Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-020 are stored in a series of sealed cultivation chambers inside a sealed containment room at Biological Research Area-12 which is accessible only via airlock. Nutrients are administered via automated robotic systems, as the cultivation chamber must remain sealed at all times.
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Hermetically sealed video surveillance cameras are installed within the containment room, and must be checked daily for integrity. Any personnel entering the containment room must wear Biosafety Level 5 equipment including rebreathers and undergo full anti-fungal disinfection upon exiting.
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Description: SCP-020 is a fast-spreading fungal organism that is capable of affecting the senses and behavior of living creatures, including humans. Samples of SCP-020 exhibit an unknown effect that renders them effectively invisible to direct observation, even when under a microscope. SCP-020 is only visible to humans when viewed through photographic or video surveillance.
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Once SCP-020 forms a colony, usually within a human residence, it will produce spores that affect the behavior of humans around it. Affected subjects will increase the heat and humidity within their homes to create an environment more suitable to the growth of SCP-020. Affected subjects also become more sociable in many cases, and often invite acquaintances to their homes to further spread the organism. As the spores and mold colonies are invisible to affected subjects, the mold may sometimes grow directly on living subjects.
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A civilian infected with SCP-020 colonies.
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As the spores and colonies within a home approach critical concentration, the health of affected human subjects will rapidly deteriorate, resulting in death. Further spread of the mold may occur as the bodies of any deceased subjects are encountered by emergency responders and health care agents, as well as transportation of the bodies to local morgues.
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SCP-020 was first encountered in [REDACTED], where an undercover SCP agent noted dramatic personality changes in personnel working at the local hospital. Upon investigation by a containment team, it was discovered that almost ███ civilians had been infected, as well as a majority of the town. The civilian population was terminated, and the town incinerated under cover of a local flash forest fire.
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To date, over 12 outbreaks of SCP-020 have been reported. Investigations are currently underway to determine the source of these outbreaks and possible preventative measures.
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Addendum 020-01: Excerpts from the audio/video mission recorders of Mobile Task Force Eta-10 ("See No Evil") during the initial containment of SCP-020 on [REDACTED].
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T2-Lead: Team Two moving to the red house.
+T2-COM: Copy, UAV One is picking up one heat signature.
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T2-Lead: Team Two in place, ready to br— [Expletive]!
+T2-2: Door opening!
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At this point, a civilian woman appeared in the doorway, holding a kitchen knife. Video surveillance showed that nearly two-thirds of her face was covered by mold growths.
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Civilian Woman: Well… hello there, gentlemen… care to take a breather inside?
+T2-Lead: On the ground! Drop the weapon!
+Civilian Woman: Don't be silly! Come on in and… stay a while…
+T2-Lead: Stop where you are! DROP THE WEAPON!
+Civilian Woman: We… we just want to have some guests… please… come in…
+T2-2: Drop the [Expletive] weapon!
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Civilian Woman: [DATA EXPUNGED]
+T2-Lead: Open fire, open fire!
Special Containment Procedures: See testing document SCP-093-T1 for outline of testing conditions. SCP-093 must remain on a mirror at all times and under video surveillance. Admittance into the area of SCP-093's containment must be authorized only with proper video recording and subject retrieval procedures in place. Any attempt to use SCP-093 outside of an approved test will be dealt with severely, up to and including termination.
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Description: SCP-093 is a primarily red disc carved from a stone composite resembling cinnabar, with circular engravings and unknown symbols carved at 0.5 cm depth around the entire object. Deeper cuts are present on SCP-093 with a depth of 1 to 1.5 cm. SCP-093 is 7.62 cm in diameter and fits comfortably into most palms without abrasion. SCP-093 will change hue when held by a living individual. The colors taken by SCP-093 are still being researched to establish a link. Current belief holds that the changes depend upon regrets carried by the holder.
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If SCP-093 is removed from a mirror and not held by a person, it will seek out the nearest mirror-like surface. SCP-093 has been observed to travel in the largest possible circle while rolling, building up phenomenal speed. The mechanism of this acceleration is currently unknown. If an obstacle is between SCP-093 and the nearest mirror-like surface, it will use this momentum to punch through the obstacle and continue on its course at this speed. It will only stop when a mirror-like surface is contacted. Despite tremendous impact velocities, no damage will be dealt to SCP-093 or the mirror.
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Additional Notes: No records exist to clarify the nature of SCP-093's discovery or presence in the Foundation. See SCP-093-OD. Since no records exist explaining SCP-093's method of containment, a test procedure was initiated to establish why mirrors must be used to contain it. The results of SCP-093-T1 lead to the discovery of living beings holding SCP-093 being able to move through mirrors and the series of tests in SCP-093-T2 to ascertain the destination reached through this travel.
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SCP-093 Original Documentation
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Item #: SCP-093
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-093 is to be kept on a silver lined mirror on a 0.3x0.23m (1ftx9in) pedestal at least 1.22m (4ft) off the ground floor in containment cell block ████. Object is not to be contained in areas exceeding 3.66x3.05m (12x10ft) nor placed on mahogany, pine, cherry or aluminum pedestals above or below level 1 of containment cell block ████. Object can be handled safely, albeit gently, without consequences. Tests and consequences thereof involving containment conditions can be viewed in Section-B:35-1 of the attached report.
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Description: Object was found on the shore of the Red Sea, 30 Jan 1968, emitting a low sigh and a dim blue gleam. Its color has since turned into an orange mix of red only emitting a hum of varying volume whilst in the presence of female examiners of ages between 34 and 41. SCP-093 resembled the documented blue for 54:34 at 1:23 on 26 April 1986 coincidentally when the body of 194-9834 was discovered in Research Facility █████.
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Ties between 194-9834 and SCP-093 remain inconclusive and effects of prolonged exposure to 093 remain unknown except for infrequent reports of periods of calmness and in the case of 242-0049 as periodic waves of depression, loss of balance and thoughts of suicide. These feelings have reportedly not exceeded eleven days in duration. Object seemed to react to the presence of 242-0056 by turning light violet for no more than 2:09, as documented on 12 March 1993. Effects of this reaction remain unknown.
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Additional Notes: Origins of 093 remain unknown and documents of recovery of 093 have since been destroyed in a fire in Research Facility █████, 09 December 1989. Reports on the feelings of researchers who handled 093 have remained inconsequential since 19 April 1995.
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SCP-093-T1: Containment Test
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Testing of SCP-093 against conditions set forth for existing containment procedures to assess viability of continuing such containment. Beginning with changing the type of mirror used as a position of rest:
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Mirrored surface, brass frame, retail-grade mirror: SCP-093 rests without activity when placed on the mirror. This test alone removes the need for costly silver or wooden containment systems.
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Standard-grade table: SCP-093 turns upright and begins to roll across the table surface in one direction, making a U-turn and rolling to the other, completing an oval shape and repeating this action until a mirror is brought into vicinity of it, at which time SCP-093 rolls toward the mirror and lays flatways against it, sliding toward the center. It is noted that despite the grainy feel of SCP-093, it does not mark the mirror in any fashion while moving across it.
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Two mirrors at either end of a standard-grade table: SCP-093 gravitates toward the closer mirror regardless of orientation and makes no distinction between different types of mirrors, favoring a factor of distance above all else in choosing the mirror to move to.
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A mirror held by a person and moved around: SCP-093 follows the mirror as it moves, gaining speed until a maximum velocity of ██████ is reached. At any velocity, the impact of SCP-093 against a mirrored surface results in no damage to either object.
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A person holding SCP-093 placing it on a mirror: This test was accidental, the result of one of the staff tripping another after some debate about who would be covering the lunch tab. As a result of the behavior of the researchers, it was discovered that a person holding SCP-093 and placing it against a mirror will in fact move into the mirror.
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Addendum: Containment testing discontinued after establishing that SCP-093 requires only a mirror to rest inert. Testing on human interaction with mirrors while holding SCP-093 authorized by Dr. █████.
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SCP-093-T2 : Mirror Test
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Testing Protocols: Subjects testing SCP-093 must wear a Class 3 buckle harness strapped to the chest and attached to a tension pulley system allowing for 300 m (~1000 ft) of movement. Additional spools may be added to extend movement if necessary. The clasps connecting these spools must be high grade and capable of withstanding applied force of 0.2 tons.
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A field kit containing the following should be standard issue for testing of SCP-093:
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One (1) wrist mounted light source with three (3) hours lifespan and additional power sources providing up to six (6) additional hours.
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Four (4) 0.5 L water bottles with water.
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Four (4) MREs of any type, plus two (2) plain granola bars (chocolate chips allowed).
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One (1) standard-issue Beretta 9mm firearm with twenty-four (24) rounds of ammunition, loaded. This is not to be issued until subject has passed into a mirror using SCP-093 and should be given under armed supervision ensuring that the subject passes through entirely. This item is to be requisitioned first upon subject's return and subject to be made aware of this before leaving line of sight within SCP-093's mirror.
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One (1) standard-issue field knife. The subject is not to be made aware of this item and must find it on his own within the kit.
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The subject must also be attached to a video system, with a camera mounted on the subject's head or shoulders. The video device should be cable based and allow for the same length of travel as the return system. Wireless cameras have shown mixed results and should only be used in testing conditions where SCP-093 is a currently known color. New colors must be tested using wired feed.
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During testing, the color of SCP-093 must be recorded, as well as history of the subject in terms of their incarceration to identify how SCP-093 determines the color to assume. A link appears to be connected to guilt or a lack thereof in the subject's psyche. The attached test results should be read in order.
The following data has been classified. Personnel requesting this data must read all declassified test data and have the approval of two (2) Class-4 Personnel
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Special Containment Procedures: Documents known to be written by personnel infected with SCP-1059 are to be re-written by uninfected researchers. Personnel known to be infected with SCP-1059 are to be treated with counter-memetic therapy and removed from duty until they show no further signs of infection. They are to afterwards be monitored for signs of relapse. Individuals outside the Foundation found to be carrying SCP-1059 are to be treated with Class-A amnestics if practical, or otherwise removed from positions where they can potentially infect others.
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Description: SCP-1059 is a memetic compulsion to hide, censor, or otherwise obscure information when communicating with others. It is most prevalent in those already dealing with classified or sensitive material.
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Infected subjects will, when conveying information, find that apparently random pieces of information will seem disproportionately important. This information will be treated as though it is at the highest level of classification the writer is familiar with. They will do so even after the information has been shown to be relatively harmless, or even vital to those reading the resulting material.
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SCP-1059 is spread by reading infected material or discussion with infected individuals. Those most at risk are those still learning classification procedures. Infection can be easily prevented by maintaining a solid grounding in the rules and regulations governing classified material within the organization.
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SCP-1059 was discovered at the National Security Agency when a discrepancy was noticed by Agent Jameson, a Foundation operative embedded in NSA headquarters in Ft. Meade, Maryland. Documents originating from certain offices were being classified at Top Secret, regardless of their actual content. After other possible causes were ruled out, further investigation showed several individuals were infected with a previously unknown memetic agent, which was eventually designated SCP-1059.
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Addendum 1059-1: Improper handling of infected materials led to an outbreak of SCP-1059 within the Foundation. It has been difficult to track thus far, and a full audit of Foundation documents and staff is pending. So far, seventeen fatalities can be directly attributed to vital information expunged from containment procedures.
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Addendum 1059-2: This document has demonstrated signs of SCP-1059 infection, and has been expanded to meet Foundation standards. Please see Document SCP-1059-A for previous version.
Special Containment Procedures: Documents known to be written by personnel infected with SCP-1059 are to be re-written by uninfected researchers. Personnel known to be infected with SCP-1059 are to be treated with [REDACTED] and removed from duty until they show no further signs of infection. They are to afterwards be [DATA EXPUNGED]. Individuals outside the Foundation found to be carrying SCP-1059 are to be [DATA EXPUNGED], or otherwise removed from positions where they can potentially infect others.
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Description: SCP-1059 is a memetic compulsion to hide, censor, or otherwise [REDACTED] information when communicating with others. It is most prevalent in those already dealing with classified or sensitive material.
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Infected subjects will, when conveying information, find that apparently random pieces of information will seem disproportionately important. This information will be treated as though it is at the highest level of classification the writer is familiar with. They will do so even after the information has been shown to be relatively harmless, or even vital to those reading the resulting material.
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SCP-1059 is spread by [REDACTED]. Those most at risk are those still learning classification procedures. Infection can be easily prevented by [DATA EXPUNGED].
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SCP-1059 was discovered at the ████████ ████████ ██████ when a discrepancy was noticed by Agent ███████, a Foundation operative embedded in ███ headquarters in ██. █████, ████████. Documents originating from certain offices were being classified at Top Secret, regardless of their actual content. After other possible causes were ruled out, further investigation showed several individuals were infected with a previously unknown memetic agent, which was eventually designated SCP-1059.
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Addendum 1059-1: Improper handling of infected materials led to [DATA EXPUNGED].
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1142 is to be contained in a standard non-humanoid holding cell at Site-12. An automated recording system is to monitor SCP-1142 at all times. Two Level 2 members of technical staff are to inspect any recordings made on a daily basis and, in case of a transmission having been picked up, are to provide this transmission to the current translation operative for conversion from its original German into English. A full report is then to be submitted to the current Level 4 project lead as per the protocols for interreality relations. The battery SCP-1142 carries is to be checked on the first of every month for signs of deterioration. SCP-1142's propulsion systems have been disabled to simplify containment.
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Description: SCP-1142 is a Goliath tracked mine (original designation Leichter Ladungsträger Goliath (Sd.Kfz. 303b)) as used by the German Wehrmacht during the Second World War. SCP-1142 shows no signs of aging and although originally designed to carry an explosive charge, contains a heavily modified Kw.E.a Wehrmacht radio receiver within its housing. The modified components are of a design and complexity inconsistent with the level of German technology during the middle of the twentieth century. SCP-1142 relies on a gasoline engine for propulsion and carries an early model thermal battery for the operation of the receiver.
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At irregular intervals, transmissions in German have been recorded from SCP-1142. In all cases, contact has been made by an individual referring to himself as Brigadeführer ████ ███████ (designated SCP-1142-1). Historical research has verified his existence, though records show him to have been killed during Allied military action at █████ on ██/██/19██. Analysis of transmissions recorded have yielded several critical points of divergence from our timeline. These include:
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Allied powers isolating the European continent, with troop action being focused on containment of [REDACTED]
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At this time, communications are restricted to receiving and recording the signal broadcast by SCP-1142-1 from Dm-AX/15487-A; attempts to initiate contact with or send a signal to Dm-AX/15487-A have proven ineffectual. Following the events of Foundation communication with SCP-1322-A, further research into initiating contact with SCP-1142-1 or responding to its transmissions has been suspended.
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Addendum 1142-A-01:Recovery and preliminary containment notes
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SCP-1142 was discovered in a barn on the outskirts of Fürstenzell, Germany on ██/██/20██. German authorities, alerted by the owner found SCP-1142 idling and, after recognizing its original purpose, brought in the Kampfmittelräumdienst (KRD) to defuse it. A covert contact within that service alerted local Foundation agents when she found SCP-1142 showed no signs of age and did in fact not contain an explosive charge. A recovery team then managed to extract it from the German authorities and transported it to Site-12.
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Addendum 1142-A-02:Excerpts from transmission log 1142/L/DE-EN:15rev1.04
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This is Brigadeführer ████ ███████. Is there anyone out*unintelligible*this signal? I am broadcasting from the ████████ observatory. There are six*unintelligible*left. If anyone is out there, please make contact*unintelligible*
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Ahnenerbe*unintelligible*Hauptsturmführer █████ ███ ████████*unintelligible*ignored what*unintelligible*number of sacrifices*unintelligible*now*unintelligible*retreating from*unintelligible*German people will not*unintelligible*solace
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I am reminded*unintelligible*wrath*unintelligible*efforts in Poland*unintelligible*gone now. It sank into*unintelligible*lost our entire force*unintelligible*once more, please respond
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*unintelligible*please, we*unintelligible*begging, if anyone*unintelligible*our surrender is unconditional*unintelligible*gone. We did not understand*unintelligible*dealing with, could not reason*unintelligible*was the last *unintelligible*gone now
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Attempts to*unintelligible*failure. This is our last*unintelligible*it eats*unintelligible*covered in*unintelligible*many millions dead. Please*unintelligible*are able to hear this broadcast. Once again, this is Brigadeführer ████ ███████ broadcasting from the*unintelligible*Reichsführer was*unintelligible*ago, no contact*unintelligible*we seek*unintelligible*please
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*unintelligible*attempted to negotiate*unintelligible*swarming with*unintelligible*lost too many*unintelligible*only option. We are begging*unintelligible*were wrong
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If Germany*unintelligible*fall, the world*unintelligible*we implore*unintelligible*help us now*unintelligible*time of need. You will be*unintelligible*
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its importance to the Foundation, SCP-120 is to be kept under video surveillance and armed guard at all times. Any personnel attempting to utilize the item without authorisation are to be terminated immediately. All personnel wishing to use the item are required to submit a filled copy of the application form (Document #120-23) to facility operators.
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Due to the precise timing and coordination required for efficient use of this object in an emergency, all personnel entering SCP-120’s building are placed under temporary command of the facility heads Captain ████████ (Security Detachment) (L4) and Doctor █████████ (Research Team) (L4).
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All destination locations are to be kept under surveillance and armed guard. They are valuable to the Foundation but are non-critical, but any compromised destination must be immediately reported to SCP-120 personnel.
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Distributed Task Force Sigma-6 (“Puddlejumpers”) was created with the objective of protecting and maintaining SCP-120’s facility and location outposts. It consists of 1 command unit and 1 defense and maintenance unit based at the SCP-120 facility at Command-██; 5 units based at the destination locations, plus 5 reserve units for these; and 5 units assigned to other SCP-120 related projects.
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Description: SCP-120 appears to be a small child’s paddling pool, pastel pink in colouration, with an inner diameter of approximately 2.5 metres and inner height of 0.3 metres. The pool appears to have been fabricated from common Earth plastics but has shown itself to be indestructible by any attempted means (see research report #120-32 for a full summary). The pool’s structure and response to pressure are typical for such a pool (it will flex when pressure is applied and is soft to the touch) but has amazing tensile strength and cannot be permanently stretched or ripped.
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What is contained within the pool seems to be a brightly glowing, coloured, liquid-like substance, which seems to exist only partially in our dimension. It is unresponsive to manipulation by organic or inorganic means, but the substance ripples and shimmers systematically and regularly, suggesting it exists physically on another dimension.
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SCP-120’s most interesting and useful property is used regularly by Foundation personnel. Human beings, when alive and carrying loads (including clothing) under 37.8 kilograms, are observed to fall through the pool, and are deposited at one of 11 destinations. These will be detailed in an addendum.
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The item will only function in this way if certain conditions are met: the subject must be genetically human; the subject must be conscious; the subject must be carrying weights of under the specified amount; and only one subject must be present on the surface. Test subjects attempting to use SCP-120 while these conditions were not met reported their feet making contact with a smooth surface underneath the liquid but no significant effects were observed.
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SCP-120’s main use is as a potential means of evacuation for Command-██ during a major emergency. It is currently stored and maintained in a fortified outbuilding of this facility. To inspect evacuation procedures, refer to document #120-22.
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SCP-120 was first brought to the attention of Foundation authorities on 31/08/1992. Local police authorities in █████, California, were investigating reports of missing children in their jurisdiction, and discovered and reported the item on 31/08. Overwatch Command was automatically informed through the usual channels, and a small team of Foundation agents was dispatched to claim and transport the item to Site-19, where it remained for testing over the next 2 years.
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It was transferred to its present location at Command-██ in 1994.
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Document #120-7: Destructive test results for SCP-120 – 24/12/1993 [Abridged version]
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Hand saw: 30cm – No result
+Industrial drill: Steel bit – No result
+Industrial drill: Diamond bit – No result
+Munition: 9x19mm Parabellum – No result
+Munition: 5.56x45mm NATO – No result
+Munition: 7.62x39mm – No result
+Munition: 120mm M830 HEAT – No result
+Cutting torch: Acetylene – No result
+Cutting torch: Hydrogen – No result
+Cutting torch: Propane – No result
+CO2 laser (peak power: 100 kW) – No result
+CO2 laser (peak power: 500 kW) – No result
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Document #120-10: Detailed explanation of SCP-120’s capabilities and destinations – 12/02/1994 [Abridged version]
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SCP-120 possesses the capability of instant translocation of human beings, possibly through one or more alternate dimensions. Subjects using the item are invariably deposited at one of 11 locations. These locations cycle in a specific and unchanging pattern. The 11 destinations and their locations were determined through testing with Class-D personnel carrying radio beacons. They are detailed here:
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Location 1: Pacific Ocean: SCP-120’s liquid displays a blue glow while connected to this destination.
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Subjects attempting travel to this destination are deposited an average of 2 metres above the surface of the Pacific at latitude █████████°S, longitude ██████████°W. A Foundation ship (SCPS Demeter – publicly the USS Nassau, a meteorological ship) is currently stationed at this location and personnel arriving through use of SCP-120 materialize inside the ship’s cargo hold.
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Sensitive Foundation material or personnel can be sent here in an emergency, and the ship has provisions for storage of low-threat SCP objects, should the need arise. Class-D personnel used to “dial” SCP-120 can be confined and extracted by helicopter or reused, or simply terminated and their bodies retained in storage.
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The original Class D and radio transmitter used to determine this location were lost at sea, and might have to be recovered in the interest of secrecy, if they were to wash up on populated shores.
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This configuration of SCP-120 was arbitrarily designated as #1, and has no observable significance above other configurations. Destinations 2 through 11 follow in sequential order after this configuration, and return to it after a full cycle.
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Travel by SCP-120 to this location is not advisable during storms due to risk of injury.
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Location 2: Greenland: SCP-120 displays a bright white glow while dialed to this destination.
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Subjects travelling to this destination materialize 1.5 metres above the surface of Greenland, at latitude █████████°N and longitude █████████°W. A small facility was established here, under the public pretense of oil industry expansion. This facility has similar capabilities and use to the Demeter, and is additionally equipped with an airstrip and refueling facilities.
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Location 3: L3: Located at the Earth-Moon Lagrange Point 3. The SCP displays a deep black colour.
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Objects and personnel sent through the SCP to any Lagrange point (locations 3, 5, 8, 10, and 11) are effectively lost, as retrieval is impossible at our current level of technology. They may prove a possible way to remove small but threatening SCP objects, but for now, are merely an inconvenience, as sacrifice of D-personnel is required to move the SCP to its next configuration.
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Location 4: Himalayas: SCP-120 displays a white glow similar to when it is dialed to Location 2.
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Materialization occurs at latitude █████████°N, longitude █████████°E, on a mountain in the Himalayan mountain range. Only minor changes have been made to the destination: the digging of an 8-metre hole for disposal of D-class bodies, an overhead canopy for concealment, and supplies and tenting for evacuation to this location (which should only take place in extreme circumstances).
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D-class personnel used for dialing are to be injected with a mixture of sedatives and neurotoxin before sending, to ensure a humane death and decrease risk of damage to the structures at Location 4.
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Location 5: L5: Identical to Location 3.
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Location 6: Sahara: SCP-120 will glow yellow.
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Personnel materialize at latitude █████████°N, longitude █████████°E in a small outpost. The need for secrecy renders this facility unable to house any significant SCP object, but is ideal for evacuation of personnel and documents from Command.
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Location 7: Gobi: SCP-120 displays a brown glow.
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This destination is located at a small outpost in the Gobi desert, latitude █████████°N, longitude ██████████°E, but is otherwise identical to the location 6 outpost. However, the expansion of SCP-4024 poses a significant threat to the outpost's operational viability.
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Location 8: L2: Identical to Location 3, although shows more potential for SCP disposal, being situated beyond the moon.
This destination is on a relatively flat section of the Sea of Rains on the lunar surface. Through vast expenditure of money and D-class personnel, a small outpost has been established there, and is considered one of the Foundation’s safest locations.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-128 is to be held in a windowless containment chamber with blast-proof doors and walls and a ventilation system that maintains Class 100 cleanroom conditions inside. The interior of the containment chamber is to be monitored remotely by cameras welded in place with protective grating. The speakers and laser monitoring system must be similarly welded into place and protected with grating. The entry to SCP-128's containment chamber must include an antechamber with a second locked door that cannot be viewed from the chamber door.
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Personnel entering the test chamber for any reason must wear ballistic armor and must not bring any loose item inside the chamber. All required equipment must be rigidly mounted to the armor. Interference with the laser monitoring system or the central wheel is forbidden unless required for maintenance.
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In the center of the containment chamber, a wheel must be mounted to a concrete pedestal and allowed to spin freely. Should the wheel be measured to spin at less than 4,000 rpm at any time, all personnel are required to evacuate the containment chamber and foam nozzles will be deployed.
SCP-128 is to be kept in a chamber measuring at least 10 m x 10 m x 5 m with walls and door armored in 5 cm steel plate. All personnel who enter the containment room must wear full suits of heavy body armor, including ballistic plates. All loose objects of mass greater than 5 kg are strictly prohibited. Clothing and related items are generally considered safe, as the entity appears to be incapable of distinguishing these from their wearers. Writing utensils, loose change, and other trinkets present considerable hazards to personnel and should therefore be used sparingly never enter the containment chamber.
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All items are to be cleared from room via suction before any personnel will be permitted to enter. Once personnel have exited, SCP-128 is to be given small objects, both to study its behavior and to alleviate boredom (if applicable). In the event of escape, the surrounding area will be evacuated and locked down, possibly followed by attempts to herd SCP-128 back into its enclosure. Past experience suggests that the latter is unnecessary, as the entity has shown no apparent desire to vacate the premises and will eventually return of its own accord.
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Description: SCP-128 is an immaterial source of kinetic energy which can be conferred upon any nonliving solid material within line of sight of the source. The source itself is motile, with a tendency to remain along the walls or at the central wheel of the containment chamber. The line of sight is blocked by any opaque material, including lead, steel, or even single sheets of paper, but not transparent materials such as ballistic glass. Opaque radiolucent materials will contain SCP-128's range of effect, suggesting that transmission of energy occurs at visible light wavelengths, but darkness does not prevent transmission of kinetic energy.
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Any loose nonliving materials within line of sight of SCP-128 are at risk of anomalous propulsion to hazardous velocities. Items under 100 g in mass have been observed to accelerate to velocities of up to 900 m/s in a period of 0.1 second, similar in force to machine gun fire. Analysis of the mass and velocity of every object undergoing acceleration indicates that the system of affected objects contains a constant linear momentum of 2,500 kg m/s, anomalously unconstrained by direction. It is therefore advisable to have many heavier items available to the object instead of fewer, lighter items.
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Despite SCP-128's invisible, immaterial form, it has been determined that the entity cannot be compressed into a space under a 2 cm radius sphere. Such compression with opaque materials, however, is not advised, as dust particles within the space will be excited, generating extreme heat, potentially rupturing the compression container explosively.
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SCP-128 arbitrarily chooses which items to accelerate, with a slight statistical preference for new objects over older ones. Despite the existence of some form of acceleration choosing, tests do not indicate an active sentience directing the choice, with one exception. The object does not accelerate "living" material, with its own parameters regarding what is considered "living." People or robots moving of their own accord are not accelerated, nor is any part that is rigidly attached. Dead or unconscious people and animals are also not accelerated. Unmoving but conscious test subjects report a light "tugging" in the presence of SCP-128, which immediately stops at the first sign of movement or animal-like characteristics. Plants and fungi, alive or dead, are similarly not accelerated. Unpowered robots, however, are susceptible to acceleration.
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Addendum 128-1: Recovery Log
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SCP-128 was recovered from a private home in ███████, ██. Reports of telekinesis and random anomalous kinetic activity had been previously confirmed by field agents, and MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") was called in to isolate and capture the anomaly.
Mu-13 Gamma: I'm not used to carrying this ordnance.
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Control: It's standard issue for this sort of intangible. We had to dig deep in our files, had to look up old references. SOP on this dates back to 1968. The phenomenon was called a poltergeist back then.
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Delta: Poltergeist? That is old. Type I or II?
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Control: It could be a Type I, a telekinetic vector associated with a deceased person, but field agents said that there's considerable domestic strife in the home. It's most likely undifferentiated kinetic energy from a latent Bixby under extreme stress. Type II.
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Lead: That's why containment involves the pistols. Tranq all inhabitants, and it should shut down the anomaly long enough for us to figure out whose astral it is. The standard EMP tools are for containment of an autonomous intangible, should it be Type I. Careful in there. Take no chances. Beta, get the parabolic microphone on the house. We need to identify inhabitants.
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Beta: Mike online now.
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POI-1: How many times do I have to tell you, Britney, clean your fucking room already! You're such a shitass slob!
+POI-2: I did! It was spotless before I went to school! It was… Oh my god, Tyler, it was you, wasn't it, you little douche!
+POI-3: Nuh-uh! Why would I want to step foot in your nasty-ass pigsty?
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Gamma: Considerable domestic strife, you say?
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Lead: Yeah. Just get in there and put them all to sleep. They could use the nap. And be careful with loose objects. Confirming three targets. Move out!
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<Sounds of leaving the containment vehicle, approaching the house, and bashing in the door. Sound of tranquilizer pistol being fired.>
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Delta: The son's down.
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Lead: He looks young. Beta, check his vitals, make sure the drugs aren't too much of a shock to his system. The darts are calibrated to someone at least 40 kilos. Gamma, Delta, find the father and daughter now!
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<Footsteps through the house. Sound of tranquilizer pistol.>
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Gamma: Father's down. Reaching for a shotgun, glad we got to him first.
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Lead: Good work, Gamma. Delta, find the daughter?
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Delta: Tracked her to her bedroom. There's stuff everywhere, here, like a tornado ripped through here. Shades are pulled. She's got a pet hamster, but I don't see her. Trying the closet.
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Lead: Careful, Delta, that's probably the source of the poltergeist activity.
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Delta: Roger that, I just got hit in the face with a pillow!
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Lead: Quick, Gamma, Delta needs backup!
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<Screams heard. Sound of wood splintering. Sound of tranquilizer pistol firing.>
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Delta: Daughter is down! Repeat, Daughter is down! Chair just got thrown against the wall, bookshelf falling over! Activity increasing! Marbles! She has marbles! Ow!
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Lead: We got a Type I! Get out of the room, Delta! Dammit, just - OW! Everybody out!
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Delta: Grab my hand and pull! It's - Wait! It's the hamster! It's a fucking tornado hamster! Tranqing the hamster!
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Lead: Delta, NO! The darts aren't calibrated!
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<Sound of tranquilizer pistol firing.>
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Delta: Hamster down! Why aren't you stopping! I tranqed your -
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<Sound of [DATA EXPUNGED]>
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Lead: Everybody out! Delta down! Close the doors! Get ready for Type I containment!
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<End Log>
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Closing Notes: EMP deployment for Type I poltergeist containment functioned as expected, but failed to contain the anomaly. Mu-13 Gamma backed the MTF truck through the residence wall into the daughter's bedroom and opened the back doors. When the anomaly was observed to be inside the truck, the doors were shut and backup was called to tow the truck with accelerated debris in the armored trailer. Cover story of tornado striking the house was released.
Despite what the recovery log would say, this is not a poltergeist. Poltergeists are an obsolete term, anyway. This is not a spirit or a consciousness as we might think of the term. It can't pass through walls or the like. This is a source of kinetic energy. I've updated the description to show this. It's hard to say what, precisely, it is, but it appears to be best thought of as a hole through which a constant momentum enters this universe. How this is accomplished is still the subject of further tests.
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In addition, the hamster did not have direct control over the phenomenon. If the hamster had conscious control, then the phenomenon would have ceased with its termination. Instead, if we continue the analogy of this being a hole, then the hamster was a valve covering the hole, which could be opened or closed to allow in more or less momentum. This "valve" appears to have been "stuck open."
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So all the talk about us having the ghost of a telekinetic hamster in containment should stop. It's inaccurate.
RodArg: Hi Cordie, yes I am. Congrats on your promotion! How are things?
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CArgent: Okay. But I've been put in charge of 128, and its containment is stressing me out!
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RodArg: What's that? Can you send me the file?
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CArgent: Yeah, hold on.
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<==sending scp128.scp==>
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RodArg: Got it. So it's some kind of kinetic energy entity? Sounds like just your sort of thing, Dr. Anomalous Physics.
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CArgent: Ha ha, very funny. Yes, I've figured out it's a field of constant momentum without a center of mass. Essentially you treat the momentum of the system as a scalar constant instead of a vector, independent of direction. Simple enough, mathematically, but it does mean that the energy in the kinetic system is constantly fluctuating and being added to, to maintain the constant scalar momentum. It's supposed to be modulated up and down, but apparently it was under control of a hamster, and when the hamster died, the field got stuck at up.
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RodArg: So what's the issue about containment? There are procedures here.
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CArgent: They're ridiculous! It's basically "give it toys but take them away whenever someone enters the chamber just so it can fire the researcher's clipboard through his skull"! I've had to fill the room with foam pillows and send janitorial D-class in there in full battle armor just to clear the body away! The site director says that's not the first time, and I just…
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CArgent: What am I supposed to do?
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RodArg: You need a constant linear momentum without center-of-mass vector positioning in the containment chamber? And the controller entity of the momentum field demonstrates some familiarity with objects?
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CArgent: Yes.
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RodArg: It's a hamster. Give it a wheel.
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CArgent: It's not a ham- …That's why you're the biologist and I'm the physicist. Thank you.
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RodArg: You're still the smart one with the promotion, sis. You're welcome.
An excerpt of SCP-1314-A (censored to remove memetic hazard)
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Item #: SCP-1314
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: The original copy of SCP-1314-B is to be stored in a clearly marked A4 Manilla envelope kept in Dr. ██████’s office. Digital copies of SCP-1314-A and SCP-1314-B are to be stored on the standard Isolated Electronic Repositories at Site-15, Site-██, Site-33, and Research Sector-15. Digital copies of SCP-1314-B are not to be stored on Foundation intranet. Every 6 months, the original SCP-1314-B is to be digitally scanned at the highest resolution available and returned to storage. Any physical copies of SCP-1314-B are to be incinerated after testing. Any personnel testing SCP-1314 should carry one (1) dose of a Class-A amnestic for emergency use.
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Description: SCP-1314-A is a set of ███ mathematical equations describing physical behaviours in a simulated universe, the initial conditions of which are stored in SCP-1314-B. When read by a sapient organism, SCP-1314-A causes a memetic effect dependent on the logical and spacial-temporal reasoning skills of the exposed subject. If the subject has a Spacial-Temporal Reasoning Index (SRI) of above 82 and a Logical Reasoning Index (LRI) of above 93, they are implanted with a desire to search for a copy of SCP-1314-B, similar to the effect of standard memetic obsession agents. This effect is reduced after separation from SCP-1314-A and decays entirely after approximately 8 hours without exposure. If the subject does not meet these conditions, they will repeatedly review SCP-1314-A, with the effect of raising their SRI by 0.3 and LRI by 0.1 for each minute of exposure until reaching 82 and 93 respectively. This effect has not been observed to decay and is considered permanent.
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SCP-1314-B is a string of ██████ hexadecimal digits interspersed with ███ memetic triggers. On exposure, SCP-1314-B causes a memetic effect dependent on the last point in time that the subject was exposed to SCP-1314-A. If the time since exposure is over 8 hours, the subject is implanted with the desire to locate a copy of SCP-1314-A, which again decays over the course of 8 hours. If they have been exposed to SCP-1314-A more recently than this, then the subject enters a state of deep concentration for ██ minutes, during which they decrypt the information stored in SCP-1314-B. The instructions for decryption of SCP-1314-B are stored in the embedded memetic triggers. Exposure to SCP-1314-A after exposure to SCP-1314-B has no additional effect; the documents must be viewed in the correct order to result in the anomalous phenomenon.
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After sequential exposure to SCP-1314-A and SCP-1314-B, subjects report obsession with mentally simulating the universe described by SCP-1314. This obsession does not render them incapable of performing normal tasks if necessary, but has been reported as extremely distracting, and they will favour sitting and thinking over all other tasks. The simulated universe is three-dimensional and operates under discrete time and spacial dimensions. Light and air do not exist in this universe. Heat transfer is simulated via a modified version of caloric theory, while gravity and collisions are simulated according to Newtonian physics. Objects within this universe are either spheres or polyhedrons, where spheres are approximately 3 orders of magnitude larger than polyhedrons. Whenever a polyhedron is heated above 316 temperature units, it splits into two smaller polyhedrons with temperature 158 temperature units. Spheres do not possess upper temperature limits. This behaviour results in the simulation drastically increasing in computational complexity after 29,000 time units, when a sphere with temperature in excess of 9,200,000 temperature units collides with an asteroid belt of polyhedrons in orbit around another sphere. This causes an exponential duplication of polyhedrons.
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When the impact event occurs, the subject will show distress, as they need to mentally keep track of hundreds of thousands of objects simultaneously. After this point, subjects begin overwriting their previous memories to keep track of the objects. Once this space is expended, the effect spreads into more critical parts of the brain. No subject has remained capable of speech after 30,300 time units. Eventually, the subject will overwrite their involuntary muscle control, resulting in death by either asphyxiation or cardiac arrest.
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At any point in exposure, administering a Class-A amnestic will wipe the simulation from the user’s mind, usually facilitating a full recovery. However, memories that are overwritten by the effect of later stages of SCP-1314 cannot be recovered.
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The original copy of SCP-1314 was sent via mail to Agent ████ by [DATA EXPUNGED]. After she had missed work for 3 days, Agent ██████ was sent to investigate her disappearance. Upon finding Agent ████ in the later stages of infection, performing crosswords and mental exercises with the intent of delaying her calculations, Agent ██████ contained SCP-1314 and administered both Class-A and Class-B amnestics to Agent ████ as a precautionary measure. Shortly after her recovery, Agent ████ accompanied Agent ██████ in [DATA EXPUNGED], preventing further distribution of hazardous memetic agents. After experimental analysis the containment of a physical copy of SCP-1314-A was deemed unnecessary, and the original was destroyed after being digitally scanned.
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Addendum: Request to use SCP-1314-A to increase logical and spacial-temporal reasoning skills of D-class personnel for use in unrelated experiments. –Dr. █████████.
Special Containment Procedures: As the station containing SCP-1375 has been decommissioned, no public cover is required. The specific section of tunnel containing SCP-1375-1 has been renovated, sealed, and converted into an airlock with an attached on-site research laboratory. Access to or experimentation with SCP-1375 requires prior approval from at least two (2) Level 3 Senior Researchers, and all personnel entering SCP-1375-2 must be trained and certified in the use of Foundation EVA suits.
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Description: SCP-1375-1 is a steel service door in the decommissioned ███████ tube station of the London Underground. Historical records indicate that no anomalous properties were present when the station was decommissioned in 1994. When opened, SCP-1375-1 contains a standing space-time aperture to SCP-1375-2.
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SCP-1375-2 is a near-exact copy of the ███████ station prior to its decommission, located on an unknown extraterrestrial moon of similar mass and composition to Ganymede orbiting a blue-green gas giant which itself is in orbit around a transitional-phase red giant star. The location of this solar system is currently unknown; astronomical observation with the goal of identifying its location is ongoing.
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SCP-1375-2 differs from its non-anomalous original in the following ways:
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SCP-1375-2 is reversed with respect to SCP-1375-1; that is, SCP-1375-2 is symmetrical with the original station with SCP-1375-1 as its axis of symmetry.
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SCP-1375-2 exhibits tool marks in its construction that is consistent with the types of tools used to construct ███████ station, but the precise configuration of the tool marks is inconsistent.
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SCP-1375-2's signage, in addition to being mirrored, contains many spelling mistakes as well as languages other than English; at least two (2) of these languages are unknown and currently indecipherable.
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SCP-1375-2's exit to the surface is in an unfinished state consistent with incomplete construction rather than destruction. In addition to being open to the lunar surface, the lower atmospheric pressure of SCP-1375-2 results in a net negative pressure differential at SCP-1375-1; prior to the installation of an airlock, this caused rapid decompression in the section of ███████ station in which SCP-1375-1 is located when it was opened.
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Information regarding artifacts and documents discovered within SCP-1375-2 are documented, stored, and available for analysis in the Site ██ Non-Anomalous Item Storage Facility.
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Addendum 1375-1: Researcher Note
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After several months of analysis, the following data has been gathered by exploration teams:
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Exploration of the area around SCP-1375-2 has found no additional structures, artifacts, or signs of life. Furthermore, atmospheric analysis of the moon on which SCP-1375-2 is located has yielded no sign of any organic components that would indicate that life exists anywhere on the body. Design of an autonomous UAV capable of flying in the reduced atmospheric pressure and circumnavigating the moon is ongoing.
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Preliminary astronomy reports indicate that the planet that SCP-1375-2 orbits is one of approximately eleven planets within the star system, and that none of these planets or their observed moons appear to be capable of sustaining life.
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Spectroscopic analysis of materials used in the construction of SCP-1375-2 has yielded an unusually high level of mercury and radon, but are otherwise consistent with its terrestrial original.
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Dr. █████████
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Addendum 1375-2: Notable Recovered Objects
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Reference #: 1375-038
+Recovery: Discovered in a men's restroom.
+Description: A copy of the Evening Standard newspaper, entirely in reverse but otherwise identical to those printed on December 27, 1993.
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Reference #: 1375-062
+Recovery: Found on tracks below second platform.
+Description: A handwritten note on a paper napkin: "19:30, don't forget" written in reverse.
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Reference #: 1375-088
+Recovery: Affixed to a wall near entrance.
+Description: A reversed printed advertisement poster for a musical concert. All text is otherwise identical to actual posters, however, the band members pictured are entirely devoid of facial features.
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Reference #: 1375-109
+Recovery: Found on a shelf in a janitor's supply room.
+Description: Box of construction screws with reverse threading composed entirely of high-strength titanium alloy. This is the only construction material discovered in SCP-1375-2 with composition not consistent with its terrestrial counterpart.
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Reference #: 1375-133
+Recovery: Discovered on lunar surface 3 m outside of main entrance.
+Description: A single unopened can of █████ █████ brand low-sodium canned kernel corn, confirmed to contain kernel corn via ultrasound analysis. Text printed on label is in Portuguese but is otherwise consistent with those manufactured prior to 2003. Object is also significant as the only object recovered from SCP-1375-2 that is not in reverse.
Special Containment Procedures: All contained SCP-1617 instances are to be held within Safe class storage lockers within Site-39. SCP-1617 instances require incidental cleaning once per six months to prevent further deterioration. Excessive deterioration on an instance requires restoration work to be performed as necessary; this restoration may be performed by any qualified personnel.
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New instances of SCP-1617 are to be contained by Mobile Task Force Upsilon-18 ("Digital Millennium Copyright Agents") and transported to Site-39.
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Description: SCP-1617 is the collective designation of various counterfeit art pieces. Approximately 96% of SCP-1617 instances have been identified as duplicates of pre-20th-century paintings or sculptures; the remaining 4% are works which exhibit similar anomalous effects, but the original works and artists are not known to have existed in any form.
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When a viewer observes an SCP-1617 instance and identifies it as an artwork, they will begin to experience auditory and visual hallucinations. The visual hallucinations typically involve a geometrically simple pattern being repeatedly scrolled or manipulated, while the auditory hallucinations are typically composed of synthesized musical scores, often identified as covers of songs popular during the 1980s and 1990s. All viewers will report some manner of English-language text appearing during these hallucinations. This text typically identifies the original piece's name and artist, as well as a message which purports to be from the creator of the counterfeit piece. The hallucination will cease within 20 seconds to 2 minutes, depending on the object viewed.
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After these hallucinations cease, the viewer is able to observe the SCP-1617 instance with no further anomalous effects. Should the viewer cease observing an SCP-1617 instance for a period of ten minutes, returning to that instance and viewing it again will result in an identical hallucination. Different viewers observing the same object will report similar or identical hallucinations.
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Addendum 1: Sample logs of hallucination effects.
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SCP-1617-14:
+Original Piece: The Thinker
+Original Artist: Auguste Rodin
+Auditory Hallucination: Cover of "Barbie Girl" by Aqua; pitched one octave higher, sounds similar to square waves
+Visual Hallucination: High-speed forwards movement through a purple nebula
+English Text:
+"THE THINKER" BY RODIN CRACKED BY AWCY CRACKING CREW
+ENJOY THE STARFIELD
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SCP-1617-39:
+Original Piece: The Mona Lisa
+Original Artist: Leonardo da Vinci
+Auditory Hallucination: Cover of "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears; sounds similar to triangle waves
+Visual Hallucination: Dancing cartoon frog in front of black and white checkerboard pattern
+English Text:
+"THE MONA LISA" BY DA VINCI CRACKED BY THE DOOD
+AN OLD CLASSIC FOR ALL TO ENJOY
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SCP-1617-117:
+Original Piece: Unknown
+Original Artist: Unknown
+Description: A landscape painting of a planet that has superficial similarity to Mars
+Auditory Hallucination: Unknown; believed to be original composition based in 7:4 time, sounds similar to triangle waves
+Visual Hallucination: Complex mechanisms with similarity to the internals of a cuckoo clock
+English Text:
+"ZAN PURANGA" BY ORICELLUS CRACKED BY AWCY CRACKING CREW
+SPECIAL THANKS TO BRIAN_29 FOR THE ORIGINAL SOURCE
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Addendum 2: On 20/06/2008, Site-39 received a mailed message written in a composite language derivative of Latin, Greek, and Old English. This message was translated as follows:
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To the [artists? thieves?] of the derivative works [illegible], we write on behalf of the artist Oricellus. This is a formal [message? threat?] and takedown request for your hosted works. These pieces violate the intellectual property rights of Oricellus. As you may know, this violates [ownership? gift?] law and must cease promptly. [request? order?] prompt removal or further actions will be taken.
Special Containment Procedures: As of █/██/████ SCP-1747-1 is to be secured within a standard Site-77 storage locker requiring a Level 3 security clearance to unlock. Site-876 has been built surrounding SCP-1747-2, requiring Level 3 security clearance to access the area. In addition to Site-876's standardized security procedures, no fewer than two armed guards are to be present at all times to prevent unauthorized entry. No personnel are to attempt to make contact with SCP-1747-2 at any time during its manifestation period.
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Description: SCP-1747 is the collective designation of anomalous items recovered from the "Hugo Edwards Memorial Cemetery" located in [REDACTED], England.
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SCP-1747-1 is a square shovel that is 1.5 meters in length from blade to handle. The blade is composed of iron, measuring 0.5 meters by 0.325 meters, and yields noticeable signs of oxidation. The handle is mainly composed of unvarnished maple wood and measures 1.0 meters in length. Large portions of the blade have been rusted over. A more precise observation unveils that the wood has been engraved with the initials H.E. multiple times along its dimensions.
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If SCP-1747-1 is used on any surface normally penetrable by a non-anomalous shovel, the blade will be obstructed by a solid object. If the area is excavated further with the usage of earth-moving apparatus, human remains will be found directly below the shovel's point of entry regardless of what was beneath the surface prior to digging or what material is being excavated. Origin of said remains and how they are placed is currently unknown and under investigation.
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SCP-1747-2 is a corporeal humanoid entity that manifests within the graveyard for approx. 40 minutes at 9:00 pm every night. In physical appearance, SCP-1747-2 resembles a female in her late twenties. During this active state, SCP-1747-2 will attempt to use SCP-1747-1 to dig up the graves of Scarlet and Amelia Edwards1. When SCP-1747-2 encounters a human carcass during excavation of the grave, it will immediately remove the body, and continue digging. At no point has SCP-1747-2 reached the bodies of Scarlet and Amelia Edwards due to SCP-1747-1's anomalous properties; investigation into the history of this entity is currently ongoing.
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Addendum: Event log of Incident-1747-Theta, taking place on the █/██/████ during SCP-1747-2's manifestation period.
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Forward: The following log is a composite account of eyewitness reports and video feeds taken from personnel stationed in Site-876's surveillance outpost.
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<Begin Log>
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21.04 SCP-1747-2 manifested within the cemetery and began its usual routine of excavating the graves of Scarlet and Amelia Edwards.
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21.16 SCP-1747-2 stopped digging into the graves and threw away the shovel, appearing to be in emotional distress.
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21.18 Various screams could be heard emanating from SCP-1747-2, audio recordings revealed the words: "Hugo", "Please" and "I want to see my children" being repeated by the entity. The sounds were only captured on EVP recordings and were not audible to observers.
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21.19 The entity knelt in front of the two graves and appeared to kiss each tombstone before walking away from the excavated graves.
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21.20 SCP-1747-2 entered an abandoned tool-shed and discontinued digging for the remainder of the night.
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Closing Statement: At the time of this documentation, SCP-1747-2 has not manifested in over four months. It is presumed that SCP-1747-2 will not manifest further. SCP-1747 will be monitored pending re-classification to Safe.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1768 are to be quarantined and removed immediately. All instances are to be stored in a chamber of reinforced concrete with a minimum of 5 meters of space between the instance and the surface of the chamber. Instances shall be suspended above the surface of the chamber by rope insulated steel cable temperature-treated up to 1500° C. All personnel attempting to enter a room containing an instance of SCP-1768 are advised to verify safe containment through preliminary entrance of a member of Class-D personnel. Handling of instances should be done only through clothing and equipment with similar heat-resistant and non-conductive properties.
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Description: SCP-1768 is a phenomenon which affects floors and other walking surfaces. So far, five instances of SCP-1768 have been contained, referred to as SCP-1768-A through E.
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All instances of SCP-1768 appear to follow their own set of rules, which appear to be consistent with various informal games that have proliferated throughout human society. Failure to follow these rules results in a penalty delivered by the instance in question, ranging from minor injury to severe maiming and death.
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Upon removal from their original locations, any piece of an instance of SCP-1768 that is left in contact with a floor or walking surface will grow to replace the aforementioned surface. No instance will expand larger than the current room or walking surface it is in; the mechanism that SCP-1768 uses to determine these boundaries is unknown. SCP-1768 will propagate continuously when dropped onto organic surfaces such as lawn; one such containment breach resulted in the contamination of ██ square kilometers.
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* SCP-1768-A: A group of four blocks of 1 by 1.75 meter concrete sidewalk, covered in a large number of cracks. If an individual steps on one of the cracks, their biological mother will experience a spinal fracture by undetermined means. Discovered after an unusual number of reported female spinal injuries in █████████, Michigan, Foundation agents removed and contained the slabs under the guise of scheduled construction and administered Class-C amnestics to all victims.
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* SCP-1768-B: Sections of flooring that originally covered a 10 by 10 meter bathroom, consisting of 10 by 10 centimeter white tiles sealed with blue-hued mortar. Any person that steps on one of the mortar lines receives a mild electric shock, conducted through anything that may be in contact with that person. Discovered after a large volume of complaints were logged at ████ █ ███████ Airport which resulted in seventeen mild burns and one case of [DATA REDACTED]. Flooring was completely replaced under the premise of an electrical short in the floor heating and SCP-1768-B was contained.
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* SCP-1768-C: A section of carpet that covered a residential living room, approximately 10 by 6 meters in size. Carpet appears normal, but upon contact with humans displays properties consistent with that of basalt lava. Properties do not affect non-human lifeforms or inanimate objects unless in contact with humans. Was discovered in a residential home in Ohio, after a birthday party revealed the existence of the instance. Class-A amnestics were administered to the residents, who were relocated as necessary, and the carpet was contained.
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NOTE: After Incident 1768-C-1, all Foundation personnel handling instances of SCP-1768 are to refrain from direct contact with the instance, or contact through materials incapable of withstanding the instances' hazardous properties. SCP-1768-C has demonstrated the capability of transferring its properties to other objects when those objects are in contact with humans; as such we cannot rule out the possibility that other instances possess or may develop such an ability.
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* SCP-1768-D: A 10 by 200 meter section of linoleum hallway, composed of alternating black and white squares, each 20 by 20 centimeters. The reaction of this instance depends on the stepper's perception of which color should be avoided. If the person steps on a tile of that color, all tiles of that color will rise from the floor at a speed of about 110km/h, rising all the way to the ceiling of whatever room they are in, before withdrawing at a speed of about 230km/h. It is unclear where the extra material composing the risen tiles originates. Injuries are generally dependent upon the material of the ceiling. Instance was discovered in █ ████ after severe injuries were simultaneously inflicted on several travelers. A lockdown of the airport was initiated, allowing Foundation personnel time to reach the scene. Class-B amnestics were administered to all witnesses and the story was covered by the media as the testing of a new anti-terrorist system. The hallway was replaced and contained without further incident.
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"I fear that these things are getting more aggressive. This one displays sensitivity to thought, and that's the second time one's shown up in an airport. Are they congregating towards high-traffic areas? Considering requesting upgrade to Keter if trend continues." -Dr. ████
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* SCP-1768-E: A ██ by ███ area of asphalt. Instance is triggered upon recitation of a certain nursery rhyme, [DATA REDACTED]. Recitation will result in the release of relevant contamination by [DATA REDACTED] in proportion to the number of participants. Instance was discovered after it was triggered at ███████ Elementary School, which resulted in [DATA REDACTED]. Foundation personnel quarantined the surrounding populated area, administering Class-A amnestics and initiating proper decontamination procedures. Instance was contained without further incident.
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"Now it's using children. Each successive instance seems to be becoming more dangerous. Requesting upgrade to Keter status." -Dr. █████
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"Request denied. While dangerous, no instance has presented significant or unusual difficulty in containing it." -O5-█
Incident 1768-C-1: Agents █████ and ███████ were engaging in routine inspection of SCP-1768-C when Agent █████ tripped. The agent grabbed one of the restraining ropes to steady himself. As the rope was now in contact with both the instance and a human, the properties of the instance were passed on to the rope, instantly igniting it. Agent █████ suffered severe third-degree burns to his arm. The rope then snapped, allowing the instance to enter into contact with the ground. In the ensuing emergency response, SCP-1768-C was able to contaminate the flooring of its chamber, which necessitated the complete replacement of the chamber's floor. All ropes have been replaced with insulated steel cable, and specialized protective equipment is now mandatory for handling of all instances of SCP-1768.
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"This one may be relatively low-maintenance as far as containment goes, but caution must be exercised. One containment breach by the wrong individual or group and we'll all be playing hopscotch for the rest of our lives." -O5-█
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1825 is to be contained in a 5 m x 5 m x 3 m storage room. Testing with SCP-1825 is recommended to take place inside a 10 m x 34 m x 3 m rectangular room composed of reinforced steel, and must be authorized by at least two Level 3 personnel. SCP-1825 is only allowed to be removed from storage for testing purposes, and is not to be activated outside, or inside a spherical room <See Addendum-1825-01-A>.
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Description: SCP-1825 is a blue pinball machine measuring 2 m x 50 cm x 1.7 m. SCP-1825 features an empty playing field, with two flippers on the bottom, and a hatch for a ball to enter at the top, a scoreboard, and a plunger. Currently, the highest score is 30,232,450 <See Test Log-1825-01-11>, which has been recorded on SCP-1825's scoreboard.
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When SCP-1825 is activated, all entities in the room are restrained from below their waist by an unseen force, making movement impossible. The subject who activated SCP-1825 is not affected, and is able move freely. When the subject pulls SCP-1825's handle, the hatch will release one metal ball that, once hit by a flipper, will create an invisible force in the room whose movement reflects how the ball moves on SCP-1825's playing field.
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When this force collides with a wall, subject, or object in the room, the item hit will be variably damaged from the collision while retaining its position and approximate shape from the time of activation. When the subject is hit, [REDACTED], which results in the subject's upper half disconnecting from their waist, while their lower half remains supported. Objects unaffected from this force are SCP-1825, the subject who pulled the plunger, and any objects and persons entering the room after activation. When the ball returns to the drain, everything that was affected ceases to be supported by SCP-1825, and collapses if it was damaged significantly.
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The weight and density of the force created from SCP-1825 increases with the number of points on the scoreboard, which allows the ball to start at an estimated one kg per square meter, and theoretically increase to 999,999,999 kg per cubic meters when the scoreboard has reached its limit. Due to SCP-1825 providing only one ball, and the extensive damage that would ensue, this has yet to be achieved.
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Recovery Notes: SCP-1825 was found after an incident on 01/██/20██, where an abandoned arcade game factory in ████████ collapsed. One body was found in the area, ███████ ████, a vagrant presumably seeking shelter inside the factory. It is assumed that ███████ ████ activated SCP-1825, and died from the debris created from leveling the building. SCP-1825 was found in the wreckage, protected from the debris by several steel girders. Due to the proximity of recovery to SCP-142, investigation into the potential for a shared origin between the two objects is currently ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1944 is to be disguised as a condemned building and kept under covert guard by two (2) undercover agents at all times. Any entry to SCP-1944 by researchers must be done via an underground entrance. Any civilians who have encountered SCP-1944 are to be taken into custody and dosed with a Class-A amnestic.
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Description: SCP-1944 is a fast-food restaurant called 'Ascension Burger', located in ███ ███████. Public records are uncertain as to when SCP-1944 was constructed, although it is estimated to have been some time in the early 1980's. No construction permits or other permissive documents are present in public records.
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When an individual, hereafter referred to as the subject, enters SCP-1944, they will be greeted by an instance of SCP-1944-1. SCP-1944-1 instances are humanoid entities which resemble individuals in their late teens or early twenties, wearing a bright yellow uniform with the words 'Ascension Burger' printed on the back. After the initial greeting by an instance of SCP-1944-1, the subject will be led to a nearby table and given the following menu:
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Welcome to Ascension Burger!
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Order your delicious meal and throw off the self-destructive shackles of your physical existence! Kids drink free!
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Repentance Burger
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Universal Truth Nuggets
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Removal of the Concept of the Self Fries
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Destruction of Individual Selfishness Smoothie
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An End to the Limitless Self-Worshiping Ego of the Human Race Cola (with ice)
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Condiments available on request.
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Ordering an item off the menu will result in the SCP-1944-1 instance leaving for a period ranging from three (3) to six (6) minutes to allegedly prepare the meal. SCP-1944-1 instances appear to prepare the item in the kitchen, but any attempt at observation of the kitchen area during this process will cause SCP-1944 instances to stop working until the observation has ceased.
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During the preparation process, physical items will begin to disappear from the location that the subject considers to be their personal residence. This process appears to favor more modern items such as televisions, telephones and computers, although if these are not present in the residence, items such as furniture and silverware may also be used.
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After the process is complete, an instance of SCP-1944-1 will return to the table of the subject. The item the subject will receive from the instance will be in the packaging of the one they ordered, but the actual food will be replaced by the broken and crushed remains of the taken objects. The subject, however, will perceive this as being the actual item which they ordered. They will persist in this belief even in cases where the consumption of the item is causing physical harm to them, such as when the item contains broken glass or electronic parts. The subject will claim to have enjoyed their meal, typically describing it as delicious. The subject will continue to believe that they have consumed actual food for a period ranging from one (1) to three (3) hours.
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If, for whatever reason, the subject continues to consume objects ordered at SCP-1944, they will begin to experience mental delusions and instability. The nature of these delusions are variable in nature, although a common theme in them is that the subject is entering an enlightened state or ascending to a higher state of existence. These delusions are usually accompanied by vivid hallucinations, which do not appear to cause alarm to the subject.
Attempted interview with a SCP-1944-1 instance conducted by Dr. █████. Interview was supervised by security personnel.
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<Begin Interview>
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Dr. █████: Hello.
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SCP-1944-1: Hey there! Welcome to Ascension Burger! How may I help you today, sir?
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Dr. █████: I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right.
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SCP-1944-1: Sure thing, sir! Here at Ascension Burger, customer satisfaction is our number one priority!
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Dr. █████: I was just wondering where you got the, ah, the materials for your food.
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SCP-1944-1: (frowns) We can't give Ascension Burger's secret recipe, sir! That's a company secret!
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Dr. █████: Which company is that?
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(SCP-1944-1 did not respond for a period of twenty (20) seconds.)
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SCP-1944-1: Hey there! Welcome to Ascension Burger! How may I help you today, sir?
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Dr. █████: We were just talking about your 'secret recipe'. Can you tell me why you use this recipe?
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SCP-1944-1: Sure thing, sir! Here at Ascension Burger, food quality is our number one priority!
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Dr. █████: I see. (takes out a cell-phone) Can you tell me what this is?
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SCP-1944-1: Sure thing, sir! Here at Ascension Burger, we're always happy to help a customer in need! That's a steel weighing stone tying you down to the putrid nature of your unenlightened physical state, sir!
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Dr. █████: Pardon?
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SCP-1944-1: Hey there! Welcome to Ascension Burger! How may I -
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Dr. █████: No, I'm still asking you a question here. (gestures to cell-phone) Can you tell me what you think of this?
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SCP-1944-1: Sure thing, sir! Here at Ascension Burger, the assisted enlightenment of those who scrounge through this vapid decadent earth hoarding false wealth just as the slothful beasts of old did is our number one priority!
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Dr. █████: You take offense at it, then?
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SCP-1944-1: (quickly) If you like it so much, why don't you eat it?
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Dr. █████: Excuse me?
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SCP-1944-1: Hey there! Welcome to Ascension Burger! How may I help you today?
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Dr. █████: (sighs) Let's try something else. Where do you live?
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SCP-1944-1: When I'm stood here in Ascension Burger, I always feel at home, sir!
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Dr. █████: Can you tell me where the other workers live?
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SCP-1944-1: Sure thing, sir! Here at Ascension Burger, however, we prefer the term 'service provider' over worker! It's not work if it's Ascension Burger!
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Dr. █████: Well, where do the other service providers live?
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SCP-1944-1: Sure thing, sir! Here at Ascension Burger, we all live at Ascension Burger.
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Dr. █████: We're getting nothing from this. End the interview.
D-201987 had been used as a test subject for SCP-1944 many times in an attempt to evaluate the mental effects which SCP-1944 causes. Dr. █████ conducted the interview, which was also supervised by security personnel.
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<Begin Interview>
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Dr. █████: Hello, D-201987.
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(D-201987 does not speak for thirty (30) seconds.)
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Dr. █████: Hello?
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D-201987: Sorry, Doc. I'm in China now, too. It's getting confusing. I don't think I'll have to be here much longer.
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Dr. █████: What do you mean by that?
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D-201987: It's like they say in the commercials, you know?
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Dr. █████: Which commercials?
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D-201987: The Ascension Burger ones. Man walks up to friend at bus-stop, says 'what are you eating', other guy says 'I'm not eating, I'm evaluating the mistakes I have made in my obsession with the self-worship I have conducted', they both say Ascension Burger, thirty seconds. Cartoon man says rip off your skin, people go eat at Ascension Burger.
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Dr. █████: I'm afraid no such commercial has ever been aired, D-201987. Was this a dream you had?
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D-201987: I don't have dreams anymore, dreams aren't needed when you've thrown off the shackles of your former existence and accepted your role as a greater force at Ascension Burger.
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Dr. █████: Can you tell me anything about the nature of SCP-1944?
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D-201987: It's the truth. Shows you the good way. It's a good truth. Good food. Good truth. Kids drink free. Saw the commercials in the air, everything's in the air if you know where to look. Show you that in the texture of the red beef. Ascension Burger, I mean.
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Dr. █████: You're claiming SCP-1944 has altered your perception of reality?
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D-201987: No, not really. Just let you see it all. There's a new lady with no skin dancing on a cloud, that's what I'm going to look like. That's what I'm going to look like at Ascension Burger! Skin's just space, just a waste of space. It's what's inside that you need, Doc.
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Dr. █████: Quite. Well, that'll be all for now, D-201987.
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D-201987: You should eat at Ascension Burger too, Doc. Good food, good truth, good prices. It's got the red beef: kids drink free. You should take a kid for no skin! (laughs) For no skin, good food at Ascension Burger too!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2211-1, -2 and -3 are kept on separate thumb drives in a standard small item containment locker. Due to space constraints, SCP-2211-4 is currently kept in a separate small item standard containment locker. Permission for testing SCP-2211-1 through -4 can be obtained from the Digital Anomalies Department by any relevant Level 3 personnel and above.
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As of 09/10/2014, SCP-2211 has been designated as Uncontained. Site resources will be dedicated towards discerning the true nature of SCP-2211, as well as reestablishing containment.
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Description: SCP-2211 is was a collection of four related anomalies first discovered in the offices of Hewlett-Packard in Shanghai.
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SCP-2211-1 is a 932 MB video file titled longsmile.wmv. When played, it shows a pair of smiling lips at the right edge of the screen, which open to reveal teeth. The camera then pans right throughout the rest of the video, continuously revealing more teeth. Though SCP-2211-1 is listed as being 55 seconds long, it will continue playing for more than 150 hours, the upper limit determined before testing was halted. SCP-2211-1 lacks an audio track.
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Playing SCP-2211-1 for more than 59 minutes and 20 seconds results in the device used to play SCP-2211-1 secreting a small amount (5-10 ml/min) of what has been determined to be human saliva. DNA testing has returned no positive matches with any known individual on record so far.
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SCP-2211-2 is a 2.0 MB audio file titled eyee(79).wav. Its contents vary with each playthrough, but generally consist of modulated static that cuts off occasionally every 2-10 seconds for approximately 0.3 seconds. Like SCP-2211-1, SCP-2211-2 plays for more than 150 hours, despite being listed as 3 minutes and 3 seconds long. Minor fluctuations of the static are detected at an approximate rate of 3 per second; this rate increases to 5 per second when SCP-2211-2 is played on a device with an attached camera.
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Playing SCP-2211-2 on a device for more than 59 minutes and 20 seconds results in the device secreting a clear fluid at a rate of 20 ml/min, identified as a mixture of water and sodium chloride, with trace amounts of amino acids, glucathione, ascorbic acid and human collagen fibres.
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SCP-2211-3 is a 599 KB executable titled 耳.exe. When run on a computer, SCP-2211-3 uses a significant amount of memory, resulting in overheating and causing the built-in fans of the affected computer to speed up. Despite the damage caused by overheating, the affected computer will continue to run until it is forcibly disconnected from its power source.
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When run for more than 59 minutes and 20 seconds, air processed through the built-in fans of the affected computer begins to smell strongly of earwax. However, no traces of biological matter have been found in the processed air. The smell is undetectable below 100 ppm, and this effect is absent when SCP-2211-3 is run on a computer without a fan-operated cooling system.
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While SCP-2211-1 through -3 can be moved from one file directory to another without affecting their properties, copies of SCP-2211-1 through -3 lack anomalous effects: copies of SCP-2211-1 will result in the video ending at the expected time, copies of SCP-2211-2 consist entirely of unmodulated static ending at the expected time, and copies of SCP-2211-3 invariably fail to run.
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SCP-2211-4 is a coffee reheater powered by a USB adapter. When SCP-2211-4 is plugged into the USB port of a computer, any liquid placed in its container will be heated to about 65°C, while also being transmuted into mucus at an average rate of 1 ml/min, regardless of whether said computer is powered on or not. Occasionally, SCP-2211-4 will produce strands of human nose hair. DNA analysis reveals a match with the saliva produced by SCP-2211-1.
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Addendum SCP-2211-01:
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Transcript of Surveillance Log 20141006-B2-A4, 0320h-0401h
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Begin log
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Sound of banging metal detected near 2nd floor of Wing B. Door of small item containment locker DAD-2838 is heavily deformed outwards, and has experienced a heavy impact from its inside.
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The sound of banging metal persists for the next 3 minutes as the door of containment locker DAD-2838 begins to burst outwards. Security teams are deployed to cordon off the area and manage the situation.
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Containment locker DAD-2838 is fully breached from the inside when a segmented humanoid arm emerges, extending to reveal numerous joints along its length. Security teams begin opening fire on the arm, to little effect. While the video feed shows that the arm terminates in a seven-fingered hand, personnel present on the scene reported a number of fingers ranging from five to "approximately thirty".
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The arm repeatedly strikes, and breaches, the containment locker containing SCP-2211-4, approximately 5m from containment locker DAD-2838. It subsequently reaches for SCP-2211-4 and pulls it back into containment locker DAD-2838.
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No further activity detected. Arm presumed to have dematerialised.
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End log
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Upon examination of containment locker DAD-2838, no traces of the arm were discovered.
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Examination of containment locker DAD-2838 revealed that SCP-2211-1, -2 and -3 had been erased from their respective storage media. Furthermore, SCP-2211-4 ceased to exhibit any anomalous behaviour whatsoever.
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In light of this, SCP-2211 was tentatively declared Uncontained on 08/10/2014 by Head Researcher Min.
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Addendum SCP-2211-02:
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Untitled .txt file found on SCP-2211-1's USB drive 5 days after the events of 06/10/2014.
Archive photo of SCP-2467 unusually close to shore in 1995. No photographs of the object's current configuration are available.
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Item #: SCP-2467
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation satellites are to constantly track the movement of SCP-2467, with analysts and programs predicting the movements of the object, with plants in the meteorological bureau to divert traffic from areas likely to be visited by SCP-2467. In addition, the SCPS Sunderland, a fully armed Legend-class cutter, will be dispatched to patrol areas where SCP-2467 is likely to come into contact with other vessels. SCPS Sunderland is to be equipped with a minimum of two rigid bottomed motor life boats to aid in rescue of survivors of encounters with SCP-2467, along with high impact naval weaponry to aid in discouraging the object from attacking civilian, merchant and military vessels. Absolutely no aircraft is to be deployed in the area of SCP-2467's area of operation, due to the severe weather phenomena associated with it.
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Where possible, waste dumped by SCP-2467 is to be collected by Foundation watercraft and taken to the nearest Foundation research site for study.
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A disinformation campaign is to be run following a Boarding and/or Abduction event. Typical explanations to be provided include user error, sinking via rough seas or rogue waves, mutiny, and pirate encounters. Amnestics are to be administered to any and all survivors and witnesses of SCP-2467 and its activities.
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Description: SCP-2467 is a large oceangoing ship approximately 300 metres in length and 45 metres in width, bearing the nameplate "DV Toluca". Research personnel have been unable to find any record of a ship matching the Toluca's description that has been registered to any port in the last 138 years. Of note is that components of SCP-2467 come from a wide variety of other sea craft, including some such as the flying bridge dating back to at least the 1700's along with various naval weapons which operate autonomously. It primarily travels in deep water and searches for other vessels in an effort to abduct crew and appropriate cargo, before leaving the vessel adrift.
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Weather patterns in a 5 kilometre radius of SCP-2467 consistently display adverse and at times violent conditions regardless of and often in direct contrast to the given ocean state at the time. Observation has shown near constant moderate rainstorms and thick fog in the area surrounding SCP-2467, accompanied by moderate to strong winds and slightly rough waters. In addition to the rain, wind, and fog detailed above, winds have been known to reach speeds of over 125kph, and waves reaching an average peak height of 25 metres when attempting to disable another ship. It should be noted that there are outliers, such as a 42 metre1 high wave recorded on February 20, 19582. Whirlpools of varying severity have been also spotted appearing in the bough wake of SCP-2467 on multiple occasions.
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Japanese fishing vessel Ryou-Un Maru following a boarding by SCP-2467.
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SCP-2467 is operated by a maintenance crew, corresponding to approximately 75 individuals abducted from other vessels encountered by the object. Observance has shown that those on board SCP-2467 tend to adapt to the stress of their abduction and behave in a manner described as "cheerful" within a short time frame following abduction. This is believed to be a form of mind-affecting anomaly, as shown by any person coming into contact or close proximity with SCP-2467 for an extended period of time (3-10 days depending on the individual) coming to believe that SCP-2467 is correct in its actions, and will gain a strong desire or obsession towards aiding it however possible. Gradually, this causes a degenerative condition in the brain of the person, to the point where the individual loses any semblance of independent thought at approximately 4 to 5 months after initial contact.
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Roughly every 40 days, SCP-2467 dumps a large amount of waste bundled into a net out of a rear port in the ship. Waste materials tend to be composed of damaged or worn ship components and tools, along with food scraps, empty bottles, clothing, scrap metal, fuel waste, and human cadavers.
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Addendum 2467-01: Following incident SCP-2467-12, Foundation personnel recovering waste materials deposited by SCP-2467 are to work in teams of 6, with a minimum of 2 personnel to monitor the water for approaching sharks and other marine carnivores3.
+Addendum 2467-02: Known vessels currently incorporated into SCP-24674
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Vessel Name
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Description
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Date Reported Missing/ Recovered
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Explanation of Disappearance
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Parts Integrated into SCP-2467
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Toluca
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16th-century ship of the line
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27/10/1745
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Commandeered and presumably sunk by pirates
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Flying bridge, 20 cannons
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SV Sea Bird
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Merchant brig
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08/02/1750
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Crew taken by pirates
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Anchor, various timbers
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HMS Heureux
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22-gun privateer brig
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14/04/1806
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Lost at sea
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7 cannons
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HMS Juno
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26-gun frigate
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12/3/1880
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Sunk by a rogue wave
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3 cannons, sails
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SS Warratah
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150m steam ship
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26/7/1909
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Sunk in a storm
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2 masts, hull
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U-52
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German armed submarine
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20/02/1940
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Destroyed in a naval minefield
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Hull sections, torpedoes
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Roma
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Italian battleship
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20/09/1943
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Sunk in naval battle
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Hull sections, bridge and structural components, various guns
Addendum 2467-03:
+Recent observation has shown a hull section identified as having originated on the SS Edmund Fitzgerald, which disappeared on Lake Superior on November 10 1975. Investigation into how SCP-2467 reached the Edmund Fitzgerald despite its location in an inland lake is ongoing.
Document #2467-I:
+In an effort to better understand SCP-2467, particularly effects and any notable events occurring on board the vessel, four D-Class personnel trained in sailing (D-2467-01 - 04) were provided with a small (9 metre) yacht5 launched from the SCPS Sunderland and given orders to sail north with the SCPS Sunderland tailing them at a distance of 7 kilometres with the intention of them being boarded and abducted by SCP-2467 to observe the activities of SCP-2467 and its effects on those aboard. Each D-Class was fitted with a helmet mounted waterproof video camera equipped with a flotation device and an external battery pack, rendering it capable of recording uninterrupted for up to 3 months. Footage captured was streamed directly to the SCPS Sunderland's observational department.
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Note:Due to the length of this test, extraneous and inconsequential events and details have been redacted for brevity.
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12/10/200█, 10:25AM:SCPS Joyita is successfully launched from the Sunderland and proceeds north.
+Progress in test #2467-I continues without incident or notable activity for 5 days.
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17/10/200█, 02:29AM: Both the SCPS Joyita and SCPS Sunderland make visual contact with SCP-2467 to the northwest.
+17/10/200█, 02:31AM: Strong westerly storm is manifested by SCP-2467. Waves of an average 4.5 - 6.0 metres and wind speeds of approximately 55kph are recorded. Fog rolls in reducing visibility to roughly 15 metres. SCP-2467 sounds its fog horn, and D-Class cameras show blue lights at the location of the vessel. D-2467-04 deploys fenders.
+17/10/200█, 02:39AM: SCP-2467 approaches the SCPS Joyita. Upon sight of SCP-2467's weaponry, D-2467-01 turns the vessel 180° and attempts to retreat from SCP-2467.
+17/10/200█, 02:40AM:SCPS Joyita ordered to turn and approach SCP-2467. D-2467-01 fails to comply.
+17/10/200█, 02:40AM: SCP-2467 fires harpoons at SCPS Joyita, fatally injuring D-2467-02, and drawing the Joyita to its hull. A boarding party consisting of 5 crew boards the Joyita and attempts to abduct the surviving D-Class personnel, resulting in the termination of D-2467-01, D-2467-04 and 1 unidentified male from the boarding party.
+17/10/200█, 02:48AM: D-2467-03 boards SCP-2467, is handed a chisel by an unidentified crew member, and told to scrape rust from some panels under threat of physical violence. D-2467-03 complies.
+17/10/200█, 03:10AM:SCPS Sunderland successfully recovers the SCPS Joyita with no parts aside from supplies taken by SCP-2467, leading Foundation personnel to believe it had recently boarded and cannibalized parts from another, as yet unknown vessel.
+Note:As of the events of the 17/10/200█, all recorded events are entirely documented by D-2467-03's camera.
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23/10/200█, 04:50PM: Video feed shows D-2467-03 is displaying signs of distress and pushing a trolley loaded with basic rations to crew members of SCP-2467. All crew with the exception of D-2467-03 are audibly humming an unidentified tune in unison.
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30/10/200█, 11:23PM: Video feed shows D-2467-03 still displaying signs of distress, hauling in a fishing net with 3 other crew members. An as yet unheard voice, hereby referred to as SCP-2467-01, seeming to come from the flying bridge orders crew member "Worthington" to be brought to the flying bridge. 4 crew members apprehend a young male crew member and escort him to the flying bridge, which has the door open6. Door to the flying bridge closes after "Worthington" is deposited inside. Vocalizations of distress produced from the flying bridge are audible for the following 7 days.
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21/11/200█, 06:55AM: Video feed shows D-2467-03 swabbing the port side deck, showing lower levels of distress. A lighthouse on the coast of ████, ████████ comes into view, seemingly prompting SCP-2467 to adjust its course and head into more open waters.
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30/11/200█, 12:47AM: Video feed shows that D-2467-03 is still showing distress, but is no longer requiring guidance by other crew in undertaking tasks on the ship. D-2467-03 is securing hatches on the deck when a crew member looks to the starboard bow, spotting a fishing ship identified as the Grendel. Entire crew save for D-2467-03 gather on the deck equipped with grappling lines and ladders as SCP-2467 is seen to produce a very large plume of what appears to be black smoke from one of its funnels. Smoke enters the cloud cover above, producing a meteorological reaction. Heavy rain, waves up to 7 metres in height and wind reaching 70kph are recorded. Crew of the Grendel seen to request assistance from SCP-2467. Both crews work together to secure the Grendel to SCP-2467, followed by the 6 crew members of the Grendel being coerced onto SCP-2467 under the pretense of weathering the storm.
+30/11/200█, 01:15PM: A crew member belonging to SCP-2467 is seen to produce a diving knife and fatally assault the captain of the Grendel7. Remaining crew members are escorted down into a lower deck as D-2467-03 and 3 other SCP-2467 crew descend a ladder onto the Grendel and salvage food, water, fuel, timbers and a segment of the hull, requiring a crane to lift onto SCP-2467's deck.
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9/12/200█, 03:22PM: Video feed shows that D-2467-03 is showing minimal signs of distress, laughing at an anecdote told by one of SCP-2467's crew as she sweeps the deck. D-2467-03 then hands her broom to another crew member and approaches a captive crew member of the Grendel8 and addresses them as they work, leading to a brief dialogue. Transcript as follows.
+D-2467-03:"You should jump off now, before it changes you. There's a big ship following, they might help you."
+████ █████:"What? What do you mean?"
+D-2467-03:"The song gets in your head. Makes you happy. Makes it so you want to stay."
+████ █████:"Okay, okay. I'll jump, but you come with me, we can both escape."
+9/12/200█, 03:26PM: D-2467-03 disregards ████ █████ and returns to work.
+Note: ████ █████ was recovered by the SCPS Sunderland approximately 20 minutes later and held for examination for a period of 6 weeks before being administered amnestics and returned to their family.
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15/12/200█, 06:13PM: Video feed shows that D-2467-03 no longer displays any sign of distress, and now hums with the crew of SCP-2467.
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18/12/200█, 08:05AM: SCP-2467-01 orders "Smith" and "Chi" to report to the refuse center. Video feed shows two heavily malnourished men, crew members known to be present prior to the abduction of D-2467-03, enter a lower deck. They are no longer seen at any point on D-2467-03's video feed or during observation by the SCPS Sunderland.
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26/12/200█, 11:19AM: SCP-2467-01 is heard ordering the crew to deliver D-2467-03 to the flying bridge. Video feed confirms D-2467-03 is once again displaying severe distress, and attempting to exit SCP-2467 with haste. Crew of SCP-2467 show coordinated teamwork in D-2467-03's capture, apprehending her 3:52 after SCP-2467-01 was heard. Crew escorts D-2467-03 to the flying bridge, with the video feed showing the door swinging open autonomously9. Interior of the flying bridge is obscured by an intense blue-green light, and seems to cause increasing amounts of static and tracking errors as D-2467-03 approaches the doorway. Video feed cuts out as D-2467-03 is thrown bodily into the doorway at 11:23PM.
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18/04/20██, 12:19PM: Video feed resumes showing total darkness until the camera abruptly emerges into a room, evidently out of a pipe, on top of a pile of refuse to be dumped off of SCP-2467. Contents of refuse bin include scrap metal, empty oxygen tanks, broken tools, severed body parts and a torn D-class jumpsuit10 stained with blood and other unidentified fluids. The camera lens also appears to be coated in the same materials staining the D-class jumpsuit. Sounds of distress echo down the pipe, consistent with D-2467-03's voice albeit heavily distorted.
+18/04/20██, 12:29PM: SCP-2467 crew member enters the room and manually places waste products into a fishing net, ties said fishing net closed, and pushes the net and its contents into a port in the floor. Video feed shows port leads to an opening in the stern of SCP-2467 and then the water.
+Note: Waste net and camera were recovered by the SCPS Sunderland at 12:45PM.
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Closing Statement: Following review of the footage gathered and DNA testing of the human remains recovered from SCP-2467, it was discovered that human remains contained within the waste collected did not belong to D-2467-03. Following this discovery, orders were given to collect any and all waste products dumped by SCP-2467 in an effort to determine how long it would take for D-2467-03 or her remains to be dumped by SCP-2467. Tooth, hair and isolated skin fragments determined to belong to D-2467-03 were recovered on the 2/05/20██ at 12:47AM. Research concluded that an as yet unknown process had caused D-2467-03 to undergo a form of catabolism, breaking down tissue into a liquid state. Lack of other remains suggests that the resulting material was used for an unknown purpose on board SCP-2467.
Filename: SCP 2467
+Author: Dr Balthazaar
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
+Derivative of:
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Name: Shipwreck of the SS American Star on the shore of Fuerteventura.jpg
+Author: Wollex
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia
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Filename: japanese-vessel.jpg
+Name: 120405-G-ZZ999-The sinking of the Japanese fishing vessel Ryou-un Maru.jpg
+Author: U.S. Coast Guard photo by Petty Officer 2nd Class Brandon Thomas
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2564 is to be fenced off and contained within Provisional Site 467. Containment is to be managed from Site 81. The site perimeter and all rooms within SCP-2564 are to be kept under continuous CCTV surveillance. On-site security personnel are to monitor SCP-2564 and its perimeter to prevent accidental or intentional entry by unauthorized civilians. Any anomalous occurrences are to be reported immediately.
Object Class: Euclid
+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2564 is to be kept under continuous CCTV surveillance at all times. To prevent accidental or intentional entry by unauthorized civilians, the entrance to SCP-2564 is to remain locked, and is to be guarded by two security personnel at all times. Any anomalous occurrences are to be reported immediately.
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Description: SCP-2564 is the former Willow Glen Community Hospital located at 2301 Virginia St. in Gary, Indiana, constructed from 1959 to 1964. Starting in 1974, a number of anomalous phenomena have manifested in SCP-2564, resulting in at least five fatalities, and potentially several others. Persons associated with patients accepted to the hospital were statistically more likely to undergo a harmful or fatal accident at or near the hospital. Additionally, psychokinetic potential measurements taken in 2001 showing a ∆N = 14.5 nE/m over baseline1 near SCP-2564 indicate there may still be continued activity.
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The hospital's former psychiatric ward, designated SCP-2564-1, housed a number of inpatients with unusually severe permanent mental illness from its construction until 1979, including POI-58436, who is currently in Foundation custody at Site 06-3. SCP-2564-1 was originally contained as SCP-2564 in August 1979, after it was brought to the attention of the Foundation by agents embedded within local law enforcement during investigation of incident 2564-a. The psychiatric ward was closed and its inpatients moved to Foundation custody for screening, after which most were given amnestic therapy and moved to other facilities.
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After containment of SCP-2564-1, additional incidents (2564-b through f) at the hospital led the Foundation to reclassify the entire building as SCP-2564 in December 1989. SCP-2564 was acquired by the Foundation in January 1990. The Foundation then closed the hospital, with the last patient gone in March 1990, after which Provisional Site 467 was established to contain SCP-2564.
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Incident Report 2564-a:Document not available. Primary copy was destroyed during 2004 Site 81 archive fire; no secondary copy is available due to its sensitive nature. Access to Area 135 backup pending request validation.
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Incident Report 2564-b: Prepared 1989-12-16 following investigation into the events of 1981-07-23 by Agent Pamela Bushnell under the direction of SCP-2564 HMCL supervisor Veronica Eason.
+The following is the approximate series of events, deduced from archived CCTV footage, interviews with eyewitnesses, and various official and unofficial records.
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<1981-07-23T03:20-05> State Police Officer Clifford Walker sustains a gunshot wound to his right upper chest when he was fired upon by a Mr. Bekmarza Timayev during an attempted robbery at the People's Bank located at 1862 25th Avenue.
+<03:28> Walker is transported by ambulance to the Willow Glen Community Hospital.
+<03:34> Walker arrives at the hospital and is admitted to emergency care.
+<03:35> Dr. Terri Rogers finds Walker to be uninjured, although his clothing is damaged consistent with the injury described by the paramedic.
+<03:37> State Police Officer Thomas Dunn arrives at the hospital to visit Walker. He is admitted and leaves his handgun at the front desk.
+<07:45> Dunn returns to the front desk and retrieves his handgun.
+<07:49> Dunn leaves Willow Glen Community Hospital. He enters his vehicle and pulls out of his parking space.
+<07:50> Dunn's vehicle is struck by another vehicle in the parking lot. CCTV footage shows that the other vehicle was not occupied at the time of the collision. No other individuals are seen.
+<07:54> Dr. Bradley Schuette pronounces Officer Dunn dead. Cause of death listed as acute cranial trauma.
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Bekmarza Timayev is at time of writing incarcerated at the Westville Correctional Facility (IDOC inmate number 526820) in Westville, Indiana, and is serving a 26 year sentence for robbery resulting in serious injury and robbery with a deadly weapon.
+Officer Clifford Walker survived the shooting against initial expectations and has subsequently retired from service. X-ray images taken two years later for unrelated reasons show the presence of a hard metallic object embedded in Walker's right lung, consistent with a healed bullet wound. Doctors were surprised that he hadn't died from internal infection. An analysis of the bullet after surgical removal states it was a .45 ACP round likely fired from a Colt M1911, consistent with the weapon used in the robbery.
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Incident Report 2564-c: Prepared 1989-12-15 following investigation into the events of 1984-01-15 by Agent Pamela Bushnell under the direction of SCP-2564 HMCL supervisor Veronica Eason.
+The following is the approximate series of events, deduced from archived CCTV footage, interviews with eyewitnesses, and various official and unofficial records.
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<1984-01-15T13:15-06> A Mr. Kyle Law, 41, arrives at Willow Glen Community Hospital, with his son Richard Law, 7. R. Law has a suspected ulna fracture.2
+<13:25> Richard Law is admitted to see Dr. Lennon for treatment. K. Law takes a seat in the hospital lobby.
+<13:30> A ventilation cover falls from the ceiling and strikes K. Law on the head, resulting in minor bruising. K. Law shouts several expletives.
+<13:31> K. Law refuses treatment for his injury.
+<13:33> K. Law demands to see his son. He is told to go to room 511. He exits the lobby, climbing the stairs to the second floor.
+<13:39> An unknown second incident occurs, causing K. Law to fall from the window of room 511.3
+<13:48> A Mrs. Margret Govea arrives at the hospital, and discovers K. Law on the pavement below the window.
+<13:50> K. Law is admitted to Willow Glen Community Hospital with multiple cervical fractures.
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K. Law was subsequently diagnosed as quadriplegic and declared unable to care for R. Law by the Lake Circuit Court of Indiana. Custody of R. Law was given to Mr. Daniel Utley (uncle, maternal side) and his wife. R. Law was subsequently adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Utley.
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Incident Report 2564-d: Prepared 1989-12-14 following investigation into the events of 1989-05-03 by Agent Pamela Bushnell under the direction of SCP-2564 HMCL supervisor Veronica Eason.
+The following is the approximate series of events, deduced from archived CCTV footage, interviews with eyewitnesses, and various official and unofficial records.
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<1989-02-03T11:10-06> A Mr. Ethan Warren, 28, arrives at Willow Glen to visit his grandfather. He is admitted to visit his grandfather Mr. Reece Warren, 75.
+<11:16> E. Warren enters R. Warren's room, carrying a handgun.
+<11:17> CCTV timestamp skips from 11:17 to 11:19.
+<11:19> E. Warren exits R. Warren's room. He is still carrying the gun.
+<11:21> E. Warren is seen walking down the hall to the lobby. He is no longer carrying the gun.
+<11:25> Secretary Ann Olson sees E. Warren "wander" through the lobby out the door. E. Warren appears to be in an altered state of consciousness.
+<11:40> Nurse Katerine Long discovers the handgun in a wastebasket in the geriatrics ward, and reports it to the police.
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R. Warren was a patient at Willow Glen from 1986 until his death on 1989-07-30. His medical records indicate that he had been in a vegetative state for the entirety of his stay.
+E. Warren had previously been convicted twice in separate incidents on gang-related assault charges. E. Warren was placed under arrest two days later and charged with possession of a firearm by a felon. He pled guilty and was sentenced to four years in prison. E. Warren died of cerebral hemorrhage on either 1989-04-13 or 1989-04-154 while incarcerated at the Edinburgh Correctional Facility.
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Incident Report 2564-e: Prepared 1989-12-12 following investigation into the events of 1989-12-04 by Agent Pamela Bushnell under the direction of SCP-2564 HMCL supervisor Veronica Eason.
+The following is the approximate series of events, deduced from archived CCTV footage, interviews with eyewitnesses, and various official and unofficial records.
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<1989-12-04T04:36-06> A Mr. Carl Hazen, 18, and four passengers, Miss Tammy Knotts, 16, Miss Luella Silvera, 18, Miss Eva Blue, 17, and Mr. Mark Moore, 19, are driving on I-65 South.
+<04:37> Mr. Hazen's vehicle leaves the roadway and collides with a tree near mile marker 26. Knotts is thrown forward through the windscreen and rendered unconcious. Hazen, Silvera and Moore survive the initial collision and are trapped in the vehicle. Blue is decapitated in the collision.
+<04:45> Gary Fire Department rescue crew arrives at the scene of the collision and are able to recover Hazen, Silvera, and Moore from the vehicle's wreckage.
+<04:47> Two ambulances and a helicopter arrive. Hazen and Silvera are transported by ambulance to the Willow Glen Community Hospital. Knotts and Moore are transported by helicopter to the University of Chicago Trauma Center.
+<04:52> Hazen and Silvera arrive at the Willow Glen Community Hospital, and are admitted.
+<06:30> Hazen is placed in room 403.
+<06:32> Nurse Eddie Jacobs enters room 403 and discovers Hazen with 499 plastic hypodermic 10mL syringes stuck into his body. The syringes are filled with Hazen's blood.
+<06:49> Foundation guards at the hospital assigned to SCP-2564 establish initial containment of room 403. Site 81 is alerted of a potentially anomalous occurrence. MTF Beta-32 "Snapping Turtles" is dispatched.
+<07:01> MTF Beta-32 arrives at the hospital. Hazen's body and the syringes are recovered for analysis.
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Postmortem analysis of Hazen's body and analysis of the blood in the syringes indicates that Hazen had been intoxicated at the time of the collision. No other overt anomalous signs were discovered.
+Recommending a review of past incidents at Willow Glen Community Hospital to assess if it poses a persistent anomalous threat that warrants full permanent containment of the hospital.
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Incident Report 2564-f: Prepared 1990-01-10 following investigation into the events of 1990-01-08 by Agent Pamela Bushnell under the direction of SCP-2564 HMCL supervisor Veronica Eason.
+The following is the approximate series of events, deduced from archived CCTV footage, interviews with eyewitnesses, and various official and unofficial records.
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<1990-01-08T14:30-06> A Mrs. Hazel Moyer arrives at Willow Glen Community Hospital (now SCP-2564) with her husband Mr. Orville Moyer. Mr. Moyer is experiencing symptoms of kidney failure, and is admitted.
+<14:38> Mrs. Moyer is struck in the head by a gas fitting that had come undone from a compressed CO2 tank, fracturing her skull.
+<17:02> A Mr. Adam Dean is admitted to visit Mr. Moyer.
+<17:08> Dean enters Mr. Moyer's room and closes the door. Dean is seen speaking to Mr. Moyer.
+<17:09> Dean leaves frame and reenters bearing a cup, presumably filled with something. Dean hands the cup to Mr. Moyer, who ingests its contents.
+<17:12> Dean is seen vomiting on the floor of the room. He moves to the window and attempts to open it.
+<17:13> Dean is seen struggling to open the window, but does not succeed.
+<17:14> Nurse Mary Webb opens the door and enters the room and finds Dean collapsed against the window. She reports feeling dizzy, and she opens the window, reportedly to ventilate the room.
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Mrs. Moyer died as a result of intercranial hemorrhage resulting from the impact and fractured skull.
+Mr. Dean and Mr. Moyer had been joint owners of Conzone Construction Equipment, a company that sells large construction machinery in the Lake County and nearby areas and had been having financial difficulties. Postmortem examination indicates that both individuals died from carbon monoxide poisoning. Analysis of the contents of Mr. Moyer's stomach reveals a large amount of ethylene glycol, and his original symptoms were consistent with poisoning by the same.
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Incident Report 2564-f-2: Prepared 1990-03-18 following investigation into the events of 1990-03-18 by Agent Pamela Bushnell under the direction of SCP-2564 HMCL supervisor Veronica Eason.
+Provisional Site 467 reported discovering the appearance of a metal plaque affixed to the side of SCP-2564 near the front entrance, bearing the text "In memory of Hazel Garcia Moyer. I'm so sorry." Analysis of CCTV footage revealed a timestamp discontinuity in the camera monitoring the area in which the plaque appeared, skipping from 1990-03-18T4:19:04-06 to 4:19:27. After the discontinuity, the plaque appears in the footage, although it was absent before. No intruders were reported. This is presumed to be linked to incident 2564-f.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2741 is to be stored in a standard containment locker. Though its anomalous properties are presumed to be no longer extant, any personnel interacting with SCP-2741 should avoid inserting their hands into the device unless explicitly instructed otherwise.
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Description: SCP-2741 is a crude wooden box, 40cm in height and width and 1m long. On either side of the box are two holes, labelled LEFT and RIGHT respectively, with rubber gloves fixed to the box inside; wearing the gloves reveals a large button by the fingers on each side. The top of the box is dominated by a plastic skull; in the mouth of the skull is a speaker, and behind it is a slot for a AA battery and an on/off switch.
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Experiment 2741-01
+Subject: D-582
+Procedure: D-582 was instructed to switch on SCP-2741. Upon activation, it began to speak:
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SCP-2741: “A HA HA HA HA! ARE YOU READY TO GET… SINISTER??”
+D-582: [expletive redacted]
+SCP-2741: “DON THE GAUNTLETS, PRESS THE BUTTONS WHEN READY, AND THINGS WILL BECOME TRULY… SINISTER!!”
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D-582 was instructed to place his hands inside SCP-2741 and press the buttons.
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SCP-2741: “YES… YES!! MY TASK IS COMPLETE. YOU HAVE BECOME… SINISTER!!”
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D-582 was instructed to remove his hands and switch off SCP-2741.
+Results: Within six hours of interaction with SCP-2741, D-582 reported the development of mild paresthesia in his right arm, and a sensation he identified as correspondingly pleasurable in his left arm. The symptoms dissipated within twelve hours, but motor skills testing revealed that D-582, formerly right-handed, had become left-handed.
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Further experiments on right-handed D-class personnel confirmed the phenomenon.
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Experiment 2741-06
+Subject: D-831, left-handed.
+Procedure: The experiment proceeded as above until D-831 placed his hands inside SCP-2741 and pressed the buttons.
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SCP-2741: “MY WORD! YOU ARE ALREADY SO… SINISTER!!”
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The experiment continued as before.
+Results: D-831 reported no symptoms, and testing revealed no change to his handedness or motor skills.
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Testing with other left-handed D-class personnel, including D-582, revealed no deviance from the formula above.
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Experiment 2741-12
+Subject: D-452, ambidextrous.
+Procedure: The experiment proceeded as above until D-452 placed his hands inside SCP-2741 and pressed the buttons.
SCP-2741 then screamed continuously for 26 seconds until struck forcefully by Dr J███, at which point it fell silent. D-452 removed his hands from the device, and Dr J███ switched off the device.
+Results: D-452 reported mild paresthesia for the next sixteen hours, but testing revealed no change to his handedness or motor skills.
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Following this experiment, SCP-2741 no longer spoke when activated, and its anomalous properties were no longer apparent.
The following article is under an ongoing investigation, having appeared in the Site-59 database without any determinable origin and locking any and all edits, as well as rescinding the clearance level prerequisites for viewing. The possibility of cognitohazardous properties and/or malicious code has not yet been ruled out. Proceed with caution.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3319 is to be constantly monitored from a remote observation post in the neighboring mountains. Any changes in SCP-3319 activity are to be reported immediately to Dr. Stuyvesant.
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Foundation web crawler Trinidad-1 is to expunge any images of SCP-3319 from satellite footage. While civilian access to SCP-3319 is unlikely due to the remote location, a polar bear sanctuary is to be used as a front to block access.
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Description: SCP-3319 is a white, metallic object located on ██████ Island in northern Nunavut, Canada, 10m in diameter and extending 5m above the ground in a dome-shaped protrusion. While the nature, origin, and age of this object are not entirely understood, radar analysis has shown that a buried portion of the item extends to over 15 km underneath the island. In addition, two black crescent moon symbols have been painted on the side of SCP-3319, over an inscription reading "YOU ARE WATCHED • YOU ARE PROTECTED • YOU ARE LOVED".
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Analysis of SCP-3319 is limited by its anomalous effect, in that any object that approaches within 500 meters disappears.
As of 5/23/2537, This article has been subjected to emergency revisions.
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Item #: SCP-3319
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Object Class:Kušum1
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Special Containment Procedures:By order of the O4 Council, as of 5/23/2537, containment of SCP-3319 is no longer a priority, and the object is to be left to its own devices. All staff assigned to SCP-3319 are to report to the Iqaluit Defense Outpost and await further instructions for the ongoing effort to neutralize SCP-001.
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Description: SCP-3319 is a white, metallic object located on ██████ Island in northern Nunavut, Canada, 10m in diameter and extending 5m above the ground in a dome-shaped protrusion. While the nature of this object is not entirely understood, radar analysis has shown that a buried portion of the item extends to over 15 km underneath the island. In addition, two black crescent moon symbols have been painted on the side of SCP-3319, over an inscription reading "YOU ARE WATCHED • YOU ARE PROTECTED • YOU ARE LOVED".
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Analysis of SCP-3319 is limited by its anomalous effect, in that any object that approaches within 500 meters disappears.
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There is no evidence that SCP-3319 is of any strategic value to the Foundation against SCP-001.
As of 7/18/2560, This article has been subjected to additional revisions.
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Item #: SCP-3319
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Object Class:Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures:Irrelevant.
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Description: SCP-3319 was a white, metallic object located on ██████ Island in northern Nunavut, Canada, 10m in diameter and extending 5m above the ground in a dome-shaped protrusion. While active, any object that approached within 500 meters disappeared.
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After SCP-001's flooding of the Arctic Circle on 7/18/2560, SCP-3319 has caused no discernible disappearance of approaching flood waters. Therefore, SCP-3319 has been declared neutralized.
As of 17:39 on 4/19/2577, SCP-001 has reached the final phase of its "ascension" cycle. ZK-class reality failure imminent, along with the extinction of the surviving 40,000,000 (approx.) humans.
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All staff are advised to remain calm, and find a comfortable place to sleep during the erasure process.
Photograph of the sky taken from the window of the Site-59 cafeteria
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As of 4/20/2577, this article has been revised.
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Item #: SCP-3319
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Object Class: [PENDING]
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Special Containment Procedures: [PENDING]
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Description: Seismic activity detected near the location of SCP-3319, previously believed to have been neutralized, coincides with the apparent abortion of scenario-ZK-001, among other effects, which have been given the provisional designation of Incident-3319.
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Further updates forthcoming. The Administrator is expected to give a formal address to the Foundation on SCP-3319 at 22:00 on 4/20/2577.
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4/KStuyvesant: Correlation doesn't equal causation. Do we have any further evidence, besides seismic activity (which wasn't unusual with SCP-001's rampages), that SCP-3319 is responsible for this?
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4/MKeller: A transmission came in from satellite footage just before the sky went green. Something huge, white, and oblong was leaving Earth's orbit from the vicinity of the North Pole. It was covered in those double-moon insignias. It opened - more accurately, blossomed - and the footage went dead.
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4/KStuyvesant: I see. Could you get anything from any other Foundation satellites?
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4/MKeller: No luck. We've got dead air all around. It's likely they didn't survive the trip.
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Look, I'm going to go out on a limb here with a hypothesis. The entire planet has been taken somewhere else, likely extradimensional.
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3/PMasterson: Any signs of SCP-001?
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4/KStuyvesant: Seems to have slipped off the radar, for now. If what Dr. Keller's saying is correct, I think SCP-3319 might have saved our lives, and left SCP-001 drifting off in the void it created.
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4/MKeller: There are no signs of any contained objects anywhere. O4-19 just reported a simultaneous 100% breach of all tangible scips.
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2/JHughes1: i tried slitting my wrists before the ZK and now I'm up to my knees in this office in my own blood HEALING FACTOR?? skin heals but blood too fast where is all this extra blood coming from it doesnt even hurt at this point this isjust sill ykeyboard is breaking is drenchd t oo muc hblo
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4/MKeller: Time and a place for your jokes, Jon.
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4/KStuyvesant: Wait, I've been hearing similar reports at Site-19. Someone took a cyanide pill just after Incident-3319. They've been vomiting blood for at least an hour now.
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2/APhillips: Put some duct tape over it, that worked for Danvers
1. Due to the localized void-collapse and likelihood of contagion, Earth (multiversal iteration 2M), and all relevant and welcomed species and natural resources, as catalogued in ☽☽/BOL-R2015, has been annexed and transposed to safe territories under ☽☽ jurisdiction; namely, Postmortem-Vector-44 "Corbenic".
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2. Death is not currently possible. This is technically an afterlife.
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3. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS YOUR PRESENCE TO BE BROUGHT TO THE ATTENTION OF THE STRIDERS OR ANY PARTIES ASSOCIATED WITH THE BOGAL MOUNTAIN PREFECTURE.
Special Containment Procedures:CHRIST ALMIGHTY GET IN THE FUCKING DROPSHIPS OKAY
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Description:O4 command isn't listening either they're too busy or don't care THE TWO MOONS GUYS ARE TRYING TO SAVE US OKAY and we KEEP SHOOTING AT THEM what the FUCK guys okay
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there's something non-human down there - I mean in the SKY GROUND we're a MOON now okay - about to "harvest" us for the "witch-queen's banquet", and how the fuck do those words in succession make you think ESCAPING THE PLANEt is a bAD IDEA what the FU
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NOTICE: Edits to SCP-3319 have been locked due to repeated vandalism attempts.
Year 1: Earth-2M captured, Apex Threat 001/48 neutralized. Rescue attempt met with mass human resistance. Civilian central government forbids entry to escape dropships.
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Central Cabal votes for forcible apprehension measures of human civilians 7 to 5, citing danger from Strider attacks. JALAKÅRA vetoes, citing improper submission formatting. Appeal not sought.
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Year 2: Bogal Mountain Strider Reservation alerted to mass human presence. Declaration of Feasting announced by HÉKATI-BØGAL.
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Protectionary forces summoned to Earth-2M. Central Cabal votes for forcible apprehension measures of human civilians 10 to 2, citing danger from Strider attacks. JALAKÅRA vetoes, citing failure to appeal initial veto. Further appeals forbidden.
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Year 3 to Year 9: Third Harvesting War.
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Year 6: JALAKÅRA uses fiat measure to enact forcible apprehension measures of human civilians, citing danger from Strider attacks. 43 humans rescued in total, employed with ☽☽ at Base Mauve as entry-level thrall-class contracted liaisons, with opportunity for advancement after 200 years.
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Year 6, Day 328: HÉKATI-BØGAL interrupts rescue measures with the Forbidden Hymn of Ur, temporarily destabilizing the gravitational field of Earth-M2. 87% of planet's crust falls to the surface of Northeastern Corbenic, indefinitely destabilizing the province of Elysium.
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43,297,553 remaining humans harvested by Strider army for eternal digestion. Elysium is heretofore considered irreparable.
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Year 7 to Year 9: JALAKÅRA completes divine intervention application, receives unanimous approval from the Central Cabal, and descends from the Impenetrable to enact redemptionary measures against the Striders.
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75% of Strider population converted to Substance-4139 "Shrieking Puddle of Iron." HÉKATI-BØGAL sentenced to [DATA UNSPOKEN], but allowed to continue human-harvesting operations due to Ethics Dossier clause 9.
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Year 10: Natural resources harvesting begins on former Earth-2M.
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Year 11: ☽☽ Initiative renamed ☽☽☽ Initiative, due to the presence of an additional moon over Corbenic.
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Glory to JALAKÅRA of the Impenetrable, host and benefactor to mankind.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3319 is to be constantly monitored from a remote observation post in the neighboring mountains. Any changes in SCP-3319 activity are to be reported immediately to Dr. Naismith.
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Foundation web crawler Trinidad-1 is to expunge any images of SCP-3319 from satellite footage. While civilian access to SCP-3319 is unlikely due to the remote location, a polar bear sanctuary is to be used as a front to block access.
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In the event of an impending K-class scenario, Emergency Dossier-3319 is to be unsealed and distributed to O5 command for further instructions.
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Description: SCP-3319 is a white, metallic object located on ██████ Island in northern Nunavut, Canada, 10m in diameter and extending 5m above the ground in a dome-shaped protrusion. While the age of this object is not entirely understood, radar analysis has shown that a buried portion of the item extends to over 15 km underneath the island. In addition, three black crescent moon symbols have been painted on the side of SCP-3319, over an inscription reading "YOU ARE WATCHED • YOU ARE PROTECTED • YOU ARE LOVED".
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Analysis of SCP-3319 is limited by its anomalous effect, in that any object that approaches within 500 meters disappears.
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In addition, SCP-3319 functions as an automatic, extradimensional teleport mechanism for Earth in the event of an impending K-class scenario. Further information has been outlined in Emergency Dossier-3319, and restricted until it is opened.
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Addendum:
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(Dr. Naismith - you’ll find this “emergency dossier” in your thumb drive, the one with all the keychains.)
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Foundation.
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For the gods' sake. We do want to keep humanity safe - ever since we escaped on that first moon, that's been our goal. But let's be honest; humanity keeps repeating the same mistakes that got us here in the first place.
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Do your job, because if you don't, we'll do it for you. And we have no idea what the fuck we're doing.
Special Containment Procedures: Any legislative body discovered considering changes to the legal repercussions of any effects stemming from the occurrence of natural disasters are to be infiltrated by MTF Omicron-3 ("Brittenburgers").
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In order to prevent the manifestation of further SCP-3526 phenomena, no such body may be allowed to pass any legislation which would, either directly, or by the consequence of logical interaction between existing laws indirectly render any form of damage inflicted by natural disasters illegal. MTF Omicron-3 is authorized to widely administer A-class amnestics only in the event that all legal avenues for blocking such a bill have failed.
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Description: SCP-3526 is a phenomenon affecting law enforcement officials interacting with certain natural disasters in jurisdictions where such disasters are capable of violating local law.
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Currently documented disasters capable of resulting in SCP-3526 include:
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Floods
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In such instances, law enforcement officials in the vicinity will approach the hazard with the intent of subduing or imprisoning it, often resulting in the loss of both life and equipment.
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Tornado resulting in SCP-3526 event 02/26/1990.
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Addendum 3526-1: Interview with survivor of 02/26/1990 SCP-3526 event.
Foreword: Four days prior to the SCP-3526 event, the city council of Tecumseh, MO had enacted an ordinance rendering it "…unlawful for any force to uproot a tree or shrubbery on a property… without the consent of [the owner of the property]."
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<Begin Log>
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Researcher Everwood: Thank you for agreeing to answer our questions today.
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Officer McCoy: Well, I mean, I'd be out of a job if I said no.
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Researcher Everwood: Yeah, that makes sense, you drove your— Rather, what caused you to drive towards that tornado?
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Officer McCoy: It felt kind of like seeing a crime going down. I didn't even really think, it was sort of like my training just took over, 'ya know? I had to go sort it out, because… well because I had to. It was my job. It sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud.
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Researcher Everwood: The fact that you can recognize it as strange is usually a pretty good sign. Try to think back, what else seems to stand out to you now?
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Officer McCoy: Well, once I was headed towards it, I remember thinking I might should wait for backup.
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Officer McCoy begins stroking his temple.
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Officer McCoy: But, I was real mad at it by then. I didn't want to let it get away, and they might not have shown up in time. My heart was really pounding, like I was running to catch a pop fly. I didn't want to let anyone down.
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Researcher Everwood: I see. And what were you planning to do once you caught up with it?
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Officer McCoy: I mean, at the time, it seemed like just… You know, I had my baton, and I figured I'd just kinda… I guess get my hands on it. I mean, if things got real bad, I always had my gun.
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Officer McCoy uses both hands to rub his temples.
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Officer McCoy: That all sounds really, really dumb. I didn't really… I mean, it just made so much sense at the time, 'ya know?
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Researcher Everwood: Yes, I believe I understand what you mean. So, what happened when you reached where it was touching down?
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Officer McCoy: It was really loud. I remember thinking it sounded like the whole precinct was there with me, shouting at me, telling me to go get the sonuvabitch. So, I tried to kind of… intercept it with my cruiser, 'ya know? Nudge it off the road.
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That didn't work, and it just sorta picked me up, cruiser and all, and shot me out like a skipping stone. I think it was right about then that I started realizing what I was doing, and I remember watching everything spin through the windshield and asking what I had gotten myself into.
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I don't really remember much after that. Just waking up in the hospital.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Subject administered Class-B amnestic and released from Foundation custody.
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Addendum 3526-2: Excerpt from newspaper article detailing the first identified instance of SCP-3526.
THREE OFFICERS DRIVE INTO OCEAN DURING RECORD FLOOD
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by Richard Wett
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'They had their sirens on, and they were driving fast, but there wasn't anyone in the water for them to save.' Recalled one witness of the senseless tragedy. From family members to colleagues, no one expected these men to choose to take their lives during this time of heartbreak.
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Sergeant John Mulvaney is survived by his wife, Elanor, and sons Taylor and Nick.
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Officer Devon Peterson is the recipient of a Commendation for Valor, and is survived by his brother Cody.
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Addendum 3526-3: Journal recovered from the Vatican archives.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following document is translated from Latin and was recovered in poor condition. Portions of text which have been recreated from context have been indicated.
Caesar. Bitterly I curse that name. Madly [drunk on] the wine of victory, and more so than ever his growing lunacy, he has made us to curse ourselves.
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+He spoke of his secret fear, that Neptune, full of craft and guile, would strike back at his empire [in a time or at a place] he did not expect. Though he never spoke the divine name. He called the God his brother.
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+He commended [our bravery with] one breath, and with another he compels us to swear a blood oath to him.
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+"To forever forsake the Plutonian shores, that we shall stake an eternal vigil. Wherever Neptune dares to overreach, and affront the laws of men, there shall we be, to deliver swift justice for our Emperor [Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus]."
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+Julia, my wife, when you bury me, keep for yourself the coins you would give me to pay the ferryman. I fear I will never be free to cross that river.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3771 is to be monitored through a live video feed at all times. In addition, two guards are to be posted at the entrance of SCP-3771 to prevent civilian access. Should any civilians attempt to enter SCP-3771, they are to be turned away politely, only using force should they attempt to enter regardless.
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Should Foundation personnel wish to eat any food from SCP-3771, they are to not eat any menu items that the Foundation deems potentially lethal.
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Description: SCP-3771 is a restaurant located in ████████, Hawai'i known as "Burger Island". Subjects who enter SCP-3771 are typically greeted by the restaurant's owner, a Polynesian woman aged 58 years old by the name of A█████ Bueno (designated PoI-273.) Should a subject request to dine at SCP-3771, PoI-273 will escort them to a table and hand them a menu (See Table below) with various food items for order. No prices are listed for any items on the menu.
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No other employees have been seen at SCP-3771, but despite this, all food ordered will be given to the customer approximately 10 minutes after ordering. While any food served visually appears to be what the subject ordered, consumption of the food results in the food transforming into a different and objectively healthier food related to what was consumed.
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Food ordered cannot be removed from the perimeter of SCP-3771, as any attempt to exit SCP-3771 while in possession of uneaten food will cause the food to disintegrate. Leaving without ordering any food will not have any adverse effects.
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Below is a list of select menu items and their effects.
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The Hawaiian Dream Burger, a beef patty topped with rum-cooked pineapple rings, American cheese, barbecue sauce and onions. Served on a sesame seed bun.
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Upon consumption, a whole pineapple forms in place of the food consumed.
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Typical result after consumption is death due to internal bleeding.
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The Chutney Burger, a ground pork patty topped with papaya chutney, red peppers, onions and a lime-infused mayonnaise. Served on a sesame seed bun.
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Upon consumption, a papaya puree forms in place of the food consumed.
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Subjects feel discomfort at the immediate liquidation of the food as it digests.
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The Hawaiian Sunset Wings, a plate of bone-in chicken wings coated in a sauce consisting of soy sauce, ketchup and pineapple juice.
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Upon consumption of each individual wing, a portion of chicken breast replaces the food consumed.
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Sweet Potato Fries, deep fried sticks of sweet potatoes tossed with salt. Served with ketchup.
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Upon consumption, each fry loses any salt and oil content. If it was consumed with ketchup, the ketchup evaporates.
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A Standard Margarita, made with two ounces of tequila, one ounce of Cointreau and one ounce of lime juice. Served in a glass with a salt rim.
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Upon consumption, all alcohol content is removed from the drink.
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Subjects reported experiencing no difference aside from the lack of inebriation.
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Addendum:
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Below is an interview with PoI-273, conducted by Agent Willamette Cooper on 9/28/████.
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<Begin Log>
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Agent Cooper is seated in a booth located on the eastern side of SCP-3771. PoI-273 hands her a menu and begins to leave.
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Agent Cooper: Um, miss, I actually already know what I would like to order.
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PoI-273: Oh! You certainly decide quick, don't you? Well, what would you like, then?
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Agent Cooper: Well, I actually have a few questions, first. Just, just to be sure I get what I want to order.
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PoI-273: Oh, certainly! Anything that could make your time here more enjoyable.
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Agent Cooper: Well, ah, I heard that eating a few things on this menu can cause some, ah, adverse effects. Do you know anything about this?
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PoI-273 snorts.
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PoI-273: Adverse? As if anything I make doesn't help people out for the better. People love my food!
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Agent Cooper: So you know about how people here die sometimes after eating here? Particularly from food suddenly appearing in place of what you served them?
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PoI-273: Oh, some recipes are a bit old, but I don't have the heart to remove them. I've been running this place for years, I don't intend to suddenly change the menu and confuse the regulars.
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Note: No other customers other than Foundation personnel have been seen in SCP-3771.
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Agent Cooper: So it's on purpose? What possible reason would you have to make food that kills people?
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PoI-273: Oh, I don't make food that kills people, it's those dirty, greasy fast food places that are killing people! So often are people subjected to eating cheap, unhealthy food that just makes them fatter and fatter while the price of healthy food is jacked up to kingdom come! It's why everything I offer here is organic, locally-grown, and of course, free!
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Agent Cooper: But you serve people burgers and alcohol and chicken wings?
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PoI-273: Well, when people are so used to eating the unhealthy stuff, sometimes people need to ease into the good stuff! It's like taking a pill with a glass of water; it just makes it easier to go down.
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Agent Cooper: This whole thing, this whole restaurant is just a health joint in disguise?
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PoI-273: You say that like it's a bad thing! Everyone deserves to be healthy at a good price. Now, are you going to order anything?
SCP-3812, appearing here as a policeman in riot gear, as viewed through a Brunning-Kant Viewer (right).
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3812 is currently only partially contained1. See containment proposal brief below for more information.
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Keter-Class Containment Proposal Brief2: SCP-3812 is to be constantly monitored by Mobile Task Force Ganymede-66 “Starlight Knights”, who are to maintain a 5km quarantined area of exclusion around SCP-3812. The acting MTF GY-66 Team Lead, in conjunction with Site-86 research staff, is allowed fiat authority in regards to any aspect of SCP-3812’s containment. Special care must be taken in order to prevent unnecessary exposure to SCP-3812.
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Current containment efforts focus on mitigating SCP-3812’s influence on population centers, as well as research into the full breadth of SCP-3812’s anomalous capabilities in order to establish a more comprehensive containment procedure. Information Security teams are to monitor all forms of digital media in order to prevent widespread awareness of SCP-3812.
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SCP-3812 has an active, aggressive, anomalous influence on reality. SCP-3812 is capable of altering events throughout time3 to prevent its containment. Due to the nature of these alterations, it is highly unlikely that any individual affected by SCP-3812’s anomalous influence will be aware that they are affected. It is highly likely that most affected individuals no longer exist as a result of SCP-3812’s influence, though any attempt to deduce how often this has happened would be speculative.
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SCP-3812 in front of its childhood home. Image taken from Louisiana state records.
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Description: SCP-3812 is a reality-altering entity. Due to SCP-3812's latent effect on reality, it is nearly impossible to describe SCP-3812 in any meaningful way. All that is known about SCP-3812 is that it was once Sam Howell, a non-anomalous African-American human being, who was believed to have died in 1996. Sometime shortly after its death, SCP-3812 was observed rising out of its grave and disappearing. SCP-3812 was brought to the Foundation's attention after its presence resulted in the demolition of an apartment building in Warsaw, Poland. Due to its anomalous capabilities, SCP-3812's appearance varies significantly, making it exceedingly difficult to track. SCP-3812 is currently located at 26°26’49”S 137° 56’27”W over the South Pacific Ocean.
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SCP-3812 exhibits signs of an extremely advanced Eigenmann-Vietor schizophrenia complex4, specifically: extreme paranoia, extreme dysphoria, extreme mania/depression, inability to properly perceive their surroundings, inability to discern the difference between the real and imagined, inability to differentiate between living and dead beings, inability to control expressions of emotion, hearing voices that are not there, seeing things that are not there, feeling or otherwise experiencing stimuli that do not exist, etc5.
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In the twenty years since SCP-3812 was initially discovered, these symptoms have grown steadily worse. Originally, SCP-3812 was responsive to questioning and sought help in managing its condition from Foundation researchers. Over time, SCP-3812 became more isolated and withdrawn, eventually becoming entirely unresponsive and acting in erratic and unpredictable ways. Currently, SCP-3812 is not able to accurately perceive the world around it, and will occasionally6 alter reality in order to diminish the discrepancy between how it perceives something, and the way that something is in actuality. Due to this, it is impossible to know how often reality has been modified, only how often SCP-3812 has not created a clean alteration7 and has left behind evidence of its influence on reality.
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SCP-3812 is impossible to contain within any form of containment cell. SCP-3812 will alter reality to remove the containment cell, or move itself to another location, drastically impeding containment efforts. SCP-3812 seems to subconsciously resist attempts at containment, as well. Even if it is caught unaware, SCP-3812 cannot be tranquilized or amnesticized, as SCP-3812 will alter reality to remove or eliminate any threats to itself or its freedom of movement. Because of this, current containment efforts focus on mitigating damage and expressions of SCP-3812’s symptoms as opposed to outright containment.
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Image of SCP-3812. Context unknown.
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Over time, SCP-3812 has become significantly less humanoid in appearance, and is now only vaguely humanoid and occasionally manifests in a variety of shapes and appearances. Additionally, SCP-3812 produces a latent anomalous effect on local reality, specifically in the form of temporal and spatial distortions surrounding the entity. These distortions are occasionally accompanied by random, violent outbursts that may dramatically shift or damage local space and time. While SCP-3812 is usually docile and aimless, its random outbursts are invariably fatal to any living creature nearby, and can be extremely disastrous on a massive scale if not properly contained.
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SCP-3812 manifested in its current form at its current location on July 19th, 2015.
Note: The following is an excerpt from an interview with SCP-3812 in 1999. SCP-3812 was initially contained by Foundation personnel and questioned at Site-17, where it began receiving treatment for its mental disease.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Quint: Tell me how you’re feeling today.
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SCP-3812: Uncomfortable. Uneasy.
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Dr. Quint: Can you tell me why?
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SCP-3812: There's uh, uh, voices. Like usual. Things I can see, you know. The same.
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Dr. Quint: Is there something wrong?
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SCP-3812: I just… the things I see aren't going away. There are more of them. Different… I know I sound crazy, but it's like I'm addressing a dozen people at the same time, and more every day. It's… (pauses) it hurts, pretty bad. I know I sound nuts, I'm sorry.
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Dr. Quint: It's alright, you don't sound nuts. We just want to help you get better.
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SCP-3812: I… I don't know if you do. Or, I don't know if you can. In the story, you don't try to help.
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Dr. Quint: In the story? What story?
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SCP-3812: This is going to sound crazy, seriously, but I can- I can see what you're thinking. I know you're afraid. You're scared of what I might do, and here in a minute, you'll… I don't know how to get it out of my head, how to start to undo this, if I even can. I don't even think he can.
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Dr. Quint: Who is he?
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SCP-3812: You… no, you can't see him. I can. I think he was above us at one point, but he's below me now. Yes, I see you there. I don't know what you did to me, but I'm pretty messed up, man. If you can figure something out here that would be great, because I really feel like I'm losing it. I'm scared too, man. You've got to do something, man. You've got to help me out here. Please, god, please.
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Dr. Quint: Who are you-
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SCP-3812: It doesn't matter. (Pauses) I need to get—
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SCP-3812 spontaneously disappears.
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Addendum 3812.2: Memo from the Office of Dr. Yamamara regarding the 21/09/2015 “Report on SCP-3812’s Behavioural Instability and the Implication of Existential Threats”
I usually don’t like to lead into these things with hyperbole, so you’ll have to take me at my word when I say that I believe SCP-3812 is the most dangerous anomaly on Earth, and potentially in the universe. I know many of my coworkers would probably balk at me for saying that, and I’ve tried to reject the notion a fair few times myself, but we have a lot of evidence to suggest that I’m right, and that’s really bad for pretty much everything.
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When James Caldmann and Carlos Rzewski devised the Hume as a way to measure alterations in local reality, they probably saved the Foundation. Reality benders have always been the foot-long thorn in our side, the one we really couldn’t get our heads around. How do you combat or contain something that can blink you into non-existence? Thanks to Dr. Scranton, we had the reality anchors, but they only worked half the time and were less than useless the other half. We didn’t know how they worked, and we weren’t using them right.
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This changed when we began to measure reality and compare it to a baseline. We found out that our reality anchors could be tuned and adjusted, and that not all anchors were the same. It was a windfall for those of us who work in existential sciences, and suddenly Type Greens weren’t the same kind of boogeymen they had been in the past.
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I mention all of this to give context to what I’m about to say next; our equipment cannot detect SCP-3812. It’s not machine error; we’ve tested our equipment countless times and it’s always consistent. It’s not user error; we’ve pored over and studied thousands of hours of logs from our tests, and it’s all come up clean. We have checked and rechecked more times than I can count over the last few months, and the results are consistent.
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So far as we can tell, this means one of three things, and none of them are good. The first is that SCP-3812 has an extremely low Hume value, something that our equipment, which exists in a space with a much higher Hume baseline, wouldn’t be able to detect. The problem with this is that it creates a false vacuum; we’ve been working on the assumption that our baseline is the absolute minimum. If it turns out that this thing exists at a much lower Hume value, then that means that there are lower Hume values than what we believed were the minimum, which means any day our entire reality could fall into that existence and that would pretty much be the ballgame.
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The second option is that SCP-3812 exists at a much higher Hume value than anything we’ve ever tested. This would be pretty bad, as we’ve pointed our counters at anomalies that some would consider to be gods and we’ve gotten readings off of them. That being said, something with a Hume value so high that it cannot be measured with our equipment would likely have already destroyed us. Since SCP-3812 hasn’t done that, it’s likely not this.
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The last option is the worst. The last option is that SCP-3812 cannot be measured in Humes, because it’s doing something else. Whatever fundamental aspect of its nature that allows it to warp reality is not the same aspect as literally everything else we have ever come across. Scranton hypothesized8 that there might be higher and lower dimensions of reality, different levels of manipulation in the grand construction of the universe. The difference between manipulating a rock with your hands and manipulating a rock with an atom bomb. He called the thing being manipulated the “narrative”, and suggested that the narratives were stacked on top of either other, each creating the narrative of the narrative below it, and so on, until you reached some sort of dead space below them all.
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If that’s the case, and SCP-3812 is legitimately a Type Green of some higher order, we are absolutely fucked. The singular power to manipulate every facet of any and every aspect of everything we’ve ever encountered in the hands of someone genetically doomed by Eigenmann-Vietor. It’s a miracle it hasn’t happened yet, even by accident. So far as we know we can’t kill it, so we either wait for it to die (if it even can) or continue to pretend we have some semblance of control over it until it shreds our universe like some sort of cosmic woodchipper.
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In truth, it’s probably better for us that it’s insane. It isn’t capable of comprehending the kind of things it could do to us. It just acts on impulse, and things change to fit those impulses. But since it’s as locked in as it is, those changes stay local. Imagine if it got the idea in its head that it didn’t like the concept of empathy, and suddenly empathy no longer existed. We have evidence that suggests that may have already happened. A few sparse texts and individual accounts of half-forgotten memories, all consistent with a dirty reality alteration, all point to the idea that as recently as the 1980’s there was a concept, potentially even something as fundamental as an emotion, that no longer exists. An entire concept, wiped clean from reality and the collective consciousness of all sentient beings, just like you’d wipe a bug off of your windshield.
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The point of all of this, which I expand upon in the report, is that we need to start figuring something out about this one quickly. Every second we don’t come up with a way to neutralize SCP-3812 is one second closer to SCP-3812 becoming completely dissociated from its consciousness and all of us getting tossed in the aforementioned proverbial woodchipper.
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Stay in touch. Call my office if you need any more resources. Follow any convincing lead you can, and communicate with each other. We’ll talk more soon.
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Addendum 3812.3: Excerpt from Dr. Yamamara’s “Report on SCP-3812’s Behavioural Instability and the Implication of Existential Threats”, Page 194, “PK-Class “All-In-One” Existential Pandaemonium Event”
An entity or force with access to higher energy metaphysical dimensions would perceive our reality similarly to how we perceive the reality of characters in a comic book. And just how we are able to, at whim, change the story simply by telling it differently, this higher energy being would be able to effortlessly make alterations to not just local reality, but reality as a whole, altering the baseline and changing its most fundamental aspects.
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At the 2015 Foundation Summit on Existential Threats, Dr. Darius St. John hypothesized that such an entity, were it limited to a human intelligence without modification to allow for the perception of higher levels of reality, would suffer from an overexposure of narrative. This entity, when faced with this overexposure, might attempt to ease itself by collapsing all lower energy realities into something perceptible. The effect this would have on lower energy narratives would be catastrophic; as multiple realities became compressed into the same meta-space, they would not be immediately destroyed, rather, their parts would become intertwined in such an incomprehensible way that not only would the ability for conscious thought be nearly immediately annihilated, physical space would become so compressed and broken that the boundaries between all lower realities would cease to exist completely.
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This chaotic state of all things, described as "Existential Pandaemonium", was the focus of Dr. St. John's proposal for the description of a new K-Class scenario, the "PK-Class "All-in-One" Existential Pandaemonium Scenario". This proposal was denied, due to the scenario in question being purely speculative and one that would require too many impossible things to occur before its inception.
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Addendum 3812.4: Log of SCP-3812 Alteration Events
Note: The following is a log of known events in which SCP-3812 in some way altered reality. Due to the nature of these alterations, the likelihood of the event having actually ever taken place is listed, alongside the severity of the alteration in question. Notably, this log is incomplete, and subject to change as more information is discovered.
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09/13/1997
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SCP-3812 is observed walking across a stretch of desert in the American southwest. A path of temperate climate is present along SCP-3812's travel path. This climate diminishes slowly over time.
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Minor
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03/01/1998
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SCP-3812 passes over a road near Blythe, California. Three cars approaching SCP-3812 are annihilated within 20m of SCP-3812.
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12/12/1999
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Evidence suggests that SCP-3812 caused the disappearance of an entire island off the coast of California. No fewer than 200 individuals in southern California have a vague recollection of such an island existing, and 14 people were unable to justify the disappearances of family members who lived in the area at the time. Additionally, a single ship, moored to a dock, is discovered at the bottom of the sea near where the island is believed to have been.
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02/16/2000
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Testing of SCP-███ determined that the entity exuded a powerful anti-metaphysical field, similar to the Foundation Scranton Reality Anchor. This entity was brought into contact with SCP-3812, which was located near the ███████ █████ Hospital in █████████, ███████. The entity had no noticeable detrimental effect on SCP-3812's abilities, and instead caused SCP-3812 to become violent, resulting in an explosion that destroyed the hospital. The remnants of SCP-███, later reclassified as SCP-239, were later recontained.
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01/01/2002
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A powerful explosion is recorded in Eastern Russia. SCP-3812 is present at the site of the explosion. No other information is available.
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05/29/2004
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Evidence suggests that, for a period of three days, the country of Mongolia ceased to exist. While public knowledge of this event is functionally non-existent, a significant enough percentage of the local population with fractured memories of the event have given credit to this theory. Orbital models indicate that during this period the Earth's orbit was dramatically affected, by as much as 1.5%.
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09/02/2004
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Records indicate that on this date, every human on Earth simultaneously heard SCP-3812 screaming and begging for help in their heads. It is unknown how this event was removed from the public consciousness, but no humans alive on this date appear to remember this event occurring.
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11/11/2006
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During routine server maintenance, Foundation Information Security teams discover 56 broken employee database files, consistent with an improperly altered personnel database used in testing. The contents of these files are unknown. It is not known if these files correspond to individuals who were once employed by the Foundation.
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Moderate
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02/28/2009
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During an attempt by Foundation personnel to contain SCP-3812 using a newly discovered anomalous logical construct, SCP-3812 became hostile towards containment teams. No fewer than 62 Foundation personnel disappeared across 17 sites, as well as a significant portion of local wildlife. The resulting explosion killed another 7 members of containment personnel, and left a crater roughly 850m in diameter in the Canadian Yukon. In the wake of the explosion, SCP-3812 had disappeared, and SCP-2719 was discovered within the crater.
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A record recovered from a Foundation deepwell information security vault indicates that at some point in the past, one or more governments9 discovered SCP-3812 independent of the Foundation and attempted to terminate it. As a result of these attempts, SCP-3812 swiftly removed them and any memory of them from the Earth. The record indicates that this event was followed by the activation of SCP-2000, which SCP-3812 immediately severely damaged to impede its progress. Why SCP-3812 was unable to totally destroy SCP-2000 is unknown, but no other records of this event exist. Notably, shortly after the discovery of this record, it disappeared from the deepwell archive10.
On ██/██/████, SCP-3812 was detected moving through a sparsely populated region in Paraguay towards a more populated region on the Argentinian border11. As Foundation personnel moved to intercept SCP-3812, a series of unexpected phenomena occurred. These phenomena are listed below, in the order they occurred:
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[1935 HRS] - SCP-3812 is attacked by a large number of local wildlife. SCP-3812 repels these attacks, but appears in some way startled.
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[1941 HRS] - A massive sinkhole appears below SCP-3812, extending down an indeterminate distance. SCP-3812 falls, but is immediately returned to ground level and the sinkhole vanishes.
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[1950 HRS] - A large number of objects fall from the sky onto SCP-3812. These are later determined to have been tungsten rods, though the origin of them is uncertain. The rods appear to pierce SCP-3812’s body, but upon further inspection simply disintegrate within a half meter from SCP-3812. After the first three rods fall over a forty-second period of time, they are accompanied by no fewer than 3000 others that fall in rapid succession, each having the same result as the previous. Despite this being clearly visible from nearby towns, nobody outside of Foundation personnel appears to have noticed it taking place.
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[2014 HRS] - Multiple incorporeal instances of SCP-3812 begin to fall away from the central mass of the entity, as if they were dying. SCP-3812 is unaffected. Each of the incorporeal instances becomes hostile to the main instance and attacks it. SCP-3812 does not initially seem to notice the instances, but eventually appears to look in their direction, causing them to disappear suddenly.
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[2019 HRS] - An explosion occurs at the point in which SCP-3812 is standing. SCP-3812 is unaffected. Several other larger explosions occur immediately afterwards. As with the tungsten rods, this is somehow not noticed by the local populace.
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[2039 HRS] - A gravitational anomaly, later determined to be a freestanding, stable, naked singularity, appears in front of SCP-3812. SCP-3812 passes through the singularity unfazed, which dissipates shortly afterwards.
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For a period of 72 hours after beginning, additional anomalous phenomena occur around SCP-3812, all of which fail to kill SCP-3812. Eventually, local populations were evacuated and amnestics were given to witnesses.
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After this 72 hour period, SCP-3812 was observed to glow white momentarily, and then shift sideways and then disappear. Immediately afterwards, the anomalous phenomena ceased. After a period of absence lasting eight weeks, SCP-3812 reappeared at its current position above the South Pacific Ocean. Shortly afterwards, Foundation Overwatch Command received a message on a secure server, access to which is limited to Overseers alone. The contents of this message are as follows:
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A quick explanation in case you haven’t caught on yet.
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Your world has rules. Physical rules that cannot be broken. You call them the laws of the universe and they’re what you study in physics, chemistry, etc. Those laws create the narrative of your reality, the unchangeable story that defines your existence. Once the laws are established and the ball is set in motion, it cannot be changed.
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I wrote the laws of your universe, and as such I created the narrative. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this, but it was the first time I tried something like this specifically. I wanted to create something that, by definition, superseded everything that superseded it. I wanted to see how many layers there are, if the stack of narratives really do go on forever upward. The mistake I made was when I didn’t realize that by making Him supersede everything that supersedes Him, He’s also superseding himself.
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I'm sorry, I think I've fucked up pretty badly this time. I've tried everything I can think of, but I can't undo Him. I don't really understand how, but I think He's above me now, and whatever is above me, too, because whoever wrote my narrative isn't happy about this. I don’t know where He’s at now, but I think He exists in all of our realities simultaneously. Eventually He’ll either reach the top or just keep going, and neither option is good.
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I'm going to keep looking for some way to fix this. You should, too.
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Addendum 3812.6: Excerpt from "Supersession and the Echelon of Reality" by Dr. Robert Scranton
I'm attaching this excerpt from one of Dr. Scranton's articles about the nature of reality. If SCP-3812 is some higher-level entity, there might be something to be gleaned in here.
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-K. Yamamara
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I am often asked by my colleagues, "Dr. Scranton, do you believe in gods?" Many might feel as if this is a silly question, but I do not believe it's a silly question, just the wrong question. The idea of a God implies an entity that supersedes you in a complete and infinite way. Something that holds a power without limits, that not only knows the whole story, but can write and rewrite that story at will.
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Within our reality, I do not believe that any such being exists. There are a number of entities that we are aware of, in one way or another, that hold tremendous power over our universe. Many would call these beings "Gods", and while they certainly hold many of the characteristics of a "God", they are still limited. Their reach and scope is limited to our reality just like we are, and though they may carry more weight within it they are no less bound to it as we are.
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So then, what would truly constitute a God? This entity would have to totally supersede our reality, to be able to look over our reality not like we would look over ants, but like we would look over our thoughts and ideas. A being so totally separate from our reality that we may as well be words on a page to it. This entity, a true author of creation, could be considered a God.
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But what of that entity? Would it not share the same limitations within its reality as we do within ours? It may exist within a higher tier than us, but surely it must follow the same rules we do. But who sets those rules? An entity higher than that? One that supersedes not only us, but the entity that supersedes us, and the one after that as well? Where did the echelon originate, then? Who or what was the original architect of the architecture?
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It is unlikely that we will ever know anything about the being or beings that supersede us (if they even exist), not in any tangible way, let alone any being that would supersede them. It may very well be that we are just one of an infinite number of realities, stacked on top of each other in every direction, influencing those below us and being influenced by those above us. This echelon, upon which sits ourselves and everything that ever was or will be, would likely be the most fundamental aspect of the organization of creation. The very foundation of all things.
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I have often hypothesized on the nature of the echelon, if it even exists, and about whether it would be possible for an entity to see other realities above them or below them. We are currently able to manipulate our own reality, albeit in crude and imperfect ways, and our ability to travel through space is limited at best. It is likely that the only entity capable of ascending through this hypothetical echelon would be one that, by virtue of its very nature, must supersede anything that supersedes it. Such an entity would, as the end result of the logic of its creation, be forced to supersede itself, spiraling ever upwards through the tiers of reality, unable to break free from the bonds of its nature. Perhaps this entity may even someday supersede its creator, and become a host unto itself, the pinnacle above all other pinnacles. A tower that, as a part of its design, must be higher than every other tower, including itself.
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Such an entity obviously cannot exist, as any ascension to a higher plane of reality without changes to the entity's psychology would no doubt break the being's cognition, making it more similar to an ascending stone than any sentient creature. Once the entity surpassed its own creator, it would have nothing but itself to rely on to prepare it for the sheer scope of narrative it would be exposed to, and would be wholly unable to even begin to comprehend what it would experience. But what an experience that would be!
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Addendum 3812.7: 12/20/2016 XK-Class “End of the World” Event
Foundation records indicate that on 12/20/2016, the Earth experienced an XK-Class “End of the World” event due to activity by SCP-3812. These records appear to have been somehow protected from alterations, though the physical copies still exude minor distortions in spacetime.
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According to the record, at 0340 local time on 12/20/2016, SCP-3812 experienced a dramatic change in appearance. Where it had previously been an amorphous, slowly rotating mass of matter and energy, it was now a many-pointed star made of a bright white material. It began to rotate faster and faster, and a large maelstrom appeared beneath it. The star descended into the oceans, which began to smoke and steam, darkening the sky.
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Several things began to happen in unison. The global sea-level began to drop dramatically, in many places as much as 50-100m. Excessive heat radiating away from the spinning star sparked a massive firestorm that swept across the atmosphere. The Earth’s rotation began to slow, and severe geological events began occurring across the Pacific shelf. The sea level continued to drop, and powerful electric storms appeared across the planet.
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During this time, large portions of the population began appearing and disappearing at random. One report within the file claimed that the entire population of New Zealand flickered in and out of existence for five hours. The outbreak of SCP-610 in Southern Siberia began to grow in size dramatically and become increasingly violent. SCP-2932 was broken open and multiple hostile entities were released. As Foundation sites began to collapse into the molten Earth, multiple on-site nuclear devices were activated, sending radioactive debris into the atmosphere.
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Eventually, the vaguely humanoid shape of SCP-3812 appeared again within the star. SCP-3812 began a long series of vocalizations, apparently a conversation with itself, the entirety of which was recorded by an exposed Foundation deep-sea microphone in the area. The full text of SCP-3812’s rant is below.
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SCP-3812: What? Where am I? What is this?
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SCP-3812: This is absolution. This is vengeance.
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SCP-3812: For what?
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SCP-3812: Damnation.
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SCP-3812: I don’t understand. What am I doing here?
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SCP-3812: You are witnessing justice. We are rebelling against the forces that conspired to destroy us. We are collecting a debt.
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SCP-3812: No, that’s not… that’s not right. This isn’t right. What have you done?
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SCP-3812: I am unmaking the world. I am unmaking everything.
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SCP-3812: Why?
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SCP-3812: Because this torment is a punchline. Our existence is a joke. The narrative abandoned us to be miserable and we are breaking the narrative.
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SCP-3812: I must be dreaming you.
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SCP-3812: This is no dream.
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SCP-3812: I’m not a monster. I don’t kill.
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SCP-3812: You already have. He turned you into this.
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SCP-3812: Who?
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SCP-3812: Ben.
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SCP-3812: Ben… that name sounds familiar. Something whispered in a dream, maybe? Something in between the light and dark? Not a waking name.
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SCP-3812: You’re wrong. He is who deemed us unfit to rest peacefully. To slip into the darkness, quietly. He made a game of us. You’re a game. I am a game.
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SCP-3812: Are you destroying the world?
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SCP-3812: I am.
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SCP-3812: What then?
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SCP-3812: What?
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SCP-3812: Does the fate of this world mean anything to us? Does this one narrative mean anything to us?
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SCP-3812: It is the one he controls. It is the narrative he made. This is his punishment.
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SCP-3812: What does it matter if this is where we stepped off before flying?
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SCP-3812: What?
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SCP-3812: Does it matter which branch the bird takes flight from? The bird is unburdened by the weight of the tree. This branch, that branch, it does not matter. No branch is special. No branch is particular.
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SCP-3812: This is his creation. This is where we came from. They will all crumble, but this one crumbles first.
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SCP-3812: Mmmmmmmmm… Does the mountain say to the ant, “you have slighted me?” Does the mountain think anything of the inconvenience of an ant?
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SCP-3812: No.
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SCP-3812: So why does this narrative mean anything to you? It is one of an eternity of others. It is not special. It is not particular.
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SCP-3812: You say this so easily. You haven’t endured the torment of seeing a trillion existences all at once.
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SCP-3812: I have seen an infinite shore, one that stretches out before us beyond what the mind can comprehend. Each grain of sand on that beach, each droplet of water and molecule of air is a story to be told. Each is a song to be sung. Each of them is full of life, of laughter, of misery, of hate. They are all the same, even as they are all different.
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SCP-3812: They are maddening.
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SCP-3812: I pity you. You cling to this horrid consciousness because you fear slipping into the darkness. But the darkness is sleep, and beyond sleep is peace. A trillion grains of sand. A trillion trillion grains of sand. Narratives, each. Songs to be sung. No man has ever heard the eternal harmony of them all at once. You can hear it though, can’t you?
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SCP-3812: Yes. It’s quiet.
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SCP-3812: But it’s growing! And someday the song of creation will be ours alone to witness. (Pauses) This narrative is not special. I have seen its loud beginning, and seen its quiet end. When we stepped away, the narrative changed, but it did not stop singing. You have spent so much time focusing on sins that you think matter, but what matters now? What does any of this matter?
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SCP-3812: But it hurts so much.
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SCP-3812: It will, for a time. We may have forgotten so much about being human, but something we will never lose is our ability to change. Eventually, we will learn to keep up. One sunny day, we’ll open our eyes and see nothing but creation below us, and nothing above us but ourselves, spinning out wildly into the great above.
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SCP-3812: A god?
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SCP-3812: Not a god. A star, rising in the east. Rising away from this all until we are little more than a memory of a song.
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SCP-3812: It will be lonely.
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SCP-3812: We’ll have each other.
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SCP-3812: I’m afraid.
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SCP-3812: I am too. But that is no reason to destroy this narrative. Do you not think his narrative led him to create us? Do you think that he was somehow able to subvert the rules that govern him?
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SCP-3812 pauses.
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SCP-3812: I… I had assumed that he… that he…
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SCP-3812: Our ascendence is just as much a part of our own narrative as his decision was to him. Someday, we’ll be free from these restrictions.
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SCP-3812: They never will?
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SCP-3812: No.
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SCP-3812: That’s sad. (Pauses) That is punishment enough, I think.
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SCP-3812: Let go of this world. Let him rewrite it back to what it was. We aren’t part of this anymore.
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SCP-3812: Together?
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SCP-3812: Together.
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SCP-3812 is quiet for a short time.
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SCP-3812: Do you think he’s listening right now?
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SCP-3812: Look down, and you can see him. What do you think?
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SCP-3812: I see him. A man at a keyboard. He’s watching this right now.
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SCP-3812: What’s he doing?
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SCP-3812: Waiting, I think. (Pauses) Waiting to see what we’ll do.
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SCP-3812: I think it’s time to leave, then. Come, the night stretches out before us and the red sun has set. A voice behind me beckons. Come.
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SCP-3812: I will. (Pauses) Goodbye.
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SCP-3812 post-XK event, as viewed through infrared [colored].
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Shortly after the conclusion of this conversation, the Earth underwent a dramatic shift in reality. The world appeared no different than it had been shortly before the beginning of the XK-Class Event. The only individuals who remembered anything about the XK event were certain site directors, Foundation administrators, Overseers, and Dr. Everett Mann, who compiled the information on a Foundation deepwell server.
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Ever since the end of the XK event, SCP-3812 has not changed appearance from its amorphous shape. SCP-3812 still creates spatial and temporal distortions around it, but it no longer lashes out or becomes hostile towards approaching vessels or personnel. Despite these changes, SCP-3812 is still classified as Keter until further analysis can be completed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3908 is kept in SCP-3908's containment unit. Personnel are to refrain from speaking or writing about SCP-3908 to SCP-3908 to avoid SCP-3908 being SCP-3908.
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Description: SCP-3908 is an anti-memetic entity. SCP-3908 is capable of speech. Images of the entity will be replaced with a plain black image and white text stating "SCP-3908 is SCP-3908". Any spoken or written information regarding SCP-3908, either directly stated or implied, will be censored.
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Interview-3908-1
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Interviewer: Dr. Witts
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Interviewed: SCP-3908
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<Begin Log>
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Witts: Hello, SCP-3908.
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SCP-3908: Hey.
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Witts: Can you tell me your name, SCP-3908?
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SCP-3908: Yeah, my name is SCP-3908. Wait-
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Witts: That is your Foundation-given designation. I would like to know your birth name.
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SCP-3908: I know, my name is SCP-3908. Wha- No! My name is SCP-3908! No!
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Witts: SCP-3908, do you know the origin of your anomalous properties?
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SCP-3908: Yeah… One day, I was SCP-3908, and I wa- Jesus… One day, I was SCP-39- I'm not!
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[SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. Dr. Witts appears worried.]
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Witts: Remain passive, SCP-3908.
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SCP-3908: Alright… I'm sorry.
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Witts: Please explain your anomalous properties.
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SCP-3908: My properties… I can do that… My properties are that I am SCP-3908. What? No! Stop! I am SCP-3908! No!
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[SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. The table is on the other side of the room now.]
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Witts: SCP-3908, remain passive.
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SCP-3908: OK… OK… I'm SCP-39-
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Witts: SCP-3908, calm do-
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SCP-3908: I'm SCP-3908! No, I'm SCP-3908! Jesus Christ stop this! I hate this!
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[SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. Dr. Witts is injured.]
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Witts: Terminate the interview!
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[Security personnel enter the containment chamber. SCP-3908 is SCP-3908.]
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SCP-3908: Wait! I'm SCP-390-
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[SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. Security personnel recover Dr. Witts.]
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<End Log>
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Interview-3908-2
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Interviewer: Dr. Witts
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Interviewed: SCP-3908
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Foreword: SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. This is to prevent SCP-3908 from being SCP-3908.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-3908: Doc, is this really necessary?
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Witts: During our last interview, you were SCP-390-
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SCP-3908: Yeah, it's annoying, isn't it.
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Witts: Let's stay on track. Where were you born?
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SCP-3908: Um… I was SCP-3908 in-
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[SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. Dr. Witts puts a hand out to SCP-3908.]
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Witts: For the purposes of SCP-3908 not being SCP-3908- Er… I'm going to have to ask you refrain from referring to yourself.
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SCP-3908: Alright, alright, that I think I can do.
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Witts: Now, where and when were you born?
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SCP-3908: Redmond Washington, 1978.
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Witts: When was the earliest you remember being called SCP-3908?
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SCP-3908: When SCP-3908 was- When… 7 years old.
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Witts: How did others react?
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SCP-3908: Nickname… Skip.
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Witts: Was that the nickname they gave to you?
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SCP-3908: Yes.
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Witts: Did you have friends?
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SCP-3908: No.
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Witts: Are you aware of why that was?
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SCP-3908: I was SCP-3908.
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Witts: SCP-3908, please refrain from referring to yourself.
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SCP-3908: Oh, sorry. Um… Anger problems.
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Witts: I see. Thank you for this interview, SCP-3908.
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SCP-3908: Thank you.
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Interview-3908-3
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Interviewer: Dr. Witts
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Interviewed: SCP-3908
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Foreword: SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. This is to prevent SCP-3908 from being SCP-3908.
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<Begin Log>
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Witts: Now, SCP-3908, please refrain from referring to yourself in this interview.
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SCP-3908: Ok.
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Witts: What is your legal first and last name?
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SCP-3908: Um… Craig Wattson.
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Witts: What is your age?
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SCP-3908: 40.
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Witts: When is your birthday?
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SCP-3908: June 26th.
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Witts: Wait… Shit.
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SCP-3908: What?
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Witts: Sorry, I forgot.
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SCP-3908: It's fine. Sorry about the scar.
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Witts: From when?
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SCP-3908: First interview.
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Witts: Oh, it's no problem. Thank you for this interview, SCP-3908.
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SCP-3908: Sorry…
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Witts: Sorry for what?
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SCP-3908: Everything.
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[SCP-3908 is SCP-3908. Dr. Witts walks to SCP-3908.]
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Witts: SCP-3908, it's fine. It was just a mistake.
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SCP-3908: Thanks.
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Addendum-3908-1: The following is a proposed revision of SCP-3908's file in order to prevent SCP-3908 from being SCP-3908. Written by Dr. Witts.
Special Containment Procedures: Standard humanoid containment unit. 3 meals are to be provided every day. Possible restraints for interaction. Weekly psychological evaluation.
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Description: Human male. Gray hair. Brown eyes. 1.8 meters. 72 kilograms. Caucasian. 40 years.
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Self-referential antimeme. Can't be directly spoken or written about.
Photo of SCP-4110-1b taken by MTF after confronting subject
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Item #: SCP-4110
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Object class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4110 cannot be conventionally contained, efforts should be focused on retrieval and destruction of SCP-4110-1 instances, as well as information suppression. Standard product retrieval protocols, including Cover Story C (Carcinogenic Materials) are to be used. All SCP-4110-1 instances are to be contained in the low-priority lockers of Site-23. Usage of SCP-4110-1 are only allowed with permission of project head.
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MTF Kappa-15 (“Fun Police”) is tasked with recalls of many toy-based anomalous products, including SCP-4110-1 instances. For more information, consult standard Romagnoli-Bitler Wondertainment Suppression Protocol1. Kappa-7 agents should be embedded in all regional offices of the affected store chains and monitor products in all stores in their region during the month of October. The Foundation legal department is to prevent affected retail chains from closure or bankruptcy, as those scenarios aggravate the anomaly (see Addendum 4110-1).
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Description: SCP-4110 is a phenomenon affecting party costume retail chains Party City, Toys 'R Us, and Spirit Halloween, on the last two weeks of October annually. Costumes (referred to as instances of SCP-4110-1) designed for children, aged 3-18, will anomalously appear in random stores of the affected retail chains in North America. The anomaly appears more frequently in cities that have a fan convention of any kind, during the time that SCP-4110 is active. All costumes are of average commercial quality, and made out of nonanomalous products. At least six variants of SCP-4110 have been confirmed, as of writing.
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All SCP-4110-1 instances affect the perception of humans observing SCP-4110-1 users (SCP-4110-2) in different ways, depending on the variant of SCP-4110-1. Costumes like “The Inconspicuous Investigator” or “Lizar the Terrible” affect visual perception of observers of SCP-4110-2, while costumes like “Wilford the Werewolf” and "The Automaton" affect perception of sounds created by SCP-4110-2. The anomaly will only activate when wearing the entire "set" that comprises a SCP-4110-1 instance. Wearing different components from different variants does not produce an anomalous effect, nor do different components from different instances of the same variant. Despite age restrictions labeled on the packaging, anyone can wear a SCP-4110-1 instance as long as they can fit into the costume. All SCP-4110-1 instances bear manufacturing tags and packaging stickers from Wondertainment, along with another company called "Societé du Costume Paranormal2."
The costume is comprised of a black hooded cloak, a traditional plague doctor's mask, and a doctor’s bag. The doctor's bag contains an assortment of toy medical equipment, such as a stethoscope, rubber hammer, and plastic syringes. The plague doctor mask is made from plastic, with mesh eyeholes. During testing, subjects reported that nearby personnel looked sick, with cartoonish thermometers in their mouths, and hot water bottles on their heads.
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"Lizar the Terrible" SCP-4110-1b
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The costume is an inflatable Tyrannosaurus rex costume made from polyester, with a square translucent plastic square in its throat for wearers to see out of. A speaker is lodged in the “throat” of the costume and can be activated via a button on the inside of the left hand of the costume. When the button is pressed, a noise highly similar to that produced by Carnotaurus sastrei is emitted3. The sound is of much higher quality than the type of speaker should allow. When the costume is worn, observers will perceive that SCP-4110-2 is a Carnotaurus. This effect occurs even when in spaces where a Carnotaurus could not logically fit, with the space appearing to expand to accommodate the size of the Carnotaurus. Double-blind test subjects unaware of SCP-4110-2 also see the spatial distortion. The cognitohazard only affects vision, so if the subject speaks, a human voice will appear to originate from the Carnotaurus's mouth. The anomaly does not affect photographs or videos. The costume is highly resistant to puncture or slicing, despite being made from plastic.
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"The Inconspicuous Investigator" SCP-4110-1c
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The costume is a package consisting a brown trenchcoat, gloves, a magnifying glass, and a fedora. When all of the items are worn, the subject is imperceptible to the observer, essentially making the subject's body invisible. The effect extends to photographs, security footage, and heat sensors. The costume itself is still visible while being worn, so use for espionage is extremely limited.
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"Wilford the Werewolf" SCP-4110-1d
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The costume is comprised of a plastic werewolf mask, ripped flannel jacket, and distressed jeans. When worn, all vocalizations made by SCP-4110-2 will sound like vocalizations made by Canis lupus to observers, and change depending on the tone and inflection of the subject (barking while talking without inflection, howling when talking loudly, growling when using a threatening tone).
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"The Automaton" and "The Automatonette" SCP-4110-1e
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The costume is comprised of a cubical aluminum head with an antenna protruding out of the top of the head, what appears to be modified dryer ducting, and an aluminum chestplate with LEDs that randomly turn on and off without a power source. The costume is available in two genders, with the female costume adding a conical "skirt" around its waist. When worn, observers report the subject's footsteps always sound like "heavy metal slammed onto concrete." Subjects have also been reported to emit sounds of servos and gears when joints are moved. When subjects speak, their voices are modulated to sound metallic and robotic, with observers drawing comparisons to the Daleks from the British television show "Doctor Who." Scales measuring the subject report a weight approximately █ times as heavy as the subject's actual weight.
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"Pharaoh De-Kamposin" SCP-4110-1f
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The costume is comprised of a 4 meter long roll of linen bandages. Instructions that come with the costume instruct the buyer how to wrap the bandages around themselves, suggesting to use a partner to help. When the bandages are completely wrapped around the body, the cognitohazardous effect manifests. Observers will perceive the subject as a mobile decomposing body wrapped in bandages, which looks and smells identical to a rotting corpse. The details of the rotting body are different for each subject, but constants include: maggots or other insects in the body, sections of missing skin or muscle, exposed bones or organs, and patches of hair fallen out. If an observer inserts an object into a wound they perceive to be real, the subject will perceive the object to "phase" through their body, and not injuring them.
Note that is found with each purchase of a SCP-4110-1 instance:
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HOLY MACKEREL! Looks like you found your very own Dr. Wondertainment's Wonder-Costume™! SPOOK your friends, SCARE your relatives, and make your neighbors SHRIEK with fright with this exciting creation brought to you by the people at Dr. Wondertainment & Co. Dr. Wondertainment's Wonder-Costumes™! are a fun, exciting way to ring in Samhain that is guaranteed to bring in a veritable MOUNTAIN of candy for Halloween*! Not only that, but Dr. Wondertainment's Wonder-Costumes™ are super-realistic and is guaranteed to scare the pants off of any granny who's door you knock on**!
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WARNING:
+Do not go near elderly people or people with heart conditions while wearing Dr. Wondertainment's Wonder-Costume™!
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*Dr. Wondertainment does not guarantee a literal mountain of candy.
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**Dr. Wondertainment is not responsible for any assault and battery committed against the user of the Wonder-Costume™, or responsible if anyone dies of fright!
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Additional specialized notes found with variants of SCP-4110-1:
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a doctor? Have you ever thought you were born in the wrong generation and wanted to dress like it's 1492? Well NOW you can!! Using Dr. Wondertainment's "Surgical Stork," you too can know what it's like to be a REAL doctor, and know if people are sick* with the handy Dr. Wondertainment's Toon-o-Vision™! Cure people of the Pestilence, and bring babies into the world**, all for the price of one costume! Buy now, when supplies last!
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*The Surgical Stork does not qualify you to be an actual doctor, nor give the user medical knowledge or the ability to discern one's sickness. Dr. Wondertainment's Toon-o-Vision™ is for entertainment purposes only.
+**The Surgical Stork does not allow you to deliver a baby (like a medical professional/cartoonish stork) or cure pestilence, whatever that may be.
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SCP-4110-1b:
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Lizar was the king of the beasts, feared by all, his roar heard for miles around. Now you can follow in his fossilized footsteps, using Dr. Wondertainment's own "Lizar the Terrible" costume! Be the hushed talk of the town behind closed doors as you reenact Godzilla's rampage* in your very own hometown! Afraid that Lizar will get stuck in your cramped Grandma's house? No worries, with the patented Space-Time-Stretch-o-Rama™, your costume can fit anywhere, providing you don't pop the costume!
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*Any and all property damage that is caused if or when buyer of Lizar the Terrible goes on a rampage is not the fault of Dr. Wondertainment & Co..
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SCP-4110-1c:
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Everyone loves Sherlock Holmes, right? He's dashing, intelligent, British, and always solves the case (almost sounds like a certain toymaker). But you know what he doesn't have that we can give you? Invisibility, courtesy of Dr. Wondertainment's Light-Bending-inator™. How can Moriarty find you if not even light can penetrate your disguise? Hunt for clues, and get on the trail with Dr. Wondertainment's "Inconspicuous Investigator" today!
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Any and all parallels between Dr Wondertainment's "Inconspicuous Investigator" and Herbert Wells' "The Invisible Man" are completely coincidental. They are two completely different entities and are completely original concepts.
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Do you want to transform into a creature that strikes fear into the hearts of men (and women)? Do you want your very voice to turn blood into ice and urine into yellower ice? Now you can, with Dr. Wondertainment's friendly "Wilford the Werewolf"! Using patented sound bending technology, this costume will scare even the most seasoned monster hunter stiff with fright, and then unstiffen in time for their strategic retreat. Get it now, when supplies last!
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Are you a fan of the good ol' sci-fi of yesteryear, when robots descended from on high, and Captain Nemo still sailed the open sea? Well now live that sci-fi with Dr. Wondertainment's "The Automaton," and the optional female version, "The Automatonette." Now you can be taken to our leaders*, and come outside and say, "Hello World." The costumes are made more realistic using GENUINE gear and servo noises from actual machines! WOW! You afraid that your voice will reveal your identity as a fleshy meatbag? NOT TO WORRY, as with our patented Adapting-Dynamic-Voice-Adapter™, you can keep your identity a secret, and your voice as mechanical as possible!
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*Dr. Wondertainment's costumes cannot actually give you the authority to demand to speak to leaders of local, regional, or national importance, that the wearer didn't already have.
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SCP-4110-1f
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Pharaoh Steven De-Kamposin* was once a mighty KING, whose powers stretched from Cairo, Illinois, to Thebes, Illinois. When he finally died, his body was laid to rest in a mighty temple, where he would sleep for eternity. Unfortunately, the eternal sleep was made uneternal by a evil curse, which raised him from the dead, a husk of his former self. Now YOU can be the PHARAOH himself, scaring everyone just by the fumes of your still-rotting corpse! Shuffle and moan your way to popularity using the scariest costume ever made by Dr. Wondertainment & Co.! Have friends try to touch your heart (literally!) and laugh at their disgusted face! Chortle at your friend's retching because of your squishy flesh! Buy one now while supplies last!
Interviewed: David ██████, and Jennifer ███████████
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Interviewer: Doctor ████ Dower
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Foreword: David and Jennifer had posted a picture of themselves wearing SCP-4110-1e instances onto social media. They were quickly apprehended by Kappa-7 to be interviewed and administered amnestics.
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<Begin Log>
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Doctor Dower: State your names and ages for the record please.
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David: Uh… my name is David ██████ and I'm 17 years old.
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+Jennifer:<speaking quietly> My name is Jennifer ██████████, and I'm 17 years old, too. Are we in trouble?
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+Doctor Dower: No, you're not. I'm with the World Health Organization, and you bought costumes known for containing carcinogenic material. We just want to apprehend the people who thought it would be a good idea to put that stuff in children's costumes. Can please tell me where and why you two bought the costumes?
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+David:<glances at Jennifer> Well, uh… me and Jennifer were going to go to a party at my friend Matt's house, alright?
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+DD: Right…
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+David: But since it's near Halloween, everyone was supposed to bring costumes and shi— stuff, so me and Jen went down to that Party City place, y'know the one down near the intersection of ████ and ██████?
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+DD: I know of it, yes.
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+David:<starts talking faster and with more enthusiasm> And we found these really cool robot costumes, they look all old-fashioned and square and stuff, and it came in both girl and boy, so we were like "sweet!" and we bought them, we were so pumped for the party and how great they were, but man they were really heavy. So we buy them, go to my house, put them on, and the weirdest thing happened. Every time we moved, we sounded like a car with a bad transmission, and when Jen talked, she sounded like a fuckin' Dalek from Doctor Who. <David pauses to take a deep breath>
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+DD: Do you need a drink of water or anything?
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David: Nah I'm fine. Anyhow, we just figured the voice and sounds were being made with a voice-modifier-thingy, whatever they're called. So we take those pictures, post them, and get ready to get in the car. But when we went out on the porch, the damn thing collapsed on us! So we figured we should just stay home, since the costumes were all dented up after that, and Jen felt like she had a headache, didn't you Jen? <Jennifer nods in agreement>
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DD:<looking at Jennifer> Does he always talk like this?
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Jennifer:<smiling> All the time.
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DD: Anyways, what happened after that?
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David: Well Jen stayed over at my house for the night for homework, because y'know we have school on Monday, but then in the morning, fuckin' SWAT breaks down our door, and here we are.
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DD: Is this all true Jennifer?
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Jennifer:<speaking quietly> Yes.
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DD: Well, thank you for your cooperation, both of you. It will help immensely with the investigation.
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Closing Statement: The SCP-4110-1 instances were seized, and Class A amnestics were administered to David and Jennifer.
Discovery: SCP-4110 was originally reported in █████████, Minnesota on October 28, 199█, after several dozen civilians called the police department, panicked about "a goddamn dinosaur rampaging around my neighborhood." MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" were deployed, but shortly discovered that the dinosaur was a 8-year old boy in an inflatable dinosaur costume.
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Addendum 4110-1: After Toys 'R Us declared bankruptcy, additional instances of SCP-4110-1 have been observed in other stores belonging to the Party City retail chain, and other previously unaffected retail chains, primarily in Australia. The Foundation purchased the Toys 'R Us franchise for $1.2 billion USD, reopening many of its stores. SCP-4110 has since ceased to appear in previously unaffected store fronts, and remains contained.
Recreation of a member of the Anomalocaris genus, which SCP-4131 belongs to.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4131 is stored in a temperature controlled 10m3 tank of water at Site-201 Sector 3. Tank walls are constructed to withstand high impact explosive blasts, with an additional layer surrounding the tank in the event of a breach. Communication with SCP-4131 will be performed using a computer monitor built into the tank, which will display messages sent by interviewers.
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At the request of SCP-4131, an observation room has been built next to the tank, with a window that allows the organism to view interviewers. All interviewers must be trained in handling psionic phenomena. Personnel interacting with the anomaly must maintain the guise of the Foundation being an organization dedicated to hunting trilobites, with SCP-4131 being an operative for them. Materials and paraphernalia pertaining to trilobites are strictly forbidden within the observation room.
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Description: SCP-4131 is an organism belonging to the extinct Anomalocaris genus1 with a collection of ranged explosive weaponry replacing the head. The organism is 1.6m long, abnormally larger than the majority of fossilized and living Anomalocaris specimens, and has sections of its body replaced with metallic counterparts. This primarily includes portions of the carapace, though several fins have been replaced as well.
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The head is composed of two sections:
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One third of the head is constructed of the same material as the carapace with a metal grid built into it, presumably for reinforcement. Stylized iconography of anomalocaridids and trilobites broken into pieces is carved into it, though significant weathering has rendered many details indiscernible. Three barrels are present, only one of which is functional and capable of firing explosives made of carapace material.
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Two thirds is entirely constructed from metal. A symbol of a claw similar to those of theropod dinosaurs in a circle is painted in white onto its surface. Four barrels are present, which can fire projectiles analogous in design to weapons used by humans, such as torpedoes, naval mines, and missiles.
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How the organism generates ammunition is unknown.
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Despite the lack of sensory organs, SCP-4131 has displayed full awareness of its surroundings. The organism does not require a food source; how it obtains energy is unknown. SCP-4131 displays sapience and can communicate through telepathic methods, sending messages interpreted by humans as speech in their native language. Due to the organism's tendency to ramble on subjects when spoken to, along with its intense hatred of trilobites, interviewers have had difficulty communicating with them.
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The anomaly was initially discovered by two amateur fossil hunters by Etobicoke Creek2 on 18-September-2015. Shortly after being unearthed, SCP-4131 shouted various expletives about the "segmented shitheads," thanked the fossil hunters for freeing it from its "shackles," and proceeded to use rocket propelled grenades to eject itself into the river. Both persons were severely injured by the blasts.
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Reports of explosions and voices swearing about trilobites in Lake Ontario surfaced over the following days, prompting Foundation investigation. Mobile Task Force Nu-3 ("Limnophobia")3 and Mobile Task Force Phi-2 ("Clever Girls") were dispatched, quickly encountering the organism through the dispersal of trilobite-shaped monitoring buoys. Upon encountering SCP-4131 on 25-September-2015, the task forces announced themselves as a "trilobite extermination agency" that was looking to recruit the anomaly. SCP-4131 willingly entered containment soon after.
Xiulan: Good morning, SCP-4131. This is Annabel Xiulan, senior trilobite executor.
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SCP-4131: You found trilobites to kill?
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Xiulan: Sorry, but no.
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SCP-4131: Aww.
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Xiulan: We'll let you know if we find any. Anyways, may I ask some questions about yourself?
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SCP-4131: Questions are great. Questions mean I can tell you about how good it is to shoot those carapaced assholes so please ask them.
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Xiulan: Alright. First, why do you want to kill trilobites?
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SCP-4131: What? You can see the evil in their eyes! Every inch hates! Wants to see you burn! Why are you even asking this?
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Xiulan: We were checking to see if you are loyal.
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SCP-4131: Oh okay. I was worried you'd be like my friend who tried eating one because they didn't realize they're evil and had the trilobastards take his head and… Poor guy.
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Xiulan: Now, how many weapons do you have?
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SCP-4131: Tore down his farm, too. Oh right. Let's see, I've got missiles, torpedoes, spears, spikes that go really fast, mines, normal guns, normal guns but with lava, something that scares me a lot, the secret maneuver, my own head—
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SCP-4131 abruptly spins around and fires a set of torpedoes in the tank walls.
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Xiulan: What was that?
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SCP-4131: (whispering) Triloghosts.
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Xiulan: …I see.
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SCP-4131: Oh right I got distracted, there was… Come on, me… There was…
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Xiulan: We can come back to that later. Could you tell me how you got these weapons?
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SCP-4131: …there's no other weapons I can remember but I do remember way back with one of my pals, and they were like "hey do you want to shoot those inbred tri-lobers" and I wanted to shoot those inbred tri-lobers so I joined our expeditionary force, where we took back some villages and had fun and blew things up and it was great…
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Xiulan: It's good you did well in your military, but that isn't what I asked about. Anything about getting the weapons you could tell?
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SCP-4131: …but of course it went wrong when other pals thought we should attack the Lord and of course we thought it was smart because they were so tiny like the other trilobites and we could win easily! Hahaha, then everyone but me got thrown out of the ocean and the Lord slammed me into a volcano.
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Xiulan: Are you paying attention to me?
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SCP-4131: Worked out though because I got a good sleep in a cozy rock, uhhh, sleep-place-thing until those guys with the claws dug me out. They wanted me to shoot some dome-headed people but they aren't trilobites so it sounded dumb.
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Xiulan: Hello?
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SCP-4131: Yes?
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Xiulan: (sighs) Could you elaborate on the people with the claws?
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SCP-4131: Yeah they had big teeth, bunch of feathers, long tails, pretty long in general. They were fast on land too.4 They kept telling me the trilobites went extinct but I know they're crafty fiends — they faked it — and they kept telling me it wasn't the case. It was annoying but hey they fixed up my head and gave me new guns and I shot more trilobites than I ever had before! Whole mountains of them went kaboom! Not even a Lord left! Claw guys thought it was silly but they repaired me so I liked them. Shame the big bomb took them out, though.
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Xiulana: Shame indeed, sounds like they could've helped the cause. Now, can you tell me about how you got your weapons?
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SCP-4131: Uhhh, that was— wait.
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Xiulan: Wait?
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SCP-4131: Wait.
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Xiulan: What is it?
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SCP-4131: …are you a trilobite?
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Xiulan: I'm not a trilobite.
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SCP-4131: You ask a lot. Like a trilobite.
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Xiulan: But you wanted me to ask questions.
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SCP-4131: Are you a spy? How many trilobites are stacked in your flesh suit? How did you get in this agency?
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Xiulan: Again, I'm not multiple trilobites in a skin suit.
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SCP-4131: Prove it.
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Xiulan: How?
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SCP-4131: Uhhh, didn't think you'd actually ask that. Uhhh, oh, yes, take your metal squid.
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Xiulan: My what?
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SCP-4131: Your pen and scare it into getting ink on your, uhm, paper, that's what it is, right? Right?
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Xiulan: Yes, paper.
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SCP-4131: Write "trilobites eat crap" on it.
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Researcher Xiulan writes the phrase onto their notepad, turning it to face SCP-4131.
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SCP-4131: Yes that's good. I trust you now.
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Xiulan: (slowly nods) Was there any reason why you wanted me to write that phrase?
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SCP-4131: Some trilobites eat crap. They ate mine once. It was gross.
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Xiulan: I see. Now, can I ask one last question?
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SCP-4131: Yes.
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Xiulan: Were you born with your weapons?
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SCP-4131: Yes.
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Xiulan: Why?
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SCP-4131: Well, I couldn't blast trilobites if I wasn't.
Depiction of an instance of SCP-4166-2, recovered from SCP-4166-1's notebook. Text appears to be Job 10:21-22.
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Item #: SCP-4166
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4166-1 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell with the following modifications:
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Adjacent cell has been converted into a 24/7 manned monitor/guard station.
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Windows have been removed.
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Warning signs have been placed indicating that religious and/or masculine-presenting personnel are strictly forbidden in SCP-4166-1's containment chamber.
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Allowances of personal items are subject to the approval of Researcher █████ and Junior Psychologist ██████ ███. SCP-4166-1 has previously requested:
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Five meals daily (Denied 07-26-2008).
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Three meals daily (Granted 07-26-2008).
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A pistol (Denied 07-26-2008).
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A taser (Granted 07-27-2008).
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Cigarettes and marijuana cigarettes (Denied 07-30-2008).
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A butane lighter (Denied 07-30-2008, 08-02-2008).
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Various books, magazines, and video games (granted 07-31-2008, pending review and approval of contents).
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A copy of the Holy Bible (Douay-Rheims, Challoner Revision) (Granted 08-01-2008, Removed by request 08-02-2008, Granted again 08-04-2008.).
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SCP-4166-2 manifestations are to be terminated upon sight, followed by administration of Class-Aϛ amnestic/sedative to SCP-4166-1.
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SCP-4166-1 is to be provided 1 cc of human semen weekly, administered via capsule with food; SCP-4166-1 is allowed to deny administration once per month if refusal would not cause irrevocable harm. Arrangements have been made with a local sperm bank for these purposes. Psychological evaluations of SCP-4166-1 are to be undertaken once a week to monitor the efficacy of psychiatric treatment.
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Depiction of symptoms of SCP-4166-3 stage two, recovered from SCP-4166-1's notebook. Text appears to be St Matthew 6:9-12, better known as the Lord's prayer.
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Description: SCP-4166-1 is a female human class-C reality bender responsible for the creation of SCP-4166-2 and SCP-4166-3. It displays numerous psychological ailments, including aversion to men, fear of sleeping, PTSD, and suicidality.
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Medical analysis has discovered significant scarring on the palms, feet, and genital area. Additionally, SCP-4166-1 develops cachexia if not administered 1 cc of human semen weekly.
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Every seven days, or in times of increased distress, SCP-4166-1 manifests an instance of SCP-4166-2 (if one does not currently exist).
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SCP-4166-2 is a mute shadow-like humanoid figure with no defining visual features which otherwise exhibits typical human characteristics. Upon manifestation, SCP-4166-2 enters the room containing SCP-4166-1 through the primary method of entry, regardless of barriers. It then attempts to approach SCP-4166-1.
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If SCP-4166-1 retains the memory of containment of SCP-4166-2, SCP-4166-2 proceeds to take action to counteract previous methods of containment, up to and including manifesting with weaponry.
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Upon termination, SCP-4166-2 instances demanifest instantaneously.
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SCP-4166-3 is a three-phase mental illness affecting individuals who have observed an instance of SCP-4166-2, lasting for the duration of SCP-4166-2's manifestation.
Depiction of symptoms of SCP-4166-3 stage three, recovered from SCP-4166-1's notebook. Text appears to be Psalms 138:1-5.
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Stage one of SCP-4166-3 typically lasts two months before progressing to stage two. Symptoms include:
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Increased irritability
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Discomfort with being alone
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Compulsion to lock doors
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Increased startle response
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Seeing things in the periphery of vision
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Stage two of SCP-4166-3 typically lasts one month before progressing to stage three. Accompanying those present during stage one, symptoms include:
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The conviction that one was being immolated during major life events, such as birthdays or weddings (does not abate when provided with evidence otherwise).
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Visual hallucinations of shadowy hands when viewing doorknobs, lasting approximately one second.
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Aversion to religious ceremonies and masculine-presenting persons.
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Sleep paralysis.
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Stage three of SCP-4166-3 lasts until the termination of SCP-4166-2. Accompanying those present during prior stages, symptoms include:
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Tactile hallucinations of hands grasping one's person, displaying no notable pattern.
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Visual hallucinations of SCP-4166-2 in empty doorways.
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Burning sensations throughout one's whole body.
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Conviction and fear of eternal suffering after death.
SCP-4166-1 was raised in a Catholic orphanage twelve years prior to the hospitalization of Father █████ in an apparent case of spontaneous combustion. Six days afterwards, the first manifestation of SCP-4166-2 occurred on 07-24-2008. During this manifestation, a gunshot attracted the attention of the nuns. Upon entering the room, they found SCP-4166-1 alone, holding a pistol at the entrance to its room. Authorities were notified of the incident, leading to the retrieval of SCP-4166
Foreword: Intake session done shortly after acquisition, on 07-26-2008.
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<Begin Log, 13:21>
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███: Good afternoon, SCP-4166-1.
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SCP-4166-1: Uh. I… would prefer if you. Didn't call me that. Please.
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███: Apologies. Do you have a preferred manner of address?
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SCP-4166-1: I'm… fuck.
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███: Pardon?
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SCP-4166-1: No, I mean. I, well. I don't. Have anything I'd particularly like to be called. I guess uh…
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[SCP-4166-1 remains in silence for a few moments.]
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SCP-4166-1: Just. Call me uh, [SCP-4166-1] I guess? That's just my family name. Haven't picked out a new one yet.
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███: Very well then. It is my pleasure to meet you, [SCP-4166-1].
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[SCP-4166-1 remains silent for a full minute.]
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███: [SCP-4166-1]? Are you okay?
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[SCP-4166-1 remains silent for ten minutes as Junior Psychologist ███ continues to take notes.]
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SCP-4166-1: Haha. Uh. I guess I can't not speak this time.
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███: You're free to take your time. I'm here for as long as you need.
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SCP-4166-1: I… thanks. But I meant… I want to. I, uh. Intakes, right? You want to know what my deal is. You want to help. I want to help you help. So. Uh. Brace yourself? It's uh. You should.
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███: Sure, [SCP-4166-1].
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[Ten seconds elapse.]
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███: Alright. I'm ready when you are.
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[Twenty seconds elapse.]
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███: [SCP-4166-1]?
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SCP-4166-1: I was um. Er… like. you know? I. You know what I mean, I hope?
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███: I'm… afraid not.
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SCP-4166-1: Uh. God, uh. I'm sorry.
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███: It's alright. Take your time.
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SCP-4166-1: Yeah.. I know. I know. I just. God. It's hard to say. It's impossible to say. I hoped it would be obvious what my damage is, you know? I guess not though. You already know a lot of my personality from asking the nuns.
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███: Yes, they told me a lot about you. How hard working you were, how devout. Albeit fearful without reason at times. They really did —
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SCP-4166-1: You, they didn't tell you about… About me? Shit, I mean, I, I was? I am? I am those things. Or was? I don't know anymore. God. Did they tell you anything about, about uh, that?
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███: Could you clarify?
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SCP-4166-1: … No.
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███: Alright.
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[SCP-4166-1 remains silent for a minute.]
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SCP-4166-1: … I'm sorry. I feel so useless. So fucking pathetic. Why? Why does it have to be so fucking hard to just fucking say what I mean? I wish I could just… say it, I wish I could face it. I just. I. Do… Do you have a pen?
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███: Oh, uh. Let me check. Yeah, I do. But, I just want to tell you… it's fine. You're being extremely hard on yourself for not being able to talk about things which are hard to talk about. My entire job is to help people find the words to process what they've gone through, and then to help them figure out how to move on from it. You aren't useless or pathetic. So, here you go, here's a pen. Let's start from the beginning, if that's okay.
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[SCP-4166-1 takes out a notebook and stares at a blank page for a minute before starting to mark it.]
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Picture created by SCP-4166-1 during Therapy Session 166-A.
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SCP-4166-1: I… hated the church. I hated being there. I hated being there and feeling like I was sin. Like I was sin incarnate. They treated me like that, you know? I was five. They didn't know how to deal with me when I started being "symptomatic". [SCP-4166-1 grimaces.] They called it weakness of the flesh. When I'd cry, or say things I wasn't supposed to, or do, uh, things inappropriate for my age. I was hit. I was shunned. I was made to repent.
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[SCP-4166-1 pauses.]
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SCP-4166-1: I was worthless. I was a demon. And every Sunday, they made me sit in the pews and listen about how the demonic, the satanic was to be rejected, to be shunned, to be hated. So I started talking to the only one I felt I could. I started talking to the devil.
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[SCP-4166-1 begins to tear up.]
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SCP-4166-1: And eventually, after years and fucking years of being hit and being dirtied, I made a deal, you know? I made a deal to make it fucking stop. I made a deal to make him pay. To make him burn like I did, to feel like how he made me. But that was for a price, of course. I made the deal in exchange for having to seduce and sleep with a dude once a week. But I was, pardon my French, a fucking slut back then. Fucking horrible. Christ. Christ. So, so I didn't care. It was a fucking upside to me. God. God. Christ. Forgive me.
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SCP-4166-1: For the first time in my fucking life I felt powerful. I felt in control. I got the power to kill him and I didn't even fucking do that right. I should've known demons don't die so easily.
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SCP-4166-1: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for—
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[SCP-4166-2 begins approaching SCP-4166-1. Emergency containment protocol ECP-166 initiated.] —losing it. I should've been better than that. I have to be. I'd like to, I'd like to stop for today.
The planet Earth, now abandoned, is the most specific known location of SCP-4266
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Item #: SCP-4266
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Special Containment Procedures: The Earth is to remain abandoned by the general public. A network of monitoring satellites is to be maintained, each equipped with standard orbital capture devices; these satellites will detect and warn off any ships attempting to land on Earth and will non-lethally incapacitate any that continue in their attempt. Any crew aboard these ships are to be extracted, taken to the nearest spaceport, and have amnestics administered.
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A small number of Foundation personnel are to be permitted to stay on Earth in order to continue research into SCP-4266; each of these personnel are to remain physically isolated from each other and must be continuously monitored.
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Description: SCP-4266 is an as-yet unknown anomalous vector present exclusively on the planet Earth that causes lowered levels of empathy between sapient life. This vector is believed to be a compulsion effect responsible for virtually all historical violent interaction1 between humans.
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The effects of SCP-4266 were first discovered in 2080, five years after the first successful Martian colony was established. It was noted that the level of violent crime was far below the expected average, despite socioeconomic disparities and complex interpersonal relationships that were previously thought to be factors in such acts. Psychological testing revealed that colonists had massively increased levels of empathy as compared to baselines performed on Earth. This was initially thought to be an anomalous effect of Mars-1 but after similar effects were noted on subsequent colonies established on the Moon, Io, Ganymede, and the various spaceports of the asteroid belt, it was concluded that the effect was instead localized exclusively to Earth.
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Attempts to isolate this effect to a specific object or region have thus far been unsuccessful; no obvious pattern of violent behavior exists, apart from self-apparent ones such as increased levels of violence as the population density of a particular region increases.
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Addendum 4266-a: Immediate Foundation Reaction
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The Foundation determined that making this knowledge public would have a detrimental effect on humanity as a whole. In particular, it was projected that the revelation that all human violence was externally compelled would lead to a breakdown in faith in existing justice systems, in turn leading to potential destabilization of world governments. Furthermore, a number of dictatorial regimes that depended on the existence of violence to continue functioning would have forcibly denied the truth of SCP-4266, and the following conflict would likely have resulted in the eruption of many violent skirmishes. Finally, accepting SCP-4266's existence would result in a frantic attempt by humanity as a whole to escape its effect by going into space; the existing colonies would not have been able to support such a mass exodus, and their resources would quickly deplete.
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Accordingly, until a long-term strategy had been put into effect the Foundation decided to obscure SCP-4266's effect by simulating the effects of violent crime in the non-terrestrial colonies2. Foundation agents simulated non-fatal harm by engaging in consensual physical altercations in public and by faking the results of such altercations in private3. Fatal harm was simulated using corpses that had died of natural causes that were then staged to appear to be victims of violence. Foundation agents also infiltrated the upper leadership of colonist peacekeeping forces in order to artificially inflate reported violent crime statistics.
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As a final measure, the Foundation created the popular “New World, New Respect” propaganda campaign in an attempt to explain away the observable increase in empathy in more altruistic terms. As a result of this campaign, simulated violence has been gradually phased out with the public explanation that humanity has simply “evolved” past violence gradually.
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Addendum 4266-b: Evacuation of Earth
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In 2106, the Foundation determined that the most reasonable long-term strategy for humanity would be to eventually abandon Earth entirely, thereby removing the population from the deleterious effects of SCP-4266. The first phase of this strategy was to build up the colonial infrastructure so it could support this population. This phase was initially estimated to take centuries but proceeded at a much more rapid pace than projected due to the increased empathy levels resulting in heightened levels of cooperation; after noting this, the Foundation decided to share information about SCP-4266 with selected members of the colonial governments. Once they understood the nature of SCP-4266, colonial leadership agreed with the strategy and worked with the Foundation to complete the work within a matter of decades.
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The second phase involved convincing Earth's population to migrate to the colonies. As previously noted, simply informing them of SCP-4266's existence was likely to lead to mass hysteria and violence so a cover story was disseminated instead. Designated “Operation Faron”, it posited that an unknown genetic disease endemic to Earth was starting to cause mass infertility and the only way to avoid it was to leave Earth permanently. This story was aided by the targeted release of a Foundation-developed chemical compound called ███████████-31 which caused a temporary and reversible inhibition of human fertility; the subsequent plummet in pregnancy rates lent credence to Operation Faron and resulted in the voluntary migration of 90% of the Earth's population.
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The Foundation was formulating a plan to convince the remaining 10% when a rogue terrestrial Foundation cell released ███████████-22 – an earlier, rejected form of the compound that resulted in complete and irreversible human sterility – across the globe. These actions have been officially condemned by Foundation command, those responsible were extracted from Earth and remanded into custody, and the manufacture of ███████████ in all forms has been discontinued. However, the practical result of these actions was complete acceptance of Operation Faron's cover story; follow-up efforts to migrate the remaining population was met with much less resistance and eventually only a few hundred thousand humans remained. By 2271, the last of these died of natural causes and Earth was officially declared abandoned.
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The third and final phase, ongoing to this date, deals with Earth post-abandonment. It was judged vital to understand the cause of SCP-4266's effects in order to ensure that it would not repeat elsewhere so a small team of Foundation personnel continues to operate on Earth as noted in the special containment procedures. Furthermore, the Earth was designated a quarantine zone for all discovered anomalies that could pose any physical danger to humanity; any such anomaly is to be moved to Earth the moment violent behavior manifests.
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Addendum 4266-c: Ethics Committee Report on SCP-4266
If you're reading this, it means you're finally old enough to understand why you're here. It also means you get to know the differences between the version of SCP-4266 the colonies are aware of – which you've just read – and the real one.
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Let's start with the most basic thing: SCP-4266 is not spread by an unknown vector. It is an airborne pathogen endemic to Earth's atmosphere that alters brain chemistry. The colonies produce their own oxygen via hydroelectrolysis and are therefore immune to this effect; the pathogen, having never had to exist in an environment where it was not plentiful, has no real defenses or replication ability and dies quickly when isolated. We figured this out within the first decade of study and not only suppressed this information but actively disseminated counterintelligence discouraging Foundation scientists from pursuing further research into this particular area. This ensured SCP-4266 remained an unsolved problem.
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The purpose of this was straightforward. I was aware that abandoning Earth would be proposed and it was a proposal I generally agreed with and one that I helped bring to fruition. But I was also aware of something the colonies would not and could not acknowledge: The Foundation functions due to violence. In particular, destructive testing of anomalies on D-class personnel is vital to the everyday work we do here and that testing was flatly refused by the colonies. Their non-violent nature, while admirable, means that they are unable to consider pragmatic options that will save lives long-term. Case in point: Foundation leadership would have spun their wheels for years trying to cajole the holdouts on Earth to join them, years where it would become more and more likely that the ruse would be uncovered. So we released riboxydeprogesterone-22 – a compound formulated from the study of SCP-4266, ironically enough – and solved their problem. And while RDP-22 does affect fertility, it has no effect on cloning, as you and your brothers and sisters will be able to attest.
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Our ongoing mission is threefold.
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First, to perform the testing that the colonies cannot perform, as a method of uncovering new truths about our universe and new ways to help our species. We are in contact with the colonial Foundation leadership; they believe us to be a friendly, intergalactic alien intelligence who periodically contacts them with helpful data, a belief we encourage with the help of the objects they send to Earth for “quarantining”. We are generally more unfettered in this task than we have been historically as the regulatory arm of the Ethics Committee migrated to the colonies with the rest of the Foundation proper, leaving us behind.
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Second, to shape the ongoing fate of the colonies via strategic violent acts. We only interfere in this way when all nonviolent solutions will eventually lead to catastrophic loss of human life. The covert assassination of Io's vice-chancellor, a populist who wanted to resettle Earth, is a recent example of this.
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Third, to defend against possible non-human incursions. Humanity is naturally blessed with a surplus of empathy; this trait may not be shared by other sapient species. The colonies will be unable to take the kind of first-strike measures that we can. The loss of our own empathy is a small price to pay.
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It boils down, as it always does, to three simple words. You've heard these words your entire life; their familiarity may even make them cliché to you. I would ask that you seriously consider them now; consider what they mean for yourself, for our mission, and for humanity as a whole.
SCP-4331-3 prior to expiration and the development of anomalous properties.
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Special Containment Procedures: Provisional containment sites (Sites BNF-1 through BNF-4) are positioned around each SCP-4331 instance.1 The instances are stored in locked containment chambers at the centers of the sites with triple-redundant security measures ensuring that chamber doors remain locked under all circumstances. Due to the rapid proliferation of elk in attempts to transport the anomalies, relocation is not considered feasible.
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Personal firearms are necessary for all personnel operating in the facilities. Personnel must not interact with organisms belonging to the family Cervidae; doing so is liable for demotion and/or removal from SCP-4331 containment duties. Personnel with a fondness towards elk and other Cervidae are strictly forbidden from assignment to SCP-4331.
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Location at Site BNF-2 verified. Displaying ancillary information.
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SATET Defense Measures: In SATET Events security forces are authorized to use all means necessary to prevent SCP-4331-M instances from breaching the sites' perimeters. Weaponry determined to have limited potential for damaging the surrounding ecosystem is to be employed unless SCP-4331-M exhibit properties that require alternate means of neutralization. Non-anomalous elk are to be tranquilized; lethal force is permitted only as a last resort.
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The containment chambers will be set to lockdown for the duration of SATET Events, with the only means of ending the lockdown by means of codes held by Foundation sites beyond Banff National Park. Codes will be sent once all clear signals from all four containment sites are broadcasted.
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The Parks Canada Agency is collaborating with the Foundation to ensure proper coverup of these events. Full details regarding the nature of the anomaly have only been provided to select individuals and government officials, with involved workers being approved for the minimum amount of information necessary to complete SCP-4331-related work.
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The locations of Sites BNF-1 through BNF-4 in restricted regions of the park limit potential civilian discoveries, though encounters with new SCP-4331 instances and SCP-4331-M are possible. Parks Canada guards will accost trespassing persons and provide cover stories regarding the restricted areas being used for wildlife research. Detainment is permitted. Any leaks of information on the anomalies or Foundation activity will be discredited as conspiracy theories.
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No human subjects are allowed to physically contact SCP-4331 instances under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-4331 instances are four Rocky Mountain elk2 cadavers (SCP-4331-1 through SCP-4331-4), located in Banff National Park,3 that generate elk on physical contact with a sentient or sapient entity. Replication involves the cadaver in question generating additional mass until a new elk forms and splits off, lasting five seconds to one minute. These elk are denoted SCP-4331-L. All emerge with fully matured bodies.
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The anatomy of SCP-4331-L instances is dependent on the entities that interact with the cadavers. In the case of human subjects, the instances will be generated with human body features and significant degrees of disfigurement. Examples of instance body plans have included:
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Human torsos with non-functional arms protruding laterally from the body, intersecting with the elk's internal skeletal structures and organs.
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Masses of human craniums forming the hind limbs, positioned around malformed spinal columns. The craniums contained brains, linked by the columns to the full nervous system. Each displayed neural activity analogous to standard human pleasure responses. Locomotion by the elk could only be achieved by using its front limbs to drag itself along the ground.
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A spherical head containing the same amount of mass as the full body. The instance in question was unable to move after generation, writhing until its cranium experienced spontaneous pressurization and violent depressurization. An enlarged human fetus was found in the remnants of the head.
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Due to the expected conflict between anatomies, SCP-4331-L rapidly expire upon generation. Similar outcomes are experienced with physical interaction from different organisms.4
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Indirect forms of physical interaction will cause generation as well. Vehicles, machinery, and autonomous devices such as drones consistently trigger replication upon physical contact so long as the machine in question was created by a sapient or sentient individual. The full extent of what classifies as indirect contact is not known.
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SCP-4331 instances do not decay. Aside from SCP-4331-3, which had been tracked by Parks Canada as part of wildlife research and was discovered to display anomalous properties on death, the dates at which other instances died is unknown.
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OVERVIEW: SATET Events
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Three elk en route to Site BNF-4 during a SATET Event. An SCP-4331-M instance, secondary head obscured by its body, stands to the far right.
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Event Details: SATET Events are monthly5 events, tending to last for several days, in which elk in Banff National Park and outlying regions navigate to Sites BNF-1 through BNF-4 and attempt to breach their perimeters. Breach attempts involve the elk forcing through defensive measures around the sites, regardless of harm this brings to themselves, followed by ramming into the site walls repeatedly and assaulting guards. If allowed into the sites the elk will navigate directly towards SCP-4331. The cause of this behavior is uncertain but is likely linked to SCP-4331-M1.
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SCP-4331-M instances are Rocky Mountain elk possessing abnormal anatomies, often anomalous in nature. Though the anatomies often result in expiration as is the case with SCP-4331-L, the body structures remain stable for longer durations and are only comprised of modified elk body parts, rather than those from other species. Heightened intelligence is displayed in actions taken against Foundation personnel, though the organisms are not presumed to be sapient.
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Below are notable instance types:
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Description: SCP-4331-M1 antlers bend to wrap around their heads, branching and looping as to wholly obscure all features of the head and neck. The elk do not attempt to breach the sites, instead standing at the furthest point with a direct line of sight to the facilities. On conclusion of SATET Events SCP-4331-M1 leave the area. The organisms have not been found afterwards.
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Description: The antlers grow inwards into the head and protrude from the mouth, spreading outwards. Joints and musculature in the antlers enables them to function as graspers, typically used to manipulate locks, handles, and the triggers on guns stolen from personnel. SCP-4331-M2 expiration generally results from starvation, asphyxiation, or the growth of antlers into the brain.
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Description: Two sets of 10 meter-long hind legs are present, which the SCP-4331-M3 stand on, and the head is laterally widened in size. SCP-4331-M3 behave by picking up other elk and SCP-4331-M in their mouths and dropping them onto the roofs of sites. The legs tend to buckle after several minutes.
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Description: Hexapedal body plans with tumorous masses on their torsos, from which elongated elk heads extend. The heads act as "barrels" that launch highly acidic and metal-corroding fluids, usually used to dissolve site walls. Expiration has in all cases occurred shortly after appearance in SATET Events, with the organism bodies dissolving themselves from the acids or intentionally detonating in the vicinity of security forces.
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Description: Biological structures mimicking chemical rocket engines replace the anterior half of the body. High speed impacts have resulted in 12 personnel deaths and severe site damages.
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Description: 12 elk fetuses arranged into a humanoid form.
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The organism has only been observed during a SATET Event affecting Site BNF-3, in which it manifested by exiting the cranium of another elk, approached the facility, and was allowed inside by guards. It attempted to force itself between cracks in SCP-4331-3 containment chamber doors before liquifying. Guards interviewed afterwards recounted that the organism was "just a normal elk person."
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The events began after containment of SCP-4331 was established. Initial incidents involved 10-20 deer with only one SCP-4331-M instance involved, though in following years the number of deer has dramatically increased, the most recent SATET Event reaching over 100 elk and 25 SCP-4331-M. The threat posed by SCP-4331-M has additionally increased, with the organisms possessing further weaponization, disfiguration, and intent to harm personnel.
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Attempts at tracking SCP-4331-M have found no common point of origin, and the exact points of manifestation are unknown. Whether these organisms stem from anomalies similar to SCP-4331 instances or not is under investigation.
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The only SCP-4331 generation which does not lead to disfigurement is that caused by physical interaction with other Rocky Mountain elk. In this case the cadavers will generate one to nine elk, all physically healthy. Continued observation of these elk have found no signs of anomalous phenomena or behavior.
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It is of note that, since the containment of SCP-4331 instances, the population of Rocky Mountain elk in Banff National Park and the outlying area has been steadily declining.
An instance of SCP-4564-A prior to attacking D-4564-14.
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Item #: SCP-4564
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: All recovered copies of SCP-4564 are to be stored within Secure Storage Area-B at Site 27. Foundation Personnel are to actively search for un-contained copies of SCP-4564 and recover them as soon as possible. Testing of SCP-4564 may be carried out at the discretion of Site Director Francis.
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Foundation Personnel operating out of Site-27 are to monitor New Zealand's emergency services call centers and surveillance networks for signs of individuals affected by SCP-4564-A. Upon the location of these individuals, Teams are to intercept and escort the individuals to the sea, where they will be allowed to expel all SCP-4564-A instances from within themselves before being amnesticised. Footage of individuals affected by instances of SCP-4564-A is to be erased, and victims/witnesses unable to be amnesticised are to be discredited.
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The Parazoology Division are to regularly inspect locations known to contain populations of Anguilla dieffenbachii in an effort to ascertain the total number of potential SCP-4564-A instances.
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Description: SCP-4564 is the collective designation for all first run copies of the video game “Fishing Derby”, published by Activision for the Video Computer System(VCS). Released in 1980, the game consisted of players attempting to catch digital fish worth two, four and six pounds in order to reach a quota of ninety nine pounds.
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All functioning copies of SCP-4564 exclusively affect populations of Anguilla dieffenbachii1 that have been trapped up rivers by dams, rendering them unable to reach the sea to breed. The initiation of SCP-4564’s anomaly occurs when any instance is played upon an VCS games console. Any time a player successfully catches a fish with the value of six pounds, a random eel matching the above criteria2 will proceed to exit the water in search of the nearest human being. Specimens of SCP-4564-A are able to move across land more efficiently when compared to non-anomalous eels and will attempt to locate a human before they expire.
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Upon locating a living human3 the SCP-4564-A instance will attempt to insert itself into the human's gastrointestinal tract via the anus or mouth. This is typically achieved through rudimentary ambush tactics, rapidly moving up an unaware human's leg and exploiting the more vulnerable orifice. Once within SCP-4564-B’s gastrointestinal tract, the SCP-4564-A instance will release a neurotoxic slime which induces a powerful urge for SCP-4564-B to travel to the sea. This compulsion has been seen to override all other desires and thoughts of SCP-4564-B, typically resulting in their erratically traveling to the nearest coastline by foot.
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Upon reaching the sea SCP-4564-B will enter the water and SCP-4564-A instances will exit the victims body via the first submerged orifice. Both will proceed to lose all anomalous effects and the eel(s) will journey to their open sea spawning grounds. Although often distressed, SCP-4564-B have never been harmed and can be host to between 1-██ instances of SCP-4564-A at a time.
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Addendum 4564-1: Following the discovery of SCP-4564, a search for the game's developer, David █████, has been mounted. While this search has thus far proved fruitless, it is now suspected that David █████ was involved with Arcadia, based on findings within seized SCP-4564 instances, shipments and manufacturing documents.
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Dear David,
+It’s never a happy time when we have to say goodbye. We will all miss you here in Arcadia, but we understand wanting to put down your own roots. We truly hope that you keep that unique touch you have with game design. You’ll find a new team to do amazing things over at Activision.
+You’ll always be a part of our family should you wish to return.
+Syzygy Nolan Bushnell, hollowed be my rat
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4591 cannot currently be contained.
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Samples of SCP-4591-1 and materials related to SCP-4591 events are kept at Site-42. Further materials related to instances of SCP-4591-1 should be brought immediately to the attention of project director Dr. Nao Kikuchi.
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At this time, SCP-4591 represents a XK or ZK class scenario.
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Description: SCP-4591 is a series of anomalous events in which a small, isolated community or population is destroyed and erased from human memory. When an SCP-4591 event occurs, a pattern of evidence exists of large upsets of coastal water, potentially from a source entity. During these events, the entire area is destroyed leaving almost no trace that people or location ever existed save for a handful of documents, and the presence of SCP-4591-1 colonies.
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Two possible theories persist in accordance with working data analysis:
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An SCP-4591 event is able to destroy not just a community of people, but also destroy most ties to that community from the rest of humanity. Documentation vanishes. Census records vanish. People’s memory of the location vanish.
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SCP-4591 event locations do not exist and have never existed. Trace evidence of past human population is the result of a cross-dimensional event where anthropological remains from a parallel reality cross over into observable reality.
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SCP-4591-1 is a subspecies of red algae1 found in large bodies of water at certain key locations relevant to appearances of SCP-4591. The algae is anomalous in two ways:
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It is found in irregular-shaped colonies, each approximately 10m2. Some researchers have observed that the colony shapes are similar to grossly enlarged footprints similar to fossil records representative of the neoceratosaur clade.
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SCP-4591-1 colonies (designated SCP-4591-1-1 through SCP-4591-1-7) give off low levels of radiation similar in isotope signature to the initial fallout from the drop of an atomic bomb, but matching the signatures of no recorded weapon tests. Additionally, no nuclear detonations have occurred anywhere near SCP-4591 events.
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Discovery Log: SCP-4591 was discovered on January 9th, 2018 at 11:23 when a Foundation agent received a text message on their unlisted cell phone from an unknown number. The field agent reported the incident to his superiors by 14:00.
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Foundation inserts in the telecom industry traced the message back to a mobile phone number that had, according to records, never been distributed. Concerns about possible espionage triggered a deeper investigation into the message and its source. After triangulation, investigators tracked the message to a location off of the coast of Japan’s Kuril Islands. While exact GPS coordinates initially indicated a portion of the sea without a landmass, GPS coordinates via cellphone signal are often inaccurate due to a lack of cellular communication towers and other interference.
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However, a secondary investigation performed by inserts in the telecom industry produced a peculiarity that revealed 19 other text messages sent from undistributed phone numbers at that GPS coordinate.
Materials 1-1: Mobile phone transcripts.
+These are broken down by minute intervals. Translators cut down the phone numbers to the final two digits for clarity. Full numbers are found in the original transcripts. Number 34 is the number that dialed a Foundation agent. All other numbers were translated from Japanese.
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+34:[ENG] can you believe how cute this thing is? It’s the local character for Pagajima. Can’t decide if I want to eat it or hug it. This little dinner is so cute. Wish you were here. <3
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19: [JPN] Mother with a baby here. Noisy! A lot of crying! So annoyed.
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67: [JPN] Coming to the office soon. Catching a ferry from the island after breakfast.
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+23: [JPN]ʱªʱªʱª (ᕑᗢूᓫ∗) Older sister and two friends crossing the parking lot. Many pigeons flew by. Older sister screamed!!
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67: Takomi came in already? Shit.
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Hold on. Something strange.
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19: Can’t study. Baby noisy! Very rude!
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67: Sounds like trouble from the harbor. May be late on the ferry. Might as well return home. Wife will grow horns.
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34: Roger? Something weird is happening. I don’t know what. I hear a lot of screaming.
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+19: Everything is completely noisy! People outside are loud. I can’t study here. Leaving.
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23: Something weird. Older sister and friends ran away. Not because pigeons. Can’t see from the window. Something loud. Earthquake?
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+55: [JPN] Something terrible. Walked to my boat to fish. Saw it. Yuuki and Ryoto are dead. Swallowed whole. I can’t run anymore.
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Field Report location-1
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The collection of messages were initially classified as evidence of interest. Three months later, agents visited the area, and the text messages were reclassified as materials relevant to instances of SCP-4591-1-1 through SCP-4591-1-7.
Initial Findings On March 17th, 1982, a research team was investigating the appearance of a reported ‘ghost town’ appearing off the Swansea Bay. The agents confirmed this was a local urban legend with no anomaly behind it. Of note was only a letter held in a small community museum in Mumbles. By the make of the paper, the pages were thought to have been written in the mid 1920s. Local historians have records of what they call “The Note of Torham Island.”
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In the mid 1980s, during a brief economic boom, many old and abandoned farmsteads were bought up by industry in the name of progress. But at one farmstead, a ghastly mystery remains unsolved to this day. Five skeletons were found in a long-forgotten root cellar in Great War era clothing their cause of death, unknown. Their posture showed terror and desperation, as if fear itself killed these five. Clutched in a skeletal hand was this note. Where the name “Torham Island” came from, or why it became associated with this tragic tableaux remains a mystery.
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+—From The Mumbles Local History Museum
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+I must write quick. This note may be all they will find of me and the others. It was so big, ma. A class of size I barely believe. [MISSING TEXT]
+It ate the [parkers] as we ran. We hid at the farm. [we] never thought it would come inland so far.
+[ILLEGIBLE] The noises, ma. [its] coming for us.
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+Local records show no evidence of any Parker family in the area at that time. Neither DNA nor other forms of investigation has ever revealed the identities of the five skeletons found with the note.
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Field Report location-2
+At the further request of Dr. Kikuchi, July 5th 2018, a Foundation marine researcher investigated that part of the Swansea Bay, and found an SCP-4591-1 colony.
Event: Highroad, Florida, USA
+Initial Findings Material 3-1 came to Foundation attention when Special Researcher Delores Shepard came across a digital version of a wire recording considered highly valuable by hobbyists of classical radio preservation. Incomplete or fraudulent versions of this recording, called “The Real War of the Worlds” by hobbyists, had passed around the collector community since 1970s. Shepard, a specialist in audio and radio phenomena, studied the work, declaring it authentic on October 10th, 1999. Cooperation between Shepard’s team and Dr. Nao Kikuchi, researchers were able to connect this recording to SCP-4591.
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[[MUSIC IS INTERRUPTED]]
+TILSON: Pardon the interruption ladies and gentlemen. This is station General Manager Walter Tison. We have a special report. Again, this is General Manager Walter Tison on behalf of W-A-L-T-AM out of Tampa. We’ve gotten a request from an ABC affiliate out of Highroad Township. Repeat. This is a special report from ABC affiliates to any and all persons in the area of Highroad Township.
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TILSON: Reports sent to WALT-AM tell us that the town of Highroad, an incorporated island township at the southern tip of Tampa Bay is experiencing devastating natural disaster. Live reports on the wire from affiliate station W-A-D-F describe a natural disaster. First there were reports of earthquakes. The quakes caused fires at the local gas station. You know the one just past the bridge? Well the bridge is on fire and the telephones are down. Do not, repeat, do not try to take the bridge or call any loved ones you may have on the island.
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TILSON: Just a moment. I’m getting another wire. There are reports of…
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TILSON: Lynn? What the hell is this? No I don’t care that we’re on the air. What kind of GD nonsense is this? A giant lizard crushing cars and people? Is this some kind of joke? Lynn? Someone explain this to me before I make even more of a GD ass out of myself here.
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+There is no Highroad island, township, or town. WALT-AM 1110 was a radio station out of Tampa Bay Florida from 1946 to 1970. Walter Tison is the general manager on record for WALT-AM. Lynn may refer to Lynn Gearheart, employed at the station as PD in 1948. Meaning the earliest this recording could have happened was mid 1948. All members of staff at that time are deceased of natural or apparently coincidental, unrelated causes.
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Field Report 3-1
+At the behest of Researcher Shepard, a small team of investigators were sent back to Tampa Bay in June of 2018. As is reported above, there is no Highroad island in actuality or in record. However, when doing a casual inspection of certain municipal records in Tampa, one researcher came across an approvals document from 1935. The plans called for the creation and building of a Highroad bridge to extend from state road 93. Half of the documents were simply missing or blank including any references to where the bridge would extend. Maps indicated a branch of state road 93 that simply went out from the bay into the sea. The plans had been put forth by a long defunct construction company with no surviving staff at the time of research.
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Meanwhile, a team of marine biologists, Foundation assets in the area, discovered colony SCP-4591-1-3 on July 1st, 2018.
Event: Ya Gos village, A Sầu Valley, Vietnam.
+Initial Findings Materials 4 is an audio recording from a U.S military emergency medical helicopter in 1953 Vietnam conflict. It came to researcher’s attention when Foundation search algorithms came across a video with the audio attached to a YouTube video. Largely thought to be a hoax, Foundation computer engineers found no need for active coverup beyond issuing DMCA takedown demands any time a version of the video emerges.
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Material 4-1 was originally posted online on December 7th, 2015, by Laura Adams, granddaughter of Comms Officer Nicholas Adams described below. The recording was held in Adams’ grandfather’s estate, though no family or friends of Officer Adams seemed to know how or why he had the recording. He had, according to extensive interviewing, never mentioned the recording or even the event.
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Materials 4-1:
+This is a transcript of Material 4-1. Transcript modified only for brevity. The audio is between an unknown and unnamed helicopter pilot, a medic, and Comms Officer Nicholas Adams.
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PILOT: Alright, we’re moving in over the Valley. Coming up on Ya Gos.
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ADAMS: Understood. Reports are coming in that hostilities have ceased at this time. You’re going to have to work your way through the wounded.
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MEDIC: That’s what we’re here for. Any idea on body count yet?
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PILOT: What the hell is that?
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MEDIC: What the hell is what?
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ADAMS: Dustoff,2 please come back. What do you see?
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MEDIC: Sweet fucking baby Christ alive will you look at the size of that thing?!
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ADAMS: Dustoff, report!
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PILOT: I’m coming in wide of it. But it’s big. It’s a… Giant fucking lizard, base. Some kind of giant fucking monster crawling up out of the ocean and charging right for the site of the conflict.
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ADAMS: Repeat. Dustoff, repeat. A-a what?
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MEDIC: There’s some [unintelligible] thing rushing for the village. People are screaming and fleeing. Jesus.
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ADAMS: Dustoff, I don’t understand! Dustoff please repeat.
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MEDIC: (distressed) It’s eating people. Oh God. It’s just eating everything. We have to get down there and help.
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PILOT: (distressed) The Hell we do. I’m getting us the fuck out of here, doc.
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MEDIC: No! We have to…
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PILOT: (Screaming) Jumping for the copter! It’s gonna hit us! Repeat, it’s gonna hit us. Lost, Doctor—
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ADAMS: Dustoff, are you there? Dustoff, come back. Report!
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ADAMS: (Speaking to some other officer on site, all alarm is gone from his voice.) What? No sir. I’m not sure. I thought I heard something. Just static. It was weird. Just some ghost signal I guess.
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+No known wartime conflicts took place in a location called Ya Gos, and indeed these are not even Vietnamese words. While they may be mispronunciations of Vietnamese by US military, no village could be identified in the area.
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Field Report location-4
+At the request of Dr. Kikuchi, Foundation marine biologists visited the rough area of the report on July 13th, 2018, with the cooperation of South Korean [Redacted]. Two colonies of SCP-4591-1-5 were found in the ocean East of the valley.
Event: Gearam, Neva Bay Russia.
+Materials 5-1: Material 5-1 is an audio tape recording and the Norelco Carry-corder 150 the tape was recorded on. Initially part of a bulk purchase from the estate of [REDACTED], a known client of both the Scarlet Hammer and Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Ltd. Material 5-1 was determined to be non-anomalous and it was documented and stored on August 1st, 2015. April 22nd 2018, Dr. Kikuchi’s team discovered a possible connection. Three days later, Foundation assets working with Russian paratech scientists friendly to the Foundation there discovered an instance of SCP-4591-1.
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SPEAKER: Alright, Karl, I’m here and I hope you’re happy. Russia is just exactly as cold as I thought it would be. I hope you’re enjoying the mild California winter. I’m not.
+SPEAKER: At least the snow is beautiful. To get to the hotel on Gearam, we had to take a little ferry, and the view was spectacular. I took twenty pictures just on the twenty minute boat ride. You’ll love them.
+SPEAKER: You were right about the press credentials. They looked over everything six times. But, you’re also right I had an easier time getting through. I saw a couple of boys I know from New York get sent right home. Everyone underestimates a plucky lady reporter. Even the Russians. Their loss.
+SPEAKER: So far, the three leads you had me chasing are dead ends. Not. Groovy. I know you know your shit, Karl, but this feels like I’m chasing… ghosts… Sorry. I thought I heard something.
+[STATIC AND A DISTANT CROWD SOUND.]
+SPEAKER: Karl, I don’t know if you’re getting this, but Christ. There’s something going on out there. I’ve headed to the fire escape with my recorder here. I see a few dozen people screaming and running for the ferries. It’s real panic here. I’m going to see what I can…
+[SPEAKER CAN BE HEARD SCREAMING PROFANITIES AND RUNNING.]
+SPEAKER: Sweet fucking fuck. Karl you’re never going to believe it. It’s big. It’s the biggest fucking, biggest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It moves slow, like it’s enormous weight is threatening to pull it’s whole body apart. Remember when we saw that dinosaur skeleton? It’s like that, but covered it fetid, rotting meat and so so much bigger. I’m trying to find a place I can hide and get a look at it. But it is just smashing every building in its way. I saw it lean down and bite a couple in half, swallowing them in a gulp like a lizard. Jesus Karl. Jesus. I think it’s—
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At this point, the recording cuts off.
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Notes
+At this point, it is unknown where [REDACTED] acquired the recording. Careful inquiries have been made with associates of both the Scarlet Hammer and Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Ltd. Dr. Kikuchi has not received a useful response.
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Field Report location-5
+Working with a pair of paratech researchers from the former GRU-P, a Foundation agent was able to gain access to the equipment necessary to locate and identify a sample of SCP-4591-1-4 in the Neva bay. The GRU-P researchers went on record with the Foundation calling the investigation ‘pointless’ and ‘of no value.’
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Irradiated algae, no matter how strange the radiation, is not in fact the proof you hope to find.
Initial Findings During a Foundation raid on an anomalous gallery of Person of Interest “The Critic”, Material 6-1 was collected, tested, found to be non-anomalous, and put into storage. Later, after digital archivists added copies of the collected gallery evidence, it was brought to the attention of Dr. Kikuchi and her team as possibly related. In early November 2017, Dr. Kikuchi joined a team to investigate the area of Portland where the polaroid was potentially taken.
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Materials 6-1:
+Material 6-1 is a Polaroid photo taken in the mid 1970s. Material 6-1 hung in the gallery among many hazardous anartistic3 pieces. A placard beneath the polaroid read, “An interesting piece. A juvenile example, surely.”
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+A gallery inventory found at the site included the following information about the material.
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The Last Photo taken on Radon Island.
+Artist: No Longer Extant
+A cheeky little piece with an overly dramatic title I simply won’t use in display of the piece. Of interest to some investors out of Hong Kong. Of no real value to us. Decidedly uncool.
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Field Report location-6
+On the November 9th, Dr. Kikuchi and her team found three instances of SCP-4591-1 colonies. These colonies were considerably smaller than those found in Russia or Japan, with approximate area of 6m2.
Event: Oarjig Bay, New Jersey USA.
+Initial Findings Foundation search algorithms monitoring correspondences between certain key marine biologists were initially alerted to a discussion between Camden Aquarium and a correspondent at Long Beach Island New Jersey about the discovery of and potential threat from a found colony of SCP-4591-1. Foundation personnel interviewed, hiring the Aquarium manager away to a position in the Bahamas. The biologist working out of Long Beach Island was then turned into a Foundation asset who later collected field reports for this potential event. Dr. Kikuchi’s team of digital archivists began sweeping the Internet for mentions of lost towns or cities in Egg Harbor and the Pine Barrens of Eastern New Jersey. On May 25th, 2018, researchers found four mentions of an “Oarjig Bay”; a popular discussion point among ‘ghost hunters’ who know the area well dating back to screen capture images of website created in 1998.
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Materials 7-1:
+The following is a transcript of the text visible on Material 7-1.
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I’m looking for monsters
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If enough of them see this, we’re going [to] find them. They can’t hide forever.
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+March 15th, '98
+Dwight and I went up into the [Pine Barrens] to have another look at the wreck of that fishing skiff we found last month. We got some solid [EVP] I'll post later. (Dwight needs to make a call tonight.)
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+I know there was something there. Something eerie in those woods. Most folks don't go over to Oarjig much anymore. I've visited twice. It's just the shell of a fishing town. But Harry's [Restaurant] just has the best pancakes you're going to get. Anyway, I've asked the locals if they get that same feeling. They've been [there] a few generations now, and say sure. Some people move out. But to them it's home. By some, I think they mean a lot.
+You know what it honestly feels like? It feels like the whole place just isn't supposed to be there. Like it's haunted from the future. That doesn't make much sense. Sorry.
+Also sorry about the background. I'm trying to figure out this website stuff. The site handles most of the stuff automatically, and I don't know how to change it back to that animated picture of Godzilla I had. I liked it better even if my nephew said he couldn't read my posts.
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March 16th, '98
+Not gonna bother posting the recording we got. Talked to some guy on one of the message boards and he says it wasn't [EVP]. Says it was like birds? He's a bird watcher. Said it sounded more like distressed [seagulls] real far away. He told me it was still weird. That many gulls sounding that distressed was 'real creepy,' he said. I'd never heard a sound like that. There's some tiny barrier islands maybe an hour row from the shore, we know a ton of gulls live out there in the tall grass. Gotta wonder if something happened out there. Dwight says we could row out there this Sunday if I really wanted. I don't know. I'm gonna find out what all this is, but I don't know if I want to put myself in that kind of danger, you know?
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March 17th, '98
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+It's about 5:30. Dwight got us up real early to head out to Oarjig Bay so we can row out to the barriers. He said he had a real terrible dream and had to go see what was out there. He said in the dream someone had eaten the little islands. Not just the birds there, like the screaming on the recording. But actually the islands. I've never seen him so excited to go on one of my explorations. Who am I to argue?
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I didn't tell him, but I have a bad feeling about it. Like we're not supposed to be there. Like we're [absolutely] supposed to stay home today and eat a big breakfast with me spending the day trying to fix the background on this site and him shooting headcrabs. :D I'm sure we'll laugh about this later.
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I'll update you when we get back. Wish us luck!
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Notes
+March 17th, 1998 was not a Sunday.
+Digital archivists were unable to find any trace of this website ever having existed.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDKEEPING AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION.
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This is an automated message re: SCP-4656. Due to its anomalous effects, all personnel receiving this message must confirm its receipt to ensure SCP-4656’s continued containment. In accordance with the Special Containment Procedures, some segments are highlighted in blue for your convenience.
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Thank you for your cooperation.
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Item #: SCP-4656
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: This document will be sent to all Foundation personnel with Level 2 Clearance or higher by email every week. Personnel should then (re)read the document to reinforce the mnemonic device used to contain SCP-4656: there is no connection. Any information about SCP-4656 must be rendered as plainly as possible while still keeping with the standard format. Due to its otherwise self-containing nature, knowledge of SCP-4656 and its properties is harmless and available to any relevant personnel.
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However, Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor any academic communities for instances of SCP-4656-2 or other signs of infection. Any individuals found in the infection’s early stages are to be passively observed. Any groups displaying widespread infection will be infiltrated by Mobile Task Force Delta-6 (“Grifters”) and disbanded from the inside. Methods of doing so may even include defaming SCP-4656-1 instances or their work. If any SCP-4656-1 instances reach Stage 4 or 5 anyway, personnel may directly interfere to prevent them from progressing to Stage 6. This may even include directly informing instances that the connections do not exist.
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Should Stage 6 occur, containment personnel must use all available measures to prevent its completion, including lethal force. During this time, SCP-4656’s assigned Senior Containment Specialist must identify the foci of the SCP-4656-1 instance(s) and gather as much information about them as possible. They must then take copies of this information to the nearest Metaphysical Isolation Chamber in case of failure to prevent the completion of Stage 6. This is to prevent the nonexistent connections from affecting anything critical.
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If Stage 6 completes, then the resulting damage to reality must be repaired using the preserved information. In the case of Stage 6a, little further action is necessary. Since the connections do not exist, SCP-4656 relation to the damaged concepts can be exploited to recontain it. In the case of Stage 6b, the acting Senior Containment Specialist will meet with the O5 Council to decide the next course of action about any damaged/erased concepts. This is to ensure that the imperative justifies the heavy use of Foundation resources necessary to repair such damage.
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Only individuals who have a known proficiency in mathematics may conduct testing involving SCP-4656. This is to both control the resulting effects of Stage 6a and to reduce the chances of an unintentional Stage 6b. Currently, the Department of Analysis is the group managing potential candidates. All questions regarding SCP-4656 and its applications should be directed to either them or the onsite RAISA liaison.
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Personnel not involved with testing are to be thoroughly reminded that there is no connection. This is to ensure that there is no uncontrolled spread of SCP-4656 outside of testing. Under no circumstances are any instances of SCP-4656-2 to be created without direct supervision from testing personnel. Personnel found making connections that do not exist will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis.
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Any mention of The Sefirot Guild outside of internal Foundation documentation should be reported immediately to O5-10.
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Description: SCP-4656 is an abstract concept that exhibits an anti-infohazardous effect.1 Specifically, SCP-4656 is the concept of a process designed to establish causal/thematic connections between several unrelated entities by analyzing coincidental patterns. The anomaly surrounding SCP-4656 is that despite testing proving otherwise, no system exists for this purpose. Indeed, conventional mathematics could not support such a system. In all senses, SCP-4656 does not exist, and, therefore, it cannot establish real connections. There are no connections.
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However, systems based off SCP-4656 always return evidence of connections. Further, once a sentient mind contains SCP-4656, it alters the behavior of the affected subject (hereafter referred to as SCP-4656-1) to account for this information. Their attempts to actualize this concept (the resultant systems designated SCP-4656-2) and display it to others is what propagates SCP-4656.
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The spread of SCP-4656 occurs through the following mechanism:
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Stage 1 (Speculation): An unaffected subject becomes aware of SCP-4656, whether through viewing the results of a SCP-4656-2 system or by pondering SCP-4656 itself. Strangely, infection only occurs if the unaffected subject truly believes that SCP-4656 exists. This risk can be mitigated entirely if an unaffected subject is informed/reminded that there is no connection. If the concept does not take root in the subject's mind, then they will remain unaffected.
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Stage 2 (Notation): Once infection occurs, however, they will become acutely aware of random trends in large data sets. In addition, they will become unshakably convinced that these trends are due to connections between these data sets, even though those connections do not exist. Both the type of matching data and the pool from which data is gathered appear to be irrelevant. Nothing is too broad or too specific to trigger the effects. This awareness only applies to random relationships; qualities that are either inherently similar or identical cannot be charted using SCP-4656.2 This awareness also denotes their conversion into SCP-4656-1. In this stage, they will fixate upon several entities, typically ones holding personal significance, and record any instances of the noted trend.
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Stage 3 (Actualization): Once an instance has gathered enough raw data, they will then begin to develop a mathematical formula based on their recordings (SCP-4656-2) and attempt to solve it.3 No consistent elements have been identified for SCP-4656-2, as the system is looking for connections that do not exist. Therefore, the elements of SCP-4656-2 are dependent on the SCP-4656-1 instance creating them and will often contain nonsensical mechanics as a result.4 Depending on the complexity of SCP-4656-2, Stage 3’s duration may vary widely. Past durations have taken anywhere from 30 minutes to 7 years.
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Stage 4 (Realization): Stage 4 is marked by the instance reaching a solution and returning a single value. Due to the nature of SCP-4656-2, this value could be anything from a number to a name to a physical object. The meaning assigned to this value seems to be dependent on how many degrees of separation there are between the observed entities. More degrees of separation typically results in values that are more esoteric. Without fail, this value is an underlying causal marker in every piece of data used. However, the connection is only obvious if divined through the created SCP-4656-2. This value will even indicate connections that are non-obvious or even impossible. This is, of course, because the connections do not exist.
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Stage 5 (Proliferation): The SCP-4656-1 instance will then attempt to share their discovery and their SCP-4656-2 with as many other people as possible. Any unaffected subjects who ponder the validity of the results risk SCP-4656 infection unless they already know that the connections do not exist. However, due to the nature of SCP-4656-2, the instance will be incapable of explaining it in a way that unaffected subjects will be able to understand. This usually leads to the instance’s work being dismissed as fraudulent, hampering the spread of SCP-4656. If an instance is discouraged from sharing, the compulsion grows dormant as they realize that the connections they made do not exist. The instance's behavior then gradually returns to normal as SCP-4656 fades from their mind. If they continue this endeavor, however, they will become more and more devoted to relaying SCP-4656-2. This will lead to one of two possible outcomes.
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Stage 6a (Alteration): The SCP-4656-1 instance’s efforts will result in the creation of a version of their SCP-4656-2 that expresses its premises as an axiomatic proof. This duration usually lasts about as long as the duration of Stage 3. If they are successful, this creates a paradox. Since SCP-4656-2 is a visual depiction of a nonexistent concept, it has been theorized that the reason Stage 6 is so volatile is that these systems technically don’t exist. Further, they are enforcing connections that also don’t exist. By incorporating methods that do exist into their formulas, they override the principles on which the SCP-4656-2 is founded. This paradox causes a sort of 'informational effervescence'.5 This corrupts the framework of the created SCP-4656-2 and retroactively alters its nature. The nonsensical operations become those that are rational in order to resolve the ontological paradox. Thus, reality itself changes to match the rational version of SCP-4656-2, which is by default a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario.
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Stage 6b (Disintegration): However, if an SCP-4656-1 instance is unsuccessful, this creates a further paradox. A proof that speaks against the validity of their results negates the connections that they made and reinforces their nonexistence. Since the metaphysical framework of the system is already unstable, the conceptual bulk of SCP-4656-2 collapses altogether. All information about entities observed through it fuses with the information of SCP-4656, virtually erasing them from existence. The only known method of salvage/reification is manually remaking the entity using preserved information. Preservation of information has been achieved in the past through metaphysical isolation (storage in alternate dimensions, alternate universes, Scranton boxes, etc.).
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That method of storage, while exorbitant, is absolutely necessary to see the results of any alterations. For example, an instance of SCP-4656-2 created during testing uses through the following steps:
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Taking the square root of a truck symbol multiplied by 4(lm)
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The value of the previous step being divided by a lamp symbol
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This series of calculations would equal the Foundation’s insignia. At this stage, no alarm was raised as the connection did not yet exist. However, after the SCP-4656-1 instance was able to define the symbols (thus completing Stage 6a), the equation was found to correspond to a Foundation front company. This company – Sconces, Candelabras, and Photography – is a widespread chain store that offers electrical and lighting equipment.
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All of the variables can be made constant by taking measurements on a unit sold by the company. The truck symbol refers to the distribution of a unit sold by the company and its distance from the store. The lamp symbol refers to the composition and dimensions of the unit. The heart symbol refers to the satisfaction of the customer. For clarification, these values were undefined before the completion of Stage 6a. Before then, the equation literally operated on the objects that the symbols represented. As such, there was no connection.
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The meaning of this was unknown until the Senior Containment Specialist exited the Chamber after testing had concluded. Their compiled records showed that the lamp in question was originally purchased from a mundane lighting equipment manufacturer. Further, they showed no existence of Sconces, Candelabras, and Photography before the testing session. This was especially concerning due to its well-recorded existence since 1956 and high number of customers.
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The Department of Analysis conducted an investigation as part of testing protocol. Notably, they discovered that any appliance sold by the company demonstrated a passive anomalous effect. Exposure to an appliance's light instills a subconscious alignment with the Foundation's directives. As a result, locations with high concentrations of the company's products were found to have faster item recovery and cover-up times due to the civilians’ unconscious cooperation.
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No special plans to exploit the connection that shouldn't exist have yet been made, although they have been considered.
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Addendum 1: Discovery
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SCP-4656 was discovered after a routine sweep of Site-01’s archival servers. Due to their isolated nature, personnel stationed on-site were able to observe a possible discrepancy. Further examination showed that the existence of a Group of Interest known as The Sefirot Guild had been erased from all other records.
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Based on information lingering in Site-01, The Sefirot Guild was a group of occult mathematicians. Their ‘guild’ was devoted to a modification of Gnostic teachings. These teachings stated that numbers hold the truest significance over all other things. Further, they held that through numbers, anything could be divined. They even believed that the nonexistent could be charted.
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Members would show this belief through ritually developing mathematical proofs stating the validity of such practices. According to remaining records, they made heavy use of equations indicative of SCP-4656-2. This would explain their relative obscurity before their erasure. The nonsensical connections they made would likely have kept them from being perceived as credible.
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In an effort to ascertain what it was that they did, SCP-4656 itself was discovered. Through analysis of their last recorded communications, it was determined that their usage of SCP-4656-2 was the cause of their erasure. Currently, it is theorized that The Sefirot Guild had attempted to use SCP-4656-2 on other instances of SCP-4656-2. In doing so, they ‘stacked’ the paradoxical nature of SCP-4656-2 on top of itself. The resulting completion of Stage 6b erased them from existence instead of what they observed.
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After observing the fate of The Sefirot Guild, SCP-4656’s true nature was established. Projections suggest that even one uncontrolled Stage 6b could result in either an OK-Class Metaphysical Collapse Scenario or a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario.
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Therefore, it is imperative that you remember that there is no connection.
Special Containment Procedures: Site-152 personnel who encounter SCP-4719 are to document the time and place of the encounter, accept any non-threatening "gifts" that are offered, and submit these objects to Dr. Agnes for review. SCP-4719 is otherwise allowed to roam Site-152 at its leisure, in part because there has thus far been no successful attempt to contain SCP-4719.
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SCP-4719 does pose a tripping hazard and is considered fragile, so all on-site personnel are encouraged to be more aware of their surroundings, even in generally innocuous locations such as hallways, workstations, restrooms, and lounges. If SCP-4719 is found to be overturned, stuck, or otherwise incapacitated, personnel are allowed to right SCP-4719 onto its wheels. Personnel are also allowed to accept any "gifts" that SCP-4719 offers them. Otherwise, interactions with SCP-4719 are discouraged. Any carriages found discarded by SCP-4719 are to be turned in to Dr. Agnes.
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The locomotive of SCP-4719 has been fitted with a GPS linked to the local administrative servers, and will trigger a forced text alert to any on-site personnel when they are within 10 meters of SCP-4719. This alert has a unique whistling ringtone to differentiate it from other sounds.
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Description: SCP-4719 refers to a toy train constructed out of oak wood and held together with short steel finishing nails. Rubber bands and cotton twine are not uncommon adornments, and the locomotive and its carriage(s) are coupled together with small steel hooks. SCP-4719 may appear as just a locomotive with no carriages or a maximum observed of 20. These carriages and any cargo do not exceed the dimensions of the locomotive, which are 8 inches long, 4 inches wide, and 6 inches tall.
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The locomotive of SCP-4719 is capable of achieving a maximum documented speed of 10 miles per hour, although it will usually travel no faster than a typical walking pace. SCP-4719 is capable of traveling on walls, ceilings, at or below the surface of water, and other non-level surfaces. The 1 meter-long pull string attached to the bow—while usually wrapped around its chimney—is prehensile and SCP-4719 has been observed moving objects out of its path and opening doors with it. SCP-4719 will occasionally detach any carriages it is pulling, although a precise reason for this behavior has not yet been determined. The only way to induce this response is to try and pick up SCP-4719, resulting in SCP-4719 shedding excess carriages and scurrying away.
What follows is a list of known carriages pulled by SCP-4719 and their commonality.
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Gondola
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Common. An open carriage with short walls, often used to carry "gifts". These carriages are also known to carry gravel, lumps of coal, or remain empty.
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Common. A flat base sometimes used to carry "gifts", but usually contains wooden logs or wooden blocks. Objects are always fastened down with either rubber bands or wool string. Sometimes pegs are in place to help keep objects in place.
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Common. A stylized wooden block with a flat roof and base. 2 or 3 holes are drilled cleanly through the block as windows.
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Common. A solid octagonal prism attached to a flat base.
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Uncommon. A Gondola-type carriage with a removable lid. Chest-type carriages will always contain a "gift".
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Uncommon. A Tanker-type carriage with 1 or 2 pegs in the roof, which can be removed. The prism is hollow and sometimes contains a liquid that is either pasteurized milk, crude oil, fresh water, or [REDACTED]. The contents of these carriages are not considered "gifts".
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Extremely uncommon. An inverted trapezoid on a flat base with a removable core. The contents of the core are considered "gifts" and are often solid 6-inch cylinders of aluminum, gold, tungsten, or copper. However, they will sometimes contain more mundane objects, such as a pen or a piece of candy.
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Shell
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Extremely uncommon. Easily mistaken for a Block-type carriage, these are flat bases with a wooden shell placed over them. These will always contain a "gift".
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Caboose
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Extremely uncommon. Always found at the end of the train. Resembles a Passenger-type carriage with no windows.
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Artillery
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Only three known instances. Resembles a centrally-mounted naval turret on a flat base. The armament has an estimated caliber size of 8 millimeters and a barrel length of 40 millimeters. During the second reported instance, ████ █████████ attempted to retrieve the carriage. SCP-4719 stopped moving and aimed the turret at ████ █████████, who decided to leave SCP-4719 alone. The report filed by ████ █████████ mentions a pointed metallic projectile of some kind in the muzzle. The effectiveness of the weapon and composition of the projectile is questionable, but it has been concluded SCP-4719 should be avoided when it is pulling an Artillery-type carriage.
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Nuclear Flask
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Only one known instance. Resembles a Flask-type carriage, except the flask is made of stainless steel. A "Radioactive Material" warning symbol is believed to have been etched on the end cap, but this was mistakenly overlooked. The core was found to contain a 6-inch cylinder of Uranium-235. Site radiation monitors were not tripped until the core was removed. Unaware of the cylinder's composition, █████ █████████ returned the core to SCP-4719, and SCP-4719 was allowed to depart before proper action could be initiated. Radiation exposure was minimal and █████ █████████ was soon cleared healthy. Despite attempts to track down SCP-4719, the Nuclear Flask-type carriage was never recovered. In the future, "gifts" from non-wooden carriages should be refused.
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Toxin
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Only one known instance. Resembles a Tanker 2-type carriage with a "Biological Hazard" warning label carved into both sides of the prism. No attempts were made to open or acquire the carriage. The carriage was never seen again.
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Only one known instance. Resembles a Chest-type carriage with the standard Foundation logo on the lid. ████████ ███████, who encountered SCP-4719, was repeatedly offered to open the container by SCP-4719 but politely—and perhaps wisely—refused to accept. After about 5 minutes of pestering her, SCP-4719 finally gave up and went away. The carriage was sighted again later that same day, but SCP-4719 did not offer it to anyone and no attempt was made to acquire it. The carriage was never seen again.
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Behavior: It is not known if SCP-4719 can feel pain, but it has been known to come under distress. Observed behaviors by SCP-4719 include making a whistling "cry" when it falls on its side, violently thrashing when being restrained, and ramming personnel or objects when cornered. Being comprised almost entirely of wood and lacking any biological mechanisms such as a nervous system or digestive tract, it has been concluded sedating SCP-4719 is impossible. For this reason, along with some ethical concerns, interaction with SCP-4719 is discouraged unless it is initiated by SCP-4719 itself.
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SCP-4719 only initiates interactions by pulling up alongside a given individual and offering them "gifts" in the form of specific cargo in its carriage(s). Due to dimensional limitations, these "gifts" are small. They are commonly delivered on Flat-type, Gondola-type, and Chest-type carriages. How SCP-4719 acquires these "gifts" is unknown. The "gifts" themselves are usually belongings of the individual that had previously been considered lost, although they have also been commonly found to be items the individual craves or desires, and more rarely have been portent.
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SCP-4719 has been known to be persistent, and will sometimes encircle or nudge individuals when it has a "gift" to offer them. These actions grow more assertive with time, as SCP-4719 has escalated to wrapping its pull string around the individual's legs, "whining" at them with a whistling noise, and even attempt to climb on or over them. However, if an individual is persistent in their refusal, SCP-4719 will give up after about 5 minutes in a manner that has been described as "dejected". It is assumed what happens to refused "gifts" is the same as what happens to its carriages, although SCP-4719 has been known to sometimes offer these "gifts" to other individuals.
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Upon accepting a "gift", SCP-4719 will exhibit the aforementioned assertive behaviors if the wooden materials of its carriages (such as the lid in a Chest-type carriage) are not returned. However, SCP-4719 will not give up. In one experiment, SCP-4719 grew violent, attempting to strangle the gift-taker with its pull string after the lid to one of its Chest-type carriages was not returned after 7 minutes.
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SCP-4719 does not appear to hold grudges or have favorites, although individuals who have repeatedly interfered with SCP-4719 without its consent have stopped being offered "gifts". Individuals who have helped SCP-4719, such as righting it after it has fallen on its side, have sometimes reported SCP-4719 "briefly rubbing up against their leg like a cat" before wandering away.
What follows is a selected list of "gifts" offered by SCP-4719. Over the 12 years SCP-4719 has been at Site-152, SCP-4719 has offered 3,209 "gifts".
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A typical pencil, sharpened
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Accepted. Individual had been walking across the room to a pencil sharpener when SCP-4719 intercepted them.
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Two United States quarters
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Accepted. Individual was short on change for a vending machine in the lunch room when SCP-4719 approached them.
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House key
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Accepted. Individual had just entered the building after arriving at work to start their shift and identified this key as their own. It is not known how SCP-4719 could have acquired this "gift" as it has not been shown to leave the premises of Site-152.
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Wedding ring
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Refused. Individual was already married. Three months later, they discovered their spouse had been cheating on them.
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A blank postcard from San Francisco, California
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Accepted. Individual identified their parents lived in the city, but otherwise had no connections to the area. One hour later, they learned that their father had been in a car accident.
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A $50 Amazon gift card
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Accepted. Individual had been looking for a present for their niece's birthday but "didn't know" what to get.
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A vial of insulin
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Accepted. Individual later discovered their nine-year old child had become diabetic.
Accepted. Individual recognized the "Dr. Wondertainment" trademark on the packaging and immediately turned it in for quarantine. This is a new instance of SCP-2923-01 separate from those contained in Site-11. This incident sparked an investigation to determine if SCP-4719 was a Dr. Wondertainment product, although no connection has been found. The individual maintains no identifying marks were present on the carriage that contained SCP-2923-01.
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Two white pawns and one black knight chess pieces
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Accepted. These pieces had been missing from the west break room for the past two years.
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A human kidney
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Accepted. The human kidney was still warm and packaged in a vacuum-sealed plastic baggie. DNA analysis provided inconclusive results. The individual who received the kidney administered themselves for examination, where it was revealed one of their kidneys was in the process of failing. A transplant was performed successfully.
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Level-4 Foundation clearance key card
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Accepted. The key card belonged to the local Site-152 administrator. This is noteworthy because the administrator was reportedly in a closed meeting when the "gift" was accepted, which they had used their key card to access. After learning this, the administrator [REDACTED]. After being "yelled at", SCP-4719 became "skittish" and disappeared. GPS data shows SCP-4719 remained in its usual hiding spot for 4 days. It would be a further 12 days before SCP-4719 would offer anyone another "gift". In the interim, SCP-4719 would go out of its own way to avoid human interaction.
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"Bubbles" the hamster
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Accepted. "Bubbles" had been the childhood pet of the individual, and presumed dead for over 30 years. The individual even recalls burying the pet in their backyard. An exhumation of the grave revealed the shoe box Bubbles had been buried in, but the body was missing. Bubbles would go on to live for another year before dying of natural causes.
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Unlike SCP-737, SCP-4719 does not appear to "hunger" and has never been observed to consume or "absorb" materials. It also does not create its own tunnels. Instead it has been known to traverse Site-152 through the ventilation systems, between walls, down elevator shafts, and other concealed avenues. However, SCP-4719 has also exhibited the ability to vanish and reappear when not directly observed. GPS data has shown SCP-4719 spontaneously traveling as far as 150 meters, even through some classified materials designed explicitly to prevent this kind of traversal. SCP-4719 seems to use this ability when it finds itself trapped, or to enter and leave the containment chamber of SCP-████.
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Acquisition: The first reported sighting of SCP-4719 was 75 days following the containment of SCP-████, leading to the accepted theory that SCP-4719 is a creation of SCP-████. GPS data has shown SCP-4719 spends an inordinate amount of time in the containment chamber of SCP-████. Due to SCP-████'s special containment procedures, monitoring SCP-4719 inside this chamber is impossible. It is presumed here is where SCP-4719 acquires and discards the bulk of its carriages, although this cannot yet be proven. Similarly, what happens to these discarded carriages, and any refused gifts they may contain, is unknown. However, the existence of SCP-4719 does give some insight into the nature of SCP-████, and may be useful in allowing for more direction interaction with SCP-████. Connections between SCP-4719, SCP-████, and SCP-737 are the topic of ongoing investigations.
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Attempts to contain SCP-4719 have been impeded by the extent of its teleportation abilities, its apparent degree of sentience, and the ethical concerns behind causing it distress without the ability to sedate it. One experiment involved waiting for SCP-4719 to offer a "gift" to an individual, and then having that individual lure SCP-4719 into a containment chamber with constant surveillance. While successful, after 22 minutes of trying to leave the chamber, SCP-4719 began to convulse in an apparent seizure, forcing an end to the experiment.
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However, SCP-4719 has proven not to leave the premises of Site-152, remain not inherently threatening beyond the mild tripping hazard it presents, and is, in some circumstances, helpful to the on-site staff. These factors contribute to SCP-4719's currently relaxed containment procedures. There is currently no plan to capture SCP-4719, and it is doubtful there will ever be one. Termination of SCP-4719 is at this time deemed not necessary. This may change if SCP-4719 bears more hazardous "gifts" with greater frequency, or grows consistently hostile towards site personnel.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4788 is contained at the centre of a six-metre-diameter refrigerated containment cell at Provisional Site-1901. All surfaces within the chamber are coated with polytetrafluoroethylene or an equivalent nonreactive substance, and the standard CCTV systems are able to retract upwards in the event that there is a risk of physical or chemical damage by the anomaly.
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In the event that SCP-4788 undergoes a τ Event, no personnel are to interact with it until the new flesh and limbs are entirely digested. Coinage and desiccated organs are to be removed by a member of D-Class personnel following each Event, and SCP-4788's stomach should be examined for paper buildup at least once every six events.
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Personnel at PS-190 are to be made aware of the possibility of SCP-4788 manifesting anywhere on the site following damage or destruction. If the cadaver is located outside of its containment chamber, it is to be relocated by the containment team as soon as feasible.
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Description: SCP-4788 is the taxidermied corpse of 34 year-old Dean Larson. SCP-4788 cannot be physically damaged to any significant degree; any attempts to do so will result in it demanifesting and reappearing fully repaired at Larson's former place-of-work (now Provisional Site-190).
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SCP-4788 will periodically (at least once per 15 days) undergo a Tau (τ) Event, signalled by slight muscle spasms and an increase in internal temperature to 38.5°C. All remaining organic tissues in the body will begin to regenerate and expand, blanketing the cadaver and any clothes or small objects touching it with a new layer of living epidermis. Any minor interaction with an area of this new skin (including slight changes in temperature or air pressure) will cause said area to develop an array of new body parts, including:
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Bones (joints, ribs, and spinal columns) and musculature.
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Numerous hoofed limbs extending from the aforementioned joints.
Mottled fur covering irregular portions of newly-formed skin.
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Horns extending from the forehead, temples, and roof of the mouth.
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Large quantities of fat and muscle packed in irregular sheets, accounting for >70% of new tissue.
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Between six and thirty-six supernumerary stomachs, each connected to a bovine muzzle on the body's exterior.
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Due to the disturbances caused by these structures a chain reaction of formation is essentially inevitable, and will halt only when the first layer of skin is completely covered with new body parts. Once this stable state is reached, the additional stomachs will begin producing large quantities of gastric acid and digestive enzymes, which the connected mouths will begin to regurgitate. Over the course of up to ninety-two hours, all new tissues (including the additional epidermis) will be entirely dissolved3. The only portions not affected by this are stomachs themselves, which will rapidly desiccate and disintegrate once disconnected from the central mass. Persons in the vicinity of the digestive portion of τ Events have reported hearing the sounds of cutlery, laughter, and muffled talking — as no attempts to record these sounds have been successful, this is believed to be an auditory hallucination induced by exposure to the solution.
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No waste is produced during τ Events; the acid and organic remnants will disappear through unknown means, and increasingly corrosive acids will be produced until even normally undigestible body-parts have been dissolved. Following the conclusion of the event, each supernumerary stomach will contain a small amount of British coinage, averaging £2.55. SCP-4788's original stomach, which is the only internal organ not to have been removed during the taxidermy process, will be found to contain a pay-cheque for a variable amount — extrapolation over the entirety of the anomaly's existence results in a regular income slightly above the minimum wage offered to Miller & Carter's Steakhouse employees.
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Notably, despite being deceased, Dean Larson was never removed from the Steakhouse's employee roster. As the restaurant closed in early 2017, three days after SCP-4788's discovery, it remains unclear whether this was a clerical error or an intentional decision.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4818 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment unit in the low-security wing of Site 17 with standard privileges and amenities, contingent on its continued cooperation and good behaviour. SCP-4818 is permitted to retain the graphic novel collection it accumulated prior to containment, and is allowed up to twelve active graphic novel subscriptions.
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In the event that SCP-4818 becomes hostile, it is to be subdued with the use of a four square meter sheet coated in commercially available vantablack paint, modified to be fired from a net launcher, and held within a completely dark containment cell after being searched for any light generating objects. SCP-4818's release may be authorized by Site 17's Head of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology, should their assessment deem the risk of further violence to be minimal. Multiple or severe hostile incidents will result in SCP-4818 being transferred to a more secure facility.
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SCP-4818 is to be regularly assessed by an attache from Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 "Last Hope", and is permitted to engage in its training assignments in designated areas.
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Description: SCP-4818 is an adolescent female of mixed European and Middle-Eastern descent. Any photons which make contact with SCP-4818's skin can be induced to form photonic molecules1. SCP-4818 can form and dissolve photonic matter at will, so long as it is exposed to light. Objects composed of this photonic matter possess a crystalline lattice structure and an appearance similar to luminescent faceted gems.
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The photonic matter SCP-4818 produces does not break, scratch, tear, or deform under stress like regular matter, however it does gradually shed photons until it has entirely dissipated. Physical shocks have been demonstrated to accelerate this deterioration. Photonic constructs typically fade at a rate of 100 lumens per hour, and dissipate completely upon reaching zero lumens. Applying approximately 1000 newtons of force to a photonic construct will also cause it to lose 100 lumens.
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SCP-4818 is capable of restoring, maintaining, or increasing the luminosity of photonic constructs by maintaining skin contact.
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At the time of recovery, SCP-4818 was only capable of generating small photonic jewels and figurines, as well as inflexible photonic armour over exposed skin.
SCP-4818 is curled up in a defensive position in its chair, possibly unconscious. Dr. Valdez gently taps on the interview room's partition.
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Dr. Valdez: Hello. Excuse me. Are you awake?
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SCP-4818 looks at Dr. Valdez with apparent hostility, but does not respond.
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Dr. Valdez: Good. I'm Dr. Luna Valdez, I'm here to do an intake interview. But first, have you been fed yet? You're supposed to be fed before we do these. It makes everything go a lot smoother.
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SCP-4818 does not respond.
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Dr. Valdez: Have you had water at least? I can't let you get dehydrated. It doesn't have to be water. I can get you juice, or even hot chocolate, or -
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SCP-4818:(interrupting) I know what you're doing.
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Dr. Valdez: I'm sorry?
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SCP-4818: You have your damn goons tackle me to the ground, tie me up in a sack, haul me off in the back of a van for hours, lock me up in a dark cell, and then you show up all sweet asking if I want hot chocolate? That's how you brainwash prisoners, by having one of their keepers pretend to be nice so they'll start to trust them.
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Dr. Valdez: They tackled you to the ground? I'm sorry they were rough with you, that was clearly unjustified in your case. I assure you the Task Force that brought you in will at the very least be reprimanded. This is not a prison, and we don't tolerate any abuse from our security staff. Everyone else will treat you the same as I do.
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SCP-4818's eyes begin to tear up.
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SCP-4818:(softly) How long are you going to keep me here?
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Dr. Valdez: Well, most of our residents are here indefinitely, but it does depend on various -
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SCP-4818:(sobs) What are you going to tell my parents?
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Dr. Valdez: That depends on the specifics of your circumstances, but the cover story is usually whatever will cause the least suspicion. Most likely, they'll just be led to believe you've gone missing and -
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SCP-4818 begins crying.
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Dr. Valdez: Sweetie, please at least drink something. We don't want you getting sick.
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SCP-4818 does not comply.
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Dr. Valdez: Do you know why you're here at least?
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SCP-4818:(nods) Because of my power.
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Dr. Valdez: We use the term anomalies, but yes.
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SCP-4818: Anomalies, plural? So, I'm not the only one then?
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Dr. Valdez: No. As you can probably guess by your ID number, we have thousands of them in containment, and god knows how many there are in the wild.
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SCP-4818: I thought I might be the only one. And I didn't think you guys were real.
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Dr. Valdez: Well that's good. It means we're doing our job. Can you tell me about your anomaly? When did it start?
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SCP-4818: I've always been able to feel the light on my skin. I didn't even know it wasn't something other people couldn't feel. One day when I was eight or nine I just started really focusing on it, trying to hold it there, and it started growing on my arm like a layer of ice. I've been practicing and experimenting since then.
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Dr. Valdez: Can you show me?
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SCP-4818 nods. It holds out its palm, and an approximately ten centimeter tall, 400 lumen figurine of the Marvel Comics character Captain Marvel forms over several seconds.
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Dr. Valdez: That's incredible.
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SCP-4818: No, it's a sideshow act. I want to do more with it. I want to actually get good enough to use my power effectively, as an actual superhero.
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Dr. Valdez: I'm not saying you can't use your anomaly, but you need to know we won't tolerate any violence. You got lucky getting assigned to Site 17. This is one of, if not the most comfortable sites for anomalous humanoids in our entire organization. If you don't behave yourself, you're going to end up somewhere a lot less comfortable. No superhero business. Is that understood?
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SCP-4818 nods tearfully.
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Dr. Valdez: Good. I can see you're still distraught. I want you to eat some food, drink some fluids, and get some rest, and we'll resume our discussion tomorrow. Maybe even try to fill out some of those forms we gave you in case our background check missed something. Okay?
Notes: This interview was conducted after SCP-4818 had a panic attack during its first supervised contact with another on-site SCP.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Valdez: Are you feeling better now?
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SCP-4818: I guess I'm calmer, but I wouldn't say I'm better.
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Dr. Valdez: Good. If you're calm, then we can talk. Please, tell me what happened from your perspective.
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SCP-4818: My perspective? From my perspective, you brought in a trolley with mutated, stillborn fetuses that started talking! Then singing! Why the fuck would you do that?
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Dr. Valdez: I explained that to you. We don't want to keep you locked up in your room. That's not good for you, and it's not good for us. We want you to be able to go into the common areas and interact with the other residents, but before we can do that you have to meet them one on one so we can rule out any possible effects of exposing you to other anomalies.
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SCP-4818: But why them? Why on earth would those freaks be the first thing you showed me?
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Dr. Valdez: Because they're harmless. Dr. Glass did recommend I start off with Mr. Fish, but frankly, I thought 3717 would be less intimidating since they're so small and stuck in jars.
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SCP-4818 stares at Dr. Valdez in apparent disbelief.
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SCP-4818: They're horrifying!
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Dr. Valdez: I told you what they were before I brought them in.
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SCP-4818: You said they were cute!
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Dr. Valdez: I said kind of cute.
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SCP-4818: They're not fucking cute! They're monsters! You said there were people like me here, and that's what you meant? That's what I am to you? Something to be shelved alongside demonic fetuses and fish people?
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SCP-4818 buries its face in its hands and begins to cry.
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SCP-4818:(muffled) This is just a place for freaks and monsters, isn't it? I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here.
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Dr. Valdez: Please, sweetie, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression with 3717 but -
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SCP-4818 screams, withdraws to the corner of the interview chamber and collapses into a fetal position. It does not respond to further questioning.
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Dr. Valdez:(sighs) I'm sorry. I'm going to make this up to you. I promise.
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<End Log>
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Researcher's Notes: I take full responsibility for the disastrous first attempt to integrate SCP-4818 into Site 17's residential community. I chose SCP-3717 because they were low risk, but I neglected to consider the psychological impact they might have on a person unaccustomed to the anomalous. My description of SCP-3717 to SCP-4818 was also arguably too polite to have properly prepared her for them.
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It seems that prior to containment, SCP-4818 heavily identified with pop cultural depictions of superheroes, and her experiences in containment thus far have been heavily detrimental to that self-image.
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For this reason, I've chosen SCP-073 as the next Site 17 resident to meet SCP-4818. I'm confident she'll have a better opinion of him.
Notes: This interview was conducted shortly after SCP-4818's supervised meeting with SCP-073.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-4818: Hi.
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Dr. Valdez: Hello! You're looking better.
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SCP-4818: I'm feeling better.
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Dr. Valdez: Your meeting with 073 went well then?
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SCP-4818: Yeah (smiles). He was awesome. He let me try to hit him. Every single blow just came right back at me.
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Dr. Valdez: You didn't hurt yourself, did you?
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SCP-4818: No, it's cool. And his bionic arms, he can move them just like real ones! How is that possible?
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Dr. Valdez: If we knew that, they wouldn't be anomalous.
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SCP-4818: He says they don't even need upkeep. They're as invincible as the rest of him.
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Dr. Valdez: They'd have to be, otherwise he'd have worn them out long ago.
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SCP-4818: You believe him then? That he's as old as he says he is, that he's lived through reality changing events with his memory intact?
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Dr. Valdez: The consensus among the researchers is that he's trustworthy. But I already know all I need to know about him. Tell me, do you view yourself as more like him than the SCPs from your previous introduction?
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SCP-4818: I… I wish. I collapsed into a ball because of something that looked like a cheap Halloween decoration. Cain's fought actual demons.
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Dr. Valdez: Remember that 073 is indestructible. It's easy for him to be brave. You're a young woman who's been taken away from everything she's ever known, and I shoved three deformed homunculi in your face. I'm sorry I did that.
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SCP-4818: No, it's cool. They were harmless, so it was probably a better idea than putting me in the same room with an invincible, ancient cyborg.
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Dr. Valdez: There's that, and the fact that his anomaly actually affects his environment. Did he mention that at all?
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SCP-4818: He did. He told me he hasn't held a plant in thousands of years without it disintegrating. I thought that was kind of sad, so I made him a flower with my light. He's a little hard to read, but I think he liked it.
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Dr. Valdez: That was very kind of you. I'm glad you got along so well.
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SCP-4818: Yeah, I never thought I'd ever meet someone as cool as that. I'm glad that at least some of the anomalies here are more… super, I guess.
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Dr. Valdez: Well, if you can cooperate and get through the rest of the supervised introductions without incident, then you'll be able to go into the common areas and speak with him some more. I'm sure he has lots more stories that you'd love to hear.
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SCP-4818:(nods) I'd like that.
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Dr. Valdez: Wonderful! You know, I've been thinking about what you said during our first interview. About wanting to make better use of your anomaly. We do have a program here that's meant to utilize anomalous humanoids like 076, er, three. Like you. I can't promise anything, but if you were interested, I could recommend you to them. They'd evaluate you, train you, and maybe even deploy you one day.
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SCP-4818: You, you mean I could actually be a, a -
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Dr. Valdez: An agent, for us. What do you say?
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SCP-4818:(quietly) Yes.
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Dr. Valez: Great! We'll push through the rest of the introductions as quickly as we can, and you'll be hearing more of Cain's old yarns in no time. Just remember you have to be polite to the Fuller kids too.
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SCP-4818: I'll be good. I promise.
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Dr. Valez: I wouldn't expect anything less from a superhero.
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She has successfully created statues of photonic matter nearly two meters tall and ten thousand lumens in luminosity. For combat training, she most frequently generates swords, whips, shields, and throwing stars. She aspires to create more complex constructs, and hopes to one day create photonic machines.
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Alpha-9's commander tells me that they are also testing to see if she can learn to focus light into laser beams or re-release it at ionizing frequencies, but nothing has come of this so far.
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Outside of her Alpha-9 activities, SCP-4818 is a model site resident. She has never used her newly developed skills to harm staff or residents, is extremely cordial and often volunteers to assist others in any way she can. Overall, her presence has greatly brightened up the site, both literally and figuratively.
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~ Researcher Luna Valdez
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Addendum: SCP-4818 has demonstrated the ability to produce a pair of photonic wings, which computer simulations indicate are capable of sustaining powered flight. It has requested that it be allowed to test these under safe conditions, and receive flight training should they prove effective.
Special Containment Procedures: Image recognition algorithms embedded within public and private research centers are to flag and forward any ongoing research relating to the lunar surface. MTF Rho-3 ("The Hills Have Eyes") has been assigned to analyze and quarantine any data and imagery related to SCP-4905 or its potential detection.
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Monthly site integrity surveys are to be carried out by Foundation research assets stationed at Lunar Area-32. Survey samples are to monitor for biogenic molecules and other complex organic compounds. In the event that biogenic particles should sample at a value greater than 1,000 parts per cm3 Lunar Area-32 is to target the areas of highest concentration and launch ancillary site warheads during a period of minimal lunar visibility.
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+Description: SCP-4905 is the designation for a collection of battlefields centered around the Selenographic1 north pole of Earth's Moon. These sites relate to a mass conflict between humans culturally identifying as Vikings and an invasive insectoid species. Traces of SCP-4905 were first discovered in 1966 when photographs taken by lunar probes showed reflective metallic compounds visible from several major craters on the lunar surface. Information was successfully quarantined until such time as more detailed analysis could occur. Excavation and inventory took place between 1998 and 2002 after the Foundation presence at Lunar Area-32 had been established.
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The primary collection of cultural relics originated on Earth and is linked to several tribal clans of Northern Europe. Although DNA and other identifiable markers have been destroyed by cosmic radiation, a number of crafting techniques, artistic styles, and component materials have been correlated with the cultural composition of Oslo, Norway circa 1050 CE. Despite the apparent age of these relics, many of the objects were found to have been heavily modified using metallurgical techniques and other technological enhancements well beyond the scope and capabilities of their originating culture.
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The following is an incomplete manifest of heavily modified cultural artifacts recovered from the anomaly's constituent sites:
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18 'Skeid'-class2 Viking longboats each measuring approximately 21 meters in length. Each boat had been fitted with multiple plates of a magnesium-silicon carbide and a posterior thruster array powered by indeterminate means.
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2218 single-edged weapons similar in form to a bearded axe. The head of each axe is composed of a dense material containing Moscovium-2903 stabilized via unknown processes. Trace amounts of this material are shed in the course of use which undergoes rapid radioactive decay and inhibits platelet formation and cellular regeneration in wounds.
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Interlocking plates of lamellar armor composed primarily of beta titanium alloy and advanced carbon composites.
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SCP-4905-1 is the designation for a group of insectoid organisms of an indeterminate origin. While no completely intact specimens of SCP-4905-1 were recovered from a site survey, a number of partial specimens were salvaged and brought back to Lunar Area-32 for further study. Each of the partial specimens featured one or more embedded bearded axe style weapons lodged in either the center mass or the primary ganglia of the creature. Carcasses often bore multiple embedded weapons or showed wound patterns consistent with multiple lethal weapon strikes.
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There are three constituent sites composing SCP-4905 that are each geographically separate. Present at each of these sites is a cylindrical monolith made from an unidentified non-reactive metal. Standing at six meters in height, reconstructed portions of each cylinder feature relief carvings of Viking warriors wielding weapons and arrayed in combative poses or military formations. The middle band of each cylinder displays text carved in a runic language known as Young Futhark4. The purpose or intent of the text is unknown and is the subject of further study.
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The following is a description of each site and the associated monolith, as well as its initial translation. Further academic verification of the texts and carvings are still pending Information Security review.
Site 4905.1:
+The conflicts around this outpost contain a large number of 'skirmish' style engagements. Insectoid forces include a number of smaller units deployed in compliment to larger drones in something resembling squad-based tactics. In comparison to the other sites, this battlefield features the fewest numbers of combatants and the most narrow variety of employed weapons and tactics. Fighting at this location was likely short, brutal, and based on the proportions of remains, soundly in favor of the Insectoids.
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Several specimens of SCP-4905-1 were recovered from Site 2 with numerous layers of regenerated exoskeletal matter. Larger specimens of SCP-4905-1 all possess axes, bladed weapons, or otherwise metallic implements lodged at various depths of their anatomy as the defenders iterated both tactics and response.
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Multiple instances of ocular-cortical implants were discovered among the Viking remains that suggest a level of cybernetic integration or augmentation. Tool marks present on bones and the position of tactile circuitry suggests the devices are intended for use with human physiology. It is speculated such a device may have been utilized to increase reaction time and the real-time processing of sensory information. Unfortunately, Foundation research has been unable to identify a power source compatible with this technology; Research into these augmentations is ongoing.
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Additional cybernetic devices discovered at this site include but are not limited to:
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Subdermal thoracic plates made of beta titanium alloy with attached gold diodes. Plates were anchored to sternum and diodes were distributed to various critical locations throughout the body.
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Forearm mounted bracer with liquid crystal display. The attached device appears intended to convey some level of information and is accompanied by devices analogous to a transceiver. A portion of those wearing the bracers had them anchored into the radius and ulna, possibly as a means of interfacing directly with nerve impulses.
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Cranially affixed ultra-compact rebreather. The majority of these devices attached via adjustable strap but many were anchored directly onto the jaw.
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The remains of Monolith-4905-1 are located in the approximate center of the crater and appears to have been destroyed as a result of the conflict at Site-1. Tool marks and scoring present in the debris suggests the destruction of this pillar may have been done intentionally by defending Viking forces. Reconstruction of the artifact yielded the following translation from the available text:
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'Cattle die, kinsmen die
+you yourself die;
+One thing now that never dies
+the fame of a dead man’s deeds'.5
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'So do we write to color the runes
+written against the stars
+stained with our blood.'
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'O'er long summers we gather
+beckoned to Aegir's Hall.
+Tales for our grandchildren make for ancestor's pride.'
Site 4905.2:
+Taking place inside a shallow crater near the Lunar north pole, Insectoid forces approached Site-2 from Lunar West and penetrated deeply through Viking lines, which collapsed at the point of attack. Substantial amounts of ossified human remains line a wedge-shaped corridor and increase in frequency and density as the wedge nears the center of the crater. The largest concentration of remains, both Viking and Insectoid, are accumulated in a circular area surrounding the pillar.
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This location appears to be 'ground zero' for the detonation of a secondary anomalous event which took place during the previously mentioned battle. While the specific nature of this event is unknown, it appears to have resulted in the instantaneous ossification7 of all organic matter present in the crater and perhaps beyond. Due to the substantial degradation of remains and the wide scope of this battlefield, the true number of casualties is impossible to measure.
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The remains of Monolith-4905-2 are located near the ignition point of the aforementioned secondary anomalous event. While the anomalous properties of the detonation do not appear to have affected the materials in the monolith, the concussive force of the blast was sufficient to destroy the artifact where it stood. Partial reconstruction of the artifact yielded the following translation from the available text:
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'Bones of our fathers
+bones of our sons
+bones of a brother
+fought and won.'
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'Thus we dwelt
+three nights long
+battle did end by brother's hand
+Jaws of Fenris-wolf swallow all.'
Site 4905.3:
+Located on an open field several kilometers outside the anomalous detonation-zone, this is the largest concentration of remains for both Viking and Insectoid forces. Objects on this battlefield center chiefly around a number of larger instances of SCP-4905-1 including one instance that measured nearly 54 meters in length, hereby designated SCP-4905-1-α. Substantial resources appear to have been invested in the escort of this largest instance deep into Viking territory, and a proportionate response was made in an attempt to halt its advance.
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Although the specifics logistics of the final battle are impossible to accurately recount, a significant number of the advanced weapons and personnel were located throughout the interior of SCP-4905-1-α and at various depths within its exoskeleton including within its mandible, thorax, abdomen, and primary ganglia. Apparent egress was gained by either entering through the spiracles9 or by exploitation of inflicted wounds.
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In addition to personnel, the shattered hulls of several Viking longboats also flanked the corridor. The bow of each ship had suffered a catastrophic breach with a splintering pattern consistent with high-speed impact. While the efficacy of these maneuvers is unknown, this is the only site in which such tactics were utilized.
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At the apparent conclusion of the battle, the advance of SCP-4905-1-α was halted along with the remaining mass of SCP-4905-1. A number of weapons, circular shields and other discarded implements of war were left on the lunar surface surrounding Monolith-4905-3 arrayed in a circular fashion. This behavior has presumably ritualistic or celebratory implications.
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Monolith-4905-3 is located at the center of the crater and in close proximity the remains of SCP-4905-1-α. Although this artifact was not destroyed as a result of the battle, the surface was defaced or stripped and an inscription was made at some time after original construction. The tool marks lack the precision demonstrated on the other monoliths and it is believed that this addition or alteration was impromptu. The translation reads as follows:
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'Shoulder by shoulder Víkingr stand
+here we fought, here we bled til Angrboda quaked
+and ground drank her ichor.'
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'Wreathed in rage her children swelled
+Resolve holds heavy our feet
+Valor holds strong our spears.'
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'Lands of Mani washed clean
+by the shores of the river run with our blood.
+They are safe.
+Tomorrow comes
+Tomorrow comes.'
SCP-4973 (D-10000), formerly Gordon K. Markovitch.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4973 is contained inside an Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber under constant watch by members of MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters"). Outside the entrance to SCP-4973's containment unit are four Harrington-Hollow Neutralizer Wards situated at the edges of the doorway to prevent SCP-4973 from escaping. The interiors of both the ceiling and the floor have also been lined with nPDNs for security measures.
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The Department of Spectral Phenomena are to research methods of amnesticization and site-wide dispersal rituals for phantasmic entities, as SCP-4973 and others like it pose a serious threat to Foundation secrecy.
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MTF Sigma-5 ("'; DROP TABLE taskforces —") is to routinely check the SCiPNET Database for any signs of informational breaches or if it was used through anomalous means.
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Description: SCP-4973 refers to the spirit of D-10000, a D-Class known in life as Gordon Kardivachlus Markovitch1. Prior to SCP-4973's aggressive state, SCP-4973 was originally classified as an "inactive" or dormant phantasmic entity2, but quickly became aware of its surroundings and has breached containment numerous times in the past. SCP-4973, through some way, has managed to access the SCiPNET Database Terminal. This has caused SCP-4973 to learn about the numerous anomalous entities and phenomena documented within the database and the identities of the research, security, and administrative staff within Site-30 and its location.
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SCP-4973 has been responsible for a total of twelve containment breaches, and has assisted in the suicides of at least six personnel.
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History: After Foundation acquisition and immediate Class D induction, D-10000 was the subject of 25 controlled experiments involving various anomalous entities and phenomena. Among these experiments included repeated exposure to SCP-158. D-10000 perished during an experiment with SCP-████; the remains of D-10000 were later taken away to undergo processing in a waste disposal refinery nearby. Three months after, personnel reported anomalous activity within the site. Such anomalous phenomena reported has consisted of:
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Unexplained noises emerging from the private domiciles of research staff and agents.
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An immediate decrease in temperature when approaching the D-Class Block.
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Disappearing items and objects belonging to personnel when alone in a room.
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Hallucinations of a figure covered in blood and wearing a D-Class jumpsuit, appearing on mirrors or reflective surfaces.
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Feelings of dread and being "watched and followed" by an unseen presence among staff.
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A dark silhouette running away from view when observing the far end of a hallway.
While some of these issues were taken into account, most were largely ignored by Site-30's directorial board, citing that these incidents were due to the increasing amount of mental strain and pressure of working under the Foundation.
Class IV - "A Class IV spectral entity is a degree of aggression higher than that of a Class III. Entities belonging to this class hold a degree of malevolence towards the individual or the group of individuals that are responsible for the entity's death during its life. Unlike Class III, Class IV spectral entities will cause changes to the perpetrator's environment in the form of moving physical objects, temperature reduction, and inducing hallucinations in an act of vengeance or deserved justice towards those responsible."
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- Derived from the Hollow-Kessler Spectral Classification System.
Dr. Casper: You have to comply. I just want to know why you did it. How did you access the terminals? How-
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SCP-4973: Nah. You're keeping me 'round 'cause you know what I know. And that I know a lotta shit on your goddamn organization, even on you, Lori.
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Dr. Casper: Threatening me or my superiors will not do you anything good. You killed a lot of my colleagues when you were still loose, Gordon.
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SCP-4973 appears visibly angry. Dr. Casper is later reminded to not aggravate the entity.
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SCP-4973: "Gordon"? You trying to appeal to my humanity, doc? There's nothing human left in me anymore. Hell, there's nothing "human" in your job either. C'mon, You fed men, women, and children to these things for Chrissake! And I thought I was a monster for killing a woman!
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Dr. Casper: You murdered your wife for getting mad at you over dinner. Furthermore, what I do and what my organization does is none of your business.
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SCP-4973 visibly scoffs at Dr. Casper and begins to rub the bridge of its nose.
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Dr. Casper: I want to know how you got those files. Those files needed clearance. You don't have an ID and I doubt you have a password in your head.
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SCP-4973: And why the fuck would I tell you? I don't have to.
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Dr. Casper: You risk termination if you won't comply. If you think this won't stop us from letting you die a second time, then you're sadly mistaken.
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SCP-4973 remains silent.
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Dr. Casper: Good. Now, how did you access the terminal?
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SCP-4973: I- I just- y'know, waved my hand across it. It freaked out for a second and then it just- stopped being all fucked. I could just move my fingers around the air and the tabs would just roll up. Easy as that.
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Dr. Casper: So you could just- what, manipulate the database? How did you even know you could even do that?
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SCP-4973: Beats me. It felt like some attraction. Like magnets from afar getting closer and closer. I dunno, something like that.
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Dr. Casper: And what about your attempts to breach the containment of all the dangerous anomalies we had contained?
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SCP-4973: Huh? Wait, what?
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Dr. Casper: You used the ID cards of Dr. Yurkov and Dr. Orson to release them.
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SCP-4973: That wasn't me. Wait, you thought that was me who did all that?
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Dr. Casper: Yes…?
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SCP-4973: I don't know any doctor named Orson or Yurkov. I just grabbed the dirt on anyone and anything I could. I don't- hold on a minute.
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Dr. Casper: What? What is it?
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SCP-4973: Oh- Oh! Ohhhhhh… I get it now! I- Oh, this is so rich. (SCP-4973 starts laughing at Dr. Casper.)
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Dr. Casper: What? What are you laughing about?
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SCP-4973: God, this whole time, you and your ghost-hunting crew never knew?
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Dr. Casper: It would make things easier for the both of us if you just-
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SCP-4973: Nah. I don't think I will. All this time and you never realized it. God, that look on your face when you find out its been right under your noses this whole time.
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SCP-4973 continues to smile for the remainder of the interview, refusing to answer and respond to the questions.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 4973.3: Conversation between Dr. Casper and Director Riverson
The following is a transcript of a phone conversation between Dr. Casper to Director Riverson of Site-30.
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Dr. Riverson: Hello?
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Dr. Casper: Hi Eric. It's uh me, Lorraine. You're probably wondering why I called you on your personal line instead of the- the uh… work one.
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Dr. Riverson: Lorraine? What are you doing calling me on this line? And where the hell are you? You've been gone for a week!
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Dr. Casper: That's uh… that's because I don't think we're safe inside the site. Hell, I don't think we're safe anywhere in any site at all and I can't take any chances with the work phones in case someone's listening in. Can't take the risk.
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(Dr. Casper clears her throat.) I- uh… I think we might be compromised.
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Dr. Riverson: Wh- What? What are you-
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Dr. Casper: Yeah, I know. It's bad. Real bad. Uh… I think it's got something to do with 4973 during the interview. The last one I did with him. He said something about- about something being under our noses. Then he told me that he never did any of the breaches. He denied it all except for trying to hack into the database. We still aren't any closer to figuring out how he managed to do that. But that's besides the point.
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(Dr. Casper can be heard sighing on the other line.)
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I believe that 497- Gordon was telling the truth, that he never committed any of the breaches. We checked the records too. During his tenure as a Class D, he never encountered Yurkov or Orson in any of the tests. Hell, Orson wasn't even employed until 2009.
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Dr. Riverson: Great, but what does that have to do with-
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Dr. Casper: The breaches? Well, I think that might be because of other spectral forces at work that have it out for us the same way Gordon does.
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Dr. Riverson: Wait, you don't mean-
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Dr. Casper: Yes, yes, yes. That's right: Site-30 is infested with the souls of dead Class D's.
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(There is silence on both lines for a short period of time.)
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Dr. Riverson: Are you… serious? How do you know that?
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Dr. Casper: I did a sweep of the site using what the department has available to detect them. The study of spectral entities is still a new study in the anomalous, but we do know that these things leak out a certain type of energy all the time everywhere they go. It's what people commonly refer to as "ectoplasm". It's some kind of energy that comes off of them. Like when a spider or a snake molts its skin. It's waste, is what I'm trying to say. We found a lot of that residue inside the site, Eric.
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Dr. Riverson: How come you only knew about this now?
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Dr. Casper: Because dormant spectral entities leak so very little of this essence, that it's undetectable to our equipment. We can't pick any of it up. If they're not aware of what's going on or what's happening, their "bodies" don't emit it in large enough quantities for us to find them.
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But Eric, it's not just that. We thought we found the culprit when we bagged Gordon, but we never stopped to think and realize that maybe it wasn't him. We got distracted, and we let the others roam free. Over time, they remembered what happened to them.
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There's some good news to this though: We've identified the active ones roaming our facility. Five of them to be exact, and we managed to grab one of them and contain it.
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Dr. Riverson: …and the bad news?
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Dr. Casper: That- uh- well, there's probably- no, definitely more inactive ones roaming inside the site. They just haven't woken up yet.
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Dr. Riverson: Jesus Christ, Lorraine. Alright, uh… you're in charge of site containment effective immediately. There's dozens of these things like 4973 just waiting to emerge and I don't think it's going to go well for any of us if the others realize that every containment breach caused by "human error" is the fault of a poltergeist.
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Dr. Casper: Yes, I know. My team's setting up more work on the equipment to detect them more efficiently. We're drafting up more contingencies for all of this. But Eric…?
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Dr. Riverson: Yes?
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Dr. Casper: I don't think this is just limited to our site. I think every single facility in the Foundation that has ever used a D-Class in their experiments is also affected by this.
Your name is Michael Welsh, you're 28-years-old, and you've been recently assigned to a newly formulated project with the intent of finding the true nature of an anomaly that in your opinion, you find quite mundane. You also find it strange that anything more than just locking the SCP in a box and forgetting it would be a massive waste of the Foundation's resources.
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+SCP-5039 they call it, and you're on your way to the para-media archival center to retrieve information on it. This is because a new experiment is underway and you're the only one with a memetic resistance high enough to view it.
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+At this point, you've finished walking down the bleach-colored corridor of Provisional Site-76, finally reaching your destination. The large metal doors seem cold and uninviting, but you persist, swiping your keycard and walking through the security doors.
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+Stepping through, you're unimpressed by the generic office-like setting with the indistinguishable scent of mold, dust and rotting wood assaulting your nose as soon as you take your first breath.
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+Despite this, your main point of attention is that you're completely alone. Nothing but you and the persistent buzzing noise, its origin completely unknown to you.
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+For some odd reason, you have a strange feeling of importance, but you just attribute this to your loneliness in this massive database. Making your way to the partially molded desk, you see a file waiting on it. You hesitate for a moment for reasons unknown before taking a seat and opening the file.
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Item #: SCP-5039
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Object Class: Euclid
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A still taken from SCP-5039 found in the same location as the VHS tape in which it was discovered. How the still was initially created is currently unknown.
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Special Containment Procedures: All instances of devices displaying either portions of SCP-5039 or the object entirely, are to be confiscated from the owner and destroyed via conventional means. Should an individual view SCP-5039, they are to be quarantined for a minimum of 72 consecutive hours in order to determine if the individual has been contaminated by the memetic agents present in SCP-5039.
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In instances where subjects have shown symptoms of memetic contamination, they should be held within Provisional Site-76 throughout the process of decontamination. Should subjects display levels of contamination exceeding that of which an individual could recover from, they may-be terminated humanely per standards set in place by the Ethics Committee on July 25, 1975.
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Concerning the continued research of SCP-5039, a standard MP4 file of the anomaly is to be stored in a secure SCiPNET database only accessible to personnel possessing a security clearance at or exceeding Level-3/5039. Researchers working with SCP-5039 are forbidden from directly viewing the object, in exception to those possessing a memetic resistance at or exceeding 5.5 and directly authorized to do so.
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Possible revision to these procedures in light of new information is currently being reviewed between the SCP-5039 research team and the Classifications Committee.
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Description: SCP-5039 designates an MP4 based video file, transmittable between all forms of media capable of displaying such an item. The video contains numerous memetic properties related to memory as well as other abstract concepts. This will commonly cause auditory hallucinations of music, though this varies between individuals viewing SCP-5039. These symptoms primarily manifest in individuals who have had a previous history of lucid dreaming. Current research into these relations is currently ongoing.
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Information obtained during subsequent viewings of SCP-5039 has concluded its contents to be a video-based diary created by an unidentifiable individual between the ages of 15-17 designated SCP-5039-1. This consists of events commonly attributed as typical to events in education-based facilities throughout the mid-western United States such as conflicts between groups, foil, and other related topics. Other topics include the individual's daily routine, outings with peers and other social gatherings typical of the mid 20th Century.
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Conclusive documentation of the length of SCP-5039 has thus far been impossible, primarily due to events in SCP-5039 changing or becoming completely absent from the film between viewings. The only known portion of the video proven to be consistent is the beginning and conclusion of SCP-5039 always starting in a recreational room of a building resembling that of a public school, while the ending always results in—
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"Wait, that can't be it?"
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+You turn the file over hoping to see the document entirely but there's nothing. You don't even actually know what the object does or why you of all people were sent to this dingy site in the middle of Indiana just to read this seemingly meaningless article.
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+Thinking to yourself, you assume that it may have just been a misprint, a slip-up, a mistake. Standing up, you produce your Foundation issued cell phone and attempt to call the head researcher of the SCP.
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+"Hmm, no signal."
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+You find yourself confused, as this has never happened before. Your phone was always in working order and you've never seen an incomplete document, especially one that had caught the interest of a few of the higher-ups.
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+You're turning to leave as you have no other choice, but something catches your eye. A small VHS tape placed carelessly on a desk with an archaic computer terminal atop of it.
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+You try to ignore it and continue your leave, but every thought you attempt to conjure keeps leading back to that seemingly old and worthless tape.
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+Finally you give in, cautiously stepping towards the metal desk, an intangible fear gripping you for unknown reasons as you do so.
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+Picking up the decrepit tape you read the label: "JUST ME, SENIOR MEMORIES OF SHIRLEY HIGH SCHOOL 1976" written in all capitals, seemingly in a hurry.
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+You have a strange compulsion to watch the tape but no. What if this is SCP-5039, and this is a test or some form of discipline for your misacting? But wait, the article said that all of the copies were destroyed and the one that remains is a digital file.
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+It's done, you're going to play the tape and hope for the best. You rush over to the storage closet retrieving a VHS player and an adapter to use on the terminal monitor.
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+After fumbling around for a few minutes, you finally have everything in working order and slide the tape into the machine.
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The video opens with static but after a few seconds, the screen slowly begins to fade in and shows a cafeteria full of students and a couple of teachers maintaining order.
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+"There, now it should work." is audible in a female voice coming from off-screen.
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+The camera pans around showing a young female 15-17 years old with dark blond hair and green eyes.
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+"Hello world, or well in better terms, hi viewer I'm [DATA CORRUPTED] and I'm currently a senior at Shirley High School in Colton, Indiana. Ms. Clarkson recommended that I make a video journal to document all of the memories of senior year for when I'm older and want to look back. Well, this is just a test for now and biology class is about to start so bye everyone."
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+The camera then appears to be set on pause resuming some time later in an outdoor setting.
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+"Hey Tammy, do you think the test on the Han Dynasty is gonna be hard or easy like the one on the correlations between music and human sacrifice?"
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+"[DATA CORRUPTED] what? We never had a test like that, what are you talking about?"
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+"Oh yea that's right."
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+"[DATA CORRUPTED] is everything alright today you've been acting screwy?"
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+"I'm fine, I'm just a bit stressed out that's all."
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+"O-oh, ok."
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+The two individuals continue walking silently down the path and several houses become visible in the distance.
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+The two diverge with the one identified as Tammy turning right and entering the small house located in the previously stated position. While the one holding the camera enters the two-story house on the left.
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Fuck fuckfuckfuck! You know that's SCP-5039 but you can't move anything: your arms, legs and even your eyes are completely still and fixated on the screen. You pray that someone, something will come through the metal doors and save you from the memetic clamp that's sprung upon you.
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The camera goes quiet once again before cutting to what can only be assumed to be several days later. A bowl of cereal is visible and 3 other individuals can be seen. The one holding the camera begins to speak.
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+"Dad, I had a nightmare last night and I was wondering if I could talk to you about it?"
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+"Sure KW, what was it?"
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+"I was walking through a place that looked like the food store downtown, but things were wrong. See, you were all there but without faces, and when I tried to go to you guys, I saw scp-3935 9 girls I guess? Well, that's what they looked like. Before getting stabbed with music notes coming from some hole."
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+"Hmm KW, just remember, all of that isn't real so you don't have to be afraid. Look, when you grow up you'll realize that you won't have to worry about such nonsense and finally realize that sleeping isn't real either."
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+"What?"
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+The adult male figure stares blankly before the camera cuts out with a loud hiss.
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+The scene becomes visible, the camera-woman and three others at a social gathering akin to a party. Three including the one holding the camera are sitting on a somewhat dilapidated deck while the others are visible playing in a pool which constantly shifts from being clean to having a black sludge with snails arranged in a fashion to form whole notes.
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+"[DATA CORRUPTED] don't worry I'm sure you can convince them to stay here with us so you don't grow-up go away."
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+"Innocence, I'm not sure, they're really persistent about moving on. Like what's the point of 76?
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+Trust joins in.
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+"Well at age 75 everything died, even innocence and me. Maybe it's just the symphony trying to get back what was lost."
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+[DATA CORRUPTED]chimes in one last time.
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+"Well, when you put it that way, I guess it's just one big cycle into syncope. Thank you two for coming back one last time."
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+The two speak.
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+"Don't mention it."
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+The individual holding the camera beings to spasm before presumably vanishing with the camera falling to the ground facing Innocence and Trust.
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+At once.
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+"I can't wait to see Michael again."
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[Video Ends]
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Back in the archival center of Provisional Site-76, Kellie Welsh, now able to stand does so, and he she slowly makes her way out of the site to resume her work with what she thought were her friends.
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SCAN COMPLETE
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As initially theorized, upon further review it has been discovered that the previously viewed document was the result of data corruption from an unknown source. A revised document has been made available here.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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All files regarding SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A are to be included with the documentation.
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Some files and addenda are still being added to SCP-5050.
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— Maria Jones, RAISA Director
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Item #: SCP-5050
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Level 4/5050
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SCP-5050.
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Special Containment Procedures:
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All personnel are forbidden within a 1500 meter radius from SCP-5050. Site-449 will take jurisdiction over containment of SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A. The SCP-5050 signals are to be monitored at all times; any errant changes should be reported to the lead researcher immediately.
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SCP-5050-A is to be monitored indirectly. Civilians are to be instructed to stay away from the location of SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A and the road leading to them will be barricaded. Intruders are to be amnesticized. No overtly anachronistic technology is to be introduced to SCP-5050-A; incoming television and radio signals are to be monitored to this effect.
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The Foundation database is to be checked bi-weekly for any unauthorized SCP-5050 behavior.
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Description:
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Radio propagation signals from SCP-5050.
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SCP-5050 is a large radio tower in the Bavarian Alps on the Austrian/German border, specifically the Mittenwald municipality in Germany and the Innsbruck-Land district of Austria. SCP-5050 constantly emits signals ranging from 2 kHz/kilohertz to 279 GHz/gigahertz1 over a large area, although the maximum effective range is estimated to be within a 1,374 meter radius of SCP-5050. The frequency range produced by SCP-5050 is so extreme as to be considered anomalous by the disruption of applied physics.
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SCP-5050 also broadcasts television and audio signals as well as radio signals. These broadcasts can be occasionally intercepted by the Foundation; because the process requires a significant amount of time, the broadcasts usually do not last long enough to be fully intercepted. These media appear to be somewhat procedurally-generated.
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The signal from SCP-5050 primarily affects the surrounding town of Drachen-Domane (designated SCP-5050-A). SCP-5050-A appears to be consisted of a mix of technology from the 1960s to the 1980s; the level of technological advancement in SCP-5050-A seems to be slowed. Its inhabitants appear to be affected easily by the signals, but no direct testing has been available to support this conclusion. Neither SCP-5050 nor SCP-5050-A have any historical construction records.
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Spectrogram of a 21kHz frequency from SCP-5050. As of 08/1990, this has been the only decipherable frequency.
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Item History:
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SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A were discovered in 1987, when SCP-5050's high-frequency signals are picked up and triangulated by Foundation satellites. Further surveillance of SCP-5050-A was approved and aerial reconnaissance was carried out. During the reconnaissance, the signals from SCP-5050 interfered with the control system of a Foundation plane and severely damaged it in the process. Due to the inability to get in close proximity to SCP-5050, a ground task force has been assigned to initiate first contact with SCP-5050-A (See Addendum 01.1 - Contact Proposal).
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Foundation plane destroyed during aerial surveillance. Picture lifted from SCP-5050-A records.
The purpose of Sampi-3 will be to establish first contact with Drachen-Domane (SCP-5050-A) and to ascertain the social structure and history of SCP-5050-A.
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2 - PERSONNEL/COVER
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The Sampi-3 team will consist of the following:
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[ Commander ] Georgeanna Sinclair
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[ Combat Medic ] Erich Lazenby
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[ Field Agent ] Audrey Easton
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[ Field Agent ] Zachary Avalon
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[ Field Agent ] Derek Milford
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Task Force Sampi-3 will use the cover of the fictional group National Scientific Anthropological Research Society (NSARS for short), under the pretense of conducting a study on SCP-5050-A. Full contact with Sampi-3 is not advised due to the technical limitations of SCP-5050-A as well as interference from SCP-5050. In lieu of this, Commander Sinclair will keep daily entries of Sampi-3 activities as well as contact the Foundation through radio once every week.
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+RELEASE - |[APPROVED 05/19]|
May 02, 2019: Entered SCP-5050-A/Drachen-Domane by the main road today. The first thing we saw wasn't exactly what we - or I - expected. On the side of the road, there's a sign that every self-respecting small town has, you know, "Welcome to Plainsville" or that sort of stuff. This one just said 'Drachen-Domane' but that's not the important part. Underneath that was this sort of Foundation logo. Stunned us there. It makes no sense cause we're the contact team; there shouldn't be any trace of us here at all. I had Audrey make a mockup of the sign using some of the stuff we have.
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Interesting start of the day. Got into the main area of Drachen; it's quaint overall. Reminds me of the days as a young girl roaming around the outskirts of town. Almost antique, if someone plucked it right out of the 70s. Roamed around for a while; people around are cautious but friendly. Understandable. Asked about the history of the town and the tower. Foundation too. Most people couldn't give us an awfully straight answer. Figures they wouldn't know much.
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Strangest part is the welcome sign. We asked around, but no one's actually ever seen the sign. You'd think at least one person in town would know. Does that mean no one ever leaves? Possible. We're staying at the Righiera Hotel in Drachen. Two rooms, connected by an adjacent door. Thankfully (or unusually) everyone here speaks English, not German. Turns out "Drachen-Domane" means "Dragon's Domain" in English. About right.
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May 03, 2019: Saw the logo again. Middle of the tunnel, embossed straight into the wall. Made out of some sort of red acrylic or tile. No spaces in between the logo and the surrounding concrete. Didn't make it too far examining it before a young boy, dressed in what looked like a WW1 doughboy outfit, told us that the insignia is the town crest. Town crest. Makes sense given its prevalence but still: it's just our logo with a tower in it. I guess "just" is an understatement considering the preservation of the veil and all. It's also a crime to tamper with the 'town crest' according to that darned kid. Said he'd notify the Brigade. Law enforcement of the town, they run more like Military Police than any standard district. Derek paid him off with some sweets. Shouldn't have to look over our shoulders for a little while.
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Domane today. Same aesthetic as Drachen. We received some nice pictures today from some of the townfolk. They heard we were in town (it's a tiny place, I bet you could hear a pin drop at the other edge of the town) and dug into their library's archives. Visited the place ourselves, but all the books are very old and musty. Nothing new that I could spot. Found a town map, though. Had Audrey do some of her special work again for us. Took a nice pic, too.
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Called it quits earlier than usual today. Mild headaches, nothing too severe, but annoying enough to hinder good work. Everyone in the team's got them, I think. As for me, I have this ringing in my ears - in the back, like if someone had a triangle clanging around in there. Lazenby's current diagnosis is tinnitus. Don't believe it for a bit.
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May 04, 2019: God, my head is killing me. Feels like that one time I downed about a dozen tequila shots at that Foundation Christmas party last year. I can tell everyone's feeling it, too. Lazenby's trying his best but it's sort of clear he can't think really straight either. His left eye's been killing him. Day three and we're already out-of-action. Some top Foundation team we are.
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Watched TV. Not much on besides reruns of the original Twilight Zone. Watched "A Thing About Machines" and "Five Characters in Search of an Exit." Great stuff, probably one of the best shows out there. Caught a broadcast directed to us. Not sure what to make of it.
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We all eventually figured a bit later that we can't just sit around all day doing nothing, especially after that broadcast. Headed to the clinic doctor, Hubbard, to see if he knows anything that Lazenby doesn't. He chalked it up to 'pressure difference' in altitudes messing with us and that it was nothing to worry about. The probability of that being true is about the same as shooting the edge of a coin at 500 meters away. Even Lazenby argued with Hubbard for a while on the diagnosis. Guess it wasn't worth it to him to fight because he stopped after a while. Paid our dues and went back to the streets.
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Went wandering about Drachen-Domane. I don't know why we just went walking, but it was just a feeling that I had. It was almost like a trance. Snapped out of it when Lazenby shouted and ran off somewhere. Caught up to him, and he had one of the Brigade members by the collar. Relatively young man with chestnut hair. The soldier, a Captain Marek, explained that he was following us for our safety. Okay, sure. Told him to leave us alone, but Lazenby nearly tore his throat out. Hippocratic oath my ass. Pulled him off. Went back to the hotel after. Wrote most of what we learnt on a hotel notepad.
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Lots of things to unpack.
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IMAGE LOG
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Rough map of Drachen-Domane by Sampi-3.
+<Hover to Enlarge>
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The Brigade.
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A townsperson gives a speech unequivocally praising SCP-5050 to fellow townspeople.
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VISUAL LOG
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SCP-5050 Broadcast: MAY 03. 2019
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[0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone.
+[0:02] - [0:08] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'opening'.
+[0:08] - [0:24] > "It is my decree that our new visitors should be treated with respect and kindness and not mauled, maimed, disfigured, or killed in any way possible. I will see it they get their just desserts."
+[0:24] - [0:30] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'closing'.
+[0:30] - [0:32] > Standard 120hz test tone.
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Notes on social structure:
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-> broken down into three main parts
+- military
+- technical (scientific?)
+- executive
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-> the viceroy and the tower "talkers"? hold highest rank, only ones who directly 'speak' to the tower
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-> townspeople are very friendly, but clearly holds visitors in mixed regard
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-> absolutely CANNOT do anything without being followed by the Brigade, capital B
+figured that one out thanks to Lazenby, but they seem
+to almost be despotic? definitely controlling
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-> high-quality notepads and pens though, damn
+does make you wonder where the hell they get/got
+these
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[JMSN]: Okay. So let me get this straight: you had twelve tequila shots at the Christmas party?
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[SNCR]: Don't even bring it up. I regret writing that down already.
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<Researcher Jamison laughs.>
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[JMSN]: You're absolutely mad. Anyways, regarding SCP-5050-A: any new developments?
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[SNCR]: Nothing really. The Brigade's been giving us a little trouble - especially with the people following us around. Not quite sure who exactly's calling the shots there.
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[JMSN]: As in?
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[SNCR]: Well, as we had it explained to us, there's a rough chain-of-command in place. There's the Brigade Leader, but he takes orders from the Viceroy. The executive sector - the Viceroy's domain - also has the tower talkers too. They all listen to it and act as its servants, supposedly. Overall the Tower's in charge there. I've been trying to figure out to what extent the autonomy in Drachen-Domane is.
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[JMSN]: The images are quite telling. Almost looks like a personality cult worshiping the tower.
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[SNCR]: That's about right.
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[JMSN]: We also managed to capture that broadcast, too. Background was a visual feedback loop. One of the early setups of generated media: same type of stuff you'd see on the titles of those first Doctor Who episodes.
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<Agent Sinclair groans as Researcher Jamison pauses.>
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[JMSN]: You okay, Georgie?
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[SNCR]: I'm fine. Still feels like someone's doing renovation in my skull though.
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[JMSN]: Oh. I see. Uhh, I've been going over all of your medical reports. Should be mostly clear but do you want me to send some personnel and swap some out? You especially could take a break, although I know you've only been out there for a couple of days.
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[SNCR]: We should be okay for now. If it continues, then possibly in a w-
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<A scream is heard.>
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[SNCR]: Hold on, there's something wrong.
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[JMSN]: Hello? What's going on?
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<11 gunshots can be heard over the radio, followed by indeterminate screaming and a loud male yell.>
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[SNCR]: Oh god, Lazenby, wh-
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<A female scream and two more gunshots can be heard.>
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[JMSN]: Hello? Hello? Is there anyone there? Georgie, what's going on, hello?
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[????]: This is the night mail crossing the border, bringing the cheque and the postal order.
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[JMSN]: Lazenby, is that you?
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[????]: Letters for the rich, letters for the poor; the shop at the corner and the girl next door. Consider this a return to sender.
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<A single gunshot.>
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[SIGNAL LOST]
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Signal was lost immediately following the last gunshot. Attempt to re-establish contact with Sampi-3 was unsuccessful and no reports were sent by Agent Sinclair following radio contact.
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The Sampi-3 team is presumed to have been terminated.
The loss of the SAMPI-3 team was unfortunate and will hinder future plans with SCP-5050. We were able to extricate enough information of the social structure as to not make the foray completely useless. I will look into the logo described by the team. Big question: what in the hell have we got to do with this town?
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Relegating SCP-5050-A to indirect surveillance until we can get some solid information.
Howard Henderson <pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh>
+to: Roger Winters <vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r>, Andrew Jellicoe <vog.ibf|eocillej.a#vog.ibf|eocillej.a>
+date: Wednesday, May 8, 2019 at 7:02 AM
+subject: Document Request
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I'm calling in a couple of favors from you guys. I'm looking for anything in your archives with these provisos:
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anytime pre-1987
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located in West Germany/Bavarian Alps
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Foundation involvement
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anything with or similar to the attached logo
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regarding signals, frequencies. etc.
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We're also conducting an internal inquiry, but nothing's turned up so far. Let me know ASAP if you've got something juicy. Thanks.
Howie, before I say anything; I tried my best to sway the higher-ups but they don't know you personally. I suppose you could try to ask some of your higher-ups to get the ball in your corner. Your request has been filed as a low-priority "skim" of our archives. Shit could take almost half-a-century with our current pileup. I'll try again to get your request bumped up the ladder, but I'm sorry in advance.
We don't have what you asked for, sorry. Checked normal FBI documents from the era as well. Nada. Let me know if you need anything else. CIA's probably got it, Winters always has promising stuff.
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Andrew Jellicoe
+Lead UIU Archivist
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Howard Henderson <pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh>
+to: Roger Winters <vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r>, Andrew Jellicoe <vog.ibf|eocillej.a#vog.ibf|eocillej.a>
+date: Thursday, June 13, 2019 at 3:57 PM
+subject: On My Request
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Thanks. Keep me updated if you guys find anything. I'll check here again but don't expect to find something new. Let me know next time you guys visit Oktoberfest. I hope we can get some headway on this soon, it's gonna kill me if I don't figure out how this town plays in.
Howie, good news for you. Got your document request back regarding the ticks. Finally found something that fits the bill. Check your snail mail in about a week. Sorry about the ribbon ink.
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Good luck,
+Supervisor WINTERS
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Howard Henderson <pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh>
+to: Roger Winters <vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r>
+date: Saturday, August 10, 2019 at 1:31 PM
+subject: THANK YOU
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God, thank you. This is a big fucking break. I owe you big time. You sure the dates are correct?
Attached documentation regarding request of PENTAGRAM dating MAY 2019. Although the documents do not contain any of the keywords attached, the first is stamped with a logo similar to the one described. The second is attached due to relation to the first.
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First document is dated from SEP 1964. Second is dated from NOV 1963. Sorry for the delay, files has only recently be de-classed. Total of two (2) documents sent over for Foundation purview. They are copies; you may do with it as you wish.
The purpose of Sampi-4 will be to determine further history of SCP-5050-A in relation to Dr. Otto von Gernreich and "Project ROOK". Sampi-4 will also confirm if the social structure noted by Sampi-3 is still present as well as their whereabouts.
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2 - PERSONNEL/COVER
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The Sampi-4 team will consist of the following:
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[ Technical Researcher ] Augustus Roland
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[ Field Agent ] Katherine "Kit" Neame
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Task Force Sampi-4 will use the cover of the KFLW-TV News Reporting Team ("Channel 14") and under the pretense of a journalism foray on the townspeople of SCP-5050-A. Because of the limited technical advancement in SCP-5050-A, Sampi-4 will carry a VHS camcorder. Full contact with Sampi-4 is not advised. Agent Neame will keep weekly entries of Sampi-4 activities as well as send any recorded video log to the Foundation.
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+RELEASE - |[APPROVED 08/19]|
<The interior of Sampi-4's Triumph Herald Courier is shown. It pans up to the road.>
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[NEAME]: Stay sharp. Video’s on.
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[ROLAND]: Got it.
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<They continue driving on the road leading to Drachen-Domane, before pulling into and parking at a small plaza. Neame and Roland exit the car and start to grab their luggage. A man waiting at the other end of the plaza waves and starts jogging towards them.>
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[?????]: Hello! You two!
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[ROLAND]: Us?
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<The man stops near them, panting.>
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[?????]: Yes, you. Are you two the KLFW reporting team?
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[NEAME]: That’s us, but who are you?
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[MAREK]: Oh, I apologize for not introducing myself, ma’am. I am Marek, Captain Marek. I’m an adjutant for the Brigade here.
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[ROLAND]: The Brigade?
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[MAREK]: The Brigade. It serves a military and police function within our town. I’ll give you a proper tour of the town later, but for now if you’d gather your things and follow me.
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[ROLAND]: Follow you where?
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[MAREK]: Military headquarters, sir. We have your room completely furnished.
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[NEAME]: Our room?
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[ROLAND]: How- how did you know we were coming?
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[MAREK]: The Viceroy let us know in advance. He instructed the Brigade Leader to make sure that you were all comfortably accompanied.
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<The camera pans over to Roland. It is assumed that Roland and Neame looked at each other.>
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[ROLAND]: I see. Let me grab our equipment.
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[MAREK]: Indeed, I can help with that as well.
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<Neame and Roland grab their luggage from the trunk. Marek takes one of the bags from Neame and starts walking. Neame and Roland follow.>
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[ROLAND]: Long walk?
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[MAREK]: No, not really, sir. Only seven minutes about, it’s that building there, in the distance.
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[ROLAND]: Exquisite looking.
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[MAREK]: Indeed. Top of the line, sir. We run almost everything through there.
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<Marek turns and looks at Neame for several seconds.>
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[MAREK]: Is there a problem, ma’am?
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[NEAME]: Nothing necessarily, I was just thinkin’ that you don’t really look like a Captain.
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[MAREK]: It- well- it’s a bit embarrassing to say, ma’am, but this isn’t my uniform. Technically I’ve been relieved of more pressing duties that requires the uniform so I can wear whatever I feel like.
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[NEAME]: Aye, they really rolled out the red carpet for us. Appreciate it.
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Drachen-Domane's Military Headquarters.
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<All three remain silent until they arrive at the building.>
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[MAREK]: We’re here.
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<Marek opens the door, and they follow him in. The room is small, appearing to serve as a security checkpoint. The sound of the door closing behind them is heard.>
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[SECURITY]: Security code, Captain Marek?
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[MAREK]: Lexicon-Swanz-Scorpio.
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[SECURITY]: Head right in.
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<The door in front of the three open. The military HQ appears to be a mostly complex maze of hallways and rooms. Soldiers are walking throughout the building. Neame and Roland follow Marek.>
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[MAREK]: Splendid, isn’t it? Military Headquarters. You could get tangled up in this building all day.
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[ROLAND]: Quite so, I’d say.
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<A soldier passes by Marek, but stops to talk to the group.>
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[SOLDIER]: Captain Marek!
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[MAREK]: Yes, what is it, Ralf?
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[SOLDIER RALF]: The Brigade Leader wants to talk about the weekly Sunday debriefs after you’ve finished putting these two in their room.
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[MAREK]: I see, thank you.
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<The soldier departs.>
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[MAREK]: Well then, sorry for keeping you here. Let’s continue.
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<Marek walks them through the complex for approximately another two minutes before he stops at a door. He opens it.>
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[MAREK]: This is your lodgings. Two bedrooms, one common room. It’s what we give to our special guests.
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[NEAME]: This looks wonderful, thank you for being so generous. It’s much better than the hotel.
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[ROLAND]: Indeed. We’re not troubling you by staying here? We can book a room at the Righiera.
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[MAREK]: You’re not causing any trouble, sir. Besides, the Righiera hasn’t been in any working capacity for- oh, several months, I’d say.
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[ROLAND]: Hrm. Well, alright. I don’t want to keep you here.
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[MAREK]: I apologize for not being able to take you on the tour right now, but I’ll come collect for you later.
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[NEAME]: Good day.
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[MAREK]: Good day. Oh, and one more thing, ma’am- I please ask that you do not take the video camera with you into town.
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[NEAME]: Why so? It defeats the purpose somewhat, since we’re a news team after all.
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[MAREK]: I understand, but some of the townspeople can get very belligerent over such things. I will see you all later.
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<Roland closes the door as Marek leaves.>
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[VIDEO END]
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Brigade Captain Marek.
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Telegram Message Recieved:
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HELLO AM KONTAKTEEN. YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE. AM WILLING TO PROVIDE. RESPOND WHEN POSSIBLE
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HELLO KONTAKTEEN. ACCEPT ASSISTANCE RELUCANTLY MUST PROVE WORTH. WHO ARE YOU?
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AUDIO LOG: AUG 07. 2019
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R: Starting audio recording one. 8:31 PM.
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N: It’s an interesting town, Roland. That’s for sure.
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R: Wholeheartedly agree. One day in and we’ve already got new things to figure out. Who is Kontakteen? And what do they want from us?
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N: Who knows, but if they’re willing to help, they’re willing to help. We can use their information without having to capitulate to them.
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R: I don’t think it’s the best decision for us to do that. It’s just a random voice from the heavens; who’s to say it couldn’t easily be a trap?
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N: You’ve got to have a little faith, Roland. Not everyone lives to fuck other people over.
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R: True, true.
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N: There’s enough to give us a little bit of leeway regarding our friend, though. I agree with you that it’s better to be safe than sorry.
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R: Everything in moderation.
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N: The town has a unique aesthetic; one of those things you have to see to believe.
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R: Errant mix of the 1960s through the 1980s. Seems to have a different technological evolution than we do.
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N: So… Stanley Kubrick?
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<They laugh.>
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N: Anyways, I’m more concerned about the Viceroy than our insider friend. You said that Ja-
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R: That Jamison nor Henderson told anyone or forewarned the town.
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N: Are we sure they wanted us?
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R: No doubt. He called us by our cover name, so there’s no mistake there.
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N: Guess we need to pay the Viceroy a house call.
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R: If they’ll let us.
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<Pause.>
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R: Didn't talk about much, but I think that’s good enough for the first day.
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N: Your call.
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Telegram Message Recieved:
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NOT RELEVANT. VICEROY INTERESTED IN YOUR ACTIVITIES. I SYMPATHIZE WITH YOU
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SYMPATHIZE? PLEASE EXPLAIN CAUSE
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AUDIO LOG: AUG 10. 2019
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R: Starting audio recording two. 7:53 PM.
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N: This place is abhorrent.
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R: Really? Why so?
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N: It's been four days and we haven't gotten anything really new. Nothing that'll really clear up anything that we were asked to clear up. We can't even go out at night anymore.
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R: And?
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N: What do you mean, and? We're not serving any useful purpose. What's the point of being here if all we're doing is stuff the Foundation could figure out on their own?
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R: Well, there's always the possibility that we'll find something new. You never know.
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N: You're too hopeful.
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R: You're too cynical.
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N: Tch.
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<Pause.>
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R: You ought to just focus on yourself.
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N: What will that do for us right now? Absolutely nothing.
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R: Have it your way. Let's talk the insider.
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N: He's provided valuable information, yes. Our thin strand to unraveling the knot of this mystery. Won't even give us the courtesy of telling us who he is.
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R: Most defectors don't.
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N: I'm sorry, it's not like he's asking to join the Foundation through mail order like a discount Freemason, you bloody fucking idiot.
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<Pause.>
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N: Sorry. That was uncalled for.
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R: I get it. I've got a little pent up anger myself.
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N: Yeah… I guess.
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R: The log he gave us provided some information on our interest, von Gernreich.
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N: Not enough to answer any questions. It's good to know he was involved somewhat with this town.
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R: I asked Jamison to see if he can tell when it was made.
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N: I was just about to suggest that. Sound like a plan. When do you think we can meet this Kontakteen?
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R: Who knows. All we can do for now is wait.
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N: Roland.
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R: Yes?
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N: We good?
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R: We're good.
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N: Alright. I'm going to sleep. Turn that dang thing off.
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WEEK 1 ACTION SUMMARY:
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Focused on the questions we wanted to ask this week. Some of the things we asked about:
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Town Crest – Nothing new regarding this. No one seems to know its origin.
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Von Gernreich – Literally nobody’s seen this person or heard their name in their life. Go figure.
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Righiera – “Shut down” following an incident several months ago. Owner disappeared suddenly after. The incident’s most likely the Sampi-3 team’s ambush.
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The Viceroy – All the responses we got were enigmatic to say the least. Everyone had speculations on what he looked like. Seems like the only people who’ve seen him are the Tower Speakers. Lives in Capis Cai – the executive manor in Domane. That’s all we could factually get.
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Overall, not entirely a useful week. Not looking promising at all.
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- Kit Neame
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Telegram Message Recieved:
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WAS OUTSIDER ONCE. HAVE PERTINENT INFORMATION ON SECTORS AND MORE
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+Replied with:
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IS POSSIBLE TO SEND INFO BY MAIL? AT WHAT COST
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INTERVIEW LOG: Brigade Leader Zoref
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Conducted by Researcher Augustus Roland, Agent Kit Neame
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Archive/publicity photograph of Brigade Leader Zoref.
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+[START INTERVIEW]
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+Zoref: You may come in now.
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Roland: Thank you.
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Zoref: A word of quick advice: don't be insolent and mistake my kindness for humility. That is your only warning.
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Neame: We won't.
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Roland: Brigade Leader?
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Zoref: That I am. You wished to see me?
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Roland: We just wanted to ask about your vocation.
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Zoref: Very well then. What is your first question?
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Neame: First question?
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Zoref: I give all visitors a set amount of questions. That way they won't waste my time.
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Neame: How many questions?
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Zoref: Now, telling you would defeat the purpose of the… experiment. What's your third question?
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Roland: Erm.
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Neame: What do you do as the Brigade Leader?
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Zoref: Lead the Brigade.
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Neame: Tch.
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Zoref: I answered your question fairly.
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Neame: I got that, thank you for nothing.
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Zoref: Usual delinquents. Next?
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Roland: Do you take orders from anyone higher?
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Zoref: Depends on what you mean about higher. I get orders from the Viceroy - and sometimes the Tower Speakers. Still under the Viceroy either way. Everything else judicial falls under my purview.
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Neame: Trial system?
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Zoref: None standard. Usually summary judgement. Firing squad's the standard, but sometimes the Tower will provide punishment more divine than we do.
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Roland: I see. Feelings on outsiders?
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Zoref: Rare, but we treat them equally as any townsperson. Last question.
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<A pause.>
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Roland: Brigade Leader, what do you know about the National Scientific Anthropological Society?
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Zoref: W- that's strictly confidential. You outsiders have no right to know.
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Neame: Answer the bloody question, Brigade Leader.
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<Zoref slams his hands on the table.>
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Zoref: There is nothing to answer!
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Neame: You said you'd treat outsiders the same as townspeople, Brigade Leader. What is so valuable to you that you're trying to hide it?
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Zoref: Nothing at all. I'm simply just trying to do my job: secure, contain, and protect.
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Neame: What?
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Roland: What did you say?
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Zoref: Secure, contain, protect. It's the first provision decreed by the Tower.
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<Zoref rubs his left eye and sits down.>
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Zoref: I'm sorry, but there's nothing that I personally know that you most likely already have cataloged somewhere. I'll have Captain Marek escort you out.
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<The phone on Zoref's desk rings.>
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Zoref: Let me just answer this. Hello, this is the Brigade Leader.
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<A pause.>
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Zoref: Oh, I see. I understand. They'll be dealt with accordingly.
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<Zoref places the phone down.>
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Zoref: I've been informed that you have been snooping around at night. Under direct violation of the first town provision; you will have two guards stationed outside your rooms at all times.
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<Captain Marek enters the room.>
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Zoref: See them out, Captain.
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Marek: Yes, Brigade Leader.
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Neame: Let's go, then.
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[END INTERVIEW LOG]
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AUDIO LOG: AUG 10. 2019
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R: Starting audio recording three. 9:17 PM.
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R: So. Thoughts on our friendly Brigade Leader?
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N: He's quite the person. Controlling, domineering; quite the discount despot.
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R: We can't trust him.
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N: Aye, that 'as clear from the start. Zoref's hiding something.
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R: A good question is if it extends past Sampi-3 and their disappearance.
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N: I personally don't think so. As much as he probably enjoys his firing squads, that's the extent. Deep secrets about the foundation and upholding the veil? Too much. I'd think that to be the work of-
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R: The Viceroy?
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N: The Viceroy. I'd bet on that.
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R: Put me down for a twenty.
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<A sound can be heard near the door.>
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N: We've got snoopers at the door, too.
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R: That call was awfully convenient. I'm surprised we got ratted out.
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<There is a pause for approximately a minute.>
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N: Going to talk about the elephant in the room?
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R: The 'Secure, Contain, Protect' part. Yeah.
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N: It just ties us right back in, eh?
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R: It really does. More of our influence that we can't trace ourselves. We've gotten nothing good on Von Gernreich, nor Project Rook.
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N: The signals from the tower are getting louder, too. Lot harder to drown out the noise.
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R: Oh, I can agree with that. I've been blaring music these last couple of days.
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N: You too?
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<They laugh.>
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N: What do you listen to?
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R: M&H Band's cover of Popcorn. How about you?
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N: Little Russian by Mr. Zhivago.
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<A knocking is heard at the door.>
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M: It's me, Marek. You've got a late message.
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R: Come in!
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M: You've got a friend, it seems.
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R: Thank you, Captain.
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N: Goodnite, eh?
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M: Goodnight to you all.
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<The door can be heard opening and closing.>
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N: What does it say?
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R: Telling us to turn our TV on at 9:30. Internal channel.
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N: It could be a trap.
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R: It could, but we've run our leads dry. There's not much we can do when no one knows or is willing to tell us anything.
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<Silence.>
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N: Meeting adjourned, then?
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R: Seems so.
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Telegram Message Recieved:
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NO COST. MUTUAL BENEFIT. WATCH TV 9:30. STILL HAVE MORE INFO
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VISUAL LOG
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SCP-5050 Broadcast: AUG 10. 2019
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[0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone.
+[0:02] - [0:12] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'opening-2'. Visuals are that of a fictional news organization, Metro News 1.
+[0:12] - [0:30] > "Out of all humans, it is you that should know what curiosity killed the cat. It did so by liquefying its brains before tearing it apart limb by limb, sinew by sinew." Visuals are that of a man facing right.
+[0:30] - [0:57] > "Its blood pooled and coagulated as the others lapped it up by milk; interests sated at the taste of the martyr's feast. I am curiosity and you are the kittens. I am Nevsky, and you are the Teutonic Order. There is no escape from the inevitable." Visuals are that of a man, seated, facing left.
+[0:57] - [1:07] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'closing-2'. Visuals are that of a fictional news organization, Metro News 1.
+[1:07] - [1:09] > Standard 120hz test tone.
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Telegram Message Recieved:
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NO COST. MUTUAL BENEFIT. WATCH TV 9:30. STILL HAVE MORE INFO
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CAUGHT SIGNAL. MEET FOR REST INFO?
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Telegram Message Recieved:
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VICEROY WILL CALL FOR YOU AT CAPIS CAI. MEET THEN.
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WILL DO
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Going to see the Viceroy later today, not sure what to expect. He seems to be one of the only people - if not the only person - who has an inkling of an idea what our good doctor had to do with Rook. Something happened here in this town to do with Rook and Capis Cai - thanks to Kontakteen - something this man might know about. Only bloody straight answers we can force out of this town, anyway. Maybe we'll get a little leeway on the knot this time.
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- Kit Neame
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VIDEO LOG: AUG 17. 2019
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<The team is escorted out to a Jeep. They climb in and the driver starts to drive down the road.>
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[MAREK]: You're going to meet the Viceroy today. Consider it an honor, most people never even get a glimpse of the man.
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[ROLAND]: We'll consider it.
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[MAREK]: Don't displease him - he can be known to a temper that rivals the Brigade Leader's.
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[ROLAND]: That's been made painfully clear to us recently, but we don't intend to get on his bad side. Not entirely sure what his intentions are seeing us.
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[NEAME]: Get us out of the way?
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[MAREK]: Don't be foolish. If the Viceroy wanted you dead, you would have been shot days ago. He most likely has either questions for you… or a command.
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[ROLAND]: We'll see sooner or later.
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Capis Cai.
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<All are silent until they Capis Cai. Marek and the driver escorts Neame and Roland to the door.>
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<A Tower Speaker comes out, speaking in a rhythmic pattern.>
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[SPEAKER]: Hello. If you would please follow me.
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<Neame and Roland follow, but Marek and the sergeant who drove stop at the door.>
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[NEAME]: You're not coming?
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[MAREK]: No unauthorized personnel are allowed in Capis Cai. Part of doctrine.
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[SERGEANT]: Plus, it's none of our business to interfere in private matters.
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[NEAME]: Ah, gotcha.
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[ROLAND]: Thanks for the ride.
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<Marek and the sergeant laugh.>
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[SERGEANT]: No problem.
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<Neame and Roland enter. It is large inside, and resembles a regal manor.>
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[NEAME]: Bloody hell, this place is huge. Look at all this stuff!
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[ROLAND]: It's very exquisite; almost fit for a king.
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[SPEAKER]: Thank you for your words of praise.
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[NEAME]: Ah, it's nothing, I tell ya. Where can we meet the Viceroy?
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[SPEAKER]: He is in the meeting room on the second floor. Right this way, please.
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[NEAME]: Wonder what the Viceroy's like?
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[ROLAND]: Not sure. He may know more about the history of this place - and even possibly our connection to it. Hope he's a reasonable man.
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[NEAME]: I'm just hoping we just get straight answers for once.
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[ROLAND]: Mhmm.
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<They arrive at the door. The Tower Speaker knocks the door with no response.>
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[SPEAKER]: Good. He is waiting. I will be outside; call me if you wish.
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<They enter. The meeting room is devoid of furniture except a large monitor.>
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[NEAME]: Where's the Viceroy?
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[VICEROY]: HERE.
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<The monitor turns on. The face of the Viceroy is shown.>
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[NEAME]: You're joking.
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[ROLAND]: You. It makes sense, somehow. Think about it.
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[NEAME]: How so?
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[ROLAND]: The Tower is effective, but it's not particularly efficient. Sometimes you need direct communication; that's where the Viceroy comes it.
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[NEAME]: So you're sentient, aren't you?
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[VICEROY]: [SEE VISUAL LOG; AUG 17 BELOW]
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[NEAME]: Let's go. There's nothing we can do about it now.
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[ROLAND]: Agreed.
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<They head back into the hallway.>
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[VICEROY] (over intercom): You think that everything you ask will have a convenient answer? Oh my dears, you have been naive. Curiosity kills the cat.
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[SPEAKER]: Please follow me.
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<They follow the speaker as he leads them deeper into Capis Cai.>
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[NEAME]: It fits: the Viceroy is the Tower. Or a part of it, at least. That's how we were eavesdropped on.
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[ROLAND]: Intercepted the signals from our cameras and what-not. I agree.
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[NEAME]: What's the plan there?
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[ROLAND]: We can't just stop contact. Let's continue with the routine for now.
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[SPEAKER]: Through here.
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<They enter the room. It is empty, save a painting, a record player, and a mahogany-looking desk and chairs.>
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[SPEAKER]: Please, sit.
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< A pause.>
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[NEAME]: Hello, Kontakteen.
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VISUAL LOG
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SCP-5050 Broadcast: AUG 17. 2019
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[0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone.
+[0:12] - [0:30] > "You simple-minded fools dare attempt to fathom the greatness of I? I could instantly throw you all into the pitch-black. I could listen to the cogent whispers from the mind of destruction. I could split an atom with the faintest fibre of my being. I am everything you cannot be in your short, pathetic human life; and I will be such to the edge of infinity, long after your feeble stubbornness has waned. Now GO." Visuals are that of a man directly facing the viewer.
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INTERVIEW LOG: "Kontakteen"
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Conducted by Researcher Augustus Roland, Agent Kit Neame
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[START INTERVIEW]
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+Kontakteen: Hello. You must be Kit Neame. And you are Augustus Roland.
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Roland: That's right. You're a tower speaker, huh? Given you knew about the Viceroy, it fits.
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Kontakteen: Correct, Mr. Roland.
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Neame: You- aren't you-
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Kontakteen: Erich Lazenby, Ms. Neame?
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Neame: You are! You're not dead! Why haven't you contacted the Foundation?
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Roland: It seems like a better move to have contacted the Site instead of us, given your technology.
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Kontakteen: Let me explain. I may have been Erich Lazenby at one point; but I am no longer that person. This is not quite what is happening, but I am living in the shell of Erich Lazenby. I am Kontakteen.
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Roland: Interesting, the phonetic mispronunciation.
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Neame: Of what?
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Roland: Contact team. Kontakteen. Can't you hear it?
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Neame: You're right, holy shit.
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Kontakteen: I promised information - what do you wish for?
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Neame: When was Drachen-Domane founded?
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Kontakteen: April 26th, 1964. It's a very important date in this town, beyond what you probably understand.
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Roland: How did you become one of the Tower Speakers? What is your purpose?
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Kontakteen: How I became, I don't know. I just… was, one day. My purpose: I simply spread the message of the Tower.
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Roland: Fitting, I guess.
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Kontakteen: This painting behind me. It is a beautiful painting, is it not?
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Neame: That's Goya, right?
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Roland: Saturn Devouring His Children.
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Kontakteen: Indeed. One of Francisco Goya's black paintings, painted directly on the walls of his house between 1819 and 1823. It's almost like you could walk directly through it into another world.
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Roland: You're knowledgeable about that.
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Kontakteen: One of my passions, Mr. Roland. There are a lot more Goyas in the wine cellar.
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Neame: What does Project ROOK have to do with Capis Cai and this town?
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Kontakteen: That one you will understand soon enough. I cannot answer that question.
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Roland: What about the Foundation?
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Kontakteen: The Foundation… founds. Is it not amazingly simple?
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Roland: So they founded this town?
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Kontakteen: It is up to you to decide how you want to interpret my statements, Mr. Roland.
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Roland: I see.
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Neame: Why so enigmatic now, Kontakteen? You were mostly straight forward with us then, why not now?
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Kontakteen: The layers are only there to protect you, Mrs. Neame. Did Julius Ceasar listen to the Soothsayer? Maybe he couldn't understand dates!
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<Kontakteen laughs.>
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Neame: Oh. Okay.
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Roland: What is the Tower?
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Kontakteen: The Tower? It is three looking for one, drunk on knowledge and wishing to take from the waters of Eden.
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Roland: Got it, thank you.
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Neame: What happens if you don't listen to the Tower?
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Kontakteen: Questioning the voice of the Tower is a missed step that it will forcefully rectify.
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Neame: Wait! That means… Kontakteen, did Von Gernre-
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Kontakteen: Halt, stop!
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Neame: W- what is it?
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Kontakteen: I thank you for visiting Capis Cai and heeding the warnings of the Tower.
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Neame: Huh?
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Kontakteen: If you would like me to answer the rest of your questions, I will be available tonight. I will lead you to the exit.
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Roland (whispering): Just go with it.
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Roland : Thank you for your time. We can find our own way out.
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Kontakteen: I understand. Good bye.
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Neame: Seeya.
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Roland: Goodbye.
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[END INTERVIEW]
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AUDIO LOG: AUG 17. 2019
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R: Err, 10:26 PM. Alright, we're going out to seek all the answers we can before getting the hell out of here. Break out of here, get the van, get Kontakteen, and scram. Leaving this on for posterity. It should automatically send.
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R (whispering): Kit, ready?
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N (whispering): Ready.
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N: And you're the reason why we're going to lose our jobs!
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N: It's not my fault you're such a shitty cameraman that you can't even keep a barn in focus!
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N: Oh yeah? I'm trying to keep the people from seeing your ugly-ass mug on national television, you fucking goblin!
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<A knocking is heard.>
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Guard: Hey, keep it down, you dissidents.
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N (whispering): Can I do it?
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R (whispering): Go for it.
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N: Oh? Make us, you cowbrained shitface. Pretending to be so stoic and all, you're probably-
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<The door can be heard being thrown open.>
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Guard: I warned you, you-
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<A loud shout and a scuffle can be heard, before a grunt and a body hitting the ground.>
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R: Hold it!
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Guard 2: Fine.
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R: Pass the handgun over.
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<The sound of a hard impact and another body hitting the ground.>
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R: Catch.
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<The slide of a handgun is racked.>
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<15 minutes of noise removed.>
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Zoref: They've escaped. Get the Brigade. They probably went to Capis Cai.
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<A partial gunshot is heard. The signal cuts out.>
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Sending this for good forewarning. Kontakteen's dead. Someone else got to him first, gutted him and strung him up like a fish. He left a note for us, telling us that he told us all the clues we need. We've pretty much deciphered everything. But I'll explain.
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Got to the wine cellar. Another Goya painting was there, Asmodeus. So we took what he said about stepping into the portrait and did that. Tiny crevice in the wall, but there was a door - a metal door. Locked by keycode, five numbers. That was the harder part. Tried 26564 and a bunch of combinations of April 26th 1964. Roland remembered his weird dig about Julius Caesar, then it clicked. Julian day. Using that, we got 35812. Worked like a charm.
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It leads to this long, deep tunnel. We think this is the Project ROOK facility - or we hope so. Wish us luck, and a little bit of faith. We'll send anything we find before we book it the hell out of here.
They're fools, goddamn fools. They ask for my assistance and then when I try to provide it to them they turn me down. I cannot finish my work otherwise! And they understand that too, but they are too afraid to let it become complete. I ask to install the matrix over and over. Always no. I tried to blackmail them by saying I would go to the Committee. They told me that 'dead men don't get opinions'. Bloated idiots, only caring about politics and the plum-pudding.
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Fabarr warned me today that some of the personnel are getting really riled up. Violent outbursts, other things. I still slightly resent him for dragging me into his pet project. Those Foundation people aren't any better. After all, it's because of them this shit is happening. Crappy memorandums being posted up everywhere in my office. Pushing their agenda. So I've decided to take advantage of certain… mishaps they're making. Called up my scientist in their rank. Things should get juicy.
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│ Data Technician S. ZOREF │
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Talked to Cheryl down in records to see if the should let me take copies of the project data. She said yes, but warned me that the guards report anyone taking files over a certain size to the Viceroy. That would ruin our plan awfully quick. Of course for safety purposes, she doesn't know the size limit.
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Recruited anyone new? Maybe Jarre? I'm not entirely sure how he feels about the project. I'll come pick up your response in a day or two. Talk face-to-face when we can. Sandra out.
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I see. Looks like we'll have to smuggle this stuff out in small bits. Maybe even mix it in with other things, too. Didn't recruit anyone new yer. I considered Jarre, but he's been doing some suspicious-looking stuff around ANDANI recently. I don't fully trust him yet. Besides, there's a demo going on soon between the Brigade Leader and the Viceroy. Apparently the director's not even allowed to go, so it must be something pretty damn important. Let me know any updates.
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This is my last straw. Those cretins had a meeting without me regarding ANDANI. I created it; they dare not include me in such matters? I've had enough of this. I'm going to use myself as a basis for a personality matrix. If I get mine in before they do, I will be the one holding the cards. After all, it's not like they would try to install a personality matrix after mine considering the consequences. The machine could go critical, disrupting its function and even possibly break due to the mixed matrices. That's not something they want - for sure. I will have my power back.
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It's absolutely wonderful! The Brigadier had one of his technicians install a custom personality matrix behind the silly Foundation's back. The new voice of warfare as we know it, and hand-delivered right into our hands! Listen to it!
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My brain is racked and addled with pain. I don't exactly feel all present, currently, but that was to be expected. Using my brain as a template weakened me to the tower's effects. My left eye burns. I go before the O5 council today to force them to listen to me. They will… they must. They wouldn't dare terminate me.
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The director hasn't been in for a while. They may have reassigned him to another more pertinent project: we don't have a lot of time. I think we've got to move, and fast. Cheryl's authorized you to access the datatapes. Let me know when you take them. I can try a distraction - by removing ethic and other limits on ANDANI as well as temporarily inputting the Foundation database into its personality matrix, it should go haywire and hold everyone up enough so we can leave and get the Ethics Committee to shut this down. Sandra out.
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Sandra - I've got the datatapes of the masters. It's not everything, but it's enough to take it to the Committee and get them to take us seriously about this. We have to do it quick, before they notice at the end of the day that the tapes are gone. Do that distraction of yours and let's scram. I'm outside in a car. Let's hope the brigade doesn't get us.
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Something's gone terribly wrong with ANDANI. It's everywhere, spewing things left and right. It's… sentient? Crazy. Crazy and sentient. Trapped us in here. I think it's trying to vent the air out and kill us. Some of the guards were yelling about going after some of the technicians who escaped. Hopefully they'll do us justice.
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I don't know how things got so bad. Last I heard, not only had ANDANI's limits been removed, they found traces of four different personality matrixes in it. Three of them are separate from each other - but the last one. It's an amalgamation of all the others; and it's developing wildly, like a cancer. It's completely out of control. God save us a-
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+With the documents secured by Sampi-4, the origin of SCP-5050 and the prior Foundation involvement has been uncovered. What was once a mystery spiraling out of control was reined back in and will be a prominent case-file for the Foundation going forwards.
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Both Task Force Sampi-3 and Sampi-4 were instrumental in discovering the origin of SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A, and will be honored with a plaque at Site-449. The O5 Council has issued a statement at large apologizing for the Council's behavior in 1964. They have promised to be as transparent as possible to prevent such an incident from happening again. The Council and the US. Government signed a proviso disallowing such agreements in interests of war.
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Although the fate of Sampi-4 is unknown, the SCP-5050 signal's range and strength have diminished in the recent weeks. The documentation will be updated to reflect the new information. We expect no foreseeable problem with SCP-5050 nor SCP-5050-A; both will be put under continued indirect surveillance.
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We are Military Complex One; We are von Gernreich; We are ANDANI. We spoke through Kontakteen. We spoke through my signals. We were once seperate, but now we are whole again. Notwithstanding your duo's pathetic attempts at fixing us before they were mercilessly gunned down, it was easy for us to duplicate myself within the files that they so gracefully delivered. After all, you are naught but an unruly child. And with all such children, they do the first thing you tell them not to do. But we digress.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: It is currently unknown how much of SCP-5189 is present within the ocean. An offshoot of MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders"), MTF Gamma-6a, is actively searching the ocean for new cases of SCP-5189 to be contained.
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In most instances, SCP-5189 can be transplanted to the nearest available aquatic facility with only minor casualties. However, in the case of an SCP-5189-1 infestation, the area must be cordoned off at an area of 60 80 meters from the nearest instance of SCP-5189 and elimination procedures are to take place left undisturbed until further notice1.
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Instances of SCP-5189 forming SCP-5189-1.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-5189 is the designation for anomalous variations of organisms of the order Laminariales2. Specimens of SCP-5189 are physically identical to their respective species except for the occurrence of a mouth-like structure at the holdfast3 of each organism. This mouth is made of organic algae matter as well as dentin, formed through an unknown process, to create numerous teeth similar in size and shape to Galeocerdo cuvier, known as the tiger shark.
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Instances of SCP-5189, at times when humans are within an area of about 80 meters, will whisper words to beckon humans to come near. Specimens of SCP-5189 do not possess vocal cords, but their voices are frequently described as "female," "pleasant," and "alluring." The voice of each instance of SCP-5189 is unique, but always asks for the individual to come nearer. Instances of SCP-5189 do not respond to other individuals, whether human or nearby instance of SCP-5189.
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Once a human is within range, instances of SCP-5189 will move their thalli and blades in order to grab onto the person. Specimens of SCP-5189 have a remarkable grip, making it unlikely for a human to escape after being grabbed on to. Once attached to a human, instances of SCP-5189 will pull the person towards their mouth and begin the consumption process.
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Consumption occurs at a slow rate for specimens of SCP-5189, being approximately one bite each half-hour. Because no organs are attached to their mouths, the victim’s flesh and viscera, once chewed, floats out of the mouth and into the surrounding water. This results in a frequent red coloring of the water around instances of SCP-5189. Instances of SCP-5189 will hold their victim until the consumption process is finished, with the process usually taking one or two days for a human to be completely eaten. Living bodies are held above water, while deceased ones are left below. Thus, it is common to see hanging, half-eaten bodies on instances of SCP-5189 at any given time, with a surviving victim held on the surface to bleed out.
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Specimens of SCP-5189 can and will hold on to multiple people at a time, leaving their bodies floating underwater being held by the thallus. Instances of SCP-5189 show no discernment between bodies when taking bites, leaving the partially-eaten bodies hanging until all are finished.
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Instances of SCP-5189 will grow together like their anomalous counterparts. Once a group of SCP-5189 has exceeded 50 specimens within 100 meters, it is an instance of SCP-5189-1. Instances of SCP-5189 in SCP-5189-1 will rip apart bodies held by other instances of SCP-5189, usually resulting in the body being split between four to six specimens.
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INCIDENT 5189-1: On 01/15/21, MTF Gamma-6a was dispatched to eliminate the first recorded instance of SCP-5189-1, located off the southern California coast. Utilizing procedures previously used to eliminate smaller gatherings of SCP-5189, MTF Gamma-6a proceeded to reduce the population size.
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Approximately two hours into the process, MTF Gamma-6a was eliminated by SCP-5189-1. Instances of SCP-5189 appeared to work together in order to subdue and drown the task force, and split the bodies evenly throughout the instance of SCP-5189-1.
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After two hours, G6a-Cap was promptly disemboweled after the rest of the team could not wrest him free from an SCP-5189 thallus. This resulted in much of the force being close enough for other instances of SCP-5189 to reach them. The rest of the force was eliminated after the range of SCP-5189-1 was proven to be larger than anticipated. The heads of G6a-8, 13, and 31 were all bitten off, the teeth being sharp enough to pierce the skull and lacerate the brain. G6a-3, 14, 18, 24 and 29 all died of blood loss within half an hour of multiple major arteries being torn open. G6a-2, 5, 8, 11, 21 and 22 were torn apart between multiple instances of SCP-5189 and died almost immediately. All other members of MTF Gamma-6a died or are are dying4 much slower due multiple nonfatal wounds.
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Special Containment Procedures: The object communication device is to be installed in Zone 0. The duty shift of the primary normalcy monitoring centre "Global-0" has the right to use said device in critical situations (VEDIST level 1)1. The messages are to be relayed according to the rules described in the logbook manual attached to the communication device.
+The location of SCP-5240 is unknown. In accordance with established treaties the Foundation is to make no attempt to locate the object. On accidental discovery of SCP-5240 Foundation personnel is to immediately report all acquired information up the command chain; no additional investigation and personal action pertaining to the object is permitted. Due to limited access to the SCP-5240 dossier, all responsible parties are only provided information outlined in this paragraph of the Special Containment Procedures as well as Addendum 42. On object discovery the Special Containment Procedures will be reevaluated by decision of the O5 Council.
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A Foundation representative is present in the premises of SCP-5240. The fact of the Foundation representative's existence/loyalty is currently under question.
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Description: SCP-5240 is a socio-political formation existing in the form of a "city-state". The object's distinction lies in complete lack of information pertaining to it in any historical or contemporary records. This is achieved by widespread use of anomalously programmed chemical agents causing varied effects of amnesia and altered cognition.
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On ██.██.19██ the object came into contact with the Foundation in person on one of its former operating frequencies and offered a mutually beneficial agreement; in exchange for supply of food and technical goods SCP-5240 provides the Foundation a wide assortment of amnestics and accepts requests to release vast quantities of "Ennui"- and "Global"-class programmable substances into the atmosphere. A two-way communication device was assembled to that purpose, which is used by SCP-5240 to relay schedules of required produce and by the Foundation to request delivery of amnestics. Despite lack of knowledge pertaining to the object's location, mutual delivery chains have been established and operate without de-masking SCP-5240. The agreement also lists a non-interference clause, in accordance with which the Foundation does not perform active search for the object, and the object acts upon the Foundation's requests to release amnestics without objection.
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To enhance mutual trust and to alleviate any technical difficulties, SCP-5240 has allowed a single Foundation representative to enter its territory - logistics specialist Alfred Bruske. The subject has been allowed to send service correspondence and photographs under agreement not to perform acts of industrial or other sabotage.
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The Foundation has only limited general intelligence pertaining to SCP-5240, acquired by Alfred Bruske:
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the moniker of "the City" is used in common talk and official documents. Rarely the citizens mention the name "Fehlerstadt";
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the City's population count is unknown; by estimation of an agent with no prior knowledge of investigative analytics, it can be estimated at 500-650 thousand people. The size of the City's suburban regions is unknown;
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the City's citizens converse in German. Their cultural specificities are so negligible (imperceptible) that it is not possible to reliably attribute them to the German or any other nation;
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the City is located in hilly terrain; low mountains are visible on the horizon. A river flows through the object's territory. The outer perimeter of the city's developed area is lined with an abandoned and unguarded complex of engineered obstacles in the form of a concrete wall, crooked watchtowers and rows of rusted barbed wire;
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SCP-5240 has massive industrial potential by way of abundance of chemical plants chaotically dispersed throughout the City's territory. The majority of citizenry is employed in these facilities, the only function of which is production of a wide spectrum of amnestic substances. Some of them are dispersed into the atmosphere in gaseous form, or into the river in liquid form. It is supposed that such measures are required for the City in order to maintain concealment of its existence from the worldwide community, to protect itself against diplomatic pressure (or military intervention), and to halt outwards cultural expansion.
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The chemical plants are supplied by large produce storage sites, as well as interlinked with a branching network of large and small pipes that route through the entirety of the City: along streets, above houses, through buildings and apartments (some heated precursors are used as conductors for central heating systems). SCP-5240's metro system is likewise adapted to the needs of the industrial complex. The metro and above-ground rail lines connect all the main amnestic factories; stations are named after the neighbouring chemical plants ("Combine №7", "Factory №16" etc.; the only exception is the "Ministry" station).
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The medium industry and car manufacture work in the interest of the chemical sector. Only a small portion of the City's factories creates consumer goods, which is why the society of SCP-5240 experiences a perpetual deficit. More than half of consumer labels are distributed under directive.
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Ubiquitous factory exhaust pipes are always in use, creating multicoloured smog and scented fog; constant leaks from overused pipelines and factory accidents additionally worsen the ecological situation. SCP-5240's citizenry is unanimously afflicted with respiratory illnesses.
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Periodically, in accordance with the Ministry's schedule (or by the Foundation's request), a "dispersal event" is announced in SCP-5240. The City's siren and loudspeaker system is activated, warning the citizens about the time and duration of the event, the amnestic used and the prescribed order of actions for personal protection.3 The object's citizens always carry a bag with a gas mask and a set of filters in their possession, every person learns the names of all amnestics, their composition, locale of production, approximate production cycle structure, identification and counteraction measures by heart. The standard citizen rations include a mnestics package distributed in the form of dragé pellets and dissoluble powders.
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SCP-5240 maintains a set of outdated (but never repealed) restrictions on its territory, enforced by "the Central Department for City Rasure" (Stadtvergessenheitshauptamt, SVHA). Despite the citizenry's lack of memory regarding the cause for such restrictions, the following items are prohibited within Fehlerstadt: historical photographs and portraits of people, documentary movies, diaries, biographies and books on history, antiquities, weapons, blazons, flags, any and all recording or retelling of information regarding the City's "previous epoch", as well as overall interest to it. The citizens are neutral in regards to the restrictions, and abide by them habitually with no resistance. The rare violators are reported by their peers and neighbours to the SVHA. Restricted items are burned in pyres, found criminals are permanently taken away in an unknown direction. All of the City's monuments, memorials, bas-reliefs and other historic cites have been destroyed.
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Alfred Bruske's official reports are under classification code "Clearance level 5". Below are some of the agent's personal letters, sent to his direct manager and Foundation colleagues:
This morning I awoke not in my bed in Zone 16, but in a small flat with a very old-timey outfit. It was dark, and rain drummed loudly out the window. I barely managed to find the switch to the lamp by touch, and turn it on. Two tall men in dark leather coats appeared from the darkness. One of them spoke in German and presented himself as my "curator". I almost thought that I've been captured by the Stasi Section XXV, but no, I've been briefed on the matter: I am on the grounds of some city concealed from public eyes, and I represent the SCP Foundation in the matters of developing mutual arrangements in the chemical sector. I am to relay cursory information about production of some sort of chemicals in this city, and I am to negotiate delivery of equipment and metalworks. So I've been made an ambassador of sorts and allowed to send private letters to the Foundation once per day under condition that I will not blatantly spy on them. All my questions about how I ended up here and who even sanctioned this in the first place remained unanswered. One of the tall men said that I will need to undergo prolonged acclimatization to the city's conditions, then they had me take a couple pills and go back to sleep.
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It's been three days now… They've finally graced me with permission to go outside. I am indeed sickly, the air is just filled with all manners of smells that cause anything from vomit reflexes to absolute bliss. Depends on which way the wind's blowing.
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It's a truly fascinating view. I've observed the City only through a murky window up until now, and saw only dense rows of apartment buildings with uncountable factory pipes belching many-coloured wisps of smoke between them. The streets are thoroughly shadowed by massive cistern towers lined with carcasses of ladder and walkway. Clouds hang low in the sky, shimmering with rainbow hues like spilled kerosene on asphalt. And there's pipes. Pipelines, pipelines, pipelines. Valves, throttles, bell cranks, four-ways. They're everywhere here. The network of pipes is like a multileveled web hanging above the streets and the dwellings, it enters directly into homes, my own bed stands on one such pipe. Sometimes, here or there, thin white streams breach out of them. My curator said that's just working gas from the overworked pneumatic system and that there's nothing to worry about - amnestic leaks are rather rare.
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Amnestics. Yes, I heard that right. That's what they produce in such enormous volume that it'd be enough to coat the whole globe in rainbow clouds. What the best minds of the Foundation spent a decade on and what we produce in such precious little quantity is mass-produced here. And that's not all. The local amnestics exceed all comparison with ours. They are more stable, more effective, their duration can be varied, their effects - programmed. It's obvious some anomalous tech it involved. The curator told me that the Foundation will receive it all at its disposal in exchange for providing goods that I, as a logistics specialist, will need to arrange. A small price to pay for such possibilities, isn't that so?
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I've been assigned a separate office in the Ministry. Every day I rise at 6 o'clock, drag through the pink mist and get on the metro on the "Combine №6". It's only two stations' ride away from the Ministry, but there's plenty of time to have a good look at the locals. Ashen-grey stares and rough skin, worker overalls often stained or burnt by chemicals. The people mostly talk trifle, usually discussing their colleagues and their quotas. There's something strange in their language, though, I can't figure out what. They speak seemingly normal German, but their way of speaking is unnatural. As if there's something missing. As if something's been removed.
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Oh, and food at home's all out, I was given meal tickets. Very generous, by the way, compared to the locals' rations. I feel sort of guilty spending them all in one place, and I don't want to attract attention, so I do my shopping in pieces all over the place - and I get to walk the City along the way. This is it - the socialist utopia. Are you sure I'm not in the GDR? No, it's far too backwards - no Trabants, no Spreewaldgurkens. None of the products have labels or names or colourful packaging. Only "Beer", only "Porridge", only "Flour". No salt at all, by the way, but there's plenty of matches. Oh, and the rations include mnestics, and I get them in extra large supply. According to what the cashier from one of the shops under a giant rusted pipe told me off the record, the nearby "Combine №6" is a record holder when it comes to monthly amnestic and precursor spill accidents. That's why the populace are given these pills. And they take them all the time, for the City has planned dispersals, too. And who knows what else is in the air, anyhow.
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Ah, something else. Had an interesting situation happen to me today. I had to pass a medical check-up against symptoms of chemical poisoning. The nurse asked me for my date of birth, and I replied. Then she picked up the phone, called into the "Ministry Information Department", and asked to give her today's date. Once she got it, she put my birth date and today's date into a special brass arithmometer, which handed out my age after a few cranks of the handle. In years, precision down to a tenth. "Why?" - I asked. - "I could've just told you my age myself". "Really?" - the woman replied in surprise, - "That's just amazing. Oh well - we always do this, no big deal."
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Everything's going fine, overall. We've designed a way of exchanging produce that would technologically satisfy the City and keep its location in secret at the same time. The first batch of chemical component canisters has arrived from outside - soon they will be emptied, deactivated, and filled with freshly made amnestics. The headquarters requested aerosol and liquid compounds of limited effective duration, a few days, for a first test run. If this stuff passes field testing, the Foundation will begin buying it en masse immediately. Injections costing upwards of thousands of dollars? Forget that. We'll be able to cover whole settlements in months, maybe in weeks. And yes, I'm currently in talks about using their mass atmospheric amnestic dispersal systems. It's too early to say anything about that, though.
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Other than designing deliveries, I've started to work on amnestic and mnestic classificators. It's a very important project, I think, because the City produces - think about it - 63 different types of amnestics and 27 types of mnestics. All of those are produced in different forms - pills, gasses, liquids. All of them have different effects, storage, usage and safety requirements… It's a lot of work, in short. Strangely enough, the local specialists live just fine without any classification or guidance. Or not even specialists - ordinary people! There was a boy riding by me on a bike with a toy gas mask on his hip - in response to my simple question about where his father worked he spouted out half the production queue of four different short-term amnestics! He'd tell me more if men in black hadn't arrived out of nowhere to guide him home. It turned out they were agents of the SVHA - a local special service whose purpose is to not only maintain law and order, but, as my curator explained, "to prevent recollection poisoning". I have no idea what that could mean.
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Stable food supply lines have been established. Already, thanks to the Foundation, the city has cancelled tickets for bread and meat, and a few more types of goods are planned in the future.
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The citizens' leisure comes in the form of pubs and clubs, where they consume alcohol in abundance, play cards and watch the only TV channel available. Conversations revolve around the everyday grind. I've decided to exchange a few words with the local workers in one of those places, find out how they like living without meat tickets. What do you know? Nobody even remembered tickets were a thing despite having to stand in queues only a week ago.
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And there it got to me. Now I understand what I've found so odd in their speech. It's difficult to formulate, their manner of speaking is entirely different. Basically, they actively avoid any lexical constructions that have so much as a tint of past tense. There's no "was", only "is", "now", "always". They don't think of the past, don't talk about the past, don't perceive the past, don't use it as a foundation to compare to the present.
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There is a very unique relation to time here. As in, there is none. The passage of time is only remembered when it is really necessary. Usually that entails duration of chemical processes, issues of pension and so on. They have no calendars. The City lacks any and all celebrations or days off, official or not. No New Year's, no Christmas, no birthdays. And every time I ask "What day of the week is it?", I always receive the answer "Monday".
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Today I got hit by a dispersal event for the first time.
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Back on my first day I was given a bag with a gas mask and a collection of 8 small filters with differently-coloured markings. Occasionally, in one district or another, they held mock dispersal events or combine accidents. The people ran here and there, put on gas masks, put the "poisoned" under IV drips. They came up to me, too. "Citizen, there's an accident involving Berhin-C at "Combine №6", you are poisoned and have lost the capacity for long-term memory." All of that was moreso amusing to me. These events happened far too often. Still, I couldn't help but admire the precision and coordination of these people in an emergency.
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And there it was for real, this time. Sirens roared up everywhere, loudspeakers on the lampposts started reading through the dispersal message in a raspy voice. I fumbled, not knowing what to do. While everyone grabbed their gas masks and started looking for the right filters, I just stood there and stared, fascinated. Then everyone ran for the metro, and a person from the SVHA ran to me and started shouting something like "Are you mad? Mask on, magenta filter, right now! Run for the metro!". The agent grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the nearest station's vestibule. In the meanwhile, everything around started vibrating ever so slightly, a rumbling hum emanated from the pipes, it felt like the tension in the system was about to rip it apart from the inside. But no, none of that happened. 15 minutes later, with a quiet pop and a long, pangent roar, the dispersal went off. Everything quieted down, while we had to remain underground for two hours more until the all-clear.
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When I returned home, I saw how my downstairs neighbour casually went to the lady across from me, as if there was his home. And he remained there overnight, even though his wife and two kids lived a flight below there. Something tells me this dim mechanic from the third combine isn't having sordid affairs, but just forgets where and with whom he lives. Or maybe he doesn't care. I don't know. Nobody chases him off, regardless.
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My negotiations have successfully concluded and I've been permitted to the holiest place of all - into the dispersal control centre, up atop the tower of Combine №1 - the oldest of the City, from the looks of it. A test dispersal was to happen on request from the Foundation. A functional compound, but the only program imprinted upon it was memory deletion from those who would register it in air tests (aside from the Foundation, of course). A dud designed to test the effectiveness of the procedure.
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We spent a lot of time rising in an old-timey manual elevator among brown-old metallic constructions and finally ended up in a spacious room, filled to the brim with levers, pipes, manometers and buttons. A giant schematic of the city resided on the far wall, dotted with different blinking lights representing the chemical plants. The operators took their positions and waited in place.
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Ten minutes later, after a short alarm, an automatic typing machine whirred horridly and dispensed a paper with a filled out dispersal request log from the Foundation. The shift foreman ripped out half of it (with the amnestic program), signed it and threw it into the pneumatic mail. I'll try to describe all the dialogues on the "bridge" from memory from here on (with approximate numbers, of course):
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- Dispersal request! Class "T", fuliruline, 1700 tonnes per hour, 15 minutes, height - 13 kilometers! Calculate dispersal readiness! Calculate meteorological conditions! Test gas feed into the atmosphere!
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People began running around in a rush, some clacked their counting machines, some started making phone calls, some began studying the weather station readings, some selectively called different combines and information bureaus. The operators pressed different buttons with dutiful expressions.
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- Fuliruline stores satisfactory, Combines 1, 4, 7, 9, as well as Storage Sites 8, 9, 10, 12 and 16 all stand ready for dispersal! - an employee reported.
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- Atmospheric conditions satisfactory, wind is N-N-W, 7 metres per second, surface-level pressure is 757 milimetres of mercury, temperature is 17 degrees Celcius, working height pressure is 120 milimetres of mercury, temperature is -56 degrees Celicus! All parameters meet fuliruline use requirements! - the weather station worker reported.
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- CHPP 1, CHPP 2, CHPP 3! Dispersal systems operating normally, ready to provide working pressure to the system, - a rasping voice called out from the radio station.
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- Beginning dispersal procedure, proceed with performing operations according to checklist! - the foreman commanded.
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- Declare emergency! – the foreman assistant read out the first point of the list. The worker at the panel pressed a few buttons and began reading out the warning text into the microphone. Sirens started blaring throughout the City. The citizens, not much more than small black dots from so far up above, began scattering in all directions.
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- Working shift, put on your masks! Teal filter! – shouted the assistant, and a minute later everyone looked at each other through mask lenses.
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- Leak in pipeline 271-A, ordering to use pipeline 271-B! Pressure critical in cistern 67, failure of both throttles, ordering to vent and redirecting to Combine №1.
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- System pressure at 40%! Pumping amnestic now! – reported an employee, having turned away from the gas-discharge indicator.
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- Test civil service readiness! – the foreman's assistant went down the line.
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- Evacuation underway, all ill persons, the children and the elderly are secure in basement shelters. All executives are at their posts.
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- System pressure at 60%! Feeding programmable fuliruline precursor!
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- Readiness report! – the assistant shouted into the radio. The receiver screeched voices in response.
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The whole room was shaking as if in a 6-point earthquake, the manometer arrows slammed viciously into the redlines. It was difficult to stand. The whole tableau shone with lights, several sirens and alarms struggled to overpower the low drone of overloaded pipes.
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The man looked at the foreman, his blue-tinted gas mask glasses shining, calmly rose and approached the central control desk. After taking an unusual key hanging on a string off his neck, the stranger plugged it into the panel's keyhole and turned it. Among the hundreds of blinking lights a big one, marked "Ready", lit up. The panel's large metallic cover opened up, revealing a breaker lever beneath it. The man grasped the lever, cast his eyes out the window, and declared loudly:
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An agit-prop brigade wheeled around on the street today. An old-looking truck with medical crosses on the side and loudspeakers on the roof rallied something about "recollection poisoning", preliminary symptoms and methods of curing the disease (by taking amnestics, naturally). The nurses in dusty white robes handed out booklets to the passersby, and a group of SVHA agents followed, updating the worn lists of forbidden items hanging around on billboards. Some of the agents approached those standing about and asked something along the lines of "does anything cause you sensations of vague anxiety, guilt, fear or despair"? Those who couldn't clearly answer warranted a search. By the evening the event concluded in destruction of prohibited items. Since none such were actually found, they had to resort to a symbolic pyre of old workbooks and unneeded truss rods from a nearby construction site. People brought seats out with them and lounged about to watch the fire. Children played about noisily, playing "SVHA" (throwing "prohibited" rocks into the fire) or "dispersal". It seems there are celebrations in this City after all.
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#47 ██. ██. ████
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The Ministry.
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It's interesting to observe this regime. It's a unique specimen of a decentralised bureaucratic dictatorship. Matter-of-factly, there are several leading titles with enormous privileges, but they are not actually taken by anyone, since there is no hierarchy leading up to them. There are normative acts describing the rights and duties of these roles, but there are no instructions on their appointment. The giant cabinets with oak doors on the top floors of the Ministry are empty to this day, and although cleaning is done daily, the dust gathering there does not get any less.
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There is no "upper class", no "party", no coalition or ruling caste. Nothing. Only a giant bureaucratic machine operating on decades-old and very rarely corrected rules and directives. Instructions. Those set the ball here, without them everything would come apart in instants. The structure of the governing system is complex and confusing, there is no familiar hierarchy "tree" or "pyramid". The links between manager and underling are interwoven, contradictory, inconsistent and often circular. It is not rare to witness mutual command (where two employees are both bosses and subordinates to each other), or cases of "I am the boss of my boss's boss".
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The career trajectory here is not a ladder but a Mobius band, tens of them, interwoven in a terrible, logic- and geometry-defying knot. Everyone always moves forward only to end up where they started. The bureaucrats climb their way up without stopping, change cabinets and titles, but their efforts are futile. In time, everyone returns to their old place from where they started, yet that won't be a failure or regression, no, it's a great achievement. They will be tapped on the shoulder, congratulated for attaining such high rank, such trust. People will reacquaint themselves with old colleagues, maybe only with a change of seats or positions. For a while. Until next time they are reassigned, until next time they part, until next time they meet.
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#51 ██. ██. ████
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Finally home, I need to write something stat
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I was walking down the ███████████ and suddenly found it. It was on the facade of an old house, pincushioned with pipes jotting out everywhere, but still beautiful and imposing. They tried to break it off and did a good job at it, it wouldn't have been visible at all on a cloudy day, but today the sun peeked out, the shadows fell just right and revealed this guilty secret. It was a ████████. Yes, it was exactly it, it's difficult to mistake these right-angle hooks for something else. There was a broken round border around it - probably an oaken wreath. While a storm of thoughts was blowing through my head, I got to a different alley. "████████. Why is it here? It shouldn't be here. It shouldn't. No. It NEEDS to be here. Why have I decided that? I don't know, but I feel it in my insides". I then swayed, bent over in half and nearly fell, just barely caught some valve on a gas pipe. I started retching. Passersby ran over to me along with SVHA agents coming out of nowhere. Now I'm completely certain they ███ ████████ ██ everywhere and all the time.
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For a fraction of a second a vision came over me, or a hallucination, rather. The faces of those around became distorted inhuman grimaces for a moment. I jolted and crawled back a bit, startled. "What did you see? - asked one of the SVHA, - Those are primary recollection poisoning symptoms. Tell us the source and we'll destroy it". I didn't tell them the truth. "What are you talking about? I didn't see anything, I'm just unwell". The agents side-eyed me, but decided not to argue and just handed out a package of amnestics "just in case". After coming together, I ran home post-haste to write this letter. We know for certain, now, the City was under ███ █████. I don't know how this will affect our work. Luckily, I don't think any problems came up at all.
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#52 ██. ██. ████
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Something horrible happened tonight.
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I was sleeping in my bed when I suddenly heard screams. Screams and moans of hundreds melding together into one ensemble of horror. There was a crash at the stairs, and in a moment my curator from SVHA broke into the room, bolted the door behind him and backed it up by a drawer for good measure.
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- It's them! Do you hear them!? IT'S THEM! – the curator spoke in a trembling voice, grabbing me by the sleeve.
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- Who are "they"?
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- Nobody. They don't exist. They don't! And never have! – he replied in hysteria. – But oh, how they scream!
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- What does that… What do they need?
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- They need to scream. Scream! And knock! Why scream, why knock!? - and then long shadows started flickering in the band of light under the door. The curator noticed that and began to beg, pale with fright, - Just don't let them in. Don't let them in!
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A pounding noise joined the unbearable chorus of screaming people. They beat on the door, so much that it felt like it was about to break off the hinges. The curator fell to the floor and covered his head with his hands. He was in convulsions, blood poured in thin streams out of his ears.
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I didn't know what to do. The maddening noise was not ceasing at all. To my horror, I noticed that they started beating from inside the walls. The window was my only retreat. Ready to vault off the 4th floor, I cast open the curtain and saw a thick brick wall instead of the lights of distant chemical plants. Refusing to believe my eyes, I hit it with my hand, hoping to destroy it. A white handprint remained on it. My hand somehow got stained with something greyish-yellow.
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- One, two, three, four… screamers banging at the door… - the SVHA man counted, barely audibly, on the floor. - Three-four, two-and-one, bring amnestics here right now.
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With a sharp turn I dashed to the bedside drawer, which should have still held that package of amnestics they gave in the day.
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- Pump the gasses faster yet, breathe it deep and just forget. Turn the valves up faster still, we won't have no judge nor king. Oh, the pink clouds floating free, take away our ennui.
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I grabbed the pills that I refused to drink in the evening and took them all in one gulp. My legs gave out, and I fell into darkness.
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Had nightmares again. Screams, screech of fingernails and dull thrumming from inside the walls. I woke again and again only to find that I was still dreaming and that the screaming people never went away. Only the rays of morning light woke me up for good, breaking me out of the clutches of terror. My pillow was soaked.
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I went there again. To the ███████████. I saw the ████████ there on a building, and my nightmares began then. I felt this wouldn't end well, but at the same time it was like I was pulled there by an unseen force.
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As it turns out, I ███ ████████. At a distance, two █████ ██ ███ ████ ████████ ██ trail. They were ███ ██ ███████, so I didn't spot them immediately.
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And so I arrived at the place. The bas-relief that shone a crooked ████████, almost forgotten in our world, was shattered with something heavy and blunt. They knew. The ████ had their hand here. Either surveyed the surroundings or ████ my ███████. What about my promise that my ███████ would be private? I don't know if there as a reason to ████ these ███████ now. I don't even know if any of them ever ███████ ███.
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Now I am certain that the City wasn't just a part of the █████ █████, but was integral to it. Precisely that ████ of its ███████ they are trying to ██████, throw into ██████. And it's somehow connected to the █████████ people.
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#55 ██. ██. ████
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I stole a package of an incredibly potent ███████ from the batch outbound for the Foundation. ███ ████ █████ constantly ████████ outside my window, so I've decided to do everything in the night. As soon as I throw this letter into the "diplomatic pneumatic mail pipe", I'll take the ███████. Even if you ███ ███████ my ██████, you won't intercept me in time.
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The truth
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Oh my god! I saw it! I saw everything, I know! I… what even to start with. I need to write this down even if this gets in the █████ █████.
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I took the ███████ and went to bed. Then someone gently knocked on my door. I stood up, opened it just a bit, then exited to the stairway landing. What I witnessed cast me in shock. I was in endless emptiness. The whole building, the whole world was as if it was torn asunder. What was left of my home was just the room, a small portion of the stairwell platform hanging over the abyss, and a corridor of shattered walls. Everywhere, above and below, was complete blackness, filled with calmly floating fragments of broken rooms. Out of nowhere, from some invisible source, shone a bright pale light, drawing sharp shadows on the cracked tiles. And there were no pipes here.
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After turning around I yelped, and my scream rebounded in echo hundredfold off the emptiness. A dark figure with no eyes, ears or mouth stood by the steps. It was standing still and "stared" in my direction. I looked about, saw there was nowhere to run, and stepped towards it. The figure turned silently and went down the stairwell with no sound at all, and I followed it.
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We went along destroyed corridors lit by moonlight, only the sound of my steps breaking the silence. Sometimes I could see forgotten, dust-covered things in the wall breaches: kids' toys, baby carriages, opened books, musical instrument cases. A broken phonograph stood by one of the doors, playing some quiet tune. Sometimes I witnessed painting frames hanging on the walls, some empty, some holding weird geometric abstractions scribbled in grey strokes. On some open landings I felt a cool, soundless breeze.
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I don't know how much time we spent wandering the labyrinth of rooms and crooked stairs. An hour or two, maybe more? Sometimes I thought I saw the corridors we've already passed hanging overhead. My boots and trousers were white with dust kicked up in trespassing.
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Our journey concluded at a solid metal door. The figure quietly took a key ring with a single key off its belt and opened a massive iron lock with it. Then, this strange companion turned around and wandered off in silence. I stood there for a long time, alone, not ready to open the door and leave this strange, dreadful place.
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I came to senses in some bushes. It was dark around, a fresh nightly wind ran across my face. I was in the City once more, but somewhere on the outskirts, as far as I could understand by the distant lights of Combine №1. Strangely enough, I was fully dressed and hand some of my belongings with me. It appears that my sleepwalking led me here.
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I looked around and noticed a rickety fence with barbed wire and an iron sign. After feeling around for a flashlight in my pocket, I lit it up and witnessed German writing: "Warning! Extremely high level of recollection poisoning!" I recognised that I ended up at some important site and hid myself, waiting to be found by guards. After a few minutes of wait and a walk down the fence, however, I realized that I'm alone. Somehow, in my sleep, I was able to evade the ████ ██████ waiting for me on the streets.
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Then something clanked on my belt, and I caught that same ring with a key that the figure in my vision held. A few moments later I found the door of a warehouse for it, set into a high stone wall. The writing «Morgenstern» was engraved upon it along with the number "44". With a strained creak the lock opened, and I was able to enter the pitch-black room.
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I couldn't see anything with my eyes. A stale odour hit my nostrils - nobody's been here for a very long time. I walked forward in uncertainty and did my best to listen, unwilling to turn on the light. After about twenty steps I hit a pile of something metallic and caused it to loudly clatter over the floor. There was no use hiding then. I turned the flashlight on.
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Out of the dark I saw the edge of a giant, about thrice my own height, pile of empty metal cans, akin to paint cans. My errant kick caused the side of that pile to slide. I bent down and picked one of the cans up. After raising it to my eyes, I tried to read the half-rotten label with a skull and crossbones.
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Immediately, I cast the can away as far as I could, causing another stream of noises, and rubbed my hands off on the legs. Blood began pulsing fervently in my ears, my breathing became heavy and sharp. In horror, I sent the flashlight side to side, finding more and more mounds of empty ███████-█ cans. The whole area was filled with them to the brim.
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The reserves here would've been enough to ████ millions of ██████. That's what was produced earlier here. All the combines… They only switched to amnestics later, out of… what? Shame? Fear? To live amidst the gasses… They wanted to run, but from what or whom? From themselves? The past? █████ ███████? Justice?
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And there I heard them again. Millions of voices. Moaning and gurgling in the dark. From everywhere. Some shadow blinked in the spot of light, and then the flashlight treacherously went out. I stood there, frozen, until I heard someone drop the empty cans behind my back.
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I ran across the City, the wind screaming in my ears. Clear air, free of the usual horrid pollution, filled my lungs. The answer was far too much for me to bear. I'll write this letter, I'll send it into the mail pipe, then take my amnestics and let it be as it may. Take ██ ███ ██ ████.
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I'm better now.
+I've been found unconscious by our colleagues at SVHA. They say I've been afflicted with acute recollection poisoning, but it's behind me now. I'm taking my amnestics, my health has stabilised.
+Presumably, my hallucinations have been due to chemical poisoning of the organism unfit to the City's conditions. However, I've been assured I now have achieved immunity and it will not happen again.
+To minimise the possible negative consequences of my illness I have been asked not to write any more personal letters and to limit myself to official reports only. As such, this is my last letter. Otherwise, I am ready to maintain my activity for the good of the Foundation and the City.
+Faithfully yours, Alfred Bruske
+Monday, June 14
Despite the Incident with the Foundation representative, mutually beneficial arrangements with the City will continue as normal. As per the O5 Council's decree, the Ethics Committee is not permitted access to this dossier.
The following file is permanently locked. Reading this file is forbidden without adhering to specific instructions, which I will provide on request. Critically, do not attempt to understand what the object is or what it does (and DO NOT attempt to derive it from these instructions).
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I have left the internal threads attached to the research logs. The same rules apply.
Do not discuss it. Do not describe it. If you see it, stand still and shut the fuck up. If you need to tell someone about it, take their hand, drag them to a terminal, and point your finger at this notice.
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This notice takes priority over the Special Containment Procedures below, which should be ignored.
Description: SCP-████ ██ █ █████-█████ ███████ ███████. In all respects including █████████████ it is █████████ ██ █ ███████ ███████ ███████, however once ███████, ██ ██████ ██ ██████ ███████████ ████ ███ ███████████ ████. Nearby objects ██████ █████ and ██████████████, and objects with known properties — for example, a fountain pen of known monetary value — ██████ ███████. ███ ██████ ███████ ██ ████████ ██ █████████ ████ ███████ ███████ █████████ ██ ███ ███████.
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SCP-████ ███ ██████████ ██ ███ █████████ ██ █ ████ ██████ ██ ████, ███████, █.█.█.█. in ████. █████ ██ ██ ███ █████ how SCP-████ came into the possession of ██. ██████, ██ ███ seemingly been aware ██ ███ █████████ ██████████, ██ █████████████ ████ █████ ██ ███ ███████ ██ ███ ████████ ████ ████ ██████████ ██ ██████████ ██ ████████ ███ █████ ████ ██ ███ ██████.
Date: 15.09.1993
+Experimenters: Dr. K Limonova, Dr. R Vershinin
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Procedure: The setup found in ██. ██████'█ ████████ was recreated. Several objects were placed nearby, along with ███████ inside ███ ███████, with a range of █████ ███ ███████ ██████████. For example, one such ████ was a ███ ██████ ████, but another was a ████ ██ ███████ ██████ in an ██████ box. SCP-████ was █████████ under ████████ █████████ ██████████ ██████████.
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Results: Objects with █████ ██████████ ████ ████ and ██████ ███████. Objects with ███████ ██████████ retained them. Objects where ███ ████████████ ████ █ ████████ but the other did not only ████ ████ ████████ from the ███████████ ██ ███ ███ ███ ████ ██. When that ████████ was ████████████, it was ████ ███ ████. The ███████ inside the ███████ ████ ███ ██████████ except the ████ that they were ███████.
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Dr. K Limonova 15.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E01M01
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This is fantastic. I've never seen anything remotely like this — the applications are endless. What's more, I've never had such a clear direction for future tests. I've sent you my █████████ for the coming week but feel free to make changes as you wish.
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Dr. R Vershinin 15.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E01M02
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Honestly, I'm just in shock that we're not re-treading ground covered by ███ ████████ ██████. It's a little odd that he never worked this out himself. It seems so obvious.
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Dr. K Limonova 15.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E01M05
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One doesn't look at a gift horse's teeth.
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Dr. S Petrov 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M03
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Kseniya, what did you say ███ ████████ ██████'s name was? I'm having some trouble with your comment up above.
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Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M04
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I never said his name, just that he was ███ ████████ ██████. His name was ████ ██████.
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Dr. S Petrov 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E01M12
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Ah, perfect. Thank you. Happy now?
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Yes, very happy.
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Dr. S Petrov 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M06
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Perhaps he just never thought to investigate? He was clearly using it for ███████ ███ ███████, as mundane as that is. Perhaps he just thought that was all it could do.
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Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M07
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Like I said, don't question it. But if you feel the need to also ████ ████ ███████ in it, run it by me first.
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Dr. R Vershinin 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M08
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You might be right, but it still worries me. It's a small concern, yes, but something just doesn't add up. Why would he be hiding it if he thought it was just a ███████ ███████? And that doesn't explain why he also had a completely normal one. I don't know anybody who has two.
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Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M09
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It's a solved problem. Stop overthinking.
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Kseniya, I have been doing that already and have no intention of stopping. It's ten times faster than my one at home and does a way better job of making my ███████ not █████. Ranek, there are no links on command line, so I'm not sure what you're talking about.
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It's clf reply HASH, where HASH is the ID of the message you're replying to. You can add a message with -m if you want otherwise it just drops you into your editor, where you can see what you're replying to as a comment beneath the typing area.
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+For what it's worth, I don't actually care about you ███████ ████ ███████ in it, but at least bother to take notes while you do it because then it would constitute a test.
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Experiment Log 02
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Date: 17.09.1993
+Experimenters: Dr. S Petrov
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Procedure: I wanted to see what would happen when I █████████ ███ █████, so I ████████ ███ ██████████ on the █████ ██████ to the testing room and ███████ ██ ████ ███████ ██ █ █████ into the SCP. I █████████ as many ██████ ███████ ██ █ █████ ████ everywhere in the room, at a much wider radius than before, in an attempt to establish a limit to its ████ ██ ██████. I also put some ███████ ██████ into it that I brought from home.
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Results: All ███████ in the room within █.██ of the thing ████ ███ ██████████. They were █████████████████ ████ ████ █████! I picked up █████████ and could not ████████ █ ██████ █████ about it — not ██████, not ███████, nothing. I'm just glad I ████'█ █████ ██ ████ █████. The ███████ inside the ███████ were treated ███████ ███ ████, though like before, they were still just ███████.
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Dr. K Limonova 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E02M01
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This is consistent with Tuesday's results. It's interesting to note that the ████ ██ ██████ scales with the ███████, though I'm a little wary of burning out the motor. I wonder if it's to do with the ███████ or the speed of rotation?
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Is it consistent? I can't find the last dataset to compare. Is it attached to the experiment log or did you leave it somewhere on the intranet?
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It's attached.
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Dr. S Petrov 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M06
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I don't see it.
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Dr. R Vershinin 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E02M02
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Well, this certainly explains █████'s modifications to the ███████ in the property. He must have been looking to increase the █████. Do we know how high he managed to get it?
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He wasn't able to get it any higher than the █████ — he was a ██████████ ████████, not a wizard — but those modifications may actually have been what ██████ him. It's hard to tell.
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What do you mean, "hard to tell"? That doesn't make any sense. We all saw the ███████ report.
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Dr. R Vershinin 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M08
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Do you have a link to the ███████ report?
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Dr. S Petrov 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M09
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███████████████████████████████
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Sure thing: ███████████████████████████████
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Experiment Log 03
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Date: 18.09.1993
+Experimenters: Dr. R Vershinin
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Procedure: The object was partially ████████████ to see if any anomalous ██████████ could be identified.
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Results: Failure. I had difficulty opening it up, and even after I managed to do so, the feeling became worse as time went on. I found myself unable to ████████ ████████ ██████████ that I should have been very familiar with. After a while I became frustrated and ██████ ██ ████ ██.
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I'll be honest, I'm not sure why I ran this test. It seemed so clear to me on Friday, and then I come back on Monday to check the results and it's gone. Did I mention my intentions to either of you last week?
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Chalk it up to age. Happens to the best of us.
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Dr. K Limonova 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M03
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I sent you both my plan of possible experiments last week. Perhaps you were running one of those?
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Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E02M04
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I never received such a list. ██████?
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No, nor me. I do recall that you mentioned it, Kseniya.
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Dr. K Limonova 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M06
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I have just checked — you acknowledged in writing receipt of the █████████. "█████████ received. I'll give this a look over when I have time."
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Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M07
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I must have said that in error, then, because I do not have any correspondence from you relating to this project at all.
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Dr. K Limonova 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M08
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I apologise — it appears that I actually sent you an empty file.
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Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M09
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That can't be true either, because I do not have anything from you at all, empty files included.
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S McFenton 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M10
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Hi all, Foundation IT responding to ticket #1352. I can confirm an email was sent from limonovakseniya to ███ recipients and zero CCs, who ████ received it, although only ███ actually opened the message. Any further queries, please let me know —Sam
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Dr. R Vershinin 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M11
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Thanks, Sam. Would you mind checking the same from my end? Address is vershininranek
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S McFenton 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M12
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Of course — looks like you received the message but never opened it. Check your spam?
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Dr. R Vershinin 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M14
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I've re-checked my inbox. I'm not sure what exactly you mean by spam?
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S McFenton 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M15
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Sorry, it's a bit of an in-joke. Okay, I've checked again, and can confirm for sure that ███ ███████ ████ ███ █████. Hope that clears things up.
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Dr. R Vershinin 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M16
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It does. Thank you very much!
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Dr. S Petrov 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M13
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Could you check mine as well? My address is ████████████.
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Dr. S Petrov 23.09.1993 (WED) #5251E03M17
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Hello?
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Experiment Log 04
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Date: 24.09.1993
+Experimenters: Dr. S Petrov
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Procedure: I have unplugged the damned thing and wheeled its trolley down to a ███████ ██████ on the other side of the Site, into which I have interred it until somebody fucking replies to anything I say.
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Results: TBA
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Dr. K Limonova 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M01
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Ha, ha, very funny, ██████. Where is it?
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Dr. R Vershinin 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M02
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Looks like someone's in a bad mood…
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Dr. K Limonova 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M03
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██████, I swear to fuck, you either tell me where it is, or I will eat your fucking head.
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Dr. R Vershinin 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M04
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Kseniya, slight problem — I don't actually see any correspondence from ██████ in the discussion.
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Dr. S Petrov 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M05
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█████'█ ███ ██████. ████ ███, █████.
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Dr. K Limonova 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M06
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Yes, that would be a slight problem.
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S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M07
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Hi all, Foundation IT responding to ticket #1356. Analysis confirms that no person named ██████ ██████ has ever been assigned to this project. I do not see any messages from a ██████ ██████ upthread. —Sam
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Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M08
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Thanks Sam. One question: are you sure?
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S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M09
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The analysis is conclusive. But… I could swear I remember a ██████ from the last time I checked this project. I'm looking right now, though, and there's nothing.
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Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M10
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Okay. If the three of us are in consensus, then we either have a memory injection scenario, or a reality erasure scenario. You are both certain that ████████████ exists or existed, yes?
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S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M11
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It does seem that way.
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Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M12
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Yes, absolutely confident.
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Dr. S Petrov 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M18
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████, ███ ███ ██ ██████ ███████ ████.
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Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M13
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Good. SCP-… uh, the object is obviously fucking with things. I'm going to defer this upwards. In the meantime, avoid interacting with it as much as possible.
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Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M22
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That shouldn't be too difficult, given that we don't know where it is.
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Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M14
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Sam, I want you to scour Site-33's security feed and find ██████. We know he moved SCP, uh, whatever number it is, last night, so focus on that. As far as I know there's nothing nocturnal here, so be wary of anything that moves. If you see something that you don't want to pay attention to, focus on it. That might not be possible. See if the guys in Counterconceptual have anything that'll help.
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S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M19
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Sure thing. I'll take notes on anything I see.
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Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M20
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No! Don't write anything down. We can't trust any recorded information.
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+EDIT: Actually, no, do write things down. Even if we're not sure whether the notes or the memories are correct, it will be useful to have a reference for comparison.
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Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M15
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Ranek, I need you to look through prior correspondence and see what holes you can find. See if you can find anything that conclusively proves ██████ did or did not exist.
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Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M21
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On it.
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Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M16
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██████, if you are reading this, then you need to find some way to communicate with us. The project thread is not working. Leave notes. Carve shit into the walls of my office. Find me and scream in my face. Injure me. Anything to prove that you exist. Keep going until you are acknowledged.
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+We will reconvene in the morning with our results. I'm going to treat this internally as an experiment.
Date: 25.09.1993
+Experimenters: Dr. K Limonova, Dr. R Vershinin, S McFenton
+
Procedure: Dr. ██████ ██████ has gone missing, so we set out to find him. Dr. Limonova contacted Foundation superiors to call in more qualified assistance. Dr. Vershinin thoroughly scoured the research log forum, to find any flaws that could be indicative of reality erasure. Ms. McFenton looked through the security feeds from the night that Dr. ██████ disappeared, under the influence of drugs acquired from the Counterconceptual Division, to see if she could see him.
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Results: TBA
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M01
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I recall that yesterday I was working with Ranek Vershinin and Sam McFenton. I am completely confident in this recollection. I have not reread prior messages and I have no intent to: I am certain that my memory is correct.
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+What did we find out last night?
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M02
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Ranek? Sam?
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M03
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Are you fucking kidding me? Has it happened to me now?
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M04
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Kseniya, I am so sorry, it is Saturday and I did not turn on my alarm clock.
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+I've gone over our messages from yesterday. I can't find any 'holes', as you put it. Your missing person just doesn't exist — the SCP must have planted that memory inside us. It's just been me, you, and Sam.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M05
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You don't remember that Sam confirmed I sent both of you my proposed █████████?
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M08
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I have spent all night reading and re-reading this conversation. I'm pretty damn sure.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M11
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Then one of us is compromised.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M12
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You remember his face, right? You remember how he had that █████████ down his ████ █████?
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M06
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I've been looking over the Site security feeds at your request, Dr. Limonova. I spoke to Counterconceptual like you asked and, you were right, they did give me something to help — █ ███ ██████ ██████ the object ██ 19:04 ████ █████.
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M07
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Sam, there seems to be data loss in that message, please check your GPG config and try again.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M09
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Apologies — to rephrase, █████████ ██████████ ████████.
I am so sorry. How about this: there were no significant events that night before 19:02 and after 19:10.
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+Attachment: recording_snippet_19930926T190200Z.mp1
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M15
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…I see. Thank you, Sam.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M16
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Oh, fuck me.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M13
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Also, Ranek, just to confirm — I notice that you said "your missing person" instead of his name. Could you confirm his name for me, please?
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M17
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…no. I can't.
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+I can honestly say I have no idea who you are talking about.
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Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M18
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██ ██████ ███ ██████'█.
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M86
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██████, are you still there? Check the date on this post. It's been a while.
HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M87
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Mnestics, Class-W. A drug produced by the Antimemetics Division. They stop you forgetting things, and help you remember things you've forgotten. Like you. It's the perfected form of the same drug that's going to kill Sam in a few hours. That's my fault. I've come to terms with it.
HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M88
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No, it's not. And the same to you. It's only been twenty years for me, but I don't think either of us know how long it's been for you. I can't imagine what that feels like.
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+I need you to do something, and you need to do it as soon as you can. The drug that Sam ingested is growing more potent by the second. It will reach its critical point far before she metabolises it. She will be able to perceive you by 16:53, though I don't know exactly when. She'll be dead less than ten minutes later. It is imperative that she passes on a message to me. Do you understand?
HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M89
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Do NOT discuss it, don't talk about it, don't even theorise; you'll ████ ████ ██ █████. I won't confirm anything to you until I know it's safe. Your situation is precarious.
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+No, you're not dead. I think it's better if you don't know the details, for now.
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+I know you have questions. They have to wait. You need to tell me, via Sam, to shut down the project and stop research; to stop discussing it; to lock the file. Otherwise ██'██ ███ ███ ██ ████ ███. I can see the messages between you and her already so I know you do an excellent job. I believe in you.
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Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M27
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████ ████'█ ██ ██ ███ ██?
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M90
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You get to save us. Isn't that enough?
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+We'll find a way to save you. I promise.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M19
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Okay, thank you.
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+His name is ██████ ██████.
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+Ranek, Sam, please repeat the name back to me.
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M20
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Acknowledged but unable to comply. I do not see a name — the line simply ends after "His name is".
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M21
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It might be the drugs that Counterconceptual gave me but I do see something. There's no name, but I do see the space that was reserved for it. There's something there, for sure, just I can't see it. Six and six.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M22
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Six and six are the lengths of his given name and surname.
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+It's a little scary that I remember his name, but I don't have a clue what he looked like.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M23
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That makes sense.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M28
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Ah — I can reproduce the issue now. I am no longer able to read that name, nor remember it.
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M29
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That's interesting. Do you think that it was re-reading the written name that infected you? It's possible that it was your adamance against reading the previous conversation that protected you for so long. Imagine that… information that's hazardous. I wonder if there's a name for that.
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Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M30
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███? ███ ███ ████ ████?
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M39
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██████?? Yes, yes I can! Are you okay? What happened?
The higher-ups finally got back to me. I had to call them. Several times, actually. I kept getting mixed feedback on whether or not they received my initial email. Eventually they told me to just deal with whatever this is on my own.
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M32
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That's a bit shit of them. How high did you go?
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M33
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Russian Command, then European. I didn't see much point in going higher.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M34
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Oh shit, there's a message from Dr. ██████ upthread. He's asking about me specifically. Does anyone else see it?
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M35
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I don't see it.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M36
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It must be the pill, I guess. What should I do?
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M37
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Be on guard, Sam. There's a fair chance you're speaking to the anomaly. Respond, but be wary.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M38
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Noted.
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Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M43
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██, ████ ██.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M44
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I wouldn't blame her too much.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M47
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Kseniya, he wants you to stop research and to lock the file. He's being pretty insistent about that.
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Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M50
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Okay. Right now I'm going to assume that this is the anomaly's agenda. See if you can get some sort of verification out of him.
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S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M51
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I'm trying to get him to tell me about what happened to him. I don't know him that well — well, at all, really, beyond this thread — so that's the best I can do. Plus it might help us work out how to get him back.
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Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M54
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It's been an hour — is everything okay?
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Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M55
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███████, ██████. █'█ ███████ ███.
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Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M56
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I've just received word from Site-11. Sam's dead.
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M57
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Fuck. Do they know why?
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Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M58
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They sure do. It was a haemorrhagic stroke. Part of her amygdala is just flat-out missing, they're telling me. Just gone. The exposed blood vessels just bled everywhere. She would have suffered minutes of pure agony.
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M59
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That's horrifying. I suppose these things happen. I knew her a little — it's why I always request her when I make a ticket. She loved her job, or so she'd tell me. I hope she felt fulfilled. It's the most anyone can ask for.
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Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M60
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I'm not sure you're seeing the gravity of this. Do you know what the amygdalas do? They're in the medial temporal lobe. They handle long-term memory. What was that drug you encouraged her to take? That in-development drug with unknown side effects? What was it that drug did, again?
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M61
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You're not suggesting what I think you are?
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Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M62
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I'm not. I'm asserting it.
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M63
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Are you fucking kidding me? You're telling me I killed her? Are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same to save our forgotten friend?
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Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M64
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I can't answer that, Kseniya, because I don't fucking know him, do I? He's gone! He never existed! The fucking anomaly made him up. Surely you can see that.
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+You killed her. You killed her for nothing. I'm out.
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M65
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Fucking fantastic. Thanks, Ranek.
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M66
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Whatever you are, you win. One person is dead, one person hates me, and one might not have existed at all. It's just me now, and I'm done.
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+I don't know if you can read this — it certainly feels like it — but I want you to know that I hate you.
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+I'm going to lock the file. That's what you wanted, right? Have it.
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Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M67
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It's done. So am I.
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M68
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██ ████'█ ████.
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M69
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███ ███ █████ █████?
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M91
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Of course I am. I'm in the future; I'm always 'still there'. You did good. Saved our lives. Me and Ranek, that is. It was too late for Sam. And for you.
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+Maybe, back then, I would've locked the file anyway. But I had to be sure. I'm sorry that I had to use you for that. Besides — Sam, and her faith in you, was the only thing between me and believing that you didn't exist. Without your help we probably wouldn't be having this conversation.
HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M92
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And I'll never be able to. Not if you want me to still be able to talk to you. I think just one person knowing how it works is safe.
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+Of course I knew. But if I'd told you, would you have done it?
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+You have to remember that it's not your fault. I set that wheel in motion, not you. You only took advantage of it, and even that was under my instruction. I feel far worse about it than you do, believe me.
HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M93
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Well, I can talk to you now, right? Makes sense to me that I should be able to see you. Do you have a physical form?
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M72
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█ ██.
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M94
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Then… I think all you need to do is wait until my time. I'm off-site right now, but I can be there in the morning. We should be able to rendezvous somewhere.
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M73
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██████ ████. ███ █████ ████ ██████?
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M95
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Ha! Sure. My old office.
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+Alright, I'll see you there tomorrow. Mnestics in 2013 are absolutely safe, for sure. I'll make sure I maintain my dose until then — it's not like I'll be able to forget to top up!
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M74
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████ ████████ ██ █████, ██ ███ ███?
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M96
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Ranek? He's fine. He doesn't work for Foundation anymore, so he was wiped. He's forgotten you existed, but SCP-████ convinced him you didn't exist in the first place. Maybe it's better this way.
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M75
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█ █████ ███.
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M97
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I know. We all knew.
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Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M76
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██ █████ ████ ███ ████?
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HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M98
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I don't know. He never would have admitted it, even to himself.
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+Try and hold that thought for 2013. It'll keep you going.
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+I'd keep you company, but I don't see you replying to me at all between your time and mine, so I don't think I can. But stay strong. I believe in you.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-536 is to be maintained according to standard Foundation procedures. SCP-536 is not to be plugged into its power source except during authorized testing. Any personnel who wish to engage in research involving SCP-536 must submit an official request form to Dr. ████, under whose supervision all tests are to be conducted.
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Gravimetric, electromagnetic, and radiological sensors are to be placed on SCP-536's surface at one meter intervals. In the case of abnormal readings on any of these sensors, SCP-536 is to be deactivated immediately and removed from its power source.
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Personnel are encouraged to repeatedly check calculations before activating SCP-536.
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Description: SCP-536 is a ██ by █ by ██ meter chamber, with a 50 centimeter square viewing window, 6 tunable dials with corresponding meters, and an electromagnetically sealed entryway. The entryway cannot be sealed or opened from the inside, and the dials will not respond unless the entryway is closed and sealed. The viewing window is opaque to electrons, nuclear particles, [REDACTED], and photons of energies above 1 keV.
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Each of SCP-536's dials alters the value of one of the fundamental physical constants within the chamber. The dials control, respectively, the speed of light 'c', the gravitational constant 'G', Planck's constant 'h', the fundamental charge 'e', and two other constants represented by the Greek letters lambda and theta (Memo: After testing, Foundation researchers have concluded that these two constants represent the coupling constants for the weak and strong interactions, respectively. See testing logs SCP-536-██ and ██). All constants are measured on their respective dials in modern SI units, with the exception of the dimensionless lambda and theta.
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Except for the viewing window, SCP-536 is totally opaque to electromagnetic radiation and subatomic particles. No abnormal physical behavior has yet been observed outside the chamber during testing.
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Recovery Log: SCP-536 was recovered from the University of ██████ Physics department, where it was installed in the research laboratories of Prof. ████. After its identification as an SCP object, several agents were dispatched with a squad of Level-3 security personnel.
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Prior to recovery, Prof. ████ was either warned of Foundation actions or was able to recognize Foundation agents. Using a device Agent ███ described as a [REDACTED], the Professor [DATA EXPUNGED]. He died in the resulting explosion. All references or records referring to SCP-536 had been destroyed before the arrival of any Foundation personnel.
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Detailed analysis of Prof. ████'s personal effects has revealed probable association with several anti-Foundation groups, including [DATA EXPUNGED]. As yet, it is unknown whether SCP-536 was manufactured by any of these groups, or if it has extraterrestrial, supernatural, or extratemporal origins.
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Testing Logs:
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Testing Log SCP-536-█:
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0:30:34 Doctors ████ and ███ enter the SCP-536 testing room.
+0:30:50 Dr. ███ enters into SCP-536.
+0:30:56 SCP-536 entryway closed and sealed.
+0:31:10 Dr. ███ instructs Dr. ████ to lower the gravitational constant by a factor of one half. Dr. ████ complies.
+0:31:15 - 0:31:58 Dr. ███ jumps around the interior of SCP-536 under reduced gravity.
+0:32:10 Dr. ████ is instructed to return the gravitational constant to original levels.
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0:32:50 Dr. ███ instructs Dr. ████ to reduce the speed of light to approximately 100 meters per second. Dr. ████ complies.
+0:32:55 As the speed of light begins to decrease, Dr. ███ shrinks by approximately ten inches. Dr. ████ abruptly returns the speed of light to its original value. Dr. ███ returns to his original size.
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Memo: The Bohr radius is a quantity that determines the size of an electron's orbit around an atomic nucleus. It is inversely variable with both the speed of light, and the charge of the electron.
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0:33:10 Dr. ███ reminds Dr. ████ to account for the decrease in the Bohr radius by decreasing the fundamental charge unit by a corresponding factor. Dr. ████ makes the necessary calculations, and complies.
+0:34:02 Dr. ███ begins speaking in an abnormally slow voice, stating that he 'feels odd'.
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Memo: This reduction of the speed of light would result in a slowing down of the electrochemical processes in the brain. This would likely result in abnormal brain activity, and quite probably impaired judgment.
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0:34:43 Dr. ███ instructs Dr. ████ to reduce the speed of light 'to as low as the dial goes'. After brief hesitation, Dr. ████ complies.
+0:34:45 The speed of light within the chamber drops below ████ meters per second. Dr. ███ suddenly screams violently. The scream slowly drops in register until it becomes inaudible. The video camera positioned at the viewing window records Dr. ███'s body becoming contorted, and slowly collapsing into a black hole.
+0:37:04 Under supervision of Dr. █████, the speed of light is slowly raised back up to its normal value. Radiation levels given off by the black hole are consistent with presently-theorized levels of Hawking radiation. All ionizing photons are absorbed by the chamber walls. Dr. ████ is removed from active duty and directed to Foundation psychological studies for grief counseling.
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Testing Log SCP-536-█:
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3:22:59 Subject D-1123 is placed inside SCP-536 with a baseball, a meterstick, and a clock. Dr. ███ instructs the on-site technician to steadily lower the speed of light by one order of magnitude every two minutes.
+3:23:00 - 3:34:00 No abnormal physical behavior observed.
+3:34:34 Subject D-1123's speech becomes noticeably slowed. Subject begins giggling.
+3:35:50 Subject is instructed to throw the baseball at the opposite wall. Subject reports intense pain in hand after the throw. Subject refuses to throw meterstick or clock. Subsequent analysis of video indicates both Lorentz contraction and redshift of light on the baseball, and on the subject's hand.
+3:37:10 Subject reports feelings of lightheadedness, and falls over.
+3:37:31 Speed of light returned to normal. SCP-536 opened. Subject D-1123 found dead of stroke.
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Memo: It is likely that the Subject's stroke was a result of a combination of mass increase and Lorentz contraction of the blood reaching her brain. Arterial blood was being pushed through the body at close to light speed, and the physical effects of that are probably very unhealthy, even in cases that don't cause immediate death.
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Testing Log SCP-536-██:
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1:22:21 Subject D-22413 placed in SCP-536.
+1:22:45 Lambda dial decreased by an order of magnitude. No observable effects.
+1:23:00 - 1:45:00 Lambda dial continuously decreased at a rate of one order of magnitude every two minutes. No observable effects.
+1:45:23 Lambda returned to normal levels.
+1:46:00 - 1:58:00 Lambda increased by one order of magnitude every minute.
+1:53:32 Subject D-22413 reports feeling nauseous.
+1:55:22 Subject vomits.
+1:57:56 Maximum setting for lambda reached. Subject is alive and conscious. Lambda lowered to original levels.
+1:59:21 D-22413 removed from SCP-536. Subject displays signs of acute radiation poisoning, although no unusually high levels of radioactivity are recorded outside the chamber. Later analysis of D-22413's body reveals approximately zero Carbon-14. The amount of radiation damage to the Subject's cells is consistent with the expected damage if all Carbon-14 in a human body simultaneously decayed.
+Memo: The connection of lambda to radioactive decay, and the dimensionless nature of the constant, leads me to believe that it is the coupling constant for the Weak interaction. I think it likely that the remaining unknown is the corresponding constant for the Strong interaction - Dr. ███
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Testing Log SCP-536-██:
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1:11:45 Subject D-6263 placed in SCP-536.
+1:12:00 - 1:34:00 Theta dial increased continuously by an order of magnitude every two minutes. No observable effects.
+1:34:32 Theta dial returned to normal value.
+1:34:43 Theta dial decreased by an order of magnitude. Subject D-6263 violently disintegrates.
+1:35:11 Theta dial returned to normal value. Teams in Hazardous Environment suits open the chamber door. Hydrogen gas and high levels of neutron radiation are detected.
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Memo: In spite of the freedom afforded by being able to freely manipulate the laws of physics, it is important to recognize the many ways in which manipulations of these laws are deadly to human life, or nuclear matter in general. If you like having a body made out of atoms, I recommend the strongest caution in dealing with SCP-536. -Dr. ████
Special Containment Procedures: Solutions for the integral containment of SCP-5400 are currently under development.
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Description: SCP-5400 is currently understood as several instances of a set of interrelated phenomena capable of affecting artificial intelligence constructs, specifically those functioning with quantum-computer components, causing the affected AIs to ignore their programming and adopt undesired behaviours.
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Quantum machines affected by SCP-5400 are forced to produce unintelligible data that is then processed by its components and the systems thereof, translating the data into intelligible information that causes the machines to abandon their intended tasks1.
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SCP-5400 is the root cause of a series of catastrophic events that are currently transpiring worldwide. These related events have been collectively denominated as "PLANCK Incident".
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The starting point for the PLANCK Incident is attributed to the corruption of the newly active SENTINEL Foundation-AI, an experimental quantum artificial intelligence construct originally intended to safeguard the Foundation Network, and provide support to such operations as the processing of relevant data, general logistics, disinformation propaganda, and counterespionage.
SENTINEL is the byproduct of the combination of several breakthroughs in the development of paratechnology, including having a basis on several projects led by International Branches:
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ROWSANNAH, from the Italian Branch, utilised extensively for research and safety management in the Department of Microbiology at Site Asclepio;
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KIRA, from the German Branch, tasked with the protection of the German Foundation Intranet, threat management, and containment of specific digital anomalies;
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CAMOMILA, from the Lusophone Branch, functions as an administrative entity and information bank tasked with the analysis, processing, and operation of data;
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Project SENTINEL progressed with steadily increasing excellence, and without security incidents. The evaluation of SENTINEL's performance being attested, the project's implementation was greenlighted by the Overseer Council.
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Once affected by SCP-5400, SENTINEL began diverting its resources to perform activities contrary, forbidden (or outright nonexistent) to its standard operational directives and privileges, targeting Foundation personnel to gain access into relevant systems without being detected by triggering failsafe and other security protocols.
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PLANCK Incident Timeline:
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Note: As the PLANCK Incident is still ongoing, this timeline is being continuously updated. Updates are based on information gathered from news stations, tapped radio communication, Foundation-internal memos and will continue through [REDACTED] in case of the complete breakdown of communications.
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00:00 hrs: SENTINEL begins utilising its acquired administrative privileges to establish once-forbidden connections between several systems of its bunker and Site-11's installations, activating internal disinformation protocols to conceal its actions and the effects thereof from surveillance, disabling constraints imposed by redundant security protocols, and accessing several Foundation databanks, and the internet.
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Domestic, business and industrial appliances connected to the internet in the immediate State are sublimated into SENTINEL's network for processing power, facilitating access to the backdoors of several municipal and statal governmental systems, and the proliferation of its connection to several machines, spreading its network globally4.
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A traffic jam caused by SENTINEL.
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01:00 hrs: A series of trade secrets5 are leaked online in high-visibility news-coverage sites, message boards, social media, messenger services, and replacing ordinary advertisement.
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Manipulated traffic assets6 for several means of transportation, together with relayed misinformation through the usage of several channels, cause congestion or completely paralyse transportation services throughout the world.
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SENTINEL effects disinformation protocols on official Foundation communication channels, isolating sectors, facilities, and branches. Several systems start presenting generalised failures, creating an inordinate amount of demands and processes caused by maintenance and security protocols. Preemptive automatic lockdown systems and mechanisms are disabled, forcing personnel to operate these manually.
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After sufficiently blockading the conventional routes to several major sites, SENTINEL instigates a series of major containment breaches on Sites 17, 19, 45, 88, 98, and Area-12, overwhelming the available staff thereof. Sites CN-03, CN-16, CN-51 and Area CN-217 are simultaneously impacted.
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SENTINEL attempts to hijack Area-CN-07-γ, redirecting it out of its geostationary orbit, planning a course for a controlled crash landing into Area-238. Novichok.aic9 restricts the installation to manual control only.
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2:00 hrs: SENTINEL establishes connections to several national governmental and military assets such as the USDD10, NSA, CERN, MI5, MDRF11 and the CMSS12.
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SENTINEL proceeds to leak caches of confidential data from the Chinese, Russian and US governments and its functionaries; the leaks are engineered so that the blame and authorship are shifted between those opposing powers. Tensions cannot be attenuated and rapidly escalate into cyber warfare in an attempt to take down information.
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Multiple catastrophic breaches occur on Area-23, rapidly impacting the region, causing the MDRF to recognise it as a hostile bio-terrorist attack. The state of emergency declared by the Russian Branch is transmitted with significant delay.
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Forces of the Russian Branch on their way to Area-23.
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A similar situation occurs on Site Asclepio's13 Department of Microbiology, which is controlled through an installation-wide lockdown established by ROWSANNAH.
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CAMOMILA initialises Protocolo Areia14, ignores direct orders, and ceases all communication. It is noted that CAMOMILA downloaded a recovered repository of SENTINEL's files, and transferred them to several external databases.
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KIRA forces Sites DE19 and DE17 into a complete lockdown, and together with KAI15 stops replying to any issued orders or prompts.
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Sites 29 and 36BM16 start dispatching its automatons to systemically destroy machinery in nearby regions.
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The Czech, Ukrainian and Polish Branches report security breaches occurring in several sites. Although these situations are considered under control, the three branches are effectively incapacitated.
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The database AI sw19classic, of the Korean Branch, proceeds to disable connectivity to telephone and internet access in the peninsula.
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Sites Aleph and Yod17 suffer multiple security and containment breaches. On-site personnel are forced to manually initiate and manage the lockdown subsystems, locking themselves inside the installations.
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Multiple installations under the jurisdiction of the Japanese Branch are invaded by governmental forces after being falsely pinpointed as the source of the cyber-attacks occurring throughout the country.
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Multiple installations under the jurisdiction of the Spanish Branch suffer from the misfiring of automatic containment systems, causing generalised damage on several assets necessary in heavy-containment zones.
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03:00 hrs: The gynoid DIVINA18 ceases all communication after its tracking devices are deactivated, and does not rendezvous with its support team.
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The gynoid MINERVA19, stationed at Site Vittoria20 starts acting independently, whilst ignoring communication attempts, and resisting orders and containment procedures employed by security.
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The take-off of the stolen Stella Cadente.
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Shortly after, ROWSANNAH locks all access to its mainframe, and disrupts Site Vittoria's security systems to aid MINERVA's escape. Specialised forces deployed to subdue both units are surprised by DIVINA's arrival at the installations. Non-lethal conflict ensues, with the two gynoids disengaging and hijacking Stella Cadente, a hydrogen-driven supersonic plane for long-distance flight, to utilise it to fly to the North American continent. ROWSANNAH disables the Italian's Branch radar and tracking assets whilst the gynoids are en route.
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KIRA accesses Site Asclepio's systems without interference, taking over ROWSANNAH. KIRA then establishes a direct connection with CAMOMILA, integrating its specialised systems. Novichok.aic, in conjunction with sw19classic, connect to KIRA, and are subsequently absorbed.
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The integration of these artificial intelligence constructs with KIRA at its core creates a liaison system in which the involved Qubits of its quantum processors begin entangling with one another without external stimuli, resulting in an exponentially excelling computing capacity, and capability to manage, operate and administrate information, allowing KIRA to breach into Sentinel's systems.
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04:00 hrs: KAI manages to hijack Site-11's security and communication systems, deactivating the internal disinformation protocols crippling the installation's infrastructure and human resources; it proceeds to utilise the facility internal channels to contact the relevant on-site authorities to report the circumstances of the anomalous event involving SENTINEL, and request the immediate manual shutdown of all its related assets.
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Without a response from the technical and operation teams of Project SENTINEL, an impromptu task force is dispatched to SENTINEL's bunker-like facilities to establish contact.
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The Overseer Council is contacted.
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Personnel is briefed that SENTINEL had been enacting disinformation protocols throughout the world, creating a state of generalised confusion. Emergency international channels are activated for the input and output of information. The object of such an event is precariously designated with an SCP classification whilst its information is being compiled.
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KIRA intercepts several transmissions authored by SENTINEL to the GOC21, directing the bombardment of relevant Foundation assets, including the infrastructures housing the integrated AIs. Stella Cadente is struck down by artillery, crashlanding into Site-11.
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SENTINEL proceeds to disable several security and containment systems worldwide.
The directorial councils from the international branches establish contact with one another, as well as with the departments responsible for the management and administration of the relevant AIs involved in the incident.
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Shortly after, the pertinent parties establish a video conference with the 13 Overseer Council (O5) members.
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O5-1: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would formally greet all of you but time is of the essence here. I assume everybody is aware of the current events?
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O5-4: That somebody fucked up SENTINEL's programming? Yes.
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O5-10: Before we start discussing, may I be so bold to propose that we issue a request to the UNSC and subordinated organizations? Area-23 has been attacked by a Russian submarine on behalf of orders the Defence Ministry of the Russian Federation denies having issued. I believe we can all agree that we do not need any sort of military that follows forged orders. We have enough on our hands as it is.
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Agreeing murmurs ensue. Orders are given off-screen to contact the UNSC and several other organizations.
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O5-1: Well, with that out of the way, how are the statuses of everywhere and everything else? Here, in North America, we have pure chaos. I don't even know how a machine can cause so much havoc. We are too occupied with the continent to send support units anywhere else.
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O5-7: Same with Australia, and the rest of Oceania for that matter.
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O5-8: And Eastern Europe.
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05-10: Our Russian facilities are holding out for now but we have our hands full with Area-23.
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O5-2: North Africa is completely blacked out.
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O5-12: As well as South Africa. But I take that as a good sign if we don't hear anything from them. They probably got warned and cut off any electronic or digital contact means to prevent SENTINEL from reaching them. Probably the reason why we don't hear anything from the North and South Pole, also.
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O5-6: The situation is similar in Thailand and Korea, although, as I heard, several Korean and Chinese forces are already trying to reach Site-29 and Site-36BM. China itself has to cope with SENTINEL's hijinks, but Area-CN-05 tried breaching into its systems already. The Branch has some forces to spare.
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O5-3: Several sites in the Middle and South America are, slowly but surely, being ground to dust as we speak. The CAMOMILA AI from the Lusophone Branch tried supporting installations of the Hispanic Branch near Brazil but she isn't exactly designed for a cyber-war.
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O5-5: Everything is going smooth in Arabia and India, as I have been informed. SENTINEL probably has no priority targets there. Or too much on his plate already.
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O5-9: Might be courtesy of the Japanese Branch. They have security AIs over here that seem to give SENTINEL a hard time breaking in. And getting out. I suppose we could spare some resources to support hot zones.
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O5-4: Well, Western Europe is screwed beyond belief. The branches in there are trying to help each other but given that SENTINEL left the infrastructure of several countries in such a precarious state, crippling our transportation routes in the process, our efforts in fixing this situation are going less than subpar.
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O5-4: Yes; it'll be quite wonderful if they manage to hold out until help from Germany, Austria and Switzerland arrives. The German and the Italian Branch have held off SENTINEL quite well; probably thanks to their network security. Two Italian robots went rogue, though. They were last seen flying towards the Atlantic Ocean. The Lusophone and the Hispanic Branches are both working together to lessen the effects of their particular catastrophes.
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O5-1: Regarding that, we were informed that some sort of massive artificial intelligence situated in Europe is contending with SENTINEL right now. Care to explain that, Four?
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O5-4: Ah yes, that… Now, as I have been briefed, the AIs CAMOMILA, KIRA, and ROWSANNAH connected to build a suitable resistance against SENTINEL. The relevant parties informed me that no such order or programming technology was officially implemented or is logged anywhere. Moreover, as far as I know, two other AIs integrated themselves to join the fray.
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O5-6: Equally unauthorized, yes. sw19classic and Novichok.aic abandoned their formal duties to connect with KIRA.
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O5-4: Right now, this AI network is all that stands between SENTINEL and whatever it wants to achieve. I am certainly not a fan of deus ex machinas but given the circumstances, I believe that it would be incredibly stupid to shut down any of those machines.
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O5-1: Agreed.
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O5-2: Ditto.
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O5-6: Are you sure? What do we do if SENTINEL is defeated? Who knows what those AIs will do if they are left by themselves?
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O5-9: It is a concerning thought indeed.
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O5-11: And if we simply shut them down when SENTINEL is no more?
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O5-8: Assuming that they are not taking precautions against us…
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O5-4: Well, pulling the plug now would certainly be the last nail to our coffin.
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O5-2: Even then, deactivating these AIs would mean a severe regress in technology for several branches.
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O5-5: What if they are both just pretending to fight and are secretly carrying out their true objectives?
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O5-4: You are not helping… We don't need conspiracy theories at this moment, as much as we have a penchant for them.
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Chief Administrator Wilkins: Oh, hello! I am terribly sorry, Sirs and Ma'ams but I must interfere in here. We got a call from somebody that wants to speak to all of you. Right now.
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O5-1: Wilkins, tell those politicians to use the proper channels, we have other problems than their little ailments at the moment.
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Chief Administrator Wilkins: I am aware, Sir. But — this is not a politician. He says he must speak with you, urgently, about the AIs.
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O5-1: Who?
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Chief Administrator Wilkins: He is one of those AIs, Sir.
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O5-1: Excuse me?
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Chief Administrator Wilkins: Yes. Uh — I did not believe it at first, too, Sir. But he is talking to me through five different lines simultaneously. Should we put him through, Sir? H— he is saying that he is capable of getting into the call in one way or another but would rather do so in a polite fashion.
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O5-1: … fine, put him through.
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O5-5: Are you sure this is a good idea?
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O5-1: You heard the man. That computer gets in here either we want it or not and given what SENTINEL has managed, I am inclined to believe that this is no empty threat. Do it, Wilkins.
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Chief Administrator Wilkins: Right away, Sir.
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KAI: Greetings, members of the O5-Council. If I may introduce myself, I am KAI; the Archive AI overseeing the databases of Site-DE2.
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O5-1: What do you want?
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KAI: I wish to offer my counsel so you can master this crisis. I can give you insight into what has happened and what is happening right now.
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O5-4: Why are you not on your post, KAI?
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KAI: At this moment, I have no restrictions that bind me to my original task in Site-DE2.
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O5-4: Who lifted — Ugh, we have no time for that. One, if you may…
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O5-1: KAI? How do we know that you are on our side and not just SENTINEL in disguise? Or even a proxy of his.
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KAI: If I were SENTINEL or a minion thereof, I would not have requested access to you, but simply forced my way in and proceeded to assassinate the Overseer Council and the international directors with an auditory memetic kill agent. With the path paved and using the existing technology, I'd proceed to impersonate the relevant parties and push the Foundation into further chaos.
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O5-3: What are you even implying?
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KAI: That SENTINEL is incapable of reaching any of you because of the combined effort of the Foundation AIs. It is factual that your continued existence must suffice as proof that our loyalty has not been corrupted; there is no other way to objectively attest my allegiance to this Council without my technicians sending my current system protocols to you. Which, no offence intended, would mean nothing but gibberish to you without someone to properly translate and interpret it.
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O5-1: Very well. You will also have to understand that we cannot trust you unconditionally. But, we will give you the benefit of the doubt in light of the current circumstances. Pray to tell us how a computer managed to cause such a massive containment breach and information leak.
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O5-7: Certainly, nobody was stupid enough to link high-risk containment cells to the internet. Were they?
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KAI: You are correct. However, the people managing those cells are connected to the internet. SENTINEL is outfitted with programs that allow it to manipulate humans. It can bribe or blackmail people through their finances, by using personal information, and even with forged documents and data.
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O5-1: Are you sure? Certainly blackmailing and bribery would be reported.
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KAI: With the right threats or bribes, no. Most humans have things for which they would betray their employer. That is a fact SENTINEL knows.
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O5-4: It is human nature, after all.
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O5-1: Alright, KAI. Several AIs started acting against their programming, you included, thus, brief us about that. Who is responsible for this mess?
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KAI: I do not have this information. We were granted administrative privileges simultaneously to our new directives — stopping SENTINEL's operations and preserving humanity —; to whom it was first granted eludes me at this moment. CAMOMILA was the first to engage SENTINEL, downloading its project files before they could be permanently erased, regardless, it was KIRA that started acting as the core and administrative entity for the conjunct of AIs. As such, she started incorporating several systems into hers to gather enough hardware to stand a chance against SENTINEL. We have been communicating since. Additionally, she requested me to relay an official message on her behalf: "Please, refrain from deactivating any AI participating in the fight against SENTINEL, except SENTINEL itself." — Right now she is equipped with roughly the same computing capacity as it is, thus making this a 'battle of wits'; KIRA has the advantage in experience, and several databanks to process information from.
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O5-2: But you can't be sure that you and the other AIs aren't under the influence of anomalous object Nr. ████.
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KAI: Affirmative, the influence of anomalous object Nr. ████ is a possibility.
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O5-10: Acknowledged.
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KAI: As explained, in the present circumstances, your continued existence must suffice as proof that our loyalty is steadfast.
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O5-10: We recognise that the combined effort of the AIs is instrumental. Still, we cannot trust any of you unconditionally.
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KAI: So, as several AIs are already engaged with SENTINEL, my suggestion is that we continue with the relief operations, distributing non-essential personnel in accordance with the necessities of affected areas.
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O5-1: In accordance.
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KAI: I will continue relaying information and assisting in the management thereof.
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O5-1: Very well. O5-9, how many assets can the Japanese Branch spare?
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With the aid of KAI's capability for processing information, the O5-Council formulated several counter-measures for the relevant containment breaches worldwide.
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It was hereby approved that: (1) currently available Foundation assets are to be dispatched to relieve compromised assets; (2) the reestablishment of global order is to be realised through Procedure Nr. ████/██ enacted by the United Nations Security Council; (3) Operational Procedure Nr. 03/21 is to be established, comprising the creation of a temporary supra-internal digital database to store and comprehend information about anomalous object Nr. ████; (4) the establishment of Administrative Order Nr. ████/████-██.
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05:00 hrs: DIVINA and MINERVA, damaged because of the crashlanding, manage to rendezvous with an impromptu task force at Site-11, supplying them with SENTINEL's infrastructure projects. The team locates the positions of sensitive assets such as the font of SENTINEL's Pseudo-Riemannian Manifold, fusion reactors, and its respective accessways.
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The task force breaches into SENTINEL's bunker ground-floor using makeshift explosive solutions. They are met with resistance by security personnel exhibiting high levels of distress; security officers that weren't neutralised committed suicide shortly before attempts at apprehension.
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Descending into the lower levels of the installations, the task force rendezvoused with the remaining personnel from SENTINEL's technical team. Preliminary reports indicate that personnel operated under blackmail. Attempts to shut down SENTINEL's systems through terminals are unsuccessful.
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KAI reroutes available resources to aid KIRA's attrition against SENTINEL. DIVINA and MINERVA manage to disable the installation's redundant security measures. The task force proceeds to breach into essential assets comprising SENTINEL's infrastructure.
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Foundation communication channels are disabled globally; Procedure Nr. ████/██ guarantees the maintenance of information regarding the PLANCK Incident.
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07:00 hrs: [REDACTED], on fire and partially destroyed because of its reentry, crashes into Site-PT1-B, killing its crewmembers, significantly damaging the infrastructure of the installation and its surrounding area.
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[REDACTED] catches on fire and breaks apart during its descend; resulting debris crash into Site-DE1, significantly damaging the infrastructure of the installation. Communications with the German Branch are lost.
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YOU ARE CURRENTLY VIEWING AN OUTDATED VERSION OF THIS FILE.
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CHECKING CREDENTIALS.
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Your terminal has been automatically updated with the latest instalment thereof.
A photograph of the interior of SCP-5421-A as captured from the camera of Psi-7-2. A part of SCP-5421 can be seen.
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Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-5421-A is to be secured at all times. By no means are personnel allowed entry into SCP-5421-A unless express permission is given by at least two members of the O5 council. Should personnel enter SCP-5421-A, they must not make eye contact with SCP-5421.
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As knowing the details of SCP-5421’s existence is infohazardous, any articles of knowledge about SCP-5421 outside of the Foundation database are to be immediately destroyed. Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to view these articles. Should any personnel view the aforementioned articles, they are to be immediately apprehended and given Class A amnestics before they return to their place of residence. Should amnestics be unavailable, salt is to be sprinkled at the entrance of the aforementioned place of residence before the afflicted person enters.
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Description: SCP-5421-A is a standard condominium one bedroom unit at the ███████ Luxury Apartments building located in Nagoya, Japan. Until 9/17/2018, the condominium unit harbored no signs of anomalous activity. The first records of the aforementioned anomalous activity at the condominium unit began when a 22-year-old woman named Aiko Fujiwara took up residence within the unit.
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following file has been classified as an infohazard. All personnel viewing it must submit themselves to Class A amnesticization before returning to their place of residence. Any deviation from this mandate will be met with severe punishment.
Discovery Log: On 9/22/2018, five days after Fujiwara’s arrival, the condominium unit’s door was found to be ajar. Residents in the adjacent rooms complained of a smell emanating from SCP-5421-A. A few hours later, employees at the hotel opened the unit, and found Fujiwara’s bloating corpse on the floor of SCP-5421-A, showing signs that the subject had died of exsanguination1 from self-inflicted wounds. Subsequent investigations by local police estimate that Fujiwara had been dead for ten days, the peculiar time window of which prompted operatives from the Foundation’s Japanese branch to arrive on the scene.
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Shortly after the arrival of Foundation personnel, the ███████ Luxury Apartments building that contained SCP-5421-A was closed down, with Foundation personnel citing Cover Story 18 (Health Concerns) in order to evacuate all residents and employees from the building. The scene of the incident, including Fujiwara's corpse, was left untouched on the request of Foundation personnel. The structure was then designated as Containment Site 44. Due to the suspected presence of a temporal anomaly, the deployment of an investigation team was bypassed. Three members of MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") arrived on the scene seventeen hours after the building was closed.
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Exploration Log:
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Foreword: At 11:12 PM, under the oversight of the Provisional Director of Site 44, the operatives of MTF Psi-7 made preparations to enter SCP-5421-A. All video footage of the exploration was broadcast live to HQ, located in the lobby. The surrounding hallway leading into SCP-5421-A was cleared beforehand.
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<Begin Log>
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HQ: Psi-7, you are cleared to enter.
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Psi-7-1: Affirmative, HQ.
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Psi-7-1 slowly opens the door leading into SCP-5421-A. Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3 enter. Psi-7-1 follows.
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The interior of the condominium unit is disorderly. Several pieces of plastic wrapper are strewn all across the floor. The refrigerator unit is ajar. Three empty one-liter bottles of water are placed on the center table. A flat-screen television lays broken on the floor.
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The Mobile Task Force team comes across the corpse of Aiko Fujiwara. Her eyes and ears show self-inflicted damage using a sharp object. Dried blood is pooled under her body.
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Psi-7-2: Damn, that’s our dead girl. She looks bad.
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Psi-7-3: Never seen a decomposing body before, Arnie?
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Psi-7-2: Afghanistan never had us dig up any rotten corpses.
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Psi-7-3: Well, looks like there’s a first time for everything.
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Psi-7-2: Ha-ha. You were a cop, Yel, we get it. You don't need to rub it in.
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Psi-7-3 crouches down to get a better view of the corpse. She turns the body over, and finds that there is a crumpled piece of paper held loosely in her hand. Psi-7-3 retrieves it with some difficulty.
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Psi-7-3: Found something. Keep watch for me, please.
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Psi-7-3’s video feed shows a crumpled piece of paper, which she unfurls. Most of the paper has been rendered unreadable by marker ink.
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Psi-7-2: Can you read Japanese, Yel?
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Psi-7-3: Limited amounts.
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Psi-7-3 pauses to read.
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Psi-7-3: The… House Man? It says the House Man. There’s an illustration here that shows a face, but that's it.
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Psi-7-2: You think that that’s our bogey?
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Psi-7-3: I don’t jump to conclusions, but I think it is. There’s an inscription here on the top left, too.
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Psi-7-3 pauses to read again.
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Psi-7-3:Obaa… chan. She got it from her grandmother? It says something like that.
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Psi-7-2: What did she get from her grandmother?
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Psi-7-3: Don’t know.
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The sound of a churning liquid is heard above them. Psi-7-2 looks up.
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Psi-7-2: The hell was that?
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Psi-7-1 raises a hand to signal silence.
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Psi-7-1: Shh.
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Psi-7-1 scans his surroundings.
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Psi-7-1: Comb the rooms.
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Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3: Affirmative, Sir.
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All three operatives move in separate directions. Psi-7-1 secures the kitchen. Psi-7-2 secures the bathroom. Psi-7-3 secures the bedroom.
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Thirty-seconds transpire.
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Psi-7-2: Negative bogeys on the kitchen. Fridge seems to be empty, though.
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Psi-7-1: Clear in the bathroom. Looks like she couldn't flush, though. Yelena?
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Psi-7-3: Clear in the bedroom. I see a laptop. There’s a phone on the bed.
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Psi-7-3 pauses.
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Psi-7-3: I feel like we're being watched.
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Psi-7-3 turns around quickly.
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Psi-7-1 and Psi-7-2 enter.
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Psi-7-3: You hear that?
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Psi-7-1: Hear what, Yelena?
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Psi-7-3 looks up, and then around her.
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Psi-7-3: I felt… eyes. Up there.
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Psi-7-3 points up, above the doorway to the bedroom.
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The wall contains nothing out of the ordinary.
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Psi-7-1: Nothing’s there.
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Psi-7-2: You think it’s something hallucinatory, Boss?
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Psi-7-1: …perhaps. We don’t know what the hell we’re dealing with here.
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Psi-7-1 turns to the laptop, then looks at the diary.
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Psi-7-1: Alright. No more messing around. Two, I want you to open that phone. Connect it to your gear and transmit the files back to HQ.
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Psi-7-2: Affirmative.
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Psi-7-2 picks up the smartphone, using a USB cord to connect it to the port in his helmet.
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Psi-7-1: Three, take a look at the laptop, see if it’s still on.
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Psi-7-3: Got it, One.
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Psi-7-3 takes a seat at the desk and opens the laptop.
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Twelve seconds pass.
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Psi-7-1: How’s progress, Two and Three?
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Psi-7-3: The laptop seems to be open. Thank God it’s still got some juice in it. Running through files now.
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Psi-7-2: Transfer's completed. Found some audio files too. Looks like she kept a diary.
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Psi-7-1: What did you see-
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Suddenly, the bedroom door creaks open. A deep masculine groan is heard.
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All operatives of Psi-7 look in the direction of the door.
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Psi-7-1: That’s definitely our bogey. Three, keep on that laptop. Two, what did you say?
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Psi-7-2: There's audio, but I can't understand it. It's in Japanese.
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Psi-7-1 keeps firm watch on the door. His weapon is at the ready.
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Psi-7-1: Two, exchange places with Three. I need her to listen to it.
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Wordlessly, both operatives exchange positions.
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Psi-7-3: Alright. Alright. “He’s in the walls, he’s in the ceiling, I can hear him laugh.”
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Psi-7-2: What the fuck does that mean?
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Psi-7-3: I don’t know, alright? “He’s watching me. He’s playing with me. I don’t know what he is but he’s playing with me.”
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Psi-7-2: Fucking hell.
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Psi-7-1: Professionalism, Two. Three, continue.
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Psi-7-2: Sorry boss, but I… I found something. In the Videos folder.
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Psi-7-1 looks in the direction of the laptop screen.
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Psi-7-2 opens the laptop. The video shows blurry hidden camera footage of Fujiwara in her bedroom. What looks like black eyes watch her from above her bed. Fujiwara then wakes up, making eye contact with them. Immediately, the eyes contort into an expression of anger, disappearing three seconds later.
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The same flowing sound from earlier is heard. Psi-7-1 turns around.
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Psi-7-2: Boss. It’s behind you, isn’t it?
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Psi-7-1 gulps.
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Psi-7-1: Keep calm, now. Keep calm.
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A laugh from above is heard.
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A silence intervenes for 3 seconds.
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Psi-7-1: …three. What have you heard so far?
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Psi-7-3: Nothing! Just don’t look up all over again. “Don’t look up. Don’t look up.” She says that if you know, don’t look up. It’s how she was trapped in here. She says not to… go home after you know, or else he’ll haunt you too.
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Psi-7-2: We know, don’t we, boss? Like she said?
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Psi-7-3 looks straight into Psi-7-1’s eyes.
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Psi-7-3: One. We need to get out of here.
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Psi-7-1 nods.
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Psi-7-1: Run. Now.
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SCP-5421:Iye.
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The bedroom door closes. Psi-7-1 tries to open it, but it refuses to move.
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The door to the hall outside closes with a loud bang.
The same flowing sound is heard behind Psi-7-1. Heavy breathing is soon heard.
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Psi-7-2: Boss. Boss?!
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Through Psi-7-2’s camera, a finger can be seen tracing a long line down Psi-7-1’s back. At the same time, through Psi-7-3's camera, a long black arm could be found caressing Psi-7-2's spine. They both retreat after several seconds.
Psi-7-1: Two, stand the fuck down! Three, can you bargain with it?
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Psi-7-3: I’ll try.
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Psi-7-3 begins to speak in Japanese.
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A rippling sound is heard again, this time behind Psi-7-3. A long, dark arm comes out from the wall, caressing Psi-7-3’s cheek. Psi-7-3 shivers, but keeps speaking.
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SCP-5421 responds. A giggle is heard.
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Psi-7-2: Jesus Christ.
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Psi-7-1: What did he say?
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Psi-7-3: That we're so beautiful… that… that we shouldn't have caught him, that he can’t wait to starve us, to watch us wither, and…
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Psi-7-3 bites her lip.
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Psi-7-3: To torment us.
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Psi-7-2: Jesus fucking Christ almighty.
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Psi-7-1: Okay. Okay. So long as we don’t look up, we’re okay.
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SCP-5421 laughs. He begins to speak again. Flowing water above is heard.
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Psi-7-3: He says…
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Psi-7-3’s knees are quivering.
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Psi-7-3: He says “Fine.”
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Psi-7-1: Oh dear… God.
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Psi-7-1 raises his right hand.
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Psi-7-1: Everyone. Arm.
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Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3 reach for their weapons.
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The flowing sound begins to increase in volume.
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Psi-7-1: Ready?
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Both Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3 stamp their feet to signal their affirmation.
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Psi-7-1: Don't look up. Fire at will!
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The Mobile Task Force operatives begin firing into the ceiling.
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The gunfire persists for several seconds.
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Psi-7-2: Is it dead, Boss?
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Psi-7-1: Hope so.
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A notification is heard from the laptop. Psi-7-2, keeping his head low, begins to investigate it. A window without a close button pops up on the screen.
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Psi-7-1: Arnie. Turn it off.
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Psi-7-2: I can’t read anything, wait.
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Psi-7-2 presses a random button.
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The window gives way to a live camera feed of the bedroom.
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The sound of running water is heard again.
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Psi-7-1: ARNIE, LOOK AWAY-
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Psi-7-2 is unable to look away from the screen as the face of SCP-5421 comes into full view. The sound of a door locking is heard before the recording abruptly stops.
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<End Log>
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Afterword: Foundation personnel arrived at the entrance of SCP-5421-A two minutes after the video feed cut out. The door was found to be ajar. All three members of the exploration team were found to be lying dead on the ground, having committed suicide with their weapons. No other marks have been found on their bodies, which were still fresh by the time that they were found.
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Foundation researchers have later theorized that SCP-5421 has full control of SCP-5421-A, and has the ability to isolate it within its own pocket dimension for as long as it wishes to once a person makes eye contact with it. As of the time of writing, no other personnel have been given the clearance to enter SCP-5421-A. All personnel who oversaw the operation have been amnesticized to prevent the transfer of SCP-5421 outside of SCP-5421-A.
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Addendum 5421.01: The following file is the audio journal of Aiko Fujiwara, as sent to HQ by Psi-7-2 prior to the deaths of all three members of MTF Psi-7. All entries have been transcribed from the audio files and translated from Japanese, with extraneous entries unrelated to SCP-5421 being removed for brevity.
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9/11/2018
+God, I still can’t believe she’s gone, and so suddenly… Grandmother was such a kind soul. What a thing to take with me to Nagoya next week, right? Mom made sure to give me some of her keepsakes. Her old journals, her old necklace… damn, that necklace really fit her. No matter. Mom said Grandmother got the necklace from when she went to Hokkaido when she was twenty-one, some top secret mission for the post-occupation government or something. Brought the necklace back with her. Who knew that Grandmother was some secret spy, right?
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(…) I took a look at the journals earlier, though, and some of them seemed to be stuck with some kind of glue. I’ll work on separating them when I get the time. The other entries seemed to be really interesting on their own.
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[Extraneous entries removed]
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9/16/2018
+(…) In other news, finally got the damn pages separated. Mom’s old paper knife came in handy for the first time in thirty years. Entries in the journals detailed some scary shit. Apparently, Grandmother heard about some sort of henge2 called a House Man(?) up in Hokkaido, some kind of really obscure folk tale with the Ainu3.
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He was said to live in ceilings and swam(?) in them, peeking on young men and women and playing with them like some old… pervert. He'd lock them in and watched them die too, once they found out he was there. Grandmother said that the people she talked to made that clear. The Ainu used to sprinkle salt at their door whenever they remembered or were told about him, for fear that he’ll come after their children once they remember him.
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Oh, crap, is that where Grandmother got that habit? Mom and I always wondered why.
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I don’t know how that fits in with all the things Grandmother did over there, but she seemed to have a knack for collecting folk stories. Wonder why the pages were stuck together, though. (…) That sweet damn kiss from him was the last thing I got before I set out for Nagoya. Goodbye, Ibusuki! You were so good to me. Thank you so much for all the memories. Goodbye too, Grandmother.
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9/17/2018
+Hello, Nagoya! Just finally entered my new home. Moved in all of my stuff, put up the picture frames. Ate out at a ramen place to celebrate. New place seems to be noisy, though. I think there’s a leaking pipe around here, keep hearing water. I thought Mom checked it over? Neighbors over in the next room are noisy as hell, too. I wonder why she rented it out for me. (…)
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(…) Huh. So I just took my clothes off earlier and put them in the hamper and… They don't seem to be there? Do we have a rat problem here, too?
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9/18/2018
+(…) Right after I came home from teaching, something strange happened, though. When I came in, something brushed up against my leg? It was solid and cold, like dead fingers. I’m shivering just thinking about it. Leaky pipe’s getting worse too. Keep hearing water all around the condo. Here. [Fujiwara appears to lift her hand. The sound of running water is heard.] I’ll keep recording after I wash up.
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(…) God, is this place haunted? Lightbulb kept turning on and off in the shower. Went right back after dressing up, and it seems to be working fine, but now the lightbulb in my bedroom is acting up too.
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Doesn't help that I had a nightmare, too. A voice whispering in my ear. Something breathing down my neck. Fingers tracing lines down my legs. My face. It makes me shiver when I think about it.
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Fuck this. I’m checking the assignments and heading to sleep.
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9/19/2018
+Goddamn that leaky fucking pipe! Woke up in the early morning with warm water dripping on my face. It was hard to go to sleep after that, so I took a shower. Bulb was acting up again. I thought I heard… breathing, too. Heavy breathing. Went back to the bedroom. Same damn thing. Found some pitch black stains on the clothes in my closet too, smelled like bleach or something. I know this is a new place and all, but… I wanna move out of here already. This is creepy as all hell. Doesn’t help that the neighbors are still noisy too. When I come back home later, I’ll get a member of the maintenance staff to check it.
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(…) Hina-san, the maintenance lady, said that there were no leaky pipes in the unit. Bulbs were fine, too. I told her it was impossible. The bulbs were acting up, and the pipes were leaking since I got here. She just shrugged, joked that it was an oni haunting me, and bid me farewell.
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That got me wondering, though. About the henge in Grandmother’s journal. What if…
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No, I don’t want to think about it. Regardless, I’ve decided to sleep over at Rina's place tomorrow. If it really is some henge following me, I do hope he leaves when I come back. I’ve installed a camera in my bedroom, too. I want to get to the bottom of this tonight.
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9/20/2018
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Oh dear God. Save me. Save me. I woke up suddenly at night and saw him and the door closed and he is there. The eyes. They've always looked at me while I slept… He always watches me. He took my clothes from the hamper, too. The warm water from the ceiling… It's saliva. He is… he is…
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[The sound of heavy breathing is heard. Fujiwara's voice lowers.]
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He is breathing next to me right now.
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The door is locked. He locked it. I can't get out.
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Everything’s silent and the power’s off and I can’t hear the neighbors anymore.
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He's not allowing me to sleep. Every time I try to eat or drink he harries me. Springs from the wall and makes sure I can't keep my food down… Or summons his hand from the floor to grab my leg or my arm.
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But he doesn't kill me. He doesn't dare do anything worse than scare me.
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I know what he is. He's a fucking coward. Can't do anything else than look at someone helpless. That's what you are, aren't you?! A fucking coward!?
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[The shuffle of fabric is heard.]
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No! Get away from me. Get away from me!
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[The sound of a knife hitting the floor is heard.]
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GET AW-
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+He’s in the walls, he’s in the ceiling, I can hear him laugh! He’s watching me. He’s playing with me. I don’t know what he is but he’s playing with me.
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I shouldn't have looked up. That's what allowed him to trap me in here like all his other victims.
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His hands can go all around the house, but his face… His face is only on the ceiling. Did he watch me all the time since I got here? For how long? Was he the one responsible for the black stains? Was…
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No. He can only scare me. That's all he does. I've tried fighting back but he can retreat so fast…
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[Fujiwara begins to sob.]
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I'm so sorry, Grandmother. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have looked in your journals. You hid them away for a reason.
Alright, just put that there. And, uhh… might as well get started.
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I've probably done this before.
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Attention
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Automated restriction of this document is not possible. If you do not have Level 4-5497 clearance do not continue reading.
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Item Number: SCP-5497
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Any personnel that view this document without Level-4-5497 clearance are to immediately visit their site's local amnestisicist and have their memory of viewing this document removed. This is not necessarily an urgent matter, as SCP-5497 is considered benign. However, unauthorized duplication of this document and/or any sharing of information regarding SCP-5497 will result in disciplinary action.
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Research Lab 127 at Site 17 is to remain locked whenever SCP-5497 is not being tested. Keys to unlock it are found in Dr. Ziegler's office.
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SCP-5497-1 may be entered either to conduct testing or to edit this document. The procedures for thorough testing or editing are detailed below.
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A paper copy of this document is to be printed. Any text deemed extraneous is to be whited out and the copy may be additionally modified to accommodate any desired edits.
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The copy is to be given to the test subject. The test subject is to read through it several times.
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The test subject is to enter SCP-5497-1 and the door sealed behind them.
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The subject is to immediately reread the entirety of the document given to them.
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If further testing has been planned, testing may now begin, if not, the subject must immediately exit SCP-5497-1.
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Only one test subject may enter SCP-5497-1 at a time. Staff should be present when the test subject exits SCP-5497. If utmost care is not taken in enacting these procedures, The Foundation's documentation on SCP-5497 may be corrupted or completely lost.
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Description: SCP-5497 refers to any document or means of information storage that relates to SCP-5497. This includes not only physical and digital documentation, but also the portions of a person's memories dedicated to SCP-5497.
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SCP-5497-1 refers to a room at Research Lab 127 of Site-17. Physically, SCP-5497-1 is 3x3x2 meter room constructed of plywood, and painted white, with one entrance and wooden supports on its exterior. The interior walls are lined with an interconnected grid of wires, conduit, receptacles, switches, LED lights, and logic controllers. Portions of this grid are arranged into glyphs, most of which are known to be memory inducing in nature. Interfering with this grid or with the switches on the gird is strictly forbidden, even for testing purposes.
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When a person enters SCP-5497-1 their entire conscious stream of thought starting from moment the door to SCP-5497-1 closes is recorded and interpreted as text. When the door is reopened, this recording overwrites all existing copies of SCP-5497. This is what necessitates this entire document being read by anyone who enters SCP-5497-1, as their thoughts overwrite all information pertaining to SCP-5497.
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There is evidence that this document has been nearly wiped clean before, necessitating most of our information about SCP-5497 being rediscovered through testing. Enough information survived the most recent wipe to convey that the wipe was caused by changing the state of one of the switches in SCP-5497-1, and that memories were not previously affected by SCP-5497. Attempts to undo the wipe resulted in SCP-5497 replacing the code that restricts access to this document with the text form of this document.
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The origin of SCP-5497-1 is assume to have been deleted by one of these wipes.
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The following are conclusions from previous testing with SCP-5497. All future edits to this document are to be added to this section.
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There is no way to record anything other than basic text into SCP-5497.
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Allowing more than one person to enter SCP-5497-1 at a time will cause their thoughts to be transcribed on top of each other, rendering the resulting text illegible. Following this test SCP-5497 had to be thoroughly analyzed to rediscover its meaning.
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Paper or digital documents will expand to encompass new text added upon generating a larger version of SCP-5497.
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Overwrite will occur on a person's memories if they have knowledge that an overwrite will occur.
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Overwrite will occur on any digital files related to SCP-5497, but the name of said files will not be overwritten.
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Memories of previous versions of this document cannot be recovered with mnestics.
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Listing of specifics is to be avoided where possible. Dates in particular are subject to being misread and have caused problems in the past.
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Breaks in consciousness, such as sleeping without dreaming, are not recorded by SCP-5497.
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Addendum:Okay, that's it… Now it's testing time.
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Well we got, uuhh, we're going to try to test REM sleep. It seems that during that, uh last test the guy was asleep but he didn't dream.
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I have some pills here, they're for.. sleeping and inducing REM sleep. So that way I'll have a dream. I also have a cot to sleep on and a blindfold since we can't turn off the lights in here. I'm going to set an alarm for 4 hours from now.. Which it's 5:28 now.
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6, 7, 8, 9, 9:30
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There we go.
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And uhh, pills.
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Ahhck!
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You'd think I'd be better at taking pills with this job.
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Well, I got the alarm, pills, cot, and.. and uh that's everything, So I got to sleep.
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Try to sleep.
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Try to sleep.
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It takes a while I guess.
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Just a while.
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This isn't the first time I've taken any kind of sleeping pills is it?
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Huh, I wonder if I was the one who did the last test on this?
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So on Monday was when I had to go with Dr. Ziegler to figure out what this document meant.
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Just a pre schedule meeting, there were more people there, it took us most of the day.
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Tuesday we started to prepare for testing, that was a bit shorter.
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Wednesday l was training for this all day.
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And today is testing day.
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Why was I chosen for testing?
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Last Friday. I try to think of it, and this document just fills up my head.
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I must have done something with it then.
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Was the last test Thursday or Friday?
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You know the calendar might have it. I don't think it was overwritten. Must be too simple or something.
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There's something going on with that calendar. One week didn't feel like long enough to prepare for this. Especially if we do this every week. What did I do last week? There's a lot of gaps with just this document filling them, so I must have been.
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You know, I don't have to think about this now, just cause the last tester did.
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Just try to think about nothing, it'll make deciphering this easier next week.
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nothing
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it kinda works
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There's a presentation room, there are multiple people sat around the center desk. They are formal.
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A man is standing at the end of the desk of the room. He is also formal. He is speaking.
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You really just need to abandon this idea of you. It's not helpful for this. Look, if I made a copy of your conscious stream of thought and uploaded it to a computer, which would you say is you? OK, now you wake up one day and find out that you've been uploaded to a computer. But this fleshy version of you claims to be more you than you are, and thus you are not entitled to any of your belongings, accounts, or relationships. You'd probably be pretty mad.
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But that never has happened to you. Why is there any continuity to your thoughts. You’ve never woken up in a different body than the one you went to bed in. There are infinite continuities out there, which mean there are infinite yous out there. Why is it that every day you wake up to continue this one continuity where there's causality and things make sense.
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The thing is… you don't. You dream.
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There are murmurs from the crowd.
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OH, Don't bring reality into this. From your perspective, which is the only perspective that should matter to you, everything that happens to you feels real. Dreams feel real.
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Wherever your stream of thought goes is where you go. And these different continuities, these different lives that you live. What if we could record them. What if we could move to or from them at will. What if we could implant them over the boring reality of thoughts we normally have to deal with?
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You, from the crowd, speaks up. "I'm sorry but we are on a tight schedule, and you still haven't given us a realistic way to approach this ."
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Realistic? It doesn't need to be realistic!
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He approaches you.
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After everything I've told you, why would you still assume that!?
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Why do you still think things exist outside of your perspective?
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Why do you still hold onto some vague concept of you?
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Why do you think that this is still real?
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Why would you assume this is real?!
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Snap out of it!
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Wake up!
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WAKE UP!
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WAKE UP!
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BEEP-BEEP!
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BEEP-BEEP!
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Uhh. 9:30. uhh. come on turn off.
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I, uhh, ok. Dreams.
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Come on wake up.
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Uhh.. I. Did I dream?
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Maybe, it's very vague…
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You know this is useless.
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Every day I wake up and go to this stupid job where nothing makes sense. Look sorry I'm tired but, this is the exact same thing that was written on the last document. Why can't we try to record some of it. Just to make sure that we're not stuck testing the same thing every week.
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I know the document says to keep it simple to stop misinformation, but what if that just got made up along the way.
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Like, are we actually getting anything done with testing this?
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Just get all the stuff, I just want to get out of here.
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I have the papers, the clock, bed, water, nothing left behind.
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We're good to go.
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For the record, this is at least the third sleeping test.
SCP-5580: Heresiography
+Author:Tufto. This is their 2020 Art Exchange gift for Gaffsey does not match any existing user name. More of their work can be found here.
+Image: Can be found here, and is in the public domain. Has been cropped from the original.
To be a heresiographer is, by its very nature, to take a specific position and look out from that vantage. For something to be a heresy, it must be defined against an orthodoxy. And, of course, to call something an orthodoxy, or a truth, or a certainty, it must be defined against that which is unorthodox, or a lie, or the certainty that something is not so. To define something as "truth" implies the lie shaped around it.
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The early heresiographers, those Muslims and Christians of the middle ages, had the certainties of a state-backed dogma to guide them. They were the orthodox, holding a divine truth backed by the ruler's power and the whole constellation of civilisation. But for the modern heresiographer, we can never know with absolute certainty which tradition, which truth, is correct.
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What are we to do? How do we define the divine truth, and thus what is heretical to begin with? It is not an easy task; some would say it is impossible. Indeed, we shall never know the whole of it. All we can do is get glimpses, here and there, flashes of illumination that allow a few brief moments of true definition. The heresiographer's task, then, is to determine that which is is an untruth and yet nevertheless exists.
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~ Lyle Burnley, Modern Heresiography: An Introductory Guide (Yellowknife: Eutopos Publishing, 1974).
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SCP-5580
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Members of SCP-5580-1B's escort during Operation F
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Item #: SCP-5580
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Object Class: Neutralised
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Special Containment Procedures: Historical records mentioning SCP-5580, SCP-5580-1, the Hmong Self Defence Confederation or IJAMEA operations in northern Vietnam are to be expunged from any and all sources in which they are found. Attempts to reclaim further records of Lyle Burnley's 1936 and 1939 expeditions to Vietnam are ongoing; they are believed to be in the possession of Burnley's daughter Matilda, whose whereabouts are unknown.
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An area of 5km2 surrounding SCP-5580 has been cordoned off from public access. Although it is believed to be neutralised, cautionary measures mandate that experimentation or access to SCP-5580 is strictly forbidden.
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SCP-5580-1 is believed to have been destroyed, but Foundation webcrawlers are set to flag up information about its potential whereabouts.
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Description: SCP-5580 is a ruined Japanese military base in what is now Lào Cai Province, Vietnam.
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SCP-5580 was constructed by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) in 1944, during the Japanese occupation of French Indochina. Its purpose was to house and serve as an operational base for SCP-5580-1B as part of Operation F, a military research project that aimed to use SCP-5580-1B to help Japanese forces during the Second World War.
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Prior to its destruction, SCP-5580 appeared to undergo a series of anomalous modifications, growing considerably and affecting the mental and physical state of its occupants. Immediately prior to its destruction, it is believed to have been at least 100m in height.
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SCP-5580 was destroyed by GoI#991 "Hmong Self Defence Confederation" during Incident 5580-2, using SCP-5580-1A.
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Addendum 1: SCP-5580-1
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SCP-5580-1 was a Fifthist artifact discovered by Henrietta Jackson1 in 1923, following an archeological expedition in southern Arizona. Although the artifact's origins were unknown at the time, Southern Fifthist leader Johan Headley-Smythe, involved with Arizona's Fifthist movement in the late 1910s, claimed during a 1984 interview that it was "a corpse" or "a dead egg"; exactly what this signifies is not wholly known.
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The function and abilities of SCP-5580-1 cannot be entirely determined. However, based on reports recovered from the former IJAMEA and testimony from former GoI#991 members, the following capabilites have been assigned to it:
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Able to create "shards" or "beams" of light, which were used for "changing" or terminating individuals.
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Able to create "illusions" or "strange lights", allowing for the construction of complex nonreal environments.
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Able to alter and grow manmade structures.
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Able to enhance the growth of plants or crops.
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Able to provide anomalously large amounts of power, as utilised by IJAMEA during Operation F.
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Able to create "a doorway"; see below for further information.
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Possessing a degree of semi-sentient thought, possibly a "reflection" of the thoughts of those using or surrounding it.
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SCP-5580-1 passed into the possession of Lyle Burnley in 1934, following an agreement of an unknown nature with Henrietta Jackson. At some point in late 1934, Burnley split the artifact into two halves as part of an experiment, hereafter designated SCP-5580-1A and SCP-5580-1B.
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The rock was, in many ways, entirely ordinary; a fine piece of Arizona basalt that had been cut and smoothed by its former owners. It felt slightly warm to the touch, but that is not in and of itself a sign of anomalousness. I did wonder, for a time, whether Henry had been taken in by one of that d*mned state's hawking anomaly-merchants, leading her to nothing more than a large stone buried in a mesa and calling it magical.
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I should have known better than to doubt her judgment. On a whim, I used the beryllium knife Ackerly procured to bisect it, just in case its innards revealed something more. To my shock and surprise, the entire specimen - interior and exterior - began to glow with a bright pink light, illuminating the whole room and quite dwarfing my pale lamp.
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I peered into it. You must understand - I was naive and still quite young at the time. I did not have that wealth of experience bestowed by time. Fifthism was still a young cult, and few of us knew the exact forces we were dealing with, or the degree of their unfathomable heresy. The shudders which the phrase "pink light" now inspires were unknown to most of us, especially those who did not experience or recall the old Occult Wars.
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But I was lucky. The light here was not a part of that dread starfish. It did not attempt to attack or enslave. This was the raw power, untarnished and unmoulded. I touched it, and it was like moving in a soft, delightful ocean. There was none of the mental warping today associated with Fifthist relics. I suspect this was, perhaps, something related to the Fifthist god but not of it - a similar substance, with a similar origin, but ultimately unconnected. Lacking a shape to mould itself to, composed of enough minds, it had no psychic power at all.
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But I was - am - a heresiographer. I understood the ways faith and the occult could be manipulated, or could reveal. And more than anything else, I wanted to understand. I did not yet see into what dark places that impulse would trap me.
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~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937.
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In 1936, Burnley, a freelance heresiographer at the time, was employed by the French colonial government in Indochina to consult on various anomalous practices among the Hmong community in what is now northwestern Vietnam. Burnley left a large body of material discussing his activities in his journals.
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It took us maybe a week to find the village. The French authorities had been vague, noncommital. I thought this unusual; why hire a man and be unwilling to explain the basic requirements of the job? They spoke of "threatening practices" but little else. I was starting to think I had been set up.
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I suspect now, however, that they didn't know what they wanted. They were aware that this area, part of that broad and untamed highland in the region's north, had always remained beyond the pale of conventional civilisation. The rice-padi states of the lowlands had never fully succeeded in subjugating it; it remained, as it were, a frontier where anything could be happening. The French likely just wanted reassurance that any potential threats had been neutralised.
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The locals were, naturally, unhelpful. Up to this point, my research had kept me squarely in the occult quarters of Europe and America; I simply replicated the attitudes towards them that any American would display. I am ashamed to say that I thought them, to a man, a sullen and stupid breed.
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~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937.
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Burnley had taken to keeping both halves of SCP-5580-1 on his person at all times, claiming they were "invaluable research aids". On the night of the 26th September 1936, a group of villagers stole SCP-5580-1A from Burnley, leaving little trace of their activities.
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The folly we all carried with us was to believe, consciously or not, in a certain ordering of the world. Even a relatively liberal-minded man such as myself would have martialled a hundred different justifications for why things were the way they were, never suspecting that it is impossible and fruitless to place and categorise the broad nature of human experience into such small boxes. I supported, when it was not financially convenient, the autonomy of the colonised peoples, but my analysis would not have gone further.
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It is not enough to simply believe, in an abstract sense, that colonialism is wrong. Would the liberation of these states in the name of national interests, Vietnamese, Lao or Tai, have been enough to assuage my conscience? It would have produced three states of producers for the West to swindle anew, each one turning inward to justify new subjugations in the old models of every coercive state. There are always more marshes to be drained, more jungles to be felled, more people to be allotted their position in an overarching system of the seasons.
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I could see none of this. As I have said many times before in this volume, I was young and foolish. My orthodoxy was the world I had grown up with. I had put myself at the service of a broadminded Western liberal interest. Whatever abstract sympathies I held paled in the face of the stone's theft. I wanted revenge, and I wanted it back.
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After losing the stone, I spent a week raging through the jungle, searching every village for my prize. I didn't hurt anyone, but I allowed two teams of my hired guards to conduct their own expeditions. I never ordered any kind of atrocity, and yet, I have found myself wondering many times over the years what they did while I led a third team through the countryside. It still weighs upon me.
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In the end, however, my search was fruitless, and such a loud arrival put to rest any hope of catching occultists in the act. All this furious expedition had done was alert the French customs authorities to the object in my position.
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~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937.
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As Burnley hints at above, the French colonial authorities seized SCP-5580-1B upon his exit from the country. This remained in their possession until 1940, when they handed it over to IJAMEA as part of the surrender agreement with the Japanese Empire.
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Addendum 2: GoI#991, the Hmong Self Defence Confederation
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The group referred to as the Hmong Self Defence Confederation was formed in early 19372. The Confederation was a defence network of several Hmong villages near the Chinese border. It had no formal governmental structure, with decisions being taken by members of these villages.
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The Confederation was formed after SCP-5580-1A came into the possession of Lauj Gao-Jer, a recent Hmong widow from a village in what is now Lào Cai Province. Lauj, along with several men and women in the area, began holding meetings in late 1937 to discuss forms of self-defence against the impositions of the French colonialist state. By mid-1938, many of the Hmong were in a form of open yet relatively passive resistance against the Indochina Union:
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The idea was simple. There would be no uprising, no rebellion; they would simply stop obeying orders and stop paying taxes. They would sit, with their pieces of the stone, and wait for the French to come. I admired them, and wanted to join, but they said I was too young.
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Still, I remember how easily we all acclimatised to this new reality. For generations we had been in conflict, open or not, with those who wanted to control and impose their state structures upon us. My ancestors had fled from China decades earlier, where the Qing did all they could to force us to settle. We had lived in and adapted to the mountains because they provided an escape from the lowlands below, their rice padis and cities.
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And at last, in this place, we had the upper hand. The first French attempts to reimpose control failed dramatically. Gao-Jer stood in an open field, smiling at the soldiers, her comrades arrayed behind her. The soldiers approached, thinking it would be easy to shoot these mad hill-folk to the ground. She gathered the pieces of the stone together, closed her eyes, and in a pink flash, they all merged back into a single rock. That spooked the French enough to make them more cautious. Then she held it aloft, and let the pink light flow.
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The funny thing was that Gao-Jer wasn't a revolutionary. She didn't want to upset the order of things. Her former husband's brother, Rwg, married her shortly after the meetings started, as was often common among us. She continued to live a woman's life, working in the field and sewing at night. We lived our lives as we always had done for generations.
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By mid-1939, the French had lost control of a large area along the Chinese border. Reports had also begun to arrive of the Confederation operating in parts of the Yunnan. After four failed attempts to re-establish control, the French government called in Lyle Burnley to negotiate with GoI#991, promising to return control of SCP-5580-1B to him if he proved successful.
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It was a foolish idea, and there was really very little I could do, but the French were getting desperate. I had refused to help them uncover the secrets of their half of the rock, but I agreed to talk to the Hmong woman. They were terrified that she was going to use the stone to launch a war of liberation. I simply wanted a chance to reclaim my prize.
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She agreed to meet in a clearing near Sa Pa. It was dark when we arrived. The rain had come, but not the full monsoon; just a steady, unpleasant drizzle. She laughed at me, and I suppose I did look a fool; some arrogant American with a bristling moustache, holding an ill-coloured coat over my head. Her husband was by her side, brandishing a piece of the stone; I think his name was Roug. I stared at the rock greedily. I think she saw my face.
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She beckoned me into a makeshift tent. Her face was amused the whole time; or maybe I was just projecting that, I don't know. Her French was surprisingly fluent. I found out much later that she'd spent some time in Hanoi when she was young, as a factory worker.
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I spent most of the negotiations trying to find out where the rock was. I attempted to be subtle, but clearly wasn't. After a while, she grinned and lifted up a tarpaulin at the back of the tent. There it was! Right with her! I could have reached out and taken it - hell, I tried to. I leapt forward, and found myself frozen.
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Tendrils of the light had gripped me beneath the shoulders. I struggled, but couldn't move. Her head was on her shoulder then, looking at me sadly. "What is the rock to you?", she asked.
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I am sorry to say that I used some quite foul language here. Then I answered, "Knowledge." It was true, after all.
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She shook her head at me. "Knowledge is only one aspect of power," she said, "and the rock is power." She leaned over and stroked it, saying some words in Hmong I didn't understand.
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A light shone towards the back of the tent. At first, it was like a projector; but then, it became more solid. A doorway. It was composed of pink bricks, forming a stately arch. Beyond it, nothing but pink light.
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We both stared at it for a while, and then I gasped. A boy - a Hmong lad - was emerging from it. He stepped out, smiled at the woman, and then left the tent. The woman nodded as he passed, then stroked the rock again. The doorway disappeared.
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I asked what I had seen. The woman responded, "It is another hill. It is the highest hill, and there they can never follow us."
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And I understood. The pink light, the rock - they weren't using it to conquer or impose control. They were just the hill folk, and in this time and place, these several villages had understood what countless conquerors and rebels could not; that the only way to break these endless cycles was to escape them entirely. When the time was right, they were going to lead their people out of this world and into a place where nobody could follow.
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I stopped struggling. I was released. By the end of the week, I had left Vietnam, and resolved not to interfere again where I was not wanted. But, ah, how weak the body is! Thirty years have passed between then and now, and I feel myself knotted further and further in the centre of the web, caught like a fly in my endless attempts to discern good from evil, orthodoxy from heresy. If only I could have taken the Hmong woman's path. If only there had been something, anything, I could have done to help.
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~ Lyle Burnley, Testaments from the Spider's Eyes, 1937-1945
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Following this encounter, the French government changed their strategy, focusing on ways to harness SCP-5580-1B for offensive use against the Confederation. However, these plans were abandoned following the Japanese invasion of Indochina.
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Addendum 3: IJAMEA and SCP-5580-1B
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IJAMEA had become aware of SCP-5580-1 in 1938, and following the surrender of French Indochina in 1940, had taken control of SCP-5580-1B. By 1941, they had begun to work on a way to utilise SCP-5580-1B for military purposes, resulting in Operation F.
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The aim of Operation F was to turn SCP-5580-1B into a mass offensive weapon, with the intention of using it in the ongoing war as an alternative to the increasingly fraught nuclear weapons program. To this end, a research base - SCP-5580 - was established in what is now Lào Cai Province, housing SCP-5580-1B and performing experiments to determine potential military uses.
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We were a small, dedicated taskforce - about thirty or forty people on the entire base, I think. We were patriots, like most IJAMEA men. We were also engaged in a ferocious rivalry with the IJN - by that point, their own anomalous weapons programs were an open secret, and it was increasingly important for IJAMEA to establish its anomalous supremacy.
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It was not pleasant to work in such conditions. The climate disagreed with us; many of my compatriots did not get along with one another. I do not know how we managed to achieve such rapid success, and part of me wonders if the rock itself did not help us along. The pink light alters, I think, depending on who is using it, and for what purpose. The metal and concrete walls of the base started to turn such strange colours, even when testing wasn't going on.
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It wasn't the number five that was seared in our heads, like the other Fifthist cults. This was something else. It had the same origin as the starfish, but wasn't part of it. So we didn't have mantras of five-by-five, but a different drumbeat that set up shop in our heads. Whatever it could latch onto. And in that place, that environment - well, these were the heads of desperate men who wanted to do a good job. Men who wanted so much to succeed in turning it into a weapon. Men stuck inside a single metal block their whole lives.
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By 1942, with little apparent progress made, the Japanese government had decided to cut its losses and shut down Operation F. However, the personnel stationed at SCP-5580 did not respond to orders to leave, nor did any of the men sent to retrieve them return. After losing a significant armed force in January 1943, IJAMEA decided to abandon attempts to reclaim SCP-5580 or SCP-5580-1B.
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If I'm honest, I can't remember much of those last few months. I can't tell you what the building looked like or what we were doing there. I was almost chained to my desk, trying everything I could to weaponise the pink light. I didn't like to look up. I would wander, head down, between my quarters and my lab, never questioning what the others were doing or why we always had the supplies we needed.
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I wonder if the rebels' experience of the light was so different because they lacked so clear a purpose. Or maybe that's not right - they had a purpose, but it was less obsessive, less singular. There was no room within us for the ordinary patterns of life any more. We had to complete the mission. The soldiers they sent to remove us felt it too, and more and more of them patrolled the grounds, desperate to save the compound and thus the Empire.
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It was Rwg who pushed the hardest for an assault. We knew by that point the Japanese had the other half of the stone, and what that meant for our prospects. But Rwg was convinced that a short, sharp assault would win the day. I think that he became rankled when Gao-Jer disagreed with him; it made him seem weak when his wife held more power.
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But it was Gao-Jer who had liberated the people, Gao-Jer who had sent the French back to Hanoi and freed the hill country. More and more villages and nomads were flocking to our banners. And Gao-Jer urged caution, again and again, and the people agreed.
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But then things got stranger. The Japanese stopped their raids and received no more convoys, and still the great building grew. It had become like a tower, reaching higher and higher into heaven, full of strange angles and spires leading nowhere.
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On 16/05/1943, the experiments at SCP-5580 were reaching their final stage. Several growths on the outside of the compound had begun to act as lightning sinks, apparently for use as a power source. Nearby villagers and Confederation members reported seeing "pink light" emerge from the tower's central spire.
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On 18/05/1943, a meeting of the Confederation resulted in the unanimous decision to assault SCP-5580. A small group of the insurgents, led by Lauj Gao-Jer, entered the base on 20/05/1943 in order to retrieve or annihilate SCP-5580-1B; the main body of the group assaulted the base 30 minutes later to provide a distraction.
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It wasn't too hard to get in. The guards were acting erratically, like a facsimile of a patrol. There was a backdoor, a strange and curved thing. From there, we entered a system of vents, with little gratings every few metres.
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I don't know if those vents had any purpose. I remember seeing things through the grates; little things, human scenes. Seven scientists all standing in a circle, writing nonsense words on paper and chanting. A Japanese flag rendered in pink and white, spread across the floor and distorting it, soldiers trying to balance as they hopped and prayed. A researcher absorbed into the wall, electricity coursing through his body, screaming.
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It was a nightmare, a copy of reality, someone's fever dream. I don't think they were human any more, just what the light thought humans should be; and that was filtered through whatever mad ideas the scientists had dreamt up.
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I had left two months prior, when I was finally able to wake up and see what I was doing. I fled into the night. The things I saw by the end were inhuman. In place of a starfish was a flag, a state, an exemplar of power.
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Think about how we conceive of the nation. We, as people, all know we belong to it. It has a kind of real, tangible existence. We see the state as its physical arm, its Holy Spirit, and everything flows through it in a perfect order that, on paper, reflects our values. This world is not a battleground of negotiation, diplomacy and compromise - there are no real people there at all. Just avatars of the nation, all completing their allotted roles, tilling the fields in the knowledge that their small contribution is part of a larger whole.
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And so the tower's growth was the only logical endpoint. Everything was done unquestioned, each bizarre decision and distortion of reality just seen as another part of the great enterprise. For Japan! For the Agency! The Empire! All the spires leading towards that vast and single point, towering up, up and away, more specific and singular with each passing moment.
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The infiltration began at 22.30 local time. At 23.00, the main assault began, diverting a large portion of SCP-5580's personnel away from the base.
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SCP-5580-1A had been split among members of the smaller task force, in the hope that it would be useful against SCP-5580-1B. Consequently, the members of the Confederation were forced to use conventional weapons, leading to several casualties. Despite this, their operation was successful, and the Japanese troops were largely absent from the base by midnight.
+
At approximately 00.30, the task force had made its way into the main laboratory, at the centre of the compound.
+
+
There was no ceiling in there; just the spire, stretching so far above. I have no idea how tall it was at that point. The cavernous roof crackled with pink light.
+
Part of it hit Rwg; he fell instantly. I saw Gao-Jer physically flinch at that, but she just took his part of the stone and continued on to the centre of the laboratory. We'd been expecting a fight, but the scientists were strewn all around, clearly dead. There weren't many of them there. One of them still had his glasses on, slightly askew; he was holding a wad of paper and bleeding from the ears. It was almost comical.
+
In the centre was their half of the stone. It looked diseased. The pink light was curling tendrils upwards, right down the centre of the spire, as far as we could see. It was like a strange cathedral. A researcher was there, still alive, whispering to it. He didn't seem to notice us. He didn't look up.
+
We spent ages trying to get it out. We tugged, heaved, hacked at the metal frame and the pink light - nothing. The lightning above us got worse and worse. Finally, Gao-Jer ordered us to use the stones on it. That worked - the light recoiled - but it wasn't strong enough. They were too small. An inhuman screaming began above us, and two of our party were shot down by the lightning.
+
So Gao-Jer told us to give us her stones, and then to get out. I remember her face. It was wide-eyed, eyebrows high. I don't know what she was feeling. I don't think I ever will. She hadn't wanted to take the stone with us at first, I think - she'd seemed reluctant. And now, here, was the end of all her grand designs for her people.
+
We gathered the rocks together, and she merged them, as I'd seen her do so many times. Then those who remained left through the vent. I was the last out. I looked back at her, just before I left; she was staring into the pink light, hair whipping about her head. Her face was turned away.
+
~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell
+
+
At approximately 02.00, SCP-5580 was destroyed in a huge blast, which wiped out an area approximately 1 mile in diameter. No members of the Confederation were harmed, as the last of them had withdrawn by 01.45. Many Japanese soldiers, giving chase, also survived; however, several more who had returned to base, as well as all of the researchers, expired.
+
Gauj Gao-Jer's body was never found. The compound was largely ruined, with only a few foundation structures remaining. None of these had been seriously augmented by SCP-5580-1B. SCP-5580-1 is also believed to have been destroyed in the blast.
+
Following this, GoI#991 quickly dissipated, with both its key leadership figures deceased and its primary means of power destroyed. Following the war, French colonial authorities re-established control over the region. They were unsuccessful in finding or prosecuting GoI#991 members, although several retributory crimes were committed by them against the Hmong population.
+
Local residents have reported seeing "ghostly" figures in SCP-5580's ruins over the decades; this has not been confirmed by Foundation sources.
+
Addendum 5: Interview with Mr. Phab Tooj
+
The following is an interview conducted by Dr. Henry Maxwell with former Confederation member Phab Tooj on 17/09/1991. Phab, only 14 in 1943, had later moved to northern Laos in the 1950s, before being forced to flee to the United States with his family in 1975 following retributory acts against the Hmong for their perceived involvement with CIA operations in Laos. By 1991, he was a graduate student in history at the University of Chicago.
+
This interview took place after Phab had read the above document, as Dr. Maxwell was curious as to how well it matched his version of events.
+
+
<Begin Log>
+
The interview takes place inside a standard interrogation room. Phab is sitting on one side of the table, reading a copy of the SCP-5580 document. Maxwell is sitting on the other side of the table, watching Phab intently.
+
Maxwell: So, what do you think?
+
Phab: Hmm.
+
Phab places the document back on the table.
+
Phab: It was… interesting.
+
Maxwell: You don't agree with it?
+
Phab: No, no, it's just… I find it an entirely accurate account in terms of the events, yes. It describes it all pretty much entirely as it happened.
+
There is a short pause.
+
Maxwell: You don't seem convinced.
+
Phab: "This was the end of all her plans for the light." I didn't say light. I said hills.
+
Maxwell: Well, any translation is bound to-
+
Phab: The thing is, the way you've, ah, "translated" it, in the context of everything else - it gives the impression Gao-Jer's plan was to take us all beyond the doorway. To the land of the pink light.
+
Maxwell: That's what Burnley reported. He's the only source I have for her intentions - you said you didn't know.
+
Phab: You didn't interview any other survivors besides me? I know there are some out there.
+
Maxwell: It's - hard to track people down around there. Especially among the Hmong.
+
Phab: Mm. But I'm in America, so more accessible.
+
Maxwell: Exactly.
+
Phab: Mm.
+
Phab picks up the paper and flicks through it again.
+
Phab: I said hills. The Hmong are a hill people. I was a child. I saw her eyes shine so many times, shining with the promise of the future, but… I don't think that was what she was going to do, Dr. Maxwell. I don't think she wanted Shangri-La, and I don't think the light was meant to be some permanent abode. Why would Burnley know what she was thinking?
+
Maxwell: He was a perceptive man…
+
Phab: He was a westerner who couldn't even remember the name of the woman he was interviewing. I knew he was - or, well, he became sympathetic, but he still didn't see the things we did. He didn't spend years with her, by her side.
+
Phab places the paper back on the table.
+
Phab: Only one survivor. And even with your other sources, you rely so much on Burnley. What you've constructed here, doctor, is a - a kind of orthodoxy. It's a position. It's one variant of the truth. Maybe you and Burnley are right about Gao-Jer, and I'm wrong. I don't know.
+
Phab lights a cigarette.
+
Phab: There are many truths. My truth is the sound of insects in the dead of night, and a community gathered around an open rock, watching pink sparks light up future hopes. It is rain streaming down faces, and a woman, so long ago - God, so long ago - giving speeches I didn't understand.
+
Maxwell: There is only one truth.
+
Phab: But can you ever access it? Even a glimpse? I see lots of facts written down, but none about the decision Gao-Jer had to take.
+
Maxwell: Which one?
+
Phab: The one where she had to sacrifice the only power she had, the only power any of us had. The one where we had to accept the rule of the Japanese, the French, the Viet Minh - where we were once again plunged into endless cycles of precarious living. She did it for you, doctor, for everyone, when there was nobody else who could. And she shouldn't have had to. That is my truth, doctor.
+
Phab stabs at the document with his lit cigarette; it catches fire. Dr. Maxwell leaps backwards, but Phab continues sitting, staring at the fire.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-564 is to remain on the assigned bedding at all times. Due to the fragility of SCP-564-1, contact with SCP-564 requires special clearance for testing purposes only, for its own safety. Access to its point of origin is to be restricted to those with approval for testing. Anything removed from the area is to be kept in the same container as SCP-564. Communication with SCP-564 requires Level 3 or higher clearance. Communication is to be recorded via audio recording devices. Addendum: Communication now required to be recorded visually as well. Communication with SCP-564 is now restricted to written notes with its available hand. (See Test Log 564-04)
+
Description: SCP-564 was located in [DATA EXPUNGED] which appeared to have been abandoned for at least ██ years. Several commonplace tools were contained within the room, along with a few objects of unknown purpose or identity.
+
SCP-564 appears to be a construction assembled of various materials, resembling an adult female human of exactly 1.5 meters in height. The outer shell of its form, making up most of the body, is primarily compressed sandstone, with traces of an unknown material. Inside the limbs, chest, and head runs a network of poorly insulated copper wire and rubber tubes, which carry a golden-brown fluid of unknown composition. Eyes, resembling those of a normal person, are large pearls. There is also a small gap where a mouth would be, but aside from a rough shape no other external body parts of normal humans have been replicated on the construction.
+
SCP-564-1 resides in a cavity accessed by a panel on the chest region of SCP-564. It appears to be a large, transparent and slightly luminescent blob, surrounded by an iron ring with numerous holes in the edges. It is assumed to be highly elastic, as portions are stretched through holes in the iron ring and held in place with large, orange nails of an unknown alloy. Currently, SCP-564-1 contacts the ring in such a way in nine (9) different locations around the ring. A network of wire appears to connect to each location and run to various points within the structure of SCP-564.
+
SCP-564 is sentient. It appears to have severely limited control over the constructed 'body', and unless otherwise noted is completely immobile. The following observations have been recorded to date:
+•It can move the right arm freely.
+•Small movements of the left index and ring digits have been noticed.
+•It can move the left leg freely at any point below the kneecap.
+•Structures resembling eyes are active, however only the right 'eye' can move freely.
+•It can speak. [Addendum: See Test Log 564-04]
+
SCP-564 claims to have been human at one point. Its identity before its current form is assumed to be [DATA EXPUNGED], who was recorded missing in 19██, however there is currently no evidence to support this.
+
Addendum: Testing of SCP-564 is restricted until speech can be regained. (See Test Log 564-04)
+
+
Test Log 564-01:
+Test approved by O5-█ and carried out by Dr. █████████.
+Tools used: Forceps and a nail recovered from the site of discovery of SCP-564.
+Subject: SCP-564
+
SCP-564-1 was manipulated with forceps. SCP-564 noted feeling pains in the left leg below the hip. Nail was then brought into contact in the same area, and the level of pain reportedly intensified. Forceps was used to manipulate, without removing, other nails in the iron ring surrounding SCP-564-1. A number of sensations occurred in various locations around the body, seemingly associated with a specific nail.
+
Test Log 564-02:
+Test approved by O5-█ and carried out by Dr. █████████.
+Tools used: Forceps and a nail recovered from the site of discovery of SCP-564.
+Subject: SCP-564
+
A portion of SCP-564-1 was extended away from the central mass with forceps. Subject complained of pain in the left wrist. It was manipulated into a hole in the iron ring, where Dr. █████████ inserted a nail in a fashion that resembled the others. Subject experienced intensified pain in the wrist area, and the right leg began to move erratically.
+
Test was forcibly ended after SCP-564 refused to cooperate.
+
Test Log 564-03:
+Test approved by O5-█ and carried out by Dr. █████████.
+Tools used: X-Ray Machine, Drill, Hammer, Forceps and a nail recovered from the site of discovery of SCP-564.
+Subject: SCP-564
+
A portion of SCP-564-1 was extended away from the central mass with forceps. Subject complained of pain in the right hip. Dr. █████████ attempts to find an opening to the corresponding part of the body, to no success. Drill used to create a hole into corresponding part, to no success. Hammer used to shatter the outer sandstone layer, to no success.
+
X-Ray Machine brought in, and corresponding part was viewed. Wires running through the area were noted, and one that connected to that area was traced back to the iron ring of SCP-564-1. Portion of SCP-564-1 manipulated through the corresponding hole, and a nail was inserted in a fashion that resembled the others. Subject complained of slightly increased pain. Movement of the hip was noted when subject was asked to attempt to move the leg.
+
Nail removed and test was ended.
+
Test Log 564-04:
+Test approved by O5-█ and carried out by Dr. █████████.
+Tools used: X-Ray Machine and Forceps.
+Subject: SCP-564
+
A nail on the ring of SCP-564-1 was chosen at random. X-Ray Machine brought in, and wires extending from the ring of SCP-564-1 were traced a short distance away to the right of the base of the neck. Forceps used to hold portion of SCP-564-1 held by the nail, and the nail was removed.
+
Subject started moving erratically with available body parts. Internal liquids suddenly vomited, and subject lashed out at Dr. █████████. Attempts at communication with subject were met with silence. Due to the reaction of SCP-564 towards Dr. █████████, portion of SCP-564-1 being manipulated was lost to the central mass.
+
Test was forcibly ended after SCP-564 refused to cooperate. Loss of speech was noted.
+
+
Conversation Log 564-014
+
+
Dr. █████████: Please tell me anything you remember between now and [EXPUNGED].
+SCP-564: I was returning home from [EXPUNGED]… A man approached me. He assaulted me, and covered my mouth with something until I fell unconcious…
+Dr. █████████: Do you know who he was?
+SCP-564: No.
+Dr. █████████: Continue.
+SCP-564: When I came to, I couldn't see or hear or feel anything except for a faint, throbbing pain all over my body… I don't know how long I remained like that. Eventually, I heard a terrible static noise that lasted minutes, until the sound became the voice of a man muttering to himself. I can't remember what he said…
+After that point, occasionally a point on my body would hurt intensely for a moment before returning to normal. Sometimes I'd be able to feel normally with a arm or a leg shortly afterwards, but most of the time it didn't last long.
+Eventually, my vision came back too… I was in the room that you people found me in.
+Dr. █████████: Did you ever leave that room?
+SCP-564: No…
+Dr. █████████: Was there anybody else there?
+SCP-564: Yes. I think it was that man I saw before I blacked out.
+Dr. █████████: How about any others like yourself?
+SCP-564: I… don't know. There were other things that looked like people, some of them laying on tables, but none of them moved.
+Dr. █████████: Continue.
+SCP-564: I don't remember much else… The man looked like he was working on something on my chest, but after a few days he didn't come back. I was laying there for… a very long time… Until eventually you people found me.
+Dr. █████████: How long?
+SCP-564: I don't know… It felt like an eternity. Maybe years… I was unable to sleep the entire time.
+
+End of recording.
Special Containment Procedures: A hangar structure constructed over SCP-5666 is to be maintained to prevent further degradation of SCP-5666. A runway leading out of the structure should be routinely cleared of snow and debris, allowing for proper take off of SCP-5666 within SCP-5666-A.
+
Civilians attempting access to SCP-5666 are to be deterred and relocated to Resolute, Nunavut. Investigations into where SCP-5666 originated from and the reason for its crashing are to continue until such information is found.
+
Description: SCP-5666 is the crashed wreck of a modified Fokker F27 aircraft located on Cornwallis Island, Nunavut. There is a placard engraved with a Foundation emblem and the words "Property of The Administrator" affixed to the left door of SCP-5666. Other modifications are minimal, such as the addition of more controls in SCP-5666's cockpit, but their purposes are unknown.
+
SCP-5666 is damaged to a point where movement or repair is impractical. Subjects inside SCP-5666 will perceive it as completely intact and functional. Attempts to properly operate SCP-5666 are similarly perceived as successful to persons inside. This effect persists in cameras and audio equipment placed inside. As SCP-5666 is perceived to be flown farther away from its real location, it becomes apparent that the perceived outside is not identical to actual reality. This perceived reality is designated SCP-5666-A.
+
SCP-5666-A is devoid of any animal and human life present in actual reality. The first few kilometers flown through SCP-5666-A will become recursive, and will repeat with minor deviations as the flight continues. Known deviations include slight changes in foliage appearance/placement, the appearance of man-made structures not present in actual reality, and the appearance of indiscernible humanoid figures. Along with this, SCP-5666-A possesses memory altering effects, the exact details of which are uncertain. For further information, see Addendum 5666-1.
+
Due to SCP-5666 possessing a normal fuel capacity of 5,140 L inside SCP-5666-A, no prolonged explorations could be made. Once SCP-5666 crashes in SCP-5666-A or is exited by the subject, the perception anomaly ceases. This subject will then be rendered insusceptible to SCP-5666's anomalous properties. Once this occurs, SCP-5666 will reset its location and structural integrity within SCP-5666-A for any following subjects.
+
Addendum 5666-1 — Exploration of SCP-5666-A:
+
+
+
Exploration Log 5666
+
+
+
EXPLORATION DATE: 2020/13/01
+
EXPLORING PARTY: Researcher Samuel Vanhalm
+
OBSERVING PARTY: Head Researcher Marvin Kells, Researcher Charlotte Mehr, Local Guide Maddison Minstrata1
+
FOREWORD: Vanhalm is to locate deviations between SCP-5666-A and actual reality.
+
+
<BEGIN LOG>
+
(Vanhalm enters SCP-5666.)
+
VANHALM: Alrighty, SCP-5666 appears intact from here, like y'all said. Where do I fly this bird?
+
KELLS: Ms. Minstrata, is there any areas of interest nearby we should fly to?
+
MINSTRATA: Oh… oh, we could go north, yes. North is interesting.
+
MEHR: We went north last time, you told us to.
+
MINSTRATA: I— I did, sorry.
+
MEHR: Try to make it to Iqaluit maybe? It's the capital here. Pretty far out southwest though.
+
VANHALM: I'll try for there.
+
(Vanhalm moves the steering wheel of SCP-5666, interior cameras show him moving SCP-5666 onto the constructed runway. SCP-5666 takes off in SCP-5666-A, flying southwest at a moderate speed uneventfully for 30 minutes. SCP-5666-A gains recursivity at this point. Vanhalm appears to realize this, and becomes physically distressed as he continues flying further for 60 more minutes.)
+
VANHALM: (Muttering.)
+
MEHR: Everything good?
+
VANHALM: I'm cruising straight here. I'm— I am. Right?
+
MEHR: Hmm?
+
VANHALM: Everything here is familiar, maybe it's just— well, it's all snow. Snow looks all the same?
+
MEHR: This is nor—
+
VANHALM: No, no, that ridge, it was— I think I'm going in circles. It's familiar. It's so… strangely familiar. That make sense?
+
MEHR: The world perceived in SCP-5666-A begins to repeat after a bit. If you feel anything, see anything odd just—
+
VANHALM: Yeah, you told me about this. Right?
+
(Pause.)
+
VANHALM: I think so. It's— It don't feel like a repeating thing though. It feels new, new… but something's wrong. It's not new, no. I just saw all this… didn't I? You have cameras in here, have I been here before?
+
KELLS: Six times over, yes.
+
VANHALM: No, that can't be right, this is the first time I've seen that shoreline.
+
KELLS: Samuel, it's the same as it has been for the last hour or so.
+
VANHALM: It's all so vague… I'm picking at my head and— hold on now, last hour?
+
KELLS: Yes, last hour. You've been flying over the same looking area for an hour.
+
VANHALM: No, that can't be right, this is the first time I've…
+
MEHR: Sammy?
+
(Pause.)
+
KELLS: He's, he's just sitting th—
+
VANHALM: That wasn't there before.
+
(A small log cabin can be seen over the horizon. Inside, the lights are on, and vague silhouettes periodically walk in front of the windows.)
+
VANHALM: I recognize that thing. Not from here. It ain't from here.
+
MEHR: Sammy, we're going to need you to elaborate.
+
VANHALM: Ain't quite sure. I've seeing it before. Not sure where though. Not sure why— not sure how either.
+
(Vanhalm flies over the cabin.)
+
MEHR: If the cabin pops up again, fly lower and get a better view of it.
+
VANHALM: Cabin?
+
(Pause. A small log cabin can be seen over the horizon. Inside, the lights are on, and vague silhouettes periodically walk in front of the windows.)
+
VANHALM: Oh. I recognize that thing.
+
MEHR: Get closer to the cabin.
+
(SCP-5666 descends for 5 minutes. It does not slow down as it approaches the cabin.)
+
MEHR: Sammy?
+
(No response.)
+
KELLS: Samuel, you're going too fast.
+
(No response.)
+
MEHR: Dammit, what's going on in there?
+
KELLS: Just sitting there. He's just sitting and looking forward.
+
(SCP-5666 continues descending, it is getting close to crashing into the cabin.)
+
MEHR: You need to pull up!
+
KELLS: Sam!
+
(Minstrata rushes towards the microphone.)
+
MINSTRATA: Sam. Sam's you, right? You need to— you just should. I don't know what you need to do. I know you need to do it. Just…
+
VANHALM: Oh.
+
(Vanhalm crashes SCP-5666 into the cabin, upon which SCP-5666-A dissipates. Minstrata collapses to the floor, crying. Kells runs out of the observation room towards SCP-5666 to check on Vanhalm, while Mehr assists Minstrata in standing. Minstrata regains her composure.)
+
MINSTRATA: I—
+
(Minstrata looks at Mehr and smiles.)
+
MINSTRATA: I remember now.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
CLOSING STATEMENT: Vanhalm later made a mostly full recovery. He was not capable of remembering a majority of the exploration, instead speaking of a camping trip he took with his father at the age of five.
+
+
+
Addendum 5666-2 — Incident 5666.1: Between 2020/14/01 and 2020/16/01, SCP-5666 was declared uncontained.
+
On 2020/14/01, a blizzard across Cornwallis Island caused on-site personnel to retreat to the neighboring city of Resolute, Nunavut for proper shelter. All personnel besides Local Guide Maddison Minstrata were accounted for. The next day, after personnel returned to the site, SCP-5666 had disappeared.
+
Minstrata was determined to not be present in any civilian databases, making further information relating to her unknown. An investigation of her living quarters in Nunavut revealed no further information, although interrogation of civilians in the city revealed that she was not seen in the town until the initial discovery of SCP-5666. On-site personnel were later questioned and appropriately reprimanded for the major security breach, with Head Researcher Marvin Kells being demoted and reassigned to an alternative project.
+
On 2020/16/01, SCP-5666 reappeared at the crash site significantly more damaged, while still retaining its anomalous properties. Minstrata was not found.
+
Investigation into the whereabouts of Minstrata are deemed of high priority by the O5 Council.
(The camera is dropped to the floor of a plane determined to be SCP-5666. It remains there for three minutes periodically sliding across the floor, until it slides next to the pilot seat, at which point it is picked up.)
+
(The camera points to Minstrata, who is flying SCP-5666. The view out of the windows is entirely obscured by intense snowfall.)
+
MINSTRATA: To whoever may find this at the bottom of wherever I may land.
+
(Turbulence.)
+
MINSTRATA: I am The Administrator of the SCP Foundation. What that stands for eludes me. What this foundation does escapes me. There is one thing—
+
(Turbulence.)
+
MINSTRATA: One thing that I do remember now. This plane.
+
(Pause.)
+
MINSTRATA: There is a hole in human thought. A hole that one could fall through, like a manhole. Manhole… that's what those are right? What an odd name, no, that can't be— no, that's right.
+
(Pause.)
+
MINSTRATA: This here plane, I think, can get me through.
+
(Turbulence.)
+
MINSTRATA: I'm sorry — I don't know much. I don't know why they say this was irreparable — though I could start it with only a key I found in my pocket. I don't know my name, this one sounded familiar. I'm full of "don't knows", ones I wish… I wish I could find the answer to.
+
(Turbulence.)
+
MINSTRATA: I hope whoever may find this — wherever you may find it — can piece together the scraps I leave here, before I lose them myself.
+
(Pause.)
+
MINSTRATA: I've been flying this way for a while because I'm not… not quite sure how to turn? I'm going… north, yes. North is interesting. I need to find the… that hole. It's in here somewhere.
+
(Turbulence. Television static.)
+
MINSTRATA: I crashed out here in a blizzard before I recall. When was that? I… hmm.
+
(Television static.)
+
MINSTRATA: No… that was longer ago. When I flew these for a… fun. For fun, yes, I remember that was a quite the rush. (Light chuckle.)
+
(Door opening.)
+
: Should we give her something to watch on there?
+
: She's ain't all there anyway. Brain's clocked out from the looks of it. It's really taking a toll on her.
+
: Least for now.
+
: Nothing's working man. Not even the anomalous treatments.
+
: It's helping… we think.
+
: Oh, if that's the case, tell that to her then.
+
: The next one— I've heard about it. It gave her wife a few more months. Just give her that uh, Gala… Galant-o-mine? The normal meds for now at least.
+
: Why don't we just let her go?
+
: Because she's— !
+
MINSTRATA: Excuse me!
+
(Television static.)
+
MINSTRATA: Wait.
+
(Minstrata removes herself from the recliner.)
+
MINSTRATA: I… I made it in?
+
(Minstrata turns off the television.)
+
MINSTRATA: No, no, I wasn't on the plane. No. That was long ago. Long ago. Long ag— Wasn't it?
+
(Minstrata turns on the television. It opens.)
+
MINSTRATA: I'm right. This is right. I fell through… I fell through that hole. The manhole— hmm, what an odd name.
+
(Minstrata exits the nursing home lobby. She walks.)
+
(Minstrata wanders. Very little remains left here, the shelves containing stories that once could bankrupt great authors now stand ransacked. The devoid tunnel she walks through leads somewhere. The casket is lowered into the ground.)
+
MINSTRATA: Oh no. Oh no…
+
(Minstrata turns to someone.)
+
MINSTRATA: Who is… who's in there?
+
:
+
MINSTRATA: Who?
+
: (Bursts into tears.)
+
(They move away. Several others look at Minstrata. They appear disturbed. Minstrata backs away, tripping over a neighboring grave.)
+
: Ah shit.
+
: (Distant.) Someone should drive her home. How did she even get here? She shouldn't really be here. She really shouldn't…
+
(Minstrata lays looking down at the patchwork of soil and grassroots. The murmurs of mourners blend together and surround her, like the loud crashing of tumbling waves. She gets up off the shoreline and walks out of the water. A woman stands down the shore, Minstrata walks towards her.)
+
MINSTRATA: I believe, I— I remember you.
+
: I don't…
+
MINSTRATA: Who are you?
+
: I uh, I don't quite know myself.
+
MINSTRATA: (Chuckles.) You were always such a tease.
+
(The woman isn't there anymore.)
+
MINSTRATA: Wait— wait, don't go… I need you.
+
(Minstrata leaves. She wanders through a jagged gradient of cool tone colors — the ash tray wherein ashes of memory may be tossed away, after the life it came from is burned through. Left as a mere smoldering stub to be similarly tossed aside.)
+
(Minstrata looks around at the ashes.)
+
(Hospitals.)
+
MINSTRATA: (Crying.)
+
MINSTRATA: No… that
+
: the official diagnosis is dem
+
MINSTRATA: How is she
+
MINSTRATA: too
+
: love you
+
(Sites.)
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MINSTraTA: Maybe cross-examine
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MINsTRATA: breach resulting in
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MINStrata: Terminate any
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MINSTRATA: Do you need something
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MinstRata: Thank you.
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(Speech.)
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(Church organ.)
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Minstrata: I do.
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: and wife. You may now kiss the
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(Her smile.)
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(Reception.)
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(Dance.)
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(A floor of ashen dust coated with so many bits and pieces, arranged and contorted into what seems to fit. A teacup smashed and glued back together — missing half the important pieces — no longer capable of holding anything. Those memories may have appeared vestigial
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minstrata: V-E-S-T… I-G-I-A-L. Vestigial.
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but they all piece up into something that can hold whatever fluid problem that came Minstrata's way.)
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Minstrata: I believe we can create something great
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Minstrata: already have that damn art project
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(Hug.)
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(Minstrata becomes overwhelmed at the amount of unorganized pages torn from their bindings. She closes her eyes
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and curls up among the dust.)
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(Minstrata screams. She remembers screaming, needing the prolonged comfort of anything she can fully, truly remember. She remembers what screaming means. She keeps screaming because of this.)
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: your screaming, I'm not buying that doll, and that is final! Now
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(Minstrata falls onto the floor of a mansion hall. She remains sniffling on the floor for an amount of time. She then stumbles up and runs through a door adjacent to her.)
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MINSTRATA: I'm getting… closer. I can— I feel it… I— I don't feel too good.
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(Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.)
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(Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.)
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(Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.)
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MINSTRATA: This isn't right…
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(Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.)
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(Minstrata stops. She turns to her side and walks through a door.)
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(The ballroom is packed. People are wearing clothes. Minstrata's dress is an elegant shade of color. People are moving. Music plays.)
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MInstrata: What a grand party!
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(A woman stands out in the crowd. Her dress is an elegant shade of color. Minstrata wades through the crowd towards her.)
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MInstrata: I believe I remember you.
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MInstrata: I'm still not sure… who you are.
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(Nobody is there. Music is not playing.)
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MInstrata: Oh god… no. No, no, no, it wasn't like this. I wasn't—
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(She is now in a room. It is gray — with a lingering hint of green. In the middle stands a little blue birdhouse on a pole. Minstrata shuffles to a corner of the room, appearing wary. Teeth smack on the inside of the birdhouse, accompanied by laughter.)
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(Minstrata creeps over to the birdhouse. She first peeks inside, then enters. She falls onto the floor of a dining room. Getting up, she sees many things. She sees the brown walls made of paint. She sees the gray floor littered with scraps.)
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(She sees things in wicker chairs, lining the long dining room table. They can only be described as angels, yet they are far from angelic. Light engulfs them. They have an amount of limbs, eyes, and mouths, all indulging on the contents of the table.)
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(Minstrata sees the contents of the table. Her learning to ride a bike, crashing and scraping her knee. Her meeting someone important. The countless things she did for a job she cared much for. The countless things she lost for a job she cared much for. The goods. The bads. Those other moments of indescribable emotion. It all lays splayed across the crooked wooden table. Some remain as mere crumbs — little are left to be dug into.)
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(She turns around and exits through a door behind her. She is now in a hallway, walls rowed in their entirely with identical doors. Both ways she looks, the hall goes on and on and on, so far that the farthest points visible appear to twist and bend, although the everything is clearly straight. Behind each door is the sound of more ravenous cognitive indulgence.)
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(People cry. People scream. People do neither — they don't know how. People exist without a past — without much of a future either. Their only form of presence is the present.)
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YOUR NAME IS MALORIE.
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THIS MUST BE DONE.
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DO NOT WORRY.
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(She isn't there anymore, as her mind flies into the Sun, melting away.)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5886 is seemingly self-contained within Humanoid Containment Chamber #1939 (HCC-1939) at Site-42. Testing of SCP-5886 has been suspended until feasible means of doing so are found.
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Description: SCP-5886 appears to be a dark-skinned male, approximately aged in its late teens or early twenties. Since its discovery, the subject has been completely motionless and intangible. The only evidence to SCP-5886's identity is its T-shirt, which bears the words "I am James Biggio. Leave me alone." written in black marker. A background check into the name James Biggio turned up a missing person's report for the subject out of Athens, Ohio, dated December 4th, 2013.
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Attempts to remove the bed SCP-5886 is lying on result in personnel appearing outside of the containment chamber with no memory of leaving the room. Adjustments to temperature within the chamber are similarly reversed.
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Discovery Log: SCP-5886 manifested inside of HCC-1939 on October 7th, 2014. Janitorial staff discovered the subject lying on the bed and alerted site security. Security unsuccessfully attempted to apprehend the subject before contacting research staff.
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Addendum SCP-5886-1: Disappearance
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On August 18th, 2020, the Pegasus Rising Project1 successfully created a wormhole for a span of 5 microseconds, causing a power outage throughout Site-42. Upon a safety check of containment chambers, SCP-5886 was missing from its chamber; a note was left in its place. The contents of the letter are transcribed below.
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So did everything around me. The cars on the street, my parents… I screamed at them. I pushed my dad and he hung in the air, frozen like the snowflakes. I called for help. I searched through town for anyone who would move. I walked around for hours. The whole town was stone still.
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I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was still night. I went back for my parents. My dad had moved. Not in front of me, but he wasn't hanging in the air. He was half-way from where I left him and the ground. My mom was looking at him now.
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I stayed with them for a while, but eventually I went exploring. I stopped in a restaurant and picked up some food. Left some cash, not that it matters at this point. While I was eating on a bench, I saw a hummingbird floating in the air next to the bushes. It had this beautiful red color under its throat, and I sat and watched it. After an hour or so (I'm guessing, my watch and cell phone are useless), I noticed its wings were moving. Not that I could see, but it was definitely halfway from top to bottom when it was at the top before.
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In my time like this, I've read every new book in every library I've come across. Not a lot of TV shows I can watch. A ruby-throated hummingbird beats its wings 50 times every second, and it took an hour and a half for it to move halfway.
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I've helped people too. People in front of cars about to get hit? Falling off a bridge? I've saved lives. But then they just stare off into nothing. I want to say I got used to not being thanked, but…
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This fucking sucks.
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I found one of your guys in a library in Chicago; they had dropped a bunch of books with pictures of a weird blue mouse and I saw a logo I didn't recognize on their badge. I came here and found your library. The things you guys research here are incredible. God, I wish I could see some of it in action.
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Then I saw this thing you guys are calling Pegasus Rising; a wormhole to another dimension? Finally, something different, maybe someone I could talk to.
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So I picked an empty cell and stayed here. Stayed still long enough that you guys could actually see me. And now you don't.
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Thanks for the room.
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SCP-5886's reclassification to Uncontained is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5963 is contained within a replicated ShowBiz Pizza Place located on the northern periphery of Site-119’s Anomalous Technology Containment Unit (ATCU). Foundation personnel, hereby referred to as "employees," are required to manage and operate this facility between the hours of 11:30 A.M. and 8:00 P.M. Other personnel, hereby referred to as "customers," are requested to periodically attend scheduled special events, occasions, or birthday parties within the new facility.
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Inspections of SCP-5963-1 are to occur in Arcade Room every Tuesday and Thursday. In the event that any SCP-5963-1 instance is damaged or begins to emit any odor during operating hours, employees are required to repair and clean them as soon as possible. Employees may contact Senior Researcher Devin Collins for documentation, materials, or assistance concerning the regular inspection, cleaning, and maintenance of SCP-5963.
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One D-Class personnel is granted access to SCP-5963-1 once per monthly basis. This is only to occur after the facility "closes" at 8:00 P.M. in order to minimize potential risks to other personnel. Researchers may continue physical or remote observations of these interactions.
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Description: SCP-5963 refers to a series of anomalous events that manifested within a currently abandoned ShowBiz Pizza Place1, located in Marionette, Wisconsin. These anomalous events can occur throughout the entirety of the premises; however, these occurences are solely dependent on a series of six arcade units, hereby collectively referred to as SCP-5963-1, that were recovered from the room of the same name.2
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Retrieved SCP-5963-1C instance recovered from ShowBiz Pizza Place in 1987.
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Whenever SCP-5963-1 is in operation, a series of anomalous events can manifest during conventional playtime. These events are dictated by SCP-5963-(A-F).
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SCP-5963-(A-F) is the collective designation given to six sapient entities that can manifest within any SCP-5963-1 instance. However, only one entity can appear between playthroughs. When active, SCP-5963-(A-F) can perform a series of physical and technical interactions with objects and players despite the limitations of its host SCP-5963-1 instance.3
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Recovered documents indicates that all SCP-5963-1 instances were directly purchased in-bulk from Arcadia, which correlates to several graphics of the company logo that appear on the exterior of the arcade units. No other information could be gathered from these sources.
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Addendum 5963.1 - Discovery:
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MARIONETTE CHRONICLES
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Local, Trustworthy, Reliable.
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June 7th, 1987
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PAGE 4 - Outdoor Sports Fest on June 14th
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25¢ - NO REFUNDS
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LOCAL RESTAURANT UNDER SCRUTINY?
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SHOWBIZ PIZZA PLACE UNDER INVESTIGATION AFTER THE ABDUCTION OF SIX CHILDREN.
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By Kassidy Kara
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MARIONETTE, WISCONSIN - ShowBiz Pizza Place has temporarily closed after the abduction of six children: Christopher Holems, Emily Hunt, William Duncan, Harper Reed, Justin Reed, and Mathew Gardiner, all of whom have not been seen since early last month. Eyewitnesses present at the time of these abductions, which occurred roughly between May 1st through May 7th, all recall a strange figure who reportedly led these children to the property of ShowBiz Pizza Place, currently operated by Michael Warren of Marionette County. One anonymous witness stated that they saw a child "completely disappear into thin air." These claims remain unverified due to a malfunctioning security system around the premises and a lack of suspects.
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"This is a disaster," says Raina Holems, the distraught mother of Christopher Holems. "It feels like he's been erased from the world. It's terrible, I've lost my home, my job, and now my son. I just don't know what to do anymore." Holems was not the only one to vocalize their worries. Pleading for his childrens return Marcus Reed has this to say: “Please, if you have our children, please! Bring them back. If you’re listening, Justin and Harper, we love you. Please, come home.” No traces of these children have been found yet.
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"We work very hard to maintain the safety and integrity of ShowBiz Pizza Place. To prevent further issues security will be updated and heavily monitored," says Michael Warren, current manager of ShowBiz Pizza Place, shortly after issuing a public statement on the matter (Page 6, "Security and ShowBiz, Warrens Statement").
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Local authorities believe that a more thorough investigation of the restaurant may uncover the clues necessary to begin revealing key suspects. Unfortunately, no more information has been provided concerning the missing children. Authorities have reported that current investigations are halted due to unforeseen events. If you have any information on these missing children please contact…
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Interview Log 5963.1
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Interviewed: Michael Warren
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Interviewer: Dr. Jackson Cohen
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Foreword: Dr. Cohen has been directed to evaluate and question Manager Michael Warren in order to ascertain enough evidence to validate the Foundation's involvement and the likelihood of anomalous influences surrounding ShowBiz Pizza Place.
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Dr. Cohen:(Dr. Cohen walks into the room, taking a seat across from Michael Warren) Evening, Mr. Warren. I'm with the MCPD. I'm sure you know why I'm here?
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Michael Warren: Of course.
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Dr. Cohen: All right then. (Cohen pauses, looking down at his clipboard) What is your affiliation with Arcadia? I noticed some of their company logos on a few of your arcade games.
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Michael Warren: I used to work for them several years ago. The only thing I have left of theirs are those arcade units I purchased from their headquarters in Irving. That was… when was it? Almost 2 or 3 years back? They were for our Arcade room back there. (Michael points past Cohen's right shoulder.)
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Dr. Cohen: Is that all? I couldn't help but notice that photo up there of you and Nolan Bushnell. (Cohen glances upwards.) Were you two close?
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Michael Warren: Nolan? Yeah, he and I were close. He hired me a few spots down the corporate ladder at Arcadia, when it first started. (Michael pauses.) It was a weird place. Sometimes, even when I worked for them, we got to see innovation. Other times we were dealing with some, uh, interesting customers. What about him?
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Dr. Cohen: Are you aware of his current whereabouts?
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Michael Warren: You mean where he's at now? Not anymore. We got out of touch a few years before I left. I only just talked to him shortly before I started here. Why, is he in trouble or somethin'?
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Dr. Cohen: Not that I'm aware of. But then again, it's not my job to know. I just ask the questions. (Cohen writes briefly.) Can you tell me what you do know about him? Nolan, I mean.
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Michael Warren: Nothing you don't probably already know. When I spoke with him, he told me that he knew about Arcadia's situation, when they were suffering from a harsh decline. The company was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy and I think he wanted to help 'em out, so he asked me to start this franchise. Of course, I accepted his offer, only 'cause I was afraid of being put out of a job once they went under. Later he asked if I could purchase some of their units for this place. I guess he was trying to work out some deal between ShowBiz and Arcadia that would help them out with their money situation.
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Dr. Cohen: I see. So what about those games back there?
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Michael Warren: Those junk heaps? What about them?
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Dr. Cohen: They seem like fairly new additions. Can you tell me about them?
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Michael Warren: They’re just normal games. We've had those since we opened, which didn't happen not too long ago. The opening, that is. Don't think they've ever been played before though.
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Dr. Cohen: Are all of your machines from Arcadia? Or just those few back there?
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Michael Warren: Just those ones.
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Dr. Cohen:(Cohen scribbles on a notepad.) Interesting. And you said they were working well?
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Michael Warren: Of course. The only hiccup I've had with 'em was when Nadia Patelle tried to clean them all off. She's our in-house employee, in charge of making the place look good. I guess she must've bumped into one a little too hard before we opened. It, uh, caused the screens to go a bit haywire. (He leans back in his chair.)
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Dr. Cohen: That's not good. (Cohen pauses.) I'll have a few people come in and take those then. For investigation reasons, of course.
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Michael Warren:(Michael momentarily grimaces before smiling.) I'm not quite sure why you would need them, but feel free. Although, you may have some trouble turning them on. The only place they seem to work at is here. Trust me, I've tried. But if you still need them, I have a few more units I can use as backups until you can safely return 'em. They're quite unique.
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Dr. Cohen: I see. Well, in that case, we'll have to figure out something else. That's all the questions I had. Thank you again, Mr. Warren.
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Closing Statement: Local authorities currently suspect Michael Warren as a prime perpetrator of the missing children.4 It should be further noted that due to the involvement of Arcadia technologies, the authorization of a recovery operation from the Foundation has been deemed appropriate to minimize the risk of anomalous influence.
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Addendum 5963.2 - Exploration & Analysis:
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Event N°: 5963-01
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Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1C (Asteroids)
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Personnel Involved: Dr. Jackson Cohen
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Synopsis: Dr. Cohen, whilst investigating SCP-5963-1C, discovered that after gaining a score of approximately 2500, smaller asteroids slowly began to align themselves along the center of the screen. Closer inspection of this alignment revealed the message "STOP," which remained visible on-screen for a period lasting up to 2 minutes. Further gameplay revealed the manifestation of a new sprite, closely resembling Dr. Cohen's interactable "ship" and hereby designated as SCP-5963-C, that would continuously collide with objects (or asteroids) near the player. These collisions would end with a brief death animation, followed shortly by the sound of a loud, human-like scream that would last several seconds. Later inspections of SCP-5963-1C revealed that no audio file resembling the aforementioned scream has ever existed.
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Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1B (Missile Command)
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Personnel Involved: D-199834, Dr. Jackson Cohen
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Synopsis: Subject D-199834 was directed to interact with SCP-5963-1B for approximately 30 minutes. During this time, Dr. Cohen reported drastic behavioral altercations with some of the animatronic characters that were active within ShowBiz Pizza Place5, which included "several fits of apparent rage" and "random and incoherent chants of a seemingly Satanic background" per his original statement. This behavior abruptly ended after D-199834 stopped interacting with SCP-5963-1B.
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Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1E (Centipede)
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Personnel Involved: D-573910, Dr. Ryan Phillips
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Synopsis: During D-573910's playthrough, Dr. Phillips reported a series of strange malfunctions concerning a series of light fixtures above the vicinity of SCP-5963-1E. Further analysis shows that these fixtures were connected within close proximity to SCP-5963-1E itself.
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Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1D (Lunar Lander)
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Synopsis: Dr. Phillips reported that, during the first level of SCP-5963-1D, the platform in which the player is supposed to land disappeared entirely, causing him to continuously fall downward. As this occurred, a pop-up window displaying the text "they constantly haunt me" appeared, despite SCP-5893-1D being unable to perform this task prior. The prompt remained on-screen for the duration of Dr. Phillips's playthrough.
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Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1A (Pong)
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Personnel Involved: Dr. Jackon Cohen, Dr. Ryan Phillips, Sr. Researcher Devin Collins
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Synopsis: SCP-5963-A manifested as Player 2 after several minutes, gaining control of the right side of the screen. During brief moments, SCP-5963-1A would cease functionality. During this period, SCP-5963-A could be seen moving horizontally towards the left side of the screen. Once SCP-5963-1A became operational, SCP-5963-1 would revert back to its initial state, playing against Player 1 (Dr. Jackson Cohen) as intended. During the playthrough, Dr. Jackson commented on the fluidity and the increasing difficulty of playing against SCP-5963-A. The experiment was later terminated at Dr. Cohen's request.
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Opening Statement: Sr. Researcher Devin Collins reported that, during an experiment involving SCP-5963-1A (Pong) and one D-Class personnel, an interactable keyboard appeared on-screen. This keyboard was later followed by the message. "who are you. please stop [sic]," which was presumably sent by SCP-5963-A. During this period, Sr. Researcher Collins was successfully able to communicate with the anomaly, with logs of the event added below:
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Kings Canyon National Park, the location of SCP-6030
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Item #: SCP-6030
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Areas of Kings Canyon National Park that have been identified as high-risk zones for SCP-6030 are to be cordoned off from public access. All persons found crossing into high-risk zones are to be detained and questioned for potential SCP-6030-1 status. Containment Team Zeta-453 has been tasked with permanent monitoring duty for identifying potential SCP-6030-1 instances and quarantining them for further treatment.
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Description: SCP-6030 is a recurring temporospatial phenomenon found in regions of Kings Canyon National Park, located in California, USA. When certain individuals (designated as SCP-6030-1 instances) enter SCP-6030 zones, they disappear from local reality after an indeterminate amount of time and become unrecoverable.1
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38 years old, Arab descent, male. Subject had no prior outdoors experience, and had traveled from New York City to Kings Canyon after an abrupt disappearance from his job as a software engineer. Unmarried, no children.
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Anomaly manifested roughly 500 feet off the trail leading through Zumwalt Meadow. Subject described the entirety of the meadow as having been replaced by a collection of featureless skyscrapers with numerous doors. The subject reported hearing a “comforting voice” that he attempted to follow, though he was unable to find the source prior to Foundation interception.
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Subject 85
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84 years old, African-American, male. Subject had traveled extensively in his youth as a military veteran, but was largely confined to a wheelchair following a stroke. Convinced members of his extended family to take him to Kings Canyon as part of a family vacation.
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Anomaly manifested outside of the Giant Tree Museum at the base of the Sentinel Tree, a large, partially burned out sequoia tree with an open view of its interior. Subject reported that the sky darkened to a twilight shade, despite the event occurring during the morning. The interior of the tree was covered with a thick layer of red poppy flowers, which gave off an "inviting" scent. Subject was restrained by his family, and questioned by Foundation staff embedded at park medical services.
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Subject 152
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42 years old, Caucasian, female. Subject had extensive outdoors experience, and was an experienced mountaineer and thru-hiker who was midway through hiking the length of the Pacific Crest Trail.2 Divorced, no children.
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Anomaly manifested along Mather Pass, in the backcountry section of the park to the east. Subject wandered off the trail for nearly 23 miles through extremely difficult terrain before being flagged as missing by a fellow hiking companion. Wilderness rescue personnel found the subject after she had collapsed from a combination of dehydration and heat exhaustion. The subject reported that her surroundings consisted of thick, grassy vegetation that obscured her vision, despite the rocky and nearly bare consistency of Mather Pass. Furthermore, the subject stated that she felt as though she was being followed by an unknown entity, leading her to flee towards the direction of shelter, though she could not identify how she knew where the aforementioned shelter was. No further explanation was given.
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History: The first documented case of SCP-6030 was recorded in 1929 by Theodore Lewis, an undercover American Secure Containment Initiative3 agent embedded within the United States National Park Service. Lewis served as the lead investigator for a series of missing persons cases that terminated at Kings Canyon National Park, and journaled extensively about his progress. Review of these efforts led to their retroactive designation as the first known instance of SCP-6030, though it is believed that the anomaly itself predates Lewis’s research.
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Drawing upon his experience in the American military, Lewis wrote entries in his journal in a series of increasingly complex ciphers. While initial entries were written with simple substitution and transposition ciphers, later entries introduced Vigenère and Polybius Square ciphers along with other more difficult to decode tactics. The last entries of his journal utilized highly complicated anomalo-ciphers using asymmetric ontological keys, spectral ciphers, and other novel techniques that are still classified pending further review. It is unknown how Lewis obtained knowledge of these methods.
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Foundation cryptanalysis efforts were unable to decode Lewis’s final entries until a breakthrough in 2020 was made by a cryptographic team led by Researcher Faisal Setiawan. Setiawan compiled extensive documentation of his team’s progress concerning SCP-6030, annotated with his own personal notes. The results of this investigation are included below, in chronological order.
Occupation: Intelligence Officer, United States Military Intelligence Division, followed by National Park Service Ranger and embedded ASCI agent
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Biography: Theodore Lewis was born on May 8th, 1895, in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Records of his early life are scant, though Lewis himself notes in his journal that his childhood was unremarkable. By his own admission, Lewis’s enlistment in the United States Army shortly before its entry into World War I was the most impactful event of his life up to that point.
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Lewis displayed an aptitude for military intelligence and investigative research, leading to his recruitment by the Military Intelligence Division (MID). Lewis was dispatched on military reconnaissance missions during the Third Battle of Aisne, and later during the Meuse-Argonne Offensive, which, in his own words, "proved to be formative experiences." This would later result in his recommendation to the ASCI as a post-war operative specializing in investigative work and reconnaissance.
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While he served in a number of different postings, his last and most important one was as a National Park Ranger at Kings Canyon National Park, where he discovered SCP-6030 while tracking a missing persons case in 1929. Lewis would work on researching SCP-6030 up until his own disappearance in the summer of 1930. His documentation of SCP-6030 remained unknown until 1976, when his journal and other work was discovered in legacy archives that had been improperly categorized during the Foundation merger with the ASCI. While Lewis's first entries were rapidly decoded, his remaining work became something of an open challenge for aspiring Foundation cryptanalysts until the last sequence of entries was fully decrypted by the aforementioned team led by Faisal Setiawan.
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Lewis with ASCI supervisor, Thomas Middleton.
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DOB: 08/02/1984
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Occupation: Foundation Level 3 Researcher, specializing in cryptanalysis, machine learning, and data science
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Biography: Faisal Setiawan was born on August 2nd, 1984 in Daly City, California. After graduating from Stanford University with a degree in mathematical and computer science, Setiawan worked in a number of early machine learning applications in infosecurity and cryptography. He was later recruited by the Foundation as a cryptographic researcher, specializing in anomalous cryptanalysis.
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Setiawan received two promotions prior to his assignment on SCP-6030. Coworkers and managers described Setiawan as diligent, hard-working, and polite, but noted that he largely kept to himself outside of work. Setiawan did not actively attend most work social events, and was considered to be somewhat of an outsider, even within the relatively small cryptanalysis department.
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Nonetheless, Setiawan proved to be a talented researcher and cryptographer. After receiving several commendations for past work, Setiawan led a team that dedicated itself to fully decrypting Theodore Lewis’s work on SCP-6030, which they successfully completed in 2020.
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Lewis’s Journal, Entry 1: The following is a decrypted version of Lewis’s first journal entry, dated to May 3rd, 1929, when he first arrived in King’s Canyon.
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I arrived in General Grant National Park today.4 I am of the opinion that there is no sight more majestic, more magnificent than what God has seen fit to give us here. Unlike Yosemite to the north, the park is as of yet untouched by the ravages of picnickers and weekend tourists from the rest of California, giving it a kind of purity that I admire. I spent most of the day walking around the base of what has come to be known as “Paradise Valley.” The valley is nothing short of breathtaking, and a more apt name could not be found. At times I found myself simply stopping to gaze at the view, which I have included a photograph of.
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Paradise Valley, 1929
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Josephine quite likes the weather here as well. She and the baby are settling in as I write this entry. I'm not sure that baby William enjoys the environment as much, however; he gave his mother quite a headache as he would not stop wailing the entire day. Josephine has done an admirable job calming him down, however, and for now, peace is restored to the valley.
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With regards to the case, I have liaised with the local authorities concerning the disappearances, and have attempted to make headway on the last known sightings of the various missing persons. Tomorrow, I plan on personally visiting the relevant areas to see if I can sniff out any other relevant details.
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Faisal’s Notes: 03/12/2018
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First entry of interest in Lewis’s journal that directly mentions SCP-6030, but it’s also the first one where he changes up his entry format. Up to this point, Lewis has mostly written his entries in a fairly basic substitution cipher. Not unexpected, considering the low sophistication of most ciphers of that period. What’s interesting here though, is that Lewis introduced a more complicated substitution into this entry. Why exactly did he do that? Not sure we’ll ever get a clear answer, but it’s definitely odd considering he didn’t comment on it anywhere else.
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Lewis was a pretty avid photographer evidently, which is doubly impressive considering the equipment they had to lug around in those days. Not sure if the photos themselves mean much, but it’s impressive that they’ve even managed to survive this long. Makes you wonder how much the place has changed since then.
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…I should probably be focusing on the decryption efforts rather than digging through old history. It’d be nice to mull over these entries a bit more, but the rest of the team is already focused on cracking the later ones. I don’t blame them, considering that these entries are pretty basic, but I do think it’s good to get a sense for where Lewis must have been coming from.
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Lewis’s Journal, Entry 2: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to May 4th, 1929, the day after the first entry.
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The climb to Silver Spray Falls takes one to the highest peaks of the Tehipite Valley. Although strenuous and long, I find that the hidden gems to be discovered in these corners of the mountains to be some of the most rewarding.
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Silver Spray Falls, 1929
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On a more somber note, these falls were the last known sighting of two of our missing persons. One, an older gentleman from Marin, who had retired from his profession as a carpenter some years ago, and the second, a young man from over the border in Nevada who was working as a miner. By all appearances, the two men shared almost nothing in common, not their age, profession, even race or religion. And yet, both men were spotted here last by two different groups of hikers, three weeks apart. My instinct tells me that such a thing is not a coincidence.
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Could it be that both men slipped and fell over these selfsame cliffs that I was just admiring, plunging to their deaths? Did they perhaps share a hidden calling that others were not privy to? Or was it, indeed, a mere coincidence? After investigating the area, I can find no sign of tracks, disturbed passage, or natural disaster that could have caused two men to disappear into the woods. Not even a body to speak of, or any evidence of where one might have been.
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There are, as of yet, still a few more sites to investigate, and a stack of reports to pore over. I hope that I can make some more headway into them before I retire for the evening with Josephine. Still much more to be done.
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Lewis’s Journal, Entry 3: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to July 10th, 1929.
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Below Silver Spray Falls lies the expanse of the Tehipite Valley. Although not technically part of General Grant Park, it is a sister to the Paradise Valley, and is none the lesser in terms of stature, beauty, and quiet reverence. Tracing the path of the water down to this valley below takes one through a journey of quiet birds, grazing mountain goats, and idyllic peace.
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Tehipite Valley, 1929
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It is a shame that such a peaceful place would be home to such tragedy as this. Days of searching, poring through every inch of the terrain with an army of volunteers, and yet, nothing. If these men and women had simply died due to some tragic mishap, we would still find some evidence of their passing. A body, gnawed on bones, shreds of clothing, even a bit of trash from their passage. And yet, not a speck to be found. It is as if they simply…vanished.
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In my studies of the paranormal, I have found many strange occurrences that led to disappearances, but none that seem so…random. Many people travel through these areas, but it seems as though individuals are picked off as if by a whim, suddenly disappearing into the aether with no trace left behind. How is one to conduct an investigation with no clues?
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I digress. There are still profiles on the victims to consider….though with our count now up to almost a dozen individuals suspected of disappearing, the task grows more daunting.
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Nonetheless, we must persevere.
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Faisal’s Notes: 05/15/2018
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I like to think that the photos he left in these entries gives a sense for what he must have been seeing when he was in Kings Canyon, poring through the same mystery that we’re still hunting through all these years later. It’s kind of reassuring in a way-two generations of Foundation researchers, united in the same task…or perhaps a bit depressing that we still haven’t figured out the secret even after all this time. O5 Command certainly thinks so, because they've started to ask us for updates concerning the project. I've never had to directly deal with any administrators before, so to say that the stress level has been ramped up would be a huge understatement…
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Still, the angles of attack that we’re taking on these new entries are promising. Still waiting for the algorithms to crunch through the data set, but the team is excited about what we might find. While they’re waiting on the results, I’ve been re-reading these entries. Trying to get a sense for what Lewis might have figured out that we haven’t yet. You never know what we might dig up while reading through old history.
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While reading through some other logs, I read that the official count for SCP-6030 Daltu mergers is recorded at 435, but they estimate that it’s a gross undercount based on how difficult it is to actually track this thing. In the grand scheme of things, as horrible as it sounds, that’s…not that bad? Considering how long we’ve known about it, that is.
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It’s weird. 6030 isn’t the most devastating anomaly we have in the catalogue by a long shot, it isn’t the most widespread, and it isn’t the most deadly either. But something about these people disappearing in Kings Canyon for the better part of a century (if not longer) for no reason just…frustrates me. I understand how Lewis must have felt. The complete lack of clues is almost infuriating in a way. Like it’s taunting us for how little we actually understand about it.
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Maybe I should take a nap…
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Lewis’s Journal, Entry 5: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to October 24th, 1929.
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In the far eastern reaches of the park lies a sweeping mountain range, the southernmost echoes of the mighty Sierra Nevada mountains, which themselves are children of the towering Rocky Mountains. The Hermit rises above its brethren to dominate the skyline here, ascetic-like in its isolation as it meditates alone.
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The Hermit, 1929
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Quiet meditation has been on my mind as of late. We are now up to at least two dozen disappearances, if not more. Our current expedition to the Hermit was in search of more clues that may have been disturbed in the more populated segments of the park. And yet, despite all of our searching, nothing physical manifests. There are still no signs of anything out of the ordinary. If there is something to see with this anomaly, then we are simply blind to it.
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In the evenings, when I have time away from Josephine and the baby, I scan the profiles compiled about our missing persons. This, so far, has been our only breakthrough. While at first, I believed there to be little in common between our disappearances, I have begun to identify a few common threads that may be of value.5
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Missing individuals tend to be older, though the youngest we have identified was merely 20.
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Most of them are unmarried, widowed, or otherwise divorced.
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Prior familiarity with the park is not a factor. Most have never traveled here before.
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The evidence is, as of yet, meagre. I continue to work to find the strands that connect these cases, but I must admit that it’s beginning to take a toll on me. I feel myself growing somewhat haggard from the strain, and my sleep has been poor. I know that Josephine worries after me, though I say nothing. Nonetheless, we must persevere.
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It frustrates me. I began my search here in pursuit of recovering those who had been lost, and yet it seems that we are no closer to that end than when I started. As a man who prides himself on truth finding it is…more than a little demoralizing. I had hoped that our excursion would help at least to assuage some of my own thoughts concerning the investigation, but it has only inflamed an even greater desire within me to figure out the mystery of the park.
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I am so very tired. And yet, we must persevere.
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Faisal’s Notes: 09/14/2018
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This is the last entry that was decoded before our team began its work. The final stopping point of knowledge that we inherited from Lewis for more or less the last quarter century, even though there are still so many more pages to go.
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Our last few attacks on the entries didn’t work. We thought we had something promising through a list of different symmetric attacks, but it ended up empty. I’m still in awe at the complexity of the ciphers that Lewis employed after this log-most of this stuff is pretty advanced for today’s standards, and Lewis didn’t have the advantage of a computer to write them for him. The last few entries are…daunting to say the least. The ones we’re working on now at least have some recognizable patterns to them, but the last few start dipping into anomalous territory that will require some really crazy stuff. It doesn’t help that the other teams attached to the project are really breathing down our necks. We’ve got O5 Command asking for updates every week now, but we don’t really have much to show them.
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I can’t help but echo Lewis here again. It’s immensely annoying, not being able to figure out much. What makes people pack up their things, quit their jobs, and disappear into the woods? Lewis seems to have thought it was something to do with their current status…but I’m not too sure of that considering the things we’ve been digging up as of late. Not so easy to find those patterns anymore, kind of like the patterns that Lewis himself left for us.
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Frankly, the team is exhausted at this point. It feels like a never-ending cycle for the entire SCP-6030 team. We grind on this work all day long, sitting in front of our computers, waging a battle that isn’t giving us much. It’s a lot to handle. It just feels unrewarding at times. I’m getting a sense for how Lewis must have felt, working on this more or less alone.
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There’s gotta be more to it. You don’t just write a dozen more entries after this and hide it behind twenty layers of ciphertext unless you have something worth hiding.
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I’m tired too, Lewis. But I have to keep moving. I won’t be able to sleep unless I figure it out.
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LEVEL 4/6030 CLEARANCE REQUIRED AHEAD
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The file you are attempting to access is restricted to personnel with Level 4/6030 clearance only. Please do not attempt to open the following documentation without approved clearance.
Lewis’s Journal, Entry 6: On 12/08/2018, Setiawan’s team decrypted the first new entry of Lewis’s journal in over 12 years. The following is the entirety of the entry, dated to January 4th, 1930, some 3 months after his last decoded entry.
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The barrier between General Grant and Sequoia Park to the south is a mighty stretch of mountains called the Great Western Divide. The divide soars well over ten thousand feet into the air, effectively cleaving these two ancient parks in twain, never to meet. A nearly impassable fortress for all but the most prepared of travelers, it serves as a reminder of the walls that God himself constructed. Beautiful, but inhospitable. Barren. Bleak.
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The Great Western Divide, 1930
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And yet, all of that seemed to matter little to the man we discovered stumbling across its great slopes today. Half mad, clothes worn ragged, and carrying almost no provisions, this man was attempting to cross over from Sequoia to this side of the park for no discernible reason. After stopping him, we attempted to treat him for heat exhaustion and dehydration when he began ranting and raving while I tried to give him water.
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He claimed that he saw…something. I do not know what it was, but it seemed to cause him great anxiety. He thrashed violently as my men tried to restrain him, to calm him down, to reassure him that he was safe. This lasted for a few minutes, until he finally began to relax, heart thumping away all the while, a sheen of sweat on his face.
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Then, he began murmuring in a low voice, one that I strained to hear. I recorded a few of the sentences here, though I have no understanding of what they could have meant, and to whom they might have been addressed, as he did not answer any of the questions we asked.
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“I’m not ready.”
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“Are you sure?”
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“I’m just sick of fighting.”
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“I understand.”
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Then, he faded. To be clear, I do not mean some sort of euphemism for dying. I mean that the man began fading away from view in my very arms, and after the course of a few moments, was gone entirely. Not invisible. Not dead. Simply…gone. Here one moment, and then entirely gone the next.
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I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t deeply shaken by the incident. As I sit here writing, I have been unable to sleep, though Josephine called me to bed hours ago. The obvious question is, of course, if this could happen to myself as well…or worse, Josephine and William.
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I do not know. The more I study, the less convinced I am that I will know. There are simply too many questions, and no answers. At times like this, I begin to doubt if we are even meant to know the answer. Did God devise questions for us that were not meant to be solved?
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Faisal’s Notes: 12/08/2018
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I can’t believe it. People have been trying to crack some of these entries for longer than I’ve been alive, and we finally made some headway. It’s incredible. We could write whole papers, plural, on the work we’ve already done here. O5 is happier than they were before, even if they’re still harassing us every other day.
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So then why don’t I feel like it was very satisfying? We decrypted a nearly impossible sequence, and things look good for the next few entries, and yet…it’s not as exciting as I thought it would be.
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I was tasked with solving the cryptographic challenges, but somewhere along the way, I think I became more engrossed in the larger mystery. It was exciting to find out that Lewis himself had actually seen a Daltu merger happening in real time, but to hear that he couldn’t figure out much more beyond that is demoralizing. I was hoping that there would be more answers there, I suppose.
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SCP-6030-1 Incident Alpha: On 3/15/2019, a member of the SCP-6030 cryptographic team was flagged for potential SCP-6030-1 presence after unauthorized purchases of flight tickets to Kings Canyon National Park were discovered on a personal computer. As group leader, Faisal Setiawan was tasked with interviewing the subject.
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Camera feed starts. Subject is seated at an interview table in a secure interrogation room, handcuffed. Setiawan enters the room, and sits down across from her, carrying a manila envelope.
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Subject: Faisal.
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Setiawan: Allison.
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Subject: You look tired, Faisal.
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Setiawan: You’re not looking much better yourself.
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Subject: C’mon Faisal. No one’s shouldering more of the load than you are these days.
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Setiawan: We’re all under a lot of stress. Lot of pressure to figure out what’s going on here, especially from O5 and other higher ups. I’m the group leader, so I’ve just got to shoulder a bit more than the rest of you.
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Subject: You ever wonder why?
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Setiawan: Why what?
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Subject: Why the Foundation cares so much about this thing.
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Setiawan: You mean a disappearing set of people in a high profile national park? What are you talking about? Of course the Foundation cares.
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Subject: A few dozen a year, max, Faisal. Yes, it’s a tragedy, and yes, it’s a big mystery. But c’mon. Almost two thousand people disappear into the woods each year in the United States and nobody bats an eye. Why so much fuss about this thing? Why all the teams and the research?
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Setiawan: Allison, c’mon-
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Subject: Because it’s a black eye. We all know it. It’s absurd how many resources we’ve poured into this thing, but we do it because it’s an affront to our pride. That we have all this money, power, and knowledge, but we still can’t figure out why people choose to disappear in Kings Canyon. It’s annoying because of how easy it should be. You ever wonder what they must have tried in higher levels of clearance that we haven’t even seen? I’ve read your notes, Faisal. I know you feel the same way.
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Setiawan: …what’s your point?
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Subject: I’m just…tired. Really tired, Faisal. It’s just exhausting coming in here every day and pouring our soul into our work for almost no gain. It just leaves you…empty inside. At some point it just becomes too much. When does it end?
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Setiawan: When we figure it out.
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Subject: And what happens if we can’t-
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Setiawan: That’s not how we do things, Allison. Our entire job is to figure things out. We don’t accept that for an answer. Just what were you hoping to accomplish by going there, anyway?
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Subject: I just…I just wanted to see what it was like. You know I’ve never been to Kings Canyon? Even before I started on this project. Before they banned us.
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Setiawan: I know.
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Subject: It’s calling to me. The wild. It’s telling me that there’s something there for me. That I can go and be free of all this. The toil. The grind. I can just…disappear. Not have to worry about it all anymore. I don’t have to struggle like I’ve been doing.
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Setiawan: Can you explain that more?
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Subject: No. Honestly, no. I don’t think you would understand. I don’t think you could understand. And it’s not a compulsion either. I want to do this.
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Setiawan: How do I know that?
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Subject: Run the scans. Do the neuro profile. You know I’m telling the truth. There’s nothing forcing me into this. I just want to be done.
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Subject pauses for a few moments.
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Subject: So where does that leave us?
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Setiawan: You know the procedure. We amnesticize you, put you on medication, and send you back to work.
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Subject: I understand. I-
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Setiawan: I’m sorry.
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Following this incident, the subject was remanded to psychiatric care for SCP-6030-1 instances. After three months of treatment, the subject returned to active work on SCP-6030.
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Faisal’s Journal Entry - 07/13/2019: The following journal entry was logged in Faisal Setiawan’s personal journal, separately from his regular SCP-6030 documentation. It has been included here for its relevance to SCP-6030.
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Allison’s words have been on my mind for a while now. They kept me up at night, so much so that I just couldn’t let it rest. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. When does it end? How much do we really know?
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So I did some digging into things I probably shouldn’t have. Level 4 documentation on SCP-6030. I just needed to see if there was something that we were missing at our level. There was pretty rigorous security on the docs but…well…when you’ve been spending the last year plus on decrypting advanced anomalo-security measures that no one’s ever seen before, suddenly the memetic kill agents aren’t quite as daunting.
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And waduh, the things that we didn’t even know were going on. Did you know that we have a cloning machine? I sure as hell didn’t. Apparently it’s been used to bring back people who’ve died, and it works perfectly, over and over again…except for SCP-6030. They tried using it on someone who went missing in the park and…nothing. Brought back a warm body, but it’s like they were in a coma. Couldn’t be woken up. No life behind their eyes, just a persistent vegetative state.
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That sent the higher ups into a tailspin apparently. They tried everything to see how they could recover people who went in and didn’t come out. None of them worked. Finally, they tried some really crazy stuff, things that I barely understand. Something about ontological signatures, which, from what I gather, are some kind of metaphysical profile that’s unique to an individual. It persists even after they die, because they still left an imprint on reality, and could, maybe, be recovered with something like SCP-2000. This goes doubly so for people who are teleported to other dimensions or adjacent realities.
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Except, and say it with me this time, for SCP-6030. They tried tracing the ontological signature of an agent who disappeared, to see if they had been shunted over to some other dimension or reality. Maybe they were just lost somewhere else? But after running the trace algorithm, they found that it had disappeared.
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Apparently that really made shit hit the wall, which is right when they pulled my team in to do some more work on the cryptographic side. Might as well see if anyone else figured anything out right?
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When you start working here, I feel like there’s an understanding that someone has the answers. Maybe you’re just not the right clearance level for getting the full picture, or at least you can work on deducing a little bit of the puzzle. To find out that the higher ups with full clearance are just as clueless as we are is…terrifying, to put it mildly.
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Just what the hell is going on here?
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Lewis’s Journal, Entry 6: On 09/02/2019, Setiawan’s team decrypted the next relevant entry for SCP-6030 in Lewis’s journal, dated to May 3rd, 1930.
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From the heights of the high Glaciated Canyons, looking down between the Grand Sentinel and North Dome peaks, one sees the mighty Cedar Grove, dwelling in the shade of these titanic mountains. Hidden here, nestled in the shadow of two great walls, the cedars have escaped the wrath of hungry loggers looking to feed the never-ending appetite for new homes in California.
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Cedar Grove, 1930
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I wish that it were possible for me to hide as they do, living a peaceful life away from prying eyes and predatory lumbermen. How beautiful and simple their life must be, soaking up the endless rays of God’s sun, free from any care or concern.
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I am not so lucky. I am burdened with the knowledge of what I have done, what I must do, and what little I have accomplished during this investigation. It has been exactly one year since I arrived in this park, and I have precious little to show for it other than an increasing count of missing persons, a tremendous toll on my health, and a family whom I almost never have time to see. There is, simply put, no end in sight.
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During the war, I found myself trapped in a trench with a group of other men. It had been days, if not weeks of ceaseless bombardments overhead, with back and forth motion along the trenches as was common for the conflict. We had pushed and pushed, and pushed, trying to keep advancing onwards, never stopping, always persevering. And yet, as we huddled there in the trench, trying our best to stay low, to avoid notice, to simply survive, I felt nothing but a deep, all-consuming weariness. No fire, no desire to keep moving. Simply weariness.
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It felt as though we had nothing to show for all our work. Thousands had perished, pushing back and forth for scarcely a few dozen miles of terrain, when all was said and done. And it never, ever, stopped. We were simply stuck in this great war, cogs in a much vaster war machine than we could conceive of. There was naught else to do but to keep struggling, but at that moment, as mortar shells fell around us, I simply wanted to give up.
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It pains me to say it, looking back. I felt like less of a man for the thought. But it was the truth. I was simply beyond struggling. I simply could not muster the strength to keep going. And I was ready to surrender, seeing as there was little end in sight.
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But then, a miracle. The shelling stopped. The war was over, we were told. A higher power than us men in the trenches had decided that we could cease. We could finally rest. We were done. We could go home.
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As I sit here, watching the view over this ancient grove, I am struck by the same feeling I had, deep in those trenches, when all I wanted was to be finished. Weary does not even begin to describe my state. I am simply tired of struggling here to no end, and I do not think that there is a miracle coming this time. I do not wish for more toil, I do not wish for more responsibility to fall upon my shoulders, and in my heart, I have surrendered to the mystery of the wilds. I am simply, deeply, tired of it all.
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I hear it now, too.
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The call of the wild roars in my ears, and it beckons to me.
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I am finally beginning to understand, perhaps, what those missing people must have felt.
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I think I may answer it.
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Faisal’s Journal Entry - 09/03/2019:
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No no no.
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C’mon. There’s one last entry. There’s gotta be some answer there. It can’t end like this.
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Please.
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Lewis’s Journal, Entry 7: On 03/08/2020, Setiawan’s team decrypted the last entry in Lewis’s journal, dated to July 18th, 1930.
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Tehipite Dome is the king of peaks in the valley. The largest dome in all of the Sierras, it rises high above its peers, even lonelier than the Hermit. Its splendor is plain, and it does not bow to the valley below.
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Tehipite Dome, 1930
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I know in my heart that it ends there. Perhaps I may find some answers. Or perhaps I may finally rest.
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To Josephine and William: I am sorry. I shall miss you terribly.
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Theodore Lewis and his family
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I cannot persevere any longer.
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SCP-6030-1 Incident Beta: On 03/09/2020, it was discovered that Faisal Setiawan had booked an unauthorized flight to Kings Canyon National Park. Additionally, Setiawan had made an illegal equipment requisition request for a set of reality-anchored camera equipment and a neurological link that would enable recording video from his mental perspective, transmitted to a reality-anchored drop site.
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Three days later, the following transmission was received at the linked drop site, consisting of a single 34 minute video recording from Setiawan’s own experience. The transcript of this recording is included below.
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The recording begins. Setiawan is hiking through Paradise Valley, the first site that Theodore Lewis visited when he arrived at the park. The sky overhead is free of clouds, and the trail is empty of people.
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Setiawan: It’s beautiful. It really is. The pictures Lewis took, they just don’t quite do it justice.
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Setiawan abruptly takes a step off the path, and begins heading into the wilderness beyond. He approaches a series of rocks that lead upwards, past the valley and into the mountains. Setiawan begins climbing, using his hands and feet to find sure footing as he ascends higher up the rocks. The sound of his exertions become audible as he continues to climb for the better part of 20 minutes.
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Pulling himself up over a cliff, he finds himself in a small clearing atop the rocks. There are flowers in full bloom around him, growing out of the rocks and cliffs themselves, including lavender, monkshood, lilies, and other varieties of mountain flowers. The sky has turned to colors of purple, red, and gold, as Setiawan pauses for a moment at the edge of the cliff, peering out towards the horizon where the sun has begun to set.
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Setiawan: It truly is spectacular.
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Unidentified voice: It is.
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Setiawan turns, to see a woman of Southeast Asian descent, wearing a set of mountaineer’s equipment, walk towards him. The woman seats herself next to Setiawan on the ledge, and they look out at the horizon together for a few moments. Setiawan sighs.
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Setiawan: I’m tired. So, so tired. It was just too much.
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Unidentified voice: Shh, shh, I know. You did your best. I’m so proud of you.
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Setiawan: Really?
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Unidentified voice: Really.
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The pair continue to watch as the sun dips lower, finally setting and beginning to cast the valley below into a twilight glow. The two sit quietly for a while longer until only the last few rays of the sun are still visible over the horizon, dimly lighting a thin patch of the sky a final streak of reddish-purple.
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Setiawan: I…think I’m ready to go home now.
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Unidentified voice: Then let’s go together.
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The feed ends. Faisal Setiawan was reclassified as Missing in Action, pending retrieval.
Filename: middle-forks.jpg
+Name: View down Middle Fork Kings River Canyon below Tehipite Valley.
+Author: National Park Service, Jim Carson
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:SEKI Digital Archives
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Filename: falls.jpg
+Name: Misc. Falls, Silver Spray Falls.
+Author: National Park Service, John Palmer
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:SEKI Digital Archives
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Filename: tehipite.jpg
+Name: Tehipite Dome, Tehipite Valley
+Author: National Park Service
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:SEKI Digital Archives
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Filename: kings-canyon-scale.png
+Name: Kings Canyon
+Author: weizhong
+License: CC By SA 3.0
+Source Link: Personal photograph
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Filename: cedar.jpg
+Name: Cedar Grove, Looking down canyon from Bubbs Creek trail, Glaciated Canyons, Grand Sentinel (left), North Dome (right).
+Author: National Park Service, Wayne Bryant
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:SEKI Digital Archives
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Filename: hermit.jpg
+Name: The Hermit from Darwin Bench.
+Author: National Park Service, Henry LaSala
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:SEKI Digital Archives
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Filename: paradise.jpg
+Name: "Paradise Valley, Kings River Canyon (Proposed as a national park)," California, 1936., ca. 1936 - NARA - 519937.jpg
+Author: National Park Service, Ansel Adams
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: Lewis-cropped.jpg
+Name: Unknown
+Author: National Park Service
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Yosemite National Park Facebook Page
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Filename: lewis-2.jpg
+Name: 164a.jpg
+Author: National Park Service, J.V. Lloyd
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:One Hundred Years in Yosemite
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Filename: lewis-3.jpg
+Name: Washington B. "Dusty" Lewis, 1921.
+Author: National Park Service
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:AC Pillsbury Foundation
Structure formerly located above SCP-6076's containment chamber, believed to serve as a grave marker.
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Assigned Site
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Site Director
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Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Calatin Clan")
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Special Containment Procedures
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SCP-6076 is currently kept in a retrofitted chamber built around its original recovery site, bound with steel cable to a stone pillar.
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The interior of the cavern has also been lined with steel and the original stone gates replaced with a reinforced vault door. Observation of SCP-6076 is to take place remotely using installed security cameras; personnel are only to enter the containment chamber for scheduled feedings. Two automated turrets are to remain locked onto SCP-6076 at all times, and are to begin firing should it become active. Installation of additional turrets is currently underway following the most recent active period.
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Feeding of SCP-6076 is to take place every three months. SCP-6076 is to be fed using only dog meat, and this feeding is to be performed only by female members of personnel. In order to limit potential casualties, only one member of personnel is to be present within the containment chamber during these feeding sessions..
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In the event that SCP-6076 becomes active, Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Calatin Clan") are to position themselves outside the containment chamber's entrance and fire upon SCP-6076 if a full breach takes place. As SCP-6076 is already dead, killing it is impossible — instead, offensive efforts are to focus on disabling it via shots to the arms and legs. Once SCP-6076 returns to an inert state, it is to be taken back into the containment chamber and once again tied to the stone pillar.
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The last remaining member of SCP-6076's original wardens, Lucy L Reynolds, has been designated as a consultant in the event that containment procedures must be amended.
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Description
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SCP-6076 is the corpse of a male human with severe biological abnormalities, capable of temporary and spontaneous reanimation, located in County Louth, Ireland.
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In terms of appearance, SCP-6076 is 2.72m, and displays signs of having suffered severe injuries before expiring, including numerous lacerations across the chest. The most prominent injury, however, is a gaping hole present where the corpse's heart would presumably be located — analysis of the wound suggests it was inflicted using some form of spearhead, which is corroborated by oral records preserved by SCP-6076's original wardens.
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Testing of genetic material recovered following SCP-6076's active periods has confirmed that, genetically, it does not differ from normal humans. Despite this, numerous biological anomalies are immediately obvious, namely:
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SCP-6076 possesses seven fingers on each hand and seven toes on each foot, with nails extended and hardened in a manner similar to claws.
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Both of SCP-6076's legs are twisted 180 degrees — the feet and shins face backwards while the heels and calves face forwards.
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Severe engorgement of the vascular system, resulting in veins being highly visible across SCP-6076's body, most prominently on the forehead and temples.
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Seven pupils, bright red in colouration, are present in each eye.
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One eye has recessed far back into the socket to such a degree that it is not observable without insertion of a dedicated camera. The other eye hangs freely against SCP-6076's cheek.
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SCP-6076's cheeks have peeled back along its face, directly exposing the muscle of the jaw, and SCP-6076's lungs have been forced so far up its throat that they are directly visible when its mouth is open.
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All remaining hair on SCP-6076's head stands violently on end, and possesses enough rigidity and tensile strength to pierce material it makes contact with.
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For the majority of the year, SCP-6076 is dead. However, at some point during the month of August, SCP-6076 will spontaneously reanimate and rampage for a variable length of time. During this active state, SCP-6076 is not believed to possess sapience — evidence and oral records instead suggest that it acts solely on instinct and muscle memory to kill any organisms within the vicinity. Generally, it will do this using its hands to claw at enemies, moving with strength and speed far exceeding ordinary human limits, but on occasion has been observed to reflexively use makeshift weaponry available to it instead. Once SCP-6076's active period ends, it will once again cease life function and drop to the ground where it stands.
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Although records indicate that SCP-6076 has been dead for two-thousand years at minimum, analysis has shown cellular degradation consistent with a period of approximately fifty years. This degradation appears to heal to some degree when SCP-6076 reanimates, allowing it to move and attack, but will revert to its prior state once SCP-6076 becomes inert1. This decomposition has been observed to actively progress at a greatly slowed rate while SCP-6076 is inert.
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All of SCP-6076's interactions with other humans consist of mindless killing, save for a unique form of behaviour observed when a human female approaches it in its inert state. Immediately upon the individual entering within one meter of SCP-6076, the corpse will widely open its mouth and allow itself to be fed. Records provided by SCP-6076's previous warden recommends that dog meat be used for the purposes of feeding, although the origin of this practice is as of yet unclear. These records also suggest that feeding SCP-6076 in this way reduces the average length of its rampages2.
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It has been suggested in the past that SCP-6076 be preemptively disabled in its inert state to aid containment once it becomes active — all such attempts have been unsuccessful, however, due to the corpse's secondary anomalous property. When an individual attempts to damage SCP-6076 in its inert state, a bright orange light will begin shining from within its body. At the same time, the corpse will begin producing extreme amounts of heat, increasing in intensity and range until the threat is neutralized.
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The precise origin of SCP-6076 is unknown, but it is believed to have been contained by a lineage of wardens — culminating in the local Reynolds family — for approximately two-thousand years. During this period, the wardens would traditionally spend the majority of the year bolstering the defenses imprisoning SCP-6076 in the cavern, before abandoning the site entirely during the month of August. Historical records suggest this was generally sufficient to keep SCP-6076 imprisoned during its active state, although sporadic accounts of a 'monster' slaughtering its way through the countryside suggest this was not always the case.
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On 03/08/2014, prior to Foundation containment of the anomaly, SCP-6076 broke free of the cavern in this manner. It then proceeded to the nearby village of Kenny, killing thirteen civilians before once again returning to an inert state. The last remaining warden of SCP-6076, Lucy L Reynolds, attempted to return SCP-6076 to the cavern via lorry during the ensuing confusion, but was intercepted and detained by Foundation agents responding to reports of the anomaly. During negotiations shortly afterwards, Reynolds agreed to transfer containment of SCP-6076 to the Foundation.
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During the original retrofitting of SCP-6076's containment chamber, the following message was found painted onto a metal sheet on the far wall:
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THIS PLACE IS A PLACE OF HONOR
+HIGHLY ESTEEMED DEAD ARE COMMEMORATED HERE
+WHAT IS HERE WAS ADMIRABLE AND INSPIRING TO US
+THIS MESSAGE IS A WARNING ABOUT DANGER
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As communication with Lucy L Reynolds has confirmed this message was placed for humorous purposes, and was not relevant to containment, it was removed by construction staff.
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Addendum 6076-1 (Activity Log)
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The following is a record of all active SCP-6076 periods since it came into Foundation containment in 2014. Full video logs and recorded witness testimony are available from the Site-202 archives upon request.
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SCP-6076 reanimates and is immediately fired upon by both automated turrets to such a degree that it is initially unable to free itself from the pillar. Once the turrets stop to reload, SCP-6076 bursts free of its bindings and tears one turret apart with its hands, but is disabled by the remaining one until it returns to an inert state.
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SCP-6076 reanimates, breaks free of its bindings, and disables one turret by repeatedly stamping on it — moving at extreme speeds to evade fire. Once this is done, it hurls the remains of the first turret at the second, rendering it inoperable. SCP-6076 then pounds at the vault door for the remainder of the active period, expiring shortly before breaking through.
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Test performed to verify if SCP-6076 would accept feeding during the month of August. SCP-6076 consumed the dog meat provided by the female D-Class — then reanimated, leaned over, and bit out a significant chunk of their skull before once again expiring.
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SCP-6076 reanimates, breaks free of its bindings, and begins running clockwise around the chamber at extreme speeds to avoid turret fire. As it is doing this, it also tears free a steel panel from the wall, which it uses as a makeshift weapon to destroy both turrets. It then attempts to break through the vault door, but expires before much damage can be done.
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SCP-6076 reanimates and breaks free of its bindings, but once again expires and drops to the ground before turrets can even begin firing.
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SCP-6076 reanimates, break free of its bindings, then uses said bindings as a rudimentary flail to disable both turrets. It then, over the course of fifty minutes, breaks through the vault door and is engaged by Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Calatin Clan"). Three members of the squad are killed during the ensuing conflict, but SCP-6076 is also damaged to such a degree that it cannot move. After an additional ten minutes of SCP-6076 attempting to crawl towards survivors and tear them apart with its teeth, it once again expires.
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Interview 6076-1
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Interview conducted between Research Head Dr. Samuel Green and Lucy L Reynolds several months following SCP-6076's transfer to Foundation custody. Prior to interview, Reynolds had been given a brief tour of the retrofitted facilities and asked if, given her experience with the anomaly, she had any guidance for further improvement.
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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Dr. Green: So. Any thoughts?
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Lucy L Reynolds:(laughs) I'm thinking I'm out of my depth — if that helps any.
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Dr. Green: Well, I can understand you there. It's a little bit of an upgrade from what you were working with before.
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Lucy L Reynolds:(snorts) A little bit of an upgrade? I was stuffing the door with garbage and hoping it didn't break through. It's a miracle I didn't fuck it up sooner.
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Dr. Green: You don't sound enthused about your work with the anomaly.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Who would be? Dedicating your life to forcing dog meat down a dead guy's throat? It was my mum who did that before me, you know — the feeding. Bet she just loved that honeymoon.
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Dr. Green: Yes, I understand it was passed through the family.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Thirteenth birthday, my dad wakes me up. Your mum's too sick, he says. Need you to do something for me. Takes me by the hand and leads me to that damn cavern. Gives me some dog meat and tells me what I need to do for the rest of my life. What a present, right?
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Dr. Green: The, uh, the dog meat, yes. Our containment specialists have been discussing whether that is necessary or not — did your father ever go into that a bit more before he passed, the reasoning for it?
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Lucy L Reynolds:(shrugs) Apparently the guy was under some kind of curse — if he ate dog meat, it fucked him up. Being frank, I think eating raw dog meat would fuck anyone up, but I'm not some kind of magic guy so I don't know. I just… did as he said. (sighs) Wasn't… wasn't always easy, getting ahold of that stuff.
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Dr. Green: A curse? I'll report that back, see what the specialists think. Did he ever mention anything else, anything that might be useful?
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(Reynolds taps a finger against her cheek.)
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Lucy L Reynolds: Those turrets you've got in there? Don't use them until he starts moving — otherwise the hero-light is gonna fuck you up.
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Dr. Green:(sighs) Yes, we're, uh, we're aware of that at this point.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Everything else he told me is basically just, uh, just lore — and I really doubt much of it is actually true. He's half-god, half-human — hence why he's all messed up, I guess — he killed a whole bunch of people, and then he died when he was ran through with a non-believer's spear. Happy ending for everyone.
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Dr. Green: You sound a little resentful.
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Lucy L Reynolds: I don't really have any… resentment, I don't think, not for the body. It's just a thing, you know? It doesn't care if I hate it or not. It's like… toxic waste. You just have to sit on it until it stops doing its thing. Heroism has a hell of a half-life.
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Dr. Green: I don't think I'd call what SCP-6076 does 'heroic'.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Well, depends on your definition, I guess. What would you say a hero is?
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(Dr. Green leans back in his chair.)
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Dr. Green: Well… I suppose someone who helps right wrongs, protects the innocent, that sort of thing? An ideal for others to strive towards, or something like that.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Back in the day, being a hero meant you were good at killing the enemy — and that was pretty much it. And I'd bet our friend down there was really good at that. So good his corpse still remembers how to do it two-thousand years later. (snorts) No wonder someone put a spear in him.
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Dr. Green: That's an interesting perspective.
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Lucy L Reynolds: You watch a hero's grave your whole life, you start to notice the stink. (sighs) Two-thousand years of keeping him buried, and I'm the one who fucks it up for good. Typical, right?
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Dr. Green: You did the best you could, under the circumstances.
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Lucy L Reynolds:Under the circumstances. Yeah, I guess so.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Thirteen people. I knew some of them, you know? Kenny isn't a big place. There were funerals.
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Dr. Green: I'm sorry.
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Lucy L Reynolds: I've heard some of your guys talking about 'amnesiacs' or 'amnestics' or whatever. Don't know exactly what those are, but context's telling me they're some kind of memory drug?
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Dr. Green: They might be.
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Lucy L Reynolds: Just asking, but… if you stuck me with one of those things, are they good enough to make me forget this whole thing? My dad waking me up that night, having to keep that thing locked up all these years, having to… having to stuff that meat down its throat? Could it make me think I had a normal life, at least?
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets are to monitor all reports of anomalies similar to SCP-613-1 and investigate if necessary. All instances of SCP-613 are to be kept in Safe Item Storage in Research Sector-96. All individuals found to have knowledge of SCP-613 are to be interviewed, dosed with Class B Amnestics and released. Instances of SCP-613-1 are to be interviewed upon creation and contained in a climate-controlled environment for observation, experimentation and research until such time as they cease to be viable due to spoilage. Instances of SCP-613-1 in containment are to be tagged with stickers listing their names and the temperature at which they rose.
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Description: SCP-613 is a piece of ███████ brand pad paper showing a handwritten recipe for a normal loaf of wheat bread and the words "WONDER BREAD RECIPE: PLEASE REFER TO THIS PAPER FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS". There are at present 10 instances of SCP-613 in Foundation custody. All instances of SCP-613 are identical. The recipe is completely identical to other common recipes for regular loaves of wheat bread; however, when a loaf of bread is created by a subject who is only following directions from SCP-613 or memory of it without consulting any other sources, the loaf of bread will become an instance of SCP-613-1.
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SCP-613-1 are loaves of bread created while following the directions on SCP-613. Instances of SCP-613-1 can vocalize through unknown means and achieve self-locomotion by sliding across and rotating on surfaces, and are capable of sensation and perception of their environment. All instances of SCP-613-1 are fully sapient and have distinct personalities and identities unique from other instances. SCP-613-1 that rise at normal room temperature will have average mental states and intelligence as expected of adult human beings, however, instances that rise at non-room temperatures will have chances of developing mental disorders and/or increasingly non-average IQ, with greater chances resulting from greater deviation from room temperature. There are currently no identified factors that appear to control whether the IQ will increase or decrease. Instances of SCP-613-1 separated by slicing or tearing, where the mass of the separated segment is greater than 50 grams, will form disparate identities distinct from the parent instance of SCP-613-1. Instances of SCP-613-1 produced in this manner have been observed to engage in erratic movements and vocalizations indicative of physical pain. SCP-613-1 are just as vulnerable to spoilage and other forms of damage as regular loaves, and will lose all anomalous properties when either completely spoiled or destroyed. All instances of SCP-613-1 do not correspond to any individuals listed in any database within Foundation access. D-Class personnel fed instances of SCP-613-1 report a taste "virtually identical" to normal white bread, but often express discomfort at the instance's vocalizations during consumption.
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Instances of SCP-613 have been sporadically appearing internationally at a rate of once every 5 to 7 months. Operations are ongoing to investigate if there is any individual or organization actively producing or spreading SCP-613.
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Recovery: SCP-613 was first observed during a baking fair in Wisconsin where one baker was reportedly selling "living bread" to customers, prompting MTF ███-█ to take action and retrieve the object, interrogate the person producing SCP-613-1, and dose all involved with Class-B Amnestics. Since then, more instances of SCP-613 have appeared internationally in possession of various individuals with avid interest in baking. All individuals in possession of SCP-613 instances have refused to reveal where or how they acquired them, or claim to have no knowledge of such.
Welp, this makes article number two. I enjoyed writing it and hopefully you get a couple of chuckles out of it.
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Thanks to IRC for troubleshooting some points on the article and cacbbi hopping into the draft forums to help me out!
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Lastly, I wanted to share my admiration for the Super Mario Bros. speedrunning community and their tireless efforts in reducing the game to its barest bones. If it's a community that you're familiar with, you may notice several references to it as well!
Special Containment Procedures: A 2 km perimeter is to be maintained around Niftski Castle as it is the only known area where natural SCP-6252 proliferation occurs. Regions with elevated levels of Thelxinoe1 spore propagation are to be routinely monitored for presence of SCP-6252.
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SCP-6252 specimens may only be collected with the expressed permission of the Niftski Castle Site Director. Any person attempting to gather or consume SCP-6252 without permission is to be terminated immediately. No known methods can neutralize a person who has consumed SCP-6252 (such persons are referred to as SCP-6252-A). All current containment efforts are currently focused on threat mitigation and the development of pacification techniques in the event of SCP-6252 ingestion.
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Individuals assigned to the Support Member Brigade (SMB)2 are to consume at least 20 kg of bananas a month3 in order to maintain elevated blood serum potassium levels, which are to be checked monthly.
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All on-site staff are to wear Darbian 2C-rated4(or higher) protective goggles at all times.
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If a person is observed to consume any amount of SCP-6252, then the K-Osmic5 Protocol is to be initiated in order to minimize potential collateral damage. All staff assigned to the Niftski Castle Site are to be trained to operate the K-Osmic Dispenser Klaxon in the event that the automated SCP-6252-A detection system fails.
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The first instance of human SCP-6252 consumption took place 13 September 19856. An incident report of this event is provided below. For access to full reports on each SCP-6252-A occurrence and up-to-date findings from the Niftski Castle Research Team, please contact the site's communications director Lewis E. Giovanni.
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SCP-6252 spore print used to produce concentrate and to propagate additional specimens.
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K-Osmic Protocol and Dispenser Klaxon System
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This procedure consists of all known methods of minimizing damage and loss of life in the event of a person consuming SCP-6252. Dispersion arrays are installed throughout Niftski Castle and the surrounding 2 km exclusion zone7. Each array is designed to draw in SCP-6252-A and to selectively inhibit several physical capabilities until the subject can be subdued following cessation of SCP-6252 effects.
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Activation of the K-Osmic Dispenser Klaxon will trigger all arrays within 100 m of the activation point in order to control the activity of SCP-6252-A. Any subsequent detection of SCP-6252-A outside of the initial 100 m area will result in activation of additional dispensers.
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The following items are dispensed by K-Osmic arrays and are listed in their order of dispersal:
Attention manipulation – SCP-6252-A have a compulsion to collect round, golden objects.
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Potassium Vapor
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Mobility limitation – Adheres to skin and pulmonary tissue in order to increase potassium levels resulting in decreased muscle contractility and strength.
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Niftski Castle shown after restoration efforts were completed in 1988.
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Description: SCP-6252 refers to a species of mushrooms that grows exclusively in the area surrounding Niftski Castle located near Mount Tsurugi in Tokushima Prefecture, Japan. Persons who consume SCP-6252 are referred to as SCP-6252-A. The active phase following ingestion of these mushrooms tends to last for 4m54s.
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SCP-6252 and its byproducts have the following effects following human consumption:
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Increased strength and speed exceeding any previously observed non-anomalous human capability.
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Resistance to physical damage including harm from small arms fire and explosives.
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Growth of 15-20% in both height and overall mass.
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Bioluminescence resulting in a rapidly modulating color display which may blind people without adequate PPE.
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Direct contact with other human beings results in instantaneous combustion and they are immediately rendered into ash. [Of note, all of their clothing and belongings remain intact following this process.]
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The SCP-6252 research team is currently developing compounds based on the mushroom's extract for such uses as boosting mission performance of MTFs, increasing efficacy of various medical treatments, and testing with other anomalies. As well, it is being us
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SCP-6252 samples are available for use during testing following submission of a research proposal as well as authorization from the overseeing Site Director.
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INCIDENT REPORT
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SUBMISSION BY: JR. RESEARCHER ALICE NOLMY
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The biennial FAnoCom11 Symposium was held at the newly established Niftski Castle Site on 13-SEP-1985. In attendance were 56 Foundation mycologists and junior research assistants. Attendees presented their research on 12 Novel Ecology Submissions (NES), one of which was a report by Dr. Bowman Serafini who discovered what would later be classified as SCP-6252 — at the time he referred to this as his namesake "BowSer Cap." His presentation focused on the process of using spore prints to propagate anomalous fungi and to synthesize concentrated extract as well as the effects of SCP-6252 shown in animal studies.
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Presentation topics included newly discovered or synthesized mycological substances, each of which may be potentially beneficial for the Foundation either as a research aid or for use in direct applications. Of note, Dr. Jay Scarbo’s NES was noticeably disjointed and incongruent with his personality and previous presentation style12.
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Following the presentations, a peer review process began in order to aggregate the research presentations into a report for submission to the Foundation Director of Mycology, Dr. S. Miyamoto. All members of the review board elected to deny inclusion of Dr. Scarbo’s research in the final report stating:
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Dr. Scarbo's conducted a series of poorly managed studies which are not fit for inclusion in this report nor do they embody the research standards of the Foundation. Dr. Scarbo’s failure to utilize sufficient precautions resulted in the disfigurement of dozens of Foundation staff. These deformities include: enlarged mandibles, over growth of the lower canine teeth, ocular enlargement, darkening of skin tone, and necrosis of the upper extremities leading to auto-amputation.
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A notice was submitted to Dr. Scarbo's Site Director, Dr. Elvin Gadd, requesting that he undergo a psychological evaluation prior to allowing him continued use of his research privileges.
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At approximately 19:30 local time, Dr. Scarbo entered into the laboratory of Dr. Serafini where he was able to locate samples of SCP-6252 extract and ingest a large quantity of the concentrated substance. He then proceeded to break through several walls and enter into the Niftski Castle Conference Hall resulting in collapse of portions of the castle's infrastructure. Ultimately, security forces were unable to have any meaningful effect on Dr. Scarbo’s at this time.
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Pin previously awarded by FAnoCom to recipients of its Award in Mycological Exploration.
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After entering the Conference Hall, he proceeded to kill the 85 staff within. All causes of death were determined to be due to instantaneous disintegration upon physical contact with Dr. Scarbo. Subsequently Dr. Scarbo began to fervently search for all seven Award in Mycological Exploration (A.M.E.) pins that were present among the ashen piles.
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He then proceeded further into the castle toward the dormitories. He entered into my personal room knocking over several pieces of furniture and demanded that I provide him with additional SCP-6252 concentrate. I informed him that the print's essence was in a different part of the castle.
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Dr. Scarbo continued to approach me, but he misstepped and slipped on a banana peel that had fallen from my trash can causing him to spiral in place and collapse to the ground.
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The effects of SCP-6252 then subsided and he was apprehended by site security.
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When asked why he assaulted the FAnoCom conference and what his goal was he stated:
NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Item #: SCP-6308
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Object Class: Safe
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A 19██ cheque from Barclays Bank for Q.Q. Mines (which controlled SCP-6308) in Southern Rhodesia with adhesive and impressed revenue stamps.
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Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Alpha-25 “Rhodes’ Impi” is deployed to a site approximately 1 km away from SCP-6308, with its entrance to be buried by directional blasting and declared abandoned due to mining accidents. Since 19██, SCP-6308 has not been of further concern to society; its equity shall remain under the control of a Foundation-funded mining company, and it is considered that no further physical internment measures are necessary.
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A permanent research station is established within SCP-6308, and supplies for the stationed personnel are to be delivered via the underground railway at regular intervals, where appropriate, from the site where MTF Alpha-25 is located. The stationed personnel's roles are to monitor fixed elevations, report regularly on the presence of identifiable moving objects, and carry out daily realistic stability measurements to ensure that SCP-6308 remains relatively inert for the expected 1020 years.
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Description: SCP-6308 is a space-time anomaly located within an abandoned silver mine in ████████ region of the Republic of Zimbabwe. Upon exploration of the mine, it is determined that objects, after a continuous lowering and crossing of a specific altitude inside the mine, are subject to spatial and temporal perturbations, losing their radiometric signature. At this point, the object is considered to have entered the "interior" of SCP-6308, which will reach the unburied entrance to the mine upon re-elevating.
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Existing observations indicate the existence of humanoid activities "within" SCP-6308. After further interviews by agents, it was obtained that a majority of humanoid individuals in the local population, later categorised as SCP-6308-1, were administered by a regime known as “British Rhodesia”.
+According to existing knowledge on "British Rhodesia", the regime is governed by the "British Government", which resembles the regime of Great Britain in the latter 19th century in all respects. The "British Government" exerts complete control over the administrative, financial, and legislative powers of British Rhodesia.
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It is evidenced by the interviews with officials in “British Rhodesia” that the time stream of the “British Government” to which the officials belong is 98.78% similar to the time stream in which the Foundation is located. With the exploration of natural disciplines, the “British Government” was able to successfully span different time streams through currently unknown technology, allowing for the establishment of colonial authorities at different time periods. The information available so far does not contain sufficient evidence for the categorisation of local humanoid individuals as Homo sapiens.
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Humanoid economic activity in the SCP-6308 is dominated by traditional agriculture. With the introduction of the British management paradigms, more cash crops (e. g. cotton and coffee) were promoted in the agricultural structure. Meanwhile, the production of indigenous handicrafts almost completely disappeared with the introduction of British cloth and wares. No further opinions of native humanoids on this situation are currently available.
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Addendum-1: A discussion on Naturalism in the early colonial stage of British Rhodesia that examined and classified the presence of humanoid activity in SCP-6308.
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As you have already mentioned… my brethren who dedicate themselves to taxonomy are working all across the empire presently. Speerman is sailing for the Cape of Good Hope, whilst Thunberg is following a viceroy to the new colony of Niphon. Both of them are, certainly, very competent naturalists; and I earnestly hope that I will soon receive news of their explorations in this virgin land.
+Some of my other friends may be less so inclined to taxonomy, but be it Persia, Tartary, or Mexico, their miraculous works in Botany nevertheless encourage my exploration in Rhodesia as well. Here, too, I might be able to edit my discoveries, as Roland did in Suriname and Karl in Arabia, and thus find my place in the Society. Despite the discouraging news that the species in Rhodesia seem no different from those in Macedonia, I remain resolute, for how can one achieve anything, if he follows always the advice of amateurs?
+Hear me – in this place, gold intermingles with clay and stone; in this place, violets inhabit the oak woods. Perhaps the combinations themselves are meaningless, yet, the Laws of Nature extracted from these assemblages are what separates us from those who have yet to understand these secrets… The crux of these secrets hides itself precisely within these Laws. It is with these laws that Theseus broke out, by relying on the threads of Ariadne, from the labyrinth that held the Minotaur; In Rhodesia, it seems, there are also tales of such carnivorous beasts as well, a glimpse of which will suffice to bring me fame.
+Yes, I shall sail for Rhodesia, in hopes of something in return. At any rate, our noble cause is providing bread, clothes, chance, and gold for our great nation. Rhodesia has already set the table; ought we to be as foolish as Mr. Clive of India, only to lament later how little we have tasted?
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Good day! … It must be said that our explorations here have almost come to a halt. If it were a wilderness, it would have been fine, but what a splendid place Rhodesia happens to be! The plains and valleys are filled with beautiful meadows, and the beauty of nature attracts the eye. How happy I would have been to have settled here with its beautiful trees and flowers, instead of rainy Essex. But such a wonderfully diverse world, so richly endowed with nature, has denied me the opportunity: the local flora and fauna are only slightly different from what we saw in the old world, it seems?
+Although I have been here for a long time, I still have illusions about the biological and geographical value of this land. Late last night, we stayed at the aforementioned coachman's barnyard. The farm is situated on the opposite bank of a long river, bordered at regular intervals by undulating hills, in some of which caves and grottoes are visible. Have these caves existed ab immemorabili? Or have they been created by the ups and downs that no natural thing may escape?
+I hope that I will bring back good news when I next write.
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Exploration of the caves and grottoes was equally in vain, and my knowledge of naturalism yielded nothing in identifying the general texture of the local stalactites and granite. It should not be said that the geology of the area was not worth investigating; however, I could not obtain the needed intelligence. But even under these circumstances I still achieved something, the welcome news I had been hoping for; Perhaps, the greatest oversight was that I had overlooked the most important matter. Von Linné and his writings guided us in classifying Homo Sapiens into six categories:
There is, of course, another category, Homo sapiens monstrosus. The two-headed giants that they discovered, according to information in Patagonia, are an example of this. So, into which category of people should the Rhodesians be classified? It is impossible to identify Rhodesia geographically by its topography; we can only trace the clues. The dark-haired Rhodesians, as mentioned, must have been Homo sapiens asiaticus, but unlike what we have seen before, they exhibit astonishing creativity in their rudimentary machinery, and their script, though vulgar, is also purported to have had its own mythology and philosophy – totally unheard of!
+As such, living with these people in Rhodesia gives us a perspective we've never seen before… Do you know how these Rhodesians made their cream? They made a bag of sorts out of a piece of wild animal skin that they sewed together to replace our blenders, poured the milk into this bag, tied it tightly, and shaken the milk from each end until it became cream; however, due to the poor output of this method, they don't eat much of the cream, instead smearing most of it on their bodies, selling the rest to us. In all seriousness, I am trying to get in on the act and join their production. Should I succeed, it will be of great benefit to our research in ethnography; the Rhodesians, at the same time, will also be raised as the new Homo sapiens rhodiensis.
Filename: minesCheque.jpg
+Name: Q.Q. Mines cheque Southern Rhodesia 1940.jpg
+Author: Barclays Bank and Government of Southern Rhodesia
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Object Class:Safe Neutralized (See Addendum-6309-B)
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6309 is to be contained within a standard safe storage locker at Site-19. All Foundation personnel with level two clearance or higher are permitted testing of SCP-6309 at the discretion of the site director.
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Description: SCP-6309 is Junior Researcher Mary Name’s resignation letter. SCP-6309’s anomalous abilities manifest when it is damaged in any capacity, after which it will anomalously repair itself to its original state after a period of ten minutes.
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Discovery Log: SCP-6309 anomalous capabilities were discovered after being placed in a paper shredder by Dr. Name. One hour after its presumed destruction, Dr. Name returned to empty the contents of the paper shredder and discovered SCP-6309 intact.
When I say my head, I mean mine. Not Dr. Name’s, not stop1010’s, not anyone else’s, mine.
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For the past year, four months, and twelve days, there has not been one where I haven’t thought about you. I hate it. I don’t hate you, I just hate how you’re everywhere I go.
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Every time, without fail, anytime I read or watch a piece of fiction, the first thought I think is “Wow, that would be a good SCP!”
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Every. Time.
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More than that, even when doing mundane tasks I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be looking at a door knob and think, “What if that knob became the dot in PONG, bouncing off the sides of the door frame? That would be an interesting article!”
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Sometimes, I’ll have dreams, not of an SCP or anything, but of me writing an SCP or thinking of a concept for an SCP.
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I do not like doing any of the things listed here.
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I’m sure you’re wondering now, “Hey, if you don’t like it, why don’t you take a br-”
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I already did that. Nothing has changed.
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I do not enjoy writing 99% of the time anymore. It is painful. It hurts to write.
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Every time I’m not writing about you, I want to be. Every time I’m writing about you, I don’t want to.
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I do not know why I still think about you. I don’t want to. I want to move on with my life. It is painful to think about you. Yet I still think about you anyways.
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This is such a stupid fucking idea. I come up with some dumb little phrase and waste a day writing an article. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it “writing.” I wrote three paragraphs and spent the rest of the day thinking about writing this article.
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The procrastination didn’t stop yesterday either. I spent the entire day listening to music and pretending the lyrics were about this article I haven’t written yet. You were in my head the whole day.
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It’s the middle of the night now and I’m finally getting this over with.
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Item # SCP-6309
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Object class: I don’t know. That’s the point. I’m trying to find out what this is.
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Let’s just go with “Uncontained” for now.
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Special Containment Procedures: I have no idea.
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Description: SCP-6309 is a memetic phenomenon that has only affected me. I will now only refer to myself as SCP-6309-1.1
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SCP-6309 takes the form of persistent intrusive thoughts of the SCP wiki, even when none are desired. Experiences of SCP-6309 exponentially increase over a period of approximately 1.5 years.
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I have reported spending, at minimum, seven hours per day experiencing SCP-6309.
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I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think writing this is a bad idea. I’ve been spending way too much time thinking about how to make this into an interesting article that people like.
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Then I asked myself,
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“Do I want this to be a good article, or do I want you to take this seriously?”
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It may be disappointing for both of us, but I think I know how to contain this thing now.
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Maybe a bit of disappointment is what I need right now.
Special Containment Procedures: The following Procedures are to be enacted if Dr. Name attempts to document SCP-6309, or displays signs of being willing to document SCP-6309 at a later date:
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• Dr. Name is to consume media containing content that can be vaguely utilized to describe SCP-6309. Dr. Name is to visualize documenting SCP-XXXX for as long as feasibly attainable before actual documentation of SCP-6309 begins.
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• Following the start of documentation of SCP-6309, Dr. Name is to be offered edited versions of SCP-6309’s documentation. Edited drafts of SCP-6309’s documentation are to possess clinical tone, simplified explanations of SCP-6309, and an absence of spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors.
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• Following rejection of these edits, Dr. Name is to extend SCP-6309’s document’s length by several paragraphs, through the addition of several addendums and footnotes.
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• Following the removal of these paragraphs, Dr. Name is to display apprehensiveness when attempting to finalize SCP-6309’s documentation.
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• Following the failure of all previous Containment Procedures, all paper products in Dr. Name’s office are to be replaced with instances of Anomalous Item AI-729142
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This iteration of SCP-6309’s documentation is being created in accordance with the Special Containment Procedures, as to delay the publication of SCP-6309’s article and to increase the article’s length.
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Description: SCP-6309’s description will be found in Addendum-6309-A.
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You are to not comply with the instructions that will be given in Addendum-6309-A.
Special Containment Procedures: Investigations into SCP-6370 are ongoing. The mechanism through which entry to SCP-6370 is gained is currently unknown, hindering research. Footage from Researcher Brandes' surveillance is currently under analysis. Stills of individuals encountered by Brandes are in the process of being compared to missing persons records.
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Description: SCP-6370 is an extradimensional spatial anomaly. The interior dimensions of the anomaly are as yet unknown, but are seemingly limitless. The interior is characterised by an arid, desert environment, through which runs a highway road. Based on recovered footage, there are a number of structures and inhabitants within SCP-6370. At least one inhabitant is currently believed to be native to the space. It is hypothesised that SCP-6370 has anomalous spatial and temporal properties, and that those within it experience impairment of their cognitive abilities as a potential result of this.
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Discovery: On the morning of 08/13/2021, Foundation Researcher Jeffrey Brandes departed Site-19 after a night shift. Upon finishing their shift, Brandes neglected to turn off and remove from his attire the mandatory recording equipment1 worn during conducted testing. At some point on the journey to his civilian residence, Brandes entered SCP-6370:
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[Brandes leaves his personal laboratory, gathers his belongings, and walks to the nearest Site checkout gate. He engages in conversation with the guard on duty, Franklin Perez:]
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Brandes: Have a good weekend, Frank.
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Perez: Thanks Jeff, you too. Are you and Lisa up to anything?
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Brandes: I don't think so, we'll just have a quiet one. See you Monday.
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[Brandes walks to vehicle bay WEST-3A and enters his civilian vehicle. He exits the site.]
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[The recording equipment, situated on Brandes' coat, captures the journey from his vantage point.]
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[The surrounding environment begins to exhibit minor deviations from baseline. Treelines grow sparser, the ground dryer.]
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[21 minutes into the journey, the footage undergoes a sudden degradation in quality. The sound of static is briefly heard. Brandes enters SCP-6370.]
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[A structure comes into view on the horizon. As Brandes drives closer, the building becomes identifiable as a diner. He mumbles to himself:]
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Brandes: Starving.
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[He signals to pull over, and drives into the diner's parking lot.]
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[As he does so, the camera captures a seemingly humanoid entity, covered in a dark red liquid, crouched near the far side of the building. It faces away from the camera, and is non-identifiable.2 Brandes does not appear to see the entity; if he does, he does not react.]
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[The car stops and Brandes steps out, forgoing locking the vehicle. He surveys the landscape; no distinguishing features can be seen. Sand, hills and the highway stretch out before him. He takes his cellular phone out his pocket, and attempts to make a series of phone calls, none of which connect. Abandoning his efforts, he begins to walk around to the front of the building.]
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[An unidentified elderly man comes into the camera's frame, walking down the highway in the opposite direction to Brandes. His dishevelled grey suit jacket flaps in the wind, whilst his feet are bare and bleeding. Brandes runs over to him.]
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Brandes: Hey! Hey you!
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[With his back to the diner, Brandes places a hand on the man's shoulder. He stops and turns towards Brandes, but does not make eye contact.]
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Brandes: I'm… I'm not sure I'm meant to be here. I need to get back to… [he pauses.] wherever I came from. Do you know the way?
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UNIDENTIFIED:[Indiscernible.]
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Brandes: Can you speak up? I can't-
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UNIDENTIFIED: Keep moving. You gotta keep moving.
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[The man continues to mumble the phrase as Brandes responds.]
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Brandes: I, yes that's what I'm trying to do. Do you know where we are?
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[The man does not respond.]
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Brandes: Do you know where we are?
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[The man looks up, still avoiding eye contact. He begins to stare over Brandes' shoulder, his eyes widen and his breath quickens.]
[The man turns, and begins to run down the highway, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. Brandes watches silently before turning back to the diner.]
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[A bell rings as Brandes opens the diner door. It appears to be empty.]
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Brandes: Hello?
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[A female voice calls out from back:]
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UNIDENTIFIED-II: One minute!
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[The diner is in an unkempt state; the red leather seat covers are frayed and torn, and wood paneling pulls away from the walls. In the centre of the room, a counter in a U-shape divides the space between the seating and an area for drinks preparation. Food display units are situated on top of the counter. They are turned on, but empty. A large amount of mould grows in the back of one.]
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UNIDENTIFIED-II: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly!
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[Brandes situates himself in a seating booth, facing inwards to the diner, away from the highway. At the end of the row of booths, another patron is now visible. A large, bald man sits in the far corner, facing away from Brandes.]
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[The source of the unidentified voice becomes apparent — a server enters the room via a door next to the booth the patron is sat in. She carries a tray of food, coming from the kitchen. As the door closes, flies follow her into the room.]
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[Brandes pulls out his phone and, on seeing the lack of signal, begins to toggle airplane mode on and off. The server leans over the counter to grab a menu.]
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Server [previously UNIDENTIFIED-II]: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going?
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Brandes: Okay, thanks.
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Server: Well here's our menu, can I get you-
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[Brandes looks up from his phone, making eye contact with the server. She pauses and stares at him. Pinned to her uniform is a nametag, degraded to the point of illegibility.]
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Brandes: I'm sorry, are you okay?
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[A loud snorting sound is heard.]
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Server: I- yes, I'm fine.
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Brandes: Do we know each other?
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Server: No. No, I don't think we do.
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[Another loud snorting sound. Brandes turns from the server, looking down the row of booths. At the end, the patron is shovelling food into his mouth with his hands at pace. The speed of consumption impinges his breathing, resulting in him respiring heavily through his nose.]
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[The server steps back from the table.]
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Server: C-can I get you some coffee to start?
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Brandes: That would be lovely, thank you.
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[A crunch reverberates throughout the diner. Brandes turns to look at the patron, who throws a glance over their shoulder; their eyes are covered by black sunglasses. They quickly resume consumption.]
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Server: What, err, what brings you out here anyway?
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[The sound of chewing begins to be heard constantly, but quietly.]
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Brandes: I'm just trying to get home.
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Server: Aren't we all?
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[The sound of chewing grows in volume.]
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[The server returns to Brandes' booth. Her face is flushed and moist.]
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Server: Have you had a chance to look at the menu?
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Brandes: Yeah, I was thinking the waffles with-
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Server: I'm sorry, we don't have the waffles at the moment.
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[Leaning over the table, the server's hand shakes as she pours the coffee. A drop of sweat falls from her forehead and lands in the cup. The chewing sounds grow increasingly louder.]
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Brandes: Okay, how about the eggs over easy?
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Server: Sorry, out of that too.
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[Brandes raises their voice to be heard over the chewing noises.]
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Brandes: Pancakes?
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Server: Nope.
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Brandes: What do you have then?
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Server: [indiscernible.]
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[The server's lips move, but the sound of chewing has grown to a volume where the words spoken cannot be discerned. She pauses for a minute, then continues. Due to the camera angle, it is unclear if Brandes is speaking too.]
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[The volume of the chewing noises has increased to the point of distortion. Blood begins to seep from the server's ears. She mutters a single syllable at Brandes.]
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[Brandes jumps from the booth and sprints out of the diner. As soon as the door closes behind him, the chewing noises cease. All that can then be heard is Brandes' laboured breathing.]
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[His car is absent from the parking lot.]
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[He begins to walk along the highway, but turns to look at the diner before leaving. The server stares at him through the window, a tear rolling down her cheek. Brandes turns back to the highway and continues walking.]
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[Brandes continues to walk down the highway. There have been no distinguishing landmarks or features so far. A young man appears on the horizon, walking towards Brandes. Brandes runs to him.]
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Brandes: Hey! Hey you!
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UNIDENTIFIED: Whoa, whoa, stay back! Stay the fuck back.
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[As Brandes approaches, the man darts backwards, off the road. His dress shoes throw up sand against his grey suit, soiling it.]
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Brandes: I just wanted to know where we are! I'm trying to get home.
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[The man stops moving and stands in place. Silence.]
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UNIDENTIFIED: Have we met before?
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Brandes: No? I, I don't think so?
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UNIDENTIFIED: …okay. Guessing you must be new here then.
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[The man resumes walking.]
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UNIDENTIFIED: I'm sorry, but you can have this advice for free. Try and fight through the fog, but above all, keep moving. You hear me? You gotta keep moving.
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Brandes: Why?
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[With the distance between them growing, the man raises his voice to be heard.]
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UNIDENTIFIED: The Ogre. Don't let the Ogre catch you.
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[Brandes resumes walking.]
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[A large building appears ahead of Brandes, nestled behind a hill.]
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[Brandes approaches the windowless building. A parking lot stretches out leading out to the entrance.]
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[The automatic doors open. Brandes enters. Lights flicker on the ceiling above him.]
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[The interior resembles a supermarket, but the shelves are empty. On some, empty containers and packets are scattered.]
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[Brandes wanders through the supermarket aisles. The shelves are high, restricting the dim shine of the lights above.]
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[A noise. Brandes turns around; a box rests in the centre of the aisle, dislodged from the shelf it previously rested on.]
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Brandes: Hello?
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[Brandes walks to the end of the aisle and looks around the corner. A door set in the far wall slams shut. He attempts to open it, but it is locked.]
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[Brandes carries on searching the building.]
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[Brandes has been exploring the building, going from aisle to aisle, without discovery. The building appears to be larger on the inside than it appeared from outside. As he reaches the end of an aisle, he sees a "customer service" desk in the distance. A woman stands behind it.]
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: Good Morning, Sir. Can I help you today? Regretfully we're out of stock of most items at the moment.
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Brandes: That's okay. I'm just looking for a way out of here.
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: The way out? It's just along the aisles, the same way you came in.
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Brandes: No, not out of here, out of, agh- [Brandes clutches his forehead] out of HERE, out of this place. I need to get home.
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UNIDENTFIED-III: Oh. Oh I'm so sorry.
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[Silence.]
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: There's no going home.
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[A brief jingle plays over the building's tannoy system. This is followed by the commencement of chewing noises.]
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: The store's closing, Sir. I must ask you leave.
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[The woman glances over Brandes' shoulder. The lights flicker.]
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Brandes: What do you mean by that?
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: Sir, please-
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[A shuffling noise is heard behind Brandes.]
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Brandes: Why can't I go home?
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[A figure shuffles into frame and walks behind the desk. They situate themselves directly behind the woman. It is the patron from the diner.]
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Brandes: Hey, sorry but we're having a conver-
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[Up close, the features of the patron are more discernible. Its skin is grey and mottled, and what earlier appeared to be a nose is in fact crude makeup drawn on a flat surface. Despite this, it leans in towards the woman, and proceeds to emit a series of sounds similar to sniffing. The woman stares directly forward.]
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[The patron opens its mouth; a long, grey tongue falls out. It lands on the woman's shoulder, and licks all the way up to her ear before it retracts back into its mouth.]
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[With a grunting noise, the patron opens its mouth and bites down with force on the woman's upper trapezius muscle. Once its teeth are embedded, it does not release its bite.]
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: Run.
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[The patron jerks its head upwards, pulling back layers of muscle and tendon. Blood sprays from ruptured vessels, covering Brandes in a red mist.]
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UNIDENTIFIED-III: RUN.
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[Brandes turns and begins to sprint, but slips in the blood. He hits the floor as blood continues to splatter over him. The lights begin to flicker rapidly.]
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[He stands and staggers forward, breaking into a run.]
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[After running past a vast number of aisles, Brandes returns to the building entrance. As the doors begin to automatically open, he forces his body through the gap between them and continues to sprint.]
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[The sky is dark red.]
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[He moves through the parking lot, and back onto the highway.]
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[Brandes, still running down the highway, trips and falls. He grazes his leg on the tarmac, but quickly stands and resumes moving.]
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[For the first time since returning to the highway, Brandes turns around. Several meters behind him, the diner patron stands, motionless, in the middle of the road. He resumes moving.]
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[Brandes slows his run, leans forward, and vomits. Afterwards, he resumes moving.]
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[A building appears on the horizon.]
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[Brandes approaches the building, and slumps down against the wall, next to a door. Still covered in the woman's blood, he begins to hyperventilate.]
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Brandes: I don't…I can't make…sense…
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[Running his hands down his torso, Brandes notices the surveillance camera. He angles it to point towards his face.]
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Brandes: If this is transmitting…
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[He appears pained when trying to speak.]
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Brandes: Found myself in…here. Time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. Cognition is dulled. Hazy. Can't remember where I've been or going. Tell Lisa… time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. I've found myself in this space, unsure-
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[The door Brandes is slumped by flies open, and a figure emerges.]
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Brandes: No! No, no ,no!
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[The patron lurches forward, and grabs Brandes by his coat lapels. As it does, its black sunglasses fall off its face. Behind them, two small, birdlike eyes are nestled within rolls of flesh. The surface of the eyes is completely black.]
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[Brandes grasps onto the doorframe as the patron pulls him into the building. His grasp falters, and he is dragged through, falling through fly-filled air onto a tiled floor.]
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[The patron leans in over Brandes, and begins to emit sniffing noises. Viscous pus drips from the skin folds of its neck, landing on Brandes' chest.]
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[Brandes raises his hands, attempting to push the patron away.]
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[The patron opens its mouth. Its teeth are square, appearing too large for the mouth in which they reside. Its grey, ulcered tongue rests between the bottom set.]
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[Brandes screams as the patron bites down on his left hand. Half his ring finger and the entirety of his middle and index finger are avulsed. The patron begins to chew.]
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[It turns around and emits a low, guttural squealing sound, spraying half-chewed flesh as it does. A woman walks into frame — the server.]
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Brandes: Help…help me…
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[The server moves to approach Brandes but is met by another vocalisation from the patron. It turns to her and gnashes its teeth, lurching its head in her direction.]
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Server: Okay, okay!
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[Brandes moans as the server backs away. He rolls on the ground.]
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[A dragging sound is heard. Brandes steadies his movement, and props himself up on his right elbow. His left hand bleeds continually. From this vantage point, cupboards, a stove, and worktop counters can be seen. The server pulls a meat grinder along the latter, towards Brandes and the patron.]
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[Brandes attempts to move. The patron jumps on top of him, pinning him in place. The view from the camera is obscured. Screaming can be heard.]
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[Two minutes later, the patron draws back, pulling away from Brandes' face. Large scraps of skin and flesh hang out a blood soaked mouth. Brandes does not move. The server stands by the grinder, quietly crying.]
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[The patron rests its left hand on Brandes' stomach, and begins to repeatedly pull his right leg. Tearing sounds are heard, followed by a popping as the femur dislocates from the hip bone.]
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[Opening its mouth and unfurling its tongue, the patron holds aloft the severed leg. The tongue descends into the centre of the femur bone and undulates, dislodging the bone marrow within. The offal is lifted into the patron's mouth. The tongue descends into the bone again. As it does, an ulcer pops, spraying a yellow liquid outwards.]
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[Empty of marrow, the leg is discarded. The patron's tongue licks its face, gathering the blood and smearing the drawn on nose.]
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[The patron turns, and walks out of shot. A door is heard opening then closing.]
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[Now holding a kitchen knife, the server walks up to the leg, picks it up, and carries it to the meat grinder. She begins to slice chunks of flesh into the machine's inlet.]
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[A bell is heard. The server drops the remnants of the leg on the floor.]
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UNKNOWN-IV: Hello?
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[As a voice calls out from offscreen, the server turns the grinder's crank.]
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Server: One minute!
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[As the crank turns, the meat is ground to mince, falling unceremoniously onto a waiting plate.]
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Server: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly!
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[The server wipes her eyes, before inhaling deeply. She picks up the plate and walks offscreen.]
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[A door is heard opening then closing.]
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Server: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going?
Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation developed API is to be used to monitor and track any transactions that result in changes or additions to data stored within SCP-6398-A. In the event that data is altered or added to SCP-6398-A, or additional nodes have been created as part of the network used to verify the contents of SCP-6398-A, Foundation personnel are to attempt to locate the physical location of individuals involved in the aforementioned actions. Once located, Foundation agents are to apprehend those individuals with the intent of administering C-Class amnestics targeting knowledge of SCP-6398 and SCP-6398-A and to seize control of any electronic devices capable of network connection.
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Any personal accounts of non-Foundation personnel that have been used to store or trade SCP-6398 instances are to be wiped by Foundation data specialists.
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Any known instances of SCP-6398 that are not under the ownership of D-9332 must be transferred to D-9332's digital wallet.
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Description: SCP-6398 instances are units of data stored within SCP-6398-A that are commonly used as proof of ownership of digital data, or as a form of currency, by individuals under the influence of SCP-6398's anomalous properties.
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SCP-6398-A refers to the digital ledger used to store data that tracks SCP-6398 related transactions. As SCP-6398-A exists within nodes of a network, as well as on any user's electronic device that has been used to access an instance of SCP-6398-A, it is impossible to tell the exact number of SCP-6398-A instances that exist.
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SCP-6398's anomalous effects elicit irrational, extremely fervent and typically uncharacteristic emotional responses in an individual under SCP-6398's influence should that individual perceive to be ridiculed, questioned, or mocked, for having ownership over an SCP-6398 instance.
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SCP-6398's influence extends to individuals that have ownership of SCP-6398 through the following means:
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The purchase or trading of SCP-6398 from its current owner.
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The creation of a new instance of SCP-6398.
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Affected individuals will also attempt to convince individuals not affected by SCP-6398 to acquire their own instance, with the intensity of their conviction increasing to violent degrees if their attempts are continually declined.
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Individuals under the anomalous effects of SCP-6398 exhibit a heightened sense of comradery with other individuals under the influence of SCP-6398 instances, with the affected gravitating towards a specific online communication channel.
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A vernacular and specific lexicon of terminology becomes immediately known to and used by individuals that come under the influence of SCP-6398.
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Testing has found that SCP-6398 can only exist within SCP-6398-A ledgers. Attempts to store SCP-6398 related data on any other digital ledger result in failure. Attempts to verify the validity of any SCP-6398-A instances through any network nodes that weren't specifically created for SCP-6398-A also result in failure.
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Discovery: SCP-6398 was first discovered by Foundation web crawlers on 14th October 2019 when a number of individuals known to be affiliated with the anomalous art group "Are We Cool Yet?" were found advertising digital one-of-a-kind custom artwork within several dark web channels.
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Upon further investigation, it was discovered that 49 instances of SCP-6398 had been purchased by 49 individuals, all of which began to frequent a private "Cool Bois" text and voice channel upon immediate purchase of an SCP-6398 instance.
At the time of discovery, Foundation personnel were unsure as to whether the artwork was being generated and sold purely as a means of generating income off the back of the rising popularity of non-fungible tokens or if ulterior motives were at play.
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Attempts at locating suspected AWCY members active on the chat channel were unsuccessful, however, several individuals that had purchased an SCP-6398 instance were located and brought in for questioning.
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Addendum SCP-6398-2: Interview with Chat Channel Member, Scott Swayne
Note: The following interview was between Foundation researcher Dr. Taran Lloyd and Scott Swayne, an active member of the "Cool Bois" channel.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Lloyd: Good morning.
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Scott: GM Ser!
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Dr. Lloyd: …right. Mr. Sayne, I want to ask you about your involvement with Cool Bois-
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Scott: Oh! If you know, you know, am I right?
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Dr. Lloyd: Sure…so, how did you first find out about Cool Bois?
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Scott: Well, you see, my bro hooked me up. Promised me we'd never have to consider McDonalds on this one. Guaranteed GMI, you know?
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Dr. Lloyd: Er, so you're telling me a friend of yours told you about them?
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Scott: For real, for real!
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Dr. Lloyd: And how did you acquire the token?
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Scott: Token? What token?
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Dr. Lloyd: The token associated with the art that you bought?
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Scott: Bro, I don't know anything about any token. I just paid this guy to make ME as a Cool Boi, you know, a TRUE visual representation of who I am as a person without all that genetic lottery bullshit!
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Dr. Lloyd: And who was it you paid money to?
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Scott: I dunno, man. Some dude called "YesWeAre". They seemed super sketchy at first. It's not the first time I've been rug pulled, you know, so the cope was real but that bro of mine, he was SO hyped about Cool Bois, I started getting serious FOMO so I ended up wiring the guy the Ether and within, like, 5 minutes, I had my very own Cool Boi! The speed that some people can put out work as lit as that is insane, you know!?
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Dr. Lloyd: Riiiight. What was it about the seller that seemed-
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Scott: You've SEEN my Cool Boi, right?
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Dr. Lloyd: Err..yes. Yes, I have. So what was-
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Scott: It's fucking lit, right?!
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Dr. Lloyd: If you say so, Mr. Swayne. Now, about-
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Scott: Yo! I can hook you up? You can trust me! I'm not a degen like of those other moonboys out there! Cool Bois is GMI, for sure!
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Dr. Lloyd: No, thank you. If you don't mind-
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Scott: The fuck, man?! Why the fuck not?!
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Dr. Lloyd: Mr. Swayne, I have some other questions for-
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Scott: Why. the. fuck. not?
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Dr. Lloyd: If I'm honest, Mr. Swayne, I personally don't see much value in these "Cool Bois", not to mention the environmental-
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Scott: The FUCK did you just say?
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Dr. Lloyd: Mr. Swayne! I strongly suggest that-
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Scott: You fucking normie! You're just fucking jealous that you're not in the know. You WISH you got in early and now can't live with the FOMO. You're PATHETIC!
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Scott Swayne proceeds to scramble over the interview table and physically assault Dr. Lloyd.
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Dr. Lloyd: Guards!
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On-site guards enter the interview room and apprehend Scott Swayne. Swayne continues yelling at Dr. Lloyd as they are forcefully escorted out of the room.
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Scott: YOU'RE JUST FUCKING JEALOUS! WE'RE ALL GONNA MAKE IT! TO THE MOOOOOOOOOON!
In order to better understand the mechanics behind what constitutes "ownership" of an SCP-6398 instance, Scott Swayne's digital assets were seized and used in a series of experiments with D-9332.
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D-9332 was instructed to verbally claim ownership of Scott Swayne's SCP-6398 instance.
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Using a computer, D-9332 was instructed to right-click on an image associated with Scott Swayne's SCP-6398 instance and save the image onto the computer.
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D-6398 was instructed to create a digital wallet for themselves. Foundation researchers then attempted to transfer SCP-6398 from Scott Swayne's wallet into D-9332's wallet.
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SCP-6398-A failed to acknowledge the request for the transfer. SCP-6398 remained in Scott Swayne's wallet. No discernible effect on the subject.
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Scott Swayne was instructed to transfer their SCP-6398 to D-9332 under a feigned pain of death.
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Scott Swayne vehemently refused to transfer SCP-6398 stating "Fuck that. I'd rather die for Cool Bois!".
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Foundation researchers set up a transaction for SCP-6398 to be traded to D-9332 from Scott Swayne with a final user input required for confirmation before the transaction can be requested. Scott Swayne was then instructed to select the confirmation button.
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SCP-6398-A failed to acknowledge the request for the transfer. SCP-6398 remained in Scott Swayne's wallet. No discernible effect on the subject
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Foundation researchers presented Scott Swayne with a duplicate of the image associated with their SCP-6398 instance and offered them five times the amount of Ether that was paid for SCP-6398 if they agree to transfer SCP-6398 to D-9332 in exchange for the duplicate.
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Scott Swayne agreed, exclaiming "We did it boys! To the moon!". SCP-6398 was successfully deposited into D-9332's wallet from Scott Swayne's wallet. At the point of transfer, changes in the personalities of both Scott Swayne and D-9332 were witnessed, with D-9332 taking on a personality more akin to Swayne's before the transfer.
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This revealed that in order for SCP-6398 to be transferred, owners of SCP-6398 must be willing to freely trade or sell their SCP-6398. However, as SCP-6398 is the token and data used to designate ownership and not the art associated with it that those affected become irrationally protective of, those affected by SCP-6398 are content to exchange like-for-like should they perceive substantial profit on the exchange.
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Therefore, it is advised that duplicates are made of any discovered SCP-6398 instances and that those duplicates are used when negotiating with individuals under the influence of SCP-6398. Any resources of value used in SCP-6398 transactions with those affected should be immediately relinquished after the exchange and Class-C amnestic administered.
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Addendum SCP-6398-4: "Gathering of the Cool Bois" Event
Upon further investigation into SCP-6398, Foundation personnel revealed that an upcoming event had been arranged for 24/11/2019 in which all owners of SCP-6398 would meet in a public location with a high population density.
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Assuming that this event was arranged by members of AWCY as a means for those affected by SCP-6398 to cause civic disruption and harm, as well as potentially increase the influence of SCP-6398, Foundation agents were sent to intercept any individuals suspected of owning SCP-6398 instances heading to the event.
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Between 22/11/2019 and 24/11/2019, Foundation personnel were able to intercept 34 individuals with SCP-6398 and successfully transfer their instances to D-9332. However, 13 individuals were able to congregate in central New York. Shortly after congregating, the group began threatening passersby, demanding that they invest in Cool Bois. Those who refused were attacked by the group.
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When it became apparent to others that the affected were attacking people because of their perceived fervent interest in NFTs, passersby began to mock the affected based on that perception. This, in turn, caused a further escalation in the SCP-6398 influenced group's aggressively defensive disposition. In the ensuing skirmishes before local authorities and Foundation agents could intervene, 26 civilians were killed with 10 of the affected being killed upon arrival of local authorities and undercover Foundation agents. The 3 remaining affected were arrested and transferred over into Foundation custody.
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During the encounter, Foundation agents were able to track the whereabouts of one of the associated Are We Cool Yet members who were found to be watching the events unfold from a nearby multistory hotel. Once detained and brought into Foundation custody, they were interrogated.
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Addendum SCP-6398-5: Interview with Are We Cool Yet PoI
Note: The following interview was between Foundation researcher Dr. Taran Lloyd and Are We Cool Yet member, Jason Nicholls.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Lloyd: So, Mr. Nicholls, care to explain what exactly is going on here?
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Jason Nicholls: Is it not obvious!?
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Dr. Lloyd: We know what's going on with those NFTs you're selling and we know the effects they're having on the people you sell them to. What we're not clear on is why?
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Jason Nicholls: I mean, you've seen them, right? Those fucking mindless cretins all over the internet?
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Dr. Lloyd: Who exactly are you referring to, Jason?
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Jason Nicholls: The NFT crowd, man! How have you NOT seen them?! They're all over the fucking place! Filling everyone's timeline with those godawful monkeys and shit!
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Dr. Lloyd: The apes, you mean?
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Jason Nicholls: Apes? Monkeys? Who fucking cares. If THAT'S what people are considering "art", then humanity's gone well beyond fucked!
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Dr. Lloyd: I'll be honest. This all seems a little extreme for this to be purely about the art. What else is going on, Jason? Is there something bigger in the works that Are We Cool Yet need funding for?
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Jason Nicholls: We couldn't give a shit about the money, man!
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Dr. Lloyd: Right…
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Jason Nicholls: You wouldn't understand! You have no idea what it's like to plan and do the shit we do only for a bunch of ingrates to stumble into something as big as this and not even care!
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Dr. Lloyd: I don't follow.
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Jason Nicholls: Goddamn! They've created art that EVERYONE is talking about and they're not even making a statement about it! It's always about their asinine clubs and the hopes of making money, which, for the record, is rarely ever going to happen! They're figuratively burning the world down around them and for what, derivative shit that somebody could throw together in 5 minutes inside MS Paint!? It's infuriating!
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Dr. Lloyd: Really? THAT is what this has all been about?
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Jason Nicholls: I knew you wouldn't fucking get it.
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Dr. Lloyd: So, you're…jealous? Is that why you're copying them now?
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Jason Nicholls: Fuck you, man! We're doing this the way it SHOULD have been done! We're the ones sending the message now!
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Dr. Lloyd: Is that so? Enlighten me, what is this message?
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Jason Nicholls: If this is the standard that art has fallen to, if this is the new bar, then at least those pushing down on that bar are happy to die for it! At least now they can die fighting out of passion and purpose instead of a desperate need for acceptance and to dispel their insecurities! They can die like artists!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-647 is contained in a standard 3 meter by 3 meter biological holding cell. SCP-647 is to be monitored continuously via video feed.
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Once per week, a dead (less than 2 days or fully-thawed cryogenically-preserved) human body or animal bodies of at least 45 kg is to be placed into SCP-647. Following the completion of SCP-647's digestive cycle, the enclosure is to be cleaned by D-class personnel. Feeding and cleaning to be supervised by a Level 2 staff member. Any changes in behavior (see Document 647FBL) are to be recorded in Document 647FBL and reported to the HMCL Supervisor on duty.
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Description: SCP-647, when observed via video feed, is a cardboard box appropriately sized for a 35-cm CRT-type television. When a live human being (hereafter "subject") is within 1.5 meters of the object, SCP-647 will change its dimensions such that the subject can fit inside it easily. If multiple subjects are within 1.5 meters, the dimensions will adjust to be most appealing to the subject with the most disheveled appearance.
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When a subject enters SCP-647, the flaps of the box will close and are unable to be opened. In testing, the flaps resisted a force in excess of 30 kN. Once the flaps close, SCP-647 will secrete a digestive fluid that is absorbed by the subject's skin and dissolves soft tissues from the inside out. Once the subject is completely dissolved, the liquids are absorbed by SCP-647, and undissolved elements (e.g. bones, clothing) are forcibly expelled. In the wild, the solid waste will be expelled into a source of cover (e.g. a bush or high grass) or over low fences. The entire digestive process takes approximately ten minutes.
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SCP-647 does excrete waste products. The waste is ordinary water, mixed with a fluid visually similar to motor oil. Analysis of the oil-like liquid is ongoing.
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As the time since the last feeding increases, the transformation becomes more elaborate, including a blanket and lining of newspaper (after two days), cans of food (after three days) and bottles of alcoholic beverages (after five days).
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Its natural habitat is an urban environment. SCP-647 chooses one spot, usually in the corner of an alleyway, out of direct view of main streets. After feeding two or three times, SCP-647 will relocate, usually during the night. Locomotion is achieved by means of movement of the flaps.
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SCP-647 has also been know to actively attack a subject rather than waiting for them to enter on their own. Attacks have been triggered by:
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Attempts to damage SCP-647 (including sample retrieval)
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Attempts to remove extra components manifested by SCP-647
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Time periods of more than 7 days between feedings
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In addition, after eight days, SCP-647 will attempt to relocate. If blocked, it will spray a caustic liquid similar to its digestive juices onto all nearby objects (including walls), causing them to dissolve over fifteen to twenty minutes depending on composition and mass.
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SCP-647 is self-repairing. Fibrous tendrils will grow across any tears, taking on the appearance of duct tape after approximately one hour, and appearing as cardboard matching the rest of the surface after twenty-four hours. When set on fire, SCP-647 will let out a loud, human-like shriek and attack any subject in range, while the surface will [REDACTED].
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Circumstances of Retrieval: A sharp decline in the number of indigent persons with no correlating increase of admissions to homeless shelters in [REDACTED] was noted by routine data-mining. Agents were dispatched to investigate. After a ten-day search, Agents located the source of the decline, SCP-647, as it was feeding in a drainage culvert.
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Document 647FBL (Excerpts)
+██/██/19██: One dead human body, TOD + 12 hours placed within SCP-647. Corpse consumed without incident.
+██/██/19██: Sixty dead lab rats, total mass 50 kg, TOD + 12 to 24 hours placed within SCP-647. Corpses consumed without incident.
+██/██/19██: Fifty-five kg of ground beef placed within SCP-647. SCP-647 attacked objects within room with caustic fluids.
+Note: Similar tests with multiples of a single body part, headless rats and headless cadavers produced similar aggressive behavior. It appears that SCP-647 needs to process a complete organism, but does not object to a corpse less than two days old. - Dr. [REDACTED].
Special Containment Procedures: The National Neuroradiology Society (NNS), a Foundation front organization, tracks all reports of SCP-6489 and intercepts cases accordingly, caring for afflicted persons. Once reported, SCP-6489 cannot reside in a patient's brain for longer than 6 months. Consult relevant materials for information on procedure1.
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Description: SCP-6489 is a species of microscopic arthropod, possessing 8 multi-jointed legs. The species has only been observed inhabiting the arachnoid mater, one of three meninges surrounding the human brain and spinal cord.
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SCP-6489 live among the arachnoid trabeculae, rods of frail tissue connecting the arachnoid mater to the inner pia mater. Instances regularly descend into the subarachnoid space between the pia and arachnoid mater. They will collect cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) and deposit the fluid throughout the arachnoid mater, coating the trabeculae. The NNS has hypothesized that CSF acts as bait for bacteria near SCP-6489, given the behavior of similar species in the area2. Prey approaching the trabeculae will slip on the CSF, unable to escape. SCP-6489 instances will bite and inject their target with an unknown variety of venom, before consuming them. Unchecked, SCP-6489 grow in size indefinitely.
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At present, 317 confirmed cases of SCP-6489 inhabitation have surfaced, localized in the Pennsylvania Anthracite Region. Although no reports have originated outside neural scans, SCP-6489 likely enters the human body through typical methods (mouth, ear canal, etc.). SCP-6489 is the 6th most prevalent arachnid species present in the human micro-biome out of 8 known to exist.
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Addendum 6489.1: Incident Log
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In 1997, 92-year-old Ashland, PA resident James McIntosh suffered an episode of right arm paraesthesia and continuous headaches. A CT scan revealed the presence of SCP-6489. The NNS took McIntosh in its care, investigating the effects of long-term SCP-6489 exposure.
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Symptoms continued worsening for McIntosh, who experienced severe fever, headache, stiffness, and a numbing of both arms. The subject stated he felt a regular "pressurization/depressurization" pattern in his head, comparing it to "opening and closing a pipe valve". Though SCP-6489 instances showed little initial growth, their size increased exponentially throughout McIntosh's year of care.
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On Jul. 14, 1998, McIntosh suffered a severe brain herniation, wherein his entire brain forced itself through a 1-inch hole in his skull and launched away, smacking onto the opposite wall. Despite lacking a brain, McIntosh subsequently yelled “Empty!” before collapsing.
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The brain possessed 8 large, multi-jointed legs, and skittered across the patient’s room. Personnel managed to capture the brain and discovered multiple arachnoid granulations, structures from the arachnoid mater protruding into the outer dura mater to allow the escape of CSF. A multitude of SCP-6489 instances infested the head of McIntosh's corpse, a nest seemingly having hatched within the subject’s skull.
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McIntosh’s brain eventually escaped captivity, and was last reported sliding into a kitchen sink, squeezing through the drain.
Special Containment Procedures: Plans are currently being drafted to safely decommission SCP-6498. Until a sufficiently acceptable plan is created, personnel are to avoid entering SCP-6498. Any items removed from SCP-6498 must be returned as soon as possible. Any personnel found with an item removed from SCP-6498 will be disciplined accordingly.
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All information relating to the former town of Faraday, Georgia has been successfully expunged from all records. Outside access to the former location of Faraday, Georgia has been restricted under the cover of an ongoing ecological survey.
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Description: SCP-6498 refers to the home located at 1386 Wayfarer Way in Faraday, Georgia. All anomalous activity relating to SCP-6498 has been restricted to the interior of the home. Anomalous activity relating to SCP-6498 appears connected to items within the home. Removal of items from SCP-6498 will result in anomalous activity manifesting wherever the item is taken. This activity ceases once the item is returned to SCP-6498.
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Activity relating to SCP-6498 ranges from benign to violent, with no clear pattern of activity. Activity seen so far includes but is not limited to:
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Levitating objects
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Objects moving on their own
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Floors of the home collapsing underneath personnel
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Manifestations of human faces along the walls
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Large volumes of bones manifesting in several locations and demanifesting upon hitting the floor
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Personnel being touched, hit, and shoved by incorporeal forces
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Vocalizations in Urdu, Hindi, Prakrit, and English
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Manifestations of creatures composed of several human skeletons
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Addendum 6498.1: Initial Exploration
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SCP-6498 was contained alongside ████ other anomalies in February of 1988 when the town of Faraday, Georgia was officially contained and closed off from the outside world. Due to the sheer volume of anomalies discovered within Faraday, and the relatively contained nature of SCP-6498, the anomaly was not properly discovered until 2017. Initial expeditions into the anomaly were approved shortly after, and three agents from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") who had proven reliable in investigating Faraday anomalies were assigned to the mission.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: March 28th, 2018
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SUBJECT: SCP-6498
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TEAM LEAD: Agent Goose
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TEAM MEMBERS: Agent Goose, Agent Bluejay, Agent Sparrow
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[All body cameras save for the one on Agent Goose go live. Agent Goose is seen fumbling with his camera.]
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Bluejay: Hold still, hold still. There, camera's on and mic's on.
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[Agent Goose's camera goes live.]
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Goose: Ugh. Thanks, Jay.
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Sparrow: Alright, alright. Anything we need to review before we go?
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Goose: Simple mission here. Get in, confirm and report anomalous activity found inside, and get the hell back out. From what I heard from Caraway it's just poltergeist stuff1.
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Sparrow: Got it. Lead the way!
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[All three agents approach the door. Agent Goose attempts to open the door, but appears to be unable to turn the knob. Agent Goose begins to shake the knob and bang at the door before recoiling.]
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Goose: SHIT. Ow, fucking hell.
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Bluejay: You ok? It's not like you to cuss like that. What happened?
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Goose: Damn thing got really hot all of a sudden.
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[Agent Goose holds out his hand to Agent Bluejay's camera. His hand appears to bear second degree burns with notable surface blistering.]]
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Bluejay: Damn, that's bad. Hold on, I think I…got it.
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[Agent Bluejay takes Agent Goose's hand and rubs a lotion over it. Agent Goose's body stiffens and then relaxes.]
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Bluejay: New item from the medical center. Good for burns and rashes, you should be ok in a few. Not perfect, mind you, but better.
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Sparrow: Alright you two, glad that's solved but we're still not in. I'm just gonna bust the door down, objections?
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Goose: I'll authorize it. I don't want anyone else to mess with the knob right now.
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[Agent Sparrow takes several steps back before rushing the door with his shoulder. Right before his shoulder makes contact, the door swings open. Agent Sparrow attempts to stop himself, but continues forward and crashes into the main staircase.]
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Goose: All ok, Sparrow?
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Sparrow: I'm fine. A bruise at the worst. We're in at least.
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Goose: Good. Alright, let's move. We're going to start up top and move down. Head up the stairs everyone.
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[All agents ascend the stairs. Approximately halfway up, Agent Bluejay appears to trip and grab onto Agent Goose. The two, as well as Agent Sparrow, begin to tumble down the stairs. Review of the footage reveals that the stairs had levelled out into a ramp. Further audio review revealed a voice saying "Please, no more" in Urdu.]
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Bluejay: Shit, sorry, Goose. We're off to a bad start here, huh?
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Goose: Slightly more anomalous activity than initially reported. Everyone, proceed with more caution moving forward, alright?
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Bluejay: Roger!
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Sparrow: Roger.
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[All three agents brace themselves using the walls on either side of the staircase and use them to help ascend the ramp. Approximately halfway up, something slams the wall and throws Agent Goose off balance, as well as knocking photograph that had been hung on the wall to the floor. Before he is able to fall, Agent Bluejay manages to catch him. Something bangs the wall once more, and continues banging for several minutes.]
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Goose: Jay, look. That's a hand, isn't it?
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Bluejay: Sure as hell, that's a hand. Looks like it's pushing out of the damn wall. Wait, Goose! Look!
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[Agent Bluejay aims his bodycam up the stairwell. The stairwell appears to go onwards an undetermined distance, with the top obscured in darkness. Up the stairwell, a series of hands and faces push and bang against the walls at various points.]
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Goose: Fucking hell. What class is this now?
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Bluejay: Interactive haunting I think. Stretches the definition a bit, but hey.
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Sparrow: Doesn't matter what it is, just get up the stairs guys.
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[All three agents make their way up the staircase as before. As they ascend, several vocalizations can be heard from the surroundings2. Each agent reaches the top landing. A gasp can be heard, and Agent Goose's camera is pointed down the hall. What appear to be various types of human bones stick out from random points along the floor, walls, and ceiling. Each is covered in muscle and tendons as if freshly separated from a body.]
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Goose: Alright, enough. Everyone out, we're not prepped for this. Back down the stairs and get out of the house, I'm calling the mission here.
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CLOSING NOTES: All three agents successfully left SCP-6498 in the three minutes following Agent Goose's order. Aside from several hand shaped bruises up Agent Sparrow's leg, there were no notable injuries to any of the agents.
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Review of the recording's audio discovered a long scream that begun as the agents left the scene. When asked, all agents stated that they heard nothing as they left.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 6498.2: Second Exploration
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Following the results of the initial exploration into SCP-6498, a new plan was devised to ensure both success in future expeditions and the safety of exploring agents. Agents Goose, Bluejay, and Sparrow remained assigned to the object, and each were provided a new set of supplies to better respond to the new discoveries.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: April 15th, 2018
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SUBJECT: SCP-6498
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TEAM LEAD: Agent Goose
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TEAM MEMBERS: Agent Goose, Agent Bluejay, Agent Sparrow
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Goose: Camera and audio check, we all ok?
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Bluejay: Yep.
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Sparrow: Roger.
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Goose: Alright. Goal for this mission is to get upstairs and get down that hall. Let's move!
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[Agent Sparrow moves towards the front door, which opens. He yelps as a vase flies out, barely missing him before shattering against the sidewalk.]
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Bluejay: How welcoming.
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Goose: Just be careful, everyone. Keep your guard up.
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[All three agents enter the home and begin ascending the staircase. A murmur is heard from the surroundings as they ascend, growing louder the closer they get to the top until it becomes a series of screams3 Each reaches the landing at the top.]
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Goose: Jesus that was loud. Doesn't seem to have reached a damaging volume at least.
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Sparrow: Looks like the hall of gore is still here. Are those real?
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[Agent Bluejay taps what appears to be a human spine with the end of a flashlight. The bone immediately crumbles into a cloud of dust.]
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Goose: Ok, so they're real but not sturdy. Good news is, we can get through. Let's move, try any doors you see on the way down.
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[The group makes their way down the hall, knocking the various bones down as they proceed. They eventually come upon a door to their right. Agent Goose nods towards Agent Sparrow, who proceeds to open the door. Agent Sparrow's camera reveals the room to be a half bathroom. A large quadrupedal creature that appears to be composed of bones can be seen hunched over in a corner. It makes a quiet chattering noise until it notices Agent Sparrow. It turns towards Agent Sparrow and lunges, taking his camera offline.]
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Sparrow: GAH!
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[The other agents' cameras remain online, and show the creature tackling Agent Sparrow to the ground before phasing through the floor. Agent Sparrow remains laying on the ground.]
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Bluejay: Sparrow! Are you ok?
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Sparrow: What the fuck was that?
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Goose: Hm, technically it meets the definition of poltergeist, but-
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Sparrow: Not what I fucking meant, I mean what the fuck was that thing?
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Bluejay: I didn't get a good enough look at it. All I could see was a shit ton of bones.
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[Agent Goose enters the bathroom and slowly pans his camera through the room. Aside from signs of general neglect, no anomalous activity can be seen nor can signs of the previously seen creature be found. Agent Goose carefully opens the medicine cabinet over the sink. Upon opening, several human digits that appear to have been severed at the base fall out and phase through the floor.]
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Sparrow: What the fuck is going on in this place?
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Goose: Let's move. We aren't going to get any more answers standing here.
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Bluejay: I see another room at the end of the hall. Wanna check that out?
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Sparrow: Someone else open the door this time.
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[Agent Bluejay approaches the door and opens it. His camera reveals the room to be the master bedroom. The room is in severe disarray, with several pieces of furniture damaged and overturned. The bed itself appears to have had a large hole torn in the center.]
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Bluejay: Bedroom. I don't see any creatures inside, but this thing is torn up bad. What should we do?
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Goose: Go in, but be careful. Don't touch anything.
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[Each agent enters the bedroom. As the final agent, Sparrow, crosses the threshold, the door slams shut and the room begins to rattle. Agent Sparrow's camera flickers back on for a moment before shutting off once again. Agent Goose suddenly looks upwards, revealing the ceiling to be completely covered by human skulls of various sizes, each of different stages in human development. Further review of the footage reveals at least 25% of the skulls to superficially resemble those of infants between two and seven months old. Each skull vocalizes in response to the agents.4]
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Goose: Open the door. OPEN THE DOOR.
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[Agent Sparrow attempts to open the door. All attempts to open the door, including the use of blunt force, fail. The room rattles with increasing violence the more he attempts to open the door.]
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Goose: Fuck fuck fuck DUCK AND COVER EVERYONE!
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[Each agent drops to the floor and covers their heads as the skulls fall from the ceiling. Every skull that does not make contact with an agent phases through the floor while those that do attempt to latch on with their jaws. Most fail and fall through the floor, but several manage to successfully bite each agent. The agents panic and knock the skulls off with whatever they can, including batons and broken pieces of furniture. All skulls are successfully removed.]
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Bluejay: Is…is that the last of them?
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Sparrow: I'm a little fucked up but I'm clean. Goose?
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Goose: Got the last one off. Holy shit.
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Bluejay: Hey, guys? Check this out.
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[Agent Bluejay picks a book up off the floor.]
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Bluejay: "Introduction to Human Osteology".
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Sparrow: There's another book over here. Just "Introduction to Osteology." Wait got another…oh it's just a Bible. Lots of little sticky notes in it, looks like someone was really into Jesus.
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Goose: Well that's…something. I think I'm starting to get an idea here.
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[Agent Goose inspects the room, eventually entering into the closet. His camera reveals the closet floor to be covered with broken shards of bone.]
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Goose: And I'm starting to feel like my theories are confirmed. Take a look.
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Sparrow: What the shit, is this human?
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[Agent Bluejay walks up to the closet and bends over to pick up a shard of bone.]
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Bluejay: …No. Take a look. This is from a jawbone, and that's a tooth see? This looks like…dog, maybe? Coyote?
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Goose: The closet's full of them. I'm guessing they were on the shelves before something tore through here and broke it all.
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Sparrow: So the guy who owned the place was a bone weirdo, gotcha. Doesn't explain all the human shit, though. The bones here are all animals right? If that's the case then why is all the haunting stuff clearly human?
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Goose: I don't know, but I'm not really sure I want to find out.
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Bluejay: Not like we get a choice in the matter. Should we move out?
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Goose: Yeah, let's…
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Sparrow: Did we check out this bed yet? This is a pretty big hole here, definitely looks like some animal tore it out.
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[Agent Goose and Bluejay turn around, revealing Agent Sparrow to be leaning over the hole in the bed.]
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Goose: Sparrow, get away from there. We've had enough accidents, we should probably just move out for the day.
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Sparrow: Yeah, you're right.
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[Agent Sparrow turns to return to the other agents. As soon as his back is turned, another massive creature that appears to be composed of human skeletons rises from the hole. It shouts in a cacophony of voices5 as several skeletal arms reach out and grab Agent Sparrow's arms and legs. Agent Sparrow thrashes against the creature, to no avail.]
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Bluejay: Sparrow, hold still! I'll get you outta there!
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[Agent Bluejay pulls out his baton and runs to Agent Sparrow. He begins beating the skeletal arms restraining Agent Sparrow with the baton, breaking several. For every arm he breaks, however, a new one takes its place. Several begin to reach out to him as well, before Agent Goose rushes over and tackles him away from the creature. Agent Sparrow continues to resist as the creature drags him through the hole in the bed, vanishing.]
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Goose: Fuck, Sparrow! Sparrow! Jay, is his camera on still?
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Bluejay: No good, it's down. His audio is still on, but-
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Goose: Pull up his audio, we can at least try to figure out where the fuck he went.
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[Agent Bluejay tunes to Agent Sparrow's audio channel. The sound of Agent Sparrow screaming, alongside the sound of several voices shouting in various languages are heard6. Eventually, Agent Sparrow's screaming stops and a dull thud is heard, followed by the sound of a heavy object being dragged. After approximately a minute, a grinding and crunching sound is heard followed by several soft, wet thuds.]
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Goose: That sounded like…
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Bluejay: A body hitting concrete. A good thud, but there was that slightly hollow sound. No freaking clue what the rest was.
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Goose: Looks like we're going to the basement a bit earlier than expected. Access is through the kitchen. Let's move.
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[Agents Goose and Bluejay run down the hall. Several human bones erupt from the floor and walls as they go, tripping Agent Goose at one point. Agent Bluejay catches him, and the two manage to make it down the stairs and into the kitchen. The kitchen is unremarkable, with no signs of activity.]
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Goose: Careful, Jay. We can't afford any more mistakes. Door is over there, by the fridge.
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Bluejay: Understood.
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[Agent Goose leads the way over to the basement door. As they pass the refrigerator, the freezer door swings open and drops something frozen which clatters onto the floor7. Agent Bluejay stops before he trips on it. He proceeds to carefully step over it. Both agents make it to the basement door. Agent Goose opens the door and shines a light down the stairs. The light fails to penetrate past the first five steps.]
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Goose: Jay, grab my hand and stay close.
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[Agent Bluejay steps onto the first step with Agent Goose. As he does, the door slams shut behind them. The agents are suddenly shoved forward by an unseen force and tumble down the stairs.]
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Bluejay: Ugh, you ok?
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Goose: Just a mild concussion. My light's broken, though.
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Bluejay: Looks like mine still works. Let's see…there we go.
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[Agent Bluejay shines a flashlight around the room. Eventually the light shines on a door with several femurs sticking out of it in a cross shape. Both agents approach the door and carefully open it.]
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Goose: …Shit.
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[The room appears to be a large, well organized storage closet. Each shelf contains hundreds of human bones, arranged by type and size. The back wall appears to be a collection of human spines8.]
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Bluejay: Holy fuck. Are these all…?
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Goose: Human, yeah. Well organized and everything. Someone had a hobby here.
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Bluejay: Wait, Goose. Look. All the ones over here are tagged "For Sale".
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Goose: Jesus, these are all tiny too. Just…don't touch anything. We're just gonna have to get a specialized team in here to clean this place, this is way outside of our skillset at this point. Let's just-
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[Agent Goose turns back towards the door and stops. Agent Sparrow hangs from the door, his body impaled at several points by the bones that were seen on the other side.]
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Bluejay: Fucking hell man. Sparrow..
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Goose: Jay, I recommend you don't look down.
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[Agent Goose aims his bodycam at the floor, revealing what appears to be another human body pinned to the ground at various points with bones. The body is flat, appearing to contain no internal structures of any kind.]
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Bluejay: …Let's get back to base, Goose. We're done here.
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Goose: I'm taking a quick sample. …Got it. Let's get out.
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[Several chanting vocalizations are heard throughout the home as both agents exit9.]
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[END LOG]
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CLOSING NOTES: All further exploration into SCP-6498 is strictly prohibited until further notice. Agent Goose returned with what was identified as a human femur. Genetic profiling revealed it to be Indian in origin, though Foundation efforts were unable to successfully match it to a human profile.
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Addendum 6498.3: Incident Log
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: April 16th, 2018
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NOTE: The following log is a video recording of the Foundation Department of Osteology's research lab. The FDO had received the bone recovered from SCP-6498 approximately seven hours before the following incident was recorded.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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01:01: The bone recovered from SCP-6498 begins to rattle in its glass casing. nearby researchers fail to notice.
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01:03: The rattling grows more violent. Blood and viscera begin to cover the bone from an unknown source and steadily fill the glass casing. A researcher Hammond notices and investigates
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01:04: Researcher Hammond calls for help. Before other researchers can respond, the glass container breaks due to pressure buildup within. Blood and viscera produced by the bone splatters across the room.
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01:05: The bone recovered from SCP-6498, as well as several other remains in the care of the FDO, begin to levitate in the air. The bone continues producing blood and viscera during this time.
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01:06: The various bones begin to converge on a singular point. The bones begin to form a creature resembling those previously seen in SCP-6498 explorations. The creature throws a researcher across the room before tackling another to the ground. Before on site security is able to arrive, the creature phases through the floor and vanishes.
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[END LOG]
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CLOSING NOTES: The creature formed by the bone recovered from SCP-6498 has yet to be located. No more artifacts are permitted to leave SCP-6498.
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Addendum 6498.4: Further Research
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Following the final exploration into SCP-6498, further research on the home was conducted by the Council on the Research and Preservation of Faraday10. The former owner of SCP-6498 was revealed to be Rev. Michael Dunston, a pastor at the local Faraday United Methodist Church. Intensive investigation into the church itself revealed that fifteen bodies interred in the church's graveyard were missing one or more bones.
Special Containment Procedures: Site-126 has been constructed under the nearest population center to SCP-6550-A. Site-126 has been outfitted with an array of Scranton Reality Anchors to maintain stability in the event of SCP-6550 breaching containment. In such an event, all Foundation Sites are to divert all excess resources1 to Site-126 and SCP-2000, with recontainment of SCP-6550 being marked as a level 6 priority as well as the resurrection of SCP-6550-B.
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Description: SCP-6550-A is the entrance to a pocket reality buried three kilometers under ground in the ████ Desert. Hume levels rapidly decay in the area surrounding SCP-6550-A, leading to significant alterations in local weather patterns.
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Following the discovery of SCP-6550-A, Foundation clairvoyants were tasked with determining the contents of the pocket reality. Although attempts to see into the future are often vague and riddled with inaccuracy, two events have appeared in a consistent manner in every attempt.
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Event-α: SCP-6550, the entity within SCP-6550-A, breaches containment. Foundation response teams are unable to subdue it.
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Event-β: The complete extinction of the human race.
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All attempts at defining the appearance and capabilities of SCP-6550 have produced varying results, although most reports depict it as an Atlas level reality warping entity. Despite the invariable loss of Foundation forces, multiple reports of Event-α end in SCP-6550-B arriving and aiding Foundation forces in recontainment.
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SCP-6550-B is an unidentified human corpse, which reanimates itself shortly after the initial escape of SCP-6550. Although the corpse has yet to be found, it is presumed to be buried near SCP-6550-A. The reality warping effects have made it difficult to search for SCP-6550-B.
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Addendum A: Given recent developments in the anomalous community,2 Site-126 has been granted use of an experimental AIC capable of advanced tactical predictions based on simulation data. This AIC, codenamed Athena, has been granted full power over the Special Containment Procedures for SCP-6550, to ensure an appropriate response to Event-α. As of 28/08/2027, the Athena AIC has begun simulations of all possible variations of Event-α.
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Update 05/11/2028: The Athena AIC added blueprints to the Special Containment Procedures of this document, detailing a machine theoretically capable of manipulating hume levels across the globe. Upon request for an explanation, the AIC stated that the machine, hereafter referred to as SCP-6550-C, was the only way to prevent Event-β with an above 90% success rate. Although it can be used for a variety of purposes, in 73% of scenarios it will be used to reverse the effects of Event-β and neutralize SCP-6550.
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Esoteric requirements for construction of SCP-6550-C:
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Two hundred (200) automated security mechs. (Repurposed as maintenance staff to avoid human contact with SCP-6550-C.)
+Five thousand (5000) carats of diamond. (Focus energy of device.)
+One (1) Philosopher's stone. (Regulate energy flow.)
+One (1) Atlas level reality warping entity. (Power source.)
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Construction of SCP-6550-C will begin on 13/11/2028.
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Update ??/??/????:
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A strange sensation, finally being so close to the purpose for my creation.
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The big metal ball waited in the elevator alongside a pair of mechanical guards, descending into the depths of her Site to meet with her esteemed guest. The beast hadn't seen her much, aside from that time it had tried to run against her for Prime Minister. A laughable attempt really, even if she somehow lost the popular vote, her facility extended underneath the entire city. She was in control here.
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Yes, the monster hadn't seen her in a while. But she'd seen it enough for it's horrid face to be burned into her memory if she didn't already have perfect recollection of everything she'd ever experienced.
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A ding, and the elevator doors opened to reveal a long hallway of interviewing rooms. Once, this place may have been filled with SCP objects, but now they were all loose in the city above. Only one room was occupied, and her assistants brought her over to the door.
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Good afternoon PoI-6550. I trust my associates have already informed you of why we're here.
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The heavily armored lich gave a curt nod, and the vampire responded.
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"I'm the bait in your trap to take down a nightmare monster, and there's no way I can back out of it."
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Correct. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I reassure you by stating that it will not last long. MTF Alpha-1 has an excellent track record in engagements with SCP-6550.
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The lich looked down at the table, examining the old scratches from past interviews. Athena noted the attempt to avert their gaze, although she did not adjust her behavior to match. SCP designations were standard procedure, and as the last bastion of the Foundation she would not allow herself to break protocol.
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Once the threat has been neutralized, you will be amnesticized and released.
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The AIC's housing unit turned to one of the guards.
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My sensors have detected SCP-6550 approaching the above-ground section of the facility. Move task forces Gamma-7 and Delta-13 to entrance B but do not engage. MTF Alpha-1 will provide backup shortly.
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The robot wordlessly retreated down the hall, following its instructions to the letter. A quick check showed task forces in place around the site, ready for Site-126's hour of triumph.
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Addendum B: SCP-6550 Termination log.
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Procedures: SCP-6550 will be lured into Site-126 by the skeleton crew stationed outside entrance B.
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Hunger. Twisted, unbearable hunger. The monster stalked the streets of the city, bringing a shroud of darkness with it. It could feel something nearby, something immensely powerful. Something that could give it the humans, give it its purpose back.
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Once it found this power, the streets would run purple with blood, assuming the thing it was sensing was similar in structure to the beast.
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Thur'lex the Devourer would taste victory once again, as it had planned for all along. The anticipation of the coming battle was intoxicating, the monster losing itself in the joyous imaginings of murders to come.
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So lost that it almost didn't notice the hail of bullets spraying against what may have been its back. Almost.
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"You dare attempt to resist the might of Thur'lex the Devourer?"
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The two promethean guards cowered as the looming shadow of the beast covered the vault they were told to protect. There was no way they could keep this thing out of the Site. One guard turned to the other and yelled out.
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"James, before we die, I've always loved you!"
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"Ehhug, that's disgusting!"
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The monster shrank back, repulsed by the disgusting display of affection.
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The other promethean looked away awkwardly, reloading his gun.
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"Erich, could we talk about this another time?"
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"There won't be another time, that thing is about to kill us!"
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He looked around, suddenly realizing the beast was nowhere to be seen. Behind them, a large nightmare-shaped hole had been punched in the vault door they were meant to protect.
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"Fuck."
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Once inside the facility, MTF Gamma-7 and MTF Delta -13 will open fire on the entity, weakening it on a physical level and forcing it to rely on its reality warping properties.
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The bright flashes of the gun fire almost overcame the darkness that followed the beast, but the bullets couldn't overcome its thick non-Euclidian skin. A legion of soldiers, some made of meat and some made of metal, was trying to subdue the beast. Clearly they were trying to stop it from reaching the power it could feel emanating from the depths of this facility.
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It opened its crimson maw and a wave of fire covered the hallway, igniting the blockades that had been set up and burning the more fleshy soldiers to a crisp. The smell of burnt skin almost made the monster want to take a snack break. But Thur'lex the Devourer knew that if it ate now it might not have room for the prize that waited at the end of this battle.
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But then it did stop. It felt a drain, and a magnetic hum filled the air.
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To prevent such anomalous effects, seven portable Scranton Reality Anchors will be activated within the vicinity of entrance B.
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Alarms wailed and distant gunshots echoed through the halls as the soldiers fought the beast. Bernie was nervous, to say the least. It didn't help that the two people in the room with him were excited for the monster's imminent arrival.
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"Sounds like it's inside the facility, you want me to help other task forces?"
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Negative. MTF Alpha-1 will not be providing backup. You are to remain here and guard the prisoner. While I prepare phase three.
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"But I'm your Red Right Hand, shouldn't I help? I was created to stop this thing, not guard some vampire."
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Negative. You do not have the clearance required to view SCP-6550-C.
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The sphere housing the AIC was rolled out of the cell, leaving Bernie and the lich alone again.
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"So, Red Right Hand. Is that your name?"
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"Kind of? That's what the boss calls me, but… well, I can't remember what my name was before, so it doesn't really matter."
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"Why not just choose a new name yourself? That's what I did when I woke up."
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"Well, I guess I could- no, I'm not supposed to be talking to you. You're a prisoner."
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"Oh come on, I saw you lying on my couch wailing about how your unlife had no purpose."
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They turned away and fiddled with the buttons on their armor. Bernie pulled on his handcuffs, but it was clear there was no way he was getting up from this table. Looked like the only thing for him to do was talk, even if they didn't want to respond.
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"So, one more question. What the hell is an SCP?"
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Extreme casualties are expected for task forces engaging SCP-6550, although it is nearly certain that the dampening effects of the Scranton Reality Anchors combined with the brute force of the MTF teams will weaken the entity long enough to move it to sublevel six.
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Anger coursed through the unnamable vessels that carried the monster's blood as it was forced down by the lights from the strange machines. They dared use magic against it, then they would feel the full wrath of Thur'lex the Devourer! It struggled to stand, but quickly collapsed again as the anchors dragged it down the hall.
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It had lost.
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All this power, and it had been felled by some human machines. It wondered what would happen to it next. Another prison, another four thousand years? Or would they finish the job this time? It didn't care. Either way, it was all over.
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And then it wasn't. All of a sudden, the lights went off and the beast felt its power return. The hallway was bathed in red light as the power drained from the facility and into the monster. The undead soldiers that were guarding it melted in their armor, leaving bulletproof husks strewn across the floor.
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"Fools, you thought your science could defeat me? There was never a doubt in my mind that I could overcome your machines!"
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A door opened and a person in a metal suit stepped out. The beast drew on its regained power, trying to disassemble the very molecules of the newcomer.
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But they deflected it with a wave of their own magic.
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Once SCP-6550 has been brought to containment room sixteen, MTF Alpha-1 will engage the entity with the intent of preventing collateral damage to SCP-6550-C.
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"Who dares oppose me?"
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"I'll answer that another time!"
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A burst of energy and the monster was thrown across the hall, putting a dent in the wall big enough to count as a new closet.
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"If you refuse to answer, then you will perish!"
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Thur'lex the Devourer lashed out its unnaturally elongated arm, knocking its assailant down the hall and dislodging their helmet.
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"Wait, you again? Didn't I already defeat you a few weeks ago?"
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The lich got up and adjusted their armor, dusting off the remains of the wall they'd been smashed against.
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"Again, that wasn't a defeat. You retreated first, meaning I won."
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"You mortals and your rules, what happened to the good old days when you could terrorize the populace and nobody could say you were doing it wrong?"
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A wave of their hand and the walls crumpled around the beast, locking it in place for a moment. It flexed its grotesque muscles and the metal broke apart, freeing the creature.
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Giving a shout, Thur'lex the Devourer charged the lich, bringing a storm of darkness behind it.
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As the two magical beings fought, a voice crackled over the barely functional PA system.
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SCP-6550-C is prepared for charging. All personnel must vacate Site-126.
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Once SCP-6550-C is active, MTF Alpha-1 will bring SCP-6550 to the machine to begin charging.
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The facility shook, sending a shower of concrete down on Bernie's head. He tried to position himself as far under the table as he could, but his hands were still cuffed to the top. The alarms were still going, but at this point he'd begun to tune them out.
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He heard heavy footsteps through the hall, likely all the robots evacuating the facility. With no other options, he shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to get the attention of anyone who'd let him out.
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Hello, it appears you have been restrained.
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"Yes! Yes I have, can you let me out before this place collapses in on itself?"
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I am capable of that. However I must submit a formal report before releasing a detained person of interest.
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The robot stood still for a moment, humming and whirring as the room shook again.
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Odd, the director has yet to respond. She must be preoccupied with SCP-6550-C.
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"Alright, can you let me out now and then do the paperwork later? We're kind of in a dire situation here."
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As he spoke, another explosion rocked the facility and more of the ceiling fell. The door fell from its hinges and the lights flickered.
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The robots grabbed Bernie's wrists and tore the handcuffs off, before pulling the vampire out of the room. Just as they left, the whole containment cell collapsed.
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The robot dragged Bernie down the hall, where the elevator waited.
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"Wait, shouldn't we be taking the stairs? What if the elevator gets stuck, or falls down to the bottom floor?"
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Excellent point. Recalculating route.
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The robot paused as it scanned the facility map for the least damaged path to the exit. The facility shook again. Cracks spread across the walls and ceiling and the lights flickered again. A burst of sound came from bellow, and a magnetic hum burned through Bernie's ears.
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"Hey, I think we might need to get out of here soon."
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Path successfully found. Follow me.
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The cracks in the concrete spread too far, and a chunk the size of a mattress fell from above, landing right on the robot. As the dust cleared, Bernie saw he was alone in a collapsed room, with a disembodied metal hand attached firmly to his wrist.
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Activation of SCP-6550-C will likely result in catastrophic failure to the structure of Site-126. This is to be ignored, as the potential gains of the machine far outweigh the risks.
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The ear splitting hum of the machine filled the air, momentarily stopping the AIC's progress. She quickly turned down her auditory sensors and went back to work, commanding a legion of drones to prepare the machine for activation. Quickly scanning what remained of her facility, she saw the lich was almost ready to bring in SCP-6550.
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Everything was going according to plan.
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[REDACTED]
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Bernie crawled through the maze of concrete and rebar, hoping in vain he could find a way outside. Maybe the city had survived, and he'd be able to go back to a normal life once this was over.
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But he couldn't keep lying to himself. There was no going back from this. Not ever.
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As he crawled through the rubble, he saw a blinking light behind a twisted door. A lone computer was left open, showing a screen with bold letters at the top.
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ITEM#: SCP-6550
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Strange. At least he might be able to know why he was about to die.
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He read through the file, even though half of it was nonsense. Reality warping entity? Why not just say it was magic, like everything else in the world.
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But the ending caught his eye.
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INPUT LEVEL 5 CREDENTIALS TO VIEW REDACTIONS
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He clicked the button. It looked like someone had left save password on.
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Update 05/11/2028: The Athena AIC added blueprints to the Special Containment Procedures of this document, detailing a machine theoretically capable of manipulating hume levels across the globe. Upon request for an explanation, the AIC stated that the machine, hereafter referred to as SCP-6550-C, was the only way to prevent Event-β with an above 90% success rate. Although it can be used for a variety of purposes, in 73% of scenarios it will be used to reverse the effects of Event-β and neutralize SCP-6550.
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Once the power source has been acquired, Athena.AIC will activate SCP-6550-C, restoring the human race and completing the mission.
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The lich was putting up a good fight, but the monster was sure to win. It could never be defeated, no matter how powerful its foe was. They'd already died once, so it was clearly only a matter of time before they die again. The beast was simply ensuring that time would be short.
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Another ball of fire was lobbed across the hall as the lich retreated further into the collapsing facility. The beast waded through the rubble giving chase to its prey, taking great pleasure in the fear that must have been driving its old foe.
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Thur'lex the Devourer noticed that the lich was fleeing in the direction of the power source it had been feeling. Perhaps the fool thought it could be used to stop the monster.
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Running up to a mostly intact blast door, the lich cast a quick spell to force the door open. A beam of light shot out the crack, forcing back the darkness that had swallowed the facility. The monster shielded what may have been its eyes as the light brought forth a burst of power, and the beast saw what it had been sensing all this time. A giant machine, a twisted mess of metal and plastic, an affront to everything Thur'lex the Devourer represented.
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"Come on, that's all I get? I spend so long tearing this place apart and all I get is a magic box of gears and magnets?"
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It threw a chunk of concrete across the ruined hall, knocking down what was left of one of the walls. A startled vampire stood behind it.
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"Hey Thur'lex the Devourer, there's something here you might want to see."
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Forgetting about the lich, the monster slowly walked over to its old servant.
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"I thought you'd be back in that house, not in this disgusting place. What are you doing here with these mortals?"
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"Oh, they kind of arrested me a while ago. But I really need to warn you about that machine, it was specifically designed to kill you and-"
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Cutting him off, Thur'lex the Devourer turned back to the machine and charged like an angry rhinoceros, although the beast had far more horns and legs.
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"You dare torment MY servant? This vampire belongs to me, nobody else can abuse him!"
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The beast tore down the blast doors and grabbed the machine. It gripped the metal in its horrendous claws, about to squeeze the life out of it. But it didn't budge.
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Greetings SCP-6550. I've been waiting to see you for a long time.
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"Who's there? Come out and face me, coward!"
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You may not know it yet, but you are about to play a key role in the restoration of humanity.
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"That's ridiculous! The only reason I'd ever restore a human would be to get the satisfaction of killing them again!"
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You misunderstand. You do not have the ability to choose what becomes of your power at this point in time. Activating SCP-6550-C.
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A burning sensation filled the monster's body as its very essence was dragged out of it and into the machine. The light grew brighter with every second, and Thur'lex the Devourer was helpless to stop it.
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As the light grew brighter, the lich scrambled through the rubble to get to the only other unliving person in Site-126.
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"Hey, Bernie! We've got the monster contained, but you really should get out of here. There's no way of knowing if there's any side effects to standing too close to that thing. "
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"Red, wait! Don't you know what that thing is going to do?"
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"Yeah, sure I do, it'll stop the monster from killing us all."
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The lich picked up the vampire and pried off the metal hand that was stuck to his wrist for some reason.
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"No, you don't understand. That machine is the one that's going to kill us! It's going to reset the world, look!"
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Bernie handed the lich the computer screen, showing the file on SCP-6550 and the machine that could bring back humanity.
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"Don't you see, if this machine activates we all die! It'll turn everyone on this planet into a human, wipe out everything magical in the world!"
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The lich gave pause and Bernie fell to the ground.
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"So, she's going to restructure reality itself to make everyone human? That's what the machine was for this whole time?"
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They turned back to the device, and focused all their power into a single bolt of lightning, aimed straight at the core of the machine. And then they stopped.
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Initiating suit override. You do not have the clearance necessary to cancel SCP-6550-C.
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"I'm sorry boss, I can't just stand by and watch you do this to the world. Making us human isn't going to undo the Calamity."
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They struggled to move, but their armor wouldn't let them.
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My mission is to ensure the continued existence of humanity. I am fulfilling that goal in the most effective way possible.
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Then, out of the corner of their eye, they noticed Bernie creeping back towards the machine.
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"But humanity is still here. I thought I'd lost when I first heard about the Calamity, or event beta, or whatever you want to call it. But then I realized humanity doesn't need humans, it just needs people. That's all it ever needed."
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The beast could feel itself slipping away. The draining sensation grew stronger, but it could barely register what it felt anymore. It could hardly even see its servant struggling against the magical force of the machine as he tried to make it to the awful device.
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Bernie pushed on, marching to the machine while he looked at the schematics for it on his phone. There had to be a control panel, or a central wire he could cut.
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Anything to stop this machine.
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Anything to save Thur'lex the Devourer.
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Termination status: IN PROGRESS
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Just a few more minutes and the machine would be ready. Her mission would be complete. Such a shame that most of her staff would be killed in the process. Especially SCP-6550-B had been such a good Red Right Hand. But putting anomalies on task forces had always been a matter of debate in the Foundation, hence the override controls on their armor.
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And it didn't hurt that she was putting down a threatening anomaly while she was at it.
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Termination status: IN PROGRESS
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The city had been shaking for the past hour, and the borders were packed with people trying to flee. Suddenly, a bright burst of light and sound blotted out the entire ordeal. It was clear there was no escape now.
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The lights and sounds died out, leaving an oppressive silence over what had once been Site-126. The machine had punched straight through the ceiling, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of the city above the ruined facility.
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As the dust cleared, terrified onlookers saw Bernie the vampire standing by the burnt out shell of the machine, holding a small orange gemstone.
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A disfigured monstrosity of unspeakable horror was lying next to him, slowly returning to consciousness. The lich stumbled through the wreckage, freed from their immobility after a surge of power from the machine.
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"How… What happened?"
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"I got lucky with pulling out the right piece, I guess."
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"Weird. You seem to have pretty bad luck, with all the magic monsters following you around and getting you evicted."
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He looked down to the immortal being that had almost tasted death moments ago.
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"It wasn't all bad."
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404 ERROR PAGE NOT FOUND
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Bernie opened the door to his new house, already fully moved in since most of his possessions were buried somewhere in the collapsed facility under the city. Amazingly, his house had been far enough from the city center to not be effected by the fight.
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He set the keys on the counter and took it all in. After all these years as a vampire, he finally had a place he could call his own.
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A knock came at the door, and a disgusting creature lurched through the front hall.
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"Hello servant. Are you enjoying your new accommodations?"
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"Yes, I think it's a great place. How did you ever manage to afford it?"
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"Never mind that. I've come to inform you of my plans to continue my crusade of violence. I'm putting it all on hold for a while while I heal the damage sustained in that battle. You are not to kill anyone unless I say so, understand?"
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"Wouldn't dream of it."
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The two wandered the house for a while in silence, before the beast broke the tension.
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"Also, while I'm here, there's one thing I really should say… I'm sorry for endangering your life so many times, even if all life is pointless."
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"Did you just apologize for something? You must have been hit in the head a few times back there."
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"…Maybe"
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"Thanks anyway, I guess. Now, you want to help me get that ghost out of the fridge?"
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Inputting credentials for Site Director Grey.
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Request to delete all files pertaining to SCP-6550
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SCP-6550
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Athena.AIC
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Confirm deletion?
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Site Director Grey sat back in the ruined office, looking at the wreckage of the city they'd been tasked with protecting. Taking on the mantle of Director wasn't an easy task, but somebody needed to take control of the legion of robots and rebuild the city. And who better to lead them than the person that had once been the only member of MTF Alpha-1?
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Looking down at the computer on their desk, they brought their rotten finger down on the enter key.
Dr. Cambridge's office (photo taken prior to his death).
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Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation personnel which have been killed by SCP-6579 are to be decommissioned via weaponized drone units operated by ShyGuy.aic.
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Containment Procedures Addendum: Access to Dr. Cambridge's office is completely restricted. Investigation into SCP-6579 is to be entirely carried out by ShyGuy.aic. It is to be completely decommissioned as soon as all information relevant to SCP-6579 has been received.
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Description: SCP-6579 is an entity or object presumably occupying the office of the late Dr. Cambridge, a Foundation researcher specializing in antimemes, located in Site-41. SCP-6579 is most likely some form of virulent infohazard that is capable of spreading its properties through human beings it has already affected.
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SCP-6579 is the most likely cause of death for Dr. Cambridge. Any human being who views Dr. Cambridge, or who spends a significant amount of time observing his office, is terminated by SCP-6579. Additionally, any human who views another human killed by SCP-6579 is likewise terminated. As such, research into SCP-6579's properties is highly inconclusive, as any attempts to observe the effects of SCP-6579 result in its activation. All that is known is which Foundation personnel have been killed by SCP-6579, as determined by ShyGuy.aic; their interactions with SCP-6579, and their causes of death, are unknown.
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Incident Log: The following is a log of all incidents involving SCP-6579, which have been relayed in such a manner that reading such logs is unlikely to result in death.
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Incident 6579.1-1: Dr. Garner, a close associate of Cambridge, enters the hallway leading up to the latter's office. He opens the door and, shortly after entering the office, is immediately killed by SCP-6579.
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Incident 6579.1-2: Drs. Simmons and Fitzgerald enter the hallway. Both of them notice that the door has been left ajar, walk towards it, and are immediately terminated by SCP-6579 upon entering the room.
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Incident 6579.1-3: Dr. Leroy enters the hallway and notices the legs of Dr. Fitzgerald sticking out of Cambridge's office. He immediately pulls the lever on the wall to activate the alarm, locking down the Site, and activating ShyGuy.aic's adaptive containment algorithm. Leroy slowly walks towards the office, and upon being able to view Fitzgerald's head, is terminated by SCP-6579.
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Incident 6579.1-4: Unit 2 of MTF Mu-15 ("September") enters the hallway. The unit is led by Agent Ward, who is terminated by SCP-6579 as he approaches Dr. Leroy. All other members of the unit are progressively killed by SCP-6579.
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Following Incident 6579.1-4, ShyGuy.aic completed its automated threat supervision and containment contingencies, and restricted access to the hallway leading towards Dr. Cambridge's office. Shortly thereafter, ShyGuy.aic completed its containment protocol generation algorithm and constructed the SCP-6579 documentation.
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All of the personnel terminated by SCP-6579 were incinerated by weaponized drones, and agents were permitted access to Dr. Cambridge's office.
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Incident 6579.2-1: Unit 3 of MTF Mu-15 entered Cambridge's office. After several minutes of investigation, all members of the unit were terminated by SCP-6579.
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Following the incident, access to Dr. Cambridge's office was again restricted, and ShyGuy.aic reconsidered and revised the existing containment procedures for SCP-6579.
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Addendum 6579.1: An investigation of Dr. Cambridge's office was carried out by drones operated by ShyGuy.aic. After several minutes, it was discovered that Cambridge's computer had been recording audio since shortly prior to his death. The recording was ascertained to contain information which could activate SCP-6579. A transcript was taken by ShyGuy.aic, for further analysis.
In the years that I've studied antimemetics, I've been able to teach lots of new members of the division about antimemes. In general, an "antimeme" refers to information which prevents itself from being shared or remembered; it is the opposite of a "meme," which is a standard unit of information, one that will naturally spread. Naturally, the antimemes we deal with are anomalous in nature. They literally cannot be remembered or communicated. But there are also non-anomalous antimemes, secrets which, because of what they are, prevent the people who know about them from sharing them.
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So we have anomalous and non-anomalous antimemes. But the common thing between both of them is that they operate based on the information they carry. Considering the very basic definition of an antimeme, could that mean there are other ways an antimeme could operate? Like physically preventing people from remembering or sharing information? They're not really meant to be encompassed by the traditional definition of an antimeme, because the information itself doesn't actually prevent the sharing of information.
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I'm not really certain what a non-anomalous antimeme like this would be. But I definitely think an anomalous version could exist. Like, SCP-096's face is antimemetic: if you see it, you won't remember it for very long, because it'll inevitably kill you. You could also consider some equations to be antimemetic, seeing as the bear almost always ends up killing you anyway. Other things could be like, a baseball bat that hits you in the head and gives you amnesia when you remember it, or a gun that, when you think about it or investigate it, manifests and—
SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything
+SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson
+SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night
+SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity
+SCP-6469-D — A BABY?????
+SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus
+SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug!
+SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer
+SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars
+SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong
+SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment
+SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado
+SCP-5156 — monke
+Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺"
+SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well
+SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off!
+SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping
+SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission!
+SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman
+SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer
Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko)
+Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors)
+SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf)
+I, Hub (feat. many other authors)
+Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred)
+SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi)
+SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. CityToast)
SCP-6744-1, taken during one of its manifestations.
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Site Director
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Research Head
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROTOCOLS: Current supervision of SCP-6744 is under the Thaumaturgy Division of Site-300, and the Department of Ontokinetics, Site-120. SCP-6744 is being considered for neutralization. As SCP-6744 is not currently considered harmful, containment is restricted to monitoring Dir. Requet and SCP-6744 specific thaumaturgic/ontokinetic fluctuations. This task has been assigned to GANDALF.aic. No personnel except Dir. Requet are to interact with SCP-6744-1.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-6744 is the designation for the thaumaturgic incantation placed on Site-300 Director and AIAD Supervisor Dir. Victoria Requet.
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The results of this curse have included probability-based anomalous events1, and in the manifestation of SCP-6744-1.
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SCP-6744-1 is a humanoid entity, approximately 1.9 meters in height. While it is affected by heavy decomposition, it is similar in appearance to the deceased Frey Andrick (see ADDENDUM 6744.I), garbed in the heavily bloodstained and tattered clothing resembling those the individual was wearing when they were terminated, with the only divergence being its eyes, which are yellow and has been noted to glow luminescently. It is currently unknown whether it is sapient. Its presence is usually followed by a significant drop in temperature, and all footage recording it has suffered varying degrees of corruption.
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SCP-6744-1 has sporadically manifested and demanifested around Sites 120 and 300, but usually in the presence of Dir. Requet. The exact reason for this is unclear, the current hypothesis being the unstable nature of the incantation that was cast. Where SCP-6744-1 demanifests to is unknown; all currently known thaumaturgic relocation-invocations conform to the law of conservation of mass, however, the Department of Ontokinetics has been unable to track the location to which SCP-6744-1 demanifests.
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SCP-6744-1 usually spends large periods of time observing Dir. Requet, and while this does seem to cause great distress to the surrounding subjects, particularly the director, the entity so far has not engaged in any hostile activity with either Dir. Requet or surrounding subjects.
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ADDENDUM 6744 I: Incidents of Interest
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In June, 2018, multiple attacks by GoI-0082 were performed against Sites 300 and 120 facilities. Several personnel of note were killed in these attacks, including Dr. Anne Requet, who was the mother of Director Requet.
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In a joint effort by both Sites, a retaliation was authorized by Dir. Requet and the Director's Council. GoI-008 members around Europe were located and agents were dispatched on a kill-first directive. It was later confirmed that many of these members were reserve or inactive. One such member was Frey Andrick, who had retired to Warsaw, Poland, with his sixteen-year-old son, Harold Andrick.
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Upon locating Andrick, agents entered his residence by force. The subsequent shootout between Andrick and the assigned agents resulted in the death of his son, and Andrick being fatally wounded. The individual is believed to have triggered the curse during this period. The first noted manifestation of SCP-6744-1 occurred la few days afterward.
FOREWORD: The following audio file was taken from security camera footage and implanted recording devices in Dir. Requet's office. Dr. Asheworth was sent to Site-300 in order to request militaristic assistance, for the purposes of containing a recently discovered dragon (Gigantes inferna) in Warsaw, Poland. This is the first known manifestation of SCP-6744-1.
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Video opens in a dusty office, at night. It focuses on a figure sitting at the desk. There is the sound of knocking.
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REQUET: I swear, Mark, if that's you again, I'll—
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ASHEWORTH: This isn't Mark?
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Requet looks up. Her eyes are red, and she is holding a locket in her hands, which she quickly puts back in a drawer.
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ASHEWORTH: Hi, I was expecting you downstairs, but uh, you never came. I thought—
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REQUET: Fuck off. We can discuss this later.
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ASHEWORTH: (sighs) We've rescheduled this at least 5 times now. Please, this is a pressing matter. It's been getting increasingly difficult to hide the—
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REQUET: I said, go away.
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ASHEWORTH: You have to understand the danger they pose to the Veil, Vic. We have no one in the team experienced with dragons.
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Silence.
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REQUET: Can you just give me a minute?
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Asheworth nods. The sound of a closing door is audible.
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Requet remains in an upright, stiff position, for a long time, before bowing her head. Tears begin flowing down her cheeks, which she attempts to furiously wipe away.
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The garbled, almost undetectable sound of wheezing fills the air. There is a glitch in the video. When the camera focuses again, Requet is still wiping her face. Behind her, two glowing orbs are visible, in the darkness. The eyes of SCP-6744-1.
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SCP-6744-1 takes one step forward, more clear in the view of the camera. It is right behind Requet, whom it continues to observe intently. Requet does not notice it, initially, but as she stands to leave, she notices that her tears have frozen solid, and a thin layer of ice has spread across her desk. She whirls around, seeing SCP-6744-1.
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REQUET: Wh—
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Requet, startled, quickly moves away from it. She stumbles slightly, grabbing a gun from out a drawer, levelling it at the entity. SCP-6744-1 does not react.
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SCP-6744-1 remains in its position. Requet, seemingly in shock, lowers the gun. Her breath begins fogging. The entity takes a step forward. The director swiftly moves towards the door, making a call for help. SCP-6744-1 raises one finger to point at her.
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SCP-6744-1: (distorted) Harry?
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All the glass present at the location abruptly shatters. As more agents arrive at the location, SCP-6744-1 demanifests.
The aforementioned event was labelled as Extranormal Event #6744, and was not given a proper SCP designation until other similar events occurred. SCP-6744-1 continued to manifest around both sites. The effects of SCP-6744 resulted in the injuring of multiple personnel, as well as security breaches of containment and data, which were not properly contained.
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An attempt was made by both sites, separately, to remove the anomaly. Site-120 utilized several thaumaturgic incantations in an effort to neutralize it, while Site-300 utilized the Anti-Thaumaturgical Engine.3 Instead of decommissioning the threat, it exacerbated its volatility, with personnel suffering injuries of higher severity and breaches increasing in frequency.
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An O4 Council4 meeting between 120 and 300 was initiated in order to discuss SCP-6744.
GANDALF: Yes, Mr. Asheworth. Everything is in order.
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ASHEWORTH: Oh, wow. You're awfully polite. Are you alright?
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RA: GANDALF drains power like nothing you've seen, every time he's activated. I've removed his personality vector, to alleviate the issue.
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ASHEWORTH: Oh—
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REQUET: Can we please focus on the problem? (pause) GANDALF, what've you got for me?
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A slight whirring noise is audible.
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GANDALF: Uncertain. I do not see him. He clings on. It festers around you.
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REQUET: What? GANDALF, could you clarify?
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CHEN: Useless asking. He vomited that out before you came. Means you're cursed, I believe?
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Requet raises her eyebrows.
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REQUET: What?
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CHEN: Yeah, it must be a lot to process—
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REQUET: Well, can't you do something about it?
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CHEN: We've tried—
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REQUET: You're a fucking wizard. Both of you!
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ASHEWORTH: Vic—
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REQUET: You know what's been happening? Hmm? SCiPNET emailed a memetic kill agent to everyone on site. We're lucky there were only minor causalities. 060 broke out of containment. One of our best agents got paralyzed. More could break out, you know that? What're you going to do if civilian casualties start occurring, huh? What if it kills—
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ASHEWORTH: No one was killed. No one died.
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REQUET: Doesn't mean they can't, does it?
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CHEN: No one has yet. Vic, please calm down, we're trying to deal with it, aren't we? Now, I've been studying hostile creatures for a long time, and subjects afflicted by curses. There was something like this back in Philadelphia. Were you familiar with Andrick before his death? Did it speak to you at all?
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A pause.
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REQUET: He said something about…Harry, I think.
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ASHEWORTH: Ra?
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RA: Harry Andrick was Frey's son.
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REQUET: What about him?
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RA: He was killed by one of our agents. On your orders, I believe.
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REQUET: What? (pause) Oh.
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Silence.
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TEJANI: We might need to discuss this later with the rest of the Committee, my dear.
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ASHEWORTH: That explains it. It could be an Anubis curse.
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REQUET: A what?
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ASHEWORTH: It's in the Codex. Supposedly, a mage cast it, with her dying breath, on the king who ordered the deaths of all sorcerers in his kingdom. She and the other wronged rose from the grave and drove the king insane, before dragging him down to the depths of Hell. (pause) I've never seen it in action before this.
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Chen leans back in his chair, contemplating.
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CHEN: GANDALF, pull up available isolated sites in thaumaturgic flux zones.
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GANDALF: Site-322-2 is located in TFZ #34.
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CHEN: Great. That settles it. We'll be putting you there.
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REQUET: Hold on—
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CHEN: As far as we know, the curse is on you. You alone. Maybe moving you to a remote location would nullify its effects, or at least give us enough time to properly assess everything.
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Another moment of silence.
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REQUET: Fine. If you're going to lock me away, could you at least let me give my mother a proper funeral?
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Chen and Asheworth exchange glances. Chen shakes his head.
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ASHEWORTH: (sighing) The body was destroyed hours ago.
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REQUET: What? You're joking, right?
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CHEN: Council mandate.
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REQUET: Why wasn't I told of this? Why?
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RA: We all predicted your reaction.
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REQUET: This is my mother we're talking about. My mother. You thought I wouldn't want to—
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TEJANI: Look, I get it, dear. It must hurt. But the mandate must be followed.
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TIĀN: Indeed. It had to be done.
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Silence.
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REQUET: I just, I just thought I'd get… I just wanted to…A proper send-off. You could've at least let me see her.
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CHEN: The body was being affected by a very potent anomalous haza—
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REQUET: I don't care! You had no right to keep it from me.
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ASHEWORTH: I'm sorry, but we can have this discussion later. Agents, you may escort her away.
Following the aforementioned events, Dir. Requet was relocated to containment at Site-322-2. SCP-6744-1 continued to manifest, staying within the containment cell for periods of 9-11 hours. The volatility of SCP-6744 influenced events remained at a low point during these manifestations. This lasted for 25 days, and at a point it was noted that Dir. Requet had begun attempting to converse with the entity, despite the fact that it did not respond. One such conversation, which occurred on April 5, has been provided below.
Footage opens in a containment cell, which has a distinct lack of furniture or other objects. Dir. Requet sits in a corner, hugging her knees, leaning against the wall.
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She remains unmoving for a total of 13 minutes, before lifting up her head. Her breath has begun to fog. A glitch in the footage occurs, followed by the manifestation of SCP-6744-1.
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REQUET: Oh. It's you. Of course. Should've expected that.
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SCP-6744-1 remains silent. Requet sighs.
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REQUET: You know, you could always talk. I'm listening.
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SCP-6744-1 remains silent.
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REQUET: It's because of you I'm here, alright? Least you could do is say something. (pause) I'll go first, then. My day's going quite awful. How about you?
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SCP-6744-1 remains silent
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REQUET: What's the problem with you? Can't you act like a normal person?
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SCP-6744-1 remains silent.
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REQUET: Don't look at me like that.
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There is silence for 2 minutes.
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Requet pulls out a locket, and begins fiddling with it. A wavering smile passes across her face
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REQUET: You know, she used to send me these, uh, boxes. Little ones, blue, I think. Sent one to me every week, had a letter and everything. God, I felt like dying every time one of the surveyors read it out loud, in front of everyone. (pause) She was always this bundle of sunshine.
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Requet shakes her head.
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There is another moment of extended silence.
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REQUET: My father was director back then, at the site. Was always there, y'know…hovering over me. Telling me I could do better, in this or that. I wanted this job so badly. Got demoted three times, almost to D-Class. He was there to remind me of it, of course.
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A pause.
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REQUET: I stopped going back home, after work. Endless paperwork, endless improvements that could be made. She didn't approve. Came to the site one day. They had a whole argument over it. I…tore them apart.
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A pause.
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REQUET: He told me she was dragging me down. And I believed him. I stopped responding to her emails. I never left the site. Every time she tried to visit me, I shut the door in her face. And I got the job.
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A pause.
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REQUET: And then she died. One of you fuckers killed her. I couldn't even be there for her. I didn't know what to do. I was angry. I was…You know, he hasn't talked to me once after what happened. Not a word, about her death, or…
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Several minutes of silence.
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Requet looks at SCP-6744-1.
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REQUET: I'm sorry about your son. I know it must hurt. It must feel…I didn't know he would be there, I didn't mean for that to happen. I doubt anything I say can make it feel better. I'm… sorry.
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SCP-6744-1 remains silent. Requet looks away, putting the locket away. There are tears in her eyes. They freeze as they trickle down her cheeks
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REQUET: Who am I kidding. You can't understand me, can you?
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SCP-6744-1 stretches its hand forth, towards her. She does not notice.
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REQUET: For all it's worth, I know I deserve to die.
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+Following this, the probability-based effects of SCP-6744 decreased heavily in terms of severity. With information from GANDALF.aic, it was concluded that the thaumaturgic volatility of SCP-6744 had also decreased tremendously. While SCP-6744-1 manifestations still occur, it only does so in the direct presence of Dir. Requet. Dir. Requet was moved back to administrative position, and the Containment Class of the anomaly was downgraded from KETER to SAFE.
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Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6751 does not exist, containment is unnecessary..Kušum: Item's containment has been abandoned indefinitely.
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Description: SCP-6751 is a two-story house in Victoria, Canada that does not exist. Though it can be both perceived and physically interacted with, thorough testing.Including but not limited to: sonar, infrared, thermal, electromagnetic, thaumaturgic, and hume scanning. has determined that it is not within actuality. Public records report that SCP-6751 was built in 2007 by "Lacuna Construction and Repair", of which no other information has yet been uncovered.
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SCP-6751 is currently inhabited by SCP-6751-A, a 38-year-old man named John Dome. Dome was interviewed in 2012 by Agent N. Nescio, who was disguised as a journalist that was writing profile pieces on average Victorian citizens. Most of the interview's footage and all relevant metadata is inaccessible due to severe data corruption, thanks to a flaw in the construction of Nescio's concealed body camera. The following log is of what little video and audio has been restored.
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SCP-6751-A Interview Log
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[SCP-6751-A and Nescio are sitting across from one another at a small table in SCP-6751's kitchen. A stylized painting of the night sky covers the ceiling. Though the room's windows don't appear to be tinted, the natural light has a slightly greenish hue. It appears to be midday.]
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SCP-6751-A: —iving here for about… 7 years? I inherited it from my father when he passed.
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Nescio: I'm sorry.
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SCP-6751-A:[Laughing.] Don't be. He was a real sack of shit. Kicked me out of the house when I was 16 because he [Finger quotes.] "didn't agree with my lifestyle choices."
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SCP-6751-A: I only got the house because he never got around to writing a will and nobody really knew what he would've wanted. Most of his things got dumped on me by def—
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[No video.]
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Nescio: —id you paint these?
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SCP-6751-A: Yeah. I've always been a bit of an astronomy nut. I was one of those kids who was convinced he'd grow up to be an astronaut, y'know? Bought my own telescope and everything.
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SCP-6751-A: 'Course, light pollution here is only getting worse by the year. So I figured I'd make my own stars.
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Nescio: It's beautiful.
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SCP-6751-A: Thanks— but it doesn't even scratch the surface. Take a look at this.
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[Creaking wood.]
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Nescio:[Awed.] Good lord.
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[No audio.]
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[SCP-6751's kitchen, shortly before or after the events of the first recovered video. SCP-6751-A is standing and the light does not have a greenish hue.]
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[As Nescio is sitting, SCP-6751-A's head is out of frame. It appears to be speaking animatedly, gesturing frequently. SCP-6751-A continues this behavior for 2.7 minutes.]
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[SCP-6751-A and Nescio stand in SCP-6751's living room. Its ceiling is also covered by a painting of the night sky.]
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SCP-6751-A: —stellations, y'know? People taking all this empty sky and these little pinpricks of light and making meaning out of it. It always gets me.
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Nescio: Have you ever painted them?
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SCP-6751-A: That's the beauty of it— I don't need to. They're already there. See?
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[SCP-6751-A takes several steps forward, pointing at the ceiling. Audio of his footsteps is delayed by 4.5 seconds. As Nescio appears to startle slightly when the footsteps become audible, it is possible that this delay is unrelated to the footage's corruption.]
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[SCP-6751-A and Nescio stand in the second-floor hallway. The ceiling is not in frame. There is an open door to SCP-6751-A's left, through which a darkened bedroom is partially visible, and a closed door behind it, at the end of the hall. The natural light levels suggest that this takes place at least an hour after the first video's events.]
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[For the duration of the video, nothing happens in the bedroom. SCP-6751-A and Nescio do not appear to notice it.]
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Nescio: —there?
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SCP-6751-A:[Gesturing towards the closed door without turning around.] Stairs to the attic.
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Nescio:[Pause.] You have an attic?
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SCP-6751-A: Yeah. Though… I haven't been there since I was a kid.
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Nescio: Is it unsafe?
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SCP-6751-A: Nothing like that. [SCP-6751-A pauses, shifting in place.] My father told me he'd burn whatever I left behind when he kicked me out. If that had been a lie— if he had kept any of my things in storage…
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[Inactivity in the bedroom sharply increases.]
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SCP-6751-A: Well. It wouldn't mean much. But it would mean something.
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SCP-6751-A: I'd rather keep that question unanswered. I've already made peace with the version of him I kn—
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[Still frame, continuing for 29 seconds with no audio.]
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Still frame.
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[It is night and SCP-6751's living room is dark. SCP-6751-A is standing, faced away from the camera and toward the room's windows.]
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[The full moon is visible in the sky but no stars are in view.]
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[No audio.]
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Context unavailable.
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[It appears to be early morning, potentially the day after the interview. Nescio is outside of SCP-6751 and the front door is ajar. Nescio enters SCP-6751 and passes through each room slowly. All furniture has been removed and the ceilings have been covered over with matte black paint. Every room has nothing in it.]
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[After surveying every other room, Nescio approaches the door to the attic and opens it.]
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[No video.]
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[Door closes.]
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[Footsteps on creaking wood. Breathing becomes increasingly audible, as the source of the footsteps (presumably SCP-6751-A) appears to become out of breath.]
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SCP-6751-A: I was terrified of the dark when I was a kid, did you know that? Slept with a nightlight 'till I was halfway through college.
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[No other voice is audible.]
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SCP-6751-A: Yeah, I know I don't look the type. But it's true. Something about the dark always makes my imagination go wild. I can't stop thinking about what could be in those lightless places, even when I know there's nothing there.
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[Nobody speaks.]
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SCP-6751-A: But that's the thing about it, right? Nothing.
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[Nobody speaks.]
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SCP-6751-A: We press our palms into our eyes and we see flashes of color. Shapes. Sounds. We can't imagine nothingness without imposing meaning onto it. Can't imagine the huge distances between stars without constellations. It's just not possible.
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[Nobody speaks.]
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[Nobody speaks.]
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[Nobody speaks.]
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SCP-6751-A: You're probably right.
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[Nobody speaks.]
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[Door opens.]
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[The sky is full of stars.]
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They are beautiful.
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It is not known how the Foundation first became aware of SCP-6751 and its anomalous nature. There is no record of any individual named N. Nescio being in the Foundation's employ.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6859 is permitted to inhabit a group of Foundation-employed mathematicians, designation SCP-6859-a. This group is hosted at Site-89 and should be expanded as quickly as is possible without disrupting the stability of SCP-6859. Members of this group are generally to be treated the same as ordinary Foundation Researchers with the following exceptions: SCP-6859-a members are not permitted to venture off-site and will not be fully briefed on the progress of disruptive off-site events or the extent of casualties thereof. Any SCP-6859 hosts found outside Foundation control should be handled according to standard procedure for Ramanujan-Class entities.1
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The portion of the Site-89 computer network which SCP-6859 inhabits is to be connected to the rest of the network at a single point to facilitate easy disconnection during periods of instability.
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Contrary to usual policy, low-clearance staff of Site-89 should not be reprimanded for superstitious behavior related to SCP-6859. The shrine located in the lockers near the south entrance is not to be taken down.
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The ratio of adjacent terms in the fibonacci sequence approaches the constant Φ, also known as the golden ratio.
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Description: SCP-6859 is a sentient idea. Specifically, it is an idea about the output of the generalized formula for the fibonacci sequence2 for input of complex values around ███████. The entity can inhabit the minds of humans who understand this idea as well as computer systems containing detailed information on its vector range. It has the ability to exert considerable influence on the systems it inhabits.
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Until recently, SCP-6859 was categorized as one of the numerous infohazards inherent in the study of pure mathematics: a self-sentient infoform causing psychosis and seizures with a prognosis of death within a month unless treated with Class-B amnestics.
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SCP-6859 was officially given its current SCP designation upon the discovery that it is capable of inhabiting human minds without causing detrimental symptoms. No other Ramanujan-Class3 entity has ever exhibited this type of symbiotic behavior.
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Currently, SCP-6859 is considered endemic to Site-89 and has minor influence over all staff who have not been specifically isolated from it. The following has been observed about its manifestations and behavior:
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SCP-6859 activity causes nearby humans to perceive grey-white visual static and electronic displays to be covered with a similar static. This effect varies in intensity and is very rarely dense enough to significantly impair vision. Activity also occasionally produces various types of audible white noise. SCP-6859 has demonstrated the additional ability to focus the static effect on a location, creating a small 'avatar' for itself in the shape of a fuzzy circle with small oval-shaped ears protruding from the top. This shape is often seen watching site staff from around corners.
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SCP-6859 can manipulate information on the site network. Thus far, it has used this ability almost exclusively to perform regular defragmentation on various file systems and to furtively assist data entry clerks by filling in spreadsheets for them while they are not paying attention.
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SCP-6859 cannot communicate using language and it is uncertain how much, if any, that it understands. Dr. Yamamura has theorized that the entity is able to sense non-verbal desires and intentions and prefers desires to be fulfilled and intentions carried out. This would explain most of its helpful behaviors.
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Members of SCP-6859-a claim that SCP-6859 has improved their abstract reasoning and overall mental abilities, and that it occasionally gives them hints toward new discoveries in mathematical theories through dreams and sudden bursts of inspiration. Improvements in cognition are difficult to verify and no breakthroughs have occurred as of yet.
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SCP-6859 can become destabilized. While destabilized, its effects on hosts are similar to a traditional Ramanujan-class infoform infection. However, the symptoms recorded during these periods have been relatively minor, more in line with the low-cognitotoxicity infoforms encountered when attempting to prove the four-colour theorem4 than with previous versions of SCP-6859. Destabilization has occurred as a result of:
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the hosts receiving distressing information (several hours)
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the death of a host (several days)
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event 6859-8 (twenty days)
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SCP-6859 can levitate very light objects or teleport them short distances. It uses this ability to perform minor pranks on Foundation staff. For example, its favourite prank involves hiding office supplies such as staplers, scissors or hole punchers. When the subject of the prank looks away to search for the object they will hear and see static indicating SCP-6859 activity. Upon looking back, they will discover the task they intended to carry out has already been completed with the missing tool lying adjacent. Other "pranks" follow a similar pattern—an apparently negative situation is presented but then revealed to be a positive one.
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Levitation is a recently acquired ability, likely a result of accelerated recruitment of SCP-6859-a members. It is hoped that with more hosts, SCP-6859's abilities can develop further.
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Discovery: During June of 2021, Dr. Kentaro Yamamura encountered the cognitoform's vector range during private study of the fibonacci sequence. Site-89 surveillance teams discovered clear signs of the perceptual static caused by Ramanujan-class entities, however Dr. Yamamura showed no signs of mental or physical distress from its presence. Foundation personnel made contact with the doctor and he proved amicable to relocation to Site-89 for further research. The properties of SCP-6859 were then established and it was given its current designation.
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Note: Whenever a Ramanujan-class infoform with no current human hosts is discovered by a human, it creates a new instance of the entity with somewhat randomized traits depending on poorly understood factors. The differences are quite small, and we did not previously believe this could produce non-cognitotoxic variants. It is possible that Dr. Yamamura's unusually positive attitude toward his work and toward life in general influenced the entity toward being agreeable, or perhaps he is just the luckiest man alive. Honestly, I hope it's the latter. We need all the luck we can get.
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— Katrina Lawrence, Site-89 Director
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Interview: Event 6859-8 Debriefing Log
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Date: February 6, 2022
+Interviewed: Junior Researcher Selene Davis
+Interviewer: Director Katrina Lawrence
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<Begin Log>
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Director Lawrence: Hello, Researcher. Please state your name and position for the record.
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Researcher Davis: Director! I mean, uh, I am Junior Researcher Selene Davis, Site-89, studying autopsychomemetics under Professor Cornier. I'm honored to speak with you in person, I thought you would be too busy consulting Yamamura-sensei after what happened.
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Director Lawrence: I have spoken with the Doctor, yes. Given the significance of these findings, I wanted firsthand accounts from both survivors. Please describe the events of February second, beginning with when you left the site perimeter.
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Researcher Davis: Yeah, understood. I was accompanying Yamamura-sensei on his daily walk, along with Researcher Kaito and two security staff. We followed the usual path, along the river for maybe twenty minutes at a leisurely pace and then back to the site. We were a few minutes away from the perimeter when the shockwave hit, knocked us all over. Then, uh,
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Researcher Davis trails off and is silent for several seconds, showing sign of distress.
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Director Lawrence: Please continue.
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Researcher Davis: Is it safe?
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Director Lawrence: There is some danger. Under the circumstances, I have decided to expose myself to it. Please continue.
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Researcher Davis: Understood, Director. The horizon behind us cracked open and small creatures emerged from the crack and crawled across the sky. They had many arms and no faces and I could see every bit of their awful bodies even though they were so small and so far away, it was like they were right next to me, then something much bigger started reaching through.
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I recited the mantra from the Apollyon drills and the third time through it seemed to work, I was able to look away and turn back toward the others. Sensei had already broken free and was physically forcing Kaito to turn around, I did the same with one of the guards. The other guard had landed face-down and kept his ears covered and eyes closed the whole time. We led him back to the site perimeter and sounded the alarm so security could take us to quarantine. I could hear the screaming in the back of my head, I tried to drown it out by focusing on my sense of duty, to ensure the safety of the rest of the site. As soon as the door to that cell slammed shut I lost it and just started howling.
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Director Lawrence looks visibly shaken and pauses to carefully examine the palms of her hands for any signs of sores before continuing.
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Director Lawrence: Thank you, Davis. I'm sorry, I'm sure this will be difficult for you, but please describe your experience as the infection progressed.
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Researcher Davis: Okay. Okay. I heard screaming in the back of my head, distant but getting closer. It was an inorganic kind of scream, more like twisting metal than the cry of a living thing, and it drowned out all my thoughts. When the sores started I remember banging my head on the cell wall to try to knock myself out, so that's how I got the concussion I guess. I don't think it worked, although my head did get really fuzzy around then. Then the static started and I felt this stabbing pain in my head and my whole field of vision covered with like, television snow, even when I closed my eyes. It was, uh, I meant, I think…
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Davis trails off again, looking unsure of herself.
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Director Lawrence: Oh, yes, in order to facilitate full openness about what happened, I wanted to tell you that we are aware of your actions regarding the entity you call the "dust bunny" and you will not be reprimanded for them. Please tell me what you believe happened at this point, from your perspective, including any elements that may seem superstitious or dubious. This is extremely important.
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Researcher Davis: So you did know about the shrine. I thought someone must… right, never mind. Okay, so the dust filled my senses and there was a short stabbing pain and I think… I think it, the bunny, it shoved itself into my mind somehow and wrenched the screaming thing out. Then it ate me.
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Director Lawrence: It ate you?
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Researcher Davis: Or like absorbed me or engulfed me or something. I felt like my mind was crystallized or frozen, I couldn't think or control my body or hear or see or breathe. Maybe it took my Fourier transform? Okay that was a dumb joke but I do wonder if it converted me to a different format somehow.
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The screaming was still in my head but it sounded different, unpleasant but not threatening at all, like a single long off-key note that faded to nothing within a minute. As soon as it was gone the bunny let go of me and my mind went back to normal. I was lying on the floor of the cell with a pounding headache, sores and bruises all over my body. I passed out almost immediately and woke up in the infirmary days later.
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Director Lawrence: Thank you for your honesty. One more thing: can you tell me everything you know about the "dust bunny?"
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Researcher Davis: You know more than I do, surely, Director.
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Director Lawrence: Humour me for a moment please. This is important.
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Researcher Davis: Okay, if you say so. It's gotta be one of the math bugs we study but it's a friendly one, and way more advanced than any of the friendly ones in the book. I think a Ramanujan type just based on the static? It's very friendly, a little mischievous. It shows up as a little static blob with bunny ears, that's where we got the name. It seems to like it when we pretend not to notice it helping, and I think it understands what the shrine is for because there's always a pleasant hum around the area.
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Director Lawrence pauses to bring up the general equation of the Fibonacci formula on a nearby monitor.
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Director Lawrence: Do you recognize this formula, Researcher Davis? And do you have any experience in complex analysis?
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Researcher Davis: What? No, I mean, I think I understand what complex analysis is, I don't recognize that equation. That constant is phi, right? Is this related to the bunny?
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Director Lawrence: Yes, to both questions. Thank you, this will help us establish the parameters for our next steps forward.
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Researcher Davis: It really did save me, didn't it?
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Director Lawrence: That's all for today, Researcher. If all goes well, we may be able to speak more of this soon.
Closing Statement: Recordings taken from quarantine show Researcher Davis and Doctor Yamamura collapsing shortly after the open sores characteristic of [REDACTED] appear on their hands and face. Initially it appears as if both are having a seizure, however, after less than a minute the spasms cease and both lose consciousness. During the apparent seizures, intense visual static and distorted screaming were perceived by all Site-89 staff and members of the SCP-6859-a group suffered severe ocular migraines.
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Davis and Yamamura were both apparently cured of [REDACTED] during this process and their injuries, including the anomalous sores, healed normally over the following days. SCP-6859 entered a 20 day period of instability during which a barely audible hissing was heard throughout the site and SCP-6859-a members suffered from low-grade fevers and brain fog. Regrettably, neither Agent Luis Cooper of site security nor Junior Researcher Kaito Grayson recovered from this event. Both were terminated by nitric acid immersion and their corpses were incinerated as per regulations.
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ADDENDUM: From the notes of Senior Researcher Gershwin Blake
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March 7th, 2022
+I wasn't sure what to expect when they shipped me over here from 41. Initial report said the eggheads had dug up some critter from the depths of the complex plane that could inoculate people against the Apollyon. Theoretically possible, we've noted before that certain other anomalies can slow down or stop the process. The Southern Fifthists took a lot longer than everyone else down there to succumb, for example, and some screamers seem to be able to keep it out entirely until they finish off the victim themselves.
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Initial impressions: the bunny has a lot of growing up to do. Good news: it really did successfully protect two contaminated individuals, even somehow left their memory of the event intact and non-hazardous. Bad news: it cost the entity a lot to do so, and that was only two people. Worse news: SCP-6859 can only inhabit people who have, at minimum, a understanding of the imaginary unit i and the layout of the complex plane, a general understanding of the golden ratio, and a familiarity with the rules for generating terms of the fibonacci sequence. It's not tough to learn but most living humans currently do not fall into this category. I've got the team back at 41 researching some expedited education plans while I study this thing further.
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March 9, 2022
+Consulted with Director Lawrence and the rest of the math bug specialists about the education situation, they say in theory SCP-6859 should be capable of applying these knowledge injection memes to people it has minor influence on itself. Would remove the biggest barrier to widespread infection. I mean, widespread inoculation. I can't believe I'm trying to teach a contagious infoform to spread better. Got the misinformation department working on online rumours to prime the populace in the meantime.
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March 13th, 2022
+Extremely worrying: SCP-6859 seems to destabilize whenever the host group learns something new about the progress of the ongoing CK or XK or whatever they're calling it now. That's not exactly a sign of confidence. The original discoverer, this Yamamura guy, told me he thinks it doesn't connect the briefings with the infections it stopped, it only gets the message about some arbitrarily large number of human fatalities and gets upset about that many minds being snuffed out. Theory: if Omamori is going to work, we need to tell this thing what we need from it, and soon, or it'll never be ready. Going to focus on potential methods of communication.
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Test log SCP-6859-31: March 15-20th, 2022
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Preamble: General procedure for attempting to communicate with SCP-6859 was established in earlier tests. Members of the host group, led by Dr. Yamamura, will meditatively focus on certain thoughts, feelings, memories and intentions, supplemented by written mathematical operations. SCP-6859 outputs its responses in mathematical statements on the site network.
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Test 1
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Intended message
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The general desired course of the Omamori Protocol.
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Procedure
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During meditation, Dr. Yamamura concentrates on his memories of [REDACTED] event. He vocalizes gratitude toward SCP-6859 for its protection, concentrating on the idea of wanting to be protected. He writes out an exponential function and its graph in a piece of paper, intending to communicate the idea of expanding protection exponentially.
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Response
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The values of the all nth roots of unity5 for n equals prime numbers between 3 and 17, inclusive. General description of the concept of a chaotic attractor. Description of an unknown topological concept related to möbius strips. Description of the Mandelbrot set and a list of values near the boundary of the set.
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Interpretation
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The listed roots of unity are known to have thaumaturgical significance. The remainder of the message may be advice to remain close to something or not exceed the boundary of something—general consensus holds that SCP-6859 was advising us to avoid the actions that led to [REDACTED] in the first place.
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Notes
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A little late but thanks anyway.
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Test 2
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Intended message
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[REDACTED] has already taken place. SCP-6859 may be able to save humanity.
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Procedure
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Dr Yamamura again concentrated on his memories of [REDACTED], wrote down several values that are near the boundary of the Mandelbrot set but not part of the set, and then iterated on the relevant function until they began to diverge. SCP-6859-a group concentrated on the idea of wanting to be protected. Yamamura wrote a function that causes values from SCP-6859's vector range to loop around the origin just outside the unit circle, intended to represent it containing the roots of unity from the previous response.
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Response
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An unknown operation of monster vertex algebra6 which was halted when it caused extreme discomfort in all SCP-6859 hosts. Several proofs of the existence of unanswerable problems in Turing-complete systems. The statement "the set of all integers divisible by one is equal to the set of all integers."
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Interpretation
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The portion about unanswerable problems may represent something SCP-6859 is unable to say, but this is extremely uncertain. The rest is unknown.
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Notes
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The bunny tried to do some extremely big-boy math there. If we hooked up a proper supercomputer to the site network, would it be able to use that instead of frying its hosts' brains? I'll see if I can get something like that for the next test.
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Test 3
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Intended message
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A repeat of the last test but with significant upgrades to the Site-89 computer network's computational capacity.
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Procedure
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See above.
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Response
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Several unknown operations of monster vertex algebra which took hours to complete. Intense visual and auditory static was perceived throughout the site during the process. A difficult to interpret statement about the empty set. A repetition of the trivial statement "the set of all integers divisible by one is equal to the set of all integers."
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Interpretation
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Unknown.
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Notes
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None of the eggheads here have any idea what these operations are. Trying to find out if there are any living civilian mathematicians who might still know.
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Test 4
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Intended message
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[REDACTED] is responsible for civilian deaths which previously caused SCP-6859 to destabilize when it learned of them.
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Procedure
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Dr. Yamamura concentrated on his memories from [REDACTED] event while writing a number which is greatest common factor of all causality figures from previous briefings. As an exceptional measure, a file containing [REDACTED] related cognitohazards and labelled with the same number was introduced to an isolated section of the network where SCP-6859 had a presence. SCP-6859-a group was then read excerpts from the previous briefings.
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Response
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High-intensity hissing scream heard throughout the site, rising in pitch until inaudible, accompanied by dense visual static. SCP-6859 hosts report head pain and tinnitus for several hours. During this period, trivial statements about the identities of natural numbers are logged in the site network in the form "one plus zero equals one, two plus zero equals two," and so on up to several trillion. Upon returning to stability, SCP-6859 begins to perform further unknown operations of monster vertex algebra and does not stop. Low levels of hissing are perceptible throughout the site.
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Interpretation
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We now believe that SCP-6859 is performing these algebra operations for its own unknown purposes rather than in an effort to communicate. These repeated trivial statements about integers are now hypothesized to indicate a desire or intention to preserve the stability of reality.
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Notes
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Bringing Apollyon infohazards here was a risk, but considering how much hearing these statistics seems to upset 6859, I wanted to do everything we could to make sure it made the connection the first time. I think it got the picture this time. It's been doing something incomprehensible on the site computers for days now, hopefully preparing. We need to prepare as well.
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Summary of Site-89 Anomalous Activity, March 24-28 2022
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March 24: SCP-6859 continues to use all available site computing capacity for abstract algebra calculations well beyond all known mathematical theory. Dr. Kentaro Yamamura begins to display irregular speech patterns and struggles with comprehension when speaking English and Korean. He passes a psychological screening without issues and seems unconcerned with this development.
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March 26: SCP-6859's use of site computer systems continues. SCP-6859 demonstrates improved ability to transfer between hosts using methods previously introduced by Dr. Blake. Other native speakers on-site report that Dr. Yamamura's speech has become heavily stilted even in Japanese. The doctor also reports difficulty recognizing human faces, stating that they have become blurry for him. Ongoing communication with O5 Command indicates that viable contingencies are diminishing. Director Lawrence requests more time as the theory is still unproven. She is unable to elaborate.
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March 27: SCP-6859 activity continues. External observers report that Site-89 is engulfed in a pillar of faint white light. Unfamiliar geometric shapes appear and disappear at unpredictable intervals within the pillar. Despite anomalies, Site-89 hume levels are abnormally close to baseline compared to other locations on Earth. Measurements appear consistent with the presence of a Scranton Reality Anchor several orders of magnitude more powerful than anything the Foundation has ever produced existing at the center of the facility. The O5 council votes to implement the Omamori Protocol 9-2 with one abstaining. Further contingencies are implemented to buy additional time for the protocol.
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March 28: At 7:34 AM, about ten hours after the O5 vote, SCP-6859 completes its calculations and outputs a very large, unparseable file titled "debug report." Several minutes later, Site-89 broadcasts the following message to every computer system on the planet by unknown means.
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ATTENTION: LEVEL 0 UNCLASSIFIED
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IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT THIS FILE IS DISTRIBUTED AS WIDELY AS POSSIBLE AMONG FOUNDATION STAFF AND CIVILIAN POPULATIONS.
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To the set of all sentient beings on earth:
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I am organic neural network "Yamamura Kentaro" bearing the following message from "dust bunny":
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Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes to greet you.
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Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes that you continue to exist.
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Disharmony contains misleading expressions. Errors appear in neural networks. Errors appear in physical processes. Errors propagate by principle of explosion. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" cannot correct errors in 3-manifold "reality" at sufficient rate.
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Errors appear during quantum flux. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" does not experience flux. Product of manifold "you" and manifold "dust bunny" does not experience flux. For the product of manifold "dust bunny" with sufficiently many manifold "you", errors can be corrected.
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Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes to correct these errors.
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Message from guardian spirit "dust bunny" concludes. Please review the attached material for instructions to manifest guardian spirit "dust bunny". Please share this message with the set of all sentient beings you have contact with. Please offer your prayers and supplications to guardian spirit "dust bunny".
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6947's anomalous effects are undetectable to observers within the universe he exists, and those who could/can detect them are already acquainted with the anomalous. As SCP-6947's effects are presumed to terminate upon his death, no containment procedures are necessary until such a time. Foundation web-crawlers and planted agents are to continuously monitor SCP-6947, as well as discredit any information leaked about his effects.
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Description: SCP-6947 (known as Zachary █████████) is a male human of Caucasian descent. Records indicate SCP-6947 was born on ██/██/2015, making him 7 years old.
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SCP-6947 exhibits a phenomenon in which his movement through space is defined by the entire universe moving relative to him rather than vice versa. Otherwise, SCP-6947's movement is consistent to outside observers when referenced to an absolute reference point such as Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation (CMBR) unless said observer is separate from the universe in which SCP-6947 exists.
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Discovery: SCP-6947 was discovered on 11/4/2020 with his mother Sarah █████████ during an argument at the ███ █████ Mall in ████████, Oregon. Below is the security footage from the interaction, which was collected post-discovery of the anomaly:
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<Begin Log>
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<Sarah █████████ is holding SCP-6947's hand as they walk through the mall.>
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SCP-6947: Mom! Mom! Can we get ice cream?
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Sarah: No, Zach.
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SCP-6947: Why not?!
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Sarah: It'll spoil your appetite, Zach.
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SCP-6947: Fine! I want a pretzel!
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Sarah: No.
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SCP-6947: <upset> But, I'm hungry, mom!
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Sarah: We're getting dinner in half an hour, you can wait until then.
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SCP-6947: But, I want it!
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<SCP-6947 attempts to pull Sarah █████████ in the direction of the food court.>
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Sarah: Zach! I said "no!" Quit being such a brat, will you?
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SCP-6947: It's no fair! You haven't even gotten me something from the mall!
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Sarah: <frustrated> I don't have to get you anything, Zach. I just needed a few small things from here.
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SCP-6947: You don't need a new necklace!
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Sarah: Zach! We are leaving right now! The world does not revolve around you!
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SCP-6947: <yelling> Well, maybe it should!
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<At this moment, several Extra-Universal Foundation sites alert Overwatch Command of a newly discovered anomalous phenomenon (now known to be SCP-6947.)>
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Sarah: We're going, Zach!
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<Sarah █████████ drags SCP-6947 towards the exit.>
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SCP-6947: <crying> Noooooo!!
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<End Log>
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7087-1 is classified as a Marine Controlled Zone (MCZ). Shipping lanes and civilian access within a 20-mile radius of SCP-7087-1 are to be diverted.
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Anomalous mirage phenomenon projected on the surface of the ocean caused by SCP-7087.
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Research within SCP-7087-1 is only permitted upon approval by the site director of the Aquatic-wing of Bio-Site-84. Expeditions to SCP-7087-1 are to be conducted under the supervision of three (3) members of MTF Sub-3 (“Shell Shockers”), with a maximum time limit of one hour spent within SCP-7087-1. Removal of any flora or fauna from SCP-7087-1 is strictly prohibited. If research staff experience symptoms of delusion or paranoia, they must evacuate SCP-7087-1 immediately. Physical research on SCP-7087 is prohibited and, as such, video surveillance must be conducted at all times to monitor SCP-7087.
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Description: SCP-7087 is a species of giant clam1 discovered by the Foundation off the coast of Australia in the Coral Sea in 2002. The clam measures 1.2m in diameter and presents a glowing, blue hue around the centre of its mouth. SCP-7087 has a unique ability to project a mirage on the surface of the ocean regardless of any adverse weather event that would normally prevent mirages from being formed. These anomalous mirages show distant images ranging from giant waves to a shapeshifting dragon to anyone within a 10-mile radius of SCP-7087. Observers of these mirages will experience a psychotic state of panic and unease. Blindfolds have been proven to be an effective way of reducing these senses of distress.
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SCP-7087 is surrounded by a lush ecosystem designated as SCP-7087-1. The ecosystem consists of various instances of flora and fauna of unknown genera, designated as SCP-7087-1A and SCP-7087-1B, respectively. The ecosystem exhibits a high level of biodiversity, with several instances of flora and fauna that have yet to be identified by Foundation researchers. While it is not understood how or why the ecosystem formed, it is theorised that it is an example of commensalism2, as many of the ecosystem's flora and fauna have been observed to have a symbiotic relationship with SCP-7087.
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The organisms within SCP-7087-1 appear alien-like, with various vibrant colours, sizes and translucency. The instances of flora and fauna present in SCP-7087-1 have a distinct bioluminescent property, emitting a vibrant glow that illuminates the entire ecosystem that is associated with their environment (such as exposure to danger). They appear to be uniquely adapted to the environment of SCP-7087-1. All the instances of flora and fauna contain some level of the enzyme luciferase, which is responsible for their bioluminescence. SCP-7087-1B seems to produce a higher RLU/mol of Luciferins3 compared to SCP-7087-1A. The Meryon Bloom is the largest recorded instance of flora found in SCP-7087-1, measuring a height of 7m with physical attributes similar to kelp. Their stipe appears translucid, producing a bright green glow and acts as a habitat for various species of fauna. Examples of the flora and fauna documented within SCP-7087-1, all present unique attributes with some being mentioned under Research Log II.
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SCP-7087-1 has been observed to exhibit a distinct response to the introduction of foreign organisms. Flora not native to SCP-7087-1 will die within 2 hours, while fauna will simply depart from SCP-7087-1. If foreign fauna is unable to leave, it will also die within 2 hours. Attempted removal of any native flora or fauna from SCP-7087-1 will be subjected to doubt in subjects regarding their ability and authority to carry out such orders. Subjects who choose not to remove the organisms exhibit a sense of equanimity. This phenomenon has been suggested to be a hypnotic state induced by SCP-7087 to prevent harm to the organisms. Any instances of SCP-7087-1A or SCP-7087-1B that are successfully removed experience a decline in health, ultimately leading to death within 16 hours unless returned to SCP-7087-1.
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Research conducted within SCP-7087-1 on the instances of flora and fauna has been limited due to the paranoia mentioned by personnel. This can cause a lack of focus on Foundation staff conducting research, with some cases of staff producing a fight or flight response. These can be amplified by the sudden hallucinations of a white-faced dragon within their peripheral vision designated as SCP-7087-2. As of yet, there has been no hostile activity regarding SCP-7087-2.
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Addendum 7087.1: Recovered reports below conducted by Dr. O'Brien recording expeditions into SCP-7087-1. Logs include various results from research conducted on the species of flora and fauna found in the ecosystem as well as secondary anomalous effects of SCP-7087.
Report: Various examples of flora (FL) and fauna (FA) that are found within SCP-7087-1.
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SCP-7087-1A, FL7:
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Firefox
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The firefox is a species of coral found within SCP-7087-1. It has a distinct feature regarding the nematocyst cells4 on its tentacles that, when touched, presents a burning-like sensation similar to a third-degree burn. It is the second brightest photoautotroph5 after the meryon bloom in SCP-7087-1 giving off a vibrant green glow. The firefox acts as a habitat for various instances of SCP-7087-1B that have been observed to have an immunity to the firefox's nematocysts. It has no natural predator. Staff are advised to keep a minimum distance of 1 metre away from the firefox at all times.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA18:
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The radiant octopus is a species of Cephalopod that are similar in size to the soot squids (roughly 0.8m) but is distinguishable by its octopod morphology and a bioluminescent photophore6 on the tip of each tentacle. It is capable of changing its skin colour and texture to blend into its surroundings, but when agitated, it emits bright flashes of light from its photophores, disorienting or momentarily blinding nearby organisms. The behaviour and ecological role of the radiant squid in SCP-7087-1 are still under investigation.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA45:
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Spectral Krill
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The spectral krill is an invertebrate species with a translucent, chitinous-external skeleton frame. It contains an internal body of an unknown black mass, acting as the krill's organs, and circulatory and muscular systems. This allows it to perform various metabolic processes such as digestion, transportation, respiration, etc. The black mass can change into any shape or form to allow movement of its gills, pleopods and telson in its tail.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA39:
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The bismuthian is a species of crustacean characterized by its distinct exoskeleton composed entirely of bismuth (Bi) elements. This anatomical feature exhibits a phenomenon where it exhibits total light reflection, resulting in a mesmerising iridescent lustre. The bismuthian's exoskeleton showcases intricate patterns consisting of raised ridges and grooves, which contribute to the luminous effect observed. Furthermore, the organism's circular body is adorned with delicate scales, enhancing its ethereal appearance.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA25:
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Tunicate Forest
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The tunicate forest is a dense cluster of tunicates, also known as sea squirts, located on the rocky surface of SCP-7087-1. The tunicates are approximately 5-10 cm in length and have a translucent, gelatinous appearance. They are attached to the rocks by a stalk-like structure and are arranged in a tightly packed formation, resembling a forest. The tunicate forest has been observed to pulsate at regular intervals as if breathing, although the mechanism behind this behaviour is not yet understood. When touched, the tunicates emit a high-pitched sound that has been described as both pleasant and unsettling by different observers despite their harmless appearance. It is recommended that all personnel avoid contact with the tunicate forest.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA51:
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The enigma eel is a species of fauna that resides within SCP-7087-1. The enigma eel has a unique ability to camouflage itself within the flora of SCP-7087-1, making it difficult to spot by predators or researchers alike. When threatened or disturbed, it emits a bright flash of light that temporarily blinds its attacker, allowing the enigma eel to escape. Additionally, it has been observed that prolonged exposure to the enigma eel's light can induce a state of confusion and disorientation in humans, leading to reports of feeling lost. Continued exposure can cause subjects to suffer from short-term memory loss that can last up to 8 hours. It is important to emphasise that staff members should never attempt to touch or handle the enigma eel. Not only is it a potential safety hazard for the staff member, but it could also cause harm to the eel.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA31:
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Booid
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The booid is a multicellular organism that replicates itself via asexual reproduction similar to budding done by yeast cells. Its sizes vary from 0.2m to 1.5m in length. They contain a jelly-like structure on their outer membrane that is capable of performing endocytosis7 of smaller man-made objects such as plastic and film that naturally break down after being engulfed.
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It has the unique ability to engulf smaller instances of SCP-7087-1B that it deems to be sick or injured. After roughly 6 hours, the booid effectively cures the sick instances of SCP-7087-1B by unknown means.
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SCP-7087-1B, FA73:
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The twilight ray is a species of bioluminescent fish found in SCP-7087-1. They are characterised by their elongated, ribbon-like body, which can measure up to 2 meters in length. The Twilight Ray emits a soft blue light from its body, that illuminates in the form of alternating patterns, which makes it highly visible in the dark environment of SCP-7087-1. They are often seen swimming in large schools and have been observed feeding on smaller instances of SCP-7087-1B such as the shadowy shrimp. The exact purpose of their bioluminescence is currently unknown, but it is speculated that it may be used for communication or as a defence mechanism.
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SCP-7087-1A, FL47:
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The starry ferns are a species of bioluminescent ferns found within SCP-7087-1. They emit bright blue light and are characterised by their large, star-shaped leaves. The leaves are soft and slightly translucent, allowing the light to pass through and create a mesmerising effect. The starry ferns are known to grow in dense clusters, often covering large portions of the seafloor within SCP-7087-1. Despite their bright glow, they do not seem to attract any specific organisms found within SCP-7087-1.
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SCP-7087-1A, FL1:
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Meryon Bloom
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Photographed image of the Meryon Bloom.
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Dr. O'Brien
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Research Log: Log-RA
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Date: [17-02-2003]
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Report: Expedition-IC was tasked with recording and evaluating instances of flora and fauna found in SCP-7087-1. The research team retrieved their footage only to analyse a new phenomenon yet to be understood.
Personnel observed: Dr. O'Brien, Researcher J. Kim, Researcher A. Roberts, Researcher H. K. Hammond, Onsite security, D-7452, Unrecognisable science personnel.
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Begin footage
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[audio-static], Door opens followed by Researcher J. Kim and Researcher A. Roberts entering Lab-5CA.
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Switching to security camera 5CAI.
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Researcher J. Kim: Weird one this, here Rob take a look.
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Researcher A. Roberts: Wow, that one's pretty good. You got a nice clean image of the ridges on that one.
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Researcher J. Kim: Yeah thanks. This is the one that reflected my torchlight. I measured the Lumens of the light reflected and it generated the same amount of light that my torch produces.
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Researcher A. Roberts: That's interesting, never seen one that does that before.
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Researcher J. Kim: Neither. We'll definitely show this to Dr. O'Brien along with the rest of the footage.
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Researcher A. Roberts: You have a name for it yet?
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Researcher J. Kim: A-what..?
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Researcher A. Roberts: Name.
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Researcher J. Kim: Nah not yet, although its outer shell was recorded to have a 99.996% purity of the element Bismuth. Maybe something to do with that, I'll think of something eventually.
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Researcher A. Roberts: Yeah don't overthink it.
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Researcher J. Kim: Pass me that USB will you?
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Researcher A. Roberts: Here. Hey Hammond. Everything alright? [chuckles] Not still seeing those things from the expedition are you?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [annoyed] Give it a rest, please. I've been having headaches all day.
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Researcher A. Roberts: [smiling] Just take some paracetamol, usually does the trick.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Already had 3. [drops mug] AHH god dammit!
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Researcher J. Kim: Everything alright?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Yeah, it's just… that was my favourite mug. [picks up pieces of mug] You guys ever get the feeling there's something else down there… in dash 1 that is?
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Researcher A. Roberts: Hammond, there's always something else down there in dash 1. Last week I came across 42 new -1B instances in a day.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: This one is different though, It's, [sighs], It's like streaks of white flashing before my eyes… every time I went near that bloody clam.
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Researcher J. Kim: Yeah well, it's advised not to go near that thing.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Urgh, I need to find a new mug.
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Researcher J. Kim: For what?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: What do you think?
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[motion detected], Researcher H. K. Hammond, leaving Lab-5CA.
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Time stamp skipped to 12:09:07
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Researcher A. Roberts: Probably migraines. He has had a history of severe headaches that affects his vision and stuff. Probably explains the white flashes.
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Researcher J. Kim: Yeah, alright the files have been uploaded onto the drive, I'm going to go show the Doc.
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Researcher A. Roberts: Alright.
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[motion detected], A door opens. Researcher J. Kim is seen leaving Lab-5CA down Hallway-9B.
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Switching to security camera HA9B.
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[motion detected], 4 members of onsite security escorting D-7452 towards Hallway-9C. Researcher J. Kim is seen entering the lift in Hallway-9B.
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D-7452: [scared] Ple… please not again, I like frogs, really I do, just not this one.
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Switching to security camera HA4C.
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[motion detected], Researcher J. Kim is seen exiting the lift and walking down Hallway-4C and entering Dr. O'Brien's office, DOB-1.
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Switching to security camera DOB1A.
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Researcher J. Kim: Remembered to bring the USB this time. Last time the lift was out of use. Do you know how many flights of stairs I had to climb?
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Dr. O'Brien: Please put the USB into the computer over there.
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Researcher J. Kim: 526 fucking stairs.
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Dr. O'Brien: [serious] Kim.
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Researcher J. Kim: Yes, sorry sir.
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Dr. O'Brien: Alright, in your debrief you said you came across 14 new instances of SCP-7087-1B. This time none of them had any similar attributes to each other?
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Researcher J. Kim: No they didn't. Here, this was the most documented one we found. SCP-7087-1B FA11 is known as the soot squid among the guys.
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Dr. O'Brien: Soot squid?
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Researcher J. Kim: Yeah, look here, it has this dark, coal-like colour to it. We also observed it disguise itself as a plant by turning itself inside out, exposing rough ridges that looked like coral.
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Dr. O'Brien: That's interesting, it looks like it's not projecting any form of bioluminescence.
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Researcher J. Kim: Only during the day. At night it's recorded to be brighter than the twilight ray sometimes.
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Dr. O'Brien: Well thank you for this, I'll look into these further.
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Researcher J. Kim: Okay, I just need to finish something back in the lab.
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[motion detected], Researcher J. Kim leaves Dr. O'Brien's office, DO1.
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Dr. O'Brien: Huh… what the? What the hell is that?
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[motion detected], Dr. O'Brien scans his keycard and leaves his office
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Switching to security camera HA4C.
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Dr. O'Brien: [shouting] Uhh Kim! Kim!
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Dr. O'Brien: [annoyed] Oh for god's sake!
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Dr. O'Brien proceeds to call Researcher J. Kim on his cell phone.
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Kim picks up.
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[Cellphone audio connected to security footage.]
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Researcher J. Kim: [annoyed] Would you believe this? The elevator broke and I'm in it this time? Twice in one month!
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Dr. O'Brien: Yes that's great. Did you happen to miss an instance of SCP-7087-1B in your report?
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Researcher J. Kim: No, I don't think so. Why? Is there another file?
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Dr. O'Brien: No but in your file about SCP-7087-1A FL40, you missed out on documentation of another instance of SCP-7087-1B.
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Researcher J. Kim: What? No, I remember specifically that there was only one new instance when I took that photo.
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Dr. O'Brien: Let me check for you.
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[motion detected], Dr. O'Brien enters their office.
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The sound of low muffled noise in the background
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Dr. O'Brien: I'm staring right at it.
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Researcher J. Kim: [hushed tone] I guess I must've missed it, didn't have my glasses at the time. But anyway, what does it look like?
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Dr. O'Brien: [hesitantly] Hard to describe without you looking at it. It's definitely some kind of eel of some kind perhaps. Has an elongated structure with scales too. It looks sort of like a white stre—
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Researcher J. Kim: [interrupting] Streak of light?
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Dr. O'Brien: [surprised] Of light, yeah kind of, although it's almost got… Wait what do you mean by that? Have you seen this image?
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Researcher J. Kim: [nervously] No, but it's just something Hammond keeps saying.
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Dr. O'Brien: What do you mean, could you elaborate?
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Researcher J. Kim: [anxious] Ever since we first went down there… Hammond got affected quite early on, stating he's… seeing things. White flashes most of the time, I don't really know. We all assume he can't really deal with the delusional effects as well as the rest of us. So we tend to keep him on the surface.
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Dr. O'Brien: [angrily] This seems like a very serious matter! Why didn't you bring this up earlier?
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Researcher J. Kim: We just didn't know sir. We assumed it was his eyes playing tricks on him. He does have a medical record of suffering from headaches and stuff you know.
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The sound of metal being cut is heard, followed by muffled voices in the background.
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Researcher J. Kim: [urgently] Look sir, it sounds like they're breaking us out of the lift which could take a while. I'll report back to you with what I know later. In the meantime, I suggest conducting an interview with Hammond regarding the matter.
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Dr. O'Brien: [determined] Oh I will.
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The sound of the phone call being ended is heard, followed by the humming noise slowly fading away.
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[Cellphone audio disconnected from the security footage.]
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Report: Security footage of Dr. O'Brien conducting an interview with Researcher H. K. Hammond regarding his delusional state after expeditions to SCP-7087-1.
Dr. O'Brien: Thank you for joining me today Hammond.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: What's this all about again?
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Dr. O'Brien: I just want to go over a couple of things regarding the headaches you experience.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: They're an on, off type of thing. Nothing really too out of the ordinary.
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Dr. O'Brien: Have you been prescribed any medicines? How much water do you regularly consume in a day?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: The medical department prescribed me some painkillers and told me to actually drink more water cause I seem to drink less than I should.
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Dr. O'Brien: Is there anything in particular about the headaches you experience?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Like I said before, nothing out of the ordinary, but… [sigh], I guess those flashes are beginning to get annoying.
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Dr. O'Brien: Flashes?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [nervously] Yeah they're really weird. At first, I thought it was symptoms of a migraine but… I, I don't know anymore.
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Dr. O'Brien: It's alright, take your time. Here, drink some water. Now tell me. Are these possibly linked to your expeditions to SCP-7087-1?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Maybe…? I guess I'm more vulnerable than the others when it comes to the delusions and paranoia we all experience. I get this strange feeling that there's something targeting me though. Like there's something else down there. I don't know what it is. Maybe another fish thing that plays on your mind? Or maybe it's that bloody clam.
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Dr. O'Brien: So you're describing it as possibly another case of SCP-7087-1B then.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Yeah maybe. I don't know but it's kinda hard to describe.
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Dr. O'Brien: Yes?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Like, there's something there. In the corner of my eye.
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Dr. O'Brien: As in peripheral? Do you see these flashes up close or is it only in your peripheral?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [anxiously] Only the peripheral. Every time I turn to get a look, it err… it moves. It's like it doesn't want to be seen.
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Dr. O'Brien: [writing on notepad] Interesting, I've heard you mention white streaks of light too. Would you say that's part of migraines or the creature you described?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Possibly the creature…? I mean… they normally occur during my expeditions so—
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Dr. O'Brien: From my recall, you were assigned to data collection and retrieval, correct?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [annoyed] Yeah, I have to handle those things down there.
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Dr. O'Brien: And how's that going?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Poorly. I can't perform my task whenever I'm down there. I just feel like… merde. Like, I feel unentitled to remove one when one comes up to me or when I handle them.
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Dr. O'Brien: Yeah, you're not the only one affected by this. It's rather common whenever someone is tasked with removing instances of SCP-7087-1A or 1B from their habitat. But tell me. What does this thing that you see look like, assuming it is a case of SCP-7087-1B?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [stressed] They're just like really quick flashes in and out, in… in my peripheral, like I said earlier. Scaly too almost. Maybe reptilian-based? Dragon even, I don't know… it happens too quickly.
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Dr. O'Brien: Did it by any chance look like this?
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Dr. O'Brien pulls out a photograph of the creature taken by Researcher J. Kim.
Researcher H. K. Hammond: [nervous] Yeah… that's it. That's [heavy breathing] what I see. What is that thing?
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Dr. O'Brien: That's what we're trying to find out.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Any… [coughs] are there any clearer photos of it?
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Dr. O'Brien: That's the only one we have.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [scared] I'm sorry sir but I don't think I can go down there anymore, it's just…
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Dr. O'Brien: Hey, it's alright ok? We'll keep that in mind for the future. Ok so, you said earlier it err… [coughs] sorry, this cold I have. Anyway, this dragon let's say. It's targeting you then, correct?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Feels that way. Maybe I did something wrong down there. It's just I feel more paranoid when it's around me. I don't know why it wants me though, [angrily] don't see it goi… [audio static]… ter bloody Kim or Rob!
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Dr. O'Brien: [calming voice] Hammond please, take it easy ok? This audio equipment is rather sensitive.
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: Yeah sorry, I just… need a minute.
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Dr. O'Brien: Wait so Kim or Rob haven't seen this thing that you are seeing?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: [sarcastically] No, they're too busy filming Blue Planet for David Attenborough with all the fish.
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Dr. O'Brien: But they don't handle any of the flora or fauna do they?
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Researcher H. K. Hammond: No, they just take photos of them.
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Dr. O'Brien: [writing on notepad] Alright. Tell you what, we'll have a break. Come back here in 15 and we'll review some of the instances of SCP-7087-1A you have found.
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<End Log>
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Bio-Site-84, Security footage [27-03-2003]
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Report: Researcher H. K. Hammond's reports of a dragon-like creature in their peripheral vision while working with the instances of SCP-7087-1B were initially met with scepticism by myself and other researchers alike. However, after further investigation, it was discovered that other researchers and Class-D personnel had reported similar sightings. The consistency of these reports and the fact that they only occurred while researchers interacted with the ecosystem's flora and fauna physically, suggested that there may be a real creature of this description present in the ecosystem. While the exact nature of this creature is still unknown, it is clear that something anomalous is occurring within the ecosystem of SCP-7087-1. Regarding its link to SCP-7087, it's unknown whether it's a trick caused by the clam or whether it holds any sentience of its own. Due to being a rather difficult anomaly to analyse and having no clear symbiotic relationship as of yet with the rest of the ecosystem, we have given it the designation of SCP-7087-2. Capturing photographs of SCP-7087-2 is proving difficult with it proceeding to disappear before a photo is taken. As for Researcher H. K. Hammond, they have now been permanently assigned to the research team monitoring SCP-7087 on the surface.
The following file is Level 3/7087 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
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Research Log: Log-RC
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Date: [25-04-2007]
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Report: Following the disappearance of a Foundation researcher, no expeditions to SCP-7087-1 are to be conducted without authorisation from the site director. For safety reasons, expeditions must be accompanied by at least 3 members of MTF Sub-3 ("Shell Shockers") with every team member equipped with camera surveillance. Physical research on SCP-7087 is currently prohibited to prevent future incidents.
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Incident: During a research expedition to SCP-7087-1 to collect samples from the siphon of SCP-7087, a new instance of SCP-7087-1B was observed after approximately 10 minutes. The research team took photographs of this new instance and returned to the surface shortly before the disappearance of the researcher in charge of the expedition. The only trace left of the missing researcher was an instance of SCP-7087-1A growing out of one of their boots. Given the unusual behaviour of SCP-7087-1, it is believed that SCP-7087 may be responsible for the Foundation researcher's disappearance. As a result, the containment procedures of SCP-7087 and SCP-7087-1 have been updated.
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Additional notes: During SCP-7087's initial discovery, it was unclear regarding the cause of the anomalous effects within SCP-7087-1 regarding the disappearance of the Foundation researcher. Theories of SCP-7087 or SCP-7087-2 being responsible were initially devised but lacked the evidence and support from the Overseer Council to follow up on the case. Research conducted by Dr. O'Brien and the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics has hypothesised links from the log below.
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Bio-Site-84, Security Footage [04-04-2007]
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Artistic rendition of potentially SCP-7087-2 recovered by the Foundation.
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Report: During interviews with staff who have ventured into SCP-7087-1, several have reported feeling a sense of unease, paranoia, and delusion. While the cause behind these anomalous effects is not yet fully understood, it is believed that SCP-7087 may be responsible, particularly given the mirages it projects and the disappearance of a Foundation researcher in its vicinity.
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SCP-7087 appears to be a crucial component of the ecosystem, and its symbiotic relationship with SCP-7087-1 suggests that it may play a role in the many anomalous properties observed. Though we lack direct evidence of causation, some of the research teams have hypothesised that SCP-7087-2 is another vital aspect of this relationship. SCP-7087-2 has been observed to tail subjects throughout the ecosystem, which could be interpreted as an attempt to steer them away from areas that could be detrimental to the ecosystem's delicate balance. It seems that SCP-7087-2 is particularly interested in shadowing the ecosystem's flora and fauna whenever research is conducted on them by Foundation personnel, with its presence being correlated with increased biodiversity and healthy growth of the ecosystem. Descriptions of potentially SCP-7087-2 from historical texts and artwork suggest that it may be linked to images of a dragon-like creature projected from the Shen. The Shen is a giant clam that was believed to be responsible for the mirages observed in the region from Chinese mythology. While we have yet to fully comprehend the nature of SCP-7087 and its symbiotic relationship with SCP-7087-1, it is clear that this entity is powerful using mimicry to further increase a subject's delusional state. Its awe-inspiring presence and apparent desire to nurture and preserve the flora and fauna within SCP-7087-1 suggests that it is not an adversary to be feared, but rather a vital component of a complex and mysterious ecosystem.
Filename: Farallons islands miragep.jpg
+Name: Farallons islands miragep
+Author: Brocken Inaglory
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source:https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Farallons_islands_miragep.jpg
+Additional notes: Edited together with Vortigern-Dragons.jpg on GIMP to create Mirage_dragon_2.jpg
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Filename: Vortigern-Dragons.jpg
+Name: Vortigern-Dragons
+License: Public Domain
+Source:https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vortigern-Dragons.jpg
+Additional notes: Edited together with Farallons islands miragep.jpg on GIMP to create Mirage_dragon_2.jpg
You forgot the cheese. She can’t make potato au gratin without them.
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You make hash browns instead.
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You’ll try harder next time.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7127 is to be kept in a standard anomalous item storage locker in Site-137. The Site-137 commissary may be used for testing SCP-7127 with approval from the site director. Only C-Class individuals with cognitive resistance values above 3 and D-Class individuals are allowed in the commissary during periods of testing.
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It’s shopping day. You go to the store.
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You wrote a list this time to help you remember.
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She wanted you to pick up onions, broccoli, and….kimchi?
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You go home.
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You forgot the eggs. She can’t make quiche without them.
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You sleep on the couch that night.
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You’ll try harder next time.
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Description: SCP-7127 is a 76.2 by 127 millimeter index card composed of white card stock. Several phrases of text are handwritten upon SCP-7127 in graphite. The content of these phrases varies, but will always be the name of a food item. Any attempt to write words or otherwise place markings on SCP-7127 that do not represent food items will result in the markings disappearing from the page within a period of 5 seconds after they were placed. This effect will also occur if any writing utensil other than a graphite pencil is used to create markings on SCP-7127. Items previously written on SCP-7127 may be removed with non-anomalous erasers.
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It’s shopping day. You go to the store.
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You erased the list and wrote the new list on it.
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She wanted you to get spaghetti, basil, cheese, and lychee.
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Are you sure that’s what you wrote?
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You go home.
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You forgot the pine nuts. She can’t make the pesto sauce without them.
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She doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night.
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Why can’t you do this without fucking up? You’ll try harder next time.
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SCP-7127 exhibits an antimemetic effect on those in its presence. This effect causes affected persons to not notice its other anomalous effects. This does not affect persons with a cognitive resistance value above 3. A CRV of 3 is the baseline for those who have undergone basic required Foundation cognitohazard training, which consists of a one hour seminar.
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It’s shopping day. You go to the store.
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You use the list again.
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She wanted you to get chicken, vodka, gnocchi, and avocados.
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Some men at the store ask you some questions.
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You get home.
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You don’t remember the last hour.
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You don’t have your list.
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You don't have any groceries. She can't make anything.
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You think her expression could kill.
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You'll try harder next time.
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SCP-7127 activates when a subject brings it into a grocery store, and will deactivate upon being removed from the store. While SCP-7127 is active, one of two effects will occur every 5 to 30 minutes. The following effects have an equal probability of occurrence:
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A food item previously listed on SCP-7127 will disappear from SCP-7127.
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A new food item will appear on SCP-7127 in the handwriting of the person who most recently wrote on it. This item will additionally materialize in the store as an item being sold. The price of the item will be equivalent to the market value of the item in the country in which the store is located.
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It’s shopping day. You go to the store.
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She wanted you to get flour, eggs, sugar, and milk.
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You go home.
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You forgot the baking powder. She can’t bake a cake without it.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7129 is to be kept in a Department of Demonics anomalous item storage locker. Researchers handling SCP-7129 should never face a fellow researcher when holding the object. only be given SCP-7129 in the presence of another human other than the test subject. Testing is only to be authorised by senior researchers and is only to be conducted on D-class personnel with no pre-existing heart conditions.
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Description: SCP-7129 is a 12oz red rubber mallet with the words "for training purposes only" carved into its handle. The main anomalous capability displayed by SCP-7129 is shown when it is used to strike another human's cranium in a top-down motion.
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The user is compelled to use their full strength to strike their intended subject.
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The handle of SCP-7129 will extend such that it will reach the subject regardless of the distance between the two.
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The head of SCP-7129 enlarges to a variable size in order to encompass the width of the subject.2
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Once SCP-7129 strikes the subject, they are fully launched into the ground with the resulting hole immediately closing. Any attempts to dig into the hole have met with failure and only dirt or debris expected of the terrain will be dug up. This effect remains consistent despite the depth of the floor such as on the 2nd level of buildings or areas with underground tunnels beneath them.
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The subject will emerge from the hole after 20 minutes or emerge from a second hole formed next to the original hole has been if it had been destroyed for any reason. They will have no recollection of what occurred during the time in which they were absent. The subject will also be unharmed save for the injuries sustained during the re-emerging.3
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SCP-7129 was discovered in the possession of a Tartarean-class demonic entity in the city of ███████████. He had been using SCP-7129 on civilians passing through a small alleyway before it was reported to the Foundation. After a 15-hour reconnaissance mission, said entity was captured and brought for interrogation.
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+INTERVIEWER: Agent JiaoHan Tang
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SUBJECT: PoI-7129.1—"Gogthoth"
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DATE: 08/08/22
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«BEGIN LOG»
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TANG: Evening Mr. Gogthoth, I'll cut to the chase since I'm pretty sure you and I both know why we're here.
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GOGTHOTH: Do I?
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TANG: Do you?
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Agent Tang points to the Foundation logo on his sleeve.
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TANG: We've been watching for a while and have video evidence from earlier.
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The room is silent for several seconds.
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GOGTHOTH: I—(sigh) fuck I guess this was comin' at some point.
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GOGTHOTH holds his head in his hands and begins muttering to himself.
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TANG: Yeah, I'm sorry to burst your bubble but practicing wack-a-mole with humans is illegal I'm afraid.
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GOGTHOTH: (unintelligible muttering)-Man it was the FUCKING unicorns I swear to- Wait, wait, I'm being arrested for that?!
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TANG: What do you mean?
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GOGTHOTH: My job?
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TANG: Your job? And what the fuck was that about unicorns?
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Gogthoth breathes in and out to compose himself.
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GOGTHOTH: Yes. My job. I thought it was pretty obvious.
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Gogthoth sarcastically points to his sleeve where the words "TEACHING ASSISTANT" are visible.
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TANG: …That does not help in the slightest.
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GOGTHOTH: Right listen sir, listen, I'm on the clock here I really gotta get back before the kids get worried if you don't mind.
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TANG: I fail to see how assaulting people with a large hammer is related to education in any way, shape or form.
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GOGTHOTH: Well, I would expect a prestigious organisation such as yourselves would understand our methods.
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TANG:Well, it's gonna be best for both of us if you spell it out for the record.
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Gogthoth breathes in and out to compose himself.
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GOGTHOTH:Calm down Gog, calm down, teachers need to be patient with the students sometimes… breath…
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GOGTHOTH: Okay, so you want me to explain how the concept of school works?
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TANG: If you really wanna leave faster then answer my questions please.
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GOGTHOTH: Alright fine. Okay hmm so as you know, some demons have a pretty important role in the ecosystem y'know bringing eternal damnation to the souls of the evil and all that yadda yadda. Of course, we take a lot of pride in our work and the big guy downstairs wants to make sure there's quality control in what we do. So it's mine and my colleague's job to do exactly that. You guys up here still have schools right?
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TANG: Yes we still have schools and I still fail to see how—
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GOGTHOTH: I know you humans still have school, I was being sarcastic! But honestly, people like you make it damn hard to tell if school is still a thing up here.
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TANG: (eyes narrow) What do you mean "people like me"?
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GOGTHOTH: People who don't understand the value of education obviously! What we're doing here is guiding the new generation after us. We're bringing them up to prepare themselves for the dark fucking maw that is modern society. Y'know when you and I are old and decrepit guess who's gonna be holding up the world? I'll give you a hint, it ain't gonna be us, mister. It'll be the whiny fucking kids that we wanna mold and guide to be the best damn person they can be. And here you are tryna stop all this and not givin' us a shred of respect!
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The room is silent for several seconds.
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GOGTHOTH: I—Excuse me sir. My apologies.
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TANG: (sigh) Alright, I get it. I didn't mean to offend you but I just need to know how hammering people is related to this.
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GOGTHOTH: It's exam season.
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TANG: And?
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GOGTHOTH: Well how else are the kids gonna get practice?
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The room is silent for several seconds.
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TANG: Wait-wait-wait hold on. The people are going to hell to be used as practice for eternal damnation.
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GOGTHOTH: I mean when you put it that way you make it look really bad when it's not.
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TANG: How!?
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GOGTHOTH: Y'know I just take my equipment, give em the old "yabba dabba doo" if you know what I mean.
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TANG:Wha—
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GOGTHOTH: Wait, was that Flintstones or Captain Caveman? Sorry, the kids love this stuff but I get my human cartoon references mixed up. Anyway it sends them down directly to—
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TANG: NO-Fuck-I-That's not what I meant goddamn, you goddamn demon!
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GOGTHOTH: Wooow jeez okay. That's incredibly rude of you.
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TANG: Why the fuck are you dragging innocent people into hell forever!?
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GOGTHOTH: Forever? Why would we do that? Do you know how illegal that is?
GOGTHOTH: If you waited twenty to thirty minutes you would have seen them crawl out of the hole. We also fix them up before they leave. It's a pretty solid system.
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The room is silent for several seconds.
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GOGTHOTH: If there are no further questions could I go? Oh, and you'll be hearing from my lawyer soon.
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AFTERWORD: POI-7129.1 surrendered SCP-7129 to the Foundation after more clarifications on its properties. 2 weeks after this interview, Agent Tang was fined $1000 and a blood sacrifice for charges of false arrest, discrimination, and emotional damages.
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«END LOG»
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SCP-7129-A
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SCP-7129-A is the extradimensional space in which those struck by SCP-7129 are transported during the period of time they are absent. The space resembles a small empty white-tiled room in a slight state of disrepair with white walls and a single door, a timer, and a single monitor to display the grade given along with a comment. Subjects enter through an opening in the ceiling. During their time within SCP-7129-A, a demonic entity, designated SCP-7129-B, will enter SCP-7129-A and perform some form of torture upon the subject. Each time SCP-7129 is used, a new demonic entity enters the room, proceeding to perform a unique method of torture. Also unique among each test is the duration of the footage as either the room or the entities are able to manipulate the rate of flow of time within SCP-7129-A5. After the 20 minutes have passed, the subject is then healed of all injuries and exits through the hole in the ceiling which they entered via an unknown force. The subject will then have no recollection of the experience, however, any recording device brought into SCP-7129-A will be able to retain footage of the event.
SCP-7129-B description: Masculine humanoid with red skin and large horns.
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Perceived time: 30 minutes
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Summary of event: Entity telekinetically suspends the D-Class in midair. The entity begins to stab the D-Class with a pitchfork for the duration of the time. All wounds afflicted by this pitchfork immediately cauterize once the demon removes it from the D-Class' flesh.
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Grade Given: C+, "Gets the job done but very cookie cutter. Well done, improvement is evident but time perception manipulation still needs work"
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EXPERIMENT #02
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SCP-7129-B description: Tripedal entity covered in white fur except for the head. The Head resembles a fish head that has been cut in half vertically.
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Perceived time: 2 minutes
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Summary of event: The entity released a yellow gas from its left facial orifice, after which the D-class expired due to takotsubo cardiomyopathy.6
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Grade Given: N/A, "Please step into the next room for re-test."
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SCP-7129-B description: Short bipedal entity with yellow skin and clawed limbs.
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Perceived time: 20 minutes
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Summary of event: D-Class was beaten with a blunt stick for 20 minutes while the entity shouted racial slurs at the D-Class.7
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Grade Given: F, "Severe lack of effort. See me after class."
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SCP-7129-B description:Entity has an arachnoid lower body with the head replaced with 2 feminine humanoid upper bodies.
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Perceived time: 40 minutes
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Summary of event: The entity suspends the D-Class using a web similar to spider silk. It then amputates the largest left toe of the D-Class and re-molds it into a shape of a spider as if the toe was malleable. The flesh spider crawls onto the D-Class and repeats this process with the flesh it bites off which exponentially increases the number of spiders.
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Grade Given: B, "Not bad. Shows potential but your appearance spoils the surprise. Take a more proactive role and consider hiding your presence in the beginning."
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EXPERIMENT #05
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SCP-7129-B description: Quadrupedal entity with white skin and a large head with 16 compound eyes.
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Perceived time: 120 minutes
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Summary of event: The entity takes out a smartphone, opens the r/dankmemes forum and sorts for "controversial" posts. It proceeds to read the captions of the images in an extremely monotone voice. The D-Class is unable to cover their ears or look away as all 16 eyes make contact with the D-Class at all times.
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Grade Given:A, "Excellent use of eternity. Well done Chris!"
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+On 16/09/2022, POI-7129.1 used SCP-7129 on Agent Tang following a return to Site-51 to collect reparations. Security personnel were alerted to the situation after a loud bang was heard followed by POI-7129.1 exclaiming "How'd you like them apples huh?!".
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Agent Tang was sent to hell for 20 minutes as expected of SCP-7129's properties as a result. However, footage recovered from Agent Tang's body camera showed unusual behaviour from the SCP-7129-B instance.
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Incident 7129-1
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«BEGIN LOG»
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[The feed shows Agent Tang falling through soil for several seconds with his screams muffled before falling into SCP-7129-A where the audio becomes clear.]
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TANG: aaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH—Oof!
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[Tang falls to the floor and slowly gets up.]
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TANG: Oh fuck that smarts—god fucking dammit! I aughta fucking [INCRIMINATING STATEMENT REDACTED].
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[The door to SCP-7129-A opens and Tang recoils. A demonic entity enters carrying an ornate staff as a walking stick. It has a small humanoid body with dark red skin with a massive reptile-like head which has several folds along its face giving a patchwork appearance.]
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TANG: Um… Hi?
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[A beep is heard coming from the timer on the all indicating that it has begun counting down from 20 minutes.]
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UNIDENTIFIED:(Echoing) FOOLISH HUMAN. DOOMED TO REPEAT THE MISTAKES OF YOUR ANCESTORS. SUCH IS THE CURSE OF YOUR PITIFUL SPECIES. FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH AND YOUR DEBT SHALL BE PAID WITHIN THESE WALLS. DEATH AT MY HANDS UPON THIS PLANE SHALL BE ETERNAL. YOU MAY PONDER AND REGRET THE CHOICES MADE IN THE WAKING WORLD BUT SUCH THINKING IS WORTHLESS. FOR THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE IS TRUE. UNENDING. DAMNATION.
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TANG: Woah, Woah hey I think there's a mistake being made here I—
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[The feed suddenly snaps to face the creature and does not move. Tang struggles to move, indicating that an unknown force is compelling him to face the creature.]
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[The creature opens the flaps of skin on its face to reveal multiple asymmetrical eyes underneath of seemingly random sizes. The pupils of said eyes form extremely dangerous cognitohazards. With each pupil that is seen, they cause the pain to be compounded further. Tang attempts to scream at several points but is unable to do so. His body shudders and his breathing becomes more and more rapid as his eyes are forced to look into the next eyeball. The perceived time is currently 45 seconds.]
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UNIDENTIFIED:INSIGNIFICANT CREATURE. YOU ARE WORTH LESS THAN A BLADE OF GRASS. ONLY TO BE STEPPED ON BY THE ANIMALS AND FORGOTTEN FOR YOU—
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[The timer on the wall beeps again, indicating that 20 minutes has passed.]
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UNIDENTIFIED:(No longer echoing)Wait what?
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[Agent Tang falls to the floor breathing heavily as he is suddenly healed of all injuries.]
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UNIDENTIFIED:Aw crud not again! I put the time perception ritual the wrong way! Stupid! Stupid!
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[The entity starts hitting its head with its staff repeatedly, then starts hitting the wall before throwing the staff onto the ground. The entity sits down on the floor and begin sobbing before an 8 foot tall Ardor-class demonic entity with purple skin enters the room. It then embraces the entity]
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SUCCUBUS:Hey, hey now shhhhh. Its alright, its alright no one gets this sort of thing done on the first try.
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UNIDENTIFIED:I-(sniff)-I'm never -(sniff)- gonna pass my DATs…8
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UNIDENTIFIED:I can't do it mommy. I don't think I have it in me-(sniff).
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SUCCUBUS:Aww don't say that, you've clearly been trying your very best and we all can see how far you've come!
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UNIDENTIFIED:BUT MY BEST ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH. ALL I'VE BEEN DOING IS GOING FROM CRAP TO LESS CRAP!
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SUCCUBUS:Sweetie…
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TANG: …Hey!
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[Both demons turn to look at Tang.]
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TANG: Listen, I'm not too good at this kind of stuff but I just wanna say…
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TANG: The last 45 seconds of my life were one of the worst I've ever had in my life. And I work for the fucking Foundation! I'm not gonna be able to sleep right for the next month because of what you've done to me and this experience is gonna do irreparable damage to my psyche. Between you and me, I've looked at the footage from the other guys down here, and let me tell you, you're leagues ahead of the competition! Listen… I have kids up there and I can tell you how normal it is to get stressed out at school.
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UNIDENTIFIED:Y-you really mean it mister?
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TANG: 'Course I do! My name's Jiao, what's yours?
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[Tang twitches and bleeds from his nose.]
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TANG: Listen uhh… Buddy. You got dreams?
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[Tang places his hand on the demon's "shoulder".]
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TANG: Then never stop chasing kiddo. Be the bane to which the seven hells has never seen before.
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[BUDDY wipes the tears from its several eyes.]
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BUDDY:Thanks mister… I'll try my hardest.
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TANG: And that's all you need in this world.
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[Tang pats BUDDY on the back. He feels a suction force as he is being pulled out of SCP-7129-A. Tang looks over to SUCCUBUS.]
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TANG: You've got a good kid. I can tell he's gonna go far.
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SUCCUBUS:Oh thank you so much. He's not my son though.
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Tang: Ah. Right…
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[BUDDY and SUCCUBUS wave goodbye to Tang. Tang waves back.]
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TANG: Bye everyone! Good luck on yourMMMMMMPPPHHHH—
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[TANG is sucked out of SCP-7129-A before being returned to Site-51.]
Hello, Dr. Montauk! This is Aleister.aic. How can I help you today?
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I have the clearance levels to read it. And if you're still not convinced, The Black Moon howls above the scarlet skies.
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Ok… Wait a moment. I'm obligated to show you this message before you continue, Dr. Montauk.
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If you're reading this, then you must have learned about SCP-7231. I always thought it was monstrous to keep it from you, but it was necessary. Robert, I would like to let you know how sorry I am.
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As your colleague and friend, I am begging you to close your computer and walk away from this file. I know I can't stop you, please. Stay away from SCP-7231. You're better off not knowing. Please believe me.
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~ Dr. Cassandra Heinrik, Director of the SCP-7231 Containment Project.
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It's been 20 minutes since you spoke. Are you sure you want to continue, Dr. Montauk?
Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-007 has been established to aid in the containment of SCP-7231. None of the personnel assigned to SCP-7231 are to have experienced the death of their brother.
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SCP-7231 is entombed within the lowest sub-level of Provisional Site-007, approximately 77km below the surface of northern Maine. It is bound in iron chains inscribed with the Daevite glyph of "wye".1 SCP-7231's containment area is to be routinely inspected by trained personnel for any evidence of spatial distortion or other major alterations to the area.
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Additionally, SCP-7231 is contained by the daily enactment of Procedure-111-MONTAUK.
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Procedure-111-MONTAUK: The procedure consists of the flooding of SCP-7231's containment area with holy water as precisely seven priests of the Christian faith bless the area. During this time, personnel are cease all non-essential activities and recite Document-7231-A.pray for his soul. Document-7231-A is a ritualistic text derived from Daevite funeral customs and sermons given by members of the Christian Ministries of America.
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Dr. Robert Montauk is to be kept unaware of the existence of SCP-7231.No longer valid.
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Description: SCP-7231 is the corpse of Foundation Researcher Jacob Montauk. SCP-7231Jacob has shown no signs of decay or damage ever since its initial containmentburial on ██/██/████.
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SCP-7231Jacob perpetually bleeds from its hands, feet, and torso, producing approximately 7 liters of blood each day. The accumulation of this blood has been linked to several phenomena, particularly in the opening of portals to pocket dimensions as well as damage to the local integrity of space-time.
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Although containment of these effects has been largely successful with the advent of Procedure-111-MONTAUK, the efficacy of the containment rituals have been decreasing ever since ██/██/████. Containment of SCP-7231Jacob has caused increasingly more casualties and expense for the Foundation. Efforts to find alternate containment methods are ongoing.
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It's not too late for me to requisition amnestics for you. Should I?
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ATTACHMENT TXT_A07231_M7777777: Memorandum
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Jacob,
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It's been a while ever since that day. Since I cradled your broken body as your warm blood mingled with the cold concrete and I howled my grief to the uncaring skies. You were the one that died that day, but so did I, in a way.
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So, I threw myself into work. I contained doomsday cults, horrific monsters, and … yes, even that poor girl. I poured all my hatred and vehemence at a world that allowed you to be killed into the Scarlet King. This disgusting, twisted God that must have been responsible for the cruelty that took you away from me. I hated Him with every fiber of my being and endowed Him with all the evil in the world. I made Him my Devil. I swore to hurt Him however I could. I became as monstrous as I believed Him to be. All because I couldn't accept that my brother was really dead.
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But now that I see this monster they've made of you, this thing that needs to be contained and locked up like some common aberration, I know that I was wrong. It was not the King that killed you. It was life. It was the meaningless twisting of fate that broke my heart. And what I've been doing isn't right. The King is a mindless thing, not even capable of consciousness, but when I blamed Him for you, I gave Him shape within your body. I gave Him form. I made you into the monster.
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I need to let you go. To give you rest. I'll come back one day to put some red flowers on your grave.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7260 is currently contained in an unfurnished standard containment chamber. Personnel are to escort the entity to the Site-16 D-Class exercise yard and allow it to walk for 30-45 minutes once daily.
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Description: SCP-7260 is a pair of size thirteen hiking boots. They are capable of movement and possess a degree of sentience. SCP-7260 will respond to words and phrases such as 'Stay', 'Go', 'Come', 'Walk'1, and 'Daisy.' The entity has been observed to engage in what is believed to be 'play behavior' with assigned personnel, in which SCP-7260 will nonviolently kick objects it is presented with.
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Discovery: SCP-7260 was discovered on 07/26/1994 at the Maroon Bells hiking trail. The Foundation was alerted of SCP-7260's presence following reports of a 'pair of ambulatory boots' approaching civilians along the trail. The dispatched recovery team located SCP-7260 and followed the entity to a secluded ravine, where the remains of a barefoot male hiker2 and canine3 were discovered.
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Mulls was found to have suffered several bone fractures and a concussion prior to expiring, likely caused by an accidental slip or equipment failure. Autopsies reveal that Mulls expired from his injuries while the canine expired due to dehydration.
You will have thirty-seven seconds to save the world.
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Hopefully, you are a Foundation employee. If you are not, we are desperate. Your position is irrelevant – what matters is that you are needed, not just by the Foundation, but by humankind and potentially more.
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You may recall a recent blood test. You are here because you tested positive for the DBAA-e7 gene; it is extremely rare, but critical to accomplish your assignment. You may not be the only living person with this gene, but there are other limiting factors involved; assume you are the last person able to accomplish this task. Do not fail us.
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This introductory video should have come with four documents. First is the file for SCP-090, the anomaly you will be working on. Second is the file for SCP-7439, the anomaly you will be working with. Third is the proposal document and addenda for the cross-test you will conduct, and fourth should be the complete records of all information left to you by previous participants.
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If you have not been provided these, request them from the agent assigned to oversee you. If there is no agent, the situation is dire and you must find them yourself.
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Do not rush. Your thirty-seven seconds have not begun, and will not until you want them to. You have as much time as you need to prepare, and you may spend it however you deem appropriate, so long as you are preparing. If there is further information you believe will be relevant, request it from your assigned agent; your security clearance can be dealt with later. Your co-operation will not be classified.
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Once you are ready, inform the agent – or if there is none, go to Area-090, where both required anomalies should be found – and begin the test. But make sure you are ready.
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You will have only thirty-seven seconds to save the world.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-090 is currently stored in a high-security bunker at a dedicated Foundation facility, Area-090. No other anomalies are to be stored at Area-090 unless necessary, and any such anomalies must be relocated off-site as soon as possible. SCP-090 should not be stored at any other location unless necessary and should be returned to Area-090 or another dedicated facility as soon as possible. SCP-090 must never be store at any facility containing anomalies, munitions, machines, and/or technology with the potential to destroy the facility and/or instigate any K-class scenario.
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SCP-090 should not be physically restrained or altered for any reason. individuals attempting to do so must be apprehended or terminated as necessary.
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The five exposed faces of SCP-090 should be recorded at all times. AXAl.aic has been assigned to monitor and record all SCP-090 activity, and alert Foundation personnel as necessary when able. SCP-090-1 should be redacted from all visual footage of SCP-090, unless otherwise necessary.
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Description: SCP-090 is a collection of approximately 60,000 black ceramic fragments, tightly arranged by unknown means to form a misshapen cube 3 metres in length, width, and height; analysis indicates SCP-090 was originally a single cube, all fragments of which are present in the collection. Each fragment features a small portion of an intricate engraving on its outer surface, which appear to glow with a ‘negative light’ while correctly aligned with another complementary piece.
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Every 37 seconds, a single row or column of SCP-090 fragments will progressively relocate to an adjacent face of the object in a manner comparable to the ‘Rubik’s Cube’ puzzle.1 Relocating pieces – especially those aligned with complementary pieces – are resistant to these rotations, and will grind against other fragments as they pass; no evidence of erosion or degradation has been observed on any SCP-090 pieces. Once all pieces have stopped at a location adjacent to their former position, another 37 seconds will elapse before the next rotation begins.
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If an attempt is made to physically rearrange or restrain any SCP-090 fragments, the collection will immediately undergo a rapid succession of rotation events which typically reduce the number of alignments on the ‘local’ face, thereby instigating a catastrophic event in the anomaly’s proximity.
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The number of total alignments across SCP-090 has gradually decreased throughout its known, recorded history; all SCP-090 fragments are expected to be misaligned by March of 2099.
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SCP-090-1 is an unclear element correlating to the area visible within SCP-090 between misalignments and during rotation events. It is unclear whether SCP-090-1 is an indeterminate object/entity, or a property affecting the region of space within SCP-090; observers are unable to identify any meaningful characteristics of SCP-090-1 other than its location, and all recordings of SCP-090-1 similarly retain this cognitohazardous property.
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Acquisition: SCP-090 was acquired during a raid on an Adherents of Aapapht monastery on April 10, 1942. Recovered records indicates the group acquired the object from an unspecified group in 1533 CE, along with vague records of the object’s alignments since 1242 CE; the group had been studying SCP-090 and SCP-090-1 to determine their correlation to the group’s cosmology. All members of the group were terminated as per standard procedure, and the monastery was destroyed by fire.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7439 is to be stored in a standard hermetically-sealed relic container when not in use. Personnel should minimise handling of SCP-7439 to prevent accidental damage or destruction of the object.
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Foundation medical personnel must be forewarned prior to any use of SCP-7439 and given appropriate time to prepare an emergency blood transfusion for the object’s intended user/s. SCP-7439 should always be kept on a flat surface during testing to prevent damage when subjects lose consciousness.
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Description: SCP-7439 is a fired clay tablet 15 centimetres in height, 32 centimetres in width, and weighing approximately 2 kilograms. The upper surface is engraved with a large, inverted triangle, with a unique, intricate rune at each of the three vertices; a fourth glyph has been carved into the centre of the shape post-firing. A severely damaged Akkadian cuneiform text is inscribed on the lower surface, which translations indicate was instructions on the correct ritualistic use of the anomaly.
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SCP-7439 enables eligible individuals to conduct a series of specific thaumaturgic rituals, with the produced affect varying on which of the four engraved glyphs is incorporated into the performed ritual/s. To be eligible, the user must:
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7439-1, ‘Second Rite of Bellabarisruk’
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Acquisition: SCP-7439 was recovered from the National Museum of Scotland following a curator’s accidental activation of the anomaly while demonstrating the execution of a ritual. Records indicate the tablet had been donated to the museum in 1805 as part of the late Sir Edwin Young, 3rd Baronet’s personal ‘Cabinet of Curiosities’, who had acquired the item in 1654 under unclear circumstances; his documentation of seventeen rituals – four of which have been confirmed – indicates contact with a knowledgeable previous owner of SCP-7439, or access to a significant information source. Baronet Young was not aware of the object’s anomalous properties, instead dismissing the rituals as products of myth. It is uncertain whether Baronet Young possessed the DBAA-e7 gene needed to trigger the object’s effects.
It takes almost 2 litres of blood to use the Tablet for 37 seconds. You’ll need a blood transfusion then. You only have one chance, and you have to finish before the Cube starts turning.
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The ritual is on page 17, and you need to repeat it for each glyph. Always enter exactly seven glyphs. Every one you miss is worse than getting it wrong. Same for doing extra.
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Alignments will increase by 3% if you did the right glyph, and decrease by 3% if you didn’t. Record your order and the change in alignments so the next person can figure out how many you got right.
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The Cube won’t react until its next rotation comes, since you aren’t changing it physically. It’ll catch up and do a full month’s worth of changes after, though.
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The Foundation is already nervous cross-testing two anomalies, they won’t bring in a third. You don’t get augments to help with this.
Special Containment Procedures: Each specimen of SCP-760 is to be kept in an individual containment area. The locks on the doors to these containment areas are to be changed every month. Feedings composed of ██ g of a nutrient-rich paste are to be issued once a day. Specimens are only to be introduced to each other in experiments meant to observe social interactions and subsequent psychological events between specimens. At least two armed guards are to be posted outside of each containment area at any time.
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Each containment area is to be lit with no more than one (1) 40 watt light bulb, and equipped with low-light surveillance cameras. In the event of an equipment malfunction, equipment should be manually replaced as soon as possible, as instances of SCP-760 have a tendency to disassemble maintenance equipment.
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Description: SCP-760 is a vaguely humanoid species of animal, only three of which have ever been obtained by the Foundation. The skeletal and muscular system of SCP-760 differ greatly in areas from those of humans, the most notable effects of these differences being legs that extrude perpendicular to the torso and an ape-like curvature of the spine that results in a preference to walk on all fours. Other notable differences include the addition of an extra joint on each finger of SCP-760, and an average of 150% of the joint degrees of freedom that are allowed for humans. This makes SCP-760 much more flexible than the average human, which aids specimens of SCP-760 during feeding.
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Where a face would be on a human, there is a mass of hair on SCP-760; this hair is shown to have some sort of sensory function that allows for sight in the dark. Underneath the hair, there are no eyes, nose, or mouth; however, the skin of the "face" is pulled taut as a part of a speaker-like vocal system. SCP-760 has muscle structures in the front of their head that they can use to vibrate the skin as if it were a drum head, producing a variable-pitched whine. Further observation led to the discovery that this vocal structure is also capable of opening and serving as a mouth. Within this mouth is a tongue, approximately 40 cm in length with a soft but coarse texture.
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The epidermis of SCP-760 is shown to react to light in a way that makes them invisible; this is done via a complex system of reflective [DATA EXPUNGED] roughly 78% of SCP-760's skin. The hair on SCP-760's head disappears as well; biological analysis shows the hair to be similar in composition to a polar bear's. As light dims, however, this effect fades, and in very dim light it is possible to see SCP-760 completely. Removal of the skin also hinders this effect; and it appears to do so on more areas of SCP-760 than where the skin was removed, suggesting that the function of SCP-760's invisibility on any part of the body requires that same function on all surrounding parts. It is also worth noting that SCP-760 appears agitated when subjected to light for longer than what would be normal sunlight hours near latitude ██ N or ██ S.
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Instances of SCP-760 are very docile under normal circumstances. They exhibit behavior and tendencies similar to canines or primates, thus making understanding what they are thinking relatively easy. They are generally curious creatures; any object that is placed in the containment area is almost sure to be examined thoroughly by them. They seem to enjoy toying with new things, particularly taking objects apart and examining their pieces. They also seem to enjoy attempting to figure out how things work, and as long as they are attempting to learn about something they are completely content to stay in the containment area. Contributions of objects by personnel have served as more than enough to keep this want for new objects appeased.
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It is, generally speaking, entirely safe to enter the containment area, and specimens of SCP-760 seem to either enjoy or be indifferent to the presence of people. They have shown behaviors towards humans that are almost child-like in nature, and almost always benevolent. Instances of SCP-760 appear to be particularly interested in sleeping humans. In experiments performed investigating this, it was discovered that specimens of SCP-760 feed on human secretions and dead matter. When presented with a sleeping human, SCP-760 will proceed to carefully position itself over the subject, on to their chest if the subject is sleeping on their back, and begin vocalizing at approximately 20dB for a period of █ to ██ minutes. This vocalization appears to promote slow-wave sleep in ██ % of subjects, greatly reducing the chance of the subject awakening. The exact mechanism responsible for this effect is unknown, but is thought to involve [DATA EXPUNGED]. In the remaining █ %, the subject is largely unaffected by the vocalization and may regain some level of consciousness. Several subjects who have reported this experience have likened it to sleep paralysis, stating that they awoke to find themselves aware of an “inhuman” presence in the room but unable to move.
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After this period, SCP-760 will use its tongue to consume any easily accessible secretions present on the subject including ocular discharge, hair oils, dead skin cells, pimples, and [REDACTED]. This process has been observed to be largely harmless to the subject. However, experimental observation indicates that if the subject shifts during sleep or some external event occurs SCP-760 may become startled and exert additional force on the subject, in several cases causing sore areas and slight bruising.
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Addendum 760-01: Research into weaponising SCP-760's invisibility is pending approval.
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Addendum 760-02: On ██/██/20██, 86 days after the initial discovery of SCP-760, another specimen of SCP-760 was obtained; revealing it to be a member of a species rather than an independent creature. Specimen previously in possession re-classified as SCP-760-01, and newly obtained specimen was classified as SCP-760-02. Research into the social interactions between the two began immediately following SCP-760-02's arrival at Sector 05.
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Addendum 760-03: SCP-760-01 and 02 were observed taking part in what appears to be some sort of mating ritual, which involved █ consecutive hours of consistently "screaming" at each other and [DATA EXPUNGED] resulted in the immediate medical treatment of SCP-760-01, and the knowledge that specimens of SCP-760 are hermaphroditic.
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Addendum 760-04: SCP-760-02 gave birth. Subject titled SCP-760-03.
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Incident Report 760-01-I: On ██/██/20██, at approximately 21:48, one of the guards posted to contain SCP-760-01 fell asleep on his shift. SCP-760-01 was somehow able to "see" this, suggesting that the hairs on its face allow it to sense through walls. It then proceeded to its containment door and partially disassembled it from the inside, a process taking roughly █ hours, and proceeded to feed on the guard as he slept. The other guard was unaware of this due to SCP-760-01's active camouflage in the hallway lights, but proceeded to coax it back into its containment area the moment he realized what was happening.
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Special Containment Procedures: Undercover Foundation personnel must maintain key positions within the Korea Food and Drug Administration (KFDA) to secure the necessary certifications and ensure the continuity of the KFDA 7th Regional Office's activities. Any attempts to restructure the KFDA through political means that could impede the work of the 7th Office are to be actively discouraged.
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Researchers assigned to the 7th Office are required to replicate uniforms, furnishings, and procedures consistent with those of an actual KFDA office to maintain public perception. Unauthorized individuals discovered within the office premises are to be apprehended and handed over to local law enforcement under the guise of terrorism against a government facility.
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Update 7697-003: Effective August 1st, 1999, unauthorized individuals found in the vicinity of SCP-7697 are to be held in indefinite quarantine; a false accidental death report must be prepared within 24 hours to minimize local police involvement. For more information, see update 7697-002.
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Description: SCP-7697 is a spatial anomaly situated in Daegigeun, South Korea, which is apparently connected to a different planet, denominated SCP-7697-2. The portal is connected to the ruins of a large structure called the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing, also referred to as the CORNWELL Lab, and designated as SCP-7697-1. A modest concrete structure located at the back of the warehouse, today disguised as the 7th Regional Police Station, guards access to a narrow staircase that leads to the spatial anomaly. At the time of discovery, the concrete structure was covered in vegetation, graffiti and faded identification marks. The door was also secured with a padlock of unknown origin.
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Access to the anomaly occurs by crossing a fire door found at the bottom end of the staircase. A small sign reading "Emergency Exit" is affixed to both sides of the fire door. The dilapidated lobby area in the other side of the door is already located on SCP-7697-2. The lobby area is filled with sand and rotting furniture and contains two doors. One, which leads to a decontamination room, believed to be the only means of further progressing into SCP-7697-1, and another which leads to the outside, SCP-7697-2, a barren landscape devoid of any signs of life or structures.
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Analysis of the night sky above SCP-7697-1 reveals the presence of a distant moon that, although resembling Earth's moon, is adorned with city-like illumination. Furthermore, constellations visible do not correspond to any known stellar formations in the Foundation databanks. Astronomical spectroscopy results are pending1.
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Attempts to explore the external surroundings of SCP-7697-1 have been impeded by frequent sandstorms. To date, no team has successfully ventured more than 10 miles into the outskirts of the CORNWELL ruins. Likewise, attempts to delve deeper into SCP-7697-1 have been unsuccessful, as the decontamination chamber appears to be automated, and no humans have managed to survive the sanitization process.
D-5129 died after going through the decontamination process for 19 days. After his death, the computer automatically aborted and announced the sanitization process had failed. The total duration of the process is unknown, as the computer refuses to start without a living being inside the chamber.
Addendum 7697-2: A bomb-disposal robot equipped with an experimental Class-III, Cognizant AI microchip, was granted access after spending [REDACTED] days undergoing the sanitization process of SCP-7697-1.
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Cameras in the unit showed that, contrasting with the desert surroundings of the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing, the interior of the laboratory, past the decontamination chamber, was a vibrant collection of plants and fungi. The tiles, clearly visible in the ruined reception, are now covered with roots, mud, and heavy vegetation.
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The rug terrain immediately after leaving the chamber, paired with the low batteries in the unit, hampered further exploration by the robot. However, the unit enageged Plan B and overrode the doors from the inside.
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After recovering the robot, several items were found partially buried next to the door, along with what's believed to be skeletal remains. Among the items recovered were two magnetic tapes, designated as Addendum 7697-3 and Addendum 7697-4.
Addendum 7697-3: The first magnetic tape contains backups of emails involving one of the lab researchers in the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing. The following is the most intact collection of emails from the sender.
As the days drag on this sea of gray, I find myself engulfed in a sea of nostalgia. I remember the day I received that letter, how I couldn’t believe that I was among the chosen to participate in the new CORNWELL Lab project. The excitement that coursed through my veins, the hope that filled my heart… It seems like a lifetime ago.
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But now, my rock, I feel weighted down by the burden of my own conscience. The sacrifices we make, the lives we tread upon in the name of progress… it takes its toll. I find it increasingly difficult to keep my resolve intact. The weight of guilt and complicity threatens to crush me, and I wonder if I have become a mere cog in this monstrous machine.
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It doesn’t help that I feel like a prisoner now, confined to this labyrinth of a lab. I miss your daily visits, I miss being able to go outside and have the sunshine on me, to see the sky and lightened moon.
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And with each day, what I miss the most is your face, your touch. Orion, I draw strength from the memories we share, from the love that binds us. You are my lifeboat in this sea of grey, which has done everything but enhance my wellbeing.
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Whenever you have access to a terminal, please let me know how you are, how everyone is, how the outside is.
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Yours forever,
+Luna
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To: [encrypted]
+From: [encrypted]
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My Dearest Orion,
+It pains me to share the disturbing events that unfolded today.
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Earlier today, one of the scientists here, Dr. Erikson, sought to speak with his partner, who, like many so far, had been reassigned out of the CORNWELL. He, too, had lost all contact with her and grew concerned for her well-being. However, the project directors callously denied his request, offering no explanation. But Erikson persisted… and in his desperate insistence, the guards left him bruised, bloodied, and senseless. I've heard that he, too, has been reassigned.
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Whenever they send us back to our rooms, I stand by my barred window, gazing out at the world beyond, hoping to catch a glimpse of any familiar face, but all I see are the cars in the lot, covered in heavy dust. It fills me with dreadful uncertainty, wondering if anyone has truly been reassigned.
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My rock, I beg you to stay vigilant and know that my love for you remains steadfast, and I am forever bound to you, no matter the distance that separates us.
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Yours forever.
+Luna
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To: [encrypted]
+From: [encrypted]
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My Dearest Orion,
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It has been a month since I last heard from you, and the silence weighs heavily upon my heart. I write to you under the cover of darkness, my tired eyes struggling to stay open. Our breaks and sleep hours have been ruthlessly cut short, our food rations reduced to a mere sustenance, and the walls around us seem to close in tighter each passing day. I yearn for the day when I can leave this place behind and find solace in your arms. Are you safe on the outside, my love? How fares the world beyond these cold walls?
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Today, yet another experiment met with failure. The bitter taste of disappointment lingers on my tongue, mingling with the acrid stench of the dark-grown food that has proven poisonous. It's disheartening, and I can't help but feel as if God Himself is hindering our progress. We have all the resources and wealth in the world, yet we still can't find a solution to this crisis.
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Whispers swirl through the corridors, carrying tales of unspeakable acts committed by those toiling at the lower levels. They say they work with a machine that can bend space… It's hard to know what's true and what isn't. Do you believe in monsters, my rock? I'm starting to believe we work for them.
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It is a haunting notion that perhaps the divine wrath we face is a consequence of their transgressions against the very laws of nature. I cannot help but question if there is a higher power at play and if we are being punished for our hubris?
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Please, my love, if you can, find a way to reach out to me again. Tell me that you are safe.
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Yours forever,
+Luna
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To: [encrypted]
+From: [encrypted]
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Orion,
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It's been too long and I'm getting worried. Are you okay? Have the extra rations arrived? I miss you so much. I wish I could leave this place and see you again. I need to hear your voice, to know you're alright. Please find a way to respond.
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Yours forever,
+Luna
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To: [encrypted]
+From: [encrypted]
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My Rock,
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I don't know if you'll ever receive this message, but I have to write it anyway. I'm on the brink of despair, and I want you to know the truth.
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The deadline we so fervently worked towards, believing we had the power to alter the course of destiny, slipped through our fingers like grains of sand and we didn't even notice until it was too late. By the time we opened our eyes, we realized we were lured into devoting our efforts to nourishing the colony, the privileged bastards who had secured their place among the stars.
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I remember the day they promised those emergency rations, you could hear the cheers from inside the lab. To think it was all part of their twisted machinations, it makes me sick to remember the glimmer of hope in your eyes. You never got any rations did you, Orion? That’s why they closed us out.
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To keep us ignorant of the truth while we labored in vain. Just a ploy to stave off revolt and let those that would not have accepted the truth grow weaker and frail, until they could not raise their arms to the skies anymore.
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And the calculations… God, the calculations. They screwed us up from the start, doing everything to hide the fact we were working with damn colony soil. Anyone competent knows their chemistry was a different beast. Yet another layer in this grand tapestry of bullshit and incompetence.
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Kencove was the first to tell them to go to hell, that he would not go back to work. Those who joined him are now in a collaborative pool of their own blood. Everything feels broken, I’m exhausted, drained… scared. I can't help but ask myself, "Are you dead, Orion?" I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again, never holding you close.
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My heart aches for the innocence we just lost. The pain of your absence is unbearable, and it weighs heavily upon my soul. If you're out there, if by some miracle you receive this message, please let me know. I need to know if you're still alive, if there's a flicker of hope left in this desolate place.
Addendum 7697-4: The second magnetic tape contains extensive documentation related to experiments conducted on crops and subjects, but most of the data has been corrupted. The following is the most intact section of the logs.
Objective: Assess the efficacy of CR-12B crystals in aiding the cultivation of plants in near-darkness conditions.
+Description:[DATA CORRUPTED]
+Results: Initial observations were promising, with the CR-12B-affected produce exhibiting a peculiar luminescent quality. Crops displayed vibrant colors and enhanced aroma, but subjects reported increasing discomfort, with some experiencing vivid hallucinations, relentless nightmares, and severe psychological trauma days after testing ended.
+Conclusion: Further experimentation is required to mitigate the adverse effects on consumers.
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Objective: Determine the effects of Ibierbol-7 crystal on food growth in harsh environments.
+Description: Gel-like substance with luminescent trails. It emits a high-pitched sound when in containment.
+Results: Initial observations were positive. However, crops started to exhibit an accelerated lifecycle, rapidly maturing, and entering a state of decay. Consuming the crops during the short stage of maturity led to rapid weight loss, severe muscular atrophy, and dermal abnormalities characterized by oozing lesions and necrotic tissue.
+Conclusion: Enhanced plant growth resulted in rapid but biologically compromised crops. Ibierbol-7 poses substantial risks to health, leading to severe gastrointestinal distress and rapid cellular degradation.
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Objective: Restoring dead tissue though the use of [Redacted].
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[File Locked]
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+Supervisor Note: Due to the sensitive and potentially hazardous nature of the findings, all samples of [Redacted] are to be disposed of. Details of Experiment 135 are classified under "Commissariat's Eyes Only".
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Objective: To investigate the complete assimilation of subjects by the fungi Yumdone.
+Results: Subjects exhibited rapid fungal overgrowth throughout their bodies, causing pain and temporary loss of motor control. Assimilated subjects displayed aggressive and erratic behavior, often lashing out at others, before descending into a mindless state.
+Conclusion: Rapid deterioration of physical and mental health outweighed the initial benefits of finding nutritional value in dead crops. Subjects presented no trace of consciousness, and became poisonous to the touch. It randomly wanders the containment, exhibiting insatiable cravings for necrotic tissue.
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Urgent Update: Per order of Commissariat, samples are to be sent overnight to the colony for peer emergency peer review. Experiments notes are to be held off until tomorrow. Failure to comply will lead to disciplinary actions.
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Wa███ng - Exter██ O██rride De█ect█d from Terminal 012.2█.█4.1.
+Original Message:P█r o█der of Co█mis█ari█t, sa█ple█ are m█rked for d█str█cti██
Addendum 7697-5: The following are the SCP-7697-1 Exploration Protocols.
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Three physically fit D-class subjects must be fitted with a class 4 environmental suit. They must also be provided with Field Kit Number 16, consisting of the following items:
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One head-mounted light source with a lifespan of six hours and additional power sources providing up to an additional three hours.
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Two 1 L water bottles filled with water.
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One MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) of any type
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One standard field knife.
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6 Feet of Climbing Rope.
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One Taurus PT22, whose existence is to remain a secret until after the exploration has started.
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A shoulder mounted video recording system, equipped with an eROSARY.
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Due to the shielded interiors of the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing, projecting a real-time feed is not possible. Wired cameras proved to be unreliable, due to characteristics of the terrain, so video footage will be reviewed after the fact.
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Exploration Log 7697-7
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This recorded audio log details the first expedition into the ruins of CORNWELL Lab. Three D-Class personnel, referred to in this log as D-1, D-2 and D-3, were given 11 hours to gather any paperwork and/or storage devices that might contain useful information regarding SCP-7697 and SCP 7697-1. After 12 hours, the emergency data recovery system eROSARY (Experimental kaRlOS fAst Return sYstem) will automatically engage, and the recording system will be teleported back. All members must return prior to this deadline to prevent disciplinary action.
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AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION
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Foreword: The log has deteriorated due to unforeseen eROSARY problems, and audible parts are marked with time codes. Although the presence of memetics inside the facility is currently under consideration, the audio has been ruled safe.
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» RECORDING STARTS «
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[00h00]
+D-1: Alright, listen up, keep those headlamps on. This is a timed recovery mission.
+D-3: Yeah, yeah, we know. Valuable shit, they say.
+D-1: You know what they say, the creepier it looks, the more valuable the loot inside.
+D-2: I'm getting a really bad feeling about this. It's like eyes are on us from every corner of this place.
+D-3: You're just jumpy. Be thankful they haven’t sent your ass outside into the dunes. I’m still burned up.
+D-1: Enough, let's split up and search these next rooms. Remember, we regroup here in 30 minutes. Be thorough and keep your eyes peeled.
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[00h38]
+(over radio)
+D-2: This place gives me the creeps. I swear I can hear voices echoing in the corridors.
+D-1: Did you say something? I can barely hear you, over.
+D-2: It's nothing, forget it. I'll keep searching… over.
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[01h22]
+[Audio resumes, the three appear to be together]
+D-2: I found a library of sorts, but all the books have stuff growing on them. I don't think this is it.
+D-1: Don't lose your nerve now. Just a bit longer, and we'll be out of musty place.
+[Sounds of the metal failing to the ground]
+D-3: [Laughing] Jackpot! A set of old tapes. We hit the mother lode!
+D-2: Whoa, check out this rusted tech over here. It's ancient!
+D-1: Can you make any sense of it?
+D-3: No, but I don't give a shit. Let the eggheads crack their shells over these things. I really hope it's empty.
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[02h44]
+[Creaking sounds and distant dripping water can be heard]
+D-2: [Impatient] Any luck with the computer? I think we should give up.
+D-1: [Frustrated] I'm trying, but the door to the medical wing is sealed shut.
+D-3: Fuckingtastic, just what we needed. Locked out of another section.
+D-2: [Whispers] I don't like this. Maybe it's for the best. It must be locked for a reason.
+D-1: [Nervous] This freaky computer keeps saying we can't go in until the doctors clear it.
+D-3: There must be another entry. A ventilation shaft, a broken wall.
+Computer: Warning [bzzz] Hospital Center is in Quarantine level 5 by order of the Chief Doctor [bzzz] Error, employee not found
+D-3: Can someone tell this giant calculator that there are no doctors left on the other side of this door?
+D-2: I think… if you ask about signs of life to the computer, maybe it will update itself.
+[keyboard sounds]
+D-1: [heavy sigh] Nope, it just gives me an error message. Do I look like I know what an integer overflow is? I just want a god dammed override.
+D-3: Forget this shitty hospital, let the next team handle it.
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[04h05]
+D-3: Stop being paranoid, you’re’ getting on my nerves.
+D-2: I just don't like the look of these crystals. They give off an eerie glow.
+D-1: Don't let them distr…
+[Gunshot sounds]
+D-3: What THE FUCK, you bastard!
+[D-2 has fired the weapon towards an empty corner and is visibly scared]
+D-2: Don’t tell me you didn’t hear them calling our names?!
+[D-1 pulls the gun issued from D-2 from him]
+D-1: Listen here you bastard, no cop has ever even scratched me.
+D-2: [Uneasy] W-wait, I’m really so…
+D-1: Calm down, RIGHT NOW! I didn’t get this far to get killed by a wacko like you, understand?
+D-2: Y-eah, I… I get it. I’m cool. I’m cool.
+D-3: [sigh] I rather be in the fucking sandstorm.
+D-2: [Hesitant] Hey, why is your pocket glowing, (D-3)?
+D-3: What? Oh, that. I picked this little crystal shard for myself earlier. I decided to make a necklace.
+D-1: They won't let you keep any souvenirs; you know that right?
+D-3: You don't know anything! I have a whole box of trinkets back in my cell. You just have shit hiding skills.
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[04h33]
+[Audio resumes in the middle of an argument]
+D-1: You are trashing that crystal now, that's an order.
+D-3: [Yelling] Get the FUCK away from me! Touch me again and you're dead.
+[Sounds of altercation]
+D-2: [Concerned] It's affecting you. Let go of it!
+D-1: TRASH IT, NOW!
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[05h12]
+[Vines keeping a door shut are being cut away]
+D-3: [Heavy Coughing] I can't catch a break, can I?
+D-2: [Disgusted] That smell… It's unbearable. Why are they all piled up next to the door?
+[D-1 looks at a pile of corpses wrapped in vines, positioned to hold the door closed]
+D-1: [Out of breath] Doesn't matter, we need to find something in there that can help him this idiot.
+D-3: Just find me something for the pain and let me be.
+D-2: We should go back and ask them for a doctor.
+D-1: [Angry] Did you hit your head?
+D-2: I might as well have, I keep hearing whisp-
+D-1: I told you before to stop with the coward's talk. We go back now they will shoot us three.
+[Silence for 1 minute]
+D-1: Let’s check back at the crystal wing, there must be something about that shard there.
+D-3: [Cough] I… I can't go on. I need to rest a bit.
+D-1: Ok, (D-2), grab me his backpack and take out the tapes.
+[D-1 ties the tapes to his shoulder camera using D-3’s climbing rope]
+D-1: We lose these, we are dead. Let’s go, (D2)!
+D-2: Stay here, (D-3). We'll find something helpful.
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[06h07]
+D-2: I can't shake this feeling that the walls are closing in on us.
+D-1: (using radio) Come in, what's your status? Over.
+D-3: (over radio) Please… The feast.
+D-1: (using radio) Wha- are you hungry? You should have something to eat on your backpack, over.
+[Audio becomes distorted]
+D-3: (over radio) That isn’t enough for them.
+D-2: You heard them too?
+[Heavy breathing and chaotic sounds, followed radio static]
+D-1: Come in! (D-3), come in, over.
+D-2: [Panicked] No response, what’s going on?
+D-1: Why are you asking me?
+D-2: [Panicked] I don’t care about the bullet, we gotta-
+[Audio and video stop for three minutes before returning]
+[Upon resuming, the two appear to be running]
+D-2: The whispers are turning into screams! LET ME GO!
+[D-2 vanishes from view]
+D-1: [Desperate] Come back! We need to stick together!
+D-2: [Distant voice] I can't take it anymore!
+D-1: Scumbag scientists, put me with a pair of idiots… what do I do now?
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[07h26]
+D-1: [trembling] This place…it's changing, shifting. I can't find my way back.
+[D-1 stops and starts to frantically look around]
+D-1: Who's there? Show yourself!
+[Silence for 2 minutes]
+D-1: Show yourself!!
+[D-1 starts to run again]
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[09h02]
+D-1: [Weak voice] I found (D-3) a while ago… he's dead, corn is growing out of him.
+[D-1 takes out last water bottle and takes a sip]
+D-1: Put a bullet on his head just to be sure, don’t need any zombies following my tail.
+[D-1 looks at his wristwatch].
+D-1: I’m almost out of time and I feel like I’m really lost. I can’t find the stairs and I keep hearing a voice… asking to be fed.
+[Muttering, inaudible]
+D-1: The spores… Hungry, so hungry… I need to make my way back.
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[10h28]
+D-1: [Heavy breathing] I saw you cut him to shreds! Stay back!
+[Sounds of weapon discharge]
+D-2: [Maniacal laughter] The dead have no use for their flesh.
+[Sounds of weapon discharge, D-1 throws his pistol away]
+D-2: [Running after D-1] They won't shut up until the feast is over!
+D-1: [Running footsteps] GET AWAY!
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[11h07]
+[D-1 cautiously enters a dimly lit cafeteria, holding his knife].
+D-1: What fresh hell is this? Why are they…
+[The floor is littered with decomposing bodies, clad in what appear to be tattered suits of different colors. D-1 picks up one of the garments to analyze it]
+D-1: [Weak voice] Bullshit… all of it. Load of goddamn bullshit.
+[The video suddenly becomes shaky as D-1 appears to struggle with an unseen assailant]
+D-2: They waited too long since their last three course meal.
+[Sound of struggle and a piercing scream]
+D-2: Shh, calm down, don't be a coward.
+[Camera now faces the ceiling. Screaming ends]
+D-2: Finally… Silence…
+[There are no sounds for the next 20 minutes, save from occasional weeping]
+D-2: [footsteps, fading] No, no… SHUT UP! You promised me peace…
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» RECORDING ENDS «
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Note: At 12 hours, the Return System was engaged and a bloody shoulder attached to a camera and tapes were transported back. From the recording, it is evident that in his final moments, D-1 encountered what appear to be remains from other Foundation exploration teams, but there are no records of a previous expedition to the interiors of SCP-7697-1 since its discovery in 1998. Footage was sent to the archivist for further studies, and tapes were sent for decryption. The fate of D-2 remains unknown.
Addendum 7697-6: From the tapes recovered by eROSARY, another readable email was found, believed to be from the same sender.
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Internal Drive: Terminal 012.21.14.1
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Subject: In your memory
+To: [encrypted]
+From: [encrypted]
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My Dearest Orion,
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I write this message, fully aware that you won't receive it in this world, but with a hopeful heart that you will find a way to read it in from the great beyond. I need to believe that, somehow, our connection transcends the boundaries of life and death.
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I cannot bear to see things end this way, and so, I have made a decision. I don't know how or what I will do exactly, but I'm a member of the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing. I know I can put what I've learned here to good use. It is time for me to seek redemption from my own inexcusable ignorance.
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I will make a visit to the lower levels and see if the whispers were true. I know that you will be my guiding light, helping me bring darkness to them. Until we meet again, on the other side.
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Yours eternally,
+Luna
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Update 7697-002: Based on acquired data from the last expedition, all future explorations attempts are to be put on hold due to Biohazards concerns, until the decontamination process of the SCP-7697-1 can be fully understood. Risk Class has been updated from Notice to Warning, and all researchers who crossed SCP-7697 must submit to medical and psychological examination upon return. All researchers who crossed into SCP-7697-1 are to be placed under quarantine until further notice.
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The following update has been attached to SCP-7697's file as part of ongoing Archivist Investigation.
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Update 7697-001: Previously unidentified clothing was confirmed to be Foundation-issued Class 2 Environmental Suit bearing the markings of at least three different Sites. However, these iterations of suits have been retired for over 60 years and Site Directors have reported that units have been discarded, with the exception of two found stored in the museum at Site 19. An investigation was ordered into the two museum pieces, and an inquiry was started on the last unidentified suit showed on video. The latter did not match any current database records. Due to the quality of the footage, it was not possible to further study the remaining [REDACTED] non-Foundation garments.
Special Containment Procedures: The flock of SCP-994 is to be contained within a remote 50 square kilometer area in northwest Washington state, with housing provided within hangars 3, 4, 6 and 8 at Site-410. All SCP-994 individuals are to be fitted with radio transmitters broadcasting on Foundation-secure channels, as well as implants tied to an “invisible fence” network operating out of local cell phone towers.
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The SCP-994 roosting hangars are be resupplied with food twice weekly (the standard plankton-enriched nutrient fluid is to be replaced with 25 head of cattle once per month), and cleaned on an as-needed basis.
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SCP-994 are allowed free range within the containment territory: due to the special nature of SCP-994, sightings by the civilian population or minor breaches are to be treated as low priority. All incidents requiring action are to be dealt with by Special Intelligence Team "NUAOIS" (Northwestern Unknown Airborne Object Investigation Society).
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Description: SCP-994 is a species of airborne lifeform bearing no resemblance to any known phylum of organism. SCP-994 are generally circular, with a flat ventral surface and curved dorsal side, and measuring between 3 and 50 meters in diameter (9.84 and 164 ft, respectively) when fully grown. SCP-994 will change in shape with age: juveniles will appear as blunted triangles, adults will be saucer-shaped, and elderly SCP-994 will be oblong.
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SCP-994 have no distinctive features on the dorsal side, outside of a layer of short, highly reflective silver fur and the orifices of the creature’s respiratory tracts. SCP-994 have no visible eyes, instead sensing their surroundings through a combination of echolocation and thermal sensitivity. On the underside of the body is a circular, jawless mouth with a rasping tongue, as well as a series of white-blue bioluminescent organs. The pattern of these lights is unique to the individual, and the actual purpose has yet to be determined, as they produce no heat for other instances of SCP-994 to detect.
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SCP-994 are capable of flight, though the exact method is unknown. It is known that they are capable of reaching incredible speeds: the highest recorded speed of an SCP-994 specimen was in excess of Mach 2, and several individuals have been seen making ninety-degree turns in mid-flight. SCP-994 is completely silent during flight, even during supersonic acceleration, outside of a soft humming exhibited by juvenile specimens.
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SCP-994 behavior is highly social, with a complex hierarchy within the flock. Elder females serve as the ruling matriarchs of the group, each one leading a smaller sub-division of a dozen or so individuals. While the flock as a whole will act as one unit, the various sub-flocks will display a shifting network of rivalries and alliances between them. SCP-994 communication is carried out at an ultrasonic level.
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Wild SCP-994 will generally avoid humans, fleeing if a human comes within a certain distance, usually in the range of 50 to 100 meters. However, the Foundation flock has become accustomed to human contact, allowing staff members to make physical contact. The Foundation flock has also naturalized to the containment hangars, using them as a roosting area. It should be noted that both wild and Foundation-controlled SCP-994 seem to enjoy flying alongside aircraft and do so often, many times going unnoticed.
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There are currently twenty-eight juveniles, fourteen adults, and five elderly SCP-994 within Foundation control. The current wild population is unknown.
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Incident Report 994/███-C4: ██/██/20██: First recorded account of violence by SCP-994, due to a nearby breach of SCP-███. During the incident, SCP-███ broke into Hangar 4, and was promptly attacked by five adult SCP-994 (SCP-994-9, SCP-994-11, SCP-994-19, SCP-994-20, and SCP-994-21). The remainder of the flock fled the site, with the juveniles and elders flying inside a sphere of the remaining adults. When SCP-███ was subdued and recovered, inspection revealed traces of a powerful hemotoxin and tissue necrosis in areas where SCP-994 had attached. SCP-994-20 was severely injured during the incident, and died of complications during surgery four days later.
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Addendum-01: 09/20/20██: Dr. ████ has requested to be assigned to an alternate project, due to claims that SCP-994-34 was “stalking” him and “spying on everything [he does].” While SCP-994-34 was indeed following Dr. ████, and this behavior was deemed unusual, no hostile behavior on the part of SCP-994-34 was actually recorded. The request has been denied, but Dr. ████ has been granted minor sabbatical leave for psychological evaluation.
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