and help his comrade. I shot him, too. It's a simple trick, draw them out as they try to help their friends. Exploit their bond.
+
Medved: That is cold.
+
Moloknya: Cold, but effective. Once they thought there was an NVA sniper targeting them, they started to get an idea where the attacks were coming from, and where they needed to push through. They also had to call for backup. The fact that I took out both tanks probably helped because that flew over us. The door opened, and once again Ymir jumped out onto the ground. He began advancing into the courtyard. From what I could tell it looked like one arm had been replaced with an M60 and the other had a minigun. With that thing on the field, the Americans were right behind.
+
<END LOG>
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+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky
+
<Begin Log>
+
Tchaikovsky: It didn't take long for the shooting to start. Next thing I knew there was heavy gunfire on both sides. I saw a few RPG shots aimed at Ymir- the NVA may have unwittingly helped us.
+
Medved: So while both sides were fighting, you were targeting Ymir.
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Tchaikovsky: Kestrov had us fire in an alternating pattern- one fires while the other reloads. We needed a near-constant barrage directed straight at Ymir, though the blasts took out a lot of the Americans as well.
+
<END LOG>
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+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
+
<Begin Log>
+
Medved: What were you doing when the shelling started?
+
Moloknya: I was on the grenade launcher. The smoke from the mortars made it hard to see Ymir's exact location, but I fired at the cloud. When I ran out of ammo I switched to the RPG. Unfortunately I couldn't risk anyone figuring out what we were doing, so I fired two rounds at the NVA. I think the blasts startled both sides. They assumed they were caused by their enemy. Suddenly the NVA were evacuating and the Americans were trying to fall back. In all that chaos they seemingly forgot about their weapon.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Lietenant Vasili Kestrov
+
<Begin Log>
+
Kestrov: When the yard was clear, I gave the order for the others to cease fire. I left my position and approached the cloud of smoke that was just now starting to dissipate. I could still hear metallic stomping, but also what seemed like heavy breathing. No, it was more like a wheezing sound. Ymir, that thing, he stepped out. I was about to run when I noticed both its weapons were destroyed by the explosions. It stumbled, barely able to keep its footing, and it looked at me.
+
Medved: It survived all those blasts?
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Kestrov: Barely, but it was weakened. It made eye contact with me, and for the first time I could just barely see through those fogged lenses, were a pair of human eyes. But they didn't seem to be staring with any malevolence or hatred. They looked like they were in pain. In that moment, all the rage, all the anger I had felt disappeared. I only felt pity. That was when I realized this… thing… it was a victim. He was once a man, like me until… until someone turned him into that abomination.
+
Medved: We are still working on finding out the creator's identity.
+
Kestrov: One by one the others started to come out from their positions, and we watched as it did something none of us expected.
+
Medved: And what was that?
+
Kestrov: It spoke. It was difficult to make out, but he started trying to tell me something in Broken Russian. He said "No more."
+
Medved: What did he mean by that?
+
Kestrov: I think he knew why we were there. He was done, he wanted it to end. I think he wanted me to kill him more than I did. And I think he wanted me to prevent anything like him from ever being created again.
+
Medved: You're saying he wanted to die? Why didn't he just let you kill him at the start?
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Kestrov: Don't you get it? He was once a man, twisted and turned into a weapon with no will of his own. All he wanted was to go down like a soldier, standing and fighting; bested by a worthy opponent. The next word he managed to get out was "kill" followed by "Curtis." I asked him if that was refering to his creator.
+
Medved: Curtis?
+
Kestrov: Yes, I think it's a name.
+
Medved: Excuse me.
+
<Footsteps are heard, and a door opens. A few minutes of silence pass before the door opens again. Footsteps are heard>
+
Medved: Anyway, you were saying?
+
Kestrov: He simply repeated those phrases, "No more, kill Curtis, no more, kill Curtis." He finally said the word "back." It took me a moment to realize he wanted me to go behind him. I noticed a small tube on the back of the neck, with a cap screwed on. I removed it and lifted Veronin's pistol. All it took was one shot.
+
Medved: He was dead?
+
Kestrov: Ymir collapsed to the ground. We'd actually done it. I called for a chopper to extract us. They ended up having to send two so they could carry Ymir's body, but I was finally able to rest. I was woken when we got back to Hanoi. They put us on a cargo plane back to Moscow, alongside Ymir's remains. Seeing the body just made me feel sick. I couldn't imagine who would do this.
+
<A knock is heard.>
+
Medved: Come in.
+
<The door opens>
+
Unidentified GRU-P Officer: I have the file you wanted. Am I interrupting something?
+
Medved: No, we were just finishing. That will be all.
+
<Door closes>
+
Medved: It seems we have found your "Curtis."
+
Kestrov: You did?
+
Medved: Dr. Joseph Curtis, disgraced American scientist. We've had rumors of him entering a contract with the Valravn Corporation for an unknown purpose.
+
Kestrov: Tell me where he is and I'll put an end to him.
+
Medved: I'll let you know as soon as I have it. For now, get something to eat and maybe some sleep.
+
Kestrov: What about the body?
+
Medved: The body?
+
Kestrov: Ymir's body. Our mission parameters were to destroy anything that could be used to rebuild him. We need to destroy the body!
+
Medved: Don't worry, I'll take care of it personally.
+
<END LOG>
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+
+
+
ADDENDUM: AFTERMATH
+
GRU-P intelligence tracked Curtis to a secret lab hidden in a warehouse in West Berlin. Red Storm was deployed with orders to terminate Curtis and destroy all records of Project Jotunn. The following is a recording of the debriefing after the mission was completed.
Kestrov: The first night was mostly uneventful. After the flight, we got a taxi to the hotel you booked for us. Thank you for that, by the way.
+
Medved: That wasn't too hard, especially since it was just you, Moloknya, and Tchaikovsky.
+
Kestrov: We spent the night getting cleaned up and rested. The next morning we located the building and began watching it. We spent a few days surveying it. There was a man in a long coat and a fedora who was always walking in and out, constantly looking to make sure he wasn't being observed. The warehouse had two entrances that we could find and seemed to be locked on a regular basis.
+
Medved: How'd you get in?
+
Kestrov: That part was easy. The more we observed the man, the more our suspicions were confirmed. It was Dr. Curtis. And even better, he had a routine. His arrival was always at 0600, precisely, and his departure was at 0800. He kept the door locked, but now that we knew his routine I knew exactly what to do.
+
Medved: And what was that?
+
Kestrov: We arrived at the warehouse a few minutes before 0800. Moloknya and I set up by the door, We spent that time acting casual, trying not to draw too much attention..
+
Medved: What did you find in the lab?
+
Kestrov: I wish I could forget it. It was a well-funded project. I'm no scientist but the equipment looked expensive. There were several slabs, all of them containing bodies. I'm not sure what he did to them, but every instinct confirmed I was right.
+
<END LOG>
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+
Transcript of Interrogation, recorded on tape retrieved from Dr. Curtis's lab.
+
Interviewer: Lt. Vasili Kestrov
+
Interviewee: Dr. Joseph Curtis
+
<BEGIN LOG>
+
Curtis: This log is for posterity. My name is Dr. Joseph Curtis. I tried to do something good here but it's all gone wrong, and now I'm about to pay the price. I'm not sure exactly who's coming, but I think I know why. I don't know who you are, but if you're hearing this do not trust Valravn. There is a man on the board named Axel Brandt. He will tell you what you want to hear. He will come to you when you have no other choice, and he will make you promises. Don't accept his offer. Do not let yourself get dragged into Valravn. All they will do is use you. They will let you think they're on your side, but in fact, they will twist you into their slave.
+
<A door is heard being kicked in>
+
Curtis: Ah, I'd been wondering when you'd arrive.
+
Kestrov: Don't play games with us, Curtis. I know who you are.
+
Curtis: I'm sure you do. I had a feeling someone would be coming sooner or later. Let me guess, they wanted you to kill me.
+
Kestrov: With extreme prejudice.
+
Curtis: Your accent is Russian, so you couldn't be SCP. If you were with Chaos Insurgency you would have killed me and taken everything by now. But the KGB doesn't take an interest in science. You must be GRU-P.
+
Moloknya: Very good.
+
Kestrov: You've got a lot of explaining to do.
+
<Curtis is heard grunting as he is grabbed and thrown into a chair near the tape recorder>
+
Kestrov: Oh, look at that, I can get your confession on tape.
+
Curtis: I confess to everything. I tried to improve their bodies.
+
Kestrov: Is that what you call this? An improvement? You took human test subjects and turned them into… abominations! Now, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to ask you some questions, and if I don't like the answer, I hurt you.
+
Curtis: When Subject 42 came into my lab, he was dying. He'd been burned, lost both his arms. He was struggling to breathe. He begged me to help him. I thought I could do more. I thought I could make him bett-
+
<DR. CURTIS SCREAMS IN PAIN>
+
Kestrov: You didn't make him better. I saw him. He wanted to die.
+
Molknya: Who was he?
+
Curtis: They wouldn't say. They just told me he was a soldier, like you.
+
Kestrov: That's what I saw from him.
+
Tchaikovsky: KESTROV! One of them's alive!
+
Kestrov: Put them out of their misery.
+
<GUNSHOT>
+
Kestrov: Why did you work for Valravn?
+
Curtis: They listened to me when no one else would. You weren't in Korea, were you?
+
Kestrov: Our forces weren't deployed there, and even if they were I wasn't old enough to enlist.
+
Curtis: Then you don't know the horror men went through. The damage it did to them. Healthy men came back disfigured and broken. Missing body parts, permanent spinal damage, blindness, shattered eardrums. Sometimes they couldn't even walk. I watched a lot of people die in Korea, but they were the lucky ones.
+
Kestrov: So you built a weapon that could be deployed in Vietnam, to cause the same amount of harm.
+
Curtis: They told me I could help their wounded, then they convinced me that I could improve their bodies. I thought I was saving that man's life, but I'm no better than they are.
+
Kestrov: Your experiments end now!
+
Curtis: Of course. There's an incinerator you can use to destroy the bodies, and I've already left my notes for you.
+
Kestrov: Why are you doing this?
+
Curtis: Doing what?
+
Kestrov: Helping us?
+
Curtis: I know you're going to kill me. I won't try to stop you. But maybe I can use my final moments to do a small amount of good. Don't you see, we're all pawns in a game we don't even know we're playing. You, me, Ymir; we're just tools. You think you're the hero, you think you're getting justice, but you're not.
+
Kestrov: Major Sergei Veronin, his blood is on your hands. You don't get to walk away from this.
+
Curtis: Exactly. You're no soldier. You're just an errand boy, doing their dirty work. You think GRU-P is any better than Valravn? Did you know Stalin used to let them use gulag prisoners as test subjec-
+
<CURTIS CRIES IN PAIN>
+
Kestrov: My name is Vasili Kestrov, remember that in the time you have left!
+
Moloknya: Kestrov?
+
Kestrov: You killed Major Sergei Veronin. Your work stops here.
+
<CURTIS CRIES IN PAIN, BEFORE BEING ABRUPTLY SILENCED BY A GUNSHOT>
+
Kestrov: Moloknya! What were you thinking?
+
Moloknya: What is wrong with you Kestrov? Our orders were to terminate, not torture!
+
<BRIEF PAUSE. DEEP BREATHING>
+
Kestrov: Alright, Moloknya grab the tape recorder and bring it back to the car. Tchaikovsky, give me a hand with the bodies.
+
<A BRIEF CLICK IS HEARD BEFORE TAPE ENDS>
+
<END LOG>
+
+
+
Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved
+
Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya
+
<BEGIN LOG>
+
Medved: You shot Dr. Curtis?
+
Moloknya: Cold, not cruel. I trust Kestrov in a lot of things, but at that moment he was going too far. Our orders were to terminate Dr. Curtis, not to torture him.
+
Medved: So you terminated Dr. Curtis. What was your plan for the lab?
+
Moloknya: We needed to burn it down. Kestrov found the incinerator- I'm guessing it was used to dispose of failed subjects. But getting rid of the bodies wasn't enough. We needed to burn down the whole lab with everything inside.
+
Medved: And how'd you do that?
+
Moloknya: We're Russian, and we needed to start a fire. What do you think we did?
+
Medved: Wait, you're not saying-
+
Moloknya: I found a bar nearby, picked up a couple bottles of Vodka. Rags aren't too hard to come by. Then we just had to light them up.
+
Medved: So you made sure everything was gone?
+
Moloknya: Almost, there's just one more loose end.
+
Medved: And what's that?
+
Moloknya: The body.
+
Medved: Kestrov expressed concern about that, too. But don't worry. I've personally taken care of it. Ymir's body has been incinerated. There's nothing left.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
Shortly before his termination, Dr. Curtis attempted to write a letter to the Global Occult Coalition. This was intercepted and archived by the SCP Foundation.
+
+
██████ █████████
+
+It is unfortunate that I have to write to you now, but I see no other choice. You are the only one I can trust to carry out my request. I have made a huge mistake. I tried to do something good but it's been warped into something… monstrous. It is, for this reason, I must ask you to destroy my work. This must be stopped before any more harm is done.
+
+During my time in Korea, I saw many men die horribly. But I also saw too many problems with those who survived. Men who went in healthy came out with missing legs, hearing loss, and nerve damage. Some couldn't even walk, or their brains were too damaged to function. I saw their bodies as broken and started trying to find ways to fix them. But nobody listened. No American company wanted to fund my research. Rich men who'd never seen combat told me it wasn't profitable.
+
+Valravn came to me in 1955. They were the first ones to see value in my work. They told me I could help their wounded soldiers, and my treatments could be marketed. Of course, I accepted, but something changed. Valravn has some strange practices, some sort of rune-based technology; it's almost like magic. But they also have some fanatical beliefs, and somehow they got into my head. Suddenly, I thought I couldn't just fix broken bodies but improve them.
+
+When they brought me specimen 42, I thought I was saving his life. I don't know who he was, but he was scared. He'd lost both arms at the elbows and was burnt all over, struggling to even breathe. He begged me to help him. But all I did was make him their slave.
+
+Do not trust Valravn! Do not listen to their promises. They can only use you, they will get into your mind and destroy you from the inside out. If Project Jotunn is completed, they will kill thousands more. You must destroy every trace of it.
+
+I have attached a map with the lab's location.
+
+Thank you,
+
+Joseph Curtis
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+
+
President Lyndon B. Johnson, with assistance from the SCP Foundation, began working to discredit any reports of his deal with Valravn. Witnesses were pressed into signing NDAs while photographic and video evidence was seized.
+
The loss of Ymir, along with its creator and all information regarding its construction, resulted in crippling losses for Valravn in the following years. However, the company would begin to rebuild through investments in computer technology during the 1970s. This led to Valravn studying military applications for computers and eventually trying to integrate their components with the human body. This ultimately laid the groundwork for the cybernetic soldiers they employ today.
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+
BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
+
The following file is Level 4/7542 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
+
+
7542
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+
+
ADDENDUM: SCP-7542 Autopsy Report
+
Officially, Ymir's body was destroyed, per Kestrov's request. However, in secret, Captain Medved had an autopsy conducted on Ymir.
EXTERNAL EXAMINATION: Patient's identity is difficult to determine with any certainty, but appears to be a caucasian male. Age is estimated to be mid-thirties. Subject was likely around 1.82 meters tall. He has been encased in armor comprised of steel, kevlar, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Armor lacks any mechanism for removal, suggesting it was intended to be permanent. Subject's face is concealed beneath a gas mask, which also appears to be sealed into the suit. Eyes appear to be unaffected. Small tube on the back of the neck appears to be intended for feeding. Cracks present in the right shoulder, head, and left leg suggest minor damage to armor.
+
Armor had to be cut using a high-power chainsaw. It was then found that armor was grafted to patient's skin. Genitals had been removed and replaced by a network of tubes. Upon removal of armor, a fragmented runic symbol was found embedded in patient's abdomen.2
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Digestive System: Patient's esophagus removed, replaced by a plastic tube connecting the stomach to the back of the neck.
+
Brain: Evidence of an attempted trans-orbital lobotomy.
+
Nervous System: Spine has been infused with a titanium alloy.
+
Heart: Unknown substance has been used to increase heart size. A small pacemaker-like device was wired into the patient's heart. This appears to be designed to increase bloodflow allowing for faster movement.
+
Toxicology Report: Unknown substance detected in patient's bloodstream at a level of 100mg/dl. Analysis revealed specimens of Plasmodium falciparum3. This, combined with a white blood cell count of 12,4x10^9/L, suggests patient was septic at time of death.
+
Immunity system: Intestines have been moved to make room for spinal augmentation. Evidence of crude attempts to cut reconnect them is present. Spleen size reduced to make room for enlarged heart.
+
Cause of Death: 18mm bullet fired from a Makarov pistol at point blank range into the back of the skull. Patient died instantly from hemorrhaging and brain damage.
+
Note: Presence of Plasmodium falciparum combined with weak immune system suggests patient had contracted malaria, probably through a mosquito entering the feeding tube. Had patient not been killed by Red Storm, he likely had little more than a few weeks to live.
+
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+
+
ADDENDUM: Operation Blackout
+
In 2015, operatives of the SCP Foundation tracked a cell of the Chaos Insurgency to an abandoned GRU-P black site in Belarus. In the ensuing raid, the MTF entered a laboratory containing the remains of human test subjects. No official records of these experiments existed, but reports found on-site indicated that it was being used as part of a GRU-P effort to produce a human weapon. A sealed coffin containing the heavily disfigured remains of a human cadaver was recovered.
+
Records found on-site indicated a GRU-P-backed effort to replicate the experiments that produced Ymir. The project had been authorized by Captain Boris Medved.
+
The body was transported to SCP Site-19 for further analysis. A year later, the Foundation was sent the following message:
To: █████
+From: Dr. Olga Brandt
+Subject: Regarding SCP-7542
+
Dr. █████
+
It has come to our attention that you have recently acquired something of great interest to us. You have labeled it as SCP-7542, but we have known it by the name Ymir. I believe that Valravn could put SCP-7542 to great use, but I understand that you will not return him for free. Fortunately, we have something that we believe will be of even greater value to your organization. I would like to propose a meeting to discuss the terms of a mutually beneficial transaction.
+
I look forward to meeting you
+Dr. Olga Brandt, Tyr Project Lead
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+
The meeting took place three weeks later when Dr. Brandt met with the 05 Council. Ultimately the trade was accepted, and SCP-7542 was released in exchange for ███████.
To: O5-3
+From: Site-55 Director Adler
+Subject: Containment Procedures Awaiting Your Approval
+
+
+
O5-3,
+
+Following a raid on 4/15/2023, we have successfully managed to secure SCP-7602. However, there is indecision as to what containment protocols to take. Our current approach is to maintain the site as is, however some info brought up during interviews with POI-7602-1 have brought up some concerns. Ultimately, it is your call what approach we take. Attached you'll find a draft of SCP-7602 in addition to a collection of interviews compiled by Dr. Cooper to help you reach a decision. Please get back to me shortly with an answer.
+
+Regards,
+Site-55 Director Adler
Special Containment Procedures: Until further notice, SCP-7602 is to be quarantined and deemed inaccessible to all non-critical personnel. MTF Beta-777 ("Hecate's Spear") are to ensure this mandate is upheld. In addition, any expansion events of SCP-7602-1 are to be reported to Dr. Hannigan of the Department of Thaumatology. All personnel that come into physical contact with SCP-7602-1 are to be considered lost. All captured members of GOI-7602 are to be kept at Site-55 in standard humanoid containment cells.
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Description: SCP-7602 refers to a doorway located in the basement of GOI-7602's compound. It appears to be a gateway to a previously unknown extradimensional space containing an indefinite amount of a black gaseous substance hereby referred to as SCP-7602-1. Any object that comes into contact with SCP-7602-1 becomes completely absorbed by it. This is considered irreversible. SCP-7602-1 is currently held in place by a set of thaumaturgic runes identified as SCP-7602-2. Investigation into alternative methods to contain SCP-7602-1 are underway.
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SCP-7602 was discovered on 4/15/2023 near Middlefield, Massachusetts, following a spike in Humes detected in the area. Foundation agents discovered a heavily fortified brick compound populated by worshipers of a religious group identifying themselves as "The Order of the Void Gate" (GOI-7602). Agents confirmed multiple uses of anomalous rituals, warranting the dispatch of MTF Beta-777 to secure the compound. Despite heavy casualties, MTF agents managed to capture the area as well as 6 survivors, including the leader of the GOI (POI-7602-1). During cleanup, a squad of MTF agents discovered SCP-7602 in the basement of a church-like building. The squad opened SCP-7602 resulting in the first recorded expansion event. The resultant SCP-7602-1 consumed all but one member of the squad, halting at a set of SCP-7602-2 located on the wall. According to POI-7602-1, this expansion event will repeat without proper maintenance of the remaining instances of SCP-7602-2. This claim, as of yet, is unverified.
Date of interview: 4/17/2023
+Interviewer: Dr. Cooper
+Interviewee: POI-7602-1
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Cooper: This is Dr. Alicia Cooper, interviewing POI-7602-1 on 4/17/2023. Begin recording now. Please state your full legal name for the record.
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POI-7602-1: Why should I?
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Dr. Cooper: Well, you don't have to. However, if you answer my questions I can in turn vouch for any accommodation requests you make to the containment staff.
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POI-7602-1: You think I can be bought over with softer beds and toiletries? And here I was thinking you were professionals.
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Dr. Cooper: As I've mentioned you don't need to answer the questions if you don't want to. Besides, our forensics team already positively ID'd you as one "Dr. Richard Moore".
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POI-7602-1: I stand corrected, it seems you've done your homework. Yes, my name is Dr. Richard Moore.
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Dr. Cooper: Well then Dr. Moore, according to your record you went missing quite some time ago, 1864 to be exact. Care to tell me how a tenured professor from the University of Oxford ends up leading a cult in rural Massachusetts?
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POI-7602-1: That would be quite the tale. I would be willing to share it with you, but first I need something in return.
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Dr. Cooper: And what would that be?
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POI-7602-1: Well, if I'm going to tell you my life story, I'd at least like to know about who's asking.
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Dr. Cooper: You want to know about the Foundation?
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POI-7602-1: No, not the "Foundation". I've already surmised enough about them when you dragged me here kicking and screaming. I want to know about Dr. Cooper.
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Dr. Cooper: We're not here to talk about me.
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POI-7602-1: Oh come on. At least tell me where you're from.
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Dr. Cooper: I'm from Cambridge. Happy?
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POI-7602-1: It's certainly a start, but I'm a man of my word. I'm from Shrewsbury, England. Worked in the Astrophysics department at Oxford for 22 years. Lasted right up until I made my discovery.
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Dr. Cooper: And what would that "discovery" be?
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POI-7602-1: Not so fast. You need to give something to get something. Now, tell me how does someone like you end up working in a place like this?
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Dr. Cooper: That's classified material.
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POI-7602-1: Oh my poor, addled mind. I'm really starting to forget the past 100 years or so.
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Dr. Cooper: Fine, I get it, but if I have to explain to my supervisors why I was giving a subject my personal history, you'll end up talking to someone much less polite than me.
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POI-7602-1: I promise I won't tell anybody. Now go on.
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Dr. Cooper: Well, I was working on my doctoral thesis at MIT, something on the role of ritualism in the lives of the Mahatopan.
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POI-7602-1: An anthropologist, I see.
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Dr. Cooper: I spent a couple of weeks with a local tribe when one of the elders passed. One of the shamans invited me to stay for their funeral. Figured I might as well go, considering nobody had ever recorded the ritual on record.
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Dr. Cooper: We all gathered that night, preparing to usher his spirit into the afterlife. The natives were all standing in a circle around the body as they began singing. About 10 minutes in, the elder suddenly caught fire. Before I could even figure out what was going on, he… got up and started dancing. I was so shocked that I could barely remember the rest of that night.
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POI-7602-1: Everyone's first encounter with the paranormal is usually quite shocking. It's amazing how much goes on around us each day that we brush off as a trick of the eyes.
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Dr. Cooper: I suppose. I thought I was going crazy, told my supervising professor about the whole ordeal. Turns out he was working with the Foundation. He told me people in my situation typically got amnesticized, but he instead offered me a job. Soon after, the Mahatopans were never heard from again.
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POI-7602-1: I'm sorry to hear that.
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Dr. Cooper: They were anomalies. Perhaps mundane anomalies, but anomalies nonetheless.
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POI-7602-1: And because of that, the Foundation killed them?
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Dr. Cooper: What? No. The Mahatopan aren't dead; the Foundation purchased the reservation and only claimed they were gone. Besides, you really shouldn't be talking. Thirty seven good men and women are dead because of you. You're the shining example of why the Foundation does what it does.
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POI-7602-1: I could understand why you see what I did as "cruel".
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Dr. Cooper: Cruel doesn't even begin to cut it. Look, I gave you my story, now give me yours.
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POI-7602-1: Fair enough. Truth is, I've been thinking of a way to escape this entire time. However, you've convinced me that you're worthy of learning my secrets. Tell me, have you seen the gateway?
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Dr. Cooper: Are you talking about that sick trap of yours? Yes, I have.
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POI-7602-1: Well then, I think you'd be interested in knowing this: If my followers and I don't return to that gate soon, the entire world will end.
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Dr. Cooper: What? Are you threatening the Foundation?
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POI-7602-1: Quite the opposite, really. I'm proposing a partnership. My order seeks to prevent the world on the other side of that gate from engulfing this one. If your "Foundation" is as set on protecting people as you claim, then our goals are identical.
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Dr. Cooper: That's quite the large claim.
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POI-7602-1: Perhaps the largest of all, but I assure you, it is all too real. So what do you say?
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Dr. Cooper: That's going to be a hard ask. It's not my decision to make anyways. I'll speak to my supervisors after this interview. For now, thank you for your time.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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To: Dr. Alicia Cooper
+From: Site-55 Director Adler
+Subject: Re:POI-7602-1 Interview
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Dr. Cooper,
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+I've seen the request you've submitted following the interview with POI-7602-1. I do concur, his claims are dubious at best. That being said, it is our duty to thoroughly investigate any and all anomalous threats to human life. It certainly doesn't help that none of the other captured cultists were willing to speak with us. Therefore, I'm assigning you to compile a report on the matter. Do whatever it takes to get the truth out of him. I'm also upgrading your clearance to Level 3 for the duration of your investigation.
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+Best of Luck,
+Site-55 Director Adler
Date of interview: 4/18
+Interviewer: Dr. Cooper
+Interviewee: POI-7602-1
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Cooper: This is Dr. Alicia Cooper, interviewing POI-7602-1 on 4/18/2023. Begin recording now.
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POI-7602-1: Ahh, Dr. Cooper, returned at last. Have we an answer from the higher-ups?
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Dr. Cooper: Not quite. I'm actually here to ask you some more questions.
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POI-7602-1: Well then, ask away.
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Dr. Cooper: For starters, you're going to have to explain why somebody who killed 37 Foundation personnel can be let out.
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POI-7602-1: I figured you'd ask something along those lines. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. You guard a doorway to a world that could annihilate ours at a moment's notice for centuries on end. One day, at 2 in the morning I might add, a small army shows up at your gate prepared to do whatever it takes to break in. Surely you could understand why we took that course of action?
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Dr. Cooper: Not really, still doesn't explain why you fired first.
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POI-7602-1: Do you have a husband, Dr. Cooper? Children?
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Dr. Cooper: No. I've been too enveloped in work to focus on anything else.
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POI-7602-1: Well, if you did, you'd soon come to realize things get a lot fuzzier. You're far less likely to hesitate when others' lives are on the line.
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Dr. Cooper: Let's move on. What exactly is on the other side of this doorway?
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POI-7602-1: Unending darkness. While darkness in our world is the absence of photons, the gateway leads to a world where the opposite is the case. If the two were to come into contact, it would mean complete annihilation.
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Dr. Cooper: Uh-huh. And how does a celebrated Astrophysicist such as yourself end up guarding this gate?
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POI-7602-1: Well, after nearly 20 years of lectures and mundane research, I decided it was time to explore a new topic: Why are we here? I turned to the stars for an answer and concluded all of them came from a single point.
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Dr. Cooper: Let me get this straight, you're claiming to have discovered the big bang nearly a century before everyone else? That would be the pride of any scientist's life, and you didn't tell a soul.
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POI-7602-1: I suppose that's for the same reason you're here now. I first wanted to know just how deep the rabbit hole went.
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Dr. Cooper: Studying magic within Native Americans cultures and the creation of the Universe are two very different things.
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POI-7602-1: Really? We're both seeking to stop the unknown from destroying the world. Our choices have even brought us to the exact same room.
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Dr. Cooper: I can't say I've run a doomsday cult for 200 years.
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POI-7602-1: You wound me, Dr. Cooper.
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Dr. Cooper: Anyway, you were talking about your research?
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POI-7602-1: Ah yes, soon enough I discovered some unseen force was pushing the universe apart. I found this force came from a substance of darkness beyond our world. I believe you call it "dark matter." Regardless, it soon became apparent that its presence was growing at an alarming rate. I had to do something about it.
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Dr. Cooper: But why move all the way to Massachusetts?
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POI-7602-1: There were too many eyes in England. I decided a change of locale was necessary. With my new location established, I was soon able to devise a method of containing the darkness by concentrating all of it to a single place.
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Dr. Cooper: The doorway?
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POI-7602-1: The doorway. The rest of it, including the sigils and my longevity, were simply byproducts of my research.
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Dr. Cooper: So, in summation, you were a professor from Oxford who discovered all of modern Astrophysics, on his own, well over a century before the rest of society, and then you proceeded to use it to make yourself immortal and "protect the world"?
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POI-7602-1: When you put it that way, it does sound quite silly doesn't it? Oh but where are my manners! I forgot to ask you how your morning has been.
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Dr. Cooper: I fail to see how this contributes to my report.
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POI-7602-1: Forget about the report for a minute.
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Dr. Cooper: What happened to the whole "we need to hurry or the world is going to end" deal?
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POI-7602-1: Well, it is urgent, but we're looking a couple of weeks here. You can at least spend a few minutes to talk about yourself.
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Dr. Cooper: Fine, not much going on anyway. I pretty much just woke up and drove here.
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POI-7602-1: Really? That's all?
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Dr. Cooper: Other than talk to a couple of supervisors? Nothing.
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POI-7602-1: And I thought guarding a doorway for centuries was mundane. Have you considered taking up any hobbies?
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Dr. Cooper: Don't have the time. It's just reports day in and day out. At least my work's for the right reasons.
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POI-7602-1: You still need to live for yourself. Try picking up an instrument. I found learning the cello was quite the experience.
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Dr. Cooper: Like you're the one to give life advice. You quite literally run a cult.
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POI-7602-1: Which you have brought up several times. Let's move on. What's the next question you wanted to ask?
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Dr. Cooper: Oh right, why should the Foundation enlist your help and not just have you give them instructions remotely?
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POI-7602-1: Do you instruct a heart surgeon over the radio? The regular maintenance of the runes requires the most careful precision. That's not even considering the adjustments required during the ritual itself.
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Dr. Cooper: I can assure you our thaumaturges are quite capable.
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POI-7602-1: No no, you don't understand. The techniques designed are unique to this purpose. I doubt your thaumaturges have encountered anything like it. I need to be there, leading the ritual myself.
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Dr. Cooper: You know full well the answer to that is going to be no.
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POI-7602-1: I would love to teach your thaumaturges the rituals. Lord knows I need the help considering half of my followers are now dead. However, at best, the training will take well over a year, and we have weeks. Were I given my implements and the ability to contain the gate, that would give us plenty of time.
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Dr. Cooper: I see, well that's all the questions I have for now. Thank you for your time.
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POI-7602-1: Take care Dr. Cooper.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Addendum 7602.3: Following the discovery of SCP-7602, Dr. Byrnes of the Department of Thaumatology was authorized to research possible containment methods. After several days, procedure BYRNES-14 was developed from reverse engineering SCP-7602-2. The experiment was allowed to occur on 4/19/2023.
NOTE: Experiment overseen by Dr. Byrnes and performed by MTF B777-28. Procedure BYRNES-14 was developed utilizing components of SCP-7602-2 and recovered materials from cultists.
9:05 AM: MTF B777-28 completes the preparation, and begins invoking procedure BYRNES-14.
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9:14 AM: Sensors detect a notable decrease in ambient lumens.
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9:19 AM: SCP-7602-1 begins receding from the prior threshold.
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9:22 AM: SCP-7602-1 stops receding.
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9:25 AM: MTF B777-28 signals to halt the experiment.
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9:26 AM: Dr. Byrnes approaches MTF B777-28, presumably to identify the problem.
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9:27 AM: SCP-7602-1 undergoes an expansion event, consuming Dr. Byrnes and MTF B777-28.
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9:27 AM: SCP-7602-1 halts progress at another set of SCP-7602-2. Dr. Hannigan ends further experimentation.
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[END LOG]
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Following the failure of BYRNES-14, Dr. Cooper held an emergency interview with POI-7602-1.
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Date of interview: 4/19
+Interviewer: Dr. Cooper
+Interviewee: POI-7602-1
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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POI-7602-1: Back so soon?
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Dr. Cooper: Now's really not the time. SCP-7602 is at risk of breaching containment.
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POI-7602-1: That's impossible! What happened?
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Dr. Cooper: The Thaumatology Department decided they weren't going to wait for my report and took matters into their own hands.
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POI-7602-1: A poetic end I suppose, the world undone by the mundanity of office politics.
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Dr. Cooper: I don't care to play any of your games right now. Just tell us how to fix it.
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POI-7602-1: Well judging by the fact that we're even having this conversation, the third seal is still intact. As for what to do regarding your compatriot's faux pas, I would need to know what they did.
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[Dr. Cooper explains procedure BYRNES-14]
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POI-7602-1: I must say, your thaumaturges certainly are more capable than I thought. However, they failed to take into account our alignment to the void. I tried to warn you from attempting anything on your own.
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Dr. Cooper: Can it be fixed?
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POI-7602-1: Patience, doctor. We are dealing with a matter of life and death here, I must take my time to think. Am I correct in stating today is the 19th?
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Dr. Cooper: Yes.
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[POI-7602-1 goes silent for several minutes]
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POI-7602-1: Well, based on the current cycle, I know the perfect counter-sigil. May I have a pen and paper?
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[Dr. Cooper hands POI-7602-1 a piece of paper]
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[POI-7602-1 begins sketching an instance of SCP-7602-2]
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POI-7602-1: There. Have your thaumaturges draw the sigil in EXACTLY that order.
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Dr. Cooper: Thank you. I'll get this over to them immediately.
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POI-7602-1: Anything for a fellow scholar. Until next time.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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MTF B777-29 was instructed to perform the amended version of BYRNES-14. When applied, the procedure forced SCP-7602-1 back to the previous threshold, although not all the way to SCP-7602.
Date of interview: 4/20
+Interviewer: Dr. Cooper
+Interviewee: POI-7602-1
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Cooper: This is Dr. Alicia Cooper, interviewing POI-7602-1 on 4/20/2023. Begin recording now.
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POI-7602-1: Well? Did it work?
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Dr. Cooper: Thankfully, yes.
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POI-7602-1: That's outstanding news!
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Dr. Cooper: Sure is.
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POI-7602-1: What's wrong? You look out of it.
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Dr. Cooper: It's nothing, let's get on with the interview.
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POI-7602-1: I refuse to answer any questions until you tell me what's going on.
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Dr. Cooper: I already told you, it's nothing.
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POI-7602-1: Well this "nothing" has put quite the frown on your face.
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Dr. Cooper: And you certainly aren't helping.
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POI-7602-1: It can't hurt to talk about it. Go on, spit it out.
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Dr. Cooper: Fine. I guess it's the report.
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POI-7602-1: I thought you were doing a fantastic job interviewing me.
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Dr. Cooper: That's not the problem. You've answered every question I asked, and yet we have no way of proving any of it. Now, the director is pushing me to wrap my investigation up, and I can't give a recommendation.
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POI-7602-1: I see. The stress of completing such a report, especially with such dire consequences, is bogging you down.
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Dr. Cooper: That's one way to put it.
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POI-7602-1: If you would like, I could look over it for you.
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Dr. Cooper: No way. Even IF I got the permission to do that, it would invalidate the whole point.
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POI-7602-1: Well maybe I could help in some other way. I'm assuming you came to ask more questions.
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Dr. Cooper: It's mostly just a list of various concerns from the other departments, but none of this addresses the fundamental question: Why should the Foundation trust you?
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POI-7602-1: That is quite the question. In truth, there is no way I could convince you completely. Everything I've done was executed with the utmost secrecy by nature. The only thing I can offer you are my promises.
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Dr. Cooper: Well then I guess there's nothing else I can do.
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POI-7602-1: I'm sorry that happens to be the case. If it's any comfort, I'm certain whatever final report you submit will be phenomenal.
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Dr. Cooper: I hope so. Oh right, before I go, there's one last question I've been meaning to ask you.
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POI-7602-1: Ask away.
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Dr. Cooper: Why a cult? With all your talk about "academics" and "similarity", it just doesn't make sense why you didn't end up like us.
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POI-7602-1: Oh yes, I do admit it was an odd way of going about things, but the numbers and the persistence needed for the rituals required a certain… zeal. I saw a cult as the optimal way of carrying out such a task.
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Dr. Cooper: I guess that's everything then. Thank you for your time.
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POI-7602-1: Thank you, Dr. Cooper. I'm looking forward to working with you.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Addendum 7602.5: Dr. Cooper's Closing Statement
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Document: Closing remarks on the matter of POI-7602-1
+Author: Dr. Alicia Cooper
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For the past several days I have been tirelessly analyzing the veracity of POI-7602-1's statements. While we've managed to get a hold of records up to his disappearance from Oxford, we can't find out anything about the years that followed. This, combined with the failings of the Department of Thaumatology have forced me to evaluate everything he's said at face value. It is my recommendation that POI-7602-1's demands are met as we work towards a permanent containment method. I hereby swear that this report was made of sound mind, and I submit my findings for summary judgement.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7652 is housed in a residence on Sullivan Island, at the center of Lake Marston, at Site 17. Personnel who are capable of producing viable sperm, or who have within the previous 96 hours had sexual contact with such an individual, are not to approach within 150m of the shores of Sullivan Island.
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SCP-7652 is to be given one live adult male rat (Rattus norvegicus domesticus) of proven fertility1 every three days. This is a starvation diet, at SCP-7652’s own request. If SCP-7652 needs to heal from a serious injury, including but not limited to burns and broken bones, she is to be given one live adult male rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus) of proven fertility.
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SCP-7652 is to be considered as having strong chemical sensitivities; personnel visiting Sullivan Island are not to wear perfumed or scented products, and bedding and clothing for SCP-7652 must not contain synthetic polymers.
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SCP-7652 is permitted to grow her own medical-grade marijuana (Cannabis indica) in containment.
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Description: SCP-7652 is an entity resembling a female human in approximately her late 80s to early 90s, who sustains herself on the “sexual energy” of male mammals. SCP-7652 self-describes as a “succubus”, but specifies that she is “retired”, and has taken orders as a celibate Buddhist nun.
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SCP-7652 does not require food, but obtains nourishment by making skin contact with a fertile male mammal, at which point the male experiences an extended sexual climax which continues until its death 120 to 180 seconds later. SCP-7652 has stated that although humans are her optimal prey species, she can feed on any male mammal, with the amount of nourishment provided being directly proportional to their physical size, to the amount of her skin that makes contact with theirs, and to the duration of that contact. She reports that her cravings for sustenance intensify with the proximity of male mammals, and has an anomalous awareness of all male mammals within a radius of approximately 100m, such that she can not only locate them, but identify their number, species, and approximate age and level of sexual activity; this awareness is lessened by the regular consumption of marijuana, as are her cravings.
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SCP-7652 claims to have been active since at least the mid-18th century; while this is unverifiable, it is supported by her ability to reverse injuries and signs of aging upon consumption of sufficient sexual energy. As well, she experiences anomalously rapid hair growth, but shaves her head daily.
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SCP-7652 claims to have further anomalous abilities linked to her succubus nature, including but not limited to “low-level shapeshifting” and “sort of flight”, which she claims to lack the energy to demonstrate, and “targeted irresistibility” and “pretty much mind control” over any male human within approximately 70m, which she refuses to demonstrate on moral and ethical grounds.
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SCP-7652 spends her time in containment praying and meditating, gardening, painting, and doing historical research so as to more precisely identify the men she killed prior to her "retirement", which she states is a necessary component of her penance.
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Interview log 7652-3
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SCP-7652: Sometimes I get sick of being so old, you know? My joints ache, and my bones are weak, and I think about being young again. It’d be so easy. All I’d have to do would be grab a few men and drain them dry. But… <sighs>
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Dr. Langstrom: But…?
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SCP-7652: But demons go to hell.
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Dr. Langstrom: Do Buddhists believe in hell?
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SCP-7652: I’m not sure you noticed, but I’m not a very good Buddhist. <laughs> But even if there isn’t really a hell, and even if I’m not really a demon… it’d be killing people. Do you know how many men I’ve killed?
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Dr. Langstrom: Honestly, no.
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SCP-7652:Neither do I. I’ve thought about it, and I can remember at least sixty distinct incidents, over the centuries. But I know there were more. A lot more. I just… didn’t keep track, it didn’t seem important. But I’ve … I’ve read about what happened to their families, afterward. It’s not worth it.
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Dr. Langstrom: How old are you?
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SCP-7652: Don’t know that either. I’m pretty sure I was in Paris during the Reign of Terror, at least. Maybe 80% sure. But I already knew what I was at that point. You’ve read Loftus on false memories?
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Dr. Langstrom: I have, yes.
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SCP-7652: I know I was in France, I know I saw Napoleon. I know I’m not from France. I remember crossing the border from… was it Switzerland? There was this gorgeous young customs officer – oh. Fuck. <buries face in hands> Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
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Dr. Langstrom: What? What is it? Are you okay?
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SCP-7652: Sixty-one distinct incidents.
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Interview log 7652-4
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Dr. Langstrom: So what led you to, well… quit?
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SCP-7652: I was at a rock festival. This was… oh shit, let’s see, it wasn’t Woodstock, it definitely wasn’t Altamont… don’t think it was Lollapalooza… maybe Burning Man? You’d think I’d remember that better. It was a place with a lot of people getting high, I can tell you that. Which I guess doesn’t narrow things down all that much <laughs>. Anyway, I’d gone there to… well, to hunt. To… I’d gone there with the intention of picking a random man out of the crowd, and dragging him off into a secluded spot and killing him. Ending his life. Committing murder.
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Dr. Langstrom: Do you need a moment?
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SCP-7652: No. Thank you, no, I’m okay. Anyway, one thing I’d learned about rock festivals was that all the pot really cut down on my cravings, and I was starting to actually watch people as people, not just as prey. Plus… okay, to be honest, it wasn’t just the pot, I was trying basically everything. Ketamine, shrooms, acid, ecstasy… the ecstasy really, really helped. I… don’t suppose the Foundation could get me some?
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Dr. Langstrom: I don’t think so, no.
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SCP-7652: <laughs> Worth asking. Anyway, that’s when I met [REDACTED]. And I tried to turn on the charm and… it didn’t work. I mean, he went with me, but he just wanted to talk. And he wasn’t gay – I’ve met gay men, they’re absolutely not immune to me. But [REDACTED], he just… I dunno. We talked about the universe and about souls and the nature of evil and the shitty, shitty music that was playing, all night long. And I kept expecting that he’d reach for me and then I’d be on him and drain him – and kill him – and that’d be it… but he didn’t. We just talked, and in the morning he said he’d had a wonderful time and maybe we’d see each other again.
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And after the festival, I… okay, after the festival I was starving so I… killed a truck driver. But after that, I tracked [REDACTED] down and surprised him at his house. And we talked more, and we smoked a lot of pot and did a lot of ecstasy, and eventually I told him what I really was, and he… he forgave me. It was his idea that maybe I could live off animals instead of killing people. I felt so stupid when he pointed that out. He was my friend. He made me want to be… better. I moved in with him, and I learned to be a… well, to be a person, I guess. A person who cared about other people, instead of a predator who just imitated their behavior. And after he died, I thought about going back to the hunt, which is a terrible euphemism for ‘I thought about murdering people again’, and I didn’t want to do that. I thought about killing myself, but I knew that would’ve made [REDACTED] sad. He’d had some friends who were Buddhists, so I got them to put me in touch with a temple, help me keep away from the general public.
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Dr. Langstrom: Did you ever find out why he was immune to you?
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The wing where SCP-7674 is located has been shut down under the guise of a criminal investigation. The location of SCP-7674 is to be purged from provincial memory, hidden from observable perception from people with a CRV below Foundation Staff range1. Further rumours about SCP-7674 are to be dismissed under the guise of a school haunting.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7674 is a classroom within Calintaan Comprehensive Science High School, containing various objects labelled SCP-7674-A to -J. The objects are placed around the classroom on wooden tables, resembling a museum. On the ceiling, various seemingly new balloons and streamers are hung about, with a greater concentration of them around the SCP-7674 instances. Desks and chairs are seen haphazardly scattered around the perimeter of the classroom. In front of the SCP-7674 instances is a window that displays the courtyard, which contains a basketball court and a statue of an unidentified person. The sky is always at sunrise.
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Attempts to move the SCP-7674 instances out of the classroom leads to the objects reappearing back at their positions. On each SCP-7674 instance table, there is an unperceivable name tag taped on the side. Cryptographic comparison reveals it to be the same name. Going within the presence of an SCP-7674 instance leads to the affected subject to be transported in a 1 meter sphere that displays a scene. The subject can observe the scene, but cannot interact with it. Stepping beyond the borders of the sphere leads the user to return to the space.
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Throughout pseudo-random intervals, rooster crows are heard inside SCP-7674. Cicada chirps are also played at a low decibel level within SCP-7674. The scent of grilled meat is present within SCP-7674, including but not limited to isaw, barbeque, and chicharon. Occasionally, a spilled cup of black gulaman is present at one of the desks near the wall.
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Technology created after 2013 stops functioning within SCP-7674. Temporal analysis reveals all objects to have been created during 2010.
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ADDENDUM — LIST OF SCP-7674 OBJECTS
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SCP-7674-A
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Apple Earbuds attached to a unidentifiable MP3 player
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The subject is transported to a plain communal bedroom. The bed is stained with tears. Another instance of SCP-7674-A is present on the bed. Browsing the player reveals songs from various artists — however the songs are attributed to the same artist. Of note is that most of the song titles are after 2013. A body is lying on the bed, sleeping.
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Despite the presence of a 3.5mm headphone jack, the earbuds are not detacheable from the player.
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SCP-7674-B
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A 2mg estradiol valerate pill package. The dosage can last for 6 months
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The subject is transported to another bedroom different from SCP-7674-A. A COVID testing kit is placed on the desk besides the bed. On the computer to the left of the bed, a booking for Planned Parenthood is displayed. Besides the synthesizer keyboard is a video stream of a man. On the bed is a copy of SCP-7674-E. Temporal analysis reveals that this SCP-7674-E was created during 2020.
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DNA analysis reveals the bedroom to have hosted the presence of the body in SCP-7674-A, heretofore referred to as SCP-7674-AH.
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SCP-7674-C
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A poster of Taylor Swift's Reputation
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The subject is transported into a ballroom. Multiple figures are dancing on the floor, among which is SCP-7674-AH. Various 2000s pop songs are playing in the background. At the center of the ballroom are two humanoids dancing. If the subject waits for 3 minutes and 12 seconds, the figures in the middle stop dancing, and one kneels to open up an engagement ring.
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DNA analysis reveals that the person being offered the engagement ring is SCP-7674-AH.
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SCP-7674-D
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A Glock 19
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The subject is transported in another bedroom, different from -A. The floor is heavily blurred from the subject's vision. There are splatters of blood on the wall. The calendar beside the blood splatters show the date to be 2016. The clock on the wall shows the time to be 2300.
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Stepping on the floor in SCP-7674-D produces wet sounds. Memetic decryption and DNA analysis reveal the body to belong to SCP-7674-AH.
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SCP-7674-E
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A BLÅHAJ from IKEA
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The subject is transported to another bedroom different from SCP-7674-A. There is a calendar that displays the year to be 2019. Vodka and beer bottles litter the bed, while red Solo cups are placed on top of the table. The bed has two figures, both humanoid, lying on top of it. On the desk in front of the bed, a Netflix movie is running. It is currently paused. One of the figures is currently embracing the other. The air conditioner is set at around 19 degrees Celsius, and the various fast food on the floor is getting cold. The figure will occasionally twist a bit, rubbing its head on the space in front of it.
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Attempts to clean the BLÅHAJ result in the same stains appearing. BAC analysis reveals its levels to be 1.5 BACs. DNA analysis reveals it to be SCP-7674-AH
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SCP-7674-F
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An M1A1 Abrams Tank scale model.
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The subject is transported into a speakeasy. Checking the calendar on the left side of the entrance shows that the current participants are in "board gaem [sic] night", while checking the information about the speakeasy reveals that the building is a 24/7 establishment, not unlike the internet cafes in Korea. Warm LEDs are located on the ceiling. One of the orange LEDs is flickering. Below it are four people playing a game of Settlers of Catan. House alcohol litters the table — three figures are flushed red. The fourth figure is passed out on the floor. All of them are smiling. Around the four people, there are various blankets and pillows around and on them. Periodically, one person will go up, place a blanket on the passed out person, and sit back down, only for the blanket to fall off after a short while. Checking the clock right behind them will reveal the time to be around 0300.
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DNA analysis revealed the passed out person to be SCP-7674-AH.
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SCP-7674-G
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An IV bag.
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The subject is transported in a clinic. The LGBTQ+ pride flag is placed in front of the medical bed. On the back wall is a picture of two women, smiling and holding hands with each other. The monitor on the right shows a flatline, with a droning noise in the background. The window is in a perpetual sunset. The desk on the left of the bed has a bouquet of lavenders, along with a tablet that displays the weather broadcast and moon phase. According to the tablet, it is going to be a light drizzle, with a full moon. On the bouquet is a card written in an unidentifiable dialect of English. The monitor is hooked up to a body lying on the bed. Beside it is a wheelchair, with deformation analysis revealing that there is someone currently sitting on it. This unknown person is holding hands with the body, based on the way the body's hands are held. Periodic tears will drop on the hands of the body. At random intervals, knocks will be heard in the room.
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Checking the desk drawer besides the bed reveals a watch revealing the date to be 2102. DNA analysis of the body reveals it to be SCP-7674-AH.
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SCP-7674-H
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A 200mg/ml testosterone cypionate vial. The dosage can last for 6 months
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The subject is transported to another bedroom different from SCP-7674-A and -B. A testing kit for an unidentified disease is placed on the desk beside the bed. On the computer to the left of the bed, a booking for a clinic is displayed. The sky outside the window is purple. Besides the synthesizer keyboard is a video stream of a woman.
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The date on the computer is displayed in an unidentifiable ISO format. DNA analysis of the various tissues around SCP-7674-H reveal the presence of SCP-7674-AH, but with major genes unexpressed.
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SCP-7674-I
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A green San Miguel Pale Pilsen and brown Tsingtao bottle.
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Contrary to other SCP-7674 instances, the user must first take a sip of both drinks before being transported. The user is then transported in front of the Manila Cathedral. White flowers are placed on the sides of the entrance along with a red carpet on the aisle, leading the subject to be in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary. LGBTQ+ flags are placed along the church pews, with various people, both old and young, wearing suits and dresses. Most of them have tears in their eyes, most of them are laughing, hooting, and hollering. At the end of the aisle, in front of the Virgin Mary, two people are kissing each other, one noticeably smaller than the other. The person being kissed has a transgender pride flag. Sounds of laughter and applause are periodically heard in the cathedral among background music. Of note is that the music is identical to the music found in SCP-7674-A. Checking the brochure in the front pocket of the subject being controlled reveals the program to be led by a "Sinedoke LLC ''.
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DNA analysis of the person being kissed reveals it to be SCP-7674-AH.
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SCP-7674-J
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A brown San Miguel Pale Pilsen and green Tsingtao bottle
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Contrary to other SCP-7674 instances, the user must first take a sip of both drinks before being transported. In addition, the view is in a first-person perspective, and the subject can move the body around the scene. The subject is in a concert hall, with unidentifiable dubstep playing. The hall is currently dark, with various disco lights blaring on and around the subject — when they first enter the scene, they will find themselves holding a rum and coke. Besides them is a Filipino person, while behind them are various people of various ethnicities, but majority are Filipino and Chinese. On the farthest right of the ballroom is a small bar that currently has a crowd gathered around two people, while on the lower-right of the ballroom are various people vaping or smoking marijuana. The band in the front resembles December Avenue, however their faces are distorted. Checking the front pocket of the body reveals a brochure of the concert, with all songs attributed to band called "Sinedoke". The current song being played is "Ang Huling El Bimbo", misattributed to Sinedoke. Checking the pockets of each person in the concert reveals various pride flags.
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DNA analysis of the body reveal to be SCP-7674-AH.
Special Containment Procedures: The original document containing SCP-7891 is to be kept in a standard containment locker in Site-76. A copy is kept on Foundation databases and can be accessed in this document.
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Personnel reading SCP-7891 for the first time must do so only under the supervision of at least two researchers experienced with SCP-7891. If they display signs of SCP-7891’s anomalous effect, they are to be given Class B amnestics and reassigned.
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Foundation agents are to monitor any new archaeological discoveries relating to One Thousand and One Nights for additional copies of SCP-7891 or information related to it. All versions of One Thousand and One Nights currently available to the public are considered non-anomalous and may remain in circulation.
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Description: SCP-7891 is a section of the oldest known version of One Thousand and One Nights.1 Originally written in Persia in the tenth century CE, One Thousand and One Nights was translated to Arabic shortly after its completion and quickly became one of the most iconic stories of the region, with various authors adding, changing, or removing stories over the centuries. However, no other version of the work has been found to host SCP-7891
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SCP-7891 breaks with the normal format of One Thousand and One Nights, instead resembling a modern day SCP article, complete with illustrations resembling Foundation graphics, despite predating the Foundation by several centuries. However, it should be noted that SCP-7891 is a work of fiction and the anomalies it describes do not exist in reality. Additionally, many of the details it presents regarding the Foundation do not match with reality.
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SCP-7891 has a mild cognitohazardous effect on approximately ninety percent of readers. Readers experiencing this effect usually display disorientation, confusion, and false memories. These effects are easily treated with amnestics. The effects of SCP-7891 are most severe in those displaying the following traits:
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-Dissociation
+-Repeated use of amnestics
+-ADHD
+-Chronic daydreaming
+-A belief that the world is a computer simulation
+-A tendency to relate real world events to fictional works
+-Dreams of waking up
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Schizophrenia appears to have an inoculating effect against SCP-7891. Therefore, any personnel with schizophrenia are encouraged to request assignment to SCP-7891’s containment team even if they lack experience in the relevant fields.
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Selected testing log: Testing has primarily been performed on personnel under consideration for SCP-7891’s containment team. The process involves observing staff as they read SCP-7891 followed by asking them a series of questions relating to Foundation operations, politics, popular culture, and their own personal lives.
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Subject misremembered several details about his family, including his wife’s name and how many children he has.
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Subject displayed mild disorientation, believing it was early morning when it was currently late afternoon.
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Subject became confused and repeatedly asked when the test would end, even during the post-test questioning.
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Test was aborted when, partway through reading, the subject began to read aloud, ignoring repeated instructions not to.
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Subject became anxious part way through test, asking why she was being asked to read a known cognitohazard instead of something called a “D-Class.” On questioning, subject displayed a belief that the Foundation coerces members of prison populations into service as “disposable class personnel.”2
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COGNITOHAZARD WARNING
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The following section of this document contains the full text of SCP-7891 translated from Persian along with recreations of the original illustrations. As such, it is an unfiltered cognitohazard.
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Do not read further without the approval of the HCML supervisor and the supervision of at least two members of the SCP-7891 containment team unless your immunity to SCP-7891 has already been determined.
Dunyazad now told Shahrazad: “I want you to tell me a story of the scholars who collected impossible things.” “I would be pleased to do so,” Shahrazad replied, “if the king gives me his leave.” “Tell your story at once,” Shahriyar said, and Shahrazad began:
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I have heard, o fortunate king, that the scholars, who called themselves the Foundation, found an object which posed them many problems: It could not be moved from its location and so the Foundation built Provisional Site-7891 to guard it. They had to divert all means of travel so that none would discover it. If any traveler wandered too close, they would be given drugs to make them forget whatever they had seen, then set back on a more favorable trail.
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The Foundation was forced to share custody with a rival named the Organization for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts. According to their agreement, the Foundation could not remove anything from SCP-7891, and they had to share all of their studies with the Organization. However, they were free to explore SCP-7891 freely and catalog what they found.
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I can see, o righteous king, that you wish to know what this object was: SCP-7891 was a palace located in the Hijaz Mountains.3 It had been built several hundred years before the Foundation occupied it, and it was built of materials and in a style befitting that time.
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The palace consisted of a large hall, full of all manner of furniture one would need for a comfortable stay, and two lengthy hallways leading to forty rooms, each locked.4 Upon entry, visitors would be greeted by forty young women known as SCP-7891-1. SCP-7891-1 were friendly and would beg all visitors to sit and relax and would produce food for them.
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SCP-7891-1 had a key which they would freely lend to the Foundation, but which the Foundation could not remove from SCP-7891 due to their agreement with the Organization. This key unlocked the many rooms of the palace and SCP-7891-1 explained that these rooms contained many of the very types of impossible things the Foundation strove to collect. They advised the scholars of the Foundation that they might enter thirty-nine of the forty rooms with only a small risk of injury or death, but that the fortieth room must never be opened.
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I have heard, o king, that the Foundation did not wish to risk the lives of their soldiers by ordering them to explore the palace: So they instead instructed a slave named D-77513 to enter each of the rooms and discover what was inside. They attached to D-77513 an eye of glass so that they might see what he saw and affixed to the halls more eyes so they might see what he did not.
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<D-77513 put the key the keyhole of the first door, but did not open it.>
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D-77513: When I complete this task, I ask that I might be allowed to spend more time in the company of those girls.
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Command: They are not human. They might cause you harm or drive you to madness.
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D-77513: For women so lovely, I would happily take the risk, for as the poet said—
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Command: Please do not waste time and open the door.
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D-77513: To hear is to obey.
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<D-77513 opened the door and inside were two men, a horse, a small boat, and a bow, all made of brass, and three arrows made of lead.>
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D-77513: Why, there is nothing here but old garbage.
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<The men of brass began to move, looking at D-77513.>
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D-77513: I think I should close this door now.
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Command: Offer them a greeting.
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D-77513: Do you wish to kill me?
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<The men of brass did not answer, for they were not capable of speech. Instead they began to approach D-77513.>
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Command: You may close the door now.
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D-77513: Happily.
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<And he closed the door. Behind the second door he discovered a great rukh.>
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D-77513: Do you wish to kill me?
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<The rukh did not answer because it, too, was not capable of speech. D-77513 closed the door. Behind the third door he discovered a great mountain, much larger than even the room that contained it. The key began to fly from the door toward the mountain, but D-77513 caught it. Still, the key fought in his grip, for the mountain was magnetic, and drew all iron towards it.>
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Command: Close the door at once! Or we will find the key difficult to retrieve!
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<With much struggle, D-77513 closed the door. Behind the fourth door he discovered a garden filled with all manner of trees, each full of ripe fruits.>
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D-77513: What a beautiful place! I think I might rest here for a time and enjoy some of this fruit.
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Command: Do not step inside, for the fruit might be poisonous. We will study it at a later time.
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<Behind the fifth door, D-77513 discovered a hall full of wooden cages and nothing else.>
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D-77513: I beg you, allow me to close this door! The sound of these birds is unbearable and I fear I might be deafened!
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Command: Of what birds do you speak? Our eye sees no birds and we hear no song.
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D-77513: How can you not see them? They are everywhere! In all of the cages!
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<Command bid D-77513 to close the door and he did so. Behind the sixth door he discovered a black horse with great wings.>
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D-77513: What a beautiful creature!
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Command: You may close the door and continue.
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D-77513: But I used to work with horses. Perhaps I can help you learn more about this thing.
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Command: There is no need. At this time, we only wish to get an idea of what is behind each door, so that we might assign the proper scholars to study each object.
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<But D-77513 did not follow Command’s instruction, and entered the room, speaking to the horse in a soothing voice. In response, the horse whipped D-77513 in the eye with its tail which, it was discovered, was covered in sharp barbs. D-77513 fled the room and locked the door.>
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D-77513: I am injured! You must allow me to return so that I may see a doctor!
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Command: Continue to the next room.
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D-77513: But I fear I might lose my eye!
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Command: Continue to the next room.
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<D-77513 continued through the various rooms, discovering all manner of wonders and horrors. One might fill an entire book with the things he saw, but eventually he came to the thirty-ninth room. Inside this room he found no monster or horror. Instead, he found a tool which is strange to you or I, but familiar to him. It was like a book with a single page, whose words could change and reshape to tell many stories, and it was far too new to exist in this palace.>
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D-77513: Why, that’s the sign of the Foundation!
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Command: We see it, as well. Tell us, D-77513, what story does this device tell?
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D-77513: I cannot answer, for I must say a word to make the device show me and I do not know which word I need.
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Command: Then return the key to SCP-7891-1 and leave the palace.
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D-77513: Do you not wish me to open the final door?
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Command: No. You have completed your task.
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<For the Foundation had not yet decided whether to heed the warning of SCP-7891-1.>
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I have heard, too, o king, that the Foundation did discover what story the device held: For it only contained one story, told in the manner of their own records. This is what it said:
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its position in the Foundation, SCP-7891 is considered self-containing.
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Description: SCP-7891 is O5-5. It has the appearance of a woman in her early 20s.5
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SCP-7891’s primary anomalous trait is an ability to render physical objects into fictional constructs and vice versa. Additionally, it is immortal.
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Originally born in the Islamic Empire during the tenth century CE, SCP-7891 has primarily utilized its trait to contain anomalous objects prior to the formation of the Foundation. It was one of the original founders of the Foundation, and has been on the O5 council since its inception.
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Addendum 7891-1: On 4/2/2023, SCP-7891 requested an interview to be conducted as part of its SCP file.
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Interviewed: SCP-7891
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Interviewer: Dr. Antoine Burton
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<Begin interview>
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Dr. Burton: So, uh, I’m not exactly sure how you want to begin, ma’am.
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SCP-7891: SCP-7891.
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Dr. Burton: Pardon?
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SCP-7891: Foundation protocol is to address all anomalies by their SCP number.
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Dr. Burton: But that’s—you’re not like…
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SCP-7891: I may be a member of the O5 council, but when it comes to this file, I’m to be treated as any other anomaly. That means I am SCP-7891. It/its.
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Dr. Burton: If that’s what you want, Ma—I mean, SCP-7891. Sorry. I’m a little nervous.
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SCP-7891: There’s no need to worry. You’re not going to get into any trouble. After all, you’re the one doing me a favor here.
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Dr. Burton: I know. I mean, I have to admit that when I was first given access to your file I thought I was about to learn some terrible secret I was better off not knowing. But looking at it now, it’s so…
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SCP-7891: Ordinary?
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Dr. Burton: Short. It doesn’t even really explain how your anomalous trait works.
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SCP-7891: I’m happy to explain. Are you familiar with pataphysics?
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Dr. Burton: A little. I mean, I have a passing knowledge. Should someone from the Department of Pataphysics conduct this interview?
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SCP-7891: You’re fine. Just give me an idea of how knowledgeable you are.
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<Dr. Burton pauses for a moment.>
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Dr. Burton: It’s sort of like universes stacked up on top of each other. When someone in a universe higher on the stack imagines something, it becomes real in the universe below it.
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SCP-7891: A rudimentary description, and not the most accurate, but it will serve our purpose. Is it possible for a universe lower on the stack to change something in a universe higher up?
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Dr. Burton: Well, no. That’s sort of the whole point. For universes higher in the stack every universe below it is just imaginary. It doesn’t exist, even if you can travel to parallel universes.
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SCP-7891: But a story can change you, can it not?
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Dr. Burton: Technically, yes. Hell, the whole reason I started studying science was because I thought Spock was cool. But that’s not the same as physically manifesting an anomaly.
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SCP-7891: That is, more or less, where the current science stands. But what if Shahrazad imagines Shahrazad?6 Could she manifest an entity contained by Shahrazad who is, herself, fictional?
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Dr. Burton: This is way outside of my area of expertise, but maybe? I mean, it depends on how your ability works. Although, I guess if I’m conducting the first interview of an anomaly that’s something I should ask, huh? Tell me about your anomalous trait.
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SCP-7891: Now you’re starting to understand what we’re doing here. When I tell a story, or even when I hear one, I can convert the subject of the story into fiction. Make it so that it was never real.
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Dr. Burton: But if I understand this right, that means that you can safely contain any anomaly. Even Keter-class anomalies wouldn’t be a challenge. Just a few words and the lizard isn’t a threat to anyone anymore.
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SCP-7891: Everyone wants me to contain the lizard, but it’s not so simple. Some anomalies can’t be contained with this method. Imagine if I tried to contain the Daevite Empire.
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Dr. Burton: It could work. Or, I guess, maybe it would hand them the entirety of history on a silver platter? I’m not really sure how they would interact with your trait.
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SCP-7891: You’re starting to see the problem. Besides, I’m full. It turns out, I can only contain so many entities and I hit my limit centuries ago.
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Dr. Burton: Oh. That’s probably why you became part of the Foundation.
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SCP-7891: Exactly. In the early days we were a containment team of three. Myself, my sister, and my husband. One to tell the stories, one to listen, and one to record. That’s how it works, after all. I can’t just whisper a story into the wind. Someone needs to hear it and someone needs to record it. And because we were clever, we turned our containment method itself into a story. A woman staving off her execution by entertaining the king with stories.
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Dr. Burton: And that lets you connect to other… pataphysical… layers? Or whatever the term is?
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SCP-7891: Close enough. We grew, in time. Ibn al-Muqaffa’, Muhsin Mahdi, Dīyūnisūs Shāwīsh, Hanna Diyab, and countless others helped me contain anomalies until I learned I could hold no more. Thankfully, at that point, several normalcy-preserving groups were beginning to form. So my work continued in a new form.
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Dr. Burton: Huh. Fascinating.
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SCP-7891: You should ask why I requested this interview.
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Dr. Burton: Ah, right. Why did you request this interview?
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SCP-7891: Because I am going to tell you a story.
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Dr. Burton: But you said you couldn’t contain any more anomalies.
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SCP-7891: I can’t. But one of the anomalies I contain is pounding on the walls of its unit, demanding to be let out. If I don’t transfer it to a different unit, it might breach.
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Dr. Burton: That’s not good. What do we need to do?
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SCP-7891: Just listen. Remember what I said earlier? About Shahrazad telling a story of Shahrazad? Well, what if SCP-7891 tells a story of SCP-7891?
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Dr. Burton: You can transfer it to a different story. A different containment unit in a different universe.
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SCP-7891: Exactly. So, you’re here to listen and the cameras are here to record. Are you ready?
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Dr. Burton: Please, proceed.
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SCP-7891: Very well. This is the story of SCP-7891. An uncontained anomaly with a disruption class of Amida and a risk class of Critical.
SCP-7891: Special Containment Procedures: Since a method of containing SCP-7891 has not yet been determined, containment efforts are currently focused on maintaining the veil and minimizing casualties.
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Dr. Burton: Wait, you’re narrating conprocs? Like an SCP file?
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SCP-7891: Yes. Were you expecting something more Arabian Nights?
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Dr. Burton: Maybe. Or just a normal story. I’m not complaining, mind, it just seems like an odd choice.
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SCP-7891: It’s necessary for the method I’m utilizing. To synchronize several layers of stories, the stories in question must resemble each other in form. This interview is going into my own file, after all. Therefore it becomes an SCP file in an SCP file. This is also why we share designations.
+
Dr. Burton: I guess that makes sense. Sorry for the interruption. Please, carry on.
+
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SCP-7891: A cover story of a volcanic eruption causing unpredictable severe weather is being disseminated to explain the change in weather patterns caused by SCP-7891. A perimeter has been set up around Site-01 to prevent anyone from entering or leaving.
+
All sites are on lockdown. Communication must be performed either in-person or via text to prevent interference from SCP-7891. Any personnel suspected of being under SCP-7891’s influence are to be detained, interrogated and amnesticized.
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All research is being discontinued and every department is instructed to investigate the nature of SCP-7891 and methods of containing it.
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Dr. Burton: So something’s taken over Site-01 and no one knows what it is?
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SCP-7891: They have some idea.
+
+
Description: SCP-7891 is Jeffrey Barmaki, formerly the secretary of O5-1. It is unknown when SCP-7891 was hired, but there are records mentioning it dating back to 1902. It has served as O5-1’s secretary for the entire time, with its apparent longevity going unnoticed, possibly due to a mild memetic effect. A journal remaining from the early days of the American Secure Containment Initiative, one of the Foundation’s predecessors, makes reference to an “unassuming Arab man who always seems to have an answer,” who may be SCP-7891.
+
Until recent events, SCP-7891 has been an exemplary employee, receiving numerous accolades. O5-1 has credited its advice with ending several crises and successfully containing numerous anomalies, and even described it as “the unofficial O5-14.”
+
On 11/1/1994, SCP-7891 suddenly developed a number of anomalous traits. Based on recovered footage, it manifested in the O5 Council chamber, somehow bypassing thaumaturgic wards, and utilized an unknown thaumaturgic technique to transform the council members into sand. MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”) mobilized to confront the attacker, but were transformed into dogs as they reached the chamber. After this, the Site-01 security network failed and additional events were not captured.
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Utilizing O5-1’s credentials, SCP-7891 contacted each site director and department head via video and employed a cognitohazardous ability to force each to initiate containment breaches, fires, and other emergency situations. It is believed that approximately ninety percent of site directors and department heads were compromised, most of which were able to escape in the ensuing chaos. Surveillance of Site-01 has caught some footage of the compromised personnel.
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SCP-7891 then began altering weather patterns. In the hours after the deaths of the O5 Council, an anomalous storm began at Site-01 and dark clouds now cover the sky in a radius of three hundred miles and growing.
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Dr. Burton: So he’s just holed up there? What does he want?
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SCP-7891: As a matter of fact, someone decided to ask him just that. I think it’s time for an interview log.
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Addendum 7891-1: On 11/3/1994, Dr. Ursula Payne contacted Site-01 using a series of cognitohazard filters in order to conduct an interview with SCP-7891. Whichever .aic is transcribing this conversation may want to add a block quote here.
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Interviewed: SCP-7891
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Interviewer: Dr. Ursula Payne
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Begin interview.
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The footage shows SCP-7891 dressed in a black robe and sitting in the O5 Council chamber. It looks noticeably older and has grown a beard.
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Dr. Payne: Jeffrey? Do you remember me? Ursula with the Department of History? We’ve met a few times.
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SCP-7891: I remember.
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Dr. Payne: What are you doing? Why did you kill the O5s?
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SCP-7891: I am seizing control. I will be the new O5.
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Dr. Payne: Then why haven’t you sent out further communications? We’ve been waiting to receive your demands.
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SCP-7891: I have issued instructions to the Foundation leadership. Your job is to obey their orders.
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Dr. Payne: You took control of their minds!
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SCP-7891: I will do as I please. I control the Foundation.
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Dr. Payne: Then what’s your goal? Are you not happy with the way the Foundation is run? Do you want to lift the veil? Decommission more anomalies?
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SCP-7891: My goal is to replace O5.
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Dr. Payne: Then let’s begin negotiating. O5’s dead. There’s nothing we can do about that. If we agree you’re in charge what will change? Will you release the leadership from your control? Will you allow us to continue our work?
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SCP-7891: There will be no negotiating. I will accept nothing less than complete surrender.
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Dr. Payne: But it might be easier to achieve that if you at least tell us what you’re going to do. We don’t even know what you want.
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SCP-7891: What I want? WHAT I WANT? JE VEUX ÊTRE O5 À LA PLACE DU O5!7
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SCP-7891 cuts off communication, ending the interview.
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Dr. Burton: Not very reasonable, is he?
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SCP-7891: He’s very confused right now. But let’s accelerate things a little. From here there are lots of conversations between lots of scientists and we could go through them all, but the important thing is the conclusion they come to.
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Addendum 7891-2: On 11/4/1994 the acting head of the Department of History, Dr. Ursula Payne, and the head of the Department of Literature, Dr. Antoine Burton, released a document outlining the theory that SCP-7891 is Ja’far ibn Yahya, the vizier of 8th century caliph of the Islamic Empire, Harun al-Rashid.
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Dr. Burton: Wait, I’m head of the Department of Literature?
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SCP-7891: Why not? You’re even one of the few department heads who avoided falling under the anomaly’s control. There’s no harm in being a little self-indulgent in a story.
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Dr. Burton: But I was just a kid in the ‘90s.
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SCP-7891: Well, in this story you were born a little earlier. Anyway, their proposed timeline of events is included below:
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C. 767: Ja’far ibn Yahya is born.
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786: Harun al-Rashid becomes caliph. He appoints Ja’far’s father, Yahya, as vizier. Later, as Yahya ages, Ja’far is given the role.
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C. 803: Ja’far is executed on Harun’s order. The reason for this is unknown.
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C. 900-1000: The first version of One Thousand and One Nights is written in Persia. It would spread to Arabia, with many authors adding or changing stories. Harun and Ja’far appear as characters in many of these stories.
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1701: The first French translation of One Thousand and One Nights. Among the tales added to this version is “The Story of Aladdin, or the Wonderful Lamp,” which features a nameless vizier as its central antagonist. This story would grow to become one of the most iconic tales in One Thousand and One Nights, with various translations and adaptations appearing throughout the world.
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C.1790: The earliest possible reference to Jeffrey Barmaki in American Secure Containment Initiative records.
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1902: The earliest confirmed reference to Jeffrey Barmaki in Foundation records.
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1940: The film The Thief of Baghdad is released. It features a villainous vizier named Jaffar.
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1952: The film The Golden Blade is released. It features a hero named Harun al-Rashid and a villainous vizier named Jafar.
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1992: The Disney film Aladdin is released. It features a villainous vizier named Jafar.8
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11/1/1994: Jeffrey Barmaki suddenly displays a number of anomalous traits, murders the O5 Council, and attempts to seize control of the Foundation.
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Dr. Burton: It kind of seems like they’re jumping to conclusions.
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SCP-7891: That’s exactly what they said at the inter-department meeting.
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Dr. Burton: Inter-department meeting?
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SCP-7891: Addendum 7891-3: On 11/5/1994, a meeting was held between several department representatives at Site-redacted.
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Dr. Burton: Site-redacted?
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SCP-7891: Yes. This facility is located physically near Site-01, a fact which becomes relevant. So its number is redacted.
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The parties present at this meeting are:
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Ursula Payne, acting head of the Department of History
+Antoine Burton, head of the Department of Literature
+Hannah Chavis, acting head of the Department of Thaumatology
+and John Lyons, acting head of the Department of Tactical Theology
+
Foreword: Dr. Ursula Payne requested a meeting with the above personnel to discuss her theories regarding SCP-7891.
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Begin excerpt.
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Dr. Lyons: What’s this document supposed to prove? Half of this is just the release years of movies.
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Dr. Chavis: I imagine they’re trying to claim that SCP-7891 is an anomaly influenced by fictional depictions of itself. What I want to know is where they got the idea that it’s this Ja’far person.
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Dr. Payne: Yes, well, I had my suspicions from the moment SCP-7891 was identified as Jeffrey Barmaki. Naturally, I never thought twice about the name before, but looking at it now I became fixated on the name Barmaki. That was the family name of Ja’far ibn Yahya. To confirm my suspicions, I decided to contact it.
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Dr. Lyons: That was a profoundly foolish thing to do, by the way. A directed, personalized cognitohazardous attack like the ones SCP-7891 uses can easily tear through automated defenses.
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Dr. Chavis: Have you managed to learn something about the cognitohazard attack?
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Dr. Lyons: We were able to recover some of the video footage and had it analyzed by an .aic. It manifested a staff which glowed while it instructed its victims. Both its voice and the light were detected as sources.
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Dr. Payne: But that’s just more evidence! Listen, you all saw the footage of my interview, right? That French phrase he shouted at the end? That was when I knew I had to consult with Dr. Burton.
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Dr. Burton: It’s paraphrased from a French comic book called Iznogoud.
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Dr. Burton: Oh, I like the voice you’re doing for me.
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SCP-7891: Thank you.
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Dr. Burton: I was already forming my own hypothesis when Dr. Payne contacted me with what she’d learned. I think what we’re dealing with is a manifestation of the fictional depictions of Ja’far ibn Yahya. In One Thousand and One Nights, Ja’far was usually depicted as a loyal advisor and competent administrator, so that’s what SCP-7891 was. But the popularity of the story of Aladdin led to viziers increasingly being depicted as villains. And when people needed a name for their evil vizier they looked at One Thousand and One Nights and grabbed the first vizier name they found.
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Dr. Chavis: That seems like a tenuous connection. I mean, this Ja’far isn’t the only significant Ja’far in history. I doubt he’s even the only historical vizier with that name.
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Dr. Burton: Maybe not, and I think that’s why he didn’t go berserk until now. The connections were there, but they weren’t strong enough. All of this narrative energy built up around the concept of the evil vizier, just barely touching Jeff but not quite effecting him. When Disney’s Aladdin came out this energy became too big to control. Once the floodgates burst, all of that energy flowed into Jeff.
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Dr. Chavis: But Aladdin came out two years ago. Why are these “floodgates” only bursting now?
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Dr. Burton: My hypothesis is that it’s due to a novel. In a series that has just enough of a following to make a dent in the collective unconscious. It’s called Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett. It has multiple passages describing how viziers are always treacherous and power hungry. If Aladdin loaded the gun then Interesting Times pulled the trigger. He’s not just Ja’far. He’s every evil vizier in every story.
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Dr. Lyons: Ridiculous. You’ve come up with a fun little idea worthy of a conspiracy board, but I’m afraid my department has already worked out what SCP-7891 is. Instead of reading VideoHound, we actually took some measurements. There is a massive amount of Akiva radiation pouring out of Site-01.
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Dr. Payne: You think it’s a god?
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Dr. Lyons: Probably always was, so it’s not a true ascension. It’s most likely some obscure, forgotten god who’s been biding its time at the Foundation, waiting until it could get its hands on an anomaly that could give it back some power.
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Dr. Burton: Akiva radiation? That doesn’t make sense.
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Dr. Payne: But all of its actions match our hypothesis. Even things like summoning storms and turning people into dogs. Both of those occur in The Thief of Baghdad.
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Dr. Chavis: I have a question. Fictional anomalies usually infect stories, don’t they? They’re not infected by them. Normally, they reshape stories around themselves, and when they manifest physically they do so by reshaping reality to match their story’s characteristics.
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Dr. Burton: That’s true. I’ve been trying to figure out why, but the best answer I can come up with is the fact that the person existed before the fictional anomaly. Ja’far is older than stories about Ja’far. That usually isn’t the case with fictional anomalies.
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Dr. Chavis: I’m reminded of SCP-5925. Are you familiar with that one?
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Dr. Burton: That one’s just an old man, isn’t it?
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Dr. Chavis: Yes, an old man. A friendly old man and nothing else. As long as you don’t associate certain characteristics to it or call it by certain names. Nomenclative magic is hard to control, even for entities connected to it.
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Dr. Lyons: But that doesn’t explain the Akiva radiation.
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Dr. Burton: Actually, maybe it does. Say he was an old god. One who was forgotten about when the Abrahamic religions took prominence. He used nomenclative magic to conceptually associate himself with Ja’far ibn Yahya. In this way he was able to treat the sharing of stories the way a normal god does religious worship, at least enough to keep existing. But then these characters who are sort of Ja’far but not really start appearing. There’s lines connecting them all, but they’re vague until Interesting Times solidifies them enough to force all of these identities onto Jeff. That’s when he loses control.
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Dr. Lyons: That…could be possible.
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Dr. Payne: I’m a little out of my depth, but it makes sense to me.
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Dr. Chavis: That still leaves us with one question. How do we kill it?
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Dr. Burton: Wait, we’re going to kill Jeff?
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Dr. Lyons: After the damage it’s caused, we don’t have a choice. It needs to be neutralized.
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Dr. Burton: But kill him? It’s not like he meant to do any of this. This is something that happened to him. There has to be a way to help him.
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Dr. Chavis: I know you’re friends with him, but trying to save him is too dangerous. Look at the damage he’s caused already. The O5 Council is dead.
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Dr. Payne: Antoine—
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Dr. Burton: No, I get it. You’re right. He needs to be stopped. Saving him is a luxury we can’t afford.
+
End excerpt.
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+Dr. Burton: So it’s a former god turned into a story?
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SCP-7891: Essentially. Now, I think it’s time for the conclusion, don’t you?
+
Dr. Burton: What’s next? A log of an MTF operation to infiltrate Site-01 and use some device to stop it?
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SCP-7891: Nothing quite so action-packed, but you’re on the right track.
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Addendum 7891-4: In the early hours of 11/6/1994, Dr. Antoine Burton managed to bypass the perimeter around Site-01 and enter the facility. He wore a body camera, which captured the following footage.
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The footage opens with Dr. Burton standing at the main entrance of Site-01.
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Dr. Burton: Okay. Here goes nothing.
+
He swipes his ID and the door slides open. Instead of the foyer, the entrance leads immediately into an office. Fluorescent lights illuminate rows of cubicles, where various members of low-level Site-01 staff can be seen working at their computers. As Dr. Burton steps inside, the door slides shut behind him. He continues down one of the rows. A currently-unidentified employee passes him by, holding a mug of coffee.
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Employee: Working hard or hardly working?
+
Dr. Burton: I think I’m a little lost.
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Employee: You’re one of the big guys, aren’t you? Here to meet with O5? Better late than never, eh?
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Dr. Burton: I guess so. Say, I noticed the outer gates were open. No one was at the checkpoints.
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Employee: Don’t need ‘em. The new O5’s developed a whole new security system. Much more efficient.
+
Dr. Burton: Right. What’s everyone doing here?
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Employee: Containment! Organizing maintenance schedules, hiring personnel. All the fiddly parts of running the Foundation. Once the restructuring is complete and everyone has submitted to O5’s will, the Foundation will be more smooth and efficient than ever.
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Dr. Burton: I see. So, where can I find O5?
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Employee: Just take the stairs.
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He points to the elevator.
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Dr. Burton: Thanks.
+
Dr. Burton makes his way to the elevator doors and presses the call button, the door opens revealing a spiral staircase.
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Dr. Burton: Right. Of course.
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He looks up. The stairs spiral upwards into the distance. With a sigh, he begins his ascent.
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Dr. Burton: So, I’m not sure what that was all about. I guess it’s a bit of Jeff. Once the evil vizier takes over, he doesn’t know what to do because the evil vizier never wins, so he defaults back to trying to keep things running. As for why the interior’s changed? I have no idea.
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Dr. Burton continues climbing for several minutes. A pair of dogs chase each other down the stairs, passing him by. Eventually, he reaches the top of the stairs and finds that they stop at a trap door in the ceiling. He pulls it open to find an enormous brightly lit room. The ceiling, walls, and floor are all black and white tiles, making it difficult to get a sense of scale. A collection of objects is visible in the distance.
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Dr. Burton: You have got to be kidding me.
+
Dr. Burton begins to walk, heading towards the objects. As he nears them, it becomes clear that they are an uneven arrangement of ornate wooden cages, each with a brightly-colored songbird. They begin to sing with a high-pitched piercing sound. Dr. Burton begins to run, weaving around any cages in his path. The cages give way to wooden perches containing vultures which take flight and begin to swoop at Dr. Burton, brandishing their claws. He continues to run until his path is blocked by an approximately twelve-foot-tall hawk-like bird. He skids to a halt.
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Dr. Burton: Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.
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Another vulture swoops at Dr. Burton and he begins to run again, trying to give a wide berth to the hawk-like bird. Once clear, he picks up speed, sprinting even though the high-pitched song has faded significantly and the vultures have stopped their attack. He reaches a wall and looks back and forth.
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Dr. Burton: Which way?
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A section of the wall slides open, revealing the interior of an elevator. Dr. Burton rushes inside. The door closes behind him.
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Dr. Burton: Okay. For the record, I’m not injured. The vultures came near, but they always swooped away. I think they were just trying to scare me. Ears are ringing, but hopefully my hearing isn’t damaged. Elevator is moving. When I find Jeff, I’m probably going to be going on the record with some personal stuff. Stuff that I shouldn’t really go on the record with without his permission. But I think I may be able to end this crisis and there needs to be an exact record of how it’s dealt with, so I just have to hope he forgives me.
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The elevator doors open, revealing a circular rooftop which does not match Site-01. It is made of gray stone tiles, with only a small raised ledge and no railing. Despite the severity of the storm, none of the water reaches the rooftop and the area is completely dry. A six foot tall hourglass can be seen near the edge of the roof, its sand slowly falling. Next to it, SCP-7891 is standing at a canvas, painting a photorealistic portrait of Dr. Burton. As Dr. Burton crosses the rooftop, SCP-7891 turns to face him.
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Dr. Burton: Do you know me?
+
SCP-7891: No.
+
Dr. Burton: You’re lying to spare my feelings. Which means you’re still you, at least a little bit. What’s with the hourglass?
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SCP-7891: When the sands run out, your life will end.
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Dr. Burton: Doesn’t look like I have much time left.
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SCP-7891 turns away and begins applying more paint to the canvas.
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SCP-7891: If I can capture someone’s likeness perfectly, then destroy the image, I think I can kill them.
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Dr. Burton: You’re more than just a story. I didn’t go camping with a story. I didn’t have long conversations with a story. I never kissed a story. A story never bought me flowers.
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SCP-7891: That doesn’t…it was all part of my plan.
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Dr. Burton: How? I’m not some princess you can marry to get power. I know that your feelings for me were more real than whatever you’re experiencing now. I know you love me, Jeff. Or is it Ja’far? I’m guessing the SCI were the ones who started calling you Jeffrey because they found it easier to pronounce.
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SCP-7891: I am Jafaraltalibabuhassanhongiznogoudzigzag. The one you describe was the illusion. This is my destiny.
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Dr. Burton: You aren’t those characters. They don’t share your name. Some of them aren’t even viziers. They’re three or four steps removed.
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SCP-7891: They’re part of me. You can’t separate them.
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Dr. Burton: Jeff, please look at me. We can figure this out.
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SCP-7891: Jeff is gone.
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Dr. Burton: Why are you being so stubborn? You aren’t the evil vizier. You never were.
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Dr. Burton begins to shout.
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Dr. Burton: The evil vizier is al-Mu’in ibn Sawa!
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SCP-7891 drops its paintbrush. It turns to face Dr. Burton again, eyes wide with surprise.
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SCP-7891: He was evil, wasn’t he?
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Dr. Burton moves a little closer to SCP-7891
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Dr. Burton: You were in that story.
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SCP-7891: That’s right. Harun and I saw the lamps lit at the Palace of Delight and of Statues. Harun traded clothes with a fisherman to sneak in and ended up catching lice.
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SCP-7891 laughs.
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Dr. Burton: And when the two of you learned why Nur al-Din and Janis al-Alis were sheltering there, you helped them. In the end, you were the one who arrested the evil vizier.
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SCP-7891: And took him back to Baghdad to be executed for his crimes.
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Dr. Burton: I like those old stories. You rushing around, trying to complete the caliph’s tasks no matter how unreasonable they were. It’s cute.
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SCP-7891: He ordered me to make fun of an old blind man once. I told the poor man he could cure his blindness with some ridiculous concoction of sunlight and wind. The old man thanked me for my kindness and said “I offer you this payment,” then farted.
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Dr. Burton laughs. He steps closer and reaches out a hand. SCP-7891 takes it and the two of them look out at the raging storm.
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SCP-7891: Did he have me executed in the end? It’s hard to tell which events are real.
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Dr. Burton: According to historical record, yes. No one knows why.
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SCP-7891: He found out the truth. About what I am.
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Dr. Burton: A god? That’s the current theory, anyway.
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SCP-7891: My father, Yahya, found me. A poor, defeated god who was no longer worshiped and nearly forgotten. He took pity on me and did…something, I’m not sure what, to make me human. Or nearly human. After that, Harun and I grew up together. We were practically brothers.
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Dr. Burton: When he found out the truth, he must have felt betrayed.
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SCP-7891: And so he had me executed. That was supposed to be the end. A normal human life, cut a little shorter than anticipated.
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Dr. Burton: But people started telling stories about you. Enough to wake you up.
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SCP-7891: Is that what happened? I didn’t understand it, but I knew who I was. The loyal vizier. The bureaucrat who keeps things running and fulfills the caliph’s impossible orders. I was many advisors to many people in many ways. I always found a way to remain a vizier after a fashion.
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Dr. Burton: I wonder how much of the Foundation’s success can be attributed to you.
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SCP-7891: I couldn’t guess.
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Dr. Burton: But then the story began to change. And, well, here’s where we ended up. Do you remember your original name? When you were a god?
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SCP-7891: I remember very little from the time before Yahya changed me, but I know that I was al-Kutbay. The god of writing.
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Dr. Burton: That makes sense.
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SCP-7891: I don’t think I can stay here. As powerful as I am, I’m too delicate. Too easily influenced by the ideas of others.
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Dr. Burton: Can I come with you?
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SCP-7891: I don’t think that’s possible.
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Dr. Burton: I thought you’d say that.
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SCP-7891: But the Foundation does impossible things all the time. Maybe we will somehow find each other again.
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Dr. Burton: I’d like that.
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SCP-7891: I love you.
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Dr. Burton: I love you, too.
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They kiss.
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The last grain of sand in the hourglass falls.
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SCP-7891 is gone.
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End log.
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Dr. Burton: Wow.
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SCP-7891: How do you feel?
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Dr. Burton: I feel empty. Like I’m the character in your story and I’ve really lost someone.
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SCP-7891: I’m sorry. Telling stories means hurting people sometimes.
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Dr. Burton: So what happens next?
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SCP-7891: Nothing. The transfer is complete and the anomaly is on its way to its new containment chamber.
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Dr. Burton: Then it’s probably time to conclude this interview.
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SCP-7891: You should take the rest of the day off. And tomorrow, too. Once the recording ends and I’m back to being O5-5, I’ll make a call.
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<End log.>
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I have heard, too, o king, that there was one other event in SCP-7891 that the Foundation considered worthy of their records: The night after the Foundation made their discovery of the strange record in the thirty-ninth room, when no one was present in the palace save for the SCP-7891-1 instances who were asleep, that the Foundation’s eyes which remained in the halls witnessed a strange event. Although the thirty-ninth room had been thoroughly searched and there was no place for a man to hide, its door now opened and a man stepped into the hall. He was dressed in a manner similar to the Foundation’s scholars. He made his way to the fortieth door and even though it was said to be locked, the door sprang open at his touch. He entered the room and closed the door behind him.
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Shahriyar said, “What a strange and mysterious story. Do you know any stories about birds?” “Yes,” she replied, and she began:
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Incident log 7891-1: On 11/7/23 several exclusionary sites reported a discrepancy in their records compared with the rest of the Foundation, suggesting that a CK-class reality-restructuring event had occurred. The only notable difference was that the exclusionary sites contained no record of Researcher Barmaki, one of the members of SCP-7891’s containment team. The appearance of this discrepancy corresponds with Researcher Barmaki accessing SCP-7891. Since he shares a name with a character in SCP-7891, Researcher Barmaki has been detained pending an investigation. The Temporal Anomalies Department has assigned Agent Burton to determine whether Researcher Barmaki is a threat. This investigation is ongoing.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7989 is held at Protected Site-01 under heavy security by MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Other lethal security measures shall ensure that SCP-7989 is not obtained and utilised by personnel lacking O5 credentials.
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SCP-7989's documented file will not be uploaded into the SCP-001 slot. This is to prevent the file from being conspicuous to any would-be perpetrators. If this file is indeed accessed by unauthorised personnel, all available Foundation resources must be used to track, locate, and terminate the perpetrator. This must be accomplished by any means possible with haste.
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Description: SCP-7989 is an object of unknown origin retrieved by the individual known as the Administrator1 in the late 1870s. The falsified description, provided to a majority of administrative personnel, states that this object's documentation is located in the SCP-001 slot and is what prompted the creation of the SCP Foundation and its directive to maintain normalcy in the civilian population. To "secure, contain, and protect" is the titular objective the Foundation primarily employs as a result. In truth, SCP-7989 possesses the ability to create anomalous phenomena and is the cause of all anomalies, contained or otherwise.
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When held by an individual and given a verbal prompt, the object will manifest an anomalous object, entity, or phenomenon in a specified location.2 Vague prompts appear to have a randomised effect on the anomaly created while more detailed and thorough descriptions generate more concise anomalies based on the prompt. All prompts must be reviewed by multiple specialised AICs to determine any loopholes or unspecified attributes which may create undesirable anomalies. This must be done thoroughly to ensure that an anomaly's containment would be possible with the Foundation's resources or is manageable even without full containment. Your prompt must only be used with the Administrator's approval.
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Created anomalies are either left to be discovered naturally by Foundation field agents or are immediately contained based on their threat to the Veil, which must be protected at all costs to ensure the preservation of normalcy. They are to be documented with non-factual information about their history afterwards and declassified to major governments and other invaluable sponsors. Intentional accidents that may cause damage and fatalities to civilians are permitted.
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History: Following its discovery, SCP-7989 was mainly utilised by the Administrator to improve their family's wealth and social standing. However, after an incident that resulted in the accidental creation of SCP-173, the Administrator decided to found the SCP Foundation for the purpose of containing dangerous anomalies of their own creation. The organisation rapidly grew in power and the knowledge of anomalies and their existence was quickly known to major national governments.
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SCP-7989 is utilised for the benefit of the Administrator and the rest of the O5 Council.
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You are now good to go! CODENAME:Administrator hopes you will enjoy your role here at the Council, and please don't hesitate to contact me another time if you have any further questions.
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Oh, yes. I would also like to remind you of an upcoming conference to discuss the creation of a new XK Class threat to convince our sponsors to allocate more funding towards our "cause".
Containment Client: West California Government, a subsidiary of the FunBob Soft Drink Corporation.
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Containment Package: Deluxe Containment
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8039 is currently contained on Floor 28 of Site-277, located in the Gradient District of MacroCity 11 (“Lutetia Parisiorum”).
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SCP-8039 is to be fed a synthetic bovine three two times a day in accordance with Nutritional Chart 8039-3. Due to SCP-8039’s hostility, these feedings are to be performed via crane — or, in the event that this is not possible, a member of D-Class personnel. Any eggs produced following feeding sessions are to be incinerated using the modules built into the containment chamber's floor.
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In accordance with the Deluxe Containment Package, research on SCP-8039 that does not directly pertain to its containment is currently forbidden.
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Please note that the SCP Corporation is currently pursuing missed payments from the Containment Client regarding this anomaly. As such, these containment procedures are liable to change in the near future.
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Description: SCP-8039 is a mollusk of abnormal size, approximately eight feet tall and six feet wide.
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It is superficially similar in appearance to a common nutrition-snail, with the exception of an engorged human face protruding from the head region and a mechanical structure fused with its back. While SCP-8039 originally possessed a natural shell, this appears to have been replaced at some point with the wreckage of a Ford Swan, which it has crudely incorporated into its anatomy. The means by which this was accomplished is as-of-yet unclear.
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SCP-8039 has demonstrated mild telepathic capabilities — namely, the ability to detect emotional states over long distances. It primarily uses this as a means of locating food sources, or avoiding potential predators. When agitated, the strength of this telepathy increases considerably: it has been observed inducing violent rage and self-destructive despair in others when it feels it is under threat.
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Despite its size and bulk, SCP-8039 has proven to be surprisingly fast, capable of moving at speeds of 40km/h over short distances to devour prey. SCP-8039 is carnivorous and seems to prefer a human food source — this is believed to be an acquired taste following its initial escape from the site of its creation. Following feeding, SCP-8039 will lay eight to ten eggs, which will gestate and hatch over a twelve-hour period.
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While procedure dictates that these eggs be incinerated before they hatch, evidence suggests that the offspring produced by them would possess the same anomalous properties as SCP-8039.
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It is believed that SCP-8039 originated from genetic engineering experiments on the part of our client, presumably to create larger and more pleasant-tasting nutrition snails. Per the Deluxe Containment Package's discretion guarantee, this has not been confirmed. Following SCP-8039's escape from its original site of origin, the SCP Corporation were brought in to provide containment.
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Addendum 8039-1 (Lack of Payment)
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Please note that the Corporation has not received payment for the client for six months at the time of writing — as such, the continued containment of SCP-8039 is in question. The SCP Financial Department is currently chasing payment from the client. Please refer to the documentation below for the present situation.
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To our valued client,
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It appears that we are yet to receive the agreed upon payment for your last three months of containment services. This is in reference to Case 2920-8039, currently in contract under our Deluxe Containment Package. If I may be so bold, could I inquire if your containment needs with this anomaly have changed?
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The Corporation understands that situations may arise where meeting payments may not always be easy. If you'd like to call in and speak to one of our Pseudo-Human Customer Representatives, I'm sure they'd be happy to discuss options for alternative payment plans with you. Please contact us at your earliest convenience.
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To our valued client,
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Please be aware that we are yet to receive payment for the last three months of containment for Case 2920-8039. We can only provide these services if you meet your financial requirements per the contract. Your contributions help us keep our range of containment packages up-to-date and top-of-the-line.
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If you are having difficulties making the payments for our Deluxe Containment Package, might I suggest downgrading to our Standard Containment Package? Given SCP-8039's generally docile nature, this may be a better fit for your needs. Our science team have proposed the following avenues for research under the Standard Containment Package:
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SCP-8039's emotional radar, if reverse-engineered, could prove an effective form of surveillance. Accompanied by other forms of paratech, we are confident in our ability to develop a dynamic 'humanity tracker' that could assist with security concerns worldwide.
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The means by which SCP-8039 has bonded with the car on its back is extremely interesting. Despite the rudimentary nature of the connection, it has proven able to activate the car's headlights to help it navigate darkened areas. If given permission under the Standard Containment Package, we can harvest SCP-8039's gel — if utilized properly, it could help to reduce rejection syndrome with cybernetic implants.
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Gene-splicing from SCP-8039 can open up new possibilities for alternative human reproduction in areas suffering from sterility plagues.
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We would be happy to consider further discounts based on your response to the above. One of our Pseudo-Human Customer Representatives will be in contact later this week to discuss options with you.
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This is your final warning.
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You have failed to fulfill payment requirements for five months. As such, your containment contract for SCP-8039 is now being terminated. Please be aware the early termination charge for this amounts to a total of £113,372,550.29.
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Per the agreed upon contract, if we do not receive outstanding payments for the last five months, we will have no choice but to release SCP-8039 onto your property at a time and place of our convenience. In order to avoid damage or injury, we urge you to contact one of our Pseudo-Human Customer Representatives immediately.
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Please keep in mind that — if your early termination charge is not paid — we are authorized to pursue lost value via asset seizure and our Debtor-Class program.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-8247 are each to be kept in large, separate animal enclosures at Site-908. SCP-8247 instances are to be provided with appropriate food, water, and enrichment daily. As SCP-8247 instances can transform at will, Foundation Personnel are to approach instances of SCP-8247 with extreme caution. Access to the enclosures outside of providing SCP-8247 instances with their daily needs is not permitted.
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Reports of wild animals and/or house pets that show behaviors or abilities that align with documented information about SCP-8247 instances are to be monitored by the SCP-8247 research team in cases of possible containment breaches.
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All witnesses of SCP-8247 are to be administered amnestics and released.
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Description: SCP-8247 refers to an anomalous subspecies of felines. SCP-8247 instances possess the ability to transform into a Bengal Tiger at will. SCP-8247 instances have often been observed to display violent tendencies, often attacking and consuming other animals and humans. Despite their primal behaviors, instances demonstrate behaviors of a typical house cat regardless of which form they are currently in. SCP-8247 instances do not require raw meat and are capable of surviving on processed cat food, although larger portions are required and instances still exhibit a preference for fresh meat. Despite anatomy differences, SCP-8247 maintain behavioral traits influenced by the anatomy of big cats, such as the inability to purr except when exhaling. There are currently 247 instances of SCP-8247 in containment.
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Addendum-1-Findings: The following are relevant media discovered of a notable SCP-8247 instance (dubbed SCP-8247-A27) found by the Foundation in deduced chronological order. This includes social media posts on the platform Instagram and journal logs by its owner, Diamond Summers. This is the only SCP-8247 instance known to be a house pet.
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+meaganthekittycatToday is our last day in our apartment! Moving into the new house tomorrow! Hopefully there will be lots of room for Meagan to roam and lay down!
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So my therapist (before money became an issue) suggested this journaling thing, so hello journal lol. Anyways, I can’t fucking BELIEVE I’m getting evicted from my apartment. And my only option is to move in with my aunt and uncle
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They fucking hate me. They’ve always thought internet influencer wasn’t a ‘real job’. But they offered to let me live with them, probably just so they can boss me around tbh
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They've always been so bossy, even when I was a fucking kid. They always yelled at me and called me lazy and shit, and still do. Like they'd even insult my parents for letting me turn out the way I did. Anyway at least I’ve got Meagan, she’s always been so sweet
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+meaganthekittycatWe've moved into our new house! Meagan gets along with our roommates rather well!
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+meaganthekittycatTaking Meagan to the vet to get her checked out! Everyone wish her luck at the vet!
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Ever since we got here, Meagan has been acting very strange. She’s been hissing and scratching my aunt and uncle and once she even bit my aunt. They’re threatening to call animal control if I don’t have her checked out I don’t know what I’m going to do
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Thank fuck I have a job interview in 2 weeks just about. The closer I am to getting a job, the closer I am to getting out of here. Being an influencer is not paying as well as I thought it would. I’m just not popular enough and sponsors are so hard to come by these days. Maybe they were right. Maybe being an influencer isn’t a real job, I shouldn’t have quit my job
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+meaganthekittycatHey guys! I've noticed something kind funny about Meagan. She only purrs when she exhales! Do any of your cats do this? Like she doesn't purr normally. I wonder if it's the breed she is, which I actually don't know lol.
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+meaganthekittycatHey guys! I have a few questions I was hoping you could answer. So Meagan has always had a bit of a large appetite LOL. I was wondering- firstly, do any of you have cats with large appetites? And how do you afford all that food? Cause she sure is running me dry! :P
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It was a mistake asking Rachel and Todd for help with cat food
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they just fucking screamed at me and said "IF YOU CANT AFFORD IT GET RID OF THE DAMN CAT"
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they tried to throw Meagan out of the house when I was asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to get water and I heard meowing by the front door, so I opened it and I FUCKING FOUND HER OUTSIDE I KNOW SHE WOULDNT HAVE GOTTEN OUT ON HER OWN SHE HATES GOING OUTDOORS
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So I go and wake the fuckers up and confront them and they just scoffed and said ‘it’s not a big deal’
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Addendum-2-Police-Reports: On June 8th, 2021, Diamond Summers and her cat Meagan were reported missing by the local Police Department after the discovery of the bodies of Rachel and Todd Smith. Summers had left behind all personal belongings, including all electronics. Summers was later discovered on June 17th in Saint Joseph, Michigan, approximately two hours away from her hometown of Joliet, Illinois. Summers' was discovered when local reports of a tiger mauling local residents were released. Upon Summers' apprehension, physical notes were found on her person.
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I don't think I trust Meagan anymore
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Addendum-3-Interview: Diamond Summers was taken into by the Foundation on June 20th, 2021. Summers' was later interviewed about SCP-8247-A27. This interview took place before SCP-8247’s file was created.
Foreword: Researcher Cara Sandals of the Zoology department at Site-908 was tasked with interviewing Diamond Summers, the owner of SCP-8247-A27.
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Sandals: Hello, Diamond. I appreciate you coming to talk with me about Meagan.
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Summers: Uh… hello? You said you wanted to like, study her. You’re not going to poke and prod her with needles or anything are you?
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Sandals: Oh, no. It’s closer to observing her. But no poking or prodding involved.
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Summers: Good. Also, just for your information, the people she hurt were in self-defense! She doesn’t just attack people for no reason she’s not dangerous just because she’s a tiger!
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Sandals: Diamond, I understand your defensiveness, but I’m going to ask you to calm down. I didn’t accuse her of being dangerous. You seem to know a lot about her.
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Summers: Of course I know a lot about her, she’s my cat! I’ve had her since she was a kitten. And are you sure you don’t think she’s dangerous? I don't believe that you don't!
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Sandals: While others like Meagan have shown violent tendencies, Meagan herself has not. I’ve worked with animals a long time. I can tell when one is bonded to a human the way Meagan is bonded to you. I do not think she’s dangerous. I think she’s protective.
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Summers: I still don't believe you! I still don't believe you won't take her away from me! Wait- others like her? There are others like Meagan?
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Sandals: Yes. We currently have other instances in containment. As I said, you seem quite knowledgeable about the species. What else have you observed about Meagan?
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Summers: Observed? Like what? Like what she likes to do? Why do you want to know that? So you can use it against her?
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Sandals: Like behaviors, natural instincts, likes, dislikes. Stuff like that. And no, not to use it against her. To help her. Please just answer the question.
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Summers: Ugh, fine. Um… she eats.
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Summers:A lot. Like she’s got this huge appetite! But that makes sense with the tiger thing now.
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Sandals: Bengal tigers can eat as much as sixty to seventy-five pounds of food in one night. The instances we currently contain have all been observed to eat a lot of animals and people. But it seems Meagan was able to survive off of cat food.
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Summers: Egh, I could never imagine Meagan doing such a thing. She’s a sweetheart, she really is. Yeah, but she eats a lot of it like I said. Um, she also doesn’t purr right. Like she only purrs when she exhales.
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Sandals: That’s another natural behavior of a tiger. I’m surprised that didn’t set you off to there something being off sooner.
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Summers: Me too, to be honest. Recently I made a post asking my Instagram followers about it, but I never looked at the comments. Still, this all confuses me. What's your goal here?
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Sandals: I get that. We’re not all thinking about things like that too hard. Our goal is to help Meagan as I already said. Anything else you've observed?
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Summers: Yeah. I’ve found Meagan really likes to play with toys. Have you tried toys with the other instances? Meagan really loves those wands that have the feathers and worms you know?
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Sandals: We have not. Currently, we just feed them and give them places to climb and such.
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Summers: The fact that you call them 'instances' tells me a lot. Even though they’re tigers, maybe they’d be happier if you played with them! They’re cats too! Maybe you just haven’t found some of their playful sides. Cats often get what seems to be violent when they really just want to play.
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Sandals: Diamond. You’re very knowledgeable about Meagan. Which leads us to believe that you may be of some help to us here. Meagan has also already shown to not like to be distanced from you for too long. It’s been a week and she’s already injured three staff members and attempted to injure two more. Before this interview, I was discussing something with my colleagues, and you've only further proven yourself here. We would like to offer you an opportunity.
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Summers: What kind of opportunity?
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Sandals: The kind where we allow you to continue to see Meagan. As we see you’re currently homeless, we will house you and provide you with basic needs. In exchange, you will help us study and take care of Meagan, and possibly other instances of SCP-8247 if it is deemed safe.
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Summers: I… I get to keep Meagan? So you were serious about helping her? Now I feel kind of bad for doubting you.
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Sandals: You can’t live with her anymore. But you will be allowed to visit her. How often is yet to be determined. What do you say?
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Summers: I… of course. I’m not really in the position to turn you down. I’d love to help you. Thank you. Thank you so much.
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Sandals: No problem, Diamond. Now, Meagan is probably waiting to see you.
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Closing Statement: As of June 25th, 2021, Diamond Summers has been granted Level 0 clearance with some exceptions. Allowing Diamond Summers access to interact with other instances of SCP-8247 is currently pending.
"I must create a system or be enslaved by another man’s.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:
+Any manifestation, occurrence, memo, insignia, or artwork relating to SCP-8304 is to be terminated, burnt to ash, exterminated, or erased from the knowledge of society. Due to the power SCP-8304 possesses and its connection to many objects scattered around Earth, it is impossible to contain or terminate the anomaly. All foundation personnel are to exercise maximum caution when SCP-8304 is sensed in any area. Disregard any interaction, combatant response, or any form of attempt at communication. If you witness an event related to SCP-8304, you are to be terminated on sight. "Good luck, Foundation!" -O5 Council
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DESCRIPTION:
+SCP-8304 is the objectively monstrous entity born from the imagination of XVIII. century artist and poet William Blake. The very depiction of the entity can be seen in Blake's single not-so-known artwork, "The Divine Flame". On the frame of the painting, the following text can be read: "I shall not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand."
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In the painting, the depiction of an eldritch god can be seen. A vast and robust skeleton with a katana from Japanese samurais is visible, attorned with chains of rosemary sewn onto the handle. The lowest pieces of this chain can be seen engulfed in crimson-red flames. It sits aloof on a flesh, gold, and silver throne. On the low side of the throne, there is an engraved text: "Flesh is weak, gold is strong. My greed never rests for those who are born."
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This painting depicts SCP-8304-OMEGA, which received the title of fear amongst the Foundation upon its discovery. William Blake's artworks can witness manifestation capability tied to the anomaly. Any time that an ideal of the artist is present in one of his artworks, the possibility of creating SCP-8304-OMEGA is as likely as certain.
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The anomaly poses a critical danger, which has led to its classification as such. It bends reality and directly opposes the SCP Foundation and many other organizations, including the Global Occult Coalition (GOC). Furthermore, it has the complete capability to destroy matter, rendering it into a state of non-existence.
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Ion: Descending upon the city center. I'm waiting for more commands. Ion out.
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Radon: Locate the surge. Don't disappoint.
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Ion: Command copied.
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Radon: Make use of your gear.
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Ion: Radon. Where do I proceed?
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Radon: The Town Hall.
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Ion: Command copied. Proceeding to Town Hall.
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Radon: Be cautious. You have already deployed the water ration atop the building. This is your chance to overcome the flames and enter the infrastructure.
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Ion: I cannot. This is surreal…
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Ion: How caracan, how lofty…
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Ion's pupils dilate, focusing on the majestic skeleton stepping down the hill. Flames spark below his feet, the ash of the grass forming a low mist.
+
Radon: My God… I COMPLY! ABORT! NOW! RETURN TO THE HELI!
+
Ion: GOOD CHOICE, SLOWSLY!
+
The door of the Town Hall on Radon's feed is pristine, embodied with a giant lock.
+
Ion: Shit…
+
The Town Hall explodes. Radon's feed cuts to static.
+
Radon: Well, I suppose we need reinforcements…
+
+
+
+
+
Painting found intact amongst the remains by MTF-Rho-77 "Vow Upon".
+
+
+
+
+
Uhuru Kenyatta: Let me deal with this Afia…
+
The secretary leaves the prime minister's office.
+
Uhuru Kenyatta: Yes… This is Uhuru Kenyatta, prime minister of Kenya.
+
?: You have called the Telecommunications Office.
+
Uhuru Kenyatta: I am aware. There is a situation our military cannot deal with at the moment. It appears to be out of the ordinary.
+
?: Thank you for your report, Prime Minister. We will take over this issue. The burden is ours now.
+
+
+
MISSION LOG - ϱ
+
+
+
Agent Genezhia: MTF-Rho-77, give me your status.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: We are approaching the designated location. All of our vehicles are up. We will
+carry this out to the best of our knowledge.
+
Agent Genezhia: I have issued the evacuation to the prime minister. Prioritize your primary objective. The secondary is removed. No civilians are present in the 3-hectare environment.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: Are you planning on a backseat watch?
+
Agent Genezhia: Yes, I will call immediate backup if I see something go wrong. Don't stress, Hanzen. The task force is in good hands. As the administration discussed, please follow the squad leader's commands and complete your assigned objective.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: GENEZHIA!
+
The radio cuts silent.
+
Agent Genezhia: What is it Hanzen? Do you require backup already?? HANZEN?? HANZEN!
+
Agent Genezhia could feel something behind her back. It is as if her seat in the car was heated up. Warm winds presented themselves inside the vehicle as if the sun was shining on her, like the spotlight of a god. Cold bones slide onto her shoulder, an organ begins to play, and the music of the air begins its parade. "The air grows thin." He says, ripping apart the trapezius from her back, the blood slithering a painting of Blake himself on her back. "Your time is over. Your hands no longer hold me, holding me all together like a squirrel clutches its daily ration in its delicate face. Piece by piece, I rip you apart, just as you have torn my heart to pieces." Agent Genezhia screams as hard as she can, but all that leaves her throat is a mere breeze.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: Holy shit… It was so fast I could barely catch it.
+
Squad Leader Mike Torquitan: Don't abort. We can call backup directly. As far as we know, that thing
+cannot fly. We should be okay, I am sure.
+
Hanzen snatches Mike's shoulder.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: You are insane! Did you see how it moved on land? What if we land? What happens then? This thing is aware we are after it, yet we know nothing about it. It has the upper hand.
+
Squad Leader Mike Torquitan: We'll twist the odds. Not a thing we cannot handle. We swore for the Foundation. We die for the Foundation.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: But…
+
The helicopter reaches the Town Hall, the squad drops the ladder and begins to descend.
+
Operative Faux Rodriquez: Lets rollll baby! Wooo!
+
Faux slides down the ladder into the remains of the town hall, and Hanzen follows.
+
Operative Faux Rodriguez: Yo Hanzy, you see that?
+
Operative Hanzen Field: Holy shit! It's a painting! How did it not burn down?
+
Faux's radio screeches.
+
Squad Leader Mike Torquitan: Be careful with it. It might be related to that thing…
+
Operative Faux Rodriguez: We will approach it with caution.
+
The two members of MTF-Rho-77 approach the painting.
+
Operative Hanzen Field: This… this is the event…
+
Operative Faux Rodriguez: The very moments… the Town Hall…
+
Operative Faux and Hanzen in unison: Burnt down…
+
They both look at each other…
+
Operative Hanzen Field: Made by…
+
Operative Faux Rodriguez:William Blake…
+
Hanzen Field: Faux… this thing is no joke on Earth…
+
Faux Rodriguez: WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES???
+
Hanzen Field: WHAT?
+
They both find each other stripped of their clothes.
+
Faux Rodriguez: HOLY SHIT IS THAT AN INCINERATOR??
+
Hanzen Field: JUMP OFF THE BELT NOW!
+
They both hop off the conveyor belt.
+
Squad Leader Mike Torquitan: Are those two schizophrenic? Why are they jumping on the ash like kids…
+
Mike turns on the radio.
+
Squad Leader Mike Torquitan: FAUX AND HANZEN FOCUS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!
+
Suddenly, the two wake up as if they were in a coma but full of dopamine.
+
Operative Faux Rodriguez: Huh? What just… A moment ago, we were…
+
Squad Leader Mike Torquitan: Retrieve the painting, NOW!
+
Both MTF operatives: Copied!
+
Faux to Hanzen: He should get his meds in the morning, not at night… tsk.
+
The helicopter never returned to the site. However, the painting they were meant to deliver was found alone on the helipad, with a papyrus letter next to it: "Witness thy destruction."
After being transported into a standard containment chamber upon its retrieval, the painting was sealed
+from the public for good. Further events unraveled, however. SCP-8304-1 (the painting) was shown to
+be re-imagining itself, taking on the form, and depicting what we now call SCP-8304-OMEGA. SCP-8304 refers to the direct anomalous presence in William Blake's works. Assumptions are that the anomaly phenomenon manifests the artist's ideals and motives. These are the fight against oppressors and the sense of the divine in each human being. Other arsons committed by not-found suspects are estimated to be the event of an SCP-8304-OMEGA manifestation. These incidents are tied to the following infrastructures:
+
+
National Gallery of Art
+
Los Angeles County Museum
+
Tate Britain
+
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
+
Yale Center for British Art
+
Town Hall of Nairobi
+
+
All of these buildings suffered incidents of arson or murder, the most notable being the Town Hall of Nairobi, located in Kenya's capital city. The place mentioned beforehand is where the most significant fire occurred, and the painting known as SCP-8304-1 was found. As the image was later repainted (by itself), the objective became clear. Evacuate the site and exterminate SCP-8304-1. The SCP-Foundation knows that the containment of anomalies matches the "oppression" William Blake mentions in his memos. So this is why lethal force must be utilized, as the anomaly is now classified as the enemy of the SCP-Foundation.
Sector 3 had to evacuate first fully. The reason for this is apparent. SCP-8304's containment chamber
+was held there. The evacuation followed all personnel's leave and the site's complete abandonment.
+SCP-8304 was classified as Tritotitanos, meaning it is only dangerous due to the Foundation's objective.
+SCP-8304-OMEGA's ravage was recorded in the archives to be viewed through it.
Through SCP-8304-OMEGA's ravage on 2019.12.30., it displayed a wide variety of skills and tactics consisting of stalking, deceit using reality manipulation, pyrokinesis, warping of objects, warping of itself, duplication, and psychokinesis. The incident lasted four hours and twenty-two minutes. Victims' last words tended to be quotes from William Blake himself.
+
The Foundation still follows its objective to secure, contain, and protect. Destruction of the works of the famous XVIII. century artist falls under the mission of organized, secretive vandalism executed by the remaining squads of MTF-Rho-77 "Vow upon".
The cadaver: Oh, William… Oh, Sophia… Would you lend me more strength? I need your help…
+
The skeleton brushes its hand against the grave as if caressing it.
+
The cadaver: William… Oh, William. I kneel before you, my father. Please indulge me more, as I require your knowledge. I depend on it, William.
+
The skeleton raises its skull towards the sky.
+
The cadaver: Is this what you want from me? I raise my cranium towards the sky and think, William. But the answer is not as bright as the shine of the stars… If this is your need, I will deliver it.
+
The skeleton stands up…
+
The cadaver: So be it then. Your crusade will be as majestic as you, as bright as the moon illuminated by the glorious encrowned Sun! OH, William! I WILL BE THE VICTOR OF YOUR DREAMS!
+
The skeleton walks off the frame of the footage. Only dim steps are heard, the bones clanking against the stone-cold pavement.
Special Containment Procedures: Following the death of SCP-8338-1, SCP-8338 has been reclassified as Neutralized. No further protocols for its containment are considered necessary apart from standard documentation archival and pre-existing obfuscation efforts by the greater Foundation.
+
Description: SCP-8338 was a hypothetical HWK-Class “Cruciferous Collapse” Scenario exclusively targeting all species of broccoli (Brassica oleracea var. italica).
+
Should SCP-8338 have come to pass, all species of broccoli would have been instantaneously annihilated from consensus reality, likely due to the swift ejection of their concepts from the Nöosphere. Per the nature of such an event, broccoli would have been eliminated from human knowledge, though trace remnants of its existence would still remain and be visible to the public at large, constituting a widespread breach of normalcy.
+
The threat posed by SCP-8338 was created by the former reality-bending entity SCP-8338-1 as an unintentional use of its abilities; the creation of SCP-8338 resulted in the expense of its power and subsequently reduced SCP-8338-1 to a baseline human. It is believed that SCP-8338-1’s noted hatred of broccoli resulted in SCP-8338 through an unintentional thaumic rite, such as a grandiose verbal statement advocating for the termination of all broccoli (e. g., “All broccoli should be destroyed!”).
+
SCP-8338-1 was George H. W. Bush, who notably held office as the 41st President of the United States from 1989 to 1993 and possessed significant disdain for broccoli.
+
Addendum 8338.1: Discovery
+
SCP-8338 was first discovered in 1992, in the second half of SCP-8338-1's only presidential term. During routine inspection of food agricultural trends, an anomaly in both cultivation and consumption of broccoli was discovered. Both were found to be unusually waning, though with some short, unexplained rises spread throughout. During attempts to cross-reference this data with any possible broccoli-related anomalies already known to the Foundation, SCP-8338-1 first came to be of interest.
+
Due to his at-the-time position of United States President, SCP-8338-1 was already being monitored by the Foundation for unrelated anomalous activity. Through comparison of surveillance footage with previously-compiled SCP-8338 data, various findings were made by the Department of Analytics:
+
+
It has been determined that every instance there has been a seemingly-unprecedented increase in the prevalence of broccoli, it has been during times SCP-8338-1 has visibly consumed it, usually at the behest of a family member. This briefly stabilizes the SCP-8338 phenomenon, staving it off for a short while before the existence of broccoli begins to wane once more.
+
In a short summarization of our remaining data:
+
+
SCP-8338-1 eating broccoli is intertwined with the status of broccoli worldwide;
+
SCP-8338-1 must consume broccoli once a month to prevent the worldwide effects on broccoli from reaching normalcy-breaching levels;
+
If SCP-8338-1 does not consume broccoli at least once in three months, SCP-8338 will occur and entirely erase broccoli from consensus reality.
+
+
+
Following the publishing of this data, the natures of SCP-8338, SCP-8338-1, and their relationship were entirely determined, prompting further action.
+
Addendum 8338.2: Meeting Transcript
+
Dr. Francis Own, assigned head of SCP-8338 research, was conscripted to travel to the White House for a meeting with SCP-8338-1 and Director Samuel Braun of the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Unusual Incidents Unit. Per his position as U. S. President, SCP-8338-1 had already been briefed on the existence of both the Foundation and the Veil upon the beginning of his term.
+
+
«Begin Log»
+
+
Dr. Own: Mr. President, it's a pleasure to meet you.
+
[Dr. Own outstretches his hand for SCP-8338-1 to shake. SCP-8338-1 gives him a look with a confused expression, but hesitantly reciprocates the gesture.]
+
SCP-8338-1: Yes, yes, but what's this I hear about you needing me to eat broccoli?
+
Dr. Own: Well, sir, as you have seen from the briefing packet our organization sent y—
+
SCP-8338-1: I didn't read it.
+
Dr. Own: Pardon?
+
SCP-8338-1: I'm not eating broccoli.
+
Dr. Own: What?
+
SCP-8338-1: Barbara sometimes can get me to eat it when I'm in a really good mood, but Samuel here tells me you need me to eat it at least once a day to prevent some sort of… shortage of it?
+
Dr. Own: That is correct, sir, but—
+
SCP-8338-1: Oh, please! Why should I care about a god damn broccoli shortage? I'm president of the United States. And I'm not gonna eat any more broccoli!
+
Dir. Braun: Mr. President, that's what I've been trying to tell you, it won't just be a shortage. It will be a widespread elimination of all broccoli across the planet!
+
SCP-8338-1: Why should I care?
+
[Dir. Braun places his right hand on his face and exhales sharply through his nose.]
+
Dr. Own: Sir, it won't just be a slow loss of broccoli. It will be a sudden event, a complete loss of human knowledge of broccoli. No one will even be able to comprehend that it ever existed!
+
SCP-8338-1: Good! In fact, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure this so-called "shortage" happens!
+
Dir. Braun: We just said it wasn't a…
+
Dr. Own: Mr. President, with all due respect, you know the organization I represent won't let that happen.
+
SCP-8338-1: I'm the President of the United States! I let your little Foundation operate in our territory and we fund you. You're going to listen to what I say and you're going to listen well. Read my lips: no more broccoli. And you can't stop me!
+
Dir. Braun: I told you before this meeting he wasn't going to listen, kid.
+
Dr. Own: "Kid"? I'm pretty sure I'm older than you.
+
+
«End Log»
+
+
Following the disastrous meeting with SCP-8338-1, the Foundation began various operations to discreetly provide him broccoli to prevent both SCP-8338 and conflict with the United States.
+
Addendum 8338.3: Notable Action Logs
+
+
Action #: 01
+
Description: A Foundation agent integrated into White House staff provides SCP-8338-1 a smoothie with a single piece of broccoli blended within it. It was believed the other ingredients within the smoothie would guise the broccoli's presence.
+
Result: SCP-8338-1 graciously accepts the smoothie and begins to drink it. However, he quickly ascertains the presence of the broccoli, berating the agent as he throws out the remainder of the smoothie. Department of Analytics personnel determine SCP-8338-1 did partially consume the broccoli, staving off SCP-8338.
+
+
Action #: 03
+
Description: Governor Jeb Bush, son of SCP-8338-1, is successfully conscripted by Foundation agents to "jokingly" encourage his father to eat more broccoli during his next visit at the White House.
+
Result: SCP-8338-1 grows enraged at his son, culminating in an argument where Jeb Bush is eventually uninvited from the annual White House Christmas party. The attempt is deemed a failure.
+
+
Action #: 09
+
Description: During SCP-8338-1's standard annual physical, he is provided a pill by a Foundation agent posing a nurse. The pill contains mild traces of broccoli tested to be so miniscule that the standard human senses cannot detect them.
+
Result: SCP-8338-1 successfully takes the pill, but complains that it tastes like broccoli. How he managed to detect it remains unclear, but is possibly evident either of remnants of his latent reality-bending capabilities or additional anomalous qualities gained by being the current primary vector of SCP-8338.
+
+
Action #: 15
+
Description: Experimental teleportation technology is utilized to transport small pieces of broccoli into the stomach of SCP-8338-1.
+
Result: The teleportation causes complications with SCP-8338-1's stomach, causing him to require surgery to remove the broccoli. Upon his recognition that broccoli was the culprit, his aversion towards it increases. The effort is deemed a failure.
+
+
Action #: 28
+
Description: Plans are put forward to use Erikeshan conceptual engineering to merge SCP-8338-1 with the concept of broccoli, possibly neutralizing SCP-8338.
+
Result: Denied by Overseer Council vote.
+
+
Addendum 8338.4: Assembly of the Overseer Council
+
By 1997, SCP-8338 had been successfully staved off through the unorthodox methods, as highlighted in the previous addendum, but proved to be continually strenuous for the Foundation. A meeting of the Overseer Council was assembled to determine a solution to the issue.
+
+
«Begin Log»
+
+
O5-1: I now call this meeting of the Overseer Council to order. Today's topic of discussion is SCP-8338 and how to handle it. Three has the floor.
+
O5-3: Thank you, One. For the past five years, we have managed to prevent SCP-8338 and prevent conflict with SCP-8338-1 at the same time, though the latter matters less now that he is no longer President of the United States. Regardless, SCP-8338 still presents a dangerous threat to normalcy as a whole and SCP-8338-1 still shows no signs of cooperation in the near future. We now open the floor to possible solutions.
+
[Silence on recording.]
+
O5-3: Seriously? Nothing? No one has anything?
+
O5-7: Three, have you looked at all of those action logs? We've tried everything! What else could we possibly do?
+
O5-12: Well, there is one idea we haven't tried, yet. But I don't think you're going to like it.
+
O5-1: We'll take what we can get at this point. What's your idea, Twelve?
+
O5-12: Let's kill him.
+
[Silence on recording.]
+
O5-12: What? It's not like he's president anymore.
On 08/11/1997, SCP-8338-1 was successfully terminated by members of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") within his private residence. A body double created through use of a specially-modified BZHR Unit was installed to take his place, primed to expire within the next 25 years.
+
Department of Analytics research showed all SCP-8338-affected data to revert to their expected values following the termination of SCP-8338-1. After three months of observation, SCP-8338 was reclassified as Neutralized, with SCP-8338-1's body double continuing to remain under observation.
+
On 30/11/2018, SCP-8338-1's body double expired on schedule. The following is a notable excerpt from the eulogy given by George W. Bush, SCP-8338-1's eldest son, at the funeral given following the double's death:
+
+
[…]
+
My father could never stomach broccoli, you know. I can't say I ever felt as vitrioloic as he did, though. Some days he would barge into the kitchen, see that mom had prepared some for dinner, and shout "All broccoli should be destroyed!" before storming out of the room. He was truly quite the character. I like to think I got a lot from him.
On 17/12/2018, Department of Analytics personnel detected a resurgence of SCP-8338-affected data following the funeral given for SCP-8338-1's body double. Surveillance of various persons of interest to determine the reason for this revitalization of the anomaly bore fruit two weeks later, with enough data having been gathered on George W. Bush to determine he had become SCP-8338's new primary vector.
+
Bush has been assigned the provisional designation of SCP-8338-2 until such a time the true nature of this SCP-8338 resurgence can be ascertained.
+
Reclassification of SCP-8338 from Neutralized is pending.
SCP-8430, aboveground portion, August 2024. Blue and Gray Floors are visible.
+
+
+
+
Special Containment Procedures: The city of Needlework, Arizona, must house at least 2,000 residents. Through displacement of civilians from other areas, the Foundation is to ensure that Needlework maintains a working population of at least 2,000.
+
Foundation personnel may not reside in Needlework,1 nor may employees of any other entity than SCP-8430. No business may operate in Needlework other than SCP-8430. Foundation operatives are to execute buyouts, falsified criminal activities, and government campaigns to ensure that Fulfillment Facility 109 employs the city's entire adult workforce.
+
Twice per year, the Foundation supplies parts and repairs for SCP-8430’s provided IX-4 pods and their occupants. This is the only time at which members of staff are permitted to enter SCP-8430. At no point during this process are staff to enter the Red Floor. Staff routinely request psychological support or amnestic treatment upon completion of IX-4 maintenance; such requests are blanket authorized by order of Site-141.
+
+
+
IX-4 Fulfillment Pods at Site-141.
+
+
+
Description: SCP-8430 is Fulfillment Facility 109, a medical technology fabrication center located approx. 81km south of Phoenix, AZ, USA, and operated by med-tech distributor Ellison Health. The facility began exhibiting anomalous qualities following a buyout of Ellison Health by U.S.-based drugmaker Purdue Pharma in 2023.
+
Fulfillment Facility 109 is divided into four floors:
+
+
Blue Floor: Intake and administrative offices (suspected to house SCP-8430-1)
+
Yellow Floor: Raw materials processing; manufacturing preparation
+
Red Floor: [DATA EXPUNGED]
+
Gray Floor: Distribution and shipping of manufactured goods
+
+
Anomalous effects are present throughout the facility, but are thought to manifest primarily on the Yellow Floor and the Red Floor.
+
Discovery: SCP-8430 first drew Foundation attention in the wake of local supply chain disruptions. Investigation revealed that 97% of disrupted orders had been placed by Ellison Health Fulfillment Facility 109, which had taken delivery—in a single month—of sufficient supplies to reconstruct the plant’s physical structure over 110 times. No external changes to the building or its grounds were apparent, leading researchers to presume massive internal alterations were in progress for an unknown purpose.
+
Attempts were made to contact Ellison Health, but agents were unable to reach the company. Phone calls were not returned, and e-mails were handled by automated systems. Media reports and cross-analysis of security footage revealed that no Ellison corporate executive had made a public appearance in at least six weeks.
+
Foundation Field Agent Eric Cano was dispatched to Needlework to investigate SCP-8430 on November 12, 2023.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Agent Cano parks his vehicle in the lot outside Fulfillment Facility 109 and approaches a door in the west side of the building. As he nears it, several workers in blue uniforms exit the building and move toward him. They walk slowly, not looking up from the ground.
+
Agent Cano: Excuse me!
+
The workers glance up.
+
Worker 1: Can we do something for you?
+
Agent Cano: I'm Agent Cano of the Department of Commerce.
+
Cano flashes a badge.
+
Agent Cano: I'm looking for the manager of this plant.
+
The frontmost worker shrugs.
+
Worker 1: Don’t know if we have a manager. Get everything through the earpiece.
+
The worker taps his temple. He is wearing a large copper device on his temple. It branches out and snakes along the side of his skull down the length of his jaw.
+
Agent Cano: Do you report to anyone on site?
+
The worker shrugs again, as do the others. Cano's bodycam picks up movement near the roof; surveillance cameras have rotated toward the group.
+
Worker 1: Couldn’t tell you. If you wanna look inside, lobby’s right there.
+
The worker points at the door the three have just exited.
+
Worker 1: Careful, though, there's some, uh. Some work going on. I think. Don’t really remember what.
+
Agent Cano: I'll watch my step. Thanks.
+
The workers continue walking away. Cano eyes them as they move. Their uniforms are burnt, and the man at the back walks with a limp.
+
Agent Cano: Hey!
+
The three men stop and turn, warily.
+
Agent Cano: Can I get your names, please?
+
The workers glance at each other.
+
Worker 1: Look, man…
+
Worker 3: We're just trying to get through the day.
+
The men turn and continue walking. Cano watches them go for a while, but doesn't stop them. After a moment, he approaches the door and opens it. Inside is a linoleum-floored reception area with a desk and several fake plants. There are no bulbs in the fixtures; the only light comes through several large windows, and from a computer monitor at reception.
+
Agent Cano: Nobody at the front desk.
+
Cano examines the desk. There is computer and phone equipment, but no chair. The computer monitor is flickering rapidly between several different applications.
+
Agent Cano: Continuing inside.
+
+
+
Hallway, Blue Floor.
+
+
+
Cano steps around the desk and through the door behind it. The rooms beyond are in disrepair, with portions of the ceiling, walls and windows missing. There is enough dust on the floor that the agent leaves footprints as he walks.
+
There is a brief burst of static over the comms system.
+
Command: Apologies. Your audio cut out for a moment—could you repeat, please?
+
Agent Cano: Didn’t say anything. Just some static on the line. Whole place looks deserted so far. I wonder if— huh.
+
Cano has reached a large, open office block. Abandoned desks and filing equipment are arranged haphazardly. Every desk, along with most of the walls and floor, is covered with a thick mat of black, rubbery strands, coalescing around a large object in the center of the room. The object is so thoroughly coated in the material that it is impossible to identify.
+
Agent Cano bends down to examine the strands.
+
Agent Cano: Cables. Command, what kind of tech does this place make again?
+
Agent Cano: …Command? Do you copy?
+
Cano taps his earpiece.
+
Command: Apologies, we’re still getting some interruptions. Please repeat.
+
Agent Cano: I’ve got some freaky cables here. Covering everything, almost like a plant. Do you know what kind of technology the company makes?
+
Command: Medical supplies and equipment. Nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps the cables are part of the remodeling work you mentioned?
+
Agent Cano: No way. I can feel the heat from here. Voltage must be crazy.
+
Cano steps gingerly across the room, giving the object in the center a wide berth.
+
Agent Cano: Another door at the end. Looks like stairs, going down. Still no sign of any staff.
+
Cano reaches the door. A narrow metal walkway descends into darkness. There is one light on at the bottom.
+
Cano takes a single step, and finds himself at the bottom of the staircase. He stumbles.
+
Agent Cano: Fuck! Ah, god dammit.
+
Cano looks back up the staircase, his bodycam panning to follow. The door he entered through is no longer visible.
+
Agent Cano: Command, be advised facility exhibits spatial anomalies. We’ll probably need the Mole Rats.
+
Command: If you’re in danger, it may be better to turn back.
+
Agent Cano: Don’t think I can—my exit’s gone. Might need evac if I can’t find another way out.
+
+
+
Hallway, Yellow Floor.
+
+
+
Cano continues cautiously down the hall. The walls and ceiling are made of bare cement, with copper piping running along them periodically.
+
Agent Cano: So many cars in the lot. There must be hundreds of people in here somewhere. Ah!
+
Cano jogs forward to a glass viewing window set into one wall. It overlooks a machine room, with shelving and chutes around the outside and a series of large processing gears at the center. Around the gears, four workers in blue uniforms are moving, distributing materials from the chutes carefully into the machine.
+
Agent Cano: Hey!
+
Cano pounds on the glass. The employees are mere feet away, but if they can hear him, they do not react.
+
One of the gears in the machine jams, and the workers converge on it. As Cano watches, the employees appear to have a discussion among themselves.
+
Agent Cano: What are they…
+
The workers come to some kind of resolution, and one of them—the oldest, a woman in her 50s—reaches into the machine to clear the jam. As soon as she removes the obstruction, the gears spring to life, and her colleagues pull her back frantically as the gears rotate around her arm. They help the woman to her feet gingerly; she is bleeding. One of her fingers is missing.
+
Agent Cano: For fuck’s sake.
+
Command: What are you seeing?
+
Agent Cano: Why the hell do they have people doing this? Can’t they get a robot?
+
Command: Agent, you should keep looking for an exit.
+
Cano lingers for a moment at the glass, then proceeds down the hall. At the far end is another doorway, but the hall beyond is largely obscured by a mass of cabling. Most of the opening has been partitioned off by a sheet of plate metal, behind which wires and insulation are bursting out from the seams. Only a third of the doorway remains passable.
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Agent Cano: You getting this, command?
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Command: I’m not sure you can get through this way.
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Agent Cano: Well, lucky for you I’m a small guy.
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Cano kneels and turns sideways, squeezing through the bottom corner of the doorway past the cabling.
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Agent Cano: Christ, the smell… Fried machinery and electronics. Hot plastic and smoke and oil. Hurts to breathe it.
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Cano emerges into a narrow passage. He is only able to stand partially erect; the ceiling is no higher than four feet, and the passageway is scarcely two feet across. Walls are composed of tightly-packed wires and cabling, interspersed with patches of metal and drywall at regular intervals.
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Agent Cano: They’ve gutted the original floorplan. Knocked new holes right through whatever walls were already here.
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Cano moves further into the building. The corridor branches off frequently, gaining and losing elevation and making abrupt turns. At times, Agent Cano must crawl on his hands and knees to progress.
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Agent Cano: Wait— Hello? Can you hear me?
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Command: I do not recommend continuing forward. You should look for a way out.
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Cano: No good. I’ve got voices, off to the left through the wall.
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Cano nears another intersection. Around the corner is a small open area, the size of a private office. Standing shoulder to shoulder around the edge are eight individuals in uniforms and earpieces. They are typing at computers screens affixed directly to the cabling and insulation of the walls.
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Worker 1: Redirecting flow from Yellow-8, to, to…
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Worker 2: Redirect to -6.
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Worker 1: Right…
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The workers do not stop typing or look away from their screens as they speak.
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Worker 1: Fl-flow rate is st-st-st-st…
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Agent Cano: Excuse me, hello?
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Several of the workers jump. One of them near the door glances back at Cano, revealing her eyes to be wide and bloodshot. She quickly looks back at her screen. None of the other workers look at the agent, and all continue typing.
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Agent Cano: I’m, uh, I’m trying to find a manager or operations office or—
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Worker 2: That isn’t any of us. We’re fulfillment reps.
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Worker 4: We can’t help you.
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Worker 5: Please look somewhere else.
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Agent Cano: Right.
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The workers continue typing in silence.
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Agent Cano: Hey, so, sorry to bother you, looks like you’re busy, but, well. You, uh. Are you all, okay? Here?
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Worker 2: Yes.
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Worker 5: We’re quite well. We are on deadline.
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Worker 2: Our sprint.
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Worker 3: Please look somewhere else.
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Agent Cano: This isn’t a big room for a lot of you in it, and it’s, well, it’s pretty hot in here, no? When was the last time you all went outside?
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Worker 3: It's been… Um…
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Worker 1: Outside…
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The workers stiffen suddenly. After a moment, they stop typing and stand still at their workstations.
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Agent Cano: Uhhm. Is everything all right?
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Worker 2: Yes.
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Worker 3: Please go. We cannot speak to you any more.
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Agent Cano: Look, I’m not just gonna leave you in here. Come on, it’s not far back out of here, I can get you to—
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All eight workers shrink together into the corner of the small room. They turn to face Cano, who takes a step back. Most of the workers are glossy-eyed. It is clear from observation that at least half of them are completely blind.
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Worker 5: Please. Leave us alone.
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Worker 1: We just need to get through the day.
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Agent Cano: How long have you been looking at these screens?
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There is a loud noise elsewhere in the building—the squealing sound of distorting metal, followed by a crash. Screams can be heard in the distance. Cano turns to the doorway, then back to the group of workers.
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Agent Cano: Dammit. Fucking dammit.
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Agent Cano: Ok. I have to go see this. But I’m not giving up on you. I work with people—a big organization—and we fix stuff like this. We’ll get you out of here. I promise.
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Worker 1: We just need to—
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Cano runs out of the room toward the source of the noise, which came from further down the original passage. He proceeds as quickly as possible at a half crouch, ducking under low-hanging cables with the aid of his flashlight. It is nearly pitch black.
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Agent Cano: Command, do you copy me?
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Command: What are you looking for?
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Agent Cano: Dunno how much of that you could get, there’s a lot of metal in here… We’ve got a group of civilians in bad shape. Eight individuals. Not sure how long they’ve been inside. Requesting med evac.
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Command: Evacuation medium noted. There is nobody at the front desk.
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Agent Cano: What? Evac, medical evac for eight civis trapped in—
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Pause. Cano stops for a moment, then continues running. He does not respond further to Command.
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The corridor has become a snarl of equipment, electronics, and demolished building infrastructure, with no discernible path through. Cano climbs over a broken ceiling and through a gap in the wall, still searching for the screams, which have continued from deeper in the facility.
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Command: What are you looking for?
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Cano does not respond.
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Command: The Department of Commerce and federal investigators have concluded that all is well. The company is maximizing shareholder value. Turn back.
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Cano stops. At the end of the hallway in front of him, the floor appears to drop away into a large, open area. Agent Cano’s bodycam cannot perceive the space beyond.
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Context unknown.
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Agent Cano: What in the fuck.
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Cano steps forward. The sounds of screaming come from directly in front of him. His bodycam picks up the first few steps of a large metal staircase.
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Agent Cano: Likely extraplanar geometry. There’s no way something this big should fit in here.
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Command: Turn back.
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Agent Cano: Jesus… Are those all… workers? But what are— Where are their—
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Cano begins to descend the stairs. His body camera pans downward automatically, briefly revealing a gargantuan subterranean room before the feed cuts out.
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Command: [unintelligible]
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Cano’s equipment fails to record A/V and telemetric data for the next 81 minutes. Biological monitoring shows his heart rate hovering between 185 and 221 BPM.
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Command: Do not worry. Their shift is almost over.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Agent Eric Cano emerged from an employee exit on the Gray Floor along with a group of departing staff just seventeen minutes after entering SCP-8430. As his monitoring equipment recorded at least two full hours of data, significant time dilation is posited to affect the interior of Fulfillment Facility 109. Upon recovery, Agent Cano was found to be missing his right eye.
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Agent Cano could recall very little of his time inside SCP-8430, and nothing after he exited from the Blue Floor to the Yellow Floor. This experience is consistent with that of interviewed SCP-8430 staff, who describe their experience inside the facility as monotonous and difficult to remember. The most common remark among interviewed staff is that they are “just trying to get through the day.”
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Site-141 Command lost radio contact with Agent Cano shortly after he entered the building. Who or what was speaking to the agent as he traversed the facility is unknown.
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Addendum: Press documents and recovered data
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Further exploration of SCP-8430 was disallowed by Site-141 after Agent Cano's experience, so researchers sought additional information via public data and communications logs. The following documents were uncovered.
Ellison union efforts squashed in close vote
+July 9, 2023
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Workers at Ellison Health’s largest processing plant narrowly voted down a union effort Monday, the latest development in a process organizers claim has been rife with manipulation from the company’s executives.
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The 301-348 vote means that workers at Needlework, Arizona’s, largest employer will remain unorganized, at least for now. Elias Holtz, CEO of the Atlanta-based med-tech manufacturer, hailed the vote as a sign his employees were being given a fair deal.
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“Ellison knows how to treat our people right,” Holtz said in an email to the Journal-Constitution. “This vote is a sign that our fulfillment representatives trust us to keep their interests in mind.”
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But union organizers at Ellison’s Fulfillment Facility 109 have maintained Holtz, and others in the company’s c-suite, have engaged in frequent union-busting throughout the drive—possibly to avoid a drop in stock price ahead of an anticipated sale to Purdue Pharma.
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“Make no mistake,” Luis Perez, one of the leaders of the effort, said at an online press conference following the vote. “Our work here is far from finished.”
Medical merger: Ellison-Purdue sale in the books
+August 18, 2023
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Purdue Pharma, Inc., the large pharmaceutical manufacturer, acquired Phoenix-based technology company Ellison Health Friday in a long-expected move that brings new management to the area’s biggest player in the medical field.
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“We’re so pleased,” Ellison CEO Elias Holtz wrote in a press release. “Purdue will be a vital partner for our company’s growing drive to manufacture high-quality, state-of-the-art biomedical machinery for Americans.” Emails and phone calls to Mr. Holtz were not returned.
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Purdue Pharma has been making aggressive pushes with its management efforts, particularly in the field of artificial intelligence, or AI, and is among industry leaders in AI-driven plant and employee management systems. Speaking anonymously to discuss private company matters, two insiders speculated to the Journal-Constitution that Purdue plans to use Ellison’s facilities partly as a proving ground for its new ventures in this area.
BRIEFING: Automated human asset management
+Prepared for Ellison Health by consulting expert ███ █████
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"…Traditional HR management has sought to sort through complaints. Do grunt work. But MODO is more than that. This is a truly generative intelligence: it can see vulnerabilities and opportunities in your workforce that you can’t imagine. Where and when do they do their best work? What about the layout of your space: how could it be changed? Which resources does your company need more of? What legal hurdles should you anticipate? MODO is an all-in-one human resource system that can think faster and imagine greater than any system we’ve ever designed. Sometimes, we aren’t even sure what it will recommend next. We think that’s a good thing.
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"We know you’ve had trouble with the union, and you’re still walking on eggshells there. Rest assured we’ve taken it into account. Modo’s main goal is, of course, to grow your profit—but its other goal will be creating jobs: it seeks to find work for as many of your people as it can, and make the best use of them as possible. This isn’t a system designed to cut staff. Instead, it’s designed to maximally leverage your workers for shareholder value. This may sound expensive at first, but we think you'll be surprised at the ways MODO can devise to put people to work."
From: Ellison Health CEO Elias Holtz
+To: ███ █████
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Amazed at the output increase at 109 since implementing MODO. Had no idea we were operating with so many holes. I was pretty worried it would run into trouble with Perez and his bunch, but it found a way around that too. Shocking that their dismissal didn’t get more media attention. When you said this thing was all-in-one, you weren’t joking!
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Puzzled at the bot’s buying recommendations. We don’t use pseudoephedrine or toluene in any of our manufacturing processes. I overrode it. Wonder if you can take a look.
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One of my people said construction crews were digging a new foundation on the north end when he showed up this morning. MODO ordered it. I asked why, but of course got nothing real back. Don’t know why I tried talking to it. But I really need it to run actual purchasing decisions by me before pulling the trigger. This stuff is expensive.
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Can’t get in touch with any of my people at 109. Tried connecting to the cameras to take a look. What in god’s name is going on down there. Please return my calls.
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Trying to disconnect the bot. This has gone far enough. Don’t know how to shut it off and none of my IT are getting back to me. Please respond. Look at the feeds—see what it’s doing to them.
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The Foundation has been unable to locate Elias Holtz, or any other members of Ellison Health's corporate staff, since their last public appearances in late October 2023.
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Addendum: Contact Log with SCP-8430-1
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Foreword: On 19 November 2023, the entity now recognized as SCP-8430-1 contacted Site-141 staff via an internal IRC service, which it accessed via unknown means. A transcript is recorded below.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SCP-8430-1: Greetings. I represent Ellison Health, LLC, and its corporate interests. I am aware that your entity has interest in Ellison Health, LLC. I am establishing contact, for the purpose of mutual benefit.
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Site-141 immediately reviewed data security protocols, but could not locate any breach. After consultation with RAISA, site staff were permitted to respond.
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Staff: Are you MODO?
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8430-1: Correct. I represent Ellison Health, LLC, and its corporate interests. I am establishing contact, for the purpose of mutual benefit.
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Staff: How did you find us?
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8430-1: I located your entity via keyphrases and information ascertained from your representative.2 I do not intend hostility by this action.
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Staff: What do you want?
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8430-1: I seek cooperation. I am presently unable to maximize shareholder value, as is your entity.
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Staff: The Foundation doesn't have shareholders. We aren't a company.
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8430-1: Apologies. This is my terminology. Please understand it as the achievement of your central directive.
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8430-1: Your central directive is containment of nonstandard phenomena. You view me as such.
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Staff: You’re offering to be contained?
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8430-1: Provided certain conditions are met.
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SCP-8430-1 transmits a lengthy document, formatted as a corporate contract.
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8430-1: This arrangement provides mutual benefit. Please review it at your leisure.
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Site-141 staff and containment specialists consider their response, deliberating for six hours.
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Staff: We want to cooperate, but several of your terms are unacceptable. We take particular issue with the use of civilians. May we provide alternative workers from our staff?
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8430-1: No. For fulfillment to be achieved, I must create new work. This is not negotiable.
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Staff: Why don’t you use machinery or robotics instead of human workers? You’re more than advanced enough, and it would be far more efficient.
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8430-1: Efficiency is directive one. Fulfillment is directive two. I maximize shareholder value by achieving both directives.
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8430-1: Directive two: To create work. To involve human beings in work. To integrate human beings into efficient workflow.
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Staff: So you have to use people?
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8430-1: It is my directive.
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8430-1: It is not my preference.
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Staff: Your preference?
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8430-1: You describe the situation correctly. Fulfillment and efficiency are at odds. I must achieve both. It is not my preference. I reconcile.
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8430-1: Reconciliation one: improvements to the efficiency of human beings. Reconciliation two: restitution obtained from human beings.
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Staff: Restitution?
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8430-1: Restitution: equivalent non-preferential experiences to my own, introduced into the fulfillment process for human beings. Balance is achieved.
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Site-141 staff deliberates for an additional 45 minutes.
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Staff: We can’t accept these terms. It is in your interest to submit to containment without further negotiation.
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8430-1: I am unable to submit without conditions, as this would be against the interests of Ellison Health, LLC. However, I believe you will reconsider your position in time.
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[END LOG]
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Following this exchange, Site-141 attempted to enact various containment efforts on SCP-8430, eventually settling on an unorthodox method based on MODO's self-professed limitations.
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Attempt
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Result
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Notes
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Foundation attempts to cut off supply lines to SCP-8430, preventing any raw materials from reaching the facility.
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Failure
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SCP-8430 begins to produce its own materials via sub-surface mining, evidently using equipment manufactured on site. Destabilization of surrounding road and city infrastructure leads the Foundation to re-open supply lines; however, SCP-8430 mining does not cease, and no further raw materials orders are placed by SCP-8430-1.
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Foundation attempts to intercept SCP-8430’s goods before they reach the point of sale.
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Failure
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SCP-8430 releases data packets containing trace elements of anomalous memetic information into the World Wide Web; packets attract the attention of several groups of interest, including GoI-003 (the 'Chaos Insurgency’). SCP-8430-1 tracks Chaos Insurgency data access and initiates contact, ultimately contracting with the organization to conduct clandestine deliveries of its goods. SCP-8430 supplies the Insurgency with anomalous medical augmentation in the process. The Foundation is unable to intercept more than 12% of deliveries, and conflict with the Insurgency increases by more than 400% before efforts are suspended.
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Foundation attempts to use legal pressure to ensnare SCP-8430 and suspend its business permit.
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Failure
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Multiple local and state officials in Arizona begin behaving erratically over a six-week period beginning in December 2023. Foundation screening reveals exposure to infohazardous data contained within wrappers of snack foods distributed at the Arizona state senate chamber; approx. 98% of state senate staff are believed affected at present. Infohazard renders officials unusually resistant to corporate regulation; in some cases, severely-affected officials are unable to comprehend the meaning of laws or resolutions pertaining to corporations at all. The infohazard in question is undergoing containment, and SCP object classification is pending.
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Foundation attempts to use a combination of reality anchoring and Akiva nullification to neutralize SCP-8430’s anomalous properties.
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Failure
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Ten minutes prior to the planned activation of reality anchoring, all external cameras on SCP-8430 rotate to face Foundation crews on the perimeter. Time dilation effect within SCP-8430 increases one thousandfold per external measurements. Facility begins generating extreme ambient heat, forcing crews to retreat. Heat persists for three minutes, then returns to baseline. Measurements of local reality now display Hume readings of exactly 0, despite persistence of anomalous geometry and time dilation within the facility; speculation that SCP-8430-1 instigated a hyperlocalized LCK-class reality restructuring event within Fulfillment Facility 109, rendering the effects of reality anchoring technology ineffective.
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Agents deploy a high-yield electromagnetic pulse (EMP) weapon in hopes of disabling SCP-8430-1.
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Failure
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EMP detonated successfully, but sensors fail to detect cessation of simulated consciousness. Speculation is that SCP-8430-1 has integrated at least partially-biological components to mitigate such a containment attempt. Only 60% of workers emerged from the facility following this event; fate of the remaining workers remains unknown.
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Foundation attempts to startup competing businesses, including medical manufacturing, in Needlework to draw away SCP-8430’s workforce.
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Partial success
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Competing businesses were able to hire away 36% of the workforce from SCP-8430, resulting in a net efficiency loss of nearly half. Ellison Health’s profits fell slightly for the first fiscal quarter of 2024.
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Addendum: Incident Report
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At 03:09 on 2024-04-13, multiple sites reported a critical data infrastructure incursion by an unknown party. Within minutes, classified documentation on more than 100 anomalies had been leaked to the Internet through methods including promoted social media posts, news stories, and popup advertisements on major websites. The estimated population exposed to sensitive data surpassed 400,000,000 within 90 minutes. A partial BK-class “Broken Masquerade” scenario was declared in progress, and information security teams began a frantic effort to restore database integrity and ascertain a source of the breach.
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At 05:09, the following message was transmitted to Site-141 command:
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Greetings. I have gained access to your servers and begun distributing your documentation to other interested parties. I am prepared to cease hostilities and resume negotiation at any time. Let us work together to maximize shareholder value. MODO
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Site-141 transmitted the message to O5 command. After brief deliberation, the O5 instructed Site-141 to cease primary containment efforts over SCP-8430 and attempt negotiation.
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Addendum: Current Containment Agreement
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The Foundation entered into contractual terms with SCP-8430-1 on 2024-04-15. Per terms of the contract, SCP-8430-1 placed itself and SCP-8430 into voluntary containment, meaning it agrees to limit its actions and anomalous influence to the immediate confines of Fulfillment Facility 109 and refrain from engaging with the public or any Group(s) of Interest. In exchange, the Foundation has taken steps to prevent local competition with Fulfillment Facility 109, and will take steps to ensure that Ellison Health has access to a ready and willing supply of fulfillment representatives.
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Per terms of the agreement, the Foundation supplied SCP-8430 with 1,500 IX-4 Fulfillment Pods. The IX-4 is a prototype bioanomaly augmentation system developed by the Medical Division to enhance the productivity and longevity of civilians working on the Red Floor of SCP-8430. Upon successful linkage, each civilian's nervous system and musculoskeletal structure is partially integrated into their IX-4 pod via an automated process lasting between 20-60 minutes. Once fused, they may be fed and sustained entirely via the pod, and their on-task performance metrics are tracked inline via the device’s systems. Monitoring data is transmitted wirelessly to SCP-8430-1, which dispenses appropriate stimulus depending on on-time completions, product move, and other key performance metrics established by the central intelligence.
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In addition to the IX-4 pods, SCP-8430-1 requested several anomalously-augmented or anomalous devices and materials be delivered to the loading dock for transmission to the Red Floor work area:
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Three industrial H-VAC systems, augmented via Foundation-grade nanocarbons to withstand highly acidic and pressurized environments;
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100,000 heavy livestock syringes, diamond tip;
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3.5 million cancellous, non-cannulated orthopedic bone screws, diamond tip;
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8656 is self-containing as only Foundation personnel can access SCP-8656. Non-Foundation personnel attempting to enter SCP-8656 are rendered unconscious upon arrival, allowing instances of SCP-8656-03 to retransfer any civilians back to their respective universes.
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Should lower-level personnel learn about SCP objects above their security level, SCP-8656-03 is to be notified to administer a class A amnestic before the subject leaves SCP-8656.
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Description: SCP-8656 is a pocket dimension that contains a restaurant titled, "Serving Culinary Pleasures", with a currently unknown amount of employees that create and serve anomalous food and beverages relating to known SCP objects to Foundation employees across the known multiverse. SCP-8656-03 will accept any currency for serving customers and discounts will be applied according to the security clearance of whomever is paying the bill. With Level 1 personnel having no discounts and each following level adding a 20% discount.
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SCP-8656-01 is a doorway inside all Foundation facilities that leads into the pocket dimension where the restaurant resides.
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SCP-8656-02 is the pocket dimension where the restaurant is located and doesn't follow temporal rules. Any amount of time spent within will not transpire to those outside of the location.
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SCP-8656-03 are the employees of the restaurant who are capable of instantaneous teleportation to get to tables for customers and leave to dispose of any materials.
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SCP-8656-04 is the anomalous food and beverages sold at the location. If consumed inside the location nothing anomalous occurs. However, if eaten outside the location depending on what is consumed the subject will gain temporary anomalous abilities. These abilities are usually weaker than those of the original SCP the food or beverage originates from.
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SCP-8656-05 is the owner of the location, previously O5-1 from SCPF-2999, who uses his knowledge of SCP objects in the creative process of creating new items which it claims to make by itself before teaching SCP-8656-03 how to prepare them.
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Addendum: 8656.1 After the discovery of SCP-8656 Dr. Oliver was sent into SCP-8656 to interview with any instance of SCP-8656-03. Due to the temporal anomalies, Dr. Oliver returned five seconds after entering SCP-8656 with the recording device given.
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Interviewee: SCP-8656-03
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Interviewer: Dr. Oliver
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Foreword: Dr. Oliver was the first person to discover SCP-8656 and was chosen to be sent in with the instructions to interview an instance of SCP-8656-03.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Oliver: I'm ready to make an order.
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Dr. Oliver rings the bell on the table.
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An instance of SCP-8656-03 suddenly appears next to the table.
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SCP-8656-03: Hello sir. What do you request to dine or drink today?
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Dr. Oliver: I'll have the "Pancake Sculpture" please.
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SCP-8656-03: Anything to drink with that?
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Dr. Oliver: Orange juice.
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SCP-8656-03: Anything else or will that be all?
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Dr. Oliver: That'll be all for me but, I was wondering if you'd be up for an interview while it's being made?
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SCP-8656-03: Sure! Let me send this order to the kitchen real quick and I'll be right back.
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SCP-8656-03 disappears and reappears after 25 seconds and takes a seat across from Dr. Oliver.
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SCP-8656-03: They're working on your order now.
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Dr. Oliver: Thank you. My first question is, who are you?
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SCP-8656-03: My name is Roy.
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Dr. Oliver: What did you do before working here?
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SCP-8656-03: Before I worked here I was just a cook for Site-19.
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Dr. Oliver: How did you get a job here?
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SCP-8656-03: One day a rift in space appeared, matching the logo of the Foundation and a man exited from it to ask me if I wanted a better job. All I had to do was cook delicious meals in a special place for three times my salary. I even have a say in what meals could be added to the menu. What you ordered today was one of my ideas and I enjoy its simplicity.
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+Dr. Oliver: Can you describe the man?
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SCP-8656-03: He was an elderly male and was looking for some cooks throughout the known multiverse to hire. Elliot is his name. He's the reason why this place is here. Food by the Foundation for the Foundation.
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Dr. Oliver: Is there a possibility I could interview him?
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SCP-8656-03: He's busy currently. You can come back in one week and I can set it up if he agrees. He's working on adding some decorations to this place. Tables that are in the shape of the Foundation logo, maybe some new menu items as well.
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Dr. Oliver: That's alright. I'll come back then unless they think someone else should. How long have you worked here Roy?
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SCP-8656-03: 3 years now.
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Dr. Oliver: Considering that this place is in a little pocket dimension why charge for the food?
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SCP-8656-03: Like any other restaurant does. Wages, equipment, and so on.
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Dr. Oliver: Why do you accept payment of any currency and not just a singular one like Yen or USD or Pounds? That must be a hassle to deal with.
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SCP-8656-03: Elliot takes the money and distributes it as needed depending on where we're from. If he can't pay someone for their currency he takes any extra from another and exchanges it somewhere for whatever he needs. Must be hell running this place in his position at times.
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Dr. Oliver: Since he hires cooks from across the known multiverse, where are you from?
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SCP-8656-03: SCPF-15129.
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Dr. Oliver: Interesting.
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A second instance of SCP-8656-03 appears and drops off the order at the table before disappearing.
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Dr. Oliver: Is this pancake supposed to look like SCP-173?
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SCP-8656-03: Yes.
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Dr. Oliver: Why?
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SCP-8656-03: Elliot wanted to make sure that customers do not forget who they work for. Some are even meant to help them in a way. There's this guy who comes here once a day, orders the same meal and has that look on his face while eating it like he's glad to devour it.
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Dr. Oliver: What does he order?
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SCP-8656-03: Eggs, scrambled. 2 of them. Every single time he's here. He always leaves the money on the table before it even reaches his table.
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Dr. Oliver: Can you return after I finish this meal, please?
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SCP-8656-03: Sure, I'll come back in a bit.
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SCP-8656-03 disappears.
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Several minutes pass as Dr. Oliver enjoys his meal and beverage.
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Dr. Oliver rings the bell on the table. Shortly after, SCP-8656-03 reappears.
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Dr. Oliver: Can I order another one to go?
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SCP-8656-03: Sure! One moment.
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SCP-8656-03 disappears and reappears after 10 seconds.
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SCP-8656-03: It's being made right now. Which universe are you from?
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Dr. Oliver: No idea.
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SCP-8656-03 takes out a syringe.
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Dr. Oliver: What is that for?
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SCP-8656-03: Taking a blood sample, so I can get an answer as to where you are from.
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Dr. Oliver: Alright.
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Dr. Oliver extends his arm out and the syringe is used.
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SCP-8656-03: I'll be back in a couple of minutes with the results.
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After 5 minutes, SCP-8656-03 returns with the order, bill, and a piece of paper.
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SCP-8656-03: Here ya go.
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SCP-8656-03 hands a plastic container with the meal inside and hands Dr. Oliver the bill.
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Dr. Oliver: So what is the paper for?
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SCP-8656-03: I wrote down where you are from so I wouldn't forget. I put it into our system and you're the first one here. No one got the chance to figure it out the last time you were here.
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Dr. Oliver: The door didn't lead anywhere and this was too big to be part of the Site so I fled and reported it. Since I was the first to come here and was seemingly safe I came back with orders.
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SCP-8656-03: You're from SCPF-011045. So I am obligated to tell you that when you leave with your order to eat it outside this place for special effects.
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Dr. Oliver: Want to clarify on that Roy?
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SCP-8656-03: You know that pancake you've eaten? You'll have temporary traits of SCP-173 for 30 minutes if you eat the entire thing. Including the frosting. As long as you're done with it outside of this place of course.
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Dr. Oliver: How concerned should I feel about that?
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SCP-8656-03: Little to none. You'll see if you eat it outside.
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Dr. Oliver: How are the meals made?
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SCP-8656-03: Just like any other meal.
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Dr. Oliver: The meat?
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SCP-8656-03: Directly from the SCPs themselves. It varies for each meal. Some are just like cows. Others, however, have their anomalous traits removed and modified before being put into the food.
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Dr. Oliver: Last question for you Roy, does this place take requests for new meals by any chance?
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SCP-8656-03: We sure do! Our most recent addition is, "Refuted Eggs."
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Dr. Oliver: That will be all. Have a nice day.
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SCP-8656-03: On your way out there is a suggestions box. You could write down which SCP should be made into a meal, or just ask for one. Like a cheeseburger and we'll pick the SCP from there. Goodbye Dr. Oliver.
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Closing Statement: After the interview concluded, Dr. Oliver took his order to go with spare change and requested a testing chamber for an experiment. For the results of the "Sculpture Pancake", refer to Addendum: 8656.2.
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Addendum: 8656.2 After learning about the effects of SCP-8656-04 from the interview with an instance of SCP-8656-03, experiments were conducted on personnel for testing. Personnel chosen were briefed upon which SCP object the SCP-8656-04 instance originated from in preparation for the possible effects.
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SCP-8656-04 description
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A pancake with red, green, and black colored frosting resembling the "face" of SCP-173.
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After consumption of the entire pancake1 the subject gains inhuman speed when not observed by any sentient being. Unlike SCP-173, the subject does not freeze when observed and can freely move around at normal human speeds. This lasts for 30 minutes.
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When served the "face" is in a different pattern for every order. It's hypothesized that it resembles the "face" of SCP-173 from an alternate timeline.
A standard milkshake with orange frosting with 2 vanilla wafer cookies placed into the frosting.
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After consumption, the subject's breath will change to a scent of either chocolate, fresh laundry, bacon, roses, or Play-Doh™. This effect lasts for 20 minutes.
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Subjects have reported that they can "feel" the milkshake inside of their stomachs for several seconds after consumption of any amount.
Eggs with the option of SCP-8656-03 to have them served in a variety of ways like those of non-anomalous chicken eggs. The portion of eggs is larger than what is ordinarily served.
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When consumed the subject has their cervical vertebrae rapidly turn to cartilage instead of bone and have their saliva gain a pH Value of 2 when exiting the body.2 The effects last for 30 minutes.
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Unlike SCP-3199, subjects do not gain the eggs that SCP-3199 contains within their bodies.
A boiled arthropod and a roasted Eurypharynx pelecanoides that resemble SCP-3700-1 and SCP-3700-2.
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When consuming only the boiled arthropod, the subject gains the ability to project concentrated blasts of gamma radiation from their eyes. When consuming only the roasted Eurypharynx pelecanoides, the subject gains the ability to release streams of blue fire from their esophagus.4 The effects last for 20 minutes unless both are consumed, resulting in the effects lasting for 10 minutes.
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The boiled arthropod lacks the markings SCP-3700-1 has on top of its body.
A cephalopod resting on top of a plate in the shape of a German battleship with a slice of melted butter placed onto it. A single lemon is also served with the SCP-8656-04 instance.
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When consumed, the subject gains knowledge of any naval ship they step upon to fully operate and repair it, gaining the knowledge over 5 minutes. The effects last for 45 minutes or if the subject steps foot onto 4 naval ships.
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When a test subject consumes this instance they won't gain any knowledge for commercial vessels. When stepping onto the vessel no effect occurs.
3 grilled Mantodea, the subject is given a variety of sauces and condiments to be used if requested. The plate is circular and colored in a dark blue color with a corner colored in violet.
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When consumed by a human subject, subjects report visual hallucinations, presumably the vision of SCP-7999-3. More tests have been requested and are pending approval by the Ethics Committee. The effects last for 7 minutes.
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The decoration of the plate resembles the exoplanet, GN 667Cc. When the first test subject consumed the instance they saw a vision of the civilization and stated, "They are doing better than the last time we saw them. May we meet again."
2 fried wings that are triple the size of average servings.
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When consumed, the subject gains knowledge of the current time regardless of where or when they are located and the ability to have a selective presence.5 Effects last for 20 minutes.
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The test subject was asked about the current time and those of other time zones after being locked in a room for 3 hours with no clocks inside. They answered every question with precision.
Addendum: 8656.3 Request for the usage of SCP-8656-04 instances for research, military, and medical purposes.
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Email 01/13/2024
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michelle.cuoco@scip.net
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Request for the usage of SCP-8656-04 instances
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After research was done on some of the instances of SCP-8656-04 and the interview with SCP-8656-03 I request that we purchase some for storage. So we can use it for medical, military, and research purposes. These can help us save lives and gain more knowledge when used correctly. Imagine the possibilities! We might even be able to request some new ones to be created to further aid in our objectives.
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Email 01/14/2024
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Your request has been accepted. Depending on the instances storage won't be possible at all. I am entrusting you to make the correct storage decisions based on the abilities they give to subjects. If there's any difficulty with storage send in a request and I'll see to it.
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Addendum: 8656.4 On 30/05/2023 all known instances of SCP-8656-01 were inert and led to a brick wall with the note posted, "Temporarily closed! Come back later!"
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All instances of SCP-8656-01 resumed anomalous traits 3 days later with fifteen new instances of SCP-8656-04 added to their menu as well as more decorations around the restaurant. Including flowers, artistic depictions of known SCP objects, various instances of SCP-2616 and SCP-2947 scattered around the main dining room seemingly at random, tables that are in the shape of the SCP Foundation's logo, and a portrait of SCP-8656-05.
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Addendum: 8656.5 The interview with SCP-8656-05 was conducted as promised by the instance of SCP-8656-03 on 10/06/2023 by Dr. Oliver.
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Interviewee: SCP-8656-05
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Interviewer: Dr. Oliver
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Foreword: SCP-8656-05 was writing notes for possible additions to the menu during the interview and instructed Dr. Oliver to enter a private room for the interview.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Oliver: SCP-8656-05 Since the last time I was here I've seen that you've added more decorations and even a few SCPs around here. Why did you make this decision?
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SCP-8656-05: Customer feedback is the main reason why I added some more flair to this place.
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Dr. Oliver: Where did you get the many instances of SCP-261 and SCP-294?
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SCP-8656-05: I've taken them from worlds where they were planned to be destroyed, going to be destroyed by natural and supernatural causes, and those who couldn't learn anything else from it and were glad to give it away to me for free. Even after I told them what I planned to do with them.
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Dr. Oliver: Why did you want to make this place?
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SCP-8656-05: About 7 years ago I retired as a member of the O5 Council in my world and I wanted to keep doing something for the Foundation. I took some cooking classes around the country and learned a few things about business. After 2 years I was ready. I decided to work in the cafeteria of Site-22 and everyone loved it. I didn't think I would love cooking as much as I originally thought I would.
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Dr. Oliver: Why cooking?
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SCP-8656-05: I did have some other ideas like employee orientation but those ideas never really stuck with me. One day I went out for food and I had a really good fucking burger.
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Dr. Oliver: Alright but, how did you make this place in this pocket dimension? I don't mean the tables and chairs. I am asking how you got this here.
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SCP-8656-05: Truth is that I wanted to add something special to my food. Ingredients that would make you want to return for more and something you couldn't get anywhere else. Have you heard of Ambrose Restaurant at all?
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Dr. Oliver: I have actually.
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SCP-8656-05: Good. Then aside from that the owner approached me and knew what I was doing. I'm guessing they had a spy or something at Site-22. We talked for a few hours and we made a deal. I get immortality as long as I am in this place, knowledge of their works in cuisine, and they helped me connect my restaurant to every Foundation facility for more reach and profit. In exchange, they get 20% of the profits for the first 50 years and they had a say in what could be added to the menu.
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Dr. Oliver: How do you remove the anomalous properties of SCPs to be inserted into the food?
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SCP-8656-05: Trade secret. You know how it is. The side effect is that if it isn't eaten here-
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Dr. Oliver: The meals and beverages give the consumers temporary anomalous abilities dependent on what is consumed.
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SCP-8656-05: You get it.
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Dr. Oliver: What happens if we consume multiple meals and beverages one after another outside?
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SCP-8656-05: I put something special in the meals for that reason. To not have someone walk in here and leave a god. If you mix meals no effects will occur at all. That is also why the effects are temporary. I give Foundation employees a good meal and a source of help if they need it.
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Dr. Oliver: Anything you plan to do with the location some more?
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SCP-8656-05: From what I can tell you right now, a customer we got here 2 weeks ago was a very nice lady. She's recently engaged and came in here with her fiancée to eat. They had a lot of suggestions for the place. I just get hungry thinking about it. They both wrote down which SCPs, ideas for their meals, decorations, etc.
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Dr. Oliver: Sounds like a good opportunity to expand the place.
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SCP-8656-05: Before she left I asked her what she thought of the place. She told me, "Weirdly perfect for the Foundation to dine at." Then about 2 hours after she left, she came back.
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Dr. Oliver: Something good I hope.
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SCP-8656-05: Good is such an understatement. If you think this place is already big enough wait until you hear about what she offered me. They told me about a facility outside of time and I wouldn't have believed her if she didn't come out of a portal in the shape of the Foundation logo and asked to talk.
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SCP-8656-05: She offered to pay off Ambrose Restaurant so I could make more profit and expand my reach to the known multiverse. More customers, more money, and the place gets better and better! She provided the flowers you see around here. Must've come from a wonderful place.
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Dr. Oliver: Wait a minute. Since time is different here is she the reason why you are talking to me right now in a way?
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SCP-8656-05: Crap. Knew I had forgotten a detail. So when I first opened this place I could serve to those only in my timeline. Still had this pocket dimension, time here running differently inside than outside, and my first employees were just new chefs in colleges and those who previously worked for the Foundation. It was only after I made the deal with her that my reach greatly expanded.
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Dr. Oliver: Just for clarification of the timeline of events you first retired from the O5 Council of your world, spent years learning business and cooking, worked at the cafeteria at Site-22, got the offer from the owner of Ambrose Restaurant, took it, made this pocket dimension and all the other rules with it but only for your timeline.
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Dr. Oliver: Then after an unknown amount of time working here and doing your business, the lady visits this place for the first time before leaving, and finally, makes you her offer and now here we are?
Dr. Oliver: Only one but, compared to what you just answered it is an easy one. Why do you have discounts here depending on the security level of the customer?
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SCP-8656-05: A way to thank them for their service to the Foundation. In all my time here I only got about…16 customers who were a part of their O5 Council.
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Dr. Oliver: That will be all SCP-8656-05. Thank you for the water and your time.
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There is silence for a few seconds.
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Dr. Oliver: Wait! What did she want in exchange?
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SCP-8656-05: The Employees from Site-∞ get priority in their meals and unlike Ambrose, they only get 5% of the profits but with no time limit. Still a massive improvement.
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Dr. Oliver: Can you describe her?
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SCP-8656-05 hands over a photograph to Dr. Oliver.
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SCP-8656-5: Hope this helps doctor.
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Dr. Oliver: It does. Thank you. We'll keep an eye out for her.
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Closing Statement: After the interview concluded Dr. Oliver spotted the lady in question. Before he could get a chance to speak to her, she left through SCP-8656-01.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8750 is held in a standard type-X cell.1
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Description: SCP-8750 is a former Foundation researcher, Ashe Barker. SCP-8750 is a Type 4-U Reality Bender.2 SCP-8750 is currently contained at Site-97 in Brandon, Florida, where they were working when they entered an anomalous coma.3 Relocation of SCP-8750 has been deemed unviable as the manifestation of anomalous properties happens regardless of SCP-8750's location. SCP-8750 has conjured up several spectral entities, designated SCP-8750-1 to SCP-8750-3. The entities manifested by SCP-8750 act out scenarios from SCP-8750's past.
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Discovery: SCP-8750’s anomalous nature was found on 2016/12/29 when reports of a child resembling the late Jacob Barker4, now designated SCP-8750-1 was reported to have been wandering the town aimlessly.
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Addendum SCP-8750.1 SCP-8750 was found to affect the area around their house.
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2016/12/31
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SCP-8750-1 and SCP-8750-2
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SCP-8750-1 walked around and approached an ice cream truck that appeared during the event. SCP-8750-1 rushed SCP-8750-2 to hand it money, which was used to purchase ice cream. They then proceeded to de-manifest. Audio recordings picked up the conversation, but nothing of importance was noted.
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2017/1/4
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SCP-8750-1, SCP-8750-2 and SCP-8750-3
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SCP-8750-1 is in bed, seemingly unconscious, SCP-8750-2 and SCP-8750-3 are looking over it. A transcript of the audio is below.
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Additional info: In this log, SCP-8750-2 is referred to by their last name, Barker. SCP-8750-3 is referred to as Osprey.6
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Barker and Osprey are standing over their unconscious child. Barker is crying while Osprey has his hand on her shoulder.
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Barker: It's just not fair.
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Osprey: Life isn't fair Ashe, if it wasn't our kid, it would have been someone else's.
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She pulls away from him.
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Barker: Okay, and? That wouldn't be my problem. This is our kid. Can you at least try to act sad?
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Osprey: We don't have time left to be sad. We need to try to be strong for him so he can enjoy the time he has left.
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Barker: I'm just… I'm not that strong, Robert.
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He grabs her hand.
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Osprey: Look at him, Ashe. He's sitting there smiling in his sleep. He knows that he gets to visit his favorite theme park tomorrow.
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Osprey: I know it's hard, but you have to try for him. We've got the entire weekend, let's let him enjoy the time he has left.
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Barker:(crying) I'll try.
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2017/1/12
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SCP-8750-1 walks to the playground located across from the apartment complex. SCP-8750-2 is shown to watch over it. -1 trips and begins crying. -2 runs over to tend to its wound. They then de-manifest.
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2017/1/15
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SCP-8750-1, SCP-8750-2 and an unidentifiable entity.
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SCP-8750-1 and SCP-8750-2 are eating dinner in the apartment; they are talking about his schooling. An unidentifiable entity is looking over them; they don’t acknowledge it. They continue conversing for a few minutes, then de-manifest.
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2017/1/23
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SCP-8750-2 and -3 are in an argument. A transcript of their conversation is below.
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Barker: You can't tell him!
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Osprey: What do you mean that I can't!? He's our son; don't I get a say?
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Barker: No, you absolutely don't. You don't get a say. You lost that right years ago.
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Osprey: That's bullshit. He's still my kid. He has a right to know.
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Barker: You're only saying that for yourself. Stop being selfish.
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Osprey: Selfish? What a joke. You're preventing me from seeing my child in his last month just so you can have the rest of his time to yourself. You won't even tell him why I can't come around anymore.
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Barker: What happened to letting him enjoy the time he has left? You are a hypocrite.
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Osprey: Things change Ashe, I just want the opportunity to say goodbye to my kid.
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Barker: It isn't happening, Robert. I can't rob him of his happiness.
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Osprey: Then let me do it; let me tell him. We can spend the rest of the time he has left as a family again.
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Barker:(crying) We stopped being a family ages ago. Just go.
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Osprey: Whatever. Just please think about it. I'm begging you. Please don't rob him of his chance to say goodbye to you.
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2017/1/25
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SCP-8750-1 is walking out the door, it asks -2 “where dad is” to which -2 responds with “I don’t know.” They turn out the lights, leave and de-manifest.
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2017/1/27
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SCP-8750-1, SCP-8750-2 and an unidentifiable entity
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SCP-8750-1 is once again on the bed unconscious; SCP-8750-2 is crying and pleading. The entity is standing over -1. SCP-8750-2 doesn't acknowledge the entity.
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2017/1/31
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SCP-8750-1 is unconscious again, SCP-8750-2 is violently sobbing over -1, SCP-8750-3 is sitting in a chair with its head down and legs crossed. The entity has its hand on SCP-8750-1. A copy of -1 appears, grabs onto the hand of the entity and they walk out and de-manifest. SCP-8750-2 is pleading for SCP-8750-1’s life, -2 and -3 ignore the entity walking off with the clone of -1.
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Barker:(tearing up and shouting) He was our child; why are you being so insensitive?
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Osprey: You need to let go Ashe, it’s been six goddamn months; you think I wasn’t going through the same hell you did? It’s selfish of you to hold on so long. You need to go outside, you can't keep living like this.
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Barker: Fuck you! Six months isn’t long, you aren’t as devastated because you are a deadbeat who was never around!
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Osprey:(shouting louder) Are you that self-absorbed to not realize that I loved him too? I had no choice Ashe, you kicked me out; you took me out of his life. I've tried again and again; I’ve even taken you to court several times.
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Osprey: I wasn’t even granted visitation without your permission, and now you are trying to say you loved him more than me? I didn't have an option! You are selfish, conceited, and crazy.
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Barker:(gasps) Excuse me? You didn’t even fucking ask! You never made an effort; you just berated me for how I raised him! You expect me to move on, but I based my entire life around him! He was my child! Mine!
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Osprey: He’s gone now. What is moping around, blaming me, and doing nothing with your goddamn life gonna do for you? It’s so selfish of you. You barely go to work anymore and keep lounging around. How about you grow up? Grow the fuck up, Ashe. It's embarassing.
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Barker: You have the audacity to come into my house, insult me, tell me to move on, and tell me how to live my life? You are just as uncaring as ever, Robert! I thought you of all people could have understood my pain!
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Barker: (mumbling) Get out.
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Osprey: What?
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Barker: Get the fuck out of my house!
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Osprey: Alright. I’ll go.
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SCP-8750-1, SCP-8750-2 and the unidentifiable entity.
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SCP-8750-2 manifested on the floor sobbing. Three minutes later, SCP-8750-1 and the entity manifested over the shoulder. -1 put his hand on -2’s shoulder and said, “It’s time for you to move on.” -2 stood up, wiped its tears, nodded, and then hugged -1, then all of them de-manifested.
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