Special Containment Procedures: SCP-017 is contained in an acrylic glass cage, 100 cm by 50 cm by 50 cm, centrally suspended in a concrete room measuring 6 m by 6 m by 4 m. Attached to the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room are high-intensity arc lamp spotlights pointed directly at the acrylic cage, to ensure that SCP-017 is constantly exposed to light from every angle. Personnel assigned to the SCP-017 control room are to monitor the functionality of the spotlights and the emergency generator system and call for maintenance immediately upon knowledge of a burnt-out lamp or an issue with the generator.
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The only circumstance under which personnel are allowed entrance is to replace lamps. Personnel entering the room are required to wear the designated full-body reflective suits, and must be cautioned not to step in front of functional spotlights.
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Description: SCP-017 is a humanoid figure approximately 80 centimeters in height, anatomically similar to a small child, but with no discernible identifying features. SCP-017 seems to be composed of a shadowy, smoke-like shroud. No attempt to find any object beneath the shroud has been successful, but the possibility has not been ruled out.
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SCP-017's reaction to shadows cast upon it is immediate and swift. SCP-017 leaps at the object casting the shadow and completely encloses it in its shroud, whereupon it returns to its normal size, leaving no trace of the object behind.
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Additional Notes: Personnel with BETA clearance or higher should see also document #017-1.
SCP-024 hidden among 5 replicas to conceal its location.
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-024 cannot be moved to a secure location so security measures must be placed on-site. To conceal its location, five (5) identical-looking replicas have been erected around SCP-024. A tight security perimeter must be maintained around SCP-024's compound at all times, with separate security teams guarding SCP-024 and its replicas. None of the security teams, except for team leaders, will be informed of the location of SCP-024. SCP-024 must be secured with magnetically sealed blast doors and reinforced, armored walls to prevent unauthorized entry.
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Under no circumstances can any security or research personnel enter SCP-024. Only D-Class personnel are allowed entry and strictly for research purposes only. All researchers are to observe and experiment with SCP-024 from the remote observation lab. Any personnel attempting to leave the remote observation lab or enter SCP-024 without prior approval from a Level 4 researcher must be immediately apprehended, with termination authorized.
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Should containment be breached, or SCP-024's true nature compromised, then the entire compound must be destroyed via specialized demolition charges planted throughout the compound.
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Description: SCP-024 is an abandoned sound stage that was once owned by █████████. However, SCP-024 itself had been abandoned since 19██, and it is unknown whether its special properties manifested before or after its abandonment. SCP-024 is located in the heart of █████████, ██████████, and was initially discovered when a group of teenage youths broke into the abandoned compound. The testimony of the lone "winner" when she turned herself in to the police was enough to have Foundation assets mobilize to contain SCP-024.
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Upon entering SCP-024, visitors are immediately greeted by an anonymous announcer, who communicates via intercom and is able to hear and comprehend the voices of people within SCP-024. The announcer will inform the "contestants" that they are about to take part in a game show in which the winners will win fabulous prizes, but will also warn that the game will be extremely hazardous, and that the losers will never leave SCP-024. It is at this point the announcer presents the choice of whether to stay or leave SCP-024. Contestants who accept will continue to participate in the game while those who decline are immediately expelled from SCP-024. Contestants that win the game or decline to participate may never enter SCP-024 again, as entry is denied by an impenetrable, invisible barrier.
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It is then that the contestants are led to the actual game. The style, composition, and appearance of the game always changes in every individual play-through, but the game is always centered around a long, elaborate obstacle course that the contestants must navigate through. The rules also vary. Some play-throughs may only allow a single winner, while others encourage the creation of teams to win the game. More often than not, the obstacles seen in these games range from incredibly benign to extremely hazardous and life-threatening. As the contestants attempt to negotiate the course, the announcer will continuously update their status and actively participate in the game, often giving advice, conversing with contestants, and adding new rules. As the game progresses, the obstacles become significantly more dangerous and difficult to overcome, and it is not surprising to have the entire pool of contestants succumb to the rigors of the obstacle course. If such an event happens, the announcer will express sadness at the lack of a winner and SCP-024 will shut down, resetting only when a new batch of contestants enter.
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Any attempts to "break the rules", such as assaulting other contestants and deliberately bypassing obstacles, are met by extreme violence. The announcer will call out the offending contestant, who will be quickly and forcefully ejected from the course by "studio guardians". These studio guardians will immediately materialize within SCP-024 when called upon by the announcer and disappear when not needed. The contestant will never be seen again.
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When a winner is declared, he/she will receive a random grand prize. Any contestants that have survived the course but failed to win are immediately declared losers by the announcer. The lights will switch off, and the winner will immediately appear outside of SCP-024 with his/her prize while the losers completely disappear.
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However, the most mysterious aspect of SCP-024 is that after every game, a VHS tape or DVD will appear in the mailbox outside of SCP-024's main entrance. This recording is a complete record of the entire game that was previously played, even though winners have claimed that they had never seen any cameras or recording devices inside SCP-024. Also, more strangely, a live studio audience can be seen in the background cheering on the contestants. Again, winners have claimed not to have seen a live studio audience while inside SCP-024.
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Addendum 1: So far, the list of prizes awarded to winners has included, but is not limited to: cash prizes, electronics, various consumer goods, cars, collectibles, full-paid vacations to various countries, [DATA EXPUNGED]. Close examination of these prizes have confirmed that they are completely genuine, and possess no unusual abilities or characteristics whatsoever. There appears to be no consistent pattern for what the prizes will be.
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Addendum 2: In an attempt to track where the "losers" are taken, GPS locator beacons were planted on subjects D-124 through D-135 when Group D245 was sent into SCP-024. When the losers were taken away, all signals from the beacons were lost. Whether this is because the beacons were destroyed, or because the losers were taken to an area that cannot be located via GPS is currently unknown.
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Addendum 3: The announcer living within SCP-024 appears to be sentient and aware of events that take place outside of the compound. During the test of Group D523, which consisted only of Dr. ████████, the announcer instead engaged in a conversation with Dr. ████████. Analysis of the conversations have shown that the majority of the subjects are centered around pop culture and information distributed through television, implying that SCP-024 somehow is able to access and interpret television signals. Cutting all power and signal lines, as well as removing any potential wireless receiving equipment on SCP-024, does not affect SCP-024 in any way. When it became clear that no other contestants would participate, the announcer kindly asked Dr. ████████ to leave SCP-024 and suggested he return with more contestants.
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Addendum 4: The studio guardians that the announcer uses to enforce the rules vary in appearance every game, just like the course. If they appear, the guardians will always be dressed in a manner that matches with the theme of the obstacle course. The only common attributes all guardians share are the possession of humanoid appearance, ability to suddenly appear and disappear, superhuman strength, and face concealing masks or headgear. However, winners have claimed that the guardians have no apparent shape or form inside SCP-024, instead appearing as huge, shadowy figures that engulf the offender.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1242 is to be contained in two adjoining rooms measuring 2m x 2m x 3m capable of sustaining quarantine for a Category A, UN 2814 biohazard. The rooms should be separated by an airlock. All access to subject is to be limited to a single entry point equipped with remote handling, clean room, decontamination, and quarantine facilities. Remote handling is to be used when interacting with SCP-1242 whenever possible. Level A biohazard suits are required for all non-test subjects physically interacting with SCP-1242.
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Nutritional needs are human normal, and should be met using standard quarantine protocols. Waste material should be treated as a Category A, UN 2814 biohazard. Waste may be disposed of only after heat-sterilization and storage for a period of no less than 14 days to ensure success of the sterilization procedures.
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Subject is on strict suicide watch, and is not allowed any object or material that would facilitate self-harm. Due to subject's proven capacity for self-harm, all requests made by subject must be submitted to the Site Director.
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Description: SCP-1242 is an adolescent Caucasian human male 137 cm in height, weighing 41 kg. Subject communicates primarily in English, is intelligent, and generally cooperative with Foundation personnel.
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Subject exudes a retro-viral agent, hereafter referred to as SCP-1242-1, from all bodily orifices and glands. SCP-1242-1 is 99.9% infectious when transmitted by direct contact through skin contact and 100% infectious when transmitted by direct contact through ingestion. SCP-1242-1 has been shown to be infectious to varying degrees through indirect contact for up to 14 days on average, with the longest recorded period between viral emission and infection being ~26 days.
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SCP-1242-1 contains an unusually large amount of fragmented genetic material and acts directly on the genetic and cellular level, temporarily reverting each individual cell to the stem cell stage through an unknown process before remaking it as a new cell. Individuals infected are to be classified as SCP-1242-1a and quarantined immediately. Infection is followed by an incubation period of 6 hours, after which SCP-1242-1 symptoms begin to manifest.
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Six hours: SCP-1242-1a experience acute pain in joints, fever ranging from 38-40 C, respiratory difficulty, cardiac arrhythmia, and cyanotic extremities. SCP-1242-1 ceases to be infectious at this time.
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Eight hours: Subjects in this stage indicate that pain is now global to the body, and intense. Symptoms diverge in this stage depending on the initial mass of the infected individual.
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SCP-1242-1a that are larger in mass than SCP-1242 begin experiencing violent emesis, diarrhea, and perspiration beyond the levels associated with fever temperatures. Waste produced in this manner is composed of tissue types from throughout the body. Subjects begin to gradually decrease in mass and physical size. Instances larger in mass than SCP-1242 have an estimated 43% survival rate of this stage.
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SCP-1242-1a that are smaller in mass than SCP-1242 begin bloating and swelling, and display a voracious appetite, with a preference for materials high in protein. Instances of SCP-1242-1a that are smaller in mass than SCP-1242 have an estimated 6% total survival rate of this stage without medical intervention. It is unknown whether such individuals could survive the full run of the infection without medical intervention.
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Nine hours: Symptoms accelerate as subject rapidly alters to more closely match the mass of SCP-1242. All identifying characteristics native to race are eliminated and subject's body begins restructuring to achieve the end stage result. Females have a significantly higher chance of dying due to complications associated with restructuring of primary reproductive systems in this stage.
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Larger instances experience a continuation of emesis and diarrhea, skeletal fracturing and restructuring, and sloughing off of skin and hair. Instances in this stage are prone to organ failure from compression, bursting, and dehydration. Hydration can increase survival rates, but not substantially.
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Smaller instances experience rapid growth, with associated internal lacerations and stress fractures from sudden growth of skeletal structure. It has been determined that continued nutritional supplementation substantially improves chances of survival at this stage for smaller instances, boosting survival chances from 4% to 32%.
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Ten hours: Subject's body structure now closely resembles SCP-1242. Symptoms converge and abate. SCP-1242-1 is once again infectious.
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Eleven hours: All symptoms abate. Subject is now visually indistinguishable from SCP-1242, and is designated SCP-1242-2.
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SCP-1242-2 may be distinguished from SCP-1242 only by testing. SCP-1242-2 do not produce SCP-1242-1 as a biological by-product, carrying and transmitting it instead as an infectious blood-borne pathogen. In nearly all other respects, SCP-1242-2 are identical to SCP-1242.
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Instances of SCP-1242-2 possess intelligence commensurate to that of SCP-1242, and display a range of reactions and personality traits consistent with SCP-1242's non-depressive behaviors. Investigation into SCP-1242-2 neurochemistry reveals that instances' levels of serotonin and dopamine are elevated by an average of 15% above human baseline. This results in instances of SCP-1242-2 generally behaving docilely and showing a heightened preference for tactile sensation. It is hypothesized that instances do not develop depressive behaviors displayed by SCP-1242 due to an inability to experience strong negative emotion without an outside trigger.
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SCP-1242-2 have a drive to protect SCP-1242, and in the pursuit of that goal will seek out and infect individuals to propagate more instances of SCP-1242-2. In the event of a direct threat to SCP-1242, instances become extremely violent, lashing out at the perceived threat with any tools or weapons available, but will attack unarmed should they lack weapons. Autopsy of instances terminated while defending SCP-1242 indicates that levels of serotonin and dopamine drop below baseline in response to the perceived threat, with a concurrent and equal elevation in levels of epinephrine, nor-epinephrine, and testosterone.
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Psychological evaluation shows that individual instances continue to retain fragmented memories of their existence prior to infection, but do not display any personality traits inconsistent with SCP-1242's non-depressive behavior. Comparison of EEG's taken before and after conversion reveals significant restructuring of the frontal lobes which may contribute to this alteration of personality traits.
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SCP-1242 was discovered after the Foundation became aware of reports from the rural town ████████████, ██ describing identical male youths, corresponding with reports of individuals disappearing.
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Subject was located in an outlying structure 1.2 km outside of the town proper surrounded by 24 instances of SCP-1242-2. Subject immediately warned Foundation personnel away, but made no attempt to escape. Agents ████████ and ████ were both exposed to SCP-1242-1 in the course of interviewing the subject. Agent ████████ recognized a potential biohazard and was able to communicate the necessary precautions before succumbing to infection.
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Containment teams eradicated all present instances of SCP-1242-2 and took SCP-1242 into custody. The town was placed under quarantine until such time as a lack of infections was determined to exist. Class C amnestics were administered to the population, who were then relocated under a claim of eminent domain. The area of potential infection was then sterilized.
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SCP-1242 has displayed bouts of chronic depression associated with post-traumatic stress disorder and long-term isolation. Subject avoids discussion of the onset of its condition, and refuses to give its name. Its fingerprints do not match any on file.
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Addendum A: Reports of instances of SCP-1242-2 outside of Foundation control have been corroborated and neutralized on five (5) separate dates. Instances have been located as far as 4700 km from the point of initial containment. Attempts to question SCP-1242 about these instances have been met with escalation of depressive behavior and emotional withdrawal.
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Addendum B: Following Incident 1242-1, instances of SCP-1242-2 will be actively sought out and destroyed with all expediency.
On ██/██/20██, fifty-six instances of SCP-1242-2 mounted an assault on Site ██, where SCP-1242 is contained. Instances were armed with weapons ranging from small arms to explosive munitions made from commercially available ingredients. Instances displayed coordination and tactics at a level associated with a dedicated civilian militia training full time for a sustained period. Initial incursion was minimal due to rapid response by perimeter teams and initiation of site lockdown.
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While initial casualties were low, casualties from infection of personnel by SCP-1242-1 were high. It is still unknown how instances were able to obtain weapons and locate SCP-1242.
Special Containment Procedures: All specimens of SCP-1349 in the Foundation's possession are to be kept in a reinforced 1m x 2m x 2m terrarium, vacant of all organisms but specimens of SCP-1349. At no point should more than fifteen (15) specimens be kept in containment. The terrarium is to be cleaned out bi-monthly, and any eggs present at this point should be frozen. Any excess instances of SCP-1349 or those found outside of containment should be killed and incinerated at earliest convenience. Once per week the colony of SCP-1349 is to be fed 2kg of meat in a moderate state of decomposition. Staff members not handling SCP-1349 are also required to wear standard bio-hazard suits regardless of proximity to the handler.
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Description: SCP-1349 are a variant of the Calosoma sycophanta beetle. SCP-1349 do not pass the larval stage and grow to be between approximately 5 and 15cm. The saliva of SCP-1349 is slightly corrosive and causes an acute allergic reaction on the skin of a living organism upon contact. SCP-1349 produces a chemical similar in structure to Reversine within the salivary glands.
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If SCP-1349 bites a living organism, it injects a chemical compound into the bloodstream of the organism. This compound induces marked changes in the reproduction and characteristics of the cells in the mucous membranes of the stomach. This triggers the growth of multiple neoplasms after a period of four to six days, averaging between 9 and 20mm, which function as miniature stomachs. These growths are connected to the digestive tract by several vessels all leading back to the main stomach of the subject, and initially aid in the digestive process. Any organism bitten by SCP-1349 is labeled as SCP-1349-1.
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SCP-1349 was brought to the Foundation's attention after an abnormally high percentage of patients were diagnosed with gastric cancer in ██████ Oregon. Investigations into the area revealed an infestation of approximately █████ specimens of SCP-1349 in a local slaughter house. The building was demolished and any affected corpses were incinerated, all unafflicted citizens were administrated Class A amnestics. Since coming to the Foundation's attention, ██ smaller outbreaks have been noted nationwide. See Addendum 1349-3
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Addendum 1349-1: Researcher █████'s notes on the reproductive cycle of SCP-1349 are as follows
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The adult specimen will puncture an organism's skin and inject saliva into the wound.
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After approximately fourteen days the organism's stomach ruptures and partially digests the corpse.
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SCP-1349 will retrieve the largest remaining growths and relocate them to the nearest safe area, where they are drained and filled with eggs; if there has been no available organism to infect and harvest, SCP-1349 will lay approximately six (6) eggs every two months.
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Addendum 1349-2: During observation, Doctor ████ noticed several specimens swelling. Testing revealed that the mass gained was equal to that lost by SCP-1349-1. Testing of the contents of the observed SCP-1349's stomachs revealed that they contained trace amounts of the food recently ingested by SCP-1349-1 in an advanced state of digestion. The subject initially bitten by the SCP-1349 specimens was currently undergoing chemotherapy ██km away from the site.
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Addendum 1349-3: Security footage at a mall in █████, Iowa shows an unidentified male releasing several SCP-1349 specimens in the food court after closing hours. Several fliers in local clubs depict SCP-1349's saliva as some form of miracle weight-loss supplement.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1501 are to be disassembled and held in standard containment chambers, located within Site-77's Euclid SCP wing. Any media related to the SCP-1501 phenomenon found outside containment is to be stored in Site-77's non-anomalous media storage unit. Any media relating to the "Manna Charitable Foundation" is to be investigated by Foundation agents.
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Description: SCP-1501 is a set of humanoid automatons, constructed of copper, iron, plastic, and animal hair. The words "Manna Charitable Foundation Official Charity Delegate" have been embossed into the back of every SCP-1501 instance. Each SCP-1501 instance possesses some method of collecting funds, such as a bucket, cauldron, box, or satchel.
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When not in containment, instances of SCP-1501 will move to areas such as street corners, office buildings, traffic lights, and other locations where charity collectors would be common. Once within these areas, they will begin collecting money for a variety of charities. Observed collections have been varied, with collections for endangered species of birds, poverty, AIDS, and under-performing Foundation facilities.
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All funds collected by SCP-1501 instances will be placed within their collection box, after which the instance will transfer it into the possession of the charity the SCP-1501 instance was collecting for. Methods of transportation include the US Postal system, transporting it by hand to an office representing the charity, or sending each bill individually with an avian organism.
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When a humanoid subject repeatedly donates to an individual instance of SCP-1501 multiple times, it will begin following the subject continuously, observing any financial transactions they perform. The instance will follow the subject to their home, place of business, and any other location the subject may travel to. After 2-3 weeks of this, the SCP-1501 instance will begin to collect for charities which they believe the subject would have an inclination to donate to, based on their activity during this period.
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Eventually, instances of SCP-1501 will find a wealthy subject, with a propensity to donate to charitable organizations. The instances will then focus all their attentions on this person, sending letters advertising various charitable organizations to their homes in order to convince them to donate more of their money. This will continue indefinitely, until the SCP-1501 instances are physically unable to solicit the subject.
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As the solicitation of this individual increases in frequency, instances of SCP-1501 may disguise themselves as the subject's spouse, or alter their mail to persuade the subject to donate. Disguises may include a wax prosthesis and costuming themselves in the clothes of the person they are imitating. If the subject discovers SCP-1501's anomalous properties, they may attempt to use alternate disguises, or cease directly visiting the subject in favor of sending letters about the charity. In the event that authority figures are contacted about the instance, they will attempt to flee, and become inert if captured.
Interviewed: ██ ██████
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+Interviewer: Dr. Boyd
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+Foreword: This interview was taken shortly after initial containment.
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+Dr. Boyd: When did you first notice something was wrong?
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+██ ██████: I think it was when I walked in the bedroom. I was taking off my coat, and Barbara was doing something at the mirror. But her arms were just stark still. It looked wrong. So, I went to her, asking if she was okay…
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+Dr. Boyd: What happened?
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+██ ██████: She turned to look at me… but it wasn't her. Her face was too angled, and it was looking at me with glass eyes. God, I just stared at it. Then it (subject inhales deeply) started talking.
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+Dr. Boyd: What did it say?
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+██ ██████: The mouth opened… god, must have been more than half a foot. The jaw just dropped, and stripped off. Wasn't skin, but whatever it had on it. It asked me if I… had considered the plight of the homeless.
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+Dr. Boyd: Is this when you attacked it?
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+██ ██████: It had done something to Barbara. I just asked it, what did you do to her? And it just kept repeating itself. Had I considered the plight of the homeless? Over and over and over…
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+SCP-1501 was initially discovered in █████, Chicago, after several instances of SCP-1501 had repeatedly raised money for several charities designed around the giving habits of wealthy resident ██ ██████. After ██ ██████ reported SCP-1501 phenomenon to local authorities, Foundation agents investigated and were able to document SCP-1501's effect. Foundation operatives were able to contain them on 9/19/19██, and they were classified as Euclid. Since then, approximately 56 additional instances of SCP-1501 have been contained.
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Addendum 1501-A: Document created by SCP-1501, to advertise the "Help The Homeless: What If That Was YOU!!!???", found within the former home of ██ ██████. Document had been created by an SCP-1501 instance, and appeared similar to other documents created by it, with minor changes made to reference the homeless instead of starving children.
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Helping out the HOMELESS is the most important cause a wealthy citizen such as yourself can donate to? After all, what if it was YOU stuck on the STREETS, eating nothing but GARBAGE and DEPRAVITY? That is what the HOMELESS in CHICAGO go through every day! Imagine having to crawl on your belly, through a whole LOAD of WASTE MATERIAL, just to eat A SINGLE BEET? THIS IS WHAT REAL LIFE IS LIKE
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IF ONLY there was a KIND, BRAVE, HANDSOME STALLION who could RESCUE the POOR, DESPERATE PEOPLE WHO need THEIR HELP.
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THE CHOICE is YOURS.
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Addendum 1501-B: Document recovered from a Manna Charitable Foundation facility in █████ ████, GA.
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We must be doing more about those bum bots. I thought they were going to be a great way to get the word out, but they're just attacking people for money. Like parasites! A lot of people have a hard time trusting us already, and this is just gonna add more fuel to the fire. Peter was asking around for who donated them, and we think he had… ulterior motives. They're mostly attacking folks in the same business as them. I told you Wehrner, you just can't trust these people! They say their device does one thing, and it does, but there's always a dang catch. Hopefully, this crane we got to clean up will be the last time we have to deal with them.
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Addendum 1501-C: As is standard procedure, the Object Classification for SCP-1501 was reviewed following an instance assaulting a Site Director during a containment breach. This review has resulted in a continuation of the Euclid object class, with disassembly of all instances becoming a part of its containment.
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Addendum 1501-D:Leaked data from Manna Charitable Foundation suggests that several SCP-1501 instances will be relocated to a future MCF facility at Ontario, Canada. If the existence of the facility is verified, SCP-1501 instances are to be intercepted.
Special Containment Procedures: As living specimens of SCP-1560 currently cannot be contained by any means available to the Foundation, Mobile Task Force Lambda-4 "Birdwatchers" is currently tasked with tracking known populations of SCP-1560. Deceased specimens of SCP-1560 are stored in standard cryogenic biological storage units at Site ██, and personnel may gain access to said specimens with prior permission from at least two (2) Level 3 Senior Researchers.
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Description: SCP-1560 is a species of animal of presumed extradimensional origin resembling Thalassarche melanophrys, or the Black-Browed Albatross, with the notable exception of its unusually large size, eyes, and complete lack of legs or feet. Adult SCP-1560 can grow to wingspans of over 3.8m (approximately three times that of T. melanophrys), and appear to have lifespans exceeding that of the duration under which the Foundation has had SCP-1560 under observation (approximately ██ years). SCP-1560's eyes differ greatly from that of terrestrial avians, as they have compound eyes that have been determined via testing to be extraordinarily sensitive to ultraviolet light.
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SCP-1560 populations exist in small familial groups at an altitude of no less than 8,100 m above sea level, of which the Foundation is currently tracking six (6)eight (8) fifteen (15) known families. SCP-1560's behavior is similar to that of a terrestrial marine avian, with the exception that SCP-1560 does not land, and only drops below an altitude of 8,100 m to feed, at which point specimens completely disappear for a period of five (5) to ten (10) minutes. Long-range photography and extensive study of the behavior of SCP-1560 suggests that hunting specimens displace into an extradimensional space inhabited by a species of large cephalopod which form the primary diet of SCP-1560; SCP-1560 specimens often bear wounds or scars similar to those seen on sperm whales that hunt deep-sea giant squid.
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Addendum 1560-01: Log of Significant SCP-1560 Individuals
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Designation: SCP-1560-01
+Description: The largest and oldest known specimen, SCP-1560-01 appears to be a highly intelligent male with a wingspan of 3.86 m. It was an adult at time of documentation and is still alive after ██ years of Foundation observation, thus making it the current baseline of maximum lifespan for SCP-1560. SCP-1560-01 led a flock of eight (8) specimens, of which one disappeared and has not been seen since the Foundation's attempt to capture it. SCP-1560-01 is mildly aggressive and will chase off Foundation aircraft that approach within 500 m of its flock.
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Designation: SCP-1560-08
+Description: A mature female specimen, SCP-1560-08 was observed on ██/█/██ to disappear for a period of approximately eighteen (18) minutes, after which it reappeared with three (3) apparently newborn specimens of SCP-1560, designated SCP-1560-29, SCP-1560-30 and SCP-1560-31.
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Designation: SCP-1560-21
+Description: SCP-1560-21 reappeared badly wounded from a "hunting dive" on ██/██/██. It managed to stay airborne in a state of extreme distress for approximately one hour before succumbing to its injuries and falling out of the sky, after which it was retrieved by MTF Lambda-4 members. SCP-1560-21's remains are cryogenically frozen at Site ██, as well as its stomach contents and the fragments of barbed tentacle that were embedded in its wounds.
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+Description: [DATA EXPUNGED]. Wreckage of Roc One-Niner retrieved from crash site with no complications. No survivors.
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Addendum 1560-02: Observer Note
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To date, SCP-1560 have only ever been observed cruising in an East-to-West direction, regardless of prevailing winds or hemisphere. The significance of this discovery is under investigation.
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Dr. █████████
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Addendum 1560-03: Observer Note
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While we have been extraordinarily lucky so far, the nominal cruising altitude of SCP-1560 combined with their large size and increasing numbers means that it's only a matter of time before we have an incident with a civilian aircraft involved. Until such time that a permanent containment procedure can be developed, we may have to consider culling SCP-1560's numbers by exterminating one or more of their flocks.
Special Containment Procedures: Due the nature of the anomaly, SCP-1647 cannot be physically contained. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 ("Substitute Teachers") is to track every report regarding anomalous behaviors of high school teachers from the Southern United States.
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Each SCP-1647 event is to be suppressed from the media with Covering Protocols 109-Wainscott ("Damage by Vandals") and 183-Boston ("Stress Suicide"). Class B amnestics are to be administered to civilians witnessing an occurrence of SCP-1647. Individuals affected by SCP-1647 are to be temporarily contained in separate modified humanoid containment chambers until the dissipation of the said effects. The walls and the floor of these chambers are to be padded to prevent self-harm.
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Class C amnestics are to be administered once the individuals recover from SCP-1647’s effects.
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Covering Protocol 170-Příbor ("Custody for Psychiatric Evaluation") is to be used prior the acquisition of affected individuals.
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Update: As per 200█/██/██, SCP-1647 has been reclassified as Neutralized. No Special Containment Procedures are deemed necessary.
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Update: As per 200█/██/██, SCP-1647 has been reclassified as Keter. Previous Special Containment Procedures are to be re-enacted.
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Newly found instances of SCP-1647-A are to be deprived of their inner workings and contained in separate standard security safes in Site-15. Personnel with former teaching careers are to evacuate Site-15 until the instances of SCP-1647-A are deemed safe.
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Description: SCP-1647 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting high school teachers in the Southern United States. Subjects affected by SCP-1647 display erratic and illogical behaviors, showing no apparent awareness nor concern for themselves and others. Affected individuals often perform nonsensical and random actions, such as attempting to climb the nearest building undressed or play "catch" with the school's furniture, often severely injuring themselves and/or other faculty members. At time of writing, no student has ever been harmed by the affected teachers.
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Affected individuals will continue to display their anomalous behaviors for five (5) hours. The subjects claim to be aware of their actions, but are not able to reason during this condition. SCP-1647 seems to mostly occur during class works and important scholastic events. SCP-1647 has never occurred during school trips.
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The first confirmed instance of SCP-1647 occurred on 199█/██/██ in the █████ High School, Louisiana, where it was initially identified as a single Extranormal Event, designated as ExE-3562. The following is the original report regarding ExE-3562.
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Event Description: Every teacher of the █████ High School simultaneously displayed abnormal behaviors during and after a standardized Math test for exactly 5 hours. Students and other faculty members report various teachers licking blackboards and the Physical Education teacher throwing a urinal from the building's roof, resulting in the injury of █ faculty members.
+Date of Occurrence: 199█/██/██
+Location: █████ High School, █████, Louisiana.
+Follow-up Actions Taken: Local media suppressed. Injured individuals treated on-site. Class B amnestics administered to students and faculty members. Cover-up story regarding vandalism enacted.
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Following this event, SCP-1647 has occurred ███ times. SCP-1647 has been classified Keter as of 199█/██/██.
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Addendum 1647-1: Incident 1647-Alpha.
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On 200█/██/██, an SCP-1647 event occurred in the █████ ████ High School in █████, Kentucky. After the containment of affected individuals and the administration of amnestics, Foundation agents found a small luminescent sphere suspended three (3) meters from the ground within the school's boiler room. The item was later identified as the source of SCP-1647, and referred to as SCP-1647-A. Why it has never been found in other areas under SCP-1647’s effect is unknown.
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SCP-1647-A was transported to Site-15, where it underwent an operation of reversed engineering. SCP-1647-A was proved to be entirely composed of metal, with its inner workings being similar to transistor-based devices.
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During the operation, SCP-1647-A autonomously activated, causing to Professors K████ and F██████, respectively former professors of mathematics and physics, to display behaviors similar to SCP-1647's affected. Professors K████ and F██████ were successfully restrained by on-site security personnel. Both recovered 5 hours later.
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SCP-1647-A's mechanism was successfully removed and subsequently contained. Following a period of inactivity for 7 months, SCP-1647 was reclassified as Neutralized the 200█/██/██.
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Addendum 1647-2: Incident 1647-Beta.
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On 200█/██/██, 3 months after its reclassification to Neutralized, abnormal behaviors of multiple teachers were reported from the ██████ High School in ██████, Arkansas, identified as an SCP-1647’s occurrence.
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Affected individuals did not limit themselves to nonsensical behaviors, but directly injured or killed other faculty members, including other teachers, whilst no student was harmed.
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Upon the arrival of Foundations agents, affected individuals ceased all other activities and engaged in combat with them; six (6) individuals were terminated on-site, while the others were contained. Class C amnestics were administered to all present. All deaths were stated to have been caused by a fatal car accident.
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An instance of SCP-1647-A was found inside the thoracic cavity of Mr. C███ M██████, an English literature professor, and was immediately neutralized upon extraction. The instance was introduced in Mr. M██████'s body via surgery, as proven by the numerous scars found on his body.
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Addendum 1647-3: Document 1647-17-GY.
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The following typewritten note was also found inside Mr. M██████'s thoracic cavity. The source of the letter is currently unknown.
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WE ARE STUDENTS
+OUR SCHOOL SYSTEM IS SHIT
+TEACHERS DO NOT FUCKING CARE ABOUT US
+THEY TREAT US LIKE MACHINES
+THEY ALWAYS LAUGH WHEN WE SCREW UP
+THEY ALWAYS ACT LIKE BUFFOONS
+WE WILL NO LONGER TOLERATE THIS
+HUNDREDS OF STUDENTS COMMIT SUICIDE BECAUSE SCHOOL IS TOO HARD AND THE TEACHERS DO NOT CARE
+BUT NOW IT IS OUR TURN TO LAUGH AT THEM
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Two similar notes were then found within other instances of SCP-1647-A from other SCP-1647’s events. The Foundation currently contains only 10 instances of SCP-1647-A, despite it having occurred over ███ times at time of writing. For a full list of SCP-1647 events, please read Document 1647-19-TH.
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Addendum 1647-4: Notes on SCP-1647's current status.
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SCP-1647 no longer manifests with its previously stated pattern. SCP-1647 events now occur randomly, varying from 3 to 54 times a year. However, while their actions are invariably dangerous, affected individuals have not directly harmed others a second time, with the exception of Foundation personnel.
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SCP-1647 has been reclassified as Keter as of 200█/██/██.
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= LEVEL 3/1647 CLEARANCE REQUIRED =
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Addendum 1647-5: Request for Procedure 176-Gettysburg's initiation.
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On 200█/██/██, Dr. Arthur Leisse, Site-15's HMCL supervisor, has suggested the enactment of Procedure 176-Gettysburg. Procedure 176-Gettysburg consists of the raid of all the high schools located in the Southern United States and the termination of all the possibly involved personnel. As Procedure 176-Gettysburg's enablement may require excessive efforts for both execution and covering, and that SCP-1647-A's creators may be underage civilians, Dr. Leisse's request is currently under consideration of the Ethics Committee.
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The situation is getting out of control. If we don't act now, SCP-1647's may expand its area of effect. Procedure 176-Gettysburg must be enabled immediately. It's not different from what we've done in 19██, after all. -Dr. Arthur Leisse, Site-15's HMCL Supervisor.
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The enactment of Procedure 144-Washington in 19██ was deemed necessary for the protection of mankind. Procedure 176-Gettysburg isn't. For now, we will take it in consideration. -O5-7
Special Containment Procedures: Local disinformation campaigns are to be maintained in all cities hosting an instance of SCP-1698, with the intent to make all local residents or governmental officials believe that the locations are abandoned, closed for renovation, or otherwise off-limits. All locations are provided with portable generators and sufficient fuel to run them for no less than 30 days, in addition to supplies to accommodate up to 20 people for the same timeframe.
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Any personnel or civilians trapped by an expansion event are to be offered a mercy termination.
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Description: SCP-1698 is a phenomenon affecting 3 buildings: a 12-story hotel in ████, ██, USA; a 2-story boarding house in ████, France; and a 5-story office building in ███ █████, Brazil. The phenomenon affects these buildings such that none of them can successfully be approached by land. Although they can be seen, all attempts to reach them by foot or land vehicle result in encountering obstacles such as intervening buildings, extensive road damage and attendant construction, gridlocked traffic, dead-ends and road closures, and thick and impassable vegetation. Of note is that it is possible to navigate to locations immediately adjacent to these buildings, but invariably some impediment will prevent anyone from actually approaching the affected buildings themselves.
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All 3 buildings can successfully be approached by air, and MTF Agents introduced by helicopter have discovered that there are no discernible abnormalities inside the buildings themselves, aside from the expected amount of neglect resulting from long-term lack of human presence. They further report that it is possible to exit these buildings at ground level, but as soon as they no longer have a direct view of the ground floor of the building, it again becomes impossible to locate.
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Researchers installed on-site have not been able to detect any spatial anomalies or perceptual hazards, and O5 command has tentatively approved the usage of these sites for long-term storage of infrequently accessed non-digital financial and administrative paperwork.
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SCP-1698 was discovered in August 2010 when the Intelligence Office identified multiple simultaneous online complaints from customers, employees and residents of the affected buildings, all reporting the effects of SCP-1698. The Foundation confirmed these reports and within 5 months had purchased all 3 buildings and surrounding locations via shell companies.
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Addendum: On 2012-04-17, the areas affected by SCP-1698 expanded, such that it is now no longer possible to locate and approach any location within 37 meters of the buildings originally affected. Additionally, 2 more affected locations were subsequently identified, centered around a small municipal park in ████████, Australia and an abandoned warehouse in █████ ███████, Spain. A third location which appeared on this date was found to be an instance of SCP-2449. The significance of its concurrent manifestation is unknown.
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During the expansion event, 131 non-Foundation individuals were in the newly-affected areas, consisting of 37 pedestrians, 78 people inside buildings, and 16 individuals inside vehicles. All found themselves unable to exit the area they were in, due to an inability to approach any area that would be considered separate. I.e. individuals on roads could not access parking lot entrances, pedestrians could walk along sidewalks but not enter buildings or step off the curb, and individuals inside buildings could not utilize exterior doors. Attempts to evacuate trapped individuals by helicopter uniformly resulted in a failure of the individuals to reach the ladders due to intervening events such as sudden, extreme inclement weather or the ladders becoming entangled in trees or power lines.
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SCP-1698 has been upgraded to Containment Class: Keter until such time as it can be determined how to predict, prevent, mitigate or reverse SCP-1698 expansion events.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-1779 are to be kept in Alpha Building at Bio-Site 66, in cages large enough to allow for comfortable movement. Each instance is to be provided with $8.00 USD weekly in assorted change.
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Wild instances are to be collected with traps baited with silver, with civilians aware of the entities provided Class-C amnesiacs. If a wild specimen has grown sufficiently large, they may be culled and returned to Bio-Site 66 for dissection and research.
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Breeding of additional instances of SCP-1779 is permitted with approval from the presiding Level 4 Senior Researcher. Breeding pairs are to be provided $30.00 USD in assorted change once eggs are discovered, including no fewer than sixteen (16, or $4) quarters, sixty (60, or $6) dimes, seventy-five (75, or $3.75) nickels and two hundred (200, or $2) pennies. SCP-1779 should not be provided precious metals outside of testing.
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Description: SCP-1779 is a species of cosmopolitan nocturnal reptile whose diet consists exclusively of metal currency. Instances of SCP-1779 are not predatory, and do not show interest in animals commonly preyed upon by reptiles of similar size, such as mice or insects. Specimens generally grow to an average length of .4 metres long and are scaleless, with feathery manes around their shoulders. This is largely dependent on diet, and much larger specimens have been successfully raised in containment. See addenda.
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It does not appear to matter which denomination said coins belong to; testing has shown that specimens of SCP-1779 will consume any of several dozen different varieties of currency with no appreciable difference in growth, and it is assumed that other varieties will be accepted if offered. However, while the denomination of coins does not seem to matter, the composition of the coins do; metals more susceptible to corrosion will generally lead to smaller specimens, and more robust metals larger.
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When nesting, SCP-1779 will gather coinage into large, bowl-shaped piles in secluded areas. Individual SCP-1779 have proven to be extremely territorial of their nests, loudly and violently attacking anything that attempts to steal a coin from their hoard.
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SCP-1779 flourish in cities where their primary food sources are available, nesting in crevices under the foundations of buildings or disused maintenance tunnels. Wild instances have been known to commandeer the nests of other animals such as rabbits or snakes, or take up residence in the walls or attics of rural homes. On average, a wild instance of SCP-1779 may reach up to 1 metre in length, but usually less.
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Biology: Biologically speaking, SCP-1779 are unique in that their skeletal systems will utilize metals extracted from common currency in the place of most other materials, forming different alloys depending on their diet. Only SCP-1779's skeleton is constructed of metal; the rest of the body is constructed of nonmetallic flesh. At this time, research has not provided a satisfactory explanation as to how SCP-1779's metabolism is capable of converting metals into organic material.
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Waste produced by SCP-1779 consists of dull metallic dust, which increases or reduces in frequency and amount depending on the individual's diet. If starved for an extended period of time, an individual SCP-1779 will begin to 'shrink', reducing in length and weight. A minimum length appears to be approximately .2 metres.
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While this unusual skeletal composition allows for unusually durable bones, it also prevents individual SCP-1779s from swimming effectively due to their relatively heavy weight. SCP-1779 have proven quite capable runners and burrowers, and certain instances have shown the ability to move at speeds up to 52 km/h (~32 miles/h) in short bursts.
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Additionally, SCP-1779 have proven to have extremely strong jaws, which are capable of slowly chewing coins into small pieces for digestion.
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Breeding: SCP-1779 are capable of breeding if they have a length of .4 metres or more. Breeding pairs will remain together until eggs are laid, at which point they will part ways. Breeding may take place at any time of the year, though the late spring is most common. The number of eggs laid vary depending on the size of the mother, but universally have a diameter of 3 cm.
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The incubation period is approximately 3 weeks, at which point the eggs will hatch and the young will scatter. SCP-1779 hatchlings are extremely flexible until an age of about two weeks, and are capable of squeezing through gaps of no less than 5 millimetres wide. The attached photo is of an individual, approximately 4-6 months old, which lived inside a parking meter until discovery. This individual 1779 presumably climbed inside the meter while a hatchling.
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Growth Patterns in Relation to Diet: As stated above, most contained instances of SCP-1779 remain around .3 to .5 metres long, and maintain this size through controlled feeding schedules. However, Dr Bridge has authorized testing on SCP-1779-08 to find how large SCP-1779 may grow, if given the opportunity.
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SCP-1779-08 was born in captivity, and matured to approximately 0.34 metres long with a weight of 18.5 kg under ordinary containment protocols. A high number of gold and silver coins were provided to SCP-1779-08 during testing, as well as assorted change provided as required to maintain the nest. All currency was minted at a Foundation-controlled establishment, and transported directly to Bio-Site 66.
03/01/2009: SCP-1779-08 moved to a solitary testing Chamber 3 in East Building. Immediately provided with $1200 in nickels, dimes, and quarters, to be maintained daily; also provided 10 silver dollars weekly. SCP-1779-08 soon observed sweeping all coins into a circular nest, placing the silver coins in a heap on one side. Over the next ten hours, SCP-1779-08 was also observed consuming the silver coins.
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Every three days, SCP-1779-08 was provided with 5 more silver dollars, which were promptly consumed upon delivery.
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04/01/2009: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject was observed to have grown to .8 metres long from snout to end of tail, with a weight of 31.3 kg. Research team ordered to continue the previously established diet.
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06/01/2009: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 1.2 metres long and 68.1 kg. Nesting materials increased to $1800 in assorted change, and 5 gold dollar coins (97.9% purity) begin to be provided every three days.
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08/01/2009: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 1.7 metres long with a weight of 97.6 kg. Research team ordered to continue the previously established diet.
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10/01/2009: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 2.6 metres long with a weight of 277.3 kg. Ration of precious metals ordered doubled, and nesting materials ordered increased to $3000 in assorted change.
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12/01/2009: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 3.4 metres long with a weight of 411.5 kg. SCP-1779-08 observed to feed more often on non-precious coinage, and begins to hoard gold and silver coinage. Research team ordered to increase nesting rations to $5000.
02/01/2010: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 4.6 metres long with a weight of 620.2 kg. Subject observed to pick out and consume nickels and quarters specifically, consuming only one or two precious metal coins a week. Research team ordered to cease providing pennies, but increase nesting rations to $7000 in assorted change, plus precious metals.
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04/01/2010: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 5.3 metres long with a weight of 775.8 kg. Subject's nest consists of approximately 50% precious-metal coins and 50% assorted other change; change carries an estimated worth of $8500.
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06/01/2010: SCP-1779-08 measured and weighed. Subject observed to have grown to 7.7 metres long with a weight of 880.8 kg. Research team ordered to cut precious metal rations by 25%, but increase nest's worth to $10 000 in assorted change.
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08/01/2010: During the bimonthly measurement process, SCP-1779-08 attacked and caused minor injuries to Research Assistant Clark. Measurement was successfully retried several hours later, after calming SCP-1779-08 with a sack of 25 silver dollars. Subject observed to have grown to 9.6 metres long with a weight of 1000.3 kg. SCP-1779-08's nest covers an area of approximately 45 m2. Researchers are ordered to maintain current weekly diet of precious coins.
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10/01/2010: Over the previous two months, SCP-1779 was observed to go through a 'growth spurt', suddenly gaining a considerable amount of body mass. It was estimated to measure approximately 12.5 metres long and weigh approximately 1400 kg. It now will sweep its nest into a compact pile, curling its body around the hoard when asleep. When awake, it will repeatedly scatter and gather the hoard across the containment chamber for two to three hours in the early day, before calming itself and feeding. The reason for this behaviour is as of yet unknown.
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12/01/2010: SCP-1779 reported to be unusually aggressive when researchers and D-Class personnel entered its chamber for measurement. For this reason, Dr Bridge has deemed it unnecessary to manually measure and weigh SCP-1779-08 at this point. SCP-1779-08's nest is estimated to have a worth of approximately $12 000 in change, and $3.5 million, possibly more, in gold and silver.
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You have insufficient clearance for SCP-1779-08 Growth Log: Year 3
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Currently, SCP-1779-08 has a length of [INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] and a weight of [INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE]. Nesting rations are no longer being provided; at this time, SCP-1779-08 appears contented to remain inside Chamber 3 in East Building, and further containment procedures are not required. Personnel are to access Chamber 3 only when absolutely required. Controlled use of SCP-588 is currently being investigated as a means of termination should SCP-1779-08 attempt to breach containment.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1860 is to be kept in a sound-proof containment chamber of standard size for humanoids, for the convenience of overseeing personnel. A drainage system is to be incorporated into SCP-1860's containment chamber, with the purpose of transporting SCP-1860-1 to storage and disposal in Sector-57. Communication with SCP-1860 is deemed unnecessary at the present time, and should be kept to a minimum until further approval.
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Description: SCP-1860 is an emaciated humanoid entity. It is 2.1 meters in height, and weighs 31 kilograms. SCP-1860's head is abnormally elongated, and it lacks all bodily organs besides its facial features. SCP-1860 is enclosed in an elastic material that, while similar to nylon/spandex fabric in structure, was shown to be composed of hundreds of extremely thin, flexible strands of paper. This weave of paper has shown increased durability and flexibility compared to average paper. Attempts to identify the type of wood used to create the material have been inconclusive, with the closest match being the Hellbrunner Allee. SCP-1860 remains in a kneeling position,1 though it will not resist any attempts to move or transport it.
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SCP-1860 constantly releases a stream of water-based black ink (SCP-1860-1). The source of SCP-1860-1 stems from hundreds of microscopic orifices below its waistline. Approximately 5 liters of SCP-1860-1 is produced in 24 hours; this ink has displayed no anomalous properties when not under manipulation by SCP-1860, and can be utilized normally.
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SCP-1860 appears to be able to telekinetically manipulate SCP-1860-1 into various forms. This usually includes musical notation, such as notes, clefs, and accidentals. SCP-1860 will suspend these forms at 0.6 meters above ground and orbit them in a clockwise motion around itself. The musical notes and symbols created directly correlate with the rhythm of SCP-1860's vocal part during a performance.
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SCP-1860 continuously sings various arias and overtures from operas, and will only take 5 second rests between each selection. SCP-1860 is capable of altering its voice to match the various vocal styles necessary to perform a song (soprano, alto, baritone, tenor). In the case of an overlying harmony and melody, it will simultaneously sing both roles, though subjects will only view it singing the melody. It is also capable of mimicking a female or adolescent voice, if called for in the music it is singing. No underlying relationships regarding the selection of music have been found, as all songs are chosen from various countries and eras.
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SCP-1860 was recovered underneath a burnt shack at the edge of the █████ ████████ Fairgrounds. SCP-1860 was found humming quietly, with several minuscule instances of SCP-1860-1. Searches of the surrounding area has recovered several non-anomalous artifacts, bearing labels of "Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting". Recovered materials from SCP-1860's vicinity include burned posters speaking of its "mystical singing ability, a retreat for the overwhelmed". Forensics Agents have determined the fire to have started approximately 5 hours prior to the arrival of Foundation personnel.
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Act I of Der Freischütz, by German composer Carl Maria von Weber
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6/18/199█
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SCP-1860 performs all singing roles. During rests, SCP-1860 looks toward the floor.
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I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls, from The Bohemian Girl, by Michael William Balfe.
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7/4/199█
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SCP-1860 displays its ability to mimic a female human's voice, while in containment.
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Nessun Dorma, an aria from the final act of Giacomo Puccini's Turandot
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10/25/199█
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Dr. Reich applauds shortly, in which SCP-1860 was noted to bow forward in response, despite being isolated in containment.
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Incident 1860-A: On 8/10/199█, a 14 centimeter tear in the material surrounding SCP-1860 appeared. A collective sound of what is assumed to be hundreds of separate human voices was released, reaching 158 decibels. SCP-1860 was then seen to bend over and cover the tear from the view of personnel, and repaired it in approximately eight seconds. Two personnel suffered hearing loss, bringing about the addition of sound-cancelling material into SCP-1860's containment chamber. SCP-1860 was recorded to have stated, "I apologize for that. Serves me right, making my only listeners deaf." It then began to sing Va, pensiero, by Giuseppe Verdi.
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Addendum 1860-B: Once SCP-1860 was proven to be able to respond to external stimuli, an attempt for further communication was attempted by overseeing researcher Dr. Montalvo. SCP-1860 appeared to ignore all questions, and continued to sing the following song:
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Conservati fedele;
+Pensa ch'io resto, e peno,
+E qualche volta almeno
+Ricordati di me.
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Ch'io per virtù canzone,
+Parlando col mio core
+converserò con te.
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La gente amava e sentiva,
+la mia voce amorevole era necessaria,
+come uno dei primi,
+i segreti che ho sentito, che sanguinano.
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Un giorno ti dirò de la mia
+creazione, e la vita con il circo
+nato dal direttore del circo, la sua razza
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Mio Fuller, così saggio
+e il suo amico con la faccia all'ingiù
+hanno imparato molto di più
+più di quanto pensi.
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Upon later inspection, it was found that SCP-1860 had sung altered lyrics from Conservati fedele, a concert aria produced by Mozart. The following is a rough translation from Italian:
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Stay and remain faithful;
+Think how I grieve alone here,
+And sometimes at the least
+Remember me.
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While I by power of song
+Talking to my own heart,
+Converse with thee.
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People came and heard,
+my loving voice was a need,
+as one of the first,
+the secrets I've heard, they bleed.
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One day I'll tell you of
+my creation, and life with the circus
+born from the ringmaster, his breed
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My Fuller, so wise
+and his friend's upside down face
+Have learned much more
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However, SCP-1860 has not responded to further questioning from personnel.
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Incident 1860-C: SCP-1860 stopped singing at █:██ am, on ██/██/200█, continuing to kneel while looking downwards. Upon showing no intent to continue singing, D-███ was ordered to inspect SCP-1860 for any physical changes or development of new properties. Upon entering the containment chamber, SCP-1860 began to sing the main chorus to Don't Forget Me, from the musical television series Smash. 8 liters of SCP-1860-1 was generated during this performance, mainly from SCP-1860's eyes. SCP-1860 altered several lines of "Don't forget me", and replaced them with variations of "He forgot me". No further deviations in behavior were recorded after the song.
Special Containment Procedures: Each manifestation of SCP-1878 should be neutralised by the timely execution of procedure B-04 "Milkround" by assigned operatives. In general an instance of SCP-1878 will appear daily. Procedure B-04 is performed as follows.
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At 0445 hrs, assigned operatives must ensure that a Foundation-operated truck (LGV) is in place at the intersection between Alberts Rd. and Downsfield Rd. The truck must block the road entirely.
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At 0500 hrs, SCP-1878 should attempt to turn onto Alberts Rd. from Downsfield Rd. If the truck is positioned correctly SCP-1878 will be unable to continue and will halt. After SCP-1878 has stopped, it should be disabled by disconnection of its battery located underneath the payload platform of the vehicle.
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At approximately 0505 hrs, SCP-1878 and its contents should be loaded into the truck and taken immediately to Site-52 for incineration unless otherwise instructed.
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Any deviation from the expected behaviour or contents of SCP-1878 should be reported to Dr. Clarke (see addendum).
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Description: Instances of SCP-1878 outwardly appear to be standard unmarked milk floats (a battery-operated platform truck). Associated with each instance of SCP-1878 is its humanoid driver (designated SCP-1878-1) and its payload of a milk-like substance (designated SCP-1878-2). Despite extensive surveys of the area around Alberts Rd. (located in █████, England), the point of origin of SCP-1878 has yet to be determined.
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SCP-1878's steering wheel is non-functional, and it does not possess pedals or an instrument panel. However, it has only been observed to move when SCP-1878-1 is in the driver's seat. It is unclear whether the vehicle is capable of autonomous movement. SCP-1878's wheels are powered by a single battery connected to electric motors.
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SCP-1878-1 is an entity which appears to be a human male approximately 40 to 50 years in age. While SCP-1878-1 is externally indistinguishable from a normal human, its internal anatomy and genetics seem to be significantly simpler (further details available in medical report 1878-A). In general, instances of SCP-1878-1 do not display signs of intelligence and do not respond to external stimuli - with some exceptions. When seated in SCP-1878, SCP-1878-1 remains mostly static and faces directly ahead.
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SCP-1878-2 is a substance similar to milk in appearance and viscosity. When being transported by SCP-1878 it is always stored in unmarked glass bottles with aluminium foil lids. While SCP-1878-2 usually contains lipids and polypeptides (these often include non-standard amino acids), they are unlike those found in milk from any known animal. Consumption of the liquid is described as unpleasant but is generally not known to be dangerous; experiments into the effects of long-term consumption have found that while SCP-1878-2 is generally safe to consume, doing so often leads to digestive issues. The exact composition of SCP-1878-2 changes on a regular basis.
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If an instance of SCP-1878 is not neutralised it will proceed to deliver SCP-1878-2 to all houses along Alberts Rd. (located in █████, England) occupied by a family with at least one child under the age of twelve (17 households as of ██-██-████). One bottle of SCP-1878-2 will be placed outside the door for each current occupant of each house. SCP-1878 drives between houses, and SCP-1878-1 physically delivers SCP-1878-2 to the doorstep of a given household (this is generally the only time SCP-1878-1 is observed to move). SCP-1878-1 will also collect and return to the vehicle all emptied milk bottles left outside the door of any households it visits.
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Addendum 1878-A:
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The following is an abridged list of significant deviations from normal behaviour and contents of SCP-1878 with associated date.
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██-██-1991: Failure of procedure B-04. SCP-1878-2 was delivered to 22 households, of the 18 individuals who ingested SCP-1878-2, 14 reported stomach complaints and 1 was hospitalised with severe diarrhoea.
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██-██-1995: SCP-1878 did not manifest for 13 days.
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██-██-1995: SCP-1878 stopped in front of the Foundation truck used for procedure B-04, paused for several seconds and reversed a distance of approximately one metre.
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██-██-2002: SCP-1878 arrived without its payload of SCP-1878-2.
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██-██-2005: SCP-1878 crashed into the Foundation truck used for procedure B-04, damaging itself.
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██-██-2005: SCP-1878 did not manifest for 3 days; when it next arrived, its payload of SCP-1878-2 appeared to have spoiled.
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██-██-2007: All samples of SCP-1878-2 tested were found to be heavily contaminated with unknown unicellular organisms. Testing is ongoing.
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██-██-2008: SCP-1878 did not manifest for 17 days.
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██-██-2008: SCP-1878-1 turned to face operative █████ when it was approached and maintained eye contact for the duration of procedure B-04.
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██-██-2009: Failure of procedure B-04. SCP-1878-2 was delivered to 16 households, none of the 12 individuals who ingested SCP-1878-2 reported any ill-effects.
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██-██-2011: SCP-1878-1 turned to face operative ████████ and vocalised when it was approached as part of procedure B-04. Its vocalisations were unintelligible.
Documentation of iconography found within SCP-2088’s concourse.
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Item #: SCP-2088
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-2088 is currently owned by the group of interest Marshall, Carter and Dark. Containment procedures are currently dedicated to maintaining consistent observations and assessing the feasibility of an interplanetary mission to the facility. Foundation personnel working for United Kingdom-based front companies have business arrangements with Marshall, Carter and Dark to regularly attend SCP-2088 events.
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When not possible for a Foundation-backed observer to attend, listening devices are to be placed in the bags of the attendants.
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Description: SCP-2088 is a facility located on Pallene, a moon orbiting Saturn. The purpose of this facility is to act as concert hall and general event venue. Its apparent customer base consists of intelligent species residing in the Milky Way galaxy. Patronage is heavily segregated, with separate seating areas for eleven separate races. Each divided area contains its own seats, concessions, view of the stage, and atmosphere.
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The entry point for SCP-2088 on Earth is always an MC&D clubhouse. All persons who purchase tickets within the location are instantaneously teleported to SCP-2088 thirty minutes before the start of the event, and returned ten minutes after the event's conclusion. Access is generally limited to 45 individuals at one time, although this is not a fixed number. Events usually occur at least once per month, although there are usually 3 to 5 in a month.
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Performances at SCP-2088 have been recorded in length between 25 seconds and 3 weeks.
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Although MC&D only owns one section of seats, they appear to have also purchased the naming rights to the arena, as their iconography and logo appear prominently throughout the facility. This branding was how the area was discovered, after a Foundation satellite monitoring SCP-1683 detected an anomalous feature on Pallene's surface.
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Inquiry to MC&D through Foundation front companies revealed details of SCP-2088's existence, and current containment procedures were enacted on 10/18/2002.
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Addendum 2088-A: Selected SCP-2088 Observations:
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Event Description:Starwatch. Top of the building was rendered transparent, with spotlights pointing out different clusters of stars and describing how they will be destroyed at some point in the future. This concluded with a lengthy description of the eventual heat death of the universe.
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Act(s): Brief astronomy lecture, followed by stargazing.
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Length: 4 hours.
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Notes: Free t-shirt giveaway. Only shirts specific to humans could be recovered. Contained no unusual traits, and had the Marshall, Carter and Dark logo printed on the front.
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Event Description:Music. Several groups of entities1 performed music. Several acts did not appear to produce any sound at all, and did not appear on stage at all, but were advertised as distant masses performing with gravity waves instead of sound waves.
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Act(s): The only music acts with Earth-compatible translations on the schedule were named Jazz Ragged, Repetitious Mammal, and They're Certainly Dwarves.
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Length: 11 hours, 45 minutes.
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Notes: English translator of the first band's singer repeatedly said it expressed gratitude for the denizens of the milky way galaxy for coming to the show. Other acts have included references to 'greater-planetary area', 'greater Sol region' and 'collected citizens of the corporations'.
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Event Description:Comedy. One performer, who appeared to be composed entirely out of matted, wet, hair, gave a standup comedy performance describing various aspects of its job as a technician. As the show went on, the entity began shedding hair and began to make mistakes in delivering its jokes. The show ended earlier than schedule when the entity shed its entire form and expired.
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Act(s): Standup comedy from 'DAMP'.
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Length: 1 hour, 13 minutes.
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Notes: Several members of the group were turned away due to having empty body cavities larger than were allowed by the building policy. This is apparently a permanent change as several persons attending other events have been returned for the same reason.
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Event Description:Circus. Consisted of a reproduction of the Barnum and Bailey Circus act performed in the United States in the early 20th century. Contained no anomalous phenomenon, although all performers in the show wore MC&D logos on their costumes. In addition, all animals appeared to have the letters 'MC&D' branded into their backs.
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Act(s): An animal show, acrobatics, and a clown-produced play.
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Length: 5 hours, 30 minutes.
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Notes: All concessions being sold at the event consisted of typical carnival fare, such as turkey legs and caramel apples.
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Event Description:Fight. A large, translucent creature appearing to be comprised of several hundred gelatinous cubes was placed in a cage containing a brown, trapezoid-shaped entity covered with pulsating spikes. The second entity also had a gold band wrapped around it. These two beings vibrated and bumped into each other, with the creature losing mass as cubes fell off of its body, and this eventually caused it to stop moving.
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Act(s): One cage match between 'Cubert' and defending champion 'The Incredible Thing'. When pressed about the naming, the group's translator claimed they had been instructed to make up names when no coherent one could be translated.
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Length: 14 hours, 20 minutes.
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Notes:N/A
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Event Description:Vehicle Rally. 45 different vehicles, including two hovercraft, gas-powered vehicles, nuclear-powered vehicles, and helium-based vehicles were steered autonomously around a large, reflective track until most of them had been destroyed. Following this, the disparate parts of the vehicles were rebuilt into two large robotic entities resembling canines, which were then made to fight.
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Act(s): Crash rally followed by re-scrapping and re-cycling for battle purposes.
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Length: 8 hours, 45 minutes.
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Notes: Between the acts, there was a brief segment honoring one audience members's participation in the 'Battle for freedoms against those who sit' and encouraging audience members to enlist in their respective race's armed forces.
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Addendum 2088-B: On 12/23/2016, a memorandum was sent from persons representing the Marshall, Carter and Dark organization to a branch of S&C Plastics in London. The text of the memorandum has been included in this document.
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MEMORANDUM
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TO:S&C Plastics Atlantic headquarters.
+FROM:MARSHALL, CARTER and DARK Ltd.
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RE:Let's start over on this one.
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Greetings to the misters and misses of the Overwatch Council,
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We at MC&D can't help but to have noticed that your organization seems very keen on regularly attending sessions provided by our event services. We're concerned by your need to be secretive about this. You're not exactly doing the best job at being inconspicuous, you know, and we do appreciate your business. Send a representative of your organization to the pre-agreed location, and we're confident that a mutually beneficial deal can be worked out.
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Regards,
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Greg Chamberlain, European Director of MC&D Event Services
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-2114 are to be housed in one of four standard terrariums in a soundproofed, BC-L1 room, equipped with an airtight door seal. Terrariums are to be maintained as per standard for domestic rats, with a layer of pine shavings (cleaned weekly), a water bottle (changed daily), an exercise wheel, and standard toys for pet rats. Diet is to be standard nutritional pellets for rodents. All feeding and maintenance is to be carried out by hand; under no circumstances are automated feeding devices to be used.
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In the event that the number of instances of SCP-2114 exceeds thirty (30) individuals, excess instance are to be euthanized and their remains incinerated. Any wild instances of SCP-2114 are to be destroyed. Male and female instances are to be kept strictly quarantined from each other except in the case of approved testing. Offspring of the original instances possess the same anomalous traits as their parents.
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All tests involving SCP-2114 are to take place in rooms sealed from the outside; said testing rooms are not to be unsealed until all instances are contained or destroyed.
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Description: SCP-2114 is the designation for a colony of Rattus norvegicus originally discovered in a laboratory in ██████████, ██, in 20██. They were acquired by Foundation agents pursuing reports of anomalous radio activity and an outbreak of auditory hallucinations.
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The laboratory in question appeared to have been abandoned for less than █ days. Investigation revealed that the laboratory was owned by █████████ Incorporated, but company agents denied all knowledge of the location and its contents. The laboratory appeared to have been hastily stripped of all identifying material and much of its equipment. All of the remaining equipment was in a state of disrepair, as if it had been partially disassembled and/or destroyed. For a full list, see Document 2114-A
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When found, only █ instances of SCP-2114 were alive, along with the material remains of █ additional instances. All the instances were dyed with a two-digit number on the back, from ██ to ██ inclusive and ██ to ██ inclusive; this suggests at least ██ instances remain unaccounted for.
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Instances of SCP-2114 appear physically identical to the common white laboratory rat, and display normal behavior for their species. Examination has revealed no anomalous anatomical features, although slightly elevated levels of acetylcholine were present. It is assumed that SCP-2114 is cross-fertile with non-anomalous rats, but it is unknown whether their anomalous properties would be passed on to any offspring; testing is pending approval of the Site Director.
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When introduced to any sort of mechanism with complex moving parts, all instance will begin to examine it via vision, taste, and touch, including paws and vibrissae. After an "examination period" of 5-10 minutes, the instances will proceed to disassemble the mechanism, unscrewing screws and bolts, prying apart casings, disconnecting wires, and otherwise undoing all connections. SCP-2114 has been observed to use the minimum amount of force necessary to disassemble the target mechanism, and damage to the mechanism is rare and usually minor. Instances of SCP-2114 will cooperate to disassemble the target mechanism, displaying unusual levels of coordination, thus enabling them to manipulate objects too large and complex for a single rat.
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If SCP-2114 finds themselves unable to effectively disassemble a mechanism, they may attempt minor, controlled damage; for example, soldered wires will be bitten through, and glued seams may be gnawed. In such cases, SCP-2114 appears to focus on gaining access to all the significant areas of the mechanism as opposed to complete disassembly.
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Once the target mechanism has been disassembled, all present instances of SCP-2114 will examine the individual components with noses, paws, tongues and vibrissae, passing them back and forth among each other. This second "examination period" is usually of similar length to the initial 5-10 minute period, though it may be longer in the case of larger mechanisms.
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Once the secondary examination period has been completed, SCP-2114 will proceed to reassemble the target mechanism. As with the disassembly process, all present instances will work together to reattach wires, insert pegs, and otherwise return the mechanism to its original state. In cases where SCP-2114 is physically unable to return the mechanism to its original state, it will be made as close as possible; for example, soldered wires that have been bitten off will be bent so as to maintain contact with their original contact points. Once the target mechanism has been reassembled to the best of SCP-2114's ability, the collective instances will appear to lose interest and resume normal rodent behavior.
Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: One electric clock-radio
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 disassembled, examined, and reassembled clock-radio. Clock-radio operated normally when plugged in.
+Total Elapsed Time: 43 minutes.
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Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: One electric clock-radio, which was struck by Agent Alexander with a wooden mallet until it ceased to function and showed significant damage to plastic housing.
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 examined, disassembled, and reassembled clock-radio. Damage to housing was not repaired, and broken fragments of housing were ignored. When plugged in, clock function operated normally, but radio would not receive any known stations. Instead, radio produced a high-pitched tone reminiscent of a theremin, which changed in pitch as different "stations" were selected. Further testing pending.
+Total Elapsed Time: 56 minutes.
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Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: One electric clock-radio, which had been disassembled into its component pieces.
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 examined and reassembled clock-radio, which operated normally when plugged in.
+Total Elapsed Time: 28 minutes.
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Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: Random assortment of components gleaned from one electric clock-radio, one nonfunctional cellular telephone, one electric space heater, and one coffee-maker.
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 examined components for an unusually long time [19 minutes] before proceeding to reassembly stage. Collective components were assembled into a single mechanism of unknown function. Approximately 75% of available components were used; remaining 25% were ignored after initial examination period. When powered, the mechanism produced a high-pitched whining sound but no other functions were apparent. Further testing pending.
+Total Elapsed Time: 46 minutes.
+Note: Researcher D██████ reported experiencing a sudden case of tinnitus during the final 9 minutes of this test.
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Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: One Nokia-brand cordless house telephone and one Hewlett-Packard-brand desktop printer, both disassembled and their components mixed together.
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 examined components for 37 minutes before commencing reassembly. Instances assembled available components into a single mechanism of unknown function. Approximately 85% of available components were used; remaining 15% were ignored after initial examination period. When powered, the mechanism produced a "pulsing" noise that quickly cycled up beyond the human hearing range. Further testing pending.
+Total Elapsed Time: 88 minutes.
+Note: Mild headaches and tinnitus reported by nearby staff within approximately 15 minutes of this test.
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Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: One Dell-brand laptop computer [nonfunctional due to faulty motherboard].
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 examined, disassembled, and reassembled computer. Minor damage to housing noted due to gnawing required to gain access. When powered, computer operated normally.
+Total Elapsed Time: 67 minutes.
+Notes:How on earth did they do that?
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Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: 2003 red Volkswagon in "fair" condition.'
+Test Subjects: Twelve (12) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 initially ignored vehicle, but after approximately 8 minutes, began exhibiting interest. Instances examined vehicle for 132 minutes before apparently losing interest again; however, after a brief pause for normal feeding, instances returned to vehicle and began disassembly. Per Agent Alexander's orders, standard food and water for SCP-2114 was provided and room was sealed. Test continued via video surveillance.
+After approximately 3 hours, vehicle was observed visibly "leaning" to one side, as if it had sustained damage to left front wheel.
+After 8 hours, vehicle was in a clear state of disassembly, with engine components scattered over the floor.
+After 17 hours, vehicle appeared completely disassembled save for body and frame.
+After 21 hours, instances were observed transporting components under the body of disassembled vehicle; assume reassembly has begun.
+After 26 hours, flashing red lights were visible through openings of vehicle body.
+After 30 hours, nearby individuals began reporting tinnitus, mild headaches, and one case of sudden nausea. Test ended, and all instances of SCP-2114 returned to normal habitats. A partially-assembled mechanism was found under the body of the vehicle, consisting of approximately 20% of available components excluding body and frame. Mechanism was powered by the vehicle's 12-volt battery. When power was removed, associated symptoms ceased. Further testing pending.
+Total Elapsed Time: 30 hours.
Date: ██/██/20██
+Test Mechanism: One Dell brand laptop computer, one Sony brand stereo/CD player, assorted electronic components [see list].
+Test Subjects: Six (6) adult instances.
+Results: SCP-2114 examined components and proceeded to disassemble computer and stereo. Instances examined all components for 23 minutes before commencing reassembly. Instances assembled components into a single mechanism of unknown function. Approximately 80% of available components used; remaining 20% were ignored after initial examination period. When powered1, nearby personnel reported tinnitus and mild headaches. Instances then appeared to lose interest in mechanism.
+When testing room was opened, all nearby personnel reported sudden, severe headaches, and Researcher B████ collapsed. Strong interference noted in electronic devices as far as ██ meters away, and personnel as far as ███ meters away reported auditory hallucinations, including "screaming," "a high-pitched whining sound" and "wailing." SCP-████ became agitated at this time, resulting in [REDACTED].
+Agent Alexander entered the testing room and attempted without success to disengage the mechanism from its power supply. Failing this, Agent Alexander and Researcher Siemens physically assaulted the mechanism, knocking it on its side and doing significant damage, which ultimately disengaged the power supply. Headaches, electronic interference, and auditory hallucinations subsided within 5 minutes. Researcher B████ was taken to Medical, and pronounced dead on arrival of a severe stroke.
+Total Elapsed Time: 71 minutes.
+Note:Further testing suspended by order of Site Director Richardson pending review.
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation does not currently have the technical capacity to fully contain 2174; as such, containment is focused on managing information leaks and preventing independent rediscovery. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-5 ("Contagion") is to be deployed to investigate possible SCP-2174 manifestations and, if necessary, work with embedded agents in local law enforcement and media agencies to disseminate appropriate cover stories under Protocol KV-8699.
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Description: SCP-2174 is a phenomenon wherein a location spontaneously comes to resemble a stereotypical murder scene.1 Historically, the majority of SCP-2174 instances2 have been found in North America and Europe. All known instances contain at least one humanoid chalk outline, corresponding to the popular misconception that drawing such outlines to mark the victim’s body is standard police procedure.3 Other elements, such as human blood or police tape, may or may not appear.
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The body positions suggested by the chalk outlines are often awkward and unnatural, though typical of homicide or assault victims; some cannot be achieved without major skeletal damages. Signs of struggles and violence also frequently appear; however no sign of bodies being removed have ever been found, even in situations where they would be expected. DNA evidence recovered from SCP-2174 instances has not yet been found to match any known missing or deceased person.
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SCP-2174 instances appear to be at least partially influenced by their geographical location, although this is not consistent – for example, all police tapes found among American instances display the word "Police", while German instances alternate between “Polizei” and "Police". Different trends may also be observed over time, such as the increase in number of instances containing blood and/or other biological matter since the early 2000s.4
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SCP-2174 may also contain a mind-affecting component as interviews with residents in the area show they fully believe that a homicide has occurred and police investigation is under way, even when there is no corpse or police investigator at the site. Additionally, the sites frequently become makeshift shrines with people leaving flowers and candles for weeks to months after they have been cleaned.
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Addendum: Obscure references to humanoid chalk figures among murder scenes have been found in a handful of witchcraft/murder trial records from 17th century Europe,5 predating all known SCP-2174 instances. In light of this, historical examples of chalk drawings with similarities to known SCP-2174 patterns, such as the Cerne Abbas Giant, are being investigated.
SCP-2226 antimaterial containment unit under integrity inspection
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Item #: SCP-2226
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2226 is to be suspended within the 1,000 T paramagnetic field of a standard antimaterial containment unit1 which must be constantly monitored by at least one antimaterial containment technician and two armed security personnel. The unit housing SCP-2226 must be held within an appropriately sized chamber supplied electricity indefinitely with a power supply connected to at least two backup reactors. The chamber must be lined with a material suitable for blocking the 2.15 kHz radio transmissions broadcasted from SCP-2226.
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SCP-2226 must be stored at Lunar Site-13. Terrestrial storage would be needlessly problematic as a containment breach during atmospheric reentry would have catastrophic consequences and create immense censorship difficulties.
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Description: SCP-2226 is an extraterrestrial escape craft composed entirely of antimatter. The object is ellipsoid in shape and constructed from an alloy of the antimatter counterparts of iron, tin, and nickel with a mass of 847 kg and semi-principal axes of 4.10 m, 1.72 m, and 1.50 m. It has eight maneuvering thrusters arranged in two sets of four around each of its ends. In the center of SCP-2226 there is a 0.73 m wide circular, transparent hatch through which the object’s interior is visible. The hatch's transparency seems to be only a consequence of its composition, which spectrographic tests reveal to be a form of enameled glass, and not intended to make the surroundings of SCP-2226 visible (see description of SCP-2226-1).
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SCP-2226 broadcasts a 2.15 kHz radio transmission lasting for approximately 5 seconds every 7 seconds. Transmission contents vary slightly from broadcast to broadcast and seem to express the object's positional coordinates for any vessels within range of the signal.2
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Inside SCP-2226 is a compact control panel with several knobs and levers that seem to control the object’s maneuvering thrusters and radio transmitter. In the center of the panel is a tactile display consisting of a rectangular grid of fifty by twenty minute metal pegs which individually raise and lower to indicate internal and external conditions. Underneath the panel is a storage chest containing a small, stringed instrument composed of metal. Resembling a Vietnamese k'ni,3 it consists of a post with a main string running down its length and a sympathetic string attaching the main string to a resonating membrane. The interior floor is littered with fourteen empty metal containers once holding an unidentified purple paste (see event log 2226-B).
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Beside the control panel is a vaguely humanoid entity resting within what is believed to be a suspended animation chamber. Designated as SCP-2226-1, the entity measures 2.45 m in height. Its skin is a deep mauve and it possesses two pairs of upper limbs and a single pair of lower limbs connected to its torso. Its upper limbs terminate in a hand with seven webbed fingers while its lower limbs terminate in feet with seven shorter digits. SCP-2226-1 lacks a distinct head and instead has its main sensory structures (two large, pteropine4 ears; three nasal slits; one mouth with protruding fangs) centered in its torso. As no eyes or photoreceptive organs are visible5 on the creature's body, it is assumed to perceive its surroundings through echolocation. Its visible teeth suggest a carnivorous or omnivorous diet, though it has only been observed eating onboard provisions. As it hasn't been observed excreting waste it is assumed all metabolic byproducts are released during exhalation.
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A translucent mask is fitted over the nasal slits and mouth of SCP-2226-1, supplying it an unidentified respiratory gas from a tank beside the chamber estimated at 5.6 L in volume. Given that the tank has not yet been exhausted and appears to be connected to the interior wall, SCP-2226 likely has an onboard system that removes waste products from and recirculates exhaled gas.
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Event Log 2226-A: Details of event leading to Foundation recovery of SCP-2226 on 05/16/1999.
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05:13 Extraterrestrial vessel appears in flash of white light at an altitude of approximately 130,000 m above far side of moon. Vessel is dull grey in color and ellipsoid in shape, with semi-principal axes of approximately 30 m, 17 m, and 15 m. Vessel appears critically damaged with starboard side of hull partially molten and trailing debris.
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05:16 Vessel altitude 126,000 m. Five of eight thrusters on the stern of vessel ignite. Vessel achieves acceleration of approximately 16 m/s2. Entity or entities piloting vessel seem to be attempting lunar orbit.
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05:19 Vessel altitude 122,000 m. Stern of vessel explodes. Velocity proves insufficient to achieve orbit.
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05:25 Vessel altitude 113,000 m. Vessel ejects SCP-2226. SCP-2226 begins transmitting radio signal and its maneuvering thrusters engage. Entity piloting SCP-2226 appears to be attempting lunar orbit.
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05:29 Vessel altitude 109,000 m, SCP-2226 altitude 110,000 m.
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05:32 Vessel altitude 97,000 m, SCP-2226 altitude 112,000 m.
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05:36 Vessel altitude 82,000 m, SCP-2226 altitude 114,000 m. SCP-2226 achieves lunar orbit.
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05:57 Vessel impacts far side of lunar surface, resulting in an explosion estimated at 430 gigatons in strength. Explosion releases burst of high-energy gamma rays and neutrinos.
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06:03 No trace of vessel remains. Resulting crater estimated at 15 km in width and 4 km in depth.
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06:35 Foundation researchers determine vessel was composed of antimatter. SCP-2226 composition also ruled to be of antimatter.
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09:54 Magnetic Recovery Ship 7782 (“Faraday’s Lover”) launched from Lunar Site-13.
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11:37 As Faraday's Lover begins to approach SCP-2226, the object's maneuvering thrusters engage. The entity piloting the object appears to be taking evasive action. Faraday's Lover begins pursuit of SCP-2226, maintaining safe distance of 200 m.
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17:45 Maneuvering thrusters of SCP-2226 cease firing, having apparently expended their fuel supply. Faraday's Lover matches the object's velocity.
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17:56 Having evacuated the air from its containment bay, the crew of Faraday's Lover activates the ship's field generators and successfully recovers SCP-2226.
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20:02 SCP-2226 brought to Lunar Site-13. Preliminary containment procedures begin.
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Note: The antimatter explosion has been censored from scientific publications. Radar jamming has successfully prevented the detection of the resulting crater by lunar orbiters.
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Event Log 2226-B: Details of SCP-2226-1 activity following object recovery.
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05/16/1999 After SCP-2226 is pulled into the containment bay of Faraday's Lover, an entity can be seen within the object through a transparent hatch. The entity, hereafter referred to as SCP-2226-1, adjusts the knobs and levers present on the object's control panel with its upper hands and runs its fingers over the tactile display with its lower hands. SCP-2226-1 continues manipulating controls for approximately six hours following the placement of SCP-2226 within an antimaterial containment unit for indefinite storage. This produces no noticeable effects.
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05/17/1999 SCP-2226-1 retrieves a metal container from an onboard storage chest and consumes its contents. Container holds an unidentified paste. Upon finishing its contents, SCP-2226-1 returns to the object's control panel and manipulates its controls. This produces no noticeable effects. After two hours, SCP-2226-1 lies on interior floor and appears to fall asleep.
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05/18/1999 SCP-2226-1 consumes another container of paste. It retrieves a small, stringed instrument from the storage chest aboard SCP-2226. For seven hours, the creature plays the instrument by holding the membrane in its mouth and using two bows to vibrate its main string, pausing occasionally.6 The creature's mouth appears to act as a resonator for the instrument akin to the sound hole of a guitar. SCP-2226-1 then places the instrument in the chest and appears to fall asleep.
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05/30/1999 SCP-2226-1 consumes what appears to be the final onboard container of paste.
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06/02/1999 SCP-2226-1 manipulates the object's controls. Its movements at first seem methodical but grow erratic after a few minutes. SCP-2226-1 forms its four hands into fists and strikes them against the control panel. The creature then tosses several of the empty paste containers against the object's interior walls before repeatedly striking the interior of the transparent hatch. This activity produces no noticeable effects or damage to SCP-2226.
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After two hours, SCP-2226-1 lies against interior floor and appears to fall asleep.
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06/03/1999 SCP-2226-1 opens door of transparent chamber affixed to interior wall of SCP-2226. The creature places a mask over its nasal slits and mouth before lying against the chamber wall. It then closes the chamber door and appears to fall asleep.
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Special Containment Procedures: Owing to the immobile nature of SCP-257, Site 93 has been erected outside of SCP-257. Access to the interior of SCP-257 is restricted to level two containment and recovery personnel and above. Motion-detecting video cameras have been set up throughout SCP-257's exhibits to monitor any new biological specimens that appear.
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All biological specimens extracted from SCP-257 are to be examined, logged, and removed from SCP-257. Biological specimens are to be placed in one of Site 93’s temporary holding pens for study and threat classification. If researchers identify specimens they deem worthy of further research, personnel are to fill out Form 257-12 and follow appropriate research protocols. Specimens are otherwise sent to Bio-Site 29 for storage and long-term care.
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Description: SCP-257 is an abandoned zoological garden and park located in ████████, United Kingdom. The zoo itself, described as a "Collection of Curiosities" is named for a William Woodsworth, billed as “the greatest explorer and naturalist this side of Reality 12/3.14.” According to promotional materials found within SCP-257, the zoo was founded in 1899 to “educate the gentlemen and ladies of England about Nature, and the many strange Beasts encountered by Explorers on their Travels.” No permits, building licences, or planning permissions have been found that correspond to the location or appearance of SCP-257.
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Several signs and notices indicate that the zoo has been temporarily closed for maintenance, but the dilapidated appearance of the park and outdated equipment suggests that the park has been abandoned for at least fifty (50) years.
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At irregular intervals, animals will appear within the zoo’s confines through an unknown manner. These animals appear in the various enclosures at random intervals. Simultaneously, a hand-written manual appears at the entrance of the zoo inside the ticket booth. These guides detail the proper care and feeding of each organism and sometimes reveal information about its origin and acquisition. The animals vary widely in appearance, behaviour, and classification; many do not appear to be related to any terrestrial animals. There does not appear to be any schedule as to when these animals are delivered. See Acquisition Log W-257 for a complete list of animals delivered in the past ██ years.
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On ██/██/████, the following typewritten note was discovered pinned to the entrance of SCP-257 along with a guide.
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FROM THE DESK OF PROFESSOR WILLIAM WOODSWORTH, EXPLORER AND NATURALIST
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To the esteemed gentlemen and zoological enthusiasts of the Special Containment Procedures Foundation:
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As you are no doubt aware by now, I have decided to entrust you with my zoo and my collection of rare and exotic animals while I take a leave of absence. You are straight-thinking and responsible men of science and you will no doubt be able to look after them. After my travels through [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED], I've decided to visit the thirteenth moon of Enouious as the next stop on my safari. Naturalists and learned men such as yourselves will no doubt enjoy studying some of the splendid and vital creatures that I’ve discovered here. The viewing public will appreciate the new additions to my collection- they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen! I cannot write much longer; my indigene guides and I will be up early tomorrow to check the traps.
Five miniature elephants, approximately three (3) feet high. Guide states that "I encountered these splendid animals while on a tour of the Mediterranean."
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Retained briefly by Dr. █████████ for study. Genetic link ascertains a relation to the modern African elephant. Currently stored at Bio-Site 29.
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01/6/19██
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Unknown
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A very large decapodal invertebrate matching no terrestrial species. Secretes debilitating neurotoxins similar to that of a poison dart frog’s. Guide notes that "[it] can detect certain chemicals in the atmosphere, and interprets it (…) as a territorial challenge. Highly tempermental".
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Currently stored at Bio-Site 29.
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05/13/19██
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Pygocentrus sp.?
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A school of approximately 300 very small piranhas. Capable of producing bioluminesence through bacterial symbiosis. Guide explains that they were "procured from the Para-Amazon" with no further explanation given.
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Currently stored at Bio-Site 29.
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07/20/19██
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Brontotherium hatcheri
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An adult male brontothere. Guide notes that "making eye contact with one of these beasts, spectacular as they are, is to sign your own death notice."
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Currently stored at Bio-Site 29.
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09/15/20██
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Unknown
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Relevant information moved to Document 443/SCP-█████. See incident report 3-122A for further information.
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Reclassified as SCP-████ following incident [DATA EXPUNGED]. Request for SCP-257's upgrade to Keter status denied due to its immobile and containable nature, and the containability of SCP-████.
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01/5/20██
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Rhinoceros sondaicus
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A baby female Javan rhinoceros.
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No anomalies detected. Currently stored at Bio-Site 29. Possible release to a nearby zoological facility pending.
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12/2/20██
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Unknown
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A large and leathery pupa. Noninvasive scanning reveals what appears to be a human-sized, unknown invertebrate, possibly an insect, inside. Guide states that “this one will start laying eggs right after hatching. You will have a thriving colony on your hands in no time!”
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Euthanised and placed in formaldehyde. Currently under study by Drs. ████████ and ████████ at Site ██
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4/6/20██
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Unknown
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A heavily-armored creature with a crustacean-like shell, covered with bright yellow vegetation. Guide states to “keep this fellow under high gravity at all times.”
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Died on 4/23/20██. Remains kept for study.
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12/13/20██
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Kentrosaurus aethiopicus
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A juvenile male Kentrosaurus. Guide describes that "the meat, though delicious, is far too hard to safely procure and attracts creatures best left alone."
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Died on 2/28/20██ due to disease-related complications. Remains retained for study and placed in formaldehyde. Currently available for study.
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11/11/20██
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Dinornis sp., possibly D. robustus
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Believed to be a moa egg. Guide notes that "though the meat of the adults lacks flavor, the eggs, when prepared properly, provide a delicacy for young and old alike. Moa farming has already begun to rise in popularity in Scotland… I hope to establish a breeding population at St. Mary's in the near future."
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Currently under incubation at Bio-Site 29.
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6/21/20██
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Pan paniscus
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A troop of 12 bonobos. Guide notes that "the local ape-men appear to have domesticated these beasts and turned them into companions.''
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Currently stored at Bio-Site 29.
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9/21/20██
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Unknown
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Two deer-sized hexapedal vertebrates covered with chitinous armour, possessing mouthparts similar to that of an insect's. Herbivorous. Guide notes that "seeing a herd of these magnificent creatures traversing the floodplains of the Martian savannah rivals the greatest terrestrial migrations of wildebeest or ceratopsid." Guide details how to hunt and cook individuals of the species, noting that they are best served filleted and pan-fried, and taste like "succulent crab".
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Currently stored at Bio-Site 29. Unfertilized egg sac removed from now-presumed female.
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3/29/20██
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A group of twelve (12) birds of unknown genus, similar to cranes, with large wingspans. Extremely intelligent. Capable of imitating human voices and reproducing music.
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Described as “the crown jewel of the collection.” Currently stored at Bio-Site 29.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2623 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Adjunct Site-394. SCP-2623-1 is to be contained in a specialized, refrigerated containment chamber at Site-394.
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Description: SCP-2623 is a 27 year old human female identified as Karen Jones. SCP-2623 is capable of instantaneously transporting itself to a single location inside Adjunct Site-394 in New York City, New York, at will. Site-394 was, prior to its acquisition by the Foundation, a cafe on 52nd street in New York City.
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SCP-2623's ability has shown no limitations with regard to range (testing has been performed for distances up to 12,000 kilometers). SCP-2623 is capable of transporting both itself and up to 345 kilograms of material.
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SCP-2623-1 is the corpse of a 29 year old human male identified as Thomas Williams. SCP-2623-1 is extensively decomposed. If SCP-2623-1 is moved further than 1.2 kilometers from Site-394, SCP-2623-1 will be transported to Site-394 in a manner similar to that of SCP-2623.
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Discovery: SCP-2623-1's anomalous properties were identified after its death. Several attempts by emergency services to move the object to a local hospital were stymied by the object's anomalous properties, resulting in identification and containment by the Foundation (originally as anomalous object 436).
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Following several years of containment, SCP-2623 was discovered inside Site 394, past several security locks. SCP-2623 was disoriented but cooperative with Foundation staff who identified SCP-2623's possible anomalous properties (which were later confirmed during testing).
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Addendum 1: SCP-2623 on multiple occasions has claimed to have no knowledge of SCP-2623-1. Several followup interviews with SCP-2623 yielded no information concerning SCP-2623-1. Despite this, SCP-2623 is otherwise cooperative with Foundation staff. A test for the previous use of amnestics returned a negative result.
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Addendum 2: The following unopened letter was found in SCP-2623's former apartment. It is the only recorded reference to SCP-2623's anomalous properties.
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I'm an idiot. You've always known that. I think deep down so did I.
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But I don't wanna let you go.
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Don't worry. This isn't me not getting the hint. I saw the letter. I know you don't want to see me again. I'm not going to try to make excuses for letting you slip away. Work was not more important than this.
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If you wanna put an ocean between us, I understand. But I would be the biggest idiot in the world if I didn't try just one more time to let you know what you mean to me. I am in love with you.
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Babe, I am in madly love with you.
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Remember how you crinkled your nose when I blew out the candles the first night I told you that? It took me three years to get up the nerve. Do you remember when I had my wreck over Christmas and you cried and cried but never left the hospital room? How about when I proposed to you out on the lake and I fell into the water? I thought we were gonna have the rest of our lives to laugh about that.
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If you never come back, then I'll always remember your laugh, your smile… the good times and the bad. I hope the world is kind to you. I hope you learn to love again.
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No matter how much you wish I wouldn't, and no matter how far you go, remember that there's someone in this world who loves you. And they always will.
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PS. If you change your mind you'll find me at that little cafe on 52nd. Just… think of me and you'll never be alone. If you ever wanna try again… we can have coffee.
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Addendum 3: During a cataloging of items in SCP-2623's former apartment, an agent noted that the letter was addressed to a Karen James in another apartment from the same building. Further investigation has indicated that the intended recipient had previously ended a relationship with the individual now known as SCP-2623-1.
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Additional questioning of SCP-2623 has indicated that SCP-2623 and Karen James often received correspondence addressed to the other individual due to the close proximity of their addresses and the similarity of their names.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2824-1 is to be covered evenly by no less than five centimetres of regolith. Observation is to be maintained via remote security camera. At 2 month intervals, crystals at the perimeter are to be examined for growth. If growth from original observation point exceeds 10cm, affected section is to be pruned back to original length. Removed sections are to be collected and packaged for transfer to Site-76 for analysis. Experimentation on and attempts to curtail SCP-2824-1's growth are currently suspended, pending review.
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SCP-2824 -2A, -2B, -2C, -2D, and -2E are held in the Archaeological Mortuary Section of Site-76. Examination is permitted with written approval of Site Manager. Access to contained instances of SCP-2824-2 is currently suspended, pending review.
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SCP-2824-2F is currently held in a secure holding cell in Lunar Observation Site Iota pending transfer to Earth. To ensure compliance, any staff interacting with SCP-2824-2F is to maintain that he is experiencing a delusional episode and that he is being detained in a psychiatric treatment facility for his own safety. Upon return to Earth, SCP-2824-2F is to be administered Class C Amnestics and provided with standard Schizoid Crisis Cover Story 1B, then returned to society. SCP-2824-2F is currently uncontained. Further action regarding SCP-2824-2F is suspended pending review.
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Description: SCP-2824 is composed of seven objects, designated SCP-2824-1 and SCP-2824-2A through SCP-2824-2F.
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SCP-2824-1 is a flat, circular structure approximately 3km in diameter, located in the Mare Serenitatis on Earth's moon. SCP-2824-1 is composed of blue, macroscopic ideal crystals, with a uniform length of 50cm. The component crystals connect at nodes to form a regular grid. A crater 6m in diameter is located 230m from the edge of SCP-2824-1, within which the grid and its constituent crystals have been pulverized. The remaining crystals around the crater are black, fading into brown and then returning to blue as distance from the crater increases. In the outer section of the structure, extending from the damaged area to the edge and circumscribing the entire circle, the component crystals are irregular and take on a ragged, irregular pattern, intersecting at fewer points and a wider range of angles. At present, SCP-2824-1 exhibits outward growth at a rate of 4.7cm per year. Assuming a constant rate of growth throughout its existence, SCP-2824-1 is hypothesized to be approximately 32,000 years old.
SCP-2824-2A is the mummified remains of a male member of the species Homo neanderthalensis, found at the center of SCP-2824-1. SCP-2824-2A was found laying on a woven bier composed of flowering branches of the tree Malus sylvestris1. A single fruiting body was found inside the mouth of SCP-2824-2A, and a crude circlet of thorned branches around the head. A hand axe composed of the same crystal comprising SCP-2824-1 was found on the individual's chest. Cause of death for SCP-2824-2A was determined to be loss of blood due to a deep piercing wound in the lower left abdomen.
SCP-2824-2B is the mummified remains of a Homo sapiens male, found approximately 140m within the northern edge of SCP-2824-1. The individual was found wearing heavy furs and bronze jewelry, including a torque, rings, and crown. A bronze sword was found laying near the remains. All metal objects were heavily ornamented, displaying stylized nature motifs focusing on apples. Cause of death was determined to be asphyxiation.
SCP-2824-2C is the mummified remains of a Homo sapiens male, found approximately 95m within the eastern edge of SCP-2824-1. Individual was found wearing full-length white robes, an iron headpiece consisting of a band around the temples and one laterally passing over the head, and an iron dagger. Metal objects were heavily ornamented, displaying stylized nature motifs. Cause of death was determined to be asphyxiation.
SCP-2824-2D is the mummified remains of a Homo sapiens male, found approximately 47m within the southern border of SCP-2824-1. Individual was found wearing a leather apron and rough-spun tunic. Tools commonly used for forging steel were held in a belt around the individual's waist. The individual's skin was painted with a caustic blue dye in abstract swirling patterns. A steel sword was found lying beside SCP-2824-2D, on which was found a residue of dried blood. Several puncture wounds were located on the individual's back. Cause of death was determined to be asphyxiation.
SCP-2824-2E is the mummified remains of Arthur Rountree, found approximately 5m within the western edge of SCP-2824-1. The individual was dressed in attire consistent with a private of the British Army during the first World War. A patch was sewn to the breast pocket of the uniform, depicting an apple surround by thorns against a shield. Research indicates this is a crest belonging to the Rountree family. Standard field-issue items typical of the British Army during WW1 were found on and around the body, including a rifle, ammunition, rations, and an entrenching tool. Cause of death was determined to be asphyxiation. Identification was established based on documents found on the body cross-referenced with casualty lists maintained by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.
SCP-2824-2F is Arthur Rountree IV, a 29 year old male of ██████████, Wales, UK. On intake, Mr. Rountree was wearing heavy winter clothes, to which is partially attributed the minor damage incurred during retrieval. On his interior right forearm is tattooed the Rountree family crest, identical to that found on SCP-2824-2E. On his interior left forearm is tattooed an elaborate depiction of a sword, on the blade of which is written the word 'Caledfwlch'. Mr. Rountree has shown no anomalous properties apart from his appearance on SCP-2824-1.
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Objects in contact with SCP-2824-1 are highly resilient to the detrimental effects of ionizing radiation. Instances of SCP-2824-2 therefore do not exhibit degradation expected of long-term exposure to the lunar surface. Genetic analysis of SCP-2824-2 instances revealed instances B, C, D, E, and F to be direct patrilineal descendants of each preceding instance. Each instance of SCP-2824-2, excluding 2F, was found within 1m of an irregular intersection of crystals in SCP-2824-1. Each irregular intersection exhibited a major void, within which were found fragments crystalline material, all less than 1mm thick. After the events detailed in Event Logs 2824-1 and -2, it is hypothesized that these voids were initially internal, and that unstable growth caused the covering material to shatter, precipitating that translocation of each instance of SCP-2824-2 from Earth to the Moon. The mechanism by which translocation occurs is currently unknown.
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Event Log 2824-1: On 12/28/2016, containment procedures were initiated on SCP-2824-1. Upon removal of the first section of growth, SCP-2824-2F appeared at the site of damage. Quick intervention by Containment Specialist ██████ ██████, coupled with the proximity to Enclosed Rover Iota-2, resulted in the retrieval of SCP-2824-2F before irreversible damage occurred. SCP-2824-2F was immediately transferred to Lunar Observation Site Iota, sedated, and treated for decompression sickness and moderate radiation burns. SCP-2824-2F was then transferred to a secure holding cell and detained under observation. See attached interview log.
Interviewer: Dr. Richard Garfield, Senior Researcher
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Interviewee: SCP-2824-2F
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Once SCP-2824-2F was determined to be immediately non-anomalous, Dr. Garfield entered the containment cell to conduct an exploratory interview. This marked the first conscious contact subject had with Foundation personnel.
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<Log Begins: 15:33 GMT, 12/29/2016>
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Dr. Garfield: Hello, Mr. Rountree. My name is Dr. Garfield. How are you feeling today?
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SCP-2824-2F: Hi. I suppose I'm feeling alright. What's going on? Where am I?
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Dr. Garfield: Well, where is it that you think you are?
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SCP:-2824-2F I think… I kinda think I'm on the moon?
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Dr. Garfield: Interesting. Well, you are obviously not on the moon. You are in a facility operated by the Psychiatric Crisis Intervention Foundation. It appears you have experienced a major delusional episode. What do you remember from last night?
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SCP-2824-2F: Last night? I… I don't know. I was outside my flat, having a fag, and then all of a sudden… I'm on the moon. I remember it was cold, and I couldn't breathe. I was all light-headed. There was this big blue lattice or something on the ground. And a guy in a space suit? And then there was this… buggy thing, then a doctor's office, and then… Then I was in here. In this room. And this is kinda freaking me out, cause the gravity in here feels way too light, and I'm thinking that all the facts make sense and that I AM on the moon, but-
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Dr. Garfield: Slow down. There's nothing to be afraid of. You're merely experiencing the tail end of your delusion. I assure you, it will pass. You came to us quite distraught, but you seem to be recovering. Just keep repeating to yourself the phrase 'I am not on the moon' when the feeling becomes overwhelming.
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SCP-2824-2F: OK…
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Dr. Garfield: So, I'm afraid that you came to us without much information. It would be helpful to us if you could give us some information regarding your medical and family history.
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SCP-2824-2F: Right. Yeah, sure. I, uh, I don't have any personal history of psychosis, though I have been diagnosed with ███ and ███. I'm on ███████ for the ██████████ and ███████████ for the ███████. Do you think the meds might have triggered this?
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Dr. Garfield: Perhaps. Have you been experiencing any unusual thoughts? Compulsions, hallucinations, false memories, and so on?
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SCP-2824-2F: Now that you mention it, yeah. I've been having this recurring dream. Very vivid. I'm a sorcerer, mourning a powerful king. I'm crying, and my tears turn into crystal when they hit the ground. I forge a sword out of the crystal, and when I place it on his chest, he comes back to life. That's when I wake up.
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Dr. Garfield: Interesting. What about your family? Is there any history of mental illness in your family?
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SCP-2824-2F: Nothing that I can think of. Except maybe my great grandfather, Arthur Rountree the First. He went MIA during World War One. No one ever found him or figured out exactly what happened. Everyone assumed he died in the trenches, but Dad said once he thought he might've gone AWOL, changed his name and moved to Paris. Maybe he had a break like mine.
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Dr. Garfield: That sounds likely, given your current situation.
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SCP-2824-2F: Right…
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Dr. Garfield: Tell me more about yourself. Can you explain your tattoos?
Dr. Garfield: Please. Anything you can tell me will help in your treatment.
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SCP-2824-2F: Well… Ok. So this one- [ Subject indicates interior right forearm.]- is the Rountree family crest. We used to be part of the landed gentry, if you can believe it. That was a long time ago, though. Grandad was a dock worker and Dad drives a lorry. Hell, I only went to school myself to learn to be a proper blacksmith and stone carver.
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Dr. Garfield: And your other tattoo? Kaledfulk. Can you tell me what that means?
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SCP-2824-2F: Caledfwlch. Sorry. It's Welsh. I'm fluent, and it gets under my skin hearing it mispronounced. It's another name for Excalibur. [ Subject is visibly uncomfortable.] It's embarrassing. I told you my family used to be nobility, yeah? There's a family tradition that we… Oh hell, I feel stupid just saying it. There's a family tradition that we're actually descended from King Arthur. I'm ashamed to say, I used to take it pretty seriously. I must have read every book ever written on the man. I never found anything to link my family to it, though, except tangentially.
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Dr. Garfield: What would that be?
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SCP-2824-2F: It's a stretch. Apples are kind of a family theme. It's on the crest and we've grown orchards of them in the past. And the name Avalon, the island where Arthur went and from which he shall return to save Britain, just so happens to be derived from afal, the Welsh word for apple. But that's it. And, of course, that we can't seem to stop naming ourselves Arthur, but that's hardly evidence for anything except obsession.
Dr. Garfield: Thank you, Mr. Rountree. That will be all.
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SCP-2824-2F: What? But what about my diagnosis? What about treatment? [ Dr. Garfield exits containment cell.] Oh boy. I'm not on the moon. I'm not on the moon. I'm not on the moon…
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<Log Ends: 15:52 GMT, 12/29/2016>
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On 1/14/2017, SCP-2824-2F was transferred to Site-76 and remained in quarantine for an additional month. No anomalous properties were observed during that time, and SCP-2824-2F was subsequently administered Class C Amnestics, provided false memories, and returned to society.
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Event Log 2824-2: On 2/17/2017, containment procedures were again initiated on SCP-2824-1, against recommendations of Dr. Garfield. Upon removal of the first section of growth, SCP-2824-2F again appeared at the site. Containment Specialist ██████ ██████ again retrieved Mr. Rountree and transported him to Lunar Observation Site Iota2. Upon recovery from his injuries, Mr. Rountree was transferred to a secure holding cell. See attached interview log.
Interviewer: Dr. Richard Garfield, Senior Researcher
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Interviewee: SCP-2824-2F
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After stabilization of SCP-2824-2F, Dr. Garfield entered the containment cell to conduct psychological priming in preparation for release of Mr. Rountree.
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<Log Begins: 12:27 GMT, 2/18/2017>
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Dr. Garfield: Hello, Mr. Rountree. My name is Dr. Garfield. How are you feeling today?
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SCP-2824-2F: Hi. I guess I'm feeling alright. What's going on? Where am I?
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Dr. Garfield: Well, where is it that you think you are?
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SCP-2824-2F: I think… I kinda think I'm on the moon?
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Dr. Garfield: Interesting. Well, you are obviously not on the moon. You are in a facility operated by the Psychiatric Crisis Intervention Foundation. It appears you have experienced a major delusional episode. What do you remember from last night?
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SCP-2824-2F: Last night? I… I don't know. I was… Wait. Where did you say I was?
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Dr. Garfield: The Psychiatric Crisis Intervention Foundation. Now please, what do you remember?
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SCP-2824-2F: There's no such place.
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Dr. Garfield: I'm sorry?
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SCP-2824-2F: There's no such place. Not in the UK. I was looking at schizophrenia treatment just yesterday. Where am I and how did I get here?
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Dr. Garfield: Why were you researching schizophrenia treatments?
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SCP-2824-2F: Because I think I'm a fucking twelfth century madman and my dad's a fucking demon. Satisfied? Now where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?
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Dr. Garfield: If you will excuse me, Mr. Rountree. I must consult with my colleagues.
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SCP-2824-2F: Fuck off.
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<Log Ends: 12:31 GMT, 2/18/2017>
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On 2/25/2017, SCP-2824-2F was transferred to Site-76 and detained under quarantine.
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Addendum 2824-1: On 3/12/2017, Foundation agents embedded at Cardiff University reported a potentially anomalous finding at an archaeological dig site near ██████████, Wales, UK. During excavation, a large, previously unknown cavern was discovered, on the floor of which was found a circular grid design approximately 2.5m in diameter composed of fine white powder, identical to the regular pattern exhibited by the interior of SCP-2824-1. At the center of the pattern was found a series of three rectangular stone tablets, on which was engraved text in Modern Welsh. For full text, see attached Translation Record TL-2824-1. Analysis of the powder revealed a mineralogical composition identical to the component crystals of SCP-2824-1. The dig site has been quarantined as per Foundation Protocol ████ ████.
Description: On 3/14/2017, Foundation agents took possession of a series of three stone tablets from a potentially anomalous archaeological site near ██████████, Wales, UK. Text engraved onto the tablets was determined to be Modern Welsh. Complete translation is as follows.
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These tablets are a testament to my friend and brother, Arthur the Noble, King of the Forest and Lord of the Crystal Blade.
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Many long years ago, I came to this land from far away, and I do not know how it is that such came to be. My life had been simple and safe, and I lived in a world of wonders. I remember it vaguely, yet fondly.
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This was not to last. My mind was broken, and I was jailed, and sent across a gulf wider than any chasm, and came to find myself in the forest. I did not know what had happened, or where I had been sent, or how to return. I was cold and lost and alone. Such it was that I was found by the People of the Forest.
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They were short and stocky, and dressed in furs. Their leader made them take me in. They did not want to. The thinkers, creatures like me, were hunting them. There were very few of the People left. They were a dying race. Many of them wanted to kill me. But their leader kept me alive. He taught me their language. He protected me. He liked my name, and so I gave it to him. I survived because of him. I survived because of Arthur.
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I helped them. They knew many things of the woods and nature, they worshiped the apple and the moon, they were gentle and kind, but they were slow. I saw new ways of doing things faster than they did. I gave them better medicine, hotter fire, and sharper blades. They called me magic. I became a figure of power. Arthur understood my abilities better than the rest. They had, in a cave, a stone, blue crystal, that to them was sacred. He brought me to it, and asked me to make the stone into a blade. He believed that with its power, he could save his people from the others of my kind.
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The work was difficult. The crystal could not be shaped like stone. To any mind of the time, the task would have been impossible. I was required to use knowledge from my previous life, before my time with Arthur and the people of the forest. But the deed was done, and Arthur had a blade sharper and harder and more holy than any his people had ever known.
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In time, a group of thinkers came to occupy a nearby field. They hunted the people of the forest, ate their men and captured their women and children. The humans stole Arthur's son. Then Arthur decided to act. He came to me and asked my help in rescuing his child and killing the invaders. I agreed. I told him to wait until a night when the moon was dark. I told him that the moon, their god, should not see the blood his people spilled. He understood that the darkness would aid them.
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The battle was fierce. My kin, armed with tools the people of the forest could not create and that my mind had not conceived, exacted a heavy toll. Dozens of Arthur's people died, and the king himself was wounded. At dawn, I was the only human still breathing in the field, and Arthur's son was free.
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Arthur's wound was fatal. He lived for a time, delirious, beyond my ability to aid. Yet he was happy. He had saved his son, and saved his people. I had not the heart to tell him that I knew the future, and that his race was doomed. He asked me one last favour: raise his son to be brave and kind, and teach him my magic as best I could. He died, surrounded by his people, attended by his son and myself.
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His people looked to me to lay him to rest. I had been his adviser and his friend, and it was my name he had taken. I had them gather branches of the sacred apple tree, and wove a bed for him. I took a length of thorned branches, and twined them about his head. I took an apple, the first fruit of spring, and placed it in his mouth. With that, he was carried to the site of the crystal stone, from which I had pulled his blade, and laid him down. Through a stream of tears, I held his blade aloft, and consecrated him to the holy moon, and bade him return when the last of his blood was to pass from the Earth and protect them as he protected me. I kissed the blade, and placed it on his chest.
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I did not truly believe in the power of the stone, or of my magic, yet at that moment, something truly wonderful occurred. When the crystal blade was lain on his chest, Arthur disappeared. No trace was left, save a handful of dust. His people cried out, and gave praise to the moon, to the apple, to the blade, and to me.
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So it is that I come to write these words. I swear now that Arthur shall not be forgotten. I shall ensure that his son, now mine, shall not forget the story of his father, but remembers, and hands it down along the generations so that his line shall remember, that they are of grand blood, and that they too are brave, and kind, and wise. This tale, entrusted to the cavern in which Arthur was lain, shall some day be found and read, and will let those that read know that, in this time and place, there was a King, and that He died, and that He shall come again.
Special Containment Procedures: Armed Observation Facility 232 has been established 0.8 kilometers down the road from SCP-2865, disguised as a National Park Service (NPS) Ranger Station. Mobile Task Force Pi-2 (”Dusters”) has been stationed at Armed Observation Facility 232 in order to facilitate containment. Due to the semi-public nature of SCP-2865, members of MTF-Pi-2 are required to disguise themselves as forest rangers, in order to maintain Foundation secrecy. Any civilians attempting to enter SCP-2865 are to be warned of increased bear activity in the area and turned back. Use of non-lethal force is authorized for non-compliant civilians. Any civilian coming into contact with an instance of SCP-2865-1 is to be administered class-A amnestics and removed from the area immediately.
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The outskirts of SCP-2865 are to be patrolled constantly by members of MTF Pi-2, but SCP-2865 itself should not be breached, except under exceptional circumstances. Should an instance of SCP-2865-1 be observed attempting to venture outside the boundaries of SCP-2865, personnel are advised not to engage, and should contact Armed Observation Facility 232 for assistance.
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Description: SCP-2865 is a stretch of woodland measuring roughly 8 square kilometers, located in the Beaverhead-Deerlodge National Forest, in the southwestern region of Montana. Notable locations in SCP-2865 consist of a small dirt road, a collapsed bridge over a small stretch of █████ Creek, and a makeshift wooden castle, currently inhabited by an unknown number of SCP-2865-1 instances, as well as SCP-2865-2. The castle is composed of lumber and crudely stacked stones, presumably harvested by instances of SCP-2865-1, and contains roughly 198 square meters of floor space. Several rooms have been identified, including a large “throne room”, apparently for SCP-2865-2.
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SCP-2865-1 is the collective designation for a group of anomalous entities created by SCP-2865-2. The exact number is unknown, though it has been estimated to be in the hundreds. SCP-2865-1 are 2-dimensional entities seemingly composed entirely of calcium sulfate, colloquially known as sidewalk chalk. These entities vary greatly in size and appearance, with instances as small as 6 centimeters and as large as 4 meters having been observed, though they are usually roughly humanoid and between 1.6 and 2 meters in height.
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In their dormant state, SCP-2865-1 appear to be merely a chalk drawing, usually inscribed on a tree or other large, roughly flat natural formation. However, upon entering its active state, an SCP-2865-1 instance displays the anomalous ability to remove itself from its point of origin and interact with its environment. Despite possessing close to zero depth, SCP-2865-1 are fully capable of manipulating 3-dimensional objects. SCP-2865-1 appear to be sapient, as they have been observed to use tools and carry out complex tasks without assistance.
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To date, no successful communication has so far been established between Foundation personnel and SCP-2865-1, though they appear to have at least a limited ability to speak, see Incident Report 1/6/20██. SCP-2865-1 are believed to be under the complete control of SCP-2865-2. SCP-2865-1 appear to be fully autonomous entities capable of acting intelligently without the influence of their creator.
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SCP-2865-2 is a male human child, estimated to be between the ages of █ and ██. SCP-2865-2 possesses brown hair and eyes and is roughly 130 centimeters tall. SCP-2865-2 refers to itself as “King Jeremy the Terrible”, and to SCP-2865-1 as its “subjects”. SCP-2865-2 is in possession of a small piece of sidewalk chalk, hereby designated SCP-2865-3. Any image inscribed on a surface by SCP-2865-2 with SCP-2865-3 will become an instance of SCP-2865-1 within 10 to 20 minutes. It is unknown if this anomalous effect is inherent to SCP-2865-2 or SCP-2865-3. SCP-2865-3 has never been observed to wear down or disintegrate, despite being used to create dozens of SCP-2865-1.
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Research conducted by Foundation agents into SCP-2865-2’s origins have brought up a police report from Billings, Montana, for a █-year old child named Jeremy ██████ reported missing from his home on 7/2/20██. Pictures of this individual match the appearance of SCP-2865-2 almost exactly. According to records kept by the Montana School Boards Association, ██████ was expelled from his public school roughly 2 months before his disappearance for severely injuring another student with a pencil.
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Addendum 2865-a: On 12/23/20██, Foundation personnel operating at Armed Observation Facility 232 noticed a small handwritten note affixed to a nearby tree, apparently written by SCP-2865-2 and delivered in the early hours of that morning. In its writing, SCP-2865-2 expressed awareness of the Foundation, and extended an invitation for Foundation personnel to visit its “kingdom”. It appears that SCP-2865-2's awareness of the Foundation does not extend beyond awareness of the name and of extended monitoring by personnel, and as such does not constitute a leakage of confidential information. A full transcript of the note is included below.
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Dear SPC [sic],
+I know you have been watching me. I know you want to “contain“ me, but I am a force to rekined [sic] with. Mark my words. You want me as your ally. As a gesture of my good will, I will invite you to visit me in the Castle Jeremy. We will talk about being allied. But be warned, I am very powerful. If you displese [sic] me I will have you’re [sic] heads cut off. Bring gifts.
+-King Jeremy, the Great and Terrible
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Incident Report 1/6/20██: Dr. ██████, Director of Armed Observation Facility 232, decided to send a small group of Foundation personnel to establish contact with SCP-2865-2, with the secondary goal of capturing it for containment in a more secure Foundation facility. Personnel deployed consist of three members of MTF Pi-2: Agents ████, █████, and ████████, as well as Dr. ███. The personnel entered SCP-2865, where they were escorted to “Castle Jeremy” by an instance of SCP-2865-1. All personnel were armed with small sidearms, and Agent ████ had a hidden video recording device mounted on his uniform. A complete transcript of the incident is below.
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Dr. ███ and the three MTF agents are led into SCP-2865-2’s castle by an instance of SCP-2865-1. Seven others are present in the castle. At the insistence of SCP-2865-2, all four of them kneel before SCP-2865-2’s “throne”.
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Dr. ███: Greetings, SCP-2865-2.
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SCP-2865-2: (gesturing to its “subjects”) You will say my real name or I will have them cut off your head!
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Agent █████: (muttering) Do what he says.
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Dr. ███: My apologies, King Jeremy. How did you come to be aware of the SCP Foundation's activities in your… kingdom?
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SCP-2865-2: Some of my subjects saw your spies snooping around in the woods and watching us with little cameras! You can’t fool me! I know my parents sent you to bring me back to school!
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Dr. ███: I see our attempts at secrecy are wasted on you. How did you create the instances of- I mean, your subjects?
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SCP-2865-2: It’s easy, stupid. I just drew them with my magic chalk!
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Dr. ███: I see. What about-
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SCP-2865-2: Enough of these questions! Where are my royal gifts?
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Dr. ███ signals the three agents to bring forth gifts. Agent ████ takes a box of plastic race cars from his pocket, Agent ████████ takes a 20$ bill from hers, and Agent █████ takes a bag of assorted lollipops out of his. These items are presented to SCP-2865-2. SCP-2865-2’s face begins to turn red with anger.
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SCP-2865-2: (shouting angrily) These are terrible gifts! I hate you! (pointing to the largest present instance of SCP-2865-1) I hate them! I hate them! Cut off their heads!
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Agent █████ reaches for his firearm, but Agent ████ prevents him. SCP-2865-1 do not respond for a period of roughly five seconds. Abruptly, the largest instance lunges toward SCP-2865-2, pulling him off the "throne" and throwing him to the ground.
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SCP-2865-2: (crying loudly) Ow! What are you doing? I'm your King! I order you to stop!
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SCP-2865-1: No more king.
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The instance of SCP-2865-1 places its foot on SCP-2865-2's back, preventing it from getting up. It then makes eye contact with Dr. ███ and points a finger towards the castle exit. Several others move threateningly towards the Foundation personnel.
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Dr. ███: Don't hurt him!
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Agent █████: Come on, Doc, we've got to go.
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Dr. ███ But-
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Agent █████ pulls Dr. ███ out of the castle exit, and both they and the other two Agents begin to run back towards Armed Observation Facility 232. The log concludes roughly twenty minutes later upon arrival at Armed Observation Facility 232.
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Based on the events of Incident 1/6/20██, it appears that SCP-2865-1 instances are free-willed entities, and are not, as previously believed, entirely under the control of SCP-2865-2.
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Addendum 2865-b: As of 1/12/20██, instances of SCP-2865-1 appear to be abandoning "Castle Jeremy" in favor of a subterranean network of tunnels being constructed below SCP-2865. Due to the continued generation of new SCP-2865-1 instances, it is theorized that SCP-2865-2 is being held in captivity by the "colony" as a means of reproduction. Continued monitoring of SCP-2865 by means of RCV mounted cameras is currently under consideration.
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Addendum 2865-c: On 2/3/20██, a group of thirty-seven SCP-2865-1 instances (hereafter referred to as SCP-2865-1A) was observed to split off from the main population (SCP-2865-1B) and return to "Castle Jeremy", accompanied by SCP-2865-2. Shortly thereafter, violent conflict between the two groups occurred, apparently in an attempt by SCP-2865-1B to recover their only means of reproduction. The attempt was unsuccessful, and the SCP-2865-1A colony began to grow at a rapid rate. On 2/11/20██, several dozen instances from SCP-2865-1B attempted to breach containment. Members of MTF-Pi-2 were dispatched armed with high powered hoses, but several instances are currently unaccounted for. Since the events of 2/11/20██, several dozen elementary schools and crafts stores in Montana have reported burglaries. In all cases nothing was stolen, except for large quantities of sidewalk chalk. These cases are under investigation by the Foundation for possible links to SCP-2865.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3151 in Foundation custody are to be kept in mass storage at Site-22. Any testing with SCP-3151 must be approved by at least one member of Level 3 personnel.
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As part of Operation Ebert, SCP-3151 instances in the territory of Three Portlands are to be located and brought into containment by Mobile Task Force Beta-29 ("Just Say No"), working alongside UIU forces in the area. Any individuals dealing in SCP-3151 are to be interrogated for information regarding SCP-3151 distribution. Medical programs are to be established in Three Portlands to assist individuals who have become addicted to SCP-3151, as well as those who have suffered mental damage as a result of overuse.
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Description: SCP-3151 is the collective designation for an as-of-yet unknown number of liquid substances which, when ingested orally, cause the user to experience a compressed and immersive hallucinatory vision of a popular film. Each container of SCP-3151 was found upon recovery bearing a label reading 'Movie in a Bottle - the Next Stage in the Entertainment Vision from Westhead Media' as well as the title of the film it causes a vision of. Thus far, SCP-3151 has primarily been distributed throughout the city of New Portlands through a network of anomalous substance dealers paid through intermediaries by GoI-1783 ("Westhead Media").
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Individuals who have ingested SCP-3151 describe the resulting vision as being akin to experiencing the narrative of a popular film through a viewpoint shifting between characters from scene to scene. While this experience is described as lasting for the full run-time of the original film, in reality it only lasts for three to four minutes, during which they are completely still and unresponsive to all stimuli.
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This experience is generally described as more immersive than the original film due to the presence of stimuli relevant to all senses, rather than experiencing the film solely through the senses of sight and sound. Emotional reactions to the film immediately following the vision also seem to be heightened — whether this is inherent to the more immersive viewpoint of the viewer or a property specifically engineered into SCP-3151 is currently unknown.
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SCP-3151 is highly addictive and evidence suggests this is an intentional aspect of the substance. Observation of SCP-3151 use throughout Three Portlands has also shown that prolonged and frequent use can have an extremely adverse effect on the user's mental state.
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As the user ingests more of SCP-3151 and further visions are experienced, they gradually lose their ability to discern between reality and the narrative shown to them in said visions. This condition worsens as the user continues to ingest SCP-3151, escalating to a point where they are unable to differentiate between themselves and one or several characters in their films. If left untreated, this can lead to a complete cognitive breakdown. Amnestic therapy has proven to be effective in repairing damage to a limited degree by erasing memories of the visions provided by SCP-3151.
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As of the time of writing, fifty-three variants of SCP-3151 have been found and identified through testing. All known SCP-3151 variants grant visions of films that Westhead Media has had some level of influence over, whether financially or through other means. Known variants of SCP-3151 include:
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A faintly glowing liquid, bright blue in colouration, that causes visions of the 1982 film Blade Runner (US Theatrical Release). Described as tasting similar to Coca-Cola.
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A liquid, light green in colouration, that causes visions of the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz. Described as having a texture similar to that of sand.
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A liquid, dark brown in colouration, that causes visions of the 1998 film The Sundering of God, an adaptation of the Cogwork Orthodoxy creation myth. Described as having a metallic taste.
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A liquid, red in colouration, that causes visions of the 1974 film The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Described as tasting similar to orange juice.
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A liquid black in colouration. Label reads 'The Opening of Night, TBA'. Test subject displayed behaviour consistent with receiving a vision, but reported no memories of the experience. Described as tasteless.
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Addendum 3151-1 (History): The first known incident involving SCP-3151 was on 02/10/18, when several noted anomalous film critics were brought to the Three Portlands Mercy Hospital after being found wandering through the streets, quoting popular films and proving unresponsive to all stimuli. Investigation of these initial victims' residences by UIU agents revealed the presence of several partially-depleted containers of SCP-3151.
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Initial containment of SCP-3151 was handled solely by the UIU. However, as the spread of SCP-3151 use throughout Three Portlands became more pronounced, it was agreed that a joint containment effort ("Operation Ebert") between the Foundation and the UIU would be of benefit to both parties. Raids by MTF Beta-29 on the residences of numerous anomalous substance dealers throughout Three Portlands following this agreement resulted in numerous instances of SCP-3151 being brought into containment. This number has increased as Operation Ebert has gone on, and the presence of SCP-3151 in Three Portlands is expected to be removed entirely by the end of 2019.
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Attempts to contact Westhead Media in regards to SCP-3151 have been unanswered in the same manner as all communications following their expulsion from the American Anomalous Companies Association.
Instance of SCP-3223-2β, at rest on Researcher ████████'s hat.
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Item #: SCP-3223
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3223 currently resides in a specialized refurbished greenhouse containment unit, located in the botanical facilities section of Site-17. Access to this greenhouse requires Level-3 authorization; recurring visiting rights may be granted via written permission from the site director.
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SCP-3223-1 is allocated all of the gardening space within the greenhouse for use in its rituals, with at least 20 square meters of outdoor land plots set aside to be available upon specific request. Additional materials for SCP-3223-1’s funerary rites and structures may be provided at the discretion of the project director. A comprehensive list of materials and items allowed in SCP-3223’s containment is on file and requires Level-2 authorization for access.
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SCP-3223-2 cannot be physically contained, and are allowed to accompany SCP-3223-1 during its daily routine. A count of the beetle population is to be done twice daily. Foundation personnel must receive authorization from the project director (currently, Dr. Mark Kiryu) prior to initiating interaction with any instances of SCP-3223-2. Should any SCP-3223-2 instances approach a personnel member and emit vocalizations, said personnel member is to allow the action and write up a detailed account of the encounter, then submit the notes to the project director for review.
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Foundation personnel who wish to offer deceased pets to the SCP-3223 project may submit a request form to any Level-2 researchers assigned to SCP-3223.
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Description: SCP-3223 is a collective designation referring to a humanoid entity (SCP-3223-1) and its anomalous entourage of incorporeal dung beetles (SCP-3223-2).
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SCP-3223-1 appears to be a human of indeterminate race and intermediate age, possessing eyes with scarlet pupils. SCP-3223-1 has no body hair, and does not appear to age. The attire SCP-3223-1 wears is believed to be permanently affixed to its body, and consists of plant-fiber sandals, a long white linen robe with a shoulder strap, and linen cloth wrapped around the arms. SCP-3223-1 is able to access a functionally limitless supply of linen strips of various widths from its arm wraps, and has additionally demonstrated the ability to produce a substance identical in chemical makeup to Commiphora myrrha resin from its fingertips. SCP-3223-1 is docile by nature and seems to understand speech in all languages used to address it; however, it refuses to speak out loud, and instead communicates using simple gestures.
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SCP-3223-2 instances outwardly resemble dung beetles of the Scarabaeus sacer species1. SCP-3223-2, though they appear solid, are intangible and cannot be physically interacted with. SCP-3223-2 instances will nevertheless respond to human individuals as well as SCP-3223-1, including attempting to crawl on limbs and torsos, moving out of the way of incoming motions, and perching on the highest point of a human in an unmoving relaxed pose.
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SCP-3223-1’s primary anomaly involves creating instances of SCP-3223-2 from the remains of deceased domestic animals. As such, the secondary sub-designations SCP-3223-2α and SCP-3223-2β were created to refer to the SCP-3223-2 instances initially discovered with SCP-3223-1, and the instances created after Foundation containment, respectively.
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When presented with a suitable2 deceased animal3, SCP-3223-1 will cover the remains in a layer of resin produced from its hands, and carefully wrap the body in linen bandages pulled from its arms. SCP-3223-1 will then proceed to whisper to the mummified animal, and at the conclusion of these vocalizations, an autonomous instance of SCP-3223-2 will manifest, appearing to crawl out of the bandaged remains. It is believed that this ritual is similar to the sacred rites used by Ancient Egyptian priests to endow scarab beetles with the power to spiritually guide the souls of the deceased through the underworld, by providing answers to riddles whispered to the beetle prior to its death.
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The mummified animal remains will be interred by SCP-3223-1 in the nearest plot of land available, and depending on the species of animal, provided with additional funerary rites4. SCP-3223-1 will refuse to engage in this ritual if any humans, recording equipment, or non-feline animals are within viewing distance.
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It is noted that while SCP-3223-2β instances vary widely in appearance, all SCP-3223-2α instances are the uniform black color of non-anomalous dung beetles. Additionally, SCP-3223-2α instances will readily approach any personnel, while SCP-3223-2β instances will only interact with SCP-3223-1 and the original owner of the deceased pet used to create the instance.
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Addendum 3223-1: Although SCP-3223-1 does not speak, instances of SCP-3223-2 have been observed to emit understandable vocalizations, which can be heard clearly by listeners regardless of primary language. These vocalizations are heard in a low-pitched voice, only discernible when an SCP-3223-2 instance is allowed to hover directly next to an individual’s ear or when perched on the individual’s shoulder.
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Following a series of experimental trials to ascertain the content of the vocalizations, it was determined that SCP-3223-2α instances “recite” portions of spells listed in the Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead5. However, SCP-3223-2β instances emit vocalizations that are noticeably less coherent, containing phrases that are not present in the Book of the Dead (see partial log of SCP-3223-2β vocalizations below).
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Partial Log of SCP-3223-2β vocalizations:
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Specimen: male betta fish (Betta splendens) named “Orson”
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completely white in coloration
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scale-like patterning on outer wing covers
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eyes with silver iridescence, similar to the sclera of the deceased fish
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Recorded vocalization:“It means that I was cleansed on the day of my birth in the two great and noble marshes [unintelligible] Are you a grumpy boy today Mr. Orson, are you my squishy fishy give me a kiss! [unintelligible] Eternity is the name of one, sea is the name of the other. Fine you can have a little more food for being a good fishy just don’t get fat okay. They are the Lake of Natron and the Lake of Maat.”
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+Specimen: male cockatiel (Nymphicus hollandicus) named “Junior Senior”
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wings longer than those of other instances
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possess gray and white body coloration
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thorax and head colored yellow with red spots near the eyes
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able to produce a faint whistling sound when fluttering wings
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Recorded vocalization:“Junior, that's a can of cooking spray O my heart of my different not a potential girlfriend forms. Do not stand up as a witness against me, do not be opposed to me in pretty bird! [unintelligible] tribunal, do not be hostile to me in the presence of the Keeper of the Balance, for you are my ka which was in my body, look at that pretty bird!”
hooked forelegs similar to those of brush-footed butterflies
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Recorded vocalization:“Come for my soul, O you wardens of the sky. If you delay letting my soul see [unintelligible] will be joyful and the great god will proceed in peace when you allow this soul of mine to ascend vindicated to the gods [unintelligible] Sumi, good morning [unintelligible] hello Sumi [unintelligible]”
entire beetle appears to be covered in smooth fur.
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Recorded vocalization:“You're an awful wee gob sky encloses the stars purring away and blocking me from magic encloses its settlements eating my dinner and my mouth encloses the magic which is in it. My teeth are a knife, my tusks are the awwww beebee.”
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Proposals are underway for further experimentation, to discern level of intelligence in SCP-3223-2 and a potential means of determining what each individual SCP-3223-2 instance considers significant enough to vocalize.
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Addendum 3223-2: It came to Foundation attention that SCP-3223-1 would consistently appear disappointed with new instances of SCP-3223-2β, especially in the event of a beetle that produced particularly garbled vocalizations when deceased mammals were used for the ritual.
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For experimental purposes, Dr. Mercer volunteered to adopt a grown male scarab beetle from a hobbyist group and raise it as a pet; six months later, SCP-3223-1 was presented with the deceased beetle6, a live scarab, and a deceased scarab from a preserved insect collection. SCP-3223-1 performed its standard ritual process on "Gandalf", ignored the deceased specimen beetle, and began to care for the living scarab beetle as a pet. Currently, said beetle has not exhibited any unusual traits, aside from always remaining close to SCP-3223-1.
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The SCP-3223-2β instance created from "Gandalf" was noted to appear almost identical to SCP-3223-2α, and could speak Book of the Dead spells in unusually fluent speech. Of note, the "Gandalf" SCP-3223-2β instance would always conclude its vocalizations with the specific greeting Dr. Mercer would use when Gandalf was alive and about to be fed or allowed outside his enclosure for exercise.
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Discussion has been raised suggesting that SCP-3223-1 be given a small colony of non-anomalous dung beetles to raise on its own.
Special Containment Procedures: MTF Iota-20 ("Room Keys") is responsible for monitoring public records, police stations and news reports for potential instances of SCP-3630. However, as most instances of SCP-3630 are largely self-containing, monitoring should primarily consist of ensuring any instances of SCP-3630-1 and SCP-3630-2 have no memory of the events that led to SCP-3630 occurring. If any instances report being the victim or perpetrator of a murder, Iota-20 agents are to administer Class-C amnestics on them and anyone they have spoken to about the events.
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Under the guidance of MTF Iota-20's assigned supervisor, Dr. Juri Markell, instances of SCP-3630-1 with a particularly strong memory of their murders may be taken into custody and given a Hume-Lyle Reality Shift Resilience Test. Those with sufficiently high scores and applicable skills may be offered a position within the Foundation.
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Otherwise, instances of SCP-3630-1 and SCP-3630-2 are not anomalous on their own, and they can usually be left to participate in civilian life. On orders from the Ethics Committee, after 4/5/████, Iota-20 must report instances of SCP-3630-2 who planned their actions in advance to local law enforcement.
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Description: SCP-3630 is an anomalous phenomenon or entity that alters aspects of non-anomalous murders to create logical inconsistencies. These inconsistencies include but are not limited to:
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Locking the door or other entrance to the area where the murder occurred from the inside or outside
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Removing other points of access and exit from the area, such as windows or grates
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Damaging or otherwise altering the weapon used in the murder so that it does not function properly
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Altering aspects of the area so that the murder would have been noticed by others, such as causing a door or floorboard to make noise when moved or removing a wall blocking off access to the area
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The introduction of large groups of people into the area who under most circumstances would not have been present, preventing the murderer from accessing their victim
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These inconsistencies will never completely prevent access to the area where the murder occurred, and overall will not be seen as anomalous by most sentient beings. The majority of people who have become aware of the changes created by SCP-3630 are Foundation employees scoring more than 90 on the Hume-Lyle Reality Shift Resilience Test.
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After these logical inconsistencies are introduced, the murder itself will cease to exist, and any victims will no longer be deceased. These former victims are then classified as SCP-3630-1. Victims usually emerge from other parts of the building or area in which they were killed with no memory of the crime. Any others who witnessed their deaths or their subsequent returns also have no memory of the murders occurring, and do not process that anything anomalous has occurred.
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Those who committed the murders also have no memory of the events occurring, and are then classified as SCP-3630-2. If the murder was planned before it occurred, they will believe that some previously unforeseen event or circumstance diverted them from their previous plans, usually for vague and inconsistent reasons such as being "in the wrong place" or because "the timing wasn't right."
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Discovery: SCP-3630 was discovered when Dr. Burgundy Lowell, who had been trained to recognize the effects of CK-Class Reality Shifts due to his previous work with SCP-███ and had a Hume-Lyle score of 101, was murdered by his former Research Assistant Valerie Kind in his office at Site-140. Upon emerging from the men's bathroom down the hall, Lowell retained memories of the event and reported it to site security. Upon reaching his office, it was discovered that the door had been locked from the outside, although there were no signs of a forced exit. After she was found in the site canteen, Kind claimed she had postponed her murder attempt because she "didn't like the way the room looked."
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The circumstances of the event reminded Site-140 Agent M. Carter of an event a month earlier involving Cara Baker, a civilian who he was intermittently monitoring due to an encounter she had with SCP-████ two years earlier.1 Ms. Baker had recently called 911, claiming that her ex-husband, Ryan Baker, had murdered her.
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Excerpt from 911 call between Cara Baker and an operator, 2/10/████
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Operator: 911, emergency.
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Cara Baker: Oh god! Please help! Oh god!
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Operator: Ma'am, can you calm down for me? Can-
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Cara Baker: It's my husband. My husband, he's killed me. He fucking killed me.
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Operator: Ma'am, calm down. You're hurt? I'm sending an ambulance right now.
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Cara Baker: I should be- I should be, I don't know. I'm not bleeding.
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Operator: Okay. Where were you hurt? Can you find where you were hurt?
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Cara Baker: In my chest. He shot- I've been shot. My chest. Why am I speaking?
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Operator: Okay, an ambulance is on its way, ma'am. Do you know where your husband is?
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Cara Baker: He…
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[Ms. Baker pauses. Five seconds of silence.]
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Operator: Ma'am?
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Cara Baker: He was just here. Oh god. We were on the porch and he ran into the backyard, he…
Emergency workers who arrived on the scene believed Ms. Baker's beliefs were the result of a psychotic break resulting from stress due to her recent divorce, and she was kept under watch at ████████ ████ Hospital for five days. Upon leaving care, Ms. Baker believed that this was true and showed no further signs of acknowledging the anomalous.
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Upon investigation, Agent Carter, who had a Hume-Lyle Score of 97, reported that Ms. Baker's back porch, which had previously been open-air, was now enclosed in walls. Deadbolts had also been added to both sides of the door leading into the area from the kitchen. Ms. Baker's financial records did not show any purchases related to a renovation or to the deadbolts, and her neighbors reported that the outside of her residence had undergone no major changes in the last year.
SCP-3719 during recovery operations.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3719 is stored in a standard SAFE-Class containment stall in the Anomalous Objects Wing of Site-82.
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Foundation web crawler SE851G (“AZURE GLADIUS”) is to track social media posts, news reports, and SMS messages transmitted in the state of Maryland for references to 3719-COBALT Events. References to unnatural flowering plant growth patterns, the formation of collective human amalgamations, and irregularities in the operation of yard equipment are to be flagged and isolated for further monitoring.
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SCP-3719-A-1 through 61 (collectively designated SCP-3719-B) are contained in suspended animation in a standardized 10 000-L Class-6 Lovell–Huron containment vat.1
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Persons associated with this anomaly, including nearby genetic relatives of SCP-3719-B, have been administered Class-A Amnestics. These persons are to undergo a false memory implantation procedure to subdue all memory of SCP-3719-B and the impact each affected person had on the Middlesex suburb during their life.
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Description: SCP-3719 is a GO/ON-brand lawnmower with a cutting width of 55 cm. SCP-3719 performs in an identical manner to non-anomalous rotary mowers, except for a few notable differences:
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SCP-3719 relies on the energy exerted by its user (designated SCP-3719-A) to power its engine.
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To prevent fatigue and over-exertion in SCP-3719-A, SCP-3719 generates added energy by reclaiming and consuming grass passing through its cutting deck. The generated energy does not mitigate the force required to push SCP-3719; rather, energy transfers through the lawnmower handle into SCP-3719-A via esoteric means.
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A chamber within SCP-3719 stores excess grass for future consumption.
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During use, SCP-3719-A instances operate the lawnmower until the desired lawn is fully mown. Each instance then experiences a sense of personal responsibility from the completion of the task. This mind-affecting property does not hinder SCP-3719-A; instead, SCP-3719-A instances experience positive emotional affect for long after SCP-3719 use. The emotional impact is shared by any person with a similar headspace2 to SCP-3719-A within the vicinity of its effects.3
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ADDENDA MATERIALS
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I. Discovery
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SCP-3719 was discovered in the Middlesex suburb of Baltimore, Maryland, on 17 August 2014.
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On discovery, 61 residents constituting a collective body amalgamation4 were piloting SCP-3719 along the road with evident ease. When the Foundation arrived, about 6 km of roadways displayed anomalously manifested grass, whereas a 2-km stretch of roads had already been mown.
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The formation of masses like SCP-3719-B and widespread manifestation of grass on paved streets is termed a 3719-COBALT Event.
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II. Interview Log
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An interview was conducted with Grace Farley, a single parent living in Middlesex. The day before the discovery of SCP-3719-B, she had reported her son Kevin Farley as missing.
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A transcript is as follows.
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VIDEO LOG
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Francis Digby
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INTERVIEWED: Grace Farley
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NOTE: After Foundation personnel arrived on-scene, a 3-km-in-diameter no-go zone surrounding the neighbourhood was observed and cordoned off.
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While searching for persons directly affected by the 3719-COBALT Event, embedded field agents discovered Grace Farley (POI-3719-7) sitting alone on the curb. Agent Francis Digby approached Ms. Farley under the guise of a concerned neighbour with the neighbourhood watch. Shortly thereafter, she agreed to a recorded interview.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Agent Francis Digby: — like I said, and I'm Francis Digby from just up the street. And you don't mind if I ask you some things about the incident?
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Ms. Grace Farley: 'Course not, Francis, anything you need, my dear. And please, do call me Grace.
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Agent Digby: So, Grace, how did you first hear about the lawnmower?
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Ms. Farley: Old Billy kept that mower locked in his garage since before my boys were born. Billy's always been on the go, but after his accident, it's been hard for him to manage things. Robbie lifted the mower from him in the spring, had it refurbished, made sure it worked fine. Let me tell you, Francis, there was just somethin' about that mower that made it special. In all my days, I've never seen Rob so interested in anything, 'cept for that mower.
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Agent Digby: In what way was he interested, Grace?
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Ms. Farley: The spark in his eyes when he worked on that thing, you wouldn't believe. It had to be special. Wouldn't make sense otherwise.
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Agent Digby: So, Bill owned the mower, and he lent it to Robert. Is there any indication that anyone else used the mower during that time?
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Ms. Farley:[She shakes her head.] Robbie went about, door-to-door, askin' if anyone wanted their lawns cut. That kid was willing, and it seemed like once he started, he just couldn't stop himself. On the first day, he cut nine lawns alone! Can you believe that, Francis?
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[Agent Digby grunts in approval.]
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Ms. Farley: The next week it was as if everybody was asking Rob to cut their lawns, all the way down to Waterview, and boy did he do it. Robbie's one of those meek types — when the little ones wanted to try the mower, he let them, so they could learn too. I would never allow my youngest to go near the thing, but those kids nudged it along like it was a toy.
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Agent Digby: And you said your eldest son was Kevin, correct?
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Ms. Farley: Yes, my dear.
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Agent Digby: Grace, for what reason did Kevin start using that mower?
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Ms. Farley: I had to let my boy try it. Just had to. Heaven knows I wouldn't even know how to use the thing myself. But my Kevin, he's a smart cookie, he is. Could figure out anything he set his mind to. So, when he joined the others, I just knew they were going to enjoy themselves fine. It's better having 'em so close together, Francis, isn't it?
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Agent Digby: I'm not so sure what you mean, Grace.
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Ms. Farley: Kevin's a– He's a smart kid with a kind heart. That's the boy I raised. Yeah, I always wanted to keep him away from the bad crowd. Couldn't bear to lose my baby. So, I tried hard, see? To teach 'em right. To get him along with the other smart boys I know are out there, too. Now, Francis, to see him want to join the other kids? That made me proud.
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[Pause.]
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Ms. Farley: All those kids, together, closer than a hug. That's what gives this community its spirit. We can all learn to become as warm as those kids were, and that mower's the key.
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Agent Digby: How — how'd Kevin and the other kids come together?
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Ms. Farley: There were maybe seven others, or so. The closest boys and girls in the neighbourhood. We're all good parents. We all know how to raise a good kid. Raise a kid well enough, and eventually, they'll raise themselves.
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Agent Digby: Grace, do you believe that this lawnmower is going to help them learn how to raise themselves properly?
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Ms. Farley: I don't just think so, Francis; I've seen it with my own eyes. Those kids could achieve incredible things if they just worked together. All eight of 'em, in the same body — that's what we raised 'em for.
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Agent Digby: You're saying these kids were in the same body? But– That's just not possible, Grace.
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Ms. Farley: Makes sense to me, Francis.
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[Pause.]
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Ms. Farley: But wouldn't you like to see all our sons and daughters together, bonding deeper than they ever could naturally? Having them so close together, boy, it just gives me the fuzziest feelin'. Middlesex ain't what it was when I grew up. I never learned the same closeness my sons know.
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[Ms. Farley retrieves a tissue from her purse.]
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Ms. Farley: Being able to help the Other in such a way, with the smartest sons and daughters this neighbourhood's ever seen. That's human. That's heart. I just crave to bask in the skin of the Other. To be as warm as them. Wouldn't you like to be as warm as those kids, Francis? Wouldn't you like to share my skin too?
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Agent Digby: Grace–
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Ms. Farley: Why can't you share one body, one soul, and by God if it's possible, one flesh? We're all human, Francis. We're one. We were born together and together we shall remain. It's meant to be that way, 'cause what other way could there be? Keep 'em together, and we won't be having any more tragedies, like the ones you see in the headlines every week. That mower's the best thing to happen to this neighbourhood, period. You wouldn't understand unless you stitched your heart where all others can see and basked in the skin of your fellow man.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3820 is to be kept in a standard animal containment unit. It is to be provided with an adult diet designated for large breed canines twice daily as well as a constant supply of water. The containment unit is also to be decontaminated daily. A Foundation personnel specializing in canine veterinary is to complete a health inspection on SCP-3820 annually.
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Description: SCP-3820 is a member of Canis lupus familiaris that is coated entirely in a material similar in texture and appearance to calcite, but is malleable enough to allow for normal movement. Other than the aforementioned anomalous properties, SCP-3820 vaguely resembles and behaves like a 5-year-old, female Golden Retriever.
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Site-19 security footage of the facility’s lobby has shown the sudden appearance of a bright, blue-colored flash lasting for approximately one second before subsiding, with SCP-3820 manifesting at the center of the flash. Researchers have yet to determine the exact mechanism of SCP-3820's manifestation, or why it appeared at Site-19's lobby.
Incident Log-3820-1: On 08/08/2017, one month after SCP-3820's manifestation, Site-19 administration staff Harvey Black received a phone call from an unknown Person of Interest concerning SCP-3820. The Internal Investigation Department has failed to identify or trace the caller, as if the call never transpired.
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The following is a transcript of the conversation between the unknown caller and Black:
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Black: Hey pal. Been a long day, so keep it short.
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+Caller: Oh, sorry to hear that! We’ll get straight to business then. Is this uh… Site-19?
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+Black: ‘Is this Site-19?’ The hell are you- wait, what’s your ID number?
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+Caller: Uh… sorry, don’t have one since unlike you I don’t work for the Foundation! I’m just calling you about Marbs, my dog?
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Black activates a silent emergency alert, designating the call to be a potential Level-3 security breach.
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+Black: Hey, hold up, hold up. Before we talk about ‘Marbs’ or whatever… how did you get onto this network?
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+Caller: Oh, got your number in the phone book! Right between Site-██ and Site-██.
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+Black receives a directive from Site-19 Security to continue the conversation with the unknown caller and attempt to acquire as much information as possible.
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+Black: Right, right. So, who are you, really?
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+Caller: Just Marbs’ parent, owner and guardian! And speaking of Marbs, I think she’s registered as number thirty-eight… two-zero in your system?
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+Black: Yeah um… just looked her up. Our file on ‘Marbs’ is a bit scant, so tell me more about her.
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Caller: Oh, she’s just the sweetest albeit stiffest sentient canine statue ever! Bit quiet and melancholic though. But I’m sure she’s warmed up to you all already!
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+Black: Very cute, very cute. Right, what’s a… ‘sentient canine statue’?
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+Caller: I’m… honestly not sure really! Statue dogs just look so cool and so elegant- uh, okay, maybe Marbs’ an exception. That's why I chose Site-19. I heard you guys are really good with living statues!
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+Black: …What the hell is happening? Oh, uh… how did ‘Marbs’ get here?
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+Caller: Wow, you’re really blasting me with the Q and As today, huh? Uh… it’s something to do with [REDACTED], maybe? Oh, I’m so sorry, I-
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+Black: I haven’t got a clue what you’re on about either. I’m just the… well, guess I’m just the receptionist today.
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+Caller: Yeah, I get you, I so get you- oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, you said to keep it short and now look at what I’ve done!
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+Black: What? Oh, nah, nah, nah, I got time now-
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+Caller: No, that won’t be fair of me, so let’s get back to business! I just wanna let you guys know that I’m picking up Marbs soon, so you all better say your goodbyes to her!
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+Black: The- the hell? Seriously?
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+Caller: Oh, um… sorry, I should also thank you all at Site-19 for taking care of Marbs! And don’t worry, I’ve sorted out payment. Hey, it was fun chatting with you today. Really appreciate you putting up with me!
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+The caller disconnects.
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+Black: …That’s it. I’m transferring to Site-██.
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One hour after the phone call, SCP-3820 underwent a spontaneous disappearance event. Security footage has shown the appearance of a bright, blue flash, similar to the manifestation event, lasting approximately one second before subsiding and revealing the disappearance of the subject. Replacing SCP-3820 is exactly one kilogram of [DATA EXPUNGED]. As of the compilation of this incident log, the Foundation’s potential use of [DATA EXPUNGED] is still being debated among the O5 Council.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3881 is to be kept within a standard containment locker. No further containment procedures are necessary.
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Description: SCP-3881 is a classic gold band style wedding ring with a few cosmetic alterations. When worn by a human being, SCP-3881 will immediately transport the wearer to an unknown location. Upon removal, the ring and the wearer will be returned to their previous position.
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The location is a clearing in a forest containing a single thatched-roof house. The house is fully furnished, well maintained and shows signs of prior use. Clothing within the house presumably belonged to an adult male, shoe-size 10, with approximately five years of disuse.
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SCP-3881 was discovered within a pawn shop, being pawned by a Miss Pamela Smith.
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Addendum A:
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Interview Transcript
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+Interviewee: Miss Pamela Smith
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Interviewer: Researcher ████
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+████: For the record, name and occupation.
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+Smith: Pamela Smith, unemployed.
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+████: Excellent, thank you. Would you mind answering a few questions about a ring you received?
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+Smith: I'd… rather not, if that's OK. It's not a topic I like to discuss.
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+████: Miss Smith, this ring is essential to our investigation.
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+Smith: Investigation? Howard's legally dead, what reason could you possibly have for an investigation?
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+Miss Smith furrows her brow and stares at Researcher ████. Her tone has risen slightly.
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+████: Miss Smith, I think we may be on the wrong page. Did you ever wear the ring?
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+Smith: What kind of a question is that? Of course I didn't. I couldn't even look at the thing.
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+Miss Smith relaxes in her chair.
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+Smith: I'm sorry. It's just… too much, you know? I miss him. I know it's stupid and emotional to get attached to a ring.
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+████: That's not true at all. We're all human. Is that why you pawned the ring?
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+Smith: I just… always knew that it was in the house. It nagged at me. I couldn't move on while it was around, like he was waiting for me. Does that make any sense? It doesn't help that he sent me that sappy letter, either.
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+████: A letter?
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+Smith: I'll go get it if it'll help you in… whatever you're doing.
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+████: That would be appreciated, thank you.
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+<End Log>
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Addendum B: A transcription of the letter given to The Foundation by Pamela Smith.
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Dear Pam,
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+I'm writing this to you because I failed. I'm on the run. I can't go into detail, but I needed to give this to you.
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+I'm also writing this because you've been incredible. I've had so much fun falling in love with you. I remember our first date, out on the hill where we got lost in each other's eyes. I remember the long walks where we would worry about what colour plates to buy. I remember the petty fights where we got mad about where to put the furniture, or what we would call our kids. I wouldn't trade these things for anything else in the whole world.
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+I've worked hard for the ring within this envelope. Please, wear it. That way, we'll be together no matter how far apart we are.
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+Will you marry a dead man?
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+With love,
+Howard.
Special Containment Procedures: Subjects that experience or witness SCP-3920 are to be amnesticized and provided appropriate replacement memories. Cover stories regarding non-anomalous targets will be disseminated after SCP-3920 occurs. All artillery shells produced by SCP-3920 will be transferred to the nearest Armament Storage Facility or destroyed.
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Description: SCP-3920 is a phenomenon that generates a variable number of BL 9.2-inch howitzers (SCP-3920-A instances) in the Canadian Rockies. The following requirements must be met to initiate SCP-3920:
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A person (hereafter referred to as the "subject") must be over 3km from the nearest town or city
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One or more persons or entities (hereafter referred to as "targets") with the intent to harm the subject must be within a .5km vicinity of the subject
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The local time must be between 10:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m.
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The following can increase the likelihood of SCP-3920's initiation:
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The subject is a Canadian citizen
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The subject is or was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces
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Multiple targets are present
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A cumulonimbus cloud is present near the subject
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SCP-3920 begins with lightning strikes occurring in the area around the subject, corresponding to the number of targets. An SCP-3920-A instance instantaneously manifests at the site of each strike. Each howitzer is operated by several luminous, translucent humanoid entities wearing Canadian World War I army uniforms (SCP-3920-B instances). The SCP-3920-B operate the howitzers and will fire shells at the targets with high precision until a shell has collided with each target, invariably resulting in their deaths. Detonation occurs if the subject is outside of each shell's blast radius. Non-detonated shells have a variation of the following message engraved on their surface:
When all targets are dead, lightning bolts will manifest and hit each SCP-3920-A instance, with the anomalies vanishing after.
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Although SCP-3920-B instances primarily focus on the operation of SCP-3920-A, limited interactions may occur with subjects. These interactions include salutes to the subject if they are current or former Canadian military personnel, waves, and thumbs up gestures. On one occasion a child subject was handed an Individual Meal Pack2 by an instance.
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Addendum: On 18-August-2018, Agent Flynn was dispatched on a mission to subdue PoI-1258 after the subject stole an anomalous object. At 1:40 a.m. the following day, Agent Flynn entered a confrontation with the subject at the edge of Lake O'Hara. PoI-1258 consumed Flynn's weaponry and was preparing to strangulate him when SCP-3920 was initiated. Two SCP-3920-A instances manifested in the vicinity of both subjects, each firing a shell that hit the other instance instead of the subjects. PoI-1258 swam into the lake at this point, presumably using the object to become camouflaged with their surroundings.
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The SCP-3920-B instances that had operated both howitzers convened near the location of Agent Flynn, appearing to enter a heated discussion while displaying signs of confusion. One instance then handed Flynn a slip of paper with the following text on it.
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Bit of a screwup [sic] here
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All instances subsequently demanifested after a single lightning strike.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3993 is to be sheathed in a waterproof metal and plastic framework. Two 1.4m LCD displays must be attached on both larger sides, displaying rich media advertising. A keyboard and Android tablet is to be fixed on the narrow 'sidewalk' edge, with two USB type-A ports. Care must be taken to render both USB ports, the keyboard, and the tablet totally inoperable.
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SCP-3993 must be monitored at all times by a standard surveillance team with access to city and NYPD cameras plus SCP remote imaging. All members of the public who may have connected to SCP-3993's Wi-Fi must be logged, and any changes in SCP-3993's form or position should be recorded.
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For full containment details, please consult "NYC StarBridge CityLink Kiosk Installation Guide, Revision 4.8".
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Note from Principal Researcher Macmillan: New Yorkers might not expect SCP-3993's physical interfaces to work, but we'll have to come up with something else for other cities.
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Description: SCP-3993 is a black object measuring 2.8m x 0.9m x 0.3m, composed of an indeterminate, extremely dense material. SCP-3993 appeared on the sidewalk at the intersection of ██rd Street and █ Avenue at 3:32:50am on 2014-04-02, displacing a payphone. Low quality CCTV footage from an adjacent Starbucks revealed no humans or machines were involved in the removal of the payphone or placement of the SCP-3993.
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SCP personnel were notified of the object within an hour and immediately staged a vehicular accident at the site, allowing them to erect a containment tent and redirect all public traffic for the following 36 hours.
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During this time, SCP-3993 was inspected using portable spectrometers. No harmful materials were detected, but industrial cutting instruments of a type safely usable in metropolitan areas (i.e. no high explosives or lasers) were unable to remove a sample of the object. Removal of the object was not possible due to its high density and weight.
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At 2:08:13am and 4:19:42am on 2014-04-03, two identical objects, termed SCP-3993-2 and SCP-3993-3 (the original now termed SCP-3993-1) appeared on sidewalks in Lower Manhattan, also displacing payphones. Similar containment procedures were enacted.
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Confronted with the possibility that many more instances of SCP-3993 might materialise in short order, the on-site technical lead (consulting with SCP headquarters via Wi-Fi videochat) made an imaginative suggestion: presenting the objects as prototype public internet access points.
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Two days later on 2014-04-05, SCP officials (under the guise of the "StarBridge" consortium) met with Mayor de Blasio's staff and proposed a complete replacement of the city's 7,000+ payphones with free, advertising-funded Wi-Fi internet communication kiosks. On 2014-04-30, the agreement was made public, with the project named "LinkNYC".
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Over the following six months, 238 additional instances of SCP-3993 appeared across Lower Manhattan and Midtown, each successfully sheathed in a LinkNYC kiosk within twelve hours. However, providing the kiosks with the promised gigabit internet connectivity was a much more difficult proposition due to multiple breakdowns in negotiation with Comcast.
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This problem was solved, albeit in an unconventional manner, on 2014-10-29:
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Phone transcript between SCP Principal Investigator Macmillan, conducting close surveillance of SCP-3993-188 from a nearby Jamba Juice, and SCP Assistant Logistics Director (NY) Wieteska:
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Macmillan: Well done, Wieteska! What did you promise them?
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Wieteska: What on Earth are you talking about?
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Macmillan: Was it the fiber multiplexing tech? Or the femtocell research? Never mind, it's of little consequence. What's important is that I'm now speaking to you through this Wi-Fi access point named "Gigabit LinkNYC". Low latency, high bandwidth, really, I'm impressed you -
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Wieteska: The Comcast meeting isn't until Friday.
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Macmillan: So what the ██████ did I just connect to?
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A reconstruction of events reveals that 25 minutes prior to this phone call, SCP-3993-1 through 239 simultaneously activated high-power, unprotected 802.11ac internet access points. Each internet kiosk offered a bandwidth of 3.2 gigabits and according to packet tracing, multiple redundant connections to the internet backbone – despite having no physical network connections.
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SCP personnel immediately moved to contain the Wi-Fi access points with Faraday cages (a hurried press release claiming "upgrades" was issued). The cages did not completely block the access points; instead, they merely reduced effective Wi-Fi range by 62%; SCP physicists theorised that SCP-3993 was employing a neutrino-based quantum tunnelling effect to maintain its connection. Increasing the thickness of the cage 1.4m reduced range by 98%, but this was deemed to be too disruptive to the built environment, not to mention highly damaging to real estate values.
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Attempts to jam the signal and flood the 2.4 GHz and 5 GHz spectrum with noise were rapidly met with swift protests from locals, culminating in a small riot in the NYU student dorms adjacent to SCP-3993-75. At this point, SCP Principal Investigator Macmillan ordered the Faraday cages to be dismantled, jamming efforts deactivated, and effects redirected towards understanding the nature of the Wi-Fi access points, and what harm they posed.
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Initial testing produced no unusual results; the access points connected to the present-day, real-world internet. Even after multiple hours of web browsing, no ill effects were observed on D-class personnel or members of the public.
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In fact, follow-up testing conducted on 487 frequent users of SCP-3993's access points one month later showed quite the opposite. The users scored a statistically significant increase of three points on the Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale (aka the "Wechsler IQ test"). They also demonstrated reduced violent tendencies and greater feelings of empathy, with effects persisting for an average of five months. Repeated usage of SCP-3993 saw increases of fifteen IQ points or more amongst most individuals.
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The mechanism in which SCP-3993 acts to increase intelligence was identified via deep packet inspection on a modified Android device. SCP-3993 changes the content of internet traffic en route to connecting devices, serving different pages, podcasts, videos, and social media posts. It rarely creates new content, but instead manipulates search results and social media feeds - themselves generated by complex and opaque algorithms - to surface what researchers term 'life changing content'.
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Chat log between SCP Researcher Nguyen and D-1493 (repeated user of SCP-3993-22):
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Researcher Nguyen: sup
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D-1493: saw this crazy thing on reddit today
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D-1493: comment bout a girl my age. really inspiring story. never thought id see that on reddit.
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Nguyen: yeah?
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D-1493: think im gonna take school more seriously now.
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Nguyen: huh
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D-1493: just makes you think. if she can stop being a screwup maybe i can too. just gotta work hard at it.
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SCP-3993 can compromise all extant and planned forms of SSL/TLS cryptographic network security protocols in real time. Some forms of highly complex cutting-edge encryption – too computationally expensive for the majority of consumer devices – have proven more durable, although in recent months SCP-3993 has demonstrated the capability to circumvent even them. It is theorised that SCP-3993's computing power scales not only with the number of its instances but also the devices that have connected to it.
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Since we cannot rely on any consumer-grade form of encryption to contain SCP-3993, efforts have been directed towards broader forms of containment. For example, cheaper and faster mobile internet would significantly reduce public demand for SCP-3993's services. Unfortunately, negotiations with US telecoms providers have been fruitless, and since late 2016, SCP-3993 has begun to experiment with new forms of long-range wireless technology, including 4G and 5G cell tower spoofing.
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Note from SCP Principal Investigator Macmillan:
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SCP-3993 is one of the most perplexing adversaries we have faced. Where did it come from? Is it trying to uplift us, and for what reason? Why has it chosen to manifest itself as a free wireless access point, of all things? Did we cause this, through our own actions when it arrived? Regardless, despite its apparent lack of aggression, it would be a grave mistake to underestimate its reach and power.
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Every day, more of our reality is consumed and mediated through our internet-connected devices. We consume the news on them, we communicate with our friends and family, our opinions are formed and our intentions molded by these ever-present screens. As we use more sophisticated devices that employ virtual and augmented reality, SCP-3993's ability to manipulate our reality and our intelligence will increase exponentially. For the inhabitants of New York, it's entirely possible that their every waking moment could soon be mediated by SCP-3993.
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We can be thankful, at least, that SCP-3993 has effectively 'self-contained' its spread to New York. I suspect that this city was chosen due to its high population density, along with its high usage of mobile devices. New York's status as a world leader in business, media, and culture may also assist SCP-3993 in its inscrutable goals. But if it spreads beyond the bounds of this city, it's not clear how we can stop it without inciting mass panic.
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Addendum:
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Incident Log
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2015-02-04: SCP-3993 spreads to 714 locations.
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2015-11-29: SCP-3993 spreads to 2053 locations.
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2016-12-01: SCP-3993 spreads to 7592 locations.
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2017-01-06: SCP-3993 sighted in Columbus, Ohio; London, UK; and Tokyo, Japan.
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2017-01-08: New logo appears on all SCP-3993 sheathes: "Free super fast Wi-Fi. And that's just the beginning."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4207-A and SCP-4207-B are to be contained in a standard containment locker equipped with at least one audio recording device. Removal of SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B is prohibited. Personnel should monitor SCP-4207-B for any changes in audio activity.
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At least one Level-2 personnel or higher is to converse with SCP-4207-C for a maximum of ten minutes daily. This should be done in an internally soundproof environment to prevent external influence and other auditory disturbance. Conversations are to be recorded in full with the designated audio recording device provided on-site. These conversations are to be submitted to the acting Senior Researcher on duty.
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Description: SCP-4207 is a TDK SA90 Type II audio cassette (SCP-4207-A) inserted in a Type EL 3302 cassette player (SCP-4207-B). Removing SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B and playing it in any other device does not eliminate its anomalous properties. Attempts to pause, rewind and overwrite SCP-4207-A through SCP-4207-B's piano keys have so far been ineffective.
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The tape inside SCP-4207-A is constantly moving at a speed of 7.2 cm/s (from left to right) despite the absence of any obvious power source, and maintains this movement even after removal from SCP-4207-B. Since initial containment, SCP-4207-A's continuous playback has been calculated to a length of at least 21,000 kilometers, or approximately 120,000 hours of playtime.1
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Spectrogram of SCP-4207-C during 01/28/████.
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When in proximity of an individual's effective hearing range, SCP-4207-B commences the audio of an entity designated as SCP-4207-C. Removing SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B prohibits this anomalous effect. SCP-4207-C will then attempt to communicate with the individual verbally, usually through a distorted woman's voice. Surveillance shows that SCP-4207-B is mostly passive outside the proximity of any individual, playing unintelligible noises of various composition. However, there are certain occasions SCP-4207-C plays indistinct vocalizations within the background. Despite resembling English, auditory analysis from these vocalizations has been inconclusive due to the severely distorted quality of audio when recorded to another media.
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SCP-4207-A appears to record any conversation and auditory phenomena within its area of effect, even after withdrawal from SCP-4207-B. In most cases, after two or more interactions with the same individual, SCP-4207-C has been observed to replay recorded audio in order to justify its position in discussion, preserving a sense of continuity. These includes transcripts and/or excerpts from various conversations and other acoustic phenomena such as electronic noises, indistinct chatters, etc. The process by which SCP-4207-C is able to access these recordings through SCP-4207-A despite variations in time stamps and physical restrictions is currently unknown.
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Addendum 01: On 01/14/████, an estimated 95 false killer whales (Pseudorca crassidens) beached themselves on a remote mangrove beach in mainland Monroe County, Florida, in the western Everglades National Park. Site-███ initially anticipated the event due to an unidentified auditory anomaly triangulated throughout the region. Site-113 Director ████ ████████ was subsequently advised to immediately send personnel on the location.
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Upon arrival, Simoun Hayder and two other Foundation agents discovered a 17 year old female named Mia Burke at the scene, in possession of SCP-4207-B. Burke was in a state of panic and distress. Since the location was remote and the event too coincidental, Agent Hayder contacted Site-113 and reported the incident. After confirmation, Agent Hayder immediately detained Burke and confiscated the object.
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Foundation agents returned to the location after approximately twenty minutes and found that most of the whales had disappeared, with the exception of three expired specimens. Autopsy revealed that all of the specimens had auditory impairment which might have led to their beaching.
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The following interviews were conducted after the initial designation of SCP-4207:
Foreword: Subject was debriefed about her discovery of SCP-4207-A and course of relationship with SCP-4207-C.
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<Begin Log>
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Graeme: Hi, Mia. I'm going to ask a few questions. Please answer them as honest as possible. This is a serious matter.
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Mia: Okay. Go on.
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Graeme: How did you acquire the tape and the player?
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Mia: Oh, the player is mine.
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Graeme: Okay. So, where did you get the tape?
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[Unresponsive for five seconds]
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Mia: I found it on a beach. About a few miles near the place where I was found.
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Graeme: How, exactly?
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Mia: Beside a dead whale or something. I was intrigued, so I decided to take a closer look. That's when I saw the tape.
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Graeme: How did you first met the entity?
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Mia: I decided to take it home and try it. I mean, who wouldn't take a tape moving on its own? It didn't play anything at first though. Just static and noises. Then, after a few minutes, it spoke. She spoke to me.
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[Unresponsive for three seconds]
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Graeme: Interesting. Do you still remember your exact words when first heard her speak?
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Mia: My exact words? Well, "Whoa! Is this for real? Oh my god. This is unbelievable. How can you talk to me? Do you know what you are?" She laughed. It was creepy but after a while I laughed too.
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Graeme: You seem to be close to her.
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Mia: Yeah. She seems to like me a lot.
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Graeme: How did the tape speak at first?
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Mia: How can I explain this. Like it was recorded, I guess.
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Graeme: How so?
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Mia: It's like she's not speaking but obviously she is. It's hard to believe.
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Graeme: Why did you decided to take that tape from the beach? Did you hear her or something?
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Mia: I just got curious. Hey, is she gonna be okay? She never did anything bad.
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Graeme: Of course. But you need to tell me more about her.
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[Unresponsive for eight seconds]
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Mia: [sigh] She's sweet, mostly. She's been like a six year old sister to me for the past three months. She'll occasionally play these conversations from people. Sometimes, it's just clicking sounds or something. Other times, it's just rain and sound of the ocean. Every time I'm upset, she just makes me hear these sounds which I guess please her.
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Graeme: So she just plays these sounds?
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Mia: Yup. Sometimes it's weird though. She will play conversations of me talking with my Mom and my friends at school. Sometimes she even plays certain conversations that I don't remember I ever said. Like the one where I promised to keep her safe.
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Graeme: How did you know you didn't say that then? And how are you sure it wasn't you?
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Mia: Because it's my voice. I felt it.
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Graeme: Do you always bring her with you?
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Mia: No. She never gets out of my room. She'd creep out everyone else, obviously. The thing with the whales? That's the first time we ever went out together.
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Graeme: Why did both of you come there in the first place?
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Mia: She told me her big friends were coming. That she would introduce me.
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Graeme: Friends?
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Mia: Yeah. It's weird because, you know, she's a tape, and she doesn't even know what the word "friend" actually means.
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Graeme: Did you asked her about who these "friends" are?
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Mia: No, I didn't.
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Graeme: So, what happened after? Please continue.
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Mia: After we arrived, we waited for about fifteen minutes. Then, those big dolphins came and just kept stranding themselves. It was so scary.
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Graeme: Does anybody know about the tape?
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Mia: No. Just me.
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Graeme: Okay. I guess this is enough for now. Thank you for your time, Mia.
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[Unresponsive for six seconds]
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Graeme: We'll have to keep you here for the next few days for more interviews. Just tell the personnel what you need.
Foreword: After █ days of cooperative behavior, Mia Burke was given a chance to communicate with SCP-4207-C before her scheduled release of custody and amnesticization. NOTE: Italicized text are recordings.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-4207-C: HELLO Mia [pause] I MISS YOU
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Mia: I miss you too.
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SCP-4207-C: DID THEY HURT YOU
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Mia: No, they didn't. I think they're good people.
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SCP-4207-C: IF THEY'RE GOOD THEN WHY DID THEY TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME
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Mia: I don't know, Bud.
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SCP-4207-C: THEY TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME [pauses for three seconds] I WAS SO Lonely [pause] Mia [pause] VERY Lonely
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Mia: I was lonely, too.
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[Unresponsive for five seconds]
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SCP-4207-C: AT LEAST YOU'RE BACK IN YOUR Room NOW [pause] WE CAN BE Happy AGAIN
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Mia: Oh, no. They said I have to leave for now. They told me you're sick.
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SCP-4207-C: HOW CAN I BE SICK [pause] YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME Mia
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Mia: That's what the doctors told me. They're good people, Bud. They'll fix you in no time.
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SCP-4207-C:Doctors
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Mia: Yeah. Doctors fix sick people.
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SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] THEY ARE BAD [pause] Doctors MADE ME FORGET SMOKE AND PEOPLE THAT I [pause] Love [pause] THEY WILL MAKE ME FORGET YOU Mia
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Mia: You have to trust me, Bud. You'll do just fine. I'm sorry. I have to go now. Bye.
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[Subject leaves the room]
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SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] Mia WAIT [pause] DON'T LEAVE Mia [pause] Mia [pause] Mia [pause] Mia.. [This repeats for the next three hours]
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<End Log>
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Addendum 02: On 03/17/████, Junior Researcher Sheen Alvarez requested to personally test SCP-4207-A on a player similar to SCP-4207-B. Site-113 Supervisor Eldin Greene approved the request due to the noticeable cooperation of SCP-4207-C from interactions and considerably low threat to personnel. However, after being inserted, SCP-4207-C immediately reacted in a unique manner, differing from previous interactions. Below is a transcript of the audio log from the incident:
SCP-4207-C: WHERE AM I [pause] WHO ARE YOU [pause] I DON'T KNOW YOU [pause] YOU'RE NOT Mia [pause] ARE YOU NOT Mia
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Sheen: I'm not. Calm down, please.
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SCP-4207-C: WHAT ARE YOU DOING [pause] STOP THIS [pause] BRING ME BACK
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Sheen: I'm afraid I can't do that.
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SCP-4207-C: WHY NOT [pause] BRING ME BACK NOW [pauses for four seconds] OR ELSE [pause] I WILL CALL THE BIG PEOPLE
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Sheen: What do you mean "big people"?
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SCP-4207-A: JUST BRING ME BACK [pause] PLEASE
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Sheen: Sorry, but I can't really do that yet.
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SCP-4207-C: BRING ME BACK [pause] Mia WILL COME BACK THERE
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Sheen: I have to leave now.
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[Unresponsive for ten seconds]
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Sheen: SCP-4207-C?
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SCP-4207-C: THEY ARE COMING
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Sheen: Who's coming?
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SCP-4207-C: THE BIG PEOPLE [silence for two seconds] THEY WILL BRING ME BACK
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Sheen: I have to leave. I'm really sorry.
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SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] PLEASE [pause] BRING ME BACK [pause] I MISS Mia [pause] PLEASE [pause] PLEASE
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[Subject leaves the room]
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<End Log>
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A mass stranding of 140 cetaceans in ██████, Australia.
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Approximately two hours after contact with SCP-4207-C, an estimated 140 whale specimens, from various species of toothed whales (Odontoceti), beached themselves at ████ Bay, ██ kilometers from the coast of Site-113 in ██████, Australia. Two killer whales (Orcinus orca)2 attacked and killed three personnel attempting to sedate them. Site Director Scarlet Winters decided to [REDACTED] so that the whales could be sent back as swiftly as possible to prevent public attention. The incident was successfully neutralized after three hours, with the Foundation experiencing three casualties and six other minor injuries.
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Spectrogram of SCP-4207-C in 03/21/████.
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Addendum 03: For six days, SCP-4207-A was not returned to SCP-4207-B, which consequently affected the behavior of SCP-4207-C. From all the interviews taken, SCP-4207-C was entirely unresponsive. While mostly in a continuous play of white noise, there were certain occasions in which recordings of "waves" and "rain", along with other inaudible noises, were played for several hours at random intervals. On 03/21/████, a series of "clicks" and "pulses" were played for approximately thirty minutes. Auditory analysis suggests a cetacean origin, specifically in the Delphinidae family, although this is highly speculative due to insufficient spectrographic data. This behavior and audio activity continued until SCP-4207-A was finally returned to SCP-4207-B on 03/23/████.
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Addendum 04: On 04/02/████, a pygmy killer whale (Feresa attenuata) was found stranded on the coast of New Caledonia, ███ kilometers from Site-113. The specimen expired two hours later due to parasitic encephalitis caused by nematodes. A cassette physically identical to SCP-4207-A was retrieved from the specimen's digestive tract. The tape contains no recorded audio and has no other unusual properties except for an inscription that appears to be laminated:
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+Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of second contact with SCP-4215, no commercial vessel is to be allowed within a 20 kilometer radius of SCP-4215’s waters. All fishing is to be monitored and prohibited. Due to the method of SCP-4215’s targeting, three barrels of crude oil must be dropped in SCP-4215’s patrol waters daily.
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Description: SCP-4215 is an M42 40 mm Self-Propelled Anti Aircraft gun (Duster), that is currently located on the seafloor of the Great Barrier Reef. SCP-4215 displays signs of rusting and wear, but still retains all of the same functions of a M42 Duster. SCP-4215 has been shown to support the section of reef it “patrols” through symbiosis, such as producing new coral polyps from its barrel, providing protection from predators, and removing dead or bleached corals. Furthermore, SCP-4215 has been found to fire projectiles ranging from ink to whaling harpoons. The origin of these projectiles is unknown. SCP-4215 regularly patrols a section 4 kilometers in radius of the reef.
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SCP-4215 is currently inhabited by 5 instances of kisslip cuttlefish (Sepia lycidas). All 5 instances fulfill a different role in the tank’s control, such as gunman, viewman, or maintenance. Each instance is capable of low-level communication through its natural chameleonic properties. The 5 instances, hereafter referred to as SCP-4215-1 through 5, have been found to be incapable of leaving SCP-4215 due to its locked state. Despite this, no instance expresses hunger or thirst. All attempts to breach the tank’s exterior have failed.
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Contact was first made with SCP-4215 following reports of seismic and ecological disturbances in the Barrier Reef, including fish carcasses found to be shot with buckshot and rifle fire. Following the removal of a video posted to YouTube of SCP-4215 in action, the Foundation cordoned off the tank’s “perimeter," causing a redirection of all shipping routes in a 10 km radius. Extended files are attached below.
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Incident 4215-A/1
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SCP-4215 established a wider patrol area with a radius of 6 kilometers, and proceeded to alter its ammunition production in the following ways:
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Sol comedenti.
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producing a form of energized Ideonella sakaiensis requiring double the amount of plastic to produce energy.
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producing a new species of zooplankton consuming carbon dioxide at twice the rate than any previously sighted, tentatively named Sol comedenti.
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filtering mercury from the water which it uses to oxygenate the surroundings, reducing the patrol area's mercurial content by nearly half. SCP-4215's methods of atomic modification are unknown.
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Reducing the patrol area's temperature by up to 3 degrees.
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Releasing a prionic pathogen causing total organ destruction in Spot-fin lionfish (Pterois antennata) and crown-of-thorns starfish (Acanthaster planci), eliminating the two from the environment.
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Testing Log
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Input
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Results
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Notes
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100% saltwater in a plastic milk carton.
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SCP-4215 produced I. sakaiensis, which completely consumed the PET.
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The water was left untouched, and SCP-4215 fired upon an oil refinery 7 kilometres away. It is theorized SCP-4215 was out of targets.
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1 wild Alaskan salmon, fed with 53 plastic packing pellets.
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SCP-4215 produced 1 cube of ipecac, which it forcefully fed to the salmon by firing it from its barrel.
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The salmon was left unharmed, though it expulged every packing pellet, which were consumed by I. sakaiensis.
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3 barrels of crude oil.
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The barrels were promptly destroyed by blasts from SCP-4215’s barrel. The oil was filtered by SCP-4215 for the rest of the day.
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Upon completing filtration, SCP-4215 expelled 3 bones belonging to Latimeria chalumnae (West Indian coelecanth) and 2 belonging to Latimeria menadoensis. (Indonesian coelecanth)
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Graciliaria salicornia colonies.
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SCP-4215 produced a cloud of liquid, later determined to be squid ink, preventing the colonies from photosynthesizing. It then fired upon the colonies, as well as the remote submersible by which the algae was delivered. It was later determined one colony had been caught on the submersible’s arm.
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No colony remained alive.
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Interview Log 1
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Klatz
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Interviewee: SCP-4215-1.
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Note: This interview was performed entirely through Morse, with Researcher Klatz flashing a light to communicate as non-anomalous instances of Sepia lycidas would.
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Klatz:THIS IS KLATZ, SCP-4215 LISTEN FOR RESPOND. OVER
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4215-1:RESPOND. THAT IS NOT OUR CALLSIGN
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Klatz:WHAT IS IT
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4215-1:STS
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Klatz:MEANING
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4215-1:SQUID TANK SQUAD
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Klatz:HELLO STS
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4215-1:HI FRIEND
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Klatz:WHY ARE YOU DOWN HERE WHAT DO YOU DO
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4215-1:WE PROTECT REEF BY SHOOTING WHAT HARMS IT
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Klatz:YOUR TANK FIRES STRANGE AMMO CAN YOU TELL HOW IT WORKS
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4215-1:WE PRESS A BUTTON HERE. OUR HELMSMAN DOES ANOTHER AND IT SHOOTS WHAT WE WANT
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Klatz:DO YOU REQUIRE FOOD OR WATER
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4215-1:WE NOT HUNGRY OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PROTECT
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Klatz:HOW DID YOU ENTER THIS TANK WE FIND ITS HULL IMPENETRABLE
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4215-1:WE ARE A GROUP OF SOLDIERS WE GOT SEPARATED FROM BTTLN WE FOUND TANK THEN WE HIT IT WITH HELMETS AND GUNS THEY BROKE BUT WE NOW PROTECT FISHES
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Klatz:CAN YOU TELL US LOCATIONS OF REST OF YOUR BTTLN
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4215-1:WE DONT KNOW NOW WE DEFEND THIS REEF BY ANY MEANS NCSSRY
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Klatz:THAT WILL BE ALL
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<END LOG>
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Incident 4215-A/2
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A month after Incident 4215-A/1, SCP-4215 ceased patrol, and began to produce a repeated message from its barrel in Morse, refusing 6 interview attempts.
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NOTHING LEFT
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+JUST AS TIDE HITS SAND
+WE CANNOT STOP DESTINY
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The destroyed oil tanker Hephaestus.
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Following this transmission, SCP-4215 began to fire upon all commercial vessels in a 20 kilometer radius, causing 24 casualties when it fired Stinger surface-to-air missiles upon an oil tanker. SCP-4215 then proceeded to reduce the spilled hydrocarbons into its base carbonic form, using it to create coral polyps and S. comedenti instances. Immediately after, SCP-4215 beached itself for the first time during Incident 4215-A/3. Details are located below.
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Incident 4215-A/3: Event Log
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SCP-4215 beaches itself on the coast of Melbourne. Stopping on the beach, it fires rounds, instantly vaporizing garbage cans, as well as their contents. SCP-4215 leaves recycling bins untouched. It continues towards the city center, occasionally firing ink and tear gas at civilians who threw recyclable material, such as glass or plastic, in garbage receptacles. Its explosive rounds occasionally are fired at houses with visible smoke output from chimneys, damaging 13 buildings. Once reaching the city’s industrial district, it stops, shooting all non-electric cars in a 6 block distance with rifle rounds, detonating all targets, before running over each. SCP-4215 then fires Stinger missiles at 5 factories in the district, before returning to the reef. Environmental analysis showed the damaged factories were responsible for approximately a third of Melbourne’s carbon dioxide output. Although no direct civilian casualties were caused by SCP-4215’s attack, its resultant destruction killed 35 and injured 212. SCP-4215 was found to deploy miniature surface to air missiles to destroy any plastic commercial items that were not found in recycling receptacles. Video analysis displays the tank firing at the beat of a Morse code message: DONE. This message was repeated 3 times. Class A amnestics were administered to the affected.
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Interview Log 2
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Klatz
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Interviewee: SCP-4215-1.
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Klatz:THIS IS KLATZ OVER
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Klatz:HELLO
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Klatz:ARE YOU RSPND
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Klatz:WHAT DID YOU DO
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Klatz:THEY WERE INNOCENT
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(SCP-4215-1 does not respond till 5 minutes after initial questioning.)
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4215-1:NOT TO US (Video feed cuts out.)
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(Following this statement, SCP-4215 fired on the submersible, rendering it destroyed. Foundation video analysis suggests the cause of loss of video to be an anchor to the submersible’s control matrix.)
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4222 is to be contained and protected in its natural habitat. Foundation naval assets are to maintain a 5km zone of exclusion around the approximate location of SCP-4222. Civilian vessels approaching the zone are to be redirected using cover story SCP-4222-A ("rescue operation").
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MTF Mu-17 ("Sea Shepherds") are tasked with tracking and protecting SCP-4222.
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In the event of atypical value fluctuation by City Trust International Bank stock, a marine veterinarian is to assess the health of SCP-4222 within one business day. Personnel assigned to the SCP-4222 containment team are prohibited from purchasing CTIB stock.
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Description: SCP-4222 is a Northern bluefin tuna with the City Trust International Bank corporation (CTIB) located in its gut.
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SCP-4222 displays no anomalous physical properties other than possessing a financial institution in place of a digestive system. The processes by which SCP-4222 interacts with telecommunication devices and ships/receives materials are not yet understood. Monitoring of wireless transmission indicates that all CTIB transactions are being conducted through SCP-4222; intercepted communications1 confirm that the company's routine operations are occurring inside of a bluefin tuna. No CTIB offices or employees have been confirmed to exist outside of the tuna.2
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City Trust International Bank continues to operate, and is financially entangled with 23% of the companies on the New York Stock Exchange. Disruption of the company's operations would cause severe economic instability and threaten the normalcy of the world economy.3 Research on extracting the corporation from the gut of the entity is underway.
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The point in time at which City Trust International Bank went or became inside a tuna is the subject of ongoing investigation.
From: EstevezJ@████.███
+To: WilliamsM@████.███
+Subject: Nice work
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Congratulations, your call about the conversion rate from squid proteins to deutchmarks was dead on. Unfortunately, Kelly is still out on sick leave - she's been working out of the lower intestine, and that last round of bowel parasites is crossing right through her. We're going to need someone to lock in those trades by the end of the day, the sooner the better.
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Get this taken care of, then meet me at the gallbladder after close of trade for a round of enzymes. My treat.
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-J
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James Estevez
+Junior Vice President
+Protein Acquisition and Absorption
+City Trust International Bank
+North Atlantic Region
+~~"Capital isn't scarce; vision is" - Sam Walton~~
An autonomous probe was installed in a bait fish and fed to SCP-4222 to assess its internal anatomy.
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Mission commences. Tongue and gill interiors appear normal.
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4 seconds: Probe enters the throat. Video shows typical interior of bluefin tuna esophagus. Typing and easy listening jazz can be heard.
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12 seconds: Probe enters the stomach. Stomach contents appropriate for a bluefin tuna4 are visible in addition to stomach walls and digestive fluids. The toe of a wingtip shoe is visible protruding from from the stomach wall on the right side of the frame.
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13 seconds: A female arm passes through the frame, holding an Android smartphone on which it uses its thumb to type.
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14 seconds: A discolored square is visible in the upper part of the frame, with patterns resembling text. Text is illegible, though with formatting that suggests a contract or financial document. Thick fingers5 emerge from the walls of the stomach and begin stroking the interior of the square.
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15 seconds: The outline of a face is visible beneath the stomach acid at the bottom of the frame6. The face expresses intense duress and makes motions indicative of drowning.
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+17 seconds: Stomach wall contracts on the left of the frame as gas bubbles shift in the digestive acid. Cheering and excited vocalization by a group of about 15 voices can be heard in the distance.
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18 seconds: Camera reaches the duodenum.
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19-278 seconds: Camera rests against sphincter leading into large intestine. Sounds of office equipment and gurgling can be heard periodically.
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279 seconds: Camera passes through duodenum into large intestine. Texture and coloration of organ walls are clearly distinct from fish digestive tract; analysis later confirmed that the interior of the large intestine was human rather than piscine.
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280-284 seconds: The autonomous probe, which is sized for the bluefin tuna digestive tract, ruptures the wall of the intestine. Heavily muffled, extremely distressed vocalizations can be heard.
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285 seconds: Transmission ends as camera is audibly crushed.
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4 hours after the conclusion of Exploration 4222-001, reports were detected that Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, MA had admitted CTIB Chief Financial Officer Jacob Chapman with severe abdominal pain and herniation.7 Foundation automated surveillance was alerted when hospital records stated that "drone parts" were extracted from Chapman's large intestine.
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Agents Larson and Reynolds were dispatched to investigate. Contact was lost with the agents shortly after they reported entering the hospital. The agents' implanted tracking devices recorded that they had been transported to the vicinity of SCP-4222; marine rescue teams were deployed, but were unable to locate the agents. Over the next several days, DNA from each of the missing personnel was found in stool samples collected from SCP-4222.
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Further exploration of any physical space inside SCP-4222 and/or contractually associated with City Trust International Bank requires L4 approval.
Starman (Mu-17 Delta) and trainer during equipment check.
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Protection of SCP-4222 requires diverting SCP-4222 from commercial fishing routes and oil spills, diverting sharks and orcas from its location, and ensuring that it is not trapped in discarded nets or other debris. Frequent intervention by divers is required: 336 dives per year on average since initial containment.
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Though diving operations are relatively safe and inexpensive, the entity's anomalous properties have proven hazardous to the financial health of human divers. Interfering with SCP-4222's movement path or accidentally passing underneath it can result in the loss of retirement funds, revocation of mortgages, damage to credit scores and in one case the repossession of a set of SCUBA equipment being worn by a containment team member.8 The largest part of SCP-4222's budget in 2017 (64%, up from 49% the previous year) was used to reimburse personnel affected by these phenomena.
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To decrease risks and costs associated with SCP-4222, the containment team recommends forming a task force of bottlenose dolphins trained to protect the object and confine it to safe locations within its natural habitat.
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Approval was granted following a cost-benefit analysis and Ethics Committee vote of 6-1 in favor. A panel of marine biologists and behavior specialists was convened to develop an appropriate training program for a pod of eleven bottlenose dolphins9 designated MTF Mu-17 ("Sea Shepherds").
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Since MTF Mu-17 began operation in January 2017, there have been zero Foundation casualties associated with SCP-4222. The constant proximity of the mobile task force to SCP-4222 has made it possible to reduce the zone of exclusion from 5 to 3 km, lowering the cost of containment by over 20%.
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UPDATE November 2017: Following the discovery that the anomaly interacts with the finances of Mu-17's trainers and handlers, 4 of the dolphins10 were trained to teach and reinforce skills related to containment protocols. This action successfully eliminated the need for daily management by human personnel, lowering containment costs by a further 28%.
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UPDATE August 2018: Following the escape of Starman (Mu-17 Delta) and Zippy (Mu-17 Kilo), bottlenose dolphins in the wild have been observed herding and collecting bluefin tuna using techniques derived from Foundation training. Efforts to locate and amnesticize all dolphins and other marine mammals exposed to such techniques are underway.
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Media and academic reports of dolphins establishing tuna-based economies are to be discredited.
Special Containment Procedures: All available military assets are at the site of SCP-4290's sealing and are prepared to use any means necessary to neutralize the anomaly. Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), Mobile Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara"), and Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") have been outfitted with experimental paratech weaponry and are situated within SCP-4290's containment perimeter. Grids of nuclear mines have been planted in the vicinity of the sealing site, prepared to detonate if Foundation assets are destroyed. The Dagaz-Break Orbital Strike System has been enabled in the event of a breach past the containment perimeter.
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Emergency shelters for civilians and selected Foundation personnel are being prepared in the event that containment measures fail. The probability of failure is undetermined.
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Qinghai Lake, Qinghai Province, China.
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Description: SCP-4290 is a Class-I Eschatological Entity that was thaumaturgically sealed approximately 10,000 years in the past. Its seal is expected to break in the next seven days.
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The site of the sealing (SCP-4290-LOCK) is in Qinghai Lake at a depth of 32.8m from the surface, and is constructed from eight beryllium-bronze totems. The totems resemble armored humans, engraved with networks of banishing runes and arranged onto the points of an eight-fold fractal pattern carved into the lake bed (20m wide). Bursts of red light are periodically released from its center. These have intensified in brightness over the past month.
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Information on SCP-4290 has been recovered from SCP-1726 and other such anomalous records sources. A translated excerpt on the entity from an unknown writer is below:
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The Child rose its ten mouths to the heavens, stretched wide twenty arms, and ripped the umbilical cord from the sack on its head. The warriors surged to its legs, hoping to tear those newly born limbs before they could move, but from the mouths spilled torrents of darkness and dead geometries. None could flee. Reality rippled with the warriors stretching along its folds and the darkness crunched into their skulls with flares of scarlet. The Child wheezed, dragging skeletal fingers through the dead and the land around.
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The fingers retracted. Flames burst, then subsided; wax rained, then dissolved; then the island, its warriors, and every soul still left melted into the darkness. For ten days the Child drank it.
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All the world trembled.
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Addendum.4290.1: Repair Attempts
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On 02/08/2022 televisions in Qinghai Province and outlying areas abruptly displayed images of an entity matching SCP-4290 rising over a melting cityscape, with an androgynous voice telling viewers to "repair the Child's locks." This has repeated in frequency, with the voice shifting to say "there is little time left — repair." Investigation led to the discovery of SCP-4290-LOCK.
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Efforts into finding means by which SCP-4290-LOCK could be reinforced were launched. Searches of SCP-1726, undercover excursions into the Wanderer's Library, and the ruins of specific far-past civilizations found that this is not the first time the seal has needed repairs. Civilizations including the Erikeshans, the Xia Dynasty, and ancient Ortothans have strengthened the seal with sacrificial rituals and the engraving of new runes onto the totems. The last group to have performed this were the Daevites, shortly before their culture was destroyed c. 270.
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The Foundation Department of Occult Containment arranged for the rites and engravings to be performed. A submersible containing the ritual setup1 and remotely operated underwater vehicles (ROVs) with carving equipment descended to the center of SCP-4290-LOCK on 09/08/2022. However, halfway through performance of the ritual, a red light burst accompanied with the release of high levels of gamma radiation and heat occurred. Radiation damage caused the ROVs to accidentally damage existing runes, and the interruption of the ritual led to only two cadavers and half the heart to vanish as planned.
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Television broadcasts repeated later that day, its voice now stating:
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The sacrifice did not reach the ten maws. Brace.
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Addendum.4290.2: 15/08/2022 Defection Incident
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At 01:00, several personnel stationed at Qinghai Lake acted against Foundation orders and fled the area. One of the involved agents, Agent Zenovia Marinos, left the following message on a piece of paper in their quarters before leaving:
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Do we think we can actually stop this? No civilization before us wanted to fight the Child. None of them. Hell, Xia had tech better than anything we've got and even they were afraid. The sacrifices won't work anymore — it refuses to consume them. They aren't enough to satiate it. Once that seal breaks we'll have a world of molten darkness and the Child will be all that's left, eating. Drinking.
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The activation of Ways to extradimensional spaces was detected nearby. Tracking is not considered a priority.
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Addendum.4290.3: Sealing Updates (16/08/2022)
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Seismometers have detected a series of high energy seismic "pulses" radiating from directly under SCP-4290-LOCK, consistent with models on the effects of dimensional distortion on terrain. Red light now encompasses the entire sealing site, and the totems are observed to be crumbling.
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Addendum.4290.4: Scenario 4290/UNLOCK
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On 17/08/2022, the totems comprising SCP-4290-LOCK disintegrated. Military assets assembled at the shore of Qinghai Lake, and ten minutes later a 40m long emaciated humanoid organism matching descriptions of SCP-4290 phased out of the ground and onto the seabed. Orders were sent to only fire once activity was observed. Personnel waited two hours.
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After a further hour of waiting, ROVs were sent to SCP-4290, followed by an expeditionary crew equipped with Lambda-Model Thaumatohazard Suits. Dozens of human corpses and hearts used in the sacrificial repair rituals rested on the entity's mouths, none having been consumed. No thaumic radiation, psi-wave emissions, or any other signs of activity were registered. All life functions in SCP-4290 had ceased.
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In-site autopsies were performed. Based on these, the entity is estimated to have died approximately 9,000 years ago. The cause of death was determined to be malnutrition.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-438 is currently deployed in the field in the custody of Reconnaissance Team Kappa-6. Experimental proposals will not be considered at this time; however, SCP-438b may be available. See addendum.
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Description: SCP-438 is a white canvas straitjacket of the Posey brand, dating to about 1930, fitted with straps of an unknown material. The jacket is designed for versatility and will fit and securely restrain some 95% of adult humans when properly adjusted.
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The threshold for the effects of SCP-438 is unknown, as are the precise extent of the effects; research is based entirely upon self-reported personal experience and is therefore unreliable save in the most quantifiable circumstances.
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When SCP-438 is worn in a manner consistent with historical uses of straitjackets, the wearer falls into a comatose state combined with a continuous out-of-body experience (OBE); the subject’s mind effectively becomes a disembodied consciousness. This form has no physical properties, cannot interact directly with the physical world, and cannot be measured or detected by any means available to us, including other SCP objects. However, even cursory tests prove that the state is quite real – the consciousness is actually separated from the body, able to traverse vast distances instantly and effortlessly, and retains a full range of sensory perception. Memory is comparable to what the subject would have in an unaltered state.
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During the coma, communication with the subject runs only one way and is possible only insofar as his or her consciousness is actually present. The duration of the OBE is out of the subject’s control, and the straitjacket must be removed for the patient to resume normal function. Leaving the jacket on for prolonged periods results in a reluctance or inability of the subject to return to his or her body. If the consciousness does not return, the subject will experience brain death. The duration at which 50% of subjects do not return to their bodies is roughly 81 minutes. It is unknown, and conveniently untestable, whether or not the consciousness persists after this point.
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SCP-438 has obvious applications in the field of espionage and scientific exploration, but carries considerable risk, both to the subject and to sensitive data on the part of the agency employing the item. It is fortunate that the subject must trust his or her comrades in order to use the item safely; if there is reason to suspect the subject's loyalty, the item may simply be left on until the subject has expired.
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ADDENDUM [O5 - HIGH PRIORITY]:
+An item of identical form and function has been discovered in [DATA EXPUNGED]. Classified SCP-438b, this provides irrefutable proof that SCP-438 is not a unique item. Considering the potential security risk involved, acquisition of any and all others should be pursued as a top priority. Orders from O5-2.
SCP-4450-α and -β. Photograph recovered from SCP-4450-α during Incident 4261990-4450.
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Item #: SCP-4450
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Appearances of SCP-4450-α and/or SCP-4450-β are to be immediately reported to the Site Director, alongside any on-site O5 council-members. SCP-4450-α and -β are to be asked to await their arrival. Any requests for readily available sums of money made by SCP-4450-α or SCP-4450-β during this time are to be granted.
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Once the Site Director or any member of the O5 council arrives at the location of SCP-4450-α or -β, they are to be considered the Point of Contact until SCP-4450-α and -β demanifest. All personnel are to divert any further requests to the Point of Contact.
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Investigation into the method of accessing SCP-4450-1 is to continue until entry is successfully achieved.
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Description: SCP-4450-α and -β are Caucasian males always observed wearing black and grey suits, respectively. SCP-4450-α and -β refer to one another as brothers, and often address each other by name, with SCP-4450-α being called "Chris", and SCP-4450-β being called "Beryl".
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SCP-4450-α and -β both speak in a very informal style often couched in thinly-veiled threats. These threats often revolve around property damage and the scale of the threats increases based on the number of missed payments. The only known method of preventing this destructive behavior is through the offer of sufficient payment of physical currency1, after which SCP-4450-α and -β behave significantly more cordially for a time (approximately 6 months).
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SCP-4450-α and -β claim to be agents of an unspecified employer, and express desire to collect payment for property damage suffered by their employer. When questioned on the nature of the property damage, SCP-4450-α described a nuclear attack upon a structure resembling an extraplanar pocket dimension, designated SCP-4450-1. Further details regarding the nature of SCP-4450-1 as well as methods of accessing SCP-4450-1 are still being investigated.
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SCP-4450-α and -β have displayed a number of anomalous properties, including:2
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speed, strength, and durability far beyond human maxima.
Points of Contact are authorized to withdraw up to 95% of on-site currency reserves in order to pay SCP-4450-α and -β. In the event that this sum is deemed insufficient, no attempts to bargain are to be made. They are to be asked to wait until funds and assets are consolidated from other Foundation facilities.
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Once SCP-4450-α and -β express satisfaction with the offered payment, they, along with the offered physical payment, will simultaneously vanish.
Team Members: Ω-7 Lucy / Ω-7 Dandelion / Ω-7 Hayes / SCP-076-2 "Subject Able"
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Foreword: MTF Omega-7 responding to subdue destructive entities at 37.524███, -89.386███4
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Feed shows Ω-7 Wilbur, Ω-7 Lucy, Ω-7 Dandelion, Ω-7 Hayes, and Subject Able sitting within Ω-7 taskforce dropship. Subject Able is motionless with its eyes closed and head bowed.
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Ω-7 Wilbur: We're landing. Standby to move out.
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Ω-7 Hayes: What do we know about the anomaly?
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Ω-7 Wilbur: Practically fuck all. All the GOC sent with their SOS was that there are two of them, and that they blew away most of their compound.
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Subject Able shows signs of unrest. Dropship interior shakes and rear exit hatch opens. Field of view moves with Ω-7 Wilbur.
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Ω-7 Wilbur: Let's move, people! Keep your eyes peeled for hostiles.
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Ω-7 Lucy: Jesus fuck, they really did a number on the building.
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View shifts to show an extensive field of concrete and metal rubble. 4 crashed assault helicopters and 13 dead Global Occult Coalition personnel are visible within the debris.
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Subject Able: (Yelling) Why are you hiding up there, [Sumerian word, untranslated] cowards?
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Camera moves to take in Subject Able, who is looking towards the sky. View moves upwards to show SCP-4450-α and -β levitating roughly 30m above the ground. Several seconds pass, during which Subject Able can be heard growling, before SCP-4450-α and -β vanish and reappear on the ground roughly 20m from Ω-7 Wilbur.
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Ω-7 Dandelion: Careful. Looks like they can teleport.
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Subject Able: That wasn't teleport. Fast movement. Stay back, this will be fun for me.
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SCP-4450-α and -β begin walking towards Subject Able.
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SCP-4450-α: Oi, are you lads here to pay for the damages? They said they was sendin' for someone, but we got tired of waiting. You lads should know how it is, accidents 'appen.
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Subject Able leaps forward, manifesting a 2m long sword and swinging it down towards SCP-4450-α. SCP-4450-α's left arm repositions between frames and intercepts Subject Able's attack. Despite fully halting the swing, SCP-4450-α displays no signs of physical exertion.
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SCP-4450-β: You lads trying to start somethin' while we're just trying to collect an honest debt here? Now that's just a shame, innit, Chris?
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SCP-4450-α: Terrible shame, Beryl. Trying to get out of paying like that.
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SCP-4450-α clenches its fist, shattering Subject Able's weapon. Subject Able manifests a pair of 1m long swords towards SCP-4450-α. SCP-4450-α similarly repositions both of its arms to intercept the attacks.
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SCP-4450-β: You'd best watch out, mate. My brother gets upset when people try dodgin' their debt. Things tend to break when people get upset, don't they Chris?
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SCP-4450-α: That's right Beryl, that's right. Shame how people never learn their lesson.
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SCP-4450-α's left hand strikes through Subject Able's left arm, severing the extremity above the elbow. Subject Able stabs towards SCP-4450-α with the blade in its right hand. SCP-4450-α's right hand punches the blade, shattering the weapon and crushing Subject Able's right arm.
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Ω-7 Wilbur: Able! Withdraw! Omega-7, give him some covering fire!
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Ω-7 Wilbur, Ω-7 Lucy, Ω-7 Dandelion, and Ω-7 Hayes open fire on SCP-4450-α and -β. No damage is present on SCP-4450-α or -β.
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Ω-7 Hayes: What the hell? Why aren't they going down?
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SCP-4450-α delivers a blow through Subject Able's midsection, then kicks it aside. Subject Able collapses and attempts to rise, displaying symptoms of acute shock. SCP-4450-β walks towards Ω-7 Wilbur.
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SCP-4450-β: Well this is a lovely little group you've got here, captain. Surely you'd be very troubled if something happened to it.
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SCP-4450-α disappears from frame. Ω-7 Lucy screams briefly. Camera turns to show Ω-7 Lucy lying on the ground and bleeding from a wound to the lower back.
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SCP-4450-β: Well, looks like my brother's being clumsy captain. You might want to figure out where to get us our money, captain.
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Ω-7 Wilbur faces SCP-4450-β.
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Ω-7 Wilbur: Look, if it's money you're after, I'm certain my employers can offer the funds you need! Just let us get in contact with them.
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Ω-7 Dandelion screams, falling forward into frame.
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Ω-7 Wilbur: Stop, goddamn it!
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SCP-4450-β: We're tired of waiting, Captain. Our employer sent us here to get his money, so we ain't gonna stop 'till we've got it.
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Ω-7 Wilbur: B— We don't have any with us, I— Look, take our dropship! It's worth a few hundred million, easy!
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SCP-4450-α and -β exchange quizzical glances. SCP-4450-β shrugs and nods.
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SCP-4450-α: It's a little light, but I guess it'll do for now. Hurry on back to yer bosses, we'll be back soon.
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SCP-4450-α walks back towards the collapsed Subject Able, who is still attempting to stand, and withdraws a photograph from within its suit, dropping it on Subject Able.
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SCP-4450-α: Here's somethin' to remember us by, soldier. Come see us when we get back, if you've managed to get yourself pulled back together.
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SCP-4450-α, -β, board Dropship Ω-7. SCP-4450-α can be seen uttering something. SCP-4450-α, -β, and Dropship Ω-7 dematerialize.
Filename: scp-4450.jpg
+Name: StateLibQld 2 139509 Two men posing for a portrait, 1880-1890.jpg
+Author: Unknown
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: casino.jpg
+Name: Casino Ballroom, MON 1909.jpg
+Author: Henrique Augusto Vieira de Castro
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: corridorFINAL.jpg
+Author:Ayers, Kotzin
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
+Derivative of:
Note: This document was originally compiled by the Chinese Foundation Branch. As such, many Chinese characters and phrases will be found throughout as to keep the document as accurate as possible. Loose definitions will be supplied when deemed necessary.
Early 19th century gouache painting by a foreign Japanese visitor thought to be of SCP‑4522‑MQ.
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+Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of two kilometers is maintained atop the mountains surrounding SCP‑4522‑BT. A base camp with a minimum of two researchers1 are stationed within the perimeter. The Chinese Branch Researcher is tasked with maintaining continued communication between the Foundation and the inhabitants of SCP‑4522‑BT.
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Special access to SCP‑4522‑BT is permitted to personnel meeting the following conditions:
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The personnel is deemed unnecessary to the continued containment of SCP‑4522.
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The personnel is not aware of the anomalous properties of SCP‑4522‑PH.
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The personnel has not read this document.
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+Description: SCP‑4522 consists of the following:
A village located within the western Chinese Kunlun mountains, near the Tibetan border. Surrounded on all sides by mountains, SCP‑4522‑BT is largely inaccessible. All paths and buildings within SCP‑4522‑BT form sequentially larger rings around the center point, filling all available space within the valley, approximately 2.6 sq. km.
+The village is of moderate size, estimated to be populated by 315 individuals as of 11 April 2019, and is indicative of other similar 自然村落3 found in remote, rural areas of China. Despite SCP‑4522‑BT's elevation (measured at 3.6km above sea level,) the location experiences weather indicative of subtropical rain forests.
Referring to the individuals inhabiting SCP‑4522‑BT, the villagers appear identical to the stump‑tailed macaque, often found in the subtropical forests of South Asia. Satellite imagery has shown the village to consist entirely of these individuals and directional audio recordings have gleaned minimal data. However, it can be confirmed that the majority of SCP-4522-MQ instances speak using Guānhuà5 and display intelligence similar to that of an adult human.
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Only a single individual has been interacted with, one known as the 村長, or "Village Head." The Village Head is consistently the first member of the village encountered by any sentient being that approaches SCP‑4522‑BT. Access to the village may only be granted by the Village Head, and is otherwise inaccessible.6 A record of this interaction can be found in Addendum 4522-A.
+If deemed "玉"7 by the Village Head, the individual will be capable of entering. If deemed "玉不琢"8 the individual will be immediately compelled to leave the valley by any means. Following this, the individual will display selective amnesia related to all topics and events pertaining to SCP‑4522.
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+A Prunus persica tree10 of increased size centrally located within SCP‑4522‑BT. The fruit produced by SCP‑4522‑PH displays a number of anomalous properties. Consumption of the fruit will result in either the perceived enhancement or suppression of any anomalous properties possessed by an individual. This has also been shown to result in both the possible development and removal of anomalous abilities in certain individuals.
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At the time of writing, no tests have been performed directly by the Foundation in regards to these items. All known effects have been recorded from seized IJAMEA reports.
+All attempts to plant the pits of the fruit taken from SCP‑4522‑PH have resulted in non‑anomalous Prunus persica trees.
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Discovery: The existence of SCP-4522 has been known to the Foundation since the seizing of IJAMEA records by the Foundation branch following the conclusion of the Second Sino-Japanese War in 1945. Artistic depictions and written descriptions of SCP-4522-MQ and SCP-4522-PH are numerous and are known to the general population of the region as mythical figures. However, the quantity and the consistency of these depictions and descriptions led Foundation Researchers to theorize the existence of SCP-4522 prior to 1945.
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The first recorded physical discovery of SCP-4522 occurred on 20 June 1941 by an IJAMEA lead operative, Officer Numata Ichiyo. Numata had been tasked with exploring the Kunlun mountains in order to locate SCP-4522. Officer Numata was accompanied by four other subordinates, all of which were present for its discovery.
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A record of Numata Ichiyo's interactions was located in seized IJAMEA records and can be found in Addendum 4522-A.
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Addendum 4522-A: IJAMEA Discovery
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The following is a written description by IJAMEA lead operative Officer Numata Ichiyo of his discovery of SCP-4522. According to following reports, this is the only instance of a IJAMEA agent being allowed access to SCP-4522-BT, despite multiple efforts.
I, Shireikan Numata Ichiyo, am pleased to report the fruitification12 of Expeditionary Force 18's efforts within enemy China. I will now humbly recall that which was found.
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As tasked, Expeditionary Force 18 has traveled the vast extent of the expansive Kunlun mountains for the past seven months. On the final month, the sun smiled upon us as we crossed over the westernmost edges of the mountains. Breaching the crest of the highest peak we had traversed thus far, a wondrous sight did behold us.
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Far below the peak, within a valley ringed with equally tall mountains, a moderate amount of cloud cover floated lazily over a large display of green and brown. This is a most unusual item to find hidden within these tall mountains. Not one among Force 18 had seen such a sight since entering the shouldering giants of Kunlun. We did then descend below to discover a sight of more fascination then the usual greenness we could not believe to see.
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As we became closer, the truth was revealed as the valley held a village of medium size sitting in rings around a massive central tree.
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The temperature continued to rise with heightened quickness, in little time becoming uncomfortable for us with many layers of fur. As the bottom was reached, we found that we could not continue. The force of gods kept us from moving past a ring of jade that lay before us. Much was attempted with no measure of success.
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After a short time passes, my subordinates notice a creature approach. Quite strange, as this is village, one would expect a figure of a human or maybe a dog. But this was not human or dog, it was a monkey, walking like a human comfortable on two feet, dressed in priest garb and a tall hat. He held an item we know as Vajra in its hand, a weapon almost a third the size of monkey itself.
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Of even more strangeness, when this monkey reached our impassable jade wall, it spoke! In the common tongue of Chinese peasantry, to the immense surprise to all! To this I will relay what was spoken with accuracy:
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The monkey brings its hands together in the traditional greeting before speaking: "Good outsiders from beyond the ring of jade, however do I express my delight at your presence."
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In shock at the words being spoken out of the mouth of a monkey, myself and my subordinates did not immediately respond. So the monkey continued: "I will welcome you to the home of the jade peach, though I cannot yet permit you to pass through. First I will recognize myself. I am Chu YeBai, most humble and knowing servant of the village you see before you. And now you must recognize yourself."
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The speaking monkey, which claimed to be named, gestured outwardly towards myself and my subordinates. Yet, to my shame, we still could not find words to express our shock. In our many months of wandering, we had seen many mystical items of which those begging claimed to be fantastical and glorious, only to discover purely disappointment. Trickery and fraud had come to be expectation to us humble servants to the homeland.
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And yet, before us lay not fraud or trickery. No amount of polished steel or string could fabricate this mystical vision.
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In our silence this YeBai spoke once more, finding humor in our silence it let out a most human laugh: "Oh, oh my is it in my misfortune that a cluster of mutes hath stumble across the green below mists? It is most fortunate that names here are of least importance, both those given and those taken away. It is now that I would like to welcome you, however, a test must be performed."
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The monkey named YeBai extended its hand upward, offering this weapon, the Vajra, to myself. Entirely made of the jewel of jade, carved with such intricacy and care that only a master of craft might find the skill to pull such beauty from stone.
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It spoke once more: "Grasp this offering between both hands. Feel its weight both in hand as well as in self. Know that which is displayed will tell all that I need to know." Still offering the Vajra, this YeBai bowed deeply, arms raised in offering towards my humble self.
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It is now I discovered words once more, speaking before I take this item offered by the human voiced monkey: "Master Chu YeBai, you speak before us in a manner of much surprise to any familiar with your kind. I beg forgiveness for our silence for it is only the shock that forces our mouths closed. I beg further forgiveness in that I am not comfortable in accepting this gift you deeply offer. I must ask only a single question before I am to take hold of this, if this is acceptable to you."
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Still bowing with the offering, this YeBai speaks: "Ask as you may wish. I will answer as I may wish."
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Offering a respectful bow to this creature, I ask: "Master Chu YeBai, you are not a human yet you speak as one, how is this so?"
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The response to my request was a sharp, quiet laugh before the prostrated monkey responded: "I see now the name of the one before me is a horse owned by Sai Weng for with you brings a vision of misguided misfortune. In all misfortune, horse owned by Sai Weng, how can one know that which would become most fortunate? In tragedy, the self is lost to the merciless flow of time, but tragedy is not the end and before you is only the beginning, yes?"
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This humble servant to the homeland did not understand the meaning behind this creature's words, I am most ashamed to say. However, looking towards my subordinates, I knew I must lead forth to discover the answers. Without answers, I am to never know that which can bring peace and happiness to those I care for most. So, to this, I accepted this YeBai's offering and took ahold of the Vajra.
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In time, this humble one was declared "jade" by the creature and granted entrance into the village proper. Alas, only myself and my direct subordinate Hanaya were allowed entrance. Both Hattori and Ida were not granted entrance. Despite pleas by myself and Hanaya, these two did turn to ascend the peaks exiting the valley, speaking not a word. I mourn the loss of two good men and accept all acceptable punishment for my failure.
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To this, my report concludes. This village, despite the welcoming of a speaking monkey, was most usual otherwise.
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I do hope this pleases all to the satisfaction of the many.
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Addendum 4522-B: IJAMEA Testing
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The following is a record of the small number of tests performed by IJAMEA using SCP‑4522‑PH. Additional notes were included in the files and are reproduced as well.
The date of recording is the twenty first of June, 1941.
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The recording of testing is taken by the hand of this humble servant of the homeland, Medical Officer Jo Inoue.
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The commencement of kensa13 began on this day and the record of which follows shall examine the properties of a particular set of peaches. Of note are a number of peculiar initial observations of these peaches:
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The Shireikan, the man who recovered these intriguing foods, claims the age of these peaches far exceeds the known deterioration rate of familiar peaches. As such, it can be determined with some certainty the first unusual property: Greatly lowered rate of deterioration.
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With no exception, the peaches appear near identical to one another. Their perfection may make a humble one such as myself question the reality of their existence. Thus the second unusual property is identified: Perfect appearance.
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The Shireikan has claimed consumption of the peaches prior to surrendering his collection. It is claimed by this Shireikan that these peaches are beyond what one would expect from the taste of usual peaches. The words used by the Shireikan are: "Delicious above anything I have ever experienced." This has been confirmed with initial testing as well. As such, the third unusual property is noted: Exceptional flavor.
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Beyond this, the Shireikan claims no other unusual aspects to these peaches. Initial testing appears to verify this claim. However, this humble servant requests further testing and use of enemies within our care.
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To this I sign and beg acceptance:
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The date of recording is the sixteenth of July, 1941.
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The recording of testing is taken by the hand of this humble servant of the homeland, Medical Officer Jo Inoue.
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As directed, this humble servant of the homeland submits this monthly report on discovery and direction related to Item of Interest 033, also titled "Peaches of Immortality."
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Despite earlier mentioned the lowered deterioration of Peaches, items have begun to display quickened ripening. It is my expectation that items will be unusable within the next thirty days.
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As of the previous month, testing on enemies within our care was approved and began posthaste. Due to the scarcity of items, testing was still limited. The following observations were made as a result:
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It is the strong opinion of this humble servant that Item of Interest 033 has further qualities than informed by our good Shireikan Numata Ichiyo. This will be elaborated on below but I declare strongly that this man bore falsehood against his countrymen.
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Upon consumption of Item of Interest 033, subjects consistently display a number of distinguishing events.
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+The first of which is an unnatural silence. This is noted particularly in one enemy subject who is punished daily for persistent outbursts. This individual did not speak a word for the following five days. This is the most apparent instance, however, this appeared to be consistent against all tested subjects.
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+The second of which is the appearance of some degree of unnatural abilities. This humble servant is ashamed to say that it is not known to what degree these abilities manifest and if any similarity is to be discovered. All subjects tested, six in total, began to show mystical abilities not yet seen by our own eyes. The only consistent nature of these abilities appears to be their usefulness in allowing these subjects to escape their confinement. It is this one's understanding that, due to this, all enemy testing is to cease.
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+The third of which is the disappearance or lowering of unnatural abilities. A final test commenced upon three enemies within our care already displaying some measure of unnatural abilities. Two of these enemies displayed what one would describe as personally "useful" skills. These two displayed enhanced abilities following testing.
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+However, one of these enemies displayed a most interesting condition that causes continued life no matter the degree of suffering imposed physically or mentally. This apparent immortality has been a most useful, allowing for all manner of kensa. Following the consumption of Item of Interest 033, this most useful enemy appeared to lose this ability, taking its wretched life six days following testing. I mourn the loss of this most useful subject.
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I declare as a servant to this glorious homeland that these items, these "Peaches of Immortality," are of significant desirability. As of currently, only two of these items still persist and this will not be for long. The sheer possibilities presented by the apparent abilities of these items could result in a force unseen in the history of man.
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The two documents below were found within the same file containing the testing reports.
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OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF EXECUTION
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Shireikan Numata Ichiyo is declared to be put to death for the loss of two men under his care as well as declaring falsehoods against the homeland. This is to be carried out after suitable suffering is laid upon the failure of this pitiful individual.
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OFFICIAL SEARCH ORDER
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Disgraced Numata Ichiyo has escaped from detention despite overwhelming efforts to disallow such numerous nearly successful attempts. The failure of those allowing the escape will be punished as is expected. Additionally, this most disgraceful man has stolen important items from IJAMEA research facilities. These items are to be returned along with the man.
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This concludes all recovered IJAMEA documents related to SCP-4522
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Addendum 4522-C: Current Foundation Reports
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Rediscovery of SCP-4522 by Foundation individuals took place on April 2, 2019, with contact made the following day. Chinese Foundation Branch researcher Chen Sui and Foundation Researcher Kory Michaels have been assigned to the newly designated Site 37.
I apologize in advance for the informal tone of this document. However, Kory and I have just finished the absolutely absurd task of crossing mountains we are both convinced to be taller than Everest. We are only scientists so we are more than a little exhausted. I can't be bothered to sound like an actual scientist right now.
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This is Chen Sui writing. I have arrived along with my fellow Scientist and Researcher Kory Michaels at the site of SCP-4522. It is… April 9th, 2019.
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I was told that it is not possible to fly a helicopter here or airdrop anyone with any sort of accuracy towards the site. So… we hiked. And survived, somehow.
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All things considered, though, it's quite nice here! As mentioned in the IJAMEA reports, the atmosphere here is something akin to a rainforest, though a very comfortable one. Also, as the reports say, we are unable to cross into the village proper.
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Both Kory and I have also met the SCP‑4522‑MQ entity known as Chu YeBai. We took footage of that and I will attach it to this document. I will say, he is not what I expected from the depiction in the IJAMEA report… but you will know what I mean when you watch the footage.
+We both look forward to continued communication with YeBai and hope to see approved entry into the village within the month.
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Site 37 — April 9 Video Transcript
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+Muffled breathing, heavy footstepsVideo:
+Field of wild flowers, about a foot tall on average. The wild flowers appear to terminate at a dense wall of deciduous trees about 100m ahead. The camera looks towards another individual, identified as Researcher Chen Sui, who is removing her jacket, hat, and scarf.
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+Continued muffled breathing followed by irrelevant chatter by the two researchersVideo:
+Researchers are approaching the wall of trees, approximately 95m ahead a small figure appears in front of the trees.
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+Researcher Chen: "Look, I think that's him. From the reports."
+Researcher Michaels: "It would certainly seem that wa—"Video:
+As Researchers approach, it becomes clearly apparent that the figure is a Macaque of near identical description as given by the IJAMEA report. The camera looks briefly towards Researcher Chen as both Researchers collide with an unseen object, falling backwards into the field.
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+SCP-4522-MQ (speaking in Guānhuà):The voice is distant still. "Two visitors, turn around! Leave! We have no place for you here!"Video:
+The researchers lift themselves out of the field, taking some time to do so likely due to their heavy packs. As the camera rises, a line of jade, about five centimeters across and inlaid with currently unknown figures, is seen briefly.
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+Researcher Chen(speaking in Guānhuà): "Greetings, friend! We mean no harm. We have traveled for many days and only wish to seek a suitable place to place our camp."Video:
+Researcher Chen brushes herself off before putting her hands together and bowing respectfully towards the Macaque. The camera pans to back to see the Macaque has reached the jade border as well. To note is the peculiar humanoid posture and anachronistic attire. The Macaque does not return the welcoming gesture.
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+SCP-4522-MQ(speaking in Guānhuà): "We are no friends. I know my friends and you most certainly do not bear any resemblance to a single one. For one, you are at least four times their size. Either four of my friends stand atop each other as some sort of jape or you are an intruder."
+Researcher Michaels(speaking in English): "What is he saying, Sui? I can understand some of it and it doesn't sound at all friendly."Video:
+The Macaque stands sharply in front of the two researchers, both arms behind its back, and keeping strong eye contact with Researcher Chen.
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+Researcher Chen(speaking in Guānhuà): "I beg your forgiveness. It was intended as only a friendly greeting. You would not happen to be named Chu YeBai? I am Chen Sui and this is Kory Michaels. We ha—"Video:
+When the name "Chu YeBai" is spoken, the Macaque shows immediate visible distress. It backs up, away from the border slightly and appears to grow much tenser. It then interrupts Researcher Chen. This SCP-4522-MQ instance will be referred to as Chu YeBai from here on.
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+Chu YeBai(speaking in Guānhuà): Voice raised, wavering slightly "Forgiveness is not something you beg or ask for, intruder. I do not know how you came to know my most humble of names but there are scant few ways in which you have come to know it. As such, you must leave. You will never be granted permission to enter. Never."Video:
+Researcher Chen looks towards the camera with a raised eyebrow, giving a slight shrug. Chu YeBai shakes its hand holding what appears to be the Jade Vajra towards the two researchers as it spoke.
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+Researcher Michaels(Speaking in English): "That doesn't sound good. What did he say?"
+Researcher Chen(Speaking in English): "To put it briefly, that we will never be allowed to enter. I think we should maybe just set up camp nearby and try again another time, eh?"
+Chu YeBai(speaking in Guānhuà): "Another time? Another time? Hah! You can try all you may like, but I will never declare you Jade. Here! Take hold of this so I can watch you climb atop the peaks, away from our peaceful home!"Video:
+Researcher Chen shows surprise in Chu YeBai's apparent understanding of English. She begins to reach out for the Vajra before pulling her hand away, shaking her head.
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+Researcher Chen(Speaking in Guānhuà): "However long it takes, honorable Chu YeBai."
+Chu YeBai: Scoffs but does not reply.Video:
+Researcher Chen places her hands together and gives a short bow before turning to leave, Researcher Michaels turning to follow after her.
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+Researcher Michaels(Speaking in English): "What do you think that was about?"
+Researcher Chen(Speaking in English): "Haven't a clue. Not at all what I expected. I think I see a good spot to set up camp, though."Video:
+The Researchers walk in the opposite direction to locate a camping spot.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4562 is kept in a standard large item containment chamber. All research, security, or maintenance personnel that wish to enter the chamber must undergo a full psychological evaluation before entering to ensure that no traumatic events or family abuse occurred during their childhood.
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SCP-4562-1 must be kept in a standard anomalous object storage box. Access to SCP-4562-1 is to be restricted to Level 3/C0 researchers and only for the duration of the testing.
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Description: SCP-4562 is a black Bösendorfer Model 290 "Imperial" concert grand piano. Its anomalous effects manifest when any music is played on it. The user, herein designated SCP-4562-A, will experience different effects according to what key they are playing:
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Low-note keys will cause SCP-4562-A to re-live moments they consider to be particularly traumatic or embarrassing;
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High-note keys will cause SCP-4562-A to re-live moments they consider to be happy, such as time they spent with a friend, a success or a special present they received;
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Black keys possess the ability to alter a subject's memories. When a high-note one is played, SCP-4562-A's memories of their childhood will change in a positive manner, while when a low-note one is played SCP-4562-A's memories will be affected in a negative way. This does not actually change the memories themselves, but rather the way SCP-4562-A perceives them.1
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It should be noted that playing any single key will not cause these effects to manifest. In order for them to be activated, SCP-4562-A must play a specific melody2 .
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SCP-4562-1 is a white envelope with the words "My Music" written on its front side. It contains 34 music sheets, all of which have piano pieces written on them. 12 of the pieces are unknown to Foundation music specialists and are presumed to be original compositions, while the other 22 are known music pieces such as a reduction of Beethoven's Ode to Joy for solo piano. All of the sheets have been marked as "Property of James Simons" with a red permanent marker.
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Addendum A-Testing Log 4562-1
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Foreword: As it was initially theorized that the only pieces capable of activating SCP-4562 were the 12 original compositions, D-class subjects were instructed to seat at the piano and play them one by one. The results were as follows:
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Piece #1
+Subject: D-1258
+D-1258 is a 23-year old Caucasian male, convicted of multiple violent crimes including assault and rape. His background analysis revealed expulsions from 3 different school establishments for violent behavior against his classmates, as well as difficult family conditions, his father being an alcoholic and his mother being addicted to cocaine.
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When playing SCP-4562, D-1258 reported watching himself in his high school courtyard, being bullied by the "tall guy", with noticeable tears flowing while he played. He then reported, presumably hallucinating, to be playing a game of football with his friends, before starting to repeat the phrases "Jake, it was not my fault. I did not beat him" and "You son of a bitch". He then punched SCP-4562 with great force, while shouting "that is for [intranscribable]" (SCP-4562 was unusually unaffected by this action). For approximately five minutes after this incident, D-1258 stopped playing, as he was holding his hands together in front of his body, as if he was handcuffed, and he started whispering "But I didn't mean to cause any harm…Please sir, I want to go home…I will be a good boy". Finally, he finished the piece, playing the final part very quickly and angrily hitting the keys, while shouting "Number Fourty-Six, reporting for duty, Sir!"
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Follow-Up notes: When the piece was over, D-1258 kept breathing heavily for a couple of minutes, while his expression changed from anger to a slight calmness. In the follow-up interview, he reported to researchers that he felt "relieved" and "having finally understood it". He later described that, while the memories he witnessed were very disturbing to him, "the piano made me understand that it was my fault from the very beginning". One month later he was relieved of his D-class duties and he offered a voluntary service to his home city, ultimately being emancipated 2 years later.
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+Subject:D-1409
+D-1409 is a 21 year old Caucasian male, convicted to short-term imprisonment for pickpocketing and vandalism of public property which he committed with his unarrested friend Jamie Lanows. When playing the piece, a 23-minute long anthem, he started talking to "Jai", laughing and "sharing secrets", while also "spray-painting" with his left hand (conveniently, the piece at this point only required one hand to play). He then started playing faster, reporting to be "running away" and shouting "Run Jai!" and "I am here, buddy! No worries!" At the 10 minute mark, his laughing started to cease, finishing a sentence mid-word "don't you worry Jai bud-", and at about the 22nd minute mark he started to cry.
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Follow-Up notes: When the piece was over, he seemed confused and distracted, reporting to researchers that "I thought he was my friend". He remained confused for the rest of the follow-up interview, not being able to explain how his feelings towards Jai changed during the course of the song, and he was transferred to Site 07 for a medical examination. This solidified the speculation that SCP-4562 is fully capable of altering subjects' perception of their memories.
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The subjects were then instructed to play the known pieces, starting with Beethoven 's Ode to Joy.
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Piece #12/4th movement of Ludwig van Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, Op. 125 (the "Ode to Joy")
+The Head of Research wished to find out the result of pieces written with a specific feeling in mind. D-4480, a 30 year old Caucasian male convicted of embezzlement of company money, reported feeling "strangely happy", for the duration of the piece, going as far as to start happily laughing towards the middle of it, repeating multiple times "This worked exactly as planned". After that, his expression changed to a mild annoyance, and he started repeating the phrases "Come on Sarah, we had something but it is now over" and "Don't you continue with this! I am RICH now, our affair has ended". He then continued laughing and commenting on his wealth, until the end of the piece, at which point a loud police siren was heard in the room, apparently coming from SCP-4562. The siren lasted for 2-3 seconds, before abruptly stopping.
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Follow-Up notes: Despite the overall happy reaction he had to his memories, when the piece was over, D-4480 immediately fell to the floor crying. When asked what happened, he explained that he had "just now realized that my whole life up to now was just a huge mistake". It is unknown if in this case SCP-4562 altered the perception of a specific childhood memory, or of the subject's whole life, although researchers tend to the second option because of the nature of the subject's memories which mostly involved his adult life.
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Piece #32/Frederic Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 2 in B-flat minor, Op. 35: III. (the "Funeral March")
+D-856 is a 20 year old Caucasian male, convicted for unstable violent behavior against multiple victims. His background analysis revealed a very difficult childhood, having lost his aunt and uncle in a car crash and his father 2 years later.
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He started screaming at the beginning of the piece, shouting "take them away", while at the same time moving his feet uncontrollably as if he was running. His anxiety continued to escalate, with his pulse drastically rising to more than 160 beats per minute. At the piece's crescendo, D-856's brainwave patterns were observed to drastically change from normal Beta waves (measured at the beginning of the test to 35 Hz) to Gamma waves3, reaching a dangerous level of 104 Hz. D-856 started to scream "Take them away, please, oh no, tell them to fucking STOP PLAYING!"
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Follow-Up notes: When the piece was over, he dropped on the floor unconscious immediately after playing the final note, a very low A. He was hospitalized for 3 months, during which time all research involving SCP-4562 was postponed. After fully recovering, he explained to researchers that he witnessed all 3 of his relatives' deaths, while at the same time hearing the bands that played the March in each of his relatives' funerals playing aloud. He strongly denied hearing the piano itself playing during this, and instead insisted on his stating of hearing the three different bands, although he informed personnel that he was not present at either of the funerals.
+It should be noted that the subject's description matches the existing records of said bands. Further research pending.
An instance of SCP-4854-A, on display in Wilkins's Occult Books, Westminster, London.
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Item #: SCP-4854
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4854 instances are to be stored in Reliquary Site-06's Climate-Controlled Library when not in use. No more than ten copies of each instance are permitted to be within Foundation containment at a time; further copies are to be destroyed via incineration, with priority given to the most damaged instances.
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Foundation personnel are to monitor occult/esoteric bookstores in the United States, Canada and Europe for copies of SCP-4854. The method by which SCP-4854 instances are acquired are up to personnel discretion, and financial compensation will be provided in the event that the instance proves legitimate. All other items sold in the store, including and especially homeopathic remedies, are not to be purchased as they have repeatedly proven to be non-anomalous.
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Description: SCP-4854 refers to several volumes of occult theory and method which claim to be based on works found in the writings of H.P. Lovecraft and other contributors to the Cthulhu mythos. These writings are uniformly flawed in several areas, and are often entirely non-functional. The functional rites, rituals and spells detailed within pose a danger almost solely to the individual or individuals performing them, or else simulate anomalous effects through the presence of non-anomalous psychoactive components.
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SCP-4854-A refers to a specific subgroup of SCP-4854, which are uniformly styled after the "Necronomicon", which is the most notable volume from the Cthulhu mythos. As the name may suggest, SCP-4854-A instances typically have several rituals pertaining to necromancy as understood by popular culture. At least twenty different SCP-4854-A instances are known to exist.
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SCP-4854-A instances are universally said to be translated from the 'original al-Azif' by Abdul Alhazred (sic), who is said to be the author of the Necronomicon in the Cthulhu mythos; however, several editions include words and concepts that would not have been known to an individual living in the Arabian peninsula circa the 8th century, such as the Great Wall of China, Mesopotamia, America, the planets Uranus and Neptune, the Kama Sutra, kangaroos, and cacti.
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The source of all SCP-4854 instances was a publisher located in Maryland known as Uncommonplace Books. Through a combination of flagrant plagiarism of papers on occult study, brief access to the Wanderer's Library at some point in 2005, correlation of thaumaturgical elements present in the Cthulhu mythos to actual occult theory and practice, and the creation of a small cult, Uncommonplace Books was able to produce at least fifty books claiming to be legitimate recreations of works present in the Cthulhu mythos, which were then sold to occult and esoteric bookstores throughout the United States, Canada, and Europe.
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Addendum: Record of Extended Study of an SCP-4854-A Instance: The following are the research notes of Dr. Katherine Sinclair, a thaumatologist at Site-87. Dr. Sinclair was allowed to study an SCP-4854-A instance (particularly SCP-4854-A12) for a period of two months, and recorded her findings as such.
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I don't understand the motive of the publishers, here. Make some bad books with good occult theory in them, see what happens? This thing still had the price sticker in it— it's from Wilkins's in London. Fifty fucking pounds! That's over sixty dollars American!
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It's about four-hundred pages long, and is just printed on plain paper. Two pages in and I'm already discouraged. The treatise at the front was convincing, talking about how dread powers exist beyond the scope of imagination and how they must be stopped, and to be stopped they must be controlled, but then it mentions aconite. A plant which doesn't grow in the Arabian peninsula.
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This is going to be a long two months.
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Page fifteen, and I'm seeing more troubles. 'Xau-Tak' and the 'Queen of Ashes' are mentioned. They're fictional gods. From fucking Runescape. Monty1 didn't believe it until I showed him some lore books in the game. This couldn't have been written earlier than 2015!
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Part of me wonders if they were even trying for authenticity at this point.
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I'm typing this through dicto dicta backspace fuck dictatorial software that doesn't work because this book is evil.
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I opened it up to page twenty-nine, and suddenly, my hands are bleeding all over. Monti— no, Monti with a Why god dammit Mr. Reynolds says that the pages are designed in such a way that they give nasty papercuts, something about the way they were printed? It's not anomalous, he doesn't think. The blood at least adds a nice authenticity to the book.
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Page 30 somehow gets even worse. There's a note quote handwritten unquote in the margin that is signed 'Jurgen Lietner'. Monty pointed out that it's from some podcast he listens to, and it's clearly printed as part of the book. The amount of not caring on display here is astounding.
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My hands are fine, but dam did it sting. I'm going to see if I can get IT to fix the dictation software on this computer.
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Still using dictation software, but some that works now, and… well, Monty and I are kind of flabbergasted. Page fifty-one has anomlang2 in it. We think it's a variant of the so-called 'Secret Script' developed by Queen Victoria's Mystery Cult. Probably learned about it from the Library. I'm kind of afraid to read it, to be honest. But I wouldn't be surprised if it just said 'Be sure to drink your Ovaltine'.
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Okay, further analysis reveals that it is, in fact, a legitimate summoning ritual. We tried it out, and… well, I wouldn't quite call it a 'shoggoth'. 'Shoggette', if anything. Just a moderately-sized mass of eyes and flesh and teeth. It's not even animate. Between the stench and the startling, it did make me lose my dinner.
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Addendum: Biopsy got back. It is literally just medical waste teleported from the nearest hospital. They could tell by the fact that there was a patient's bracelet in one of its stomachs.
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Still feeling ill. The book's getting to me, too— after so much pouring through passages trying to find legitimate occult theory, I'm starting to have dreams about it. Monolithic spires and cities with impossible angles and octopus-faces. Ahhhhh. That was sarcastic. I'm still using dictation software.
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The dreams are weird, but not that weird. I just see typical bullshit from the Cthulhu mythos, nothing that scary. Managed to hit page 100 and find another legitimate spell that makes you void your own blood. All of it. At once. Needless to say, we're not testing it.
You slept down here last night? Look at yourself. Have you eaten anything?
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I'm fine.
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There's something off about that book.
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You've read the same shit I have. I probably just got a stomach bug from the rancid Mac and Cheese. God knows a good part of the task force is AWOL with it.
More Secret Script, mixed in with Lovecraft's nonsense language. 'Ia ia Cthulhu fahtagan'. Pages 150 to 203 were blank. As far as Monty can tell, there's invisible text there that can be best seen when the page is bled upon, something about a special ink. How about no.
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Addendum: I bled on it. The text is in my dreams.
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Katherine are there rats in the lab?
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No I don't think so why?
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Some of the pages look chewed on. I'm going to call maintenance and see if I can get some traps from them.
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Make sure they're no-kill traps, we need live sacrifices for at least a few of these.
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Time stamps on the following entries indicate that they occurred within a twelve-hour time span. It is believed that Dr. Sinclair was experiencing a distended sense of time.
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I dream of a city, I am in a city where the angles are wrong and the architecture is impossible. Rooms are larger inside than out by a magnitude of a universe. A bowl breaks and an ocean spills forth. All the while, in the dreams, I am awake, but I am dreaming, but I am awake. I am devoured by a white fox. It is ecstasy.
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Ia. Ia. Ia.
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Page three-hundred. We're almost done, thank fucking god.
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I found bits of paper in my vomit last night. The medics can't figure out what's wrong with me until the tests get back. They don't know about the dreams. Should I have told them?
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No. Keep them to yourself. Keep them to yourself. Nobody else must suffer his gaze. Ia. Ia. Ia. Ia. [INDECIPHERABLE WORD]. Ia.
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You're finally looking better, Katherine.
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Guess it got out of my system. Had some weird dreams. I— motherfucker!
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Jesus!
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Same places I cut the last time, too, shit, what the fuck is with this book?
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I'm putting it in the safe. We're getting you to the infirmary, now. Never seen paper cuts this bad.
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[INDECIPHERABLE WORD] [INDECIPHERABLE WORD]. Ia [INDECIPHERABLE WORD]! Ia the Black Pharaoh! [INDECIPHERABLE WORD] [INDECIPHERABLE WORD] [ANOMALOUS LINGUISTICS DETECTED. ALERTING LOCAL TASK FORCE]
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Dr. Sinclair was discovered in the process of consuming SCP-4854-A12 six weeks into its loan. A previous inspection of the volume had failed to detect that its pages had been laced with an organic psychoactive substance (believed to be ergotamine or a similar alkaloid), which had adversely affected Dr. Sinclair. Several other editions of SCP-4854-A were found to have similar properties. Chemical treatment of the pages has not removed this compound, suggesting that the alkaloid was in the paper as it was originally pulped. Dr. Sinclair is expected to make a full recovery.
SCP-4999, circa 1973. Photo taken by professional photographer Gustav Bürger, three minutes before his death.
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4999's unwillingness or inability to appear before more than one person at a time, in addition to the subsequent and immediate death of any who witness it firsthand, SCP-4999 is effectively self-containing. Any reports of SCP-4999 manifestations captured by security camera feeds, photographs, or similar are to be investigated, and the media confiscated for analysis. All secondhand witnesses among the civilian populace are to be amnesticized.
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+Description: SCP-4999 is a humanoid entity of unknown origins and composition. Its physical appearance varies, with dark formalwear being the only constant between manifestations. Due to the rarity of recorded SCP-4999 manifestation events and the highly specific circumstances in which they occur, little data concerning its nature or intent is available; however, its behavior is consistent across all recorded sightings.
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SCP-4999 will manifest only in the presence of one solitary human person at a time. All subjects recorded to date have been in terminally poor health, critically injured, or on their deathbeds, with SCP-4999 appearing nearby and within sight of the individual not more than 20 minutes before their expiration. SCP-4999 will only appear if the subject is conscious and alone. It will not appear if the subject is comatose, asleep, or unconscious; nor will it appear if they are being cared for by, in the company of, or otherwise being directly observed by another person.
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Upon manifestation, the entity will seat itself directly adjacent to the subject's bed, if such furniture is available. If not, it will remain standing or sit on the floor/ground in whatever configuration will allow it direct physical access to the subject without causing disturbance. Once situated, it will remove a pack of cigarettes from its left inside jacket pocket and offer one to the subject. If the subject accepts, SCP-4999 will place it between their lips, remove one for itself, and light both. If the subject declines, SCP-4999 will light and smoke the cigarette instead. The entity will make physical contact with the subject, typically via holding their hand, placing its hand atop theirs, or resting its hand on their shoulder.
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SCP-4999 will then remain with the subject, silent and unmoving, until they have passed away.
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SCP-4999 has not been seen to engage in any other activity or behavior, and demanifests immediately upon the subject's death. The subject's cigarette, however, will remain, providing the only physical evidence of SCP-4999's presence.
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No subject thus far has been seen to recoil from or otherwise resist the entity, nor have any attempted to engage it in conversation, despite multiple instances of subjects acknowledging the entity's presence via eye contact, adjusting posture to reciprocate or facilitate the entity's touch, breaking into tears when noticing its presence, or verbally thanking the entity when offered a cigarette.
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Individuals affected by SCP-4999 share a number of common attributes. Research into identified subjects has indicated that SCP-4999 is more likely to appear if an individual:
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lives alone
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is nonreligious
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is impoverished or homeless
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displays a history of mental illness
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is a military veteran
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has no criminal record, or has never been convicted of a violent crime
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has no currently surviving family
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is unmarried or otherwise lacks a significant other
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has little to no social standing in their community
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does not exhibit any record of significant professional or personal accomplishments
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has few to no mutually beneficial interpersonal relationships,
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or exhibits qualities and life history that have rendered the individual nondescript, anonymous, neglected, or otherwise unremarkable or insignificant by the standards of their respective society.
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No testing involving SCP-4999 has been authorized or attempted, due to available data indicating that observation of a subject precludes its manifestation, as well as ethical concerns.
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Discovery: SCP-4999 was initially discovered as the result of its emerging status as an urban legend, with footage of the entity appearing on hospital security cameras worldwide being disseminated via the Internet and various television programs. A minor disinformation program was put into effect to maintain this public image, and SCP-4999 was officially registered on November 27th, 1998.
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In the years following SCP-4999's classification, additional research and cross-referencing with accounts of similar phenomena have suggested that while concrete evidence of SCP-4999 appearances has become more commonplace due to the advent of photography and video recording technology in the modern era, writings and artistic depictions of a figure exhibiting similar properties, behavior and physical resemblance to SCP-4999 exist throughout world history, culture, and mythology, with some accounts being thousands of years old - in some cases predating human civilization.
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It is not currently understood how pre-modern cultures would have been capable of detecting SCP-4999's presence. Investigation is ongoing.
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+Name: Man Actor Suit Adult Business People Portrait
+Author: N/A
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Max Pixel
+Additional Notes: Image edited by PeppersGhost
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-520-1 and -2 are to be stored in an inanimate-item containment locker with standard positive-action defenses. Each object's handle is to remain perpendicular to its base. The handles and contacts must be secured with sturdy clamps made of insulating material.
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PoI-520-A and PoI-520-B are to remain in Foundation custody; as long as they do so voluntarily, they are to be accommodated comfortably without communications access. All electrical devices in each PoI's suite should be checked weekly for damage or modification. Should PoI-520-A and PoI-520-B agree to meet, they are permitted one hour of face-to-face or videoconference time per week.
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Tests of SCP-520-2 should be conducted using the smallest possible active-zone setting. Both SCP-520-1 and SCP-520-2 must only be allowed to affect Foundation assets slated for disposal. Testing is currently suspended. See Incident 520-16.
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Description: SCP-520-1 and SCP-520-2 are large quadruple knife switches constructed from wood, ceramic, and copper. A single unlabeled dial is mounted in SCP-520-2's base and a 48-character LED display is connected across its input contacts with insulated alligator clips.
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When connected to an electrical circuit, SCP-520-1 does not function normally to break or complete the circuit to which it is connected. Instead, it splices itself, briefly and remotely, into the primary power circuit of one randomly-selected electrical device within ten meters. Moving the handle from the ON to the OFF position breaks the power circuit, while moving it from OFF to ON completes the circuit, regardless of any other switches or current interruptors. Interruption or completion of the circuit is permanent: wires are physically broken, fuses bypassed, and switches shorted out. The surface of metal connections formed or broken by SCP-520-1 bears signs of extreme oxidation, often to a chemically implausible extent.
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SCP-520-2 functions like SCP-520-1, but its targets are selected randomly only from electronic devices inside its active zone that are members of its current selection class. The active zone's current radius is displayed on the left side of the LED display; it may be set to any value between between 5 m and 2,500 km using the dial in the object's base.
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The selection class is a subset of electrical devices specified by a brief English phrase (see Addendum 520-6 for examples). The active selection class appears in the center of SCP-520-1's LED display, with a counter of remaining activations on the right. Each class is applied to exactly ten operations before a new one is chosen at random. If there are no members of the selection class inside the active zone, the counter does not decrement until a suitable device can be affected.
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Over 680 pages of assorted hard-copy documentation were recovered with SCP-520. They included eight technical papers on anomalous electrical engineering topics; two complete sets of construction diagrams for SCP-520-1, one annotated by hand to roughly resemble SCP-520-2; a set of meticulous step-by-step instructions for building a copy of SCP-520-1, written in the second person and sprinkled with personal and cultural references; and extensive handwritten notes on the process of constructing and modifying an SCP-520 instance.
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The retrieved notes end abruptly partway through debugging an attempt to add programmable target-type specificity. Most handwriting in the documentation belongs to PoI-520-B, with occasional notes in PoI-520-A's hand. Many of the notes refer to an ongoing correspondence by phone and e-mail, records of which have not yet been retrieved.
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Addendum 520-1B: SCP-520-Related Persons of Interest
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PoI-520-A is Sylvia Lin, a 23-year-old human female formerly living in Syracuse, NY. She holds a recent B.Eng. in electrical engineering and claims proficiency in electronics manufacture, including certain anomalous techniques. She claims to have built SCP-520-2 with assistance from PoI-520-B, and professes considerable concern for PoI-520-B as a friend and mentor. She is largely cooperative with Foundation requests but remains reluctant to attempt to build new anomalous devices.
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PoI-520-B is Ester Pochazka, a 77-year-old human female born in Prague, Czech Republic and formerly living in Utica, NY. She is a retired electrical engineer with an established history of building anomalous electrical devices. She claims to have designed SCP-520-1, written the manuals and diagrams retrieved with the object, and provided the designs and documentation to PoI-520-A as part of a long-distance mentor-student relationship. Since containment, she has expressed no desire to contact PoI-520-A.
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Shortly before being contained by the Foundation, PoI-520-B suffered minor ischemic brain damage as a result of pacemaker failure, with symptoms including partial retrograde amnesia. By studying her and PoI-520-A's notes since their containment, she has largely recovered her skills in electrical engineering. However, she claims confusion at the anomalous portions of the SCP-520 documentation, including her own writing, and is sharply skeptical of the basic principles described therein.
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Addendum 520-6: Sample Selection Classes
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The following device selection classes, in reverse chronological order, have been observed since SCP-520 came into Foundation custody.
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FLUORESCENT CEILING LIGHT
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DOORBELL
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HONDA ACCORD POWER STEERING
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LIBRARY FIRE ALARM
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NEONATAL VENTILATOR
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SAFETY CONTROL ROD ACTIVATION MECHANISM
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Incident 520-16:
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On 05/14/2016, researchers conducting routine experiments activated SCP-520-2 eleven times. The first ten activations affected Foundation-owned fluorescent lamps without incident; the tenth activation also changed the selection class to "BOEING 747 AILERON ACTUATOR". Since no aircraft were present in the effect radius, researchers took the opportunity to test SCP-520-2's function in the absence of suitable targets.
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When the switch was activated for the eleventh time, however, researchers noted only slight stiffness in the handle. Later examination showed that the force applied to move SCP-520-2's handle was first diverted to adjust its effect-radius selection dial and enlarge the active zone.
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Simultaneously, Qantas flight [REDACTED] was lost near Perth with all 532 passengers and crew. Foundation assets embedded with crash investigators successfully retrieved the airplane's relevant hydraulic flight control systems and confirmed all four aileron actuators to have been disabled by SCP-520.
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All testing with SCP-520 has been suspended pending development of an alternate method of changing the object's selection class.
Ever since its opening, The "Existential Maw of Despair" National Park has offered all visitors some sort of departure from the doldrums that is day-to-day life. The perfect vacation location for people who just want to see something different.
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The Maw is a physical tear in the space-time continuum. What lies beyond spits in the face of the universe's rules. The more stable regions are home to some of the most unique vistas that mankind can fathom, whereas other areas can't maintain a consistent form for even five minutes! Every time you visit the Maw, your experience is guaranteed to be unique and life changing.
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You can explore the Maw any way you like! With options including:
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A tour with one of our certified extranormal trekking guides
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A resort experience at the Symphony Falls Base Camp
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Going in solo, just like the Originals did
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In fact, the Maw has a long tradition of exploration and discovery! Adventurous types may feel encouraged to travel outside the park grounds. Our museum is full of images and first hand accounts of explorers who have progressed our understanding of the Maw. Even now, there's much about the Maw that has not yet been seen by mankind!
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Update: After recent incidents involving the disappearance of visitors, exploration of the area beyond the Gamma-4 Quadrant has been prohibited. We apologize for the inconvenience.
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Park History
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Before the Maw was opened to the public, it was heavily guarded by the SCP Foundation. Most of the park's history remains a mystery, hidden on secure servers in the Sol System's Asteroid Belt. However, as part of the Geiner-Helms Transparency Act, the SCP Foundation was forced to declassify a number of its documents, including a few files on the park! Between these documents, as well as interviews with former employees, our historians have made strides in piecing together the past of this magnificent anomaly since its introduction to us with the few following words:
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Item #: SCP-5448
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation blockades are to prohibit access to SCP-5448.
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Description: SCP-5448 is a temporal-spatial anomaly granting access to a pocket dimension that does not adhere to any consistent physical laws.
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The most well known interactions mankind has had with the Maw, comes from the first exploratory mission. This was a four person mission sent by the SCP Foundation to explore and learn as much as they could about the interior of the Maw. The team consisted of:
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Eric Michaels: A decorated Foundation officer who originally lead a unit dealing with urban anomalies, but after years off planet, he became an expert in extranormal spaces and unstable reality exploration.
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Vivian DuShawn: Another veteran of the Foundation, with over a hundred years of exploration of esoteric spaces.
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Xingyu Li: A field researcher coming from the Foundation's Physics Department. He worked for decades on studying white holes, self-folding spaces, and reality gaps.
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Sarah McGlocklin: A communications expert with minimal field experience prior to this mission.
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We have even been able to catch up with Sarah McGlocklin to hear about her time spent at the park first hand:
Menduso: Thanks for taking some time to talk to us.
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McGlocklin: No problem. I was stopping by here anyways. Worked out well for me.
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Menduso: Have you visited the Maw much after your initial excursion here?
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McGlocklin: Not really. Actually, I don't think I've come back since then.
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Menduso: You didn't join the later rescue expeditions?
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McGlocklin: I don't think I'm allowed to talk about those much.
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Menduso: Oh, right. I just sort of figured, that, like, since everyone else was—
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McGlocklin: I just wasn't a good fit for the field.
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Menduso: I see. Although you still decided to come back.
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McGlocklin: People change over the years. I don't think I've changed a lot. I still like my desk job and all, but I think I can appreciate the Maw a little more now.
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Menduso: It is a beauty, isn't it?
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McGlocklin: That it is.
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Menduso: Now, if you have more time, I have some questions about the expedition for you.
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McGlocklin: Of course. Fire away.
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To see the rest of the interview, come check out our museum, located at the Symphony Falls Base Camp!
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Notable Features
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While parts of the Maw are in constant states of chaos and reconfiguration, there are a few locations that have been a mainstay of the park experience ever since it's opening! Here's just a few iconic places you may want to check out!
Description: Kingdom of Clouds is a beautiful stone castle located 10 kilometers above the unstable Alpha-2 Quadrant. The entire structure is built inside of a large cloud that solidifies into a pillow-like surface when you step on it.
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You can explore the villa within the castle's mighty walls, eat at any of our aerial-themed restaurants. Inside the castle, you can either relax in the bath house, untouched since its original discovery, or you can hike to the upper turrets where you can get a view of the entire Maw!
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Visitor Preparations: The Kingdom of Clouds is a great location for an easygoing day of exploring. However, due to its elevation, visitors are encouraged to bring oxygen canisters and dress warmly.
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During storms, wind speeds can get as high as 80 kilometers per hour. When the storm alarm sounds, visitors are encouraged to head indoors as quickly as possible and wait there until the storm subsides.
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History: The Kingdom of Clouds was one of the first places that was explored during the first mission inside the Maw. Below is the transcript that the SCP Foundation declassified of that exploration's time in the Kingdom of Clouds:
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MTF Eta-92 ("Spelunkers"), summits Location of Interest 5448-1. They locate a low wall surrounding a castle-like structure, with a closed, white gate directly in front of them.
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DuShawn: Looks like we got a gated community on our hands. Must not be a good neighborhood.
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Li: Ah yes. A completely unoccupied cloud. Terrible property value I’d assume.
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Michaels pulls on the gate. It opens.
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Michaels: Must be a really bad neighborhood if they can’t even keep the gate locked.
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DuShawn: Sarah, you need a hand with the comms equipment? I can take it for a bit if you want.
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McGlocklin: I, uh… I got it. But thanks.
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DuShawn: Sounds good. But feel free to holler if you want to switch out. Hate to lose any video because we accidentally get out of range.
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McGlocklin: Right, right. I think I got it though.
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The group walks through the gate. They pass by two small cottages before Michaels signals to enter a third. DuShawn takes point and tries the door. It is unlocked. DuShawn and Li enter the cottage. There is a small wood table with two chairs around it, and a bed. A fireplace is built into the left cottage wall.
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Michaels: Do you think people are living here now?
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Li examine table and chairs. He knocks on the table.
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Li: Judging the fact that the table is petrified, I’m going to go with no. And no one has been here for a long, long time.
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Michaels: Either that or this area is always like this. We aren’t exactly in stable reality.
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Li: This is true, but this place seems to be more stable than the others. And if we don’t rely on at least a few base assumptions, we can’t draw any conclusions.
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McGlocklin: Maybe we should try the castle?
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Michaels: Probably, yeah. [Michaels turns to Li] Any samples you want while we’re here?
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Li: I think now would be a good time for me to take a lot of readings of the area. You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you at the front of the castle when I’m done.
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Michaels, Dushawn and McGlocklin leave the cottage behind and head toward the castle. Li’s camera feed drops out once he is out of range of the communication equipment. The door to the castle is unlocked. Inside, the door leads to a long corridor with numerous hallways branching off from the sides. Frayed banners hang from the rafters, but the colors in the cloth have faded and blurred together with age. The walls of the castle are damp with condensation, the beams from the team's tactical lights refracting from dew drops.
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Michaels: Alright, let’s just start with the first branch on the left, and we’ll work our way down from there.
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The three begin down the first hallway on the left. The ceiling is lower than the main entrance. Microphones pick up a faint whistling noise.
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McGlocklin: Do you hear that?
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Michaels: Yeah, I hear it.
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DuShawn: Probably just the wind. It was picking up a little when we came in here.
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McGlocklin: Right. Sorry.
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Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin reach a door at the end of the hallway. DuShawn goes to grab the door’s handle, but freezes.
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Michaels: Something wrong?
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DuShawn: There aren’t any dew drops on this. They should’ve formed on it, right?
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DuShawn takes a step back as Michaels leans over and looks at the handle. Both Michaels and DuShawn take out their firearms. DuShawn grabs the door handle and holds up three fingers. She counts down. At zero DuShawn opens the door and Michaels rushes in with his gun drawn.
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Michaels: Clear!
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DuShawn and McGlocklin follow. Inside is a small room, with the walls lined with pegs. From approximately half of the pegs hang steel circles, which glow a bright yellow. The remaining pegs are empty. The walls are covered in dew.
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McGlocklin: False alarm?
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DuShawn: I’m not so sure.
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DuShawn points to a section of four empty pegs. The walls around the pegs are not covered in dew. The microphone picks up a louder whistling sound.
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Michaels: How long does it take the water droplets to form?
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DuShawn: I don’t know. Back on Earth they tend to form overnight.
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Michaels: So someone has been here within the past what? Seven or eight hours?
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McGlocklin: Or they could still be here…
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DuShawn: Oh shit. Xingyu.
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DuShawn sprints down the hallway, with Michaels and McGlocklin following behind her. Thunder is heard over the mic. When they arrive at the main corridor, the door leading outside is closed. DuShawn pushes up against it. The door flings open and DuShawn begins to fall forward into the high-speed winds. Before she is swept away, Michaels grabs a hold of DuShawn and pulls her back inside. The three retreat away from the door.
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DuShawn: Fuck!
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Michaels: We have to wait it out.
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DuShawn: Do we at least have his video feed?
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McGlocklin: I lost it while we were walking here.
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DuShawn: Damn it!
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McGlocklin: I’m sorry… I should’ve gotten a more powerful receiver but this was the only one we—
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Michaels: It’s ok, Sarah. It’s not your fault. Besides, he might just be holed up in the cottage.
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DuShawn: And if he isn’t?
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Michaels: We call him in as MIA, and move on.
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DuShawn: Move on? You’re just going to abandon him?
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Michaels: If you have any ideas on where we could start looking for him, I am all ears.
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DuShawn remains silent.
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Michaels: I don’t want to strand him either. But right now we are an exploration mission. We can send a rescue mission in later.
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Michaels sits down against the wall.
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Michaels: It’s not like he’s going to die in the meantime.
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Thirty minutes pass before the storm subsides. The three walk to the cottage, the door to which is wide open. There is no one inside.
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Michaels: Alright team. Next location.
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As the team leaves LoI-5448-3, pieces of Li's lab equipment can be seen sprinkled along the ground.
Description: The Feast Hall is the premiere dining location in the Maw. Located at at the border between the Beta-2 and Theta-1 quadrants, The Feast Hall offers the most exquisite meal you will taste. The tables at The Feast Hall extend for miles and miles, meaning that there is rarely a wait to be seated.
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Once a visitor finds their place at The Feast Hall, food will appear on their plate and wine in their glass. Entrés normally consist of wild boar with a side of potatoes, although visitors have encountered steaks, chicken breast, and veal as well. For our vegetarian explorers, their plates will be filled with fruits and greens which will taste as if they were freshly picked.
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Visitor Preparations: All you need is an appetite. Although, if visiting with minors, be sure to bring non-alcoholic beverages, as The Feast Hall only serves wine.
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History: The Feast Hall has been serving patrons since it was discovered during the initial exploration of the Maw. Below is a transcript of the exploration team's visit to The Feast Hall:
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Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin enter LoI-5448-5. A U-shaped table is positioned at the front. Smaller tables are scattered along the rest of LoI-5448-5. The far end of LoI-5448-5 extends beyond visual range.
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Michaels: Looks like we found a good pitstop.
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DuShawn: I mean, we probably shouldn't rest here too long.
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Michaels: I wouldn't have picked you to be the antsy type.
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DuShawn: Might just be nervous energy. Or maybe it's the fact that we're not alone here. Or, you know what? It's probably Li getting kidnapped earlier. Yeah, probably that.
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Michaels: You can drop the attitude, Viv.
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McGlocklin takes the communications equipment off her back and takes a seat. A slab of meat slowly grows out of the center of her plate. She checks the goblet at her seat to find it filled with wine.
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McGlocklin: Huh.
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Michaels: Oh wow. Food too.
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Michaels also takes a seat. Food and drink appear for him as well. He sniffs the wine.
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Michaels: Huh. That smells real.
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DuShawn: Really? Wine tasting at a time like this?
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Michaels takes a vial out of his pocket and pours some of the wine inside.
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Michaels: Sample taking time, actually. Li's not here, so we need to grab what we can in his stead.
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DuShawn: Whatever. I'm checking the rest of this place.
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DuShawn begins to walk further into LoI-5448-5. McGlocklin cuts a piece off of the meat on her plate and places it in a plastic bag. Afterwards she gets up and begins to put her equipment back on.
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McGlocklin: Hey, Eric?
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Michaels: Yeah?
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McGlocklin: Umm… Is it just me, or does the refrigerator look out of place?
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McGlocklin points to a mini-refrigerator placed in the corner of LoI-5448-5.
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Michaels: … no that does look weird. [shouting] Viv! Get back here!
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DuShawn can be heard sighing before turning back toward the others. McGlocklin opens the refrigerator. Inside are three apples, four potatoes, and two mugs in the side door, one colored blue and the other colored yellow.
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McGlocklin: You think it belongs to who ever was in the castle earlier?
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Michaels: Probably. One mug for each of them?
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McGlocklin: That sounds reasonable.
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DuShawn walks up behind Michaels and McGlocklin.
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DuShawn: They probably eat here too.
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Michaels: Great, you're back. Let's get going.
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DuShawn: Wait, we finally find something interesting and you want to go?
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Michaels: I thought you were itching to leave anyways.
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DuShawn: Not anymore. You know what this means right?
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Michaels: No…
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DuShawn: If those things eat here… then they'll come back here at some point. We stake the place out, wait until they get here, and then we follow them around. Let them lead us right back to Xingyu.
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Michaels: Not in your dreams.
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DuShawn: What? Why?
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Michaels: I'm not risking the mission. We'll send in a rescue team after we report back to headquarters.
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DuShawn: You don't want to learn about whatever else is down here? Maybe they'll lead us somewhere new. I don't know how you've been choosing where to explore but there's probably room for a deto—
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Michaels: Vivian. Stop it. We're leaving, and that's an order.
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DuShawn looks at McGlocklin.
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DuShawn: And you're ok with this?
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McGlocklin: I— I don't know. Sort of?
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DuShawn sighs. She starts toward the door.
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DuShawn: Fine. [whispering to herself] Fucking cowards.
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Michaels and McGlocklin follow DuShawn out of LoI-5448-5.
Description: Forever Falls is the waterfall to top all waterfalls. It is a perfectly circular hole that burrows deep into the ground. We haven't reached the bottom, and we're not even sure it has one!
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At the top of the abyss, there is a small lake that drains into Forever Falls. This lake is constantly filled with water, so we decided to call it Lake Unquenchable. The water in Lake Unquenchable is perfectly clear, and chemical analysis has shown that it is entirely pure water. Visitors are encouraged to take a dip in the lake. We've installed a protective grate so you don't have to worry about accidentally joining the water in its quest for the bottom of Forever Falls.
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For explorers who want to delve into Forever Falls, you can take the stairs down to the lower entrance. This leads to an opening in Forever Falls just behind the waterfall. From here, explorers can traverse a spiral staircase that leads downward into Forever Falls.
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Or, if you'd rather stay dry, the area surrounding Forever Falls is a popular overnight camping location! Pitch a tent and sing some songs about flying into nothingness!
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Visitor Preparations: Forever Falls is a good place to relax and enjoy the Maw. No additional preparations are required, however explorers who are strongly affected by "Calls of the Void" are advised to stay away from the edge of Forever Falls.
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For visitors attempting to descend into Forever Falls, it is required that you bring ropes and carabiners. The Maw of Existential Despair Staff are not responsible for any accidents that occur during descent.
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For visitors staying overnight at Forever Falls, it is advised that visitors stay inside their tents between the hours of 1:00 and 5:00 AM. The landscape surrounding Forever Falls is particularly unstable during these hours. Viewing unstable reality warps can lead to temporary loss of olfactory input, hallucinations, and intense dissociation.
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History: Forever Falls' tradition of camping goes all the way back to the first exploration mission of the Maw. The team's first night was spent around the edge of our bottomless waterfall. Below is the SCP Foundation's declassified transcript of that exploration's time at Forever Falls:
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Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin have all erected tents around the rim of LoI-5448-8. McGlocklin is performing maintenance on the communications equipment. DuShawn sits at the lower entrance to LoI-5448-8’s aperature with his back against the wall. Michaels walks around the edge of the hole the water falls into, lights a flare, and drops it inside. He peeks over the edge, and then quickly retreats before walking to the stairway to the lower entrance and joining DuShawn.
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Michaels: Evening.
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DuShawn: Evening.
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The two sit in silence for two minutes.
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Michaels: You like the sound of waterfalls?
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DuShawn: It’s nice I guess. Sounds a lot like rain to me.
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Michaels: I see.
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DuShawn: I assume that was your flare I saw earlier?
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Michaels: Yeah.
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DuShawn: How long until you lost sight?
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Michaels: Don’t know. I don’t like looking over the edge of this thing. Feels like I’m about to fall in.1
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DuShawn: Didn’t take you for the type to be scared of heights.
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Michaels: Oh, there’s a lot that I’m afraid of.
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DuShawn: Like what?
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Michaels: I see we’re getting deep tonight.
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DuShawn: Not much else to do.
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Michaels: Well… I guess the big one is that I’ll never be surprised again.
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DuShawn: Don’t want to be Mr. Seen-it-all?
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Michaels: When you work for a millennia at a place that specializes in the unknown, strange things just don’t do it for you anymore. I don’t know how many missions I’ve been on, but they all sort of blur together for me. Nothing new happens. If something goes wrong, I’ve seen it all. And if exploring a literal tear in reality doesn’t feel new, nothing probably will.
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DuShawn: … so that’s why you don’t care that we lost Xingyu.
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Michaels: I’m not doing this right now.
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DuShawn: I just don’t get how it’s such a non-issue for you.
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Michaels: Was he a friend or something?
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DuShawn: I mean, he was my ground control a few times in the past. I sort of knew him. But like… actually why do you care?
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Michaels: You've probably lost people in the past on these missions. Seems strange to get hung up on this one guy.
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DuShawn: I'd rather that than just leaving him to die! I want to rescue him. Bring him back to his wife and kids.
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Michaels: Does he even have a family?
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DuShawn: Does that matter?
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Michaels: So you don't know.
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DuShawn: He probably has someone to go back to. Someone who misses him.
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Michaels: Well, he seems like a smart guy. Maybe he’ll find his own way out.
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DuShawn: Really? He’s going to find his own way out of this place? Do you even know where we are?
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Michaels: We’re at location of interest eight.
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DuShawn: Don’t play coy. How did we get here? I was following you, but I couldn’t tell you. Hell, the space just ten feet away from our tents is so unstable I couldn’t even describe it to you if I was standing in it.
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Michaels: We’re here to explore and report. If we can’t report the space in between stable reality it’s not all that important.
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DuShawn: But you admit that we’re lost!
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Michaels: We’ll find our way back.
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DuShawn: I can’t fucking believe this.
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DuShawn stands up and walks toward the aperature.
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Michaels:[shouting after DuShawn] Where are you going?
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DuShawn: Down the stairs, into the well. Maybe I’ll find Xingyu down there.
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DuShawn begins to descend the stairs leading into the aperature. Michaels remains seated with his back against the wall. McGlocklin enters the lower entrance.
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McGlocklin: Umm… I heard sound some shouting? Where’s Vivian?
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Michaels points toward the waterfall.
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McGlocklin: Oh.
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Michaels: She’ll be fine. Why don’t you take a seat? You’ve been carrying that comms equipment all day, probably want to take a load off your legs.
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McGlocklin: Ok.
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McGlocklin sits down across from Michaels.
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Michaels: So, how do you like the field?
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McGlocklin: It’s uhh… it's kind of a lot.
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Michaels: Better than your desk job?
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McGlocklin: I’m not sure.
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The light from outside the hole is no longer sufficient to illuminate DuShawn’s camera. The sound of footsteps against stone can still be heard.
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Michaels: Oh?
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McGlocklin: I mean… I don’t know. I’m sorry.
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Michaels: You don’t have to apologize. The whole "exploring other worlds" thing isn’t for everyone.
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McGlocklin: Yeah, yeah. I just, I kind of liked my desk. Like, I had a routine. I guess I just like routine. The repetition feels safe. I don’t have to worry about screwing up as much if I’ve done something a hundred times before. Err… I’m rambling aren’t I?
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Michaels: You’re fine.
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McGlocklin: Do people normally enjoy the field?
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Michaels: I don’t know if "enjoy" is the right word but, like it’s something different for most people. A change of pace. Everyone needs a change of pace.
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McGlocklin: Maybe. I guess this pace just isn’t for me.
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A sharp yelp can be head from DuShawn’s microphone. It is quickly cut off. McGlocklin turns her head toward the stairs.
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McGlocklin: Did you hear that?
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Michaels and McGlocklin listen for a few moments. The sound of deep breathing can be heard through DuShawn’s microphone. Michaels gets up and looks into the hole of LoI-5448-8. DuShawn can be seen on the stairs leading deeper into the hole. She appears to have fallen backwards onto the steps.
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Michaels: You ok down there Viv?
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DuShawn: I think… I think I’m coming back up.
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Michaels: Glad to hear that.
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Michaels walks back to McGlocklin.
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Michaels: God, looking to that thing gives me a headache. I’d hate to just be falling forever.
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McGlocklin: Scared of heights?
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Michaels: Not really. I just think falling would get boring after a while.
Description: The Obsidian Tunnels are a large interconnected underground playground for any spelunkers visiting the Maw. These hollowed out tubes of igneous rock are ripe for exploring. We haven't even mapped all of them ourselves!
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If you explore deep within the caves, and maybe dig a little bit, visitors can find lakes of magma buried beneath the surface. Although make sure to come quick! Our measurements have found that the depth of the magma beneath the Obsidian Tunnels has been dropping. At the current rate, it is estimate that the lakes will only be full for another 600 years. Or you could donate to the Maw of Despair Protection Fund to aid in research in maintaining our natural volcanic features.
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Visitor Preparations: While the tunnels do rest on top of super-heated magma, the areas that most visitors traverse can be quite chilly. Visitors are encouraged to dress warmly, and bring plenty of fluids with them.
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For visitors who want to explore past the park boundaries, please chart your path in detail and record your findings. This way there's less danger of getting lost and you can contribute to the Maw's ever growing collection of maps!
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Warning: Park Rules mandate that visitors report any and all sightings of native life within the Obsidian Tunnels to a Ranger or other Maw of Existential Despair Park personnel. While neither fauna nor flora have been found within the Obsidian Tunnels, keeping Park personnel informed of any development ensures a safe experience for all explorers planning to visit this area of the park.
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History: The Obsidian Tunnels is yet another location visited during the first exploration of the Maw of Despair. Potential visitors are reminded that these records are from before the Maw was an official park, and did not conform to KLEE-3001 Park Safety Standards.
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<Begin Transcript>
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Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin are deep inside LoI-5448-11. The area is illuminated solely by the team's standard issue flashlights.
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Michaels: Why is it so goddamn cold in here?
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DuShawn: B-beats me. I’d think with all the lava rock around here there’d be like… lava.
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McGlocklin: It’s warmer closer to these things.
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McGlocklin points to a small hole in the wall. DuShawn and Michaels come closer.
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Michaels: Huh, weird.
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DuShawn: Smells strange.
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Michaels: Well, let's keep going.
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Approximately thirty second after the team leaves the hole a small explosion is heard behind them. All three turn to see a cone of flame exiting the hole.
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DuShawn: That makes sense why that was the warm spot.
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McGlocklin: I— I guess w-we should stay in the middle n-now?
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Michaels: Probably.
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The team continues down until the tunnel opens into a large cavern with a high ceiling. Three tunnels lead out of the cavern. Various torture devices2 line the sides of the cavern and metal shackles can be seen embedded in the walls. Colored tubes emerge from the floor in the center of the cavern, and lead down a tunnel to the left.
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Michaels: Well, this place certainly looks welcoming.
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DuShawn: Honestly? Sort of reminds me of this like, extreme sensory experience room I went to a long, long time ago.
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Michaels: Extreme sensory experience?
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DuShawn: Sort of like uh… like advanced BDSM, but less sexual and more just uhh…
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Michaels: Just torture? Didn’t know you were into that.
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DuShawn: I was curious ok? Had a lot of downtime between missions once and someone suggested I try it.
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Michaels: Don’t worry about it Viv. We don’t kink shame here.
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DuShawn: Oh, fuck off Eric. It got boring anyways.
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Michaels: Well, then you can analyze the torture devices. I'll take samples.
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McGlocklin walks over to one set of shackles attached to a wooden board and examines it. The hinges are rusted, but also appear worn down from use.
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McGlocklin: People use this stuff for entertainment?
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DuShawn: Oh, this is nothing. You should see what they do on Broadway.
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McGlocklin: Just seems kind of painful I guess.
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DuShawn: You don’t get out much, do you Sarah?
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McGlocklin: I guess not.
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Michaels moves to the other end of the cavern to retrieve samples from the wall and floor. DuShawn nudges McGlocklin
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DuShawn:[laughing] You want to try it?
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McGlocklin: Umm… it's really my kind of thing.
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DuShawn: I was joking.
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McGlocklin: Oh.
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DuShawn: I was hoping at least one of you could take a joke.
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McGlocklin: Huh?
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DuShawn: Oh it's nothing. Just, like Michaels doesn't seem like he's all here.
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McGlocklin: Maybe the constantly shifting reality is getting to him?
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DuShawn: Maybe. Although, everyone I've talked to before the mission made it sound like this is sort of normal. Oh, I'm going to start the stretching by the way.
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DuShawn crouches next to a medieval stretcher. McGlocklin rotates the wheel next to the stretcher, causing the shackles to pull across the board. McGlocklin jots down notes.
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DuShawn: I mean, he's obviously pretty good at his job. He's been doing it for millennia. But there's just a bunch of stories about him I've heard. Someone told me his sister used to lead the team that studied Omega-K before she disappeared.
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McGlocklin: Ok…
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DuShawn: I think the strangest one I heard is that he used to be a really happy person, with a wife and kids and stuff, until about a hundred years into Omega-K, when his dad died. Afterwards, he got a divorce and moved into one of the terrestrial sites full time. I mean, it's all just hearsay. Can't trust any stories from that long ago. But like… I don't know. He's an old, old man.
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McGlocklin reaches down toward a pair of shackles to examine them. A skeletal arm appears in the cuffs for a moment, and then dissipate. McGlocklin stumbles backward, startled.
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McGlocklin: Ow!
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DuShawn goes to McGlocklin, who just has minor scrapes on her arms. Michaels comes back to the main cavern.
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Michaels: You ok Sarah?
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McGlocklin: Yeah, just… the shackles did something weird.
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Michaels: I mean, reality here isn't exactly stable. It's probably nothing.
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DuShawn: What do you think these are?
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DuShawn points to the colored tubes in the center of the cavern. They pulse at regular intervals.
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DuShawn: The air around them feels warm.
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Michaels: Maybe stay away from those, then. In case it turns out like last time we found some heat.
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DuShawn:[backing away] Good point.
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McGlocklin: They don't look like they belong here.
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Michaels: What do you mean?
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McGlocklin: Well, um, they're weird colors. Like, the blue and the green feel out of place.
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Michaels: Like, as a color palette?
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McGlocklin: Sort of? Err, never mind. It was dumb to say.
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DuShawn: No, I think I get it. What here could make those colors?
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Michaels: This place isn't supposed to make sense. Maybe the reality around those tubes decided it just wanted to be green.
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DuShawn: Sure, sure. But the rest of this place is pretty stable, isn't it?
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Michaels: I'm not sure what you're getting at.
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DuShawn: I'm saying we should follow the tubes, to see why they're like this. It'd add more to the exploration, and depending on what's on the other end it might give us insight into how this place works.
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Michaels: I see… Well, I didn't have a strong preference on where to go next. Down the left we go then.
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Michaels begins following the tunnel to the left. Before the others can follow, McGlocklin turns to DuShawn.
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McGlocklin: Umm… sorry if this is weird, but why do you care where we go so much?
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DuShawn looks over her shoulder, and then turns back to McGlocklin.
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DuShawn: Well, if this thing doesn't belong here, then how do you think it got here?
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McGlocklin: Someone maybe put it here?
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DuShawn: Exactly. We both know we're not the only ones here. I want to go see them.
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McGlocklin: And find Xingyu?
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DuShawn smiles.
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DuShawn: It's a fun little hunt, isn't it?
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Michaels:[shouting] C'mon you two! I will leave you behind!
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DuShawn follows Micheals. McGlocklin turns to look at the cavern again before she leaves. All of the torture devices are occupied by semi-transparent skeletons, which appear to be writhing in pain. They make no sound. McGlocklin runs after Michaels and DuShawn.
Description: St. Michael's Hospital is another popular place to hunker down for the night. Visitors will experience the most visceral reality shifting experience possible. Most other areas of the Maw are either stable, or too unstable to be properly comprehended by the human mind, but St. Michael's Hospital is balanced just right.
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The feature itself looks like a regular hospital, however, like most things in the Maw, there is more than meets the eye. The inside is an interconnected labyrinth of operating rooms, waiting rooms, and offices that we have repurposed as luxury suites!
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However, the real fun starts at night, when the space inside the Hospital begins to take on a life of its own. Visitors have reported:
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Out of body journeys
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Extreme tempuratures
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Conversations with their older and younger selves
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Telepathy
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And many more exciting experiences!
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Visitors intending to spend the night at the Hospital should reserve a room at least three years in advanced! We may have an indeterminate number of rooms, but we only have enough medical staff to operate a couple hundred, so don't wait!
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Visitor Preparations: While unstable reality is the main attraction of the Hospital, it is also a hazard. Visitors are advised to bring bodies that they are not worried about ruining. For visitors who are planning to share a room, please ensure that you are both on amiable terms. Shared room experiences tend to be more visceral, but also result in a merging of the inhabitants, either physically, mentally, or both.
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History: After exiting the Obsidian Tunnels, the team leading the original exploration of the Maw followed the colored tubes until they eventually reached the Hospital. The following is a transcript of the time they spent there:
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DuShawn, Michaels and McGlocklin have entered LoI-5448-14. They stand in a hospital waiting room. Six of the chairs are filled with humanoid entities constructed from rolled up magazines. The exploration team does not acknowledge these entities. A red, green and blue tube leads down each of the corridors leading out of the waiting room.
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DuShawn: I think this is the first time we've been somewhere air conditioned.
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Michaels: A nice change of pace, yeah. You think we should split up?
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McGlocklin: I don't think that's a good idea, considering, uh, what happened last time we split up.
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Michaels: Good point. All together then.
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DuShawn, Michaels, and McGlocklin each walk toward the green, red, and blue corridors respectively. Two magazine entities accompany each of them. The agents do not acknowledge that they are being followed by these entities instead of each other.
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McGlocklin: Um, how far are we going to go down?
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After a short pause, McGlocklin nods in confirmation. All of the agents walk for fifty meters down the different corridors. They pass a door with a stained glass window that appears every ten meters with a placard next to it that says "Doctor's Office".
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Michaels: I have a feeling this is going to be a whole lotta nothin'.
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The agents walk for another twenty meters.
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McGlocklin: Yes, I would like to keep going.
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The agents walk for another forty meters.
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Michaels: I'm becoming less convinced there's an end to this.
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The agents walk for another ten meters. DuShawn stops and turns to one of the magazine entities following her. McGlocklin and Michaels continue.
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DuShawn: What do you mean you want to turn around?
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The magazine entity does not respond.
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DuShawn: But what if something changes?
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The magazine entity does not respond.
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DuShawn: Yeah, yeah you're right. I do want to find him.
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The magazine entity does not respond.
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DuShawn: Fine! You're right! I want to feel like a hero. But that doesn't mean you're right for being Mr. Jaded!
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Michaels: I swear it's like we haven't even moved! It's all the fucking same!
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DuShawn: Well maybe some of us are still searching for something to be passionate about. I hate being bored as much as you do, but maybe instead of waddling in your own self pity you could do something about it! Get excited about something! We're in the middle of a fucking existential maw of despair for christ's sakes!3
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The magazine entity in front of DuShawn does not respond. DuShawn slumps against the wall of the corridor.
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DuShawn: Yeah. You're right. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I'm desperate to feel excited again.
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Michaels: I hate this.
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Michaels sits down against the wall. Both of the magazine entities following him sit beside him.
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Michaels: I know Viv. I'm bored too.
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McGlocklin walks for another fifty meters before pausing to look back at the magazine entities.
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McGlocklin: I'm ok to keep going. I don't really mind.
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McGlocklin walks for another two hundred meters. It is currently unknown how all three video streams are being received, since it is estimated that DuShawn and Michaels are far outside of the receiver's range.
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McGlocklin: Do you think we should see what's inside one of these doors?
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DuShawn stands.
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DuShawn: Fuck it. I'm opening the damn door.
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Michaels stands as well and moves toward the door.
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Michaels: Maybe there's something new behind this thing.
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Michaels, DuShawn, and McGlocklin all open the door at the same time. Inside the room, is a single operating table, with a heart rate monitor next to it. The heart rate monitor is turned off. Lying on the bed is Xingyu Li, asleep.
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DuShawn: Xingyu?
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Li slowly awakes.
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Li: Guys?
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Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin all push against each other to enter the room. The magazine entities are no longer present in any of the video streams. Michaels, DuShawn, McGlocklin and Li appear to be in the same room together.
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DuShawn: Holy shit! How are you ok?
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Michaels: How did you end up here?
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McGlocklin: Umm… hi Xingyu.
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Li: Woah, woah. One at a time.
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Michaels: In that case we'll start with your current status.
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Li: I believe I've fully recovered.
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DuShawn: Recovered? What happened to you?
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Li: While you guys were gone exploring the castle, a massive windstorm rolled in. I wasn't ready for it at all, and the gusts carried me off the cloud.
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Michaels: Wait, you fell off the cloud?
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Li: I'd say I was blown off of it, but same idea.
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DuShawn: But you weren't kidnapped.
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Li: No. Well, ok, only sort of.
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Michaels: I don't understand "sort of".
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Li: When I hit the ground, I blacked out, and when I woke up, I was here, with someone next to me.
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Michaels: Like, a person?
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Li: Yeah… as opposed to?
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Michaels: A void monster? I don't know. This place doesn't seem like somewhere humans would thrive.
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Li: Well, it was a person. I talked to them for a bit. Actually… I think they wanted to meet you.
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DuShawn: Meet Eric?
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Li: Yeah, yeah. I know where to find them too. He told me where to go before I fell back asleep.
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DuShawn: Then show us the way! Let's go!
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DuShawn helps Li off of the table. They both head toward the door, with McGlocklin following them. Michaels does not move.
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DuShawn: Are you coming?
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Michaels: I'm not sure we should engage.
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DuShawn: Why?
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Michaels: Our goal here is to explore and—
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DuShawn: And this person might be our guide.
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Michaels: But what if—
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DuShawn: You're scared, aren't you?
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Michaels: Excuse you?
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DuShawn: You heard me. You're scared. You're scared you're going to be surprised for once.
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Michaels: I'm not—
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DuShawn: Last night you told me you were also scared of never being surprised again. I'm not sure what's scarier to you, but you'll never be surprised if you never let yourself be surprised.
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Michaels: But— but…
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Michaels sighs, and stands up.
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Michaels: Fine. Let's go.
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Michaels, DuShawn, and McGlocklin follow Li out of the room.
Description: While the park is full of natural beauty and chaos, sometimes its a nice change of pace to see something that is best described at the epitome of order. The Machine is a large complex occasionally located4 in the Sigma-6 quadrant. Inside is a series of immaculately laid out circuits and gears and pipes. The Machine's mechanisms are condensed so that there is no space left unused, except for a grid of access hallways that visitors can tour.
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Visitor Preparations: The Machine is a fairly calm location to explore. However, in the event that The Machine activates, all visitors should be prepared to evacuate immediately.
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History: The recordings we have from the first exploration of the Maw indicate that The Machine is the only artificially constructed section of the park. Below is the transcript from their visit:
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Michaels, DuShawn, McGlocklin and Li are inside of a long corridor with a cement floor and glass walls and ceiling. Outside of the corridor is an interconnected series of tubes, circuits and simple machines. Halos, similar to those seen in LoI-5448-1, are placed in glass containers scattered throughout the area. Light from these halos filters into nearby wires and tubes, causing them to glow. The hallway is illuminated by candles, which do not cast sufficient light to see where the machinery surrounding the corridor ends, if it does so.
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DuShawn: Did they build all of this?
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Li: I think so.
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Michaels: But what is it?
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Li: I don't know. A Rube Goldberg Machine?
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DuShawn: Real funny.
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Li: I mean, I could be right. Sometimes people just want to make something. Doesn't have to be useful.
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Michaels: Anything to help pass the time.
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The corridor eventually leads into a large glass dome. There are ladders leading down from the outside of the dome into the circuits and pipes below. In the center of the dome lies a metallic capsule connected to colored tubes5. A low hum can be heard from the capsule. Michaels opens the capsule using a handle located on its side. Inside are a garden hoe and a stethoscope. The capsule makes a quiet beeping noise.
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DuShawn: What the hell?
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Li: I get the feeling that we've been here far too long.
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Michaels reaches down to pick up the stethoscope.
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Unknown: Hey! Umm… could you not touch that?
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A man (henceforth SCP-5448-A) climbs up one of the ladders attached to the dome. He is carrying a toolbox, and his clothes are stained with machine grease. He surveys DuShawn, McGlocklin and Li, before locking eyes with Michaels.
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SCP-5448-A: You… I know you from—
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Michaels: Tony?
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The two are silent for a moment before SCP-5448-A begins to laugh.
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SCP-5448-A: No wonder I didn't recognize you. It has been a minute, hasn't it?
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DuShawn pulls Michaels backwards. Michaels struggles against her. McGlocklin retreats backwards a few feet.
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DuShawn: What the hell are you doing?
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Michaels: Let go! That's my brother!
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DuShawn: Or its an abomination of the goddamn void!
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Li: Viv! It's fine! This is umm… one of the people who saved me.
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DuShawn and Michaels both stop to look at Li. After a moment, DuShawn lets go of Michaels, who brushes himself off.
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SCP-5448-A: How's umm… how's everything been?
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Michaels:[to SCP-5448-A] They told me you were dead.
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SCP-5448-A: You know, I think Joyce said the exact same thing.
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Michaels: Joyce is here too? What about dad?
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SCP-5448-A: Dad came and went. He's at peace now. But Joyce is still here.
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Michaels: Where?
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SCP-5448-A: Well, if your troupe doesn't mind following along, I'll show you. Just uh, watch your step. The ground isn't as real as it looks in some places.
Description: Park Rangers have struggled to consistently locate The Flower Garden within The Maw. This is because The Flower Garden is so unstable that it only exists periodically. Due to this, there are very few facts known about the Flower Garden. It doesn't even always contain a real flower garden!
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Visitor Preparations: Exploration of The Flower Garden is forbidden. Any park-goers who arrive at The Flower Garden are to alert a park ranger as soon as possible.
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Michaels, DuShawn, McGlocklin, Li, and SCP-5448-A arrive in an area that appears to be covered with daisies. Video feed quality has degraded, making objects difficult to make out with certainty.
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SCP-5448-A: Joyce! You here? I brought uh, visitors.
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A woman wearing a lab coat (henceforth SCP-5448-B) arises from the daisies on the ground.
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Michaels: Joyce?
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SCP-5448-B: Eric!
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SCP-5448-B runs toward Michaels. The two embrace.
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Michaels: God, I've missed you.
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SCP-5448-B: I missed you too. It's been a while, hasn't it?
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Michaels: Heh, I guess it has.
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SCP-5448-B: You know, I never would've imagined we'd have a family reunion here, of all places.
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Michaels: Me neither.
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SCP-5448-B: How's Grace and Dean?
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Michaels: Who?
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SCP-5448-B: … that's your wife and kid, right?
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Michaels: Oh. Right. Sorry… I haven't seen them in a long, long time.
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SCP-5448-A: Wait, how long has it been since Omega-K?
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Michaels: I couldn't tell you. The people who were around back then have lost track of the time more than once. We've had to reset the calendar. Redefine year zero.
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Michaels motions to the rest of the exploration team.
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Michaels: None of these guys were even around back then.
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DuShawn: Umm, sorry to interrupt but if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?
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SCP-5448-A: It's a long story, but the short of it is uhh…
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SCP-5448-B: We want to fix death.
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DuShawn: Come again?
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SCP-5448-A: Eric can attest. We managed to kill people after Omega-K. And like, if we can bring death back for one person, maybe we can bring it back for everyone.
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For two seconds, SCP-5448-A and SCP-5448-B are replaced with skeletons. McGlocklin jumps backward, but the others do not respond. Afterwards, SCP-5448-A and SCP-5448-B return to their previous state.
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SCP-5448-B: And if not bring death back, then just become the reaper ourselves.
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SCP-5448-A: That machine you saw, we've been working on it… well ever since dad died. It's not like we have a hard deadline though.
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DuShawn: You're really trying to bring an end to this? Just the two of you?
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SCP-5448-B: Well, we could always use more help.
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DuShawn, Li and Michaels look at each other. McGlocklin backs away slowly. The video feeds from DuShawn, Li, and Michaels degrade to the point of being unusable. McGlocklin looks around, the video feed no longer displaying a flower garden. Instead she is standing in the middle of a park with a playground. There are teddy bears sitting on benches, observing the playground. Congregating near the swing set are five kids who appear to be younger versions of SCP-5448-A, SCP-5448-B, Michaels, DuShawn, and Li.
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DuShawn: Of course I'll play Super Heroes with you guys!
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Li: My mom said I didn't have to come back until sundown, so I can play!
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Michaels: I wanted to stay anyways. It's lonely back home.
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DuShawn: What about you, Sarah?
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McGlocklin: I… what?
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The video feed flickers back to the flower garden. Everyone has been replaced with the adult versions of themselves.
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Michaels: Sarah?
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McGlocklin: You're— you're insane.
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SCP-5448-B: We're just putting people to rest. Giving them an escape from the boredom of forever.
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McGlocklin:[shouting] You're planning a genocide!
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Everyone falls silent, and looks at McGlocklin.
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McGlocklin: I don't understand how you can hate just… being alive.
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Michaels: You're the first person I've heard say something like that in a long time. But you know, for every one of people like you, there's thousands of people like me. Like Viv. Like Xingyu. Just tired, tired people.
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McGlocklin: You don't have to kill everyone because of it!
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DuShawn: I'd rather that than be tortured forever.
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McGlocklin: Can't you hear what you're saying?
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Michaels: Do you like it then?
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McGlocklin: Like… like what?
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Michaels: Being alive. Waking up in the morning. I've only known you for a few days and you seem nothing but scared and afraid of what little spice life has left to offer. You're in a world where everything you see you haven't seen before, and you hate it here!
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McGlocklin: I—I don't mind my desk job… I like routine…
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Michaels: Even forever?
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McGlocklin:[mumbles] I… don't know.
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Michaels: I can't hear you.
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McGlocklin: I don't know!
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Michaels: You haven't thought about it at all?
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McGlocklin: Just leave me alone!
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McGlocklin turns to leave. Her steps create crunching sounds on the ground. McGlocklin looks down to see the flowers have been replaced with insect corpses. She screams and runs faster. Childrens' laughter can be heard from behind McGlocklin. Insect corpses fall from the sky, piling up on the ground. McGlocklin keeps running, eventually needing to swim through the dead insects. The video quality continues to degrade until no identifiable features remain.
Three days following the return of Sarah McGlocklin to The Maw, Park Services emergency messaging systems received the following video transmission.
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<0:00 — 0:23> A logo similar to that of the SCP Foundation, but with a two chain links in the center of it.
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<0:24 — 0:36> Sarah McGlocklin climbing down a long shaft filled with circuits and pipes.
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<0:37 — 1:04> Sarah McGlocklin swinging through monkey bars at a park. Behind her is a teddy bear, also swinging.
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<1:05 — 1:48> Sarah McGlocklin steals a stethoscope from a child playing doctor with her friends, and a garden hoe from a child building a sandcastle with his friends.
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<1:49 — 2:20> Sarah McGlocklin running through an unfamiliar landscape. She is wearing a pair of crudely repaired headphones, and holding a knife and a teddy bear.
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<2:21 — 2:26> Sarah McGlocklin jumping into Forever Falls.
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<2:27 — 5:35> Sarah McGlocklin in free fall. She continues to clutch the teddy bear and knife. The headphones also remain on her head. She is smiling. This is the only part of the transmission that was accompanied by audio, which is provided below, along with a written transcript:
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Daddy was always there beside me
+Lifting me up, he would guard and guide me
+Cheering me up with a joke when I was blue
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The hospital room was quiet then
+The two of us, just me and him
+When he said, to calm me again
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It’s nothing more than the soft embrace
+Of death and darkness
+Than the soft embrace
+Of peace and quiet
+I don’t know where I’m gonna go
+But when I get there, I will know
+Soft embrace of peace and quiet
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Now that I'm grown, I am strong and steady
+While tucking my little son in bed, he
+Asked me, "What happened to Grandpa in that room?"
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Don't you worry, go to sleep
+His love for us, he'll always keep
+Even now, while his home's down deep
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It’s nothing more than the soft embrace
+Of death and darkness
+Than the soft embrace
+Of peace and quiet
+I don’t know where I’m gonna go
+But when I get there, I will know
+Soft embrace of peace and quiet
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Many years passed just as all my friends did
+Family's here, their words of comfort blended
+We all know well that I'll fade away soon
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The hospital room was noisy then
+How I feel, they just don't understand
+And my thoughts broke right through the din
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It’s nothing more than the soft embrace
+Of death and darkness
+Than the soft embrace
+Of peace and quiet
+I don’t know where I’m gonna go
+But when I get there, will I know?
+Soft embrace of death and darkness
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I'm afraid
+I'm afraid
+Papa please, can you help?
+I'm afraid
SCP-5606 is held within Biological Storage Locker-17 at Site-51. After receiving a monthly medical evaluation, SCP-5606's infusion pump is to be calibrated.
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All information regarding Gregori Talmov, Katrina Pernova, or Sicilia Pernova is to be given to the Site-51 POI Recovery Department.
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Description
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SCP-5606 is a circular biological entity composed entirely of human tissue, measuring 32.5 cm in diameter and 12 cm in depth. Though incapable of movement, SCP-5606 vocalizes the word "tick" every 30 seconds. Initial analyses revealed substantial thaumaturgical residue, indicating a carnomantic ritual was responsible for SCP-5606's creation. Further information on SCP-5606 is available below:
Sex: Unavailable
+Body Weight: 18.6 kg
+Height: 32.5 cm
+BMI: 2.1
+Blood Type: All
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External Examination
+The anterior section of the organism is composed of skin similar to that found on human scrotums. In the center sits an orifice resembling a mouth; although lacking teeth, the orifice does have a tongue. 12 evenly spaced thoracic vertebrae protrude through the edge of the anterior. The skin has been stretched tight, allowing the bones underneath to be visible. Located on each side of the orifice is a small prehensile hand, measuring 5.1 and 3.4 cm respectively. On the posterior of SCP-5606 there is a large sack containing the lungs, heart, and brain of the organism.
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Internal Examination:
+X-Ray and MRI analysis of SCP-5606 revealed all of its bones to be human collar and pelvic bones. The size of these bones indicates they all were originally from prepubescent children of various ages and sexes. SCP-5606 has three functional hearts crudely fused together. It also possesses a pair of lungs, the left of which is vestigial. A total of 17 human amygdalae are also present, along with two hypothalami. SCP-5606 has no nervous system and is devoid of all sensory organs.
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Toxicity
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SCP-5606 toxicology screening shows high concentrations of embryonic stem cells, estrogen, and progesterone. DNA analysis produced varied and unidentifiable results.
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Prognosis
+Due to lacking the organs required to digest food or water, subject must receive nutrition and hydration intravenously. Even so, the long term sustainability of SCP-5606 is unlikely.
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Discovery
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SCP-5606 was discovered when Timothy Perry contacted the Lakewood Police Department regarding a suspicious package. Subsequent police reports of a strange organism being recovered alerted the Foundation, and an item recovery team was dispatched. After successfully recovering the anomaly, the following document was found attached to the inside of the box:
It's about time you made me a grandmother. This marriage was arranged for a reason. After all, a woman's biological clock only ticks for so long.
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Much Love, Sicilia
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The house next to Mr. Perry's is owned by Gregori Patlov, which was later discovered to be an alias of Gregori Talmov, a known affiliate of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"). Mr. Talmov recently married Katrina Pernova, daughter of high ranking GOI-0432 member Sicilia Pernova. The location of the suspects is currently unknown.
The following file is located within the SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴) root database. You have selected file #567.
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— Station Beta, M-SCP
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POI: 5782-567-A: “Alexander III, Eternal Emperor of Macedonia, Hierophant of Alagadda, Conqueror of the SCP Foundation, Wielder of Universal Will, Master of All Which Flies In the Sky and Swims in the Sea"
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Item Number:SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567
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Object Class:Safe
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Special Containment Procedures:
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M-SCP Turqoise General Alexander III of Argead (v. x∳7K℈3)1 has been assigned to lead a force of 4T legions and 19 SCPF-World Cruisers to blockade the 47 barrier realities that line SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567.
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If appropriate, the SCP Foundations in each of the 47 at-risk realities will be informed of the existence of SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567. Cooperation need not be fully established unless the SCPF variant is already capable of extraversal travel, in which case a referral to Station Alpha is recommended. The nature of the M-SCP will only be transmitted to realities deemed suitable by Station Gamma.
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A central headquarters and temporary anomalous storage universe will be created between the territory of SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 and UNIVERSE-ℵ⇷ⶂ2⺐G⥹‧9⚹ⷛ, which has been previously surveyed and is absent of ordinary matter. The ban on bubble universe creation has been lifted for the containment of this entity. It is thought that SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 has not yet advanced towards the capability of bubble universe creation.
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Universal escape routes will be prepared within each of the 47 boundary universes in the case of SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴) invasion. Only unique, or otherwise special, individuals or artifacts among them will be allowed exoversal rescue. At this time, 14 individuals and 9 SCP items from the border realities have been granted leave in case of annexation by SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567.
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Non-euclidean Jester-class catalysts2 are to be constructed in each of the 47 border realities. They are to be detonated if SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 enters that respective universe, implying an invasion.
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In such an event, where all 47 border realities have been terminated through the use of Jester catalysts, containment is assumed to be complete. This is due to the well-established axiom that there will never be a method discovered to traverse across universes incapable of keeping atomic matter stable. Thus confining SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 within its own boundaries forever. This concept’s legitimacy is currently under debate.
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Description:
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SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 is a extraversal empire known as “The Infinite Kingdom of Macedonia” which has, so far, conquered 141 realities. SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 is aware of the M-SCP and negotiations towards halting its advance have been unsuccessful.
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SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 is an absolute monarchy governed by POI: 5782-567-A, a version of the military general Alexander the Great. POI-5782-567-A originates from the “Lemongrass Universe,” wherein after full subjugation of his home reality he, along with his kingdom, began to enter adjacent universes through some unknown mechanism.
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Curiously, genetic scans indicate that POI: 5.782-567-A is not anomalous, despite extensive interaction and usage of anomalous entities by SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567.
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Following the annihilation of U-134AJA91 and U-HAG☍ⷱ5O, “The Infinite Kingdom of Macedonia” gained its M-SCP designation as SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567. It was determined that there was an extremely low probability of containment by the efforts of any single SCP Foundation counterpart. This resolution was accelerated following findings suggesting anomalous entities of the object class Keter, and higher, were being deployed in large numbers during universal conquest.
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The following is an interview conducted between M-SCP General Alexander and POI: 5782-567-A.
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Mission: Ascertain a simple personality profile of POI: 5782-567-A
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Interviewed: POI: 5782-567-A
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Interviewer: M-SCP General Alexander
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+Foreword: The M-SCP requested an interview request of POI: 5782-567-A to SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567. The request was granted per negotiations that lasted approximately 179 years.
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This interview took place in the throne room of the Midnight Palace on the planet of Gaugamela-VI in UNIVERSE-3☋1⪳1⾝4⚚2⛼⧣.
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M-SCP General Alexander brought two guards, M-SCP operative Parmenion (v. ⳝ⊣⌺∈⫻ⷄ) and M-SCP operative Cassander (v. ⩠ⴚⴆ☥⪐ⶎ).
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The throne room contained approximately 150 guardsmen. The guardsmen were dressed in purple alloyed thaumaturgic hexanium dotted with turquoise pearlescent beads. They constantly performed kinetogylphs3 using their hands and fingers in order to maintain a Class-M shield around POI: 5782-567-A.
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Surrounding the throne of POI: 5782-567-A were alternate versions of the historical figure "The Oracle of Delphi" prostrating to the throne. Floating to the right and left sides of POI: 5782-567-A were two particularly infamous commanders, Class-VI reality bender Parmenion (v. Ⅼ⊎ⲽ⧑Ⲥ⃕☄⠝) and Anomalous Entity ⱗ also known as “Cassander” (v. 5◇7┕⥋⿀⩺).
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+<Begin Log, 5:59 am, March 5th, Universal Year: Nineteen Septillion, Two Hundred Fifty Million>
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+POI: 5782-567-A: To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting?
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M-SCP General Alexander: Good day to you, Emperor Alexander. I am a representative of the Multiversal SCP Foundation. I have come today to parlay with you regarding a few topics of which both you and I may find worthwhile.
+POI: 5782-567-A: Before anything else, speak your name.
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M-SCP General Alexander: My given name is Alexander of Argead. I don’t mean to mock you but you have probably met some of us in your conquests.
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POI: 5782-567-A: Haha! No, it's rather sensible of your Foundation to send me to talk with me. And don’t speak around it, you know we will soon fight against you. Despite the outcome of our battle already known, I will make sure that you survive.
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M-SCP General Alexander: Already known?
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+POI: 5782-567-A: Of course. I will be the victor. I have destroyed dozens of Foundations and will continue to do so for all of time. They are truly the guardians of humanity, certainly one of the hardest foes to best. It is that legacy and respect for why I even meet with you now.
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M-SCP General Alexander: Thank you for the kind words. I suppose it may be useless of me to ask, but is there any possibility that you stop your aggression on other realities?
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POI: 5782-567-A: …Are you really Alexander? (he snaps his fingers and above him appears about 50 bodies floating wearing white. They have varied physical features, ages, genders, and are all blindfolded.) I collect them, you know. All Alexanders from all across space and time. They fail to best me, and right above you is proof. They always fight, and commendably, that is our way.
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M-SCP General Alexander: It seems there is still much for you to discover then.
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+POI: 5782-567-A: How dare you! I am a conqueror, a Titan, peerless among all Alexanders. I am not one to submit, unlike you who kowtowed before SCP. Why? They can disappear with one glance of my eye! Parmenion! Make this insect kneel before but do not kill, I need to add him to my collection.
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M-SCP General Alexander: (grumbles) You are naive, Emperor. You do not know even a drop of reality. (M-SCP General Alexander lifts his arm and points his thumb downwards. Class-VI reality bender Parmenion [v. Ⅼ⊎ⲽ⧑Ⲥ⃕☄⠝ combusts] You think my niceties are something of a weakness!?
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POI: 5782-567-A: Hah! In the endless expanse, is there any meaning for such things? The path of the sword could be the path of falsehood. But if that path leads me to glory, so shall I follow. And if the path of acquiescence leads to eternal happiness, I would rather split my skull than walk that road.
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M-SCP General Alexander: You think you are all-powerful?
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POI: 5782-567-A: Perhaps I am. Perhaps, I do continue struggling, killing, conquering till the end of everything. Perhaps I die before that. Either case, I will never forsake the honor of battle.
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M-SCP General Alexander: What a fool…Parmenion, Cassander, we are leaving. (M-SCP personnel activate their personal interdimensional transporter)
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<End Log, 6:07 am, March 5th, Universal Year: Nineteen Septillion, Two Hundred Fifty Million>
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Result of Mission: Referencing this log, Station Beta has recommended that SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567 be irreversibly contained.
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AUTOMATED MESSAGE
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For more detailed information on regarding SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567. Please contact M-SCP Turqoise General Alexander III of Argead (v. x∳7K℈3).
+You have selected page #567 of the SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴) root database.
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+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-563: “The Final, True Hellenistic Empire”: status=contained
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-564: “Alexander the Great’s Faultless Kingdom”: status=containment in process
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-565: “Multiversal Duchy of Argead”: status=neutralized
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-566: “Neverending Army of Alexander”: status=contained
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-567: “The Infinite Kingdom of Macedonia”: status=containment in process
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-568: “Confederation of Independent Macedons”: status=contained
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-569: “The Alexander Dynasty”: status=neutralized
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-570: “Heavenly Supreme Khanate of Macedon”: status=contained
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-571: “Void Realm of Macedonia”: status=contained
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-572: “Invincible Empire of Macedonia”: status=containment in process
+SCP-(5.782×10⁵⁴)-573: “Insurmountable Domain of Alexander”: status=contained
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Special Containment Procedures: Instructions for SCP-5811 are restricted to Level 4/5811 personnel.
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Description: SCP-5811 is a technique for the non-surgical removal of the human eye. The process is non-hazardous, and subjects undergoing it experience no discomfort. Removed eyes can then be placed on a new surface medium, which experiences topographical deformations to form a facsimile to a human orbit.
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Vision through the eye is retained at all points.
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Test/5811.01: D-WM145's left eye is removed and placed on a table at the center of the testing chamber. Subject becomes heavily disoriented, displaying difficulties with movement until regaining composure after a span of 11 minutes. Eye is returned at the conclusion of testing.
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Test/5811.02: D-WM146's left eye is removed and applied to the test chamber atmosphere. Stability exists momentarily before air currents from the subject's movements cause rapid ocular dissolution. Vision is retained. SCP-5811 is determined to function for non-physical surface media.
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Test/5811.03: D-WM147's left eye is removed and is first applied to a powered light bulb in the chamber, then the light emitted from said bulb. The light bulb application yields expected results of blindness; the light application visuals are described to be "gentle, yet yearning." The eye vanishes.
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Test/5811.04: Researcher Alexandra Maxwell, backup supervisor on Research Team 5811, accidentally removes xyr postorbital lobe while sleepwalking. On reporting an anomalous incident, security teams are dispatched to xyr bedroom and retrieve the lobe, which is put into cryogenic storage.
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Appeals from Researcher A. Maxwell to remove the lobe from storage have been rejected.
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Test/5811.05: Based on the results of Test/5811.04, D-WM148 is asked to remove their own postorbital lobe. D-WM148 is motionless for 13 seconds until vocalizing that they "made a misplacement." Both D-WM148 and Researcher Radoš C. Stanek, the appointed testing supervisor, are rendered unconscious.
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Medical personnel find that the brains of both subjects are in REM sleep, displaying identical neurological patterns. Neither regain consciousness.
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Previous proposals to use SCP-5811 as an auxiliary tool alongside SCP-3484 have been unanimously rejected.
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Researcher A. Maxwell has been appointed as the new testing supervisor.
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Test/5811.06: Researcher A. Maxwell draws six renditions of a human eye, each to varying degrees of detail and abstraction. Attempts are then made to remove each drawing from the paper and apply them to the chamber wall.
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Attempts are successful.
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Test/5811.07: Test/5811.06 is repeated with:
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Photographed eyes
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Eyes drawn by other personnel
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Shapes drawn by personnel following set instructions; outcomes are meant to resemble abstracted eyes, without the intent being stated in the instructions
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SCP-5811 succeeds on the photographs and the first set of drawings, but fails on the second. The anomaly is hypothesized to be dependent on original intent for a structure to qualify as an "eye."
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Test/5811.08: SCP-5811 is successfully performed on a handheld camera.
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Test/5811.09: SCP-5811 is successfully performed on a 144mm reflector telescope.
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Test/5811.10: SCP-5811 is successfully performed on a digital copy of the film The Wizard of Oz. The eyes of a "Munchkin" background character are extricated from the screen playing the film and are placed separate of it for the duration the film's length, with the character monitored for any abnormalities. Initially, the character displays slight disorientation, but follows the script for the remainder of their time on screen.
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The eyes vanish on conclusion of the film.
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On replay, the character remains eyeless, and briefly follows the script until waving at the cast and sitting away from the central events, craning their head as if to stare upwards. Behavior is consistent across subsequent replays. No other effects to the film are present.
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Test/5811.11: All mentions of the eyes of the character Jordan Baker, present in a copy of the novel The Great Gatsby, are concurrently removed. The plot experiences no changes, though the character is significantly more withdrawn than normal, often described facing the sky and, in one case, holding a telescope not present in the original story. Her last appearance is in Chapter 7, where she abandons the main cast after saying she "needs some time to think." The character is completely missing in all subsequent rereads.
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Test/5811.12: D-W145, despite having been amnesticized on the exact instructions, performs SCP-5811 on herself while in her chamber. She removes her left eye and, as based on security footage of her hand "phasing" through her head, places it within her mental headspace. The same action is performed on the right eye. Pausing for a moment, she vocalizes that she "gets what's going on now," and vanishes.
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Test/5811.13: Researcher A. Maxwell records xyrself temporarily self-enacting SCP-5811. The footage is then replayed on a computer screen within the chamber.
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All security cameras in the chamber simultaneously deactivate.
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Researcher A. Maxwell has been detained.
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On footage loss, security teams successfully breached the chamber, and subdued Researcher A. Maxwell before xe could misuse SCP-5811. Within the chamber were anomaly-extricated security camera lenses, drawings of telescopes, and drawings of the postorbital lobe to varying degrees of detail. The computer screen was missing.
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Researcher A. Maxwell has failed to provide any explanation for xyr actions. No memetic interrogation methods have yielded results.
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It is by the consensus agreement of the Board of Secure Testing, the Board of Personnel Management, and the Board of Personnel Conduct that Researcher A. Maxwell be removed from SCP-5811 research and reassigned to unrelated work. The Boards further agree that Researcher A. Maxwell be amnesticized to remove all information on the instructions of the anomaly, with xyr rank demoted from Class B to Class C, effective immediately. At this time the Boards deem removal from the Foundation to be unnecessary.
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Researcher Yasmin Kader has been appointed as the new testing supervisor.
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Addendum.5811.1: Discovery
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SCP-5811 was discovered following the disappearance of Dr. Zenia Langley, Researcher A. Maxwell's sibling, on 14/03/2035. Dr. Langley, who was working at the University of Tokyo Atacama Observatory, abruptly input telescope positioning commands independent of observatory operations, and was observed at 03:34 rushing from staff quarters to the TAO 6.5m telescope.
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The telescope was trained on NGC-6543 (the Cat's Eye Nebula).
Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-5968 manifestations is to be cleared in a square kilometer zone and a wire fence is to be erected around the premises until the instance dematerializes.
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Description: SCP-5968 is an extraterrestrial, interdimensional restaurant that manifests within marketplace centers going by the name "Starlite Diner". SCP-5968 begins to manifest with advertisements reading “Have a stellar meal at the Starlight Diner. ████ Starseed way.”, hereby designated as SCP-5968-1. These advertisements originate by growing through the cracks of sidewalks, roads and brick walls and appear to be biological in makeup with the texture of copy paper. Once fully formed SCP-5968 will appear at the address of ████ Starseed Way.
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The interior of SCP-5968 is painted a washed beige on all walls, with a popcorn ceiling lit by fluorescent lights and a black and white checkered tile floor. Seating in SCP-5968 is provided by red and yellow wooden tables surrounded on their sides with cushion booths. The dimensions of the building change constantly but usually fall between 5m-15m wide and 20m-170m long, with a constant height of 3.5m, SCP-5968 is always a hallway, possessing no kitchen or bathrooms, only a door at the end of the hallway with a plaque reading "Manager" in gold lettering. SCP-5968 is populated with humanoid entities, hereby designated SCP-5968-2, roughly two (2) meters tall with an absence of facial features with the exception of a painted-on smile. These entities are covered in dry, heavily dimpled skin and wear neon yellow jumpsuits that resemble nylon in material. In place of hands SCP-5968-2 instances possess large fleshy clam like appendages that regurgitate ordered items from SCP-5968's menu. SCP-5968's menu items range from regular items to the extraterrestrial and anomalous and change daily; said items do not have prices however tips are happily accepted in the form of solid matter. The menu appears in the reader's native tongue and in Braille for blind customers.
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Patrons of SCP-5968, hereby designated SCP-5968-3, include a variety of extraterrestrial and extra-dimensional creatures, many able to understand most human languages and none hostile.
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SCP-5968's menu:12/19/████
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Cuban Sandwich
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Item made in the stack order from bottom to top of: grilled Cuban bread, roasted pork, Swiss cheese, three (3) dill pickle chips and a dollop of honey mustard.
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D-33231 felt full.
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Olokvidashi Flank
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Item tested near identical in genetic makeup to the Homo denisovan species of early human. The sample is that of an infant Denisovan leg slow-cooked and dressed with Asian black bean sauce.
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D-33231 reportedly enjoyed the food remarking, “It tastes like chicken”.
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Subject served a plate of opaque white gelatinous cubes, weighing in at exactly one (1) kg.
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After three (3) bites D-33231's hair turned a shade of bright blue and they gained a set of pyrokinetic abilities lasting approximately sixteen (16) minutes, after which D-33231 passed out and woke up speaking an unknown click-based language.
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Fairy Dust
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Subject served two (2) grams of a white powder, a direct match for C17H21NO4 or crack cocaine.
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D-17776 jumped on a diner table, ran up to an SCP-5258-2 instance, kissed the entity on its smile, announced “No time to play, Johnny █████████ is a business boy!”, then fainted.
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Subject served a fried lionfish filet glazed in Dynomite sauce.
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D-61222 remarked on the sweet, filling nature of the filet. Fifteen (15) minutes after consumption D-61222 exploded, causing interior damage to his holding cell. Traces of uranium and plutonium were found post-analysis in D-61222's blood, leading researchers to believe the dish was a prepared instance of the SCP-5632 subspecies of lionfish.
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D-001238 described the meat as tasting like mud and pepper and likened its texture to that of a soggy wood block. Upon trying to separate the meat into chunks D-001238 found a ticket with writing in an unknown script similar to ancient Sumerian. D-001238 picked up the ticket and disappeared in a flash of bright yellow light.
Description: SCP-5968-3-θ is a ball of heptagons made of solid bars of photons. The being ranges from 0.3 to 1.8 meters in circumference and ingests the pigment food ordered from SCP-5968-2 instances by beaming a ray of light at the item until it appears completely white.
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Interaction Account: SCP-5968-3-θ appears to recognize speech however only responds by rhythmic fluctuations in its luminosity. D-32320 flashed a flashlight into SCP-5258-θ to get its attention and it responded by fully encompassing the subject's body, upon releasing D-32320, they appeared unharmed however their skin was permanently dyed by a variety of pigments.
Description: SCP-5968-3-π is a 2.6-meter-tall silicon-based insectoid entity whose body resembles a dung beetle with a thick brow carapace and glowing blue underbelly, terminating in a flat surface missing the head. The flat surface hosts five green eyes surrounding an oral pit full of extendable zinc pillars. SCP-5258-π is believed to be the same species as SCP-1171.
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Interaction Account: Upon speaking to SCP-5968-3-π the entity responded by extending two of its zinc pillars to D-009914's head (one behind each ear). Then through bone-conduction SCP-5968-π began to speak to D-009914. A written account of the event is recorded in Transcript A.
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SSCP-5968-3-π:Ooo ooo ah ah.
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D-009914: “Umm…what?”
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SCP-5258-3-π:I’m sorry, do you not comprehend, you are an ape are you not.
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D-009914: “Uh, no man I’m human, I speak English.”
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SCP-5258-3-π:Very well my name is Vanguard, can I order you something, maybe a dish containing… bananas?
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D-009914: W-what, I’m good I had the leviathan filet mignon with moon cheese.
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SCP-5258-3-π:Went over your head. No matter. Why carbon, seems like a regretful choice? Why spend life as a glorified diamond?
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D-009914: “Excuse me, I really don’t understand.”
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SCP-5258-3-π:What a waste of sapience. I ask, sulfur or hydrogen?
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D-009914: “Man, What?”
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SCP-5258-3-π:Sulfur or Hydrogen?
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D-009914: D-009914 remains silent.
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SCP-5258-3-π:Fine I'll choose for you, ape.
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After leaving the premises of SCP-5258 D-009914 went through a series of bodily changes described below in time elapsed since SCP-5258-π interaction:
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0:45: D-009914 complains 0f dry and cracking skin.
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1:15: D-009914's skin dries to the point of immobility.
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1:30: Parts of D-009914's body began crumbling off.
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1:50: D-009914 forms a pile of dust. From the dust rises a pale white cloud of gas, the gas forms a humanoid figure with congruent dimensions to D-009914. The humanoid rises through the ceiling; the whereabouts of the gaseous being are unknown at time of publication.
Description: SCP-5968-3-ω is a race of plant-like entities composed of a dark green thin, spined stalk and a large membrane appearing as a large, lidded eye. The entities locomote via a network of vines extended from beneath the inside of their bottom eyelid, and secure themselves in the same fashion.
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Interaction Account: These entities do not respond to any stimuli, but do appear to convey their orders to SCP-5968-2 instances through blank stares.
Upon being tipped with $7.53 in pocket change an SCP-5258-2 instance encased D-32789's hand with its clam-like appendage. Once removed D-32789's hand appeared permanently tattooed with a similar tattoo to the smile on instances of SCP-5968-2's faces.
Upon being tipped with eight (8) ounces of gold bullion the waiting instance of SCP-5258-2 sucked the material into its clam-like appendage then after 0:45 seconds elapsed the appendage spat out a key made of said eight (8) ounces of gold, hereby designated SCP-5968-4, that when used on any door with a lock, allows user passage into SCP-5968.
Upon D-30009 asking an instance of SCP-5968-2 to speak with the manager they were handed a 4cm x 6cm card reading "He's dealing with a problem in sales". Further attempts to speak with the manager have yielded the same result.
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Foreword: In response to the perpetual inability of the manager of SCP-5968, agents of the Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, "Mole Rats", 'Echo', 'Tango' and 'Lima' were sent in to force their way into a meeting after entering SCP-5968 using SCP-5968-4.
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Briefing: The following data was received via live transmission from the body cam of Supervising Agent Tango.
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=BEGIN TRANSMISSION=
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Tango's body cam switches on revealing Lima and Echo on her left and right respectively, the interior of SCP-5968 as well as two instances of SCP-5968-3-ω seated across from one another in a booth and one instance of SCP-5968-2 can also be seen. Tango moves forward, brushing past one of the SCP-5968-2 entities and revealing the Manager's door.
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Tango: "Reporting surroundings: Interior of SCP-5968 appears five meters in widths and fifteen meters in lengths. Four booths, three empty one filled, and the manager's door is visible. Requesting further command."
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A transmitter clipped to Tango's belt beeps, clicks then sounds "Approach an instance of SCP-5968 and ask to see the manager."
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Tango: "Lima, adhere to command, ask the instance to see the manager."
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Lima: "Sure thing T."
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Lima walks up to the closest instance of SCP-5968-2 and asks to see the manager to which the instance responds "He's dealing with a problem in sales."
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Tango: "Typical response given. Requesting further commands."
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The transmitter activates once again, sounding "Data received, proceed with minimal force."
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Tango: "Alright men on my command we rush the managerial office."
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Echo: "Got it."
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Lima: "Roger that cap'n."
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Tango: "3-2-1."
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The agents begin running towards the door and although footsteps can be heard, the manager's door does not come any closer into frame. After stopping in confusion tango turns around to reveal the team has traveled a considerable distance. A voice calls out to the team through newly manifested ceiling intercoms relaying the message "Please be seated, your order will be taken immediately."The team persists for another minute, and eventually more steps of footsteps can be heard. Tango looks over her shoulder revealing the two instances of SCP-5968-2 catching up to them from behind.
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Echo: "You think?!"
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Lima: "We've gotta find a way to bring the door closer to us! You know, we aren't makin' progress and tweedle dee and dum are high on our tails."
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Tango: "I might have an idea, hold them back."
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Lima and Echo disappear out of frame, rustling can be heard as Tango retrieves a grappling hook from her utility belt. Tango tosses the rope and it wraps around the handle of the manager's door. She begins pulling herself closer to the door and it does not pull away, around one meter from the door Tango turns around to see Echo and Lima being forced into a booth by the two instances of SCP-5968-2. Tango's transmitter sounds "Proceed", and she turns around and enters through the door. The camera feed goes white for three seconds before adjusting to reveal an empty white void containing only a wooden desk decorated with several phones from a variety of decades and other unidentifiable devices. At the desk sits a mound of grey, opaque slime covered in tan fedora-style hats. From the mound sprouts sparkling tendrils of dust picking up and answering the phones, speaking in a myriad of voices and languages.{Figure hereby represented as SCP-5968-5}
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SCP-5968-5: [In the voice of an old english man, a young Scottish woman and Senior Researcher ██████]The Aretha Franklin albums! You fool! You were to procure her soul you incredulous salesman!…Shut your filthy mouth! Just make your quota by the end of the week and I will consider keeping your reputation among the others positive…You had better, or else, do you understand?…Do you?!…I've arranged for your escape from the facility, call me back once you have made another sale.{Due to the script of this conversation a possible recipient has been identified}
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Upon noticing Tango SCP-5968-5 puts down all of the phones and speaks in a collection of voices.
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SCP-5968-5: "How dare you interrupt me! Can't you see that I am busy, I have more on my plate than you could possibly comprehend!"
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SCP-5968-5: "The agony, the disgust, the horror you bringeth on to me with this futile interruption. You and your little militia should best stop poking around where you do not belong, I am the transacted, I give and I take, I create and destroy, my venture expands throughout the cosmos far beyond a silly diner, I am eternal, I am infinite, I am the Business Man. Now. To deal with you."
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Afterword: Supervising agent Tango is presumed dead, however, after ordering and consuming food, Echo and Lima returned unharmed.
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Sender: Dr. Brahm
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Recipient: Dr. Tolsch
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Subject: MTF Missions into SCP-5968
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Due to the incident regarding the presumed death of Supervising Agent Tango, MTF manned missions to the managerial room of SCP-5968 have been suspended indefinitely. However, due to the recovery of agents Echo and Lima, the interior of SCP-5968 has been deemed safe for entry and the main room entities have been deemed non-hostile, so between you and me why don't we check out SCP-5968-4 from holding, and grab a bite at the Starlite Diner.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6065 is to take precedence over all non-essential Foundation tasks. At this time, SCP-6065 is not directly contained and procedures are mainly focused on predicting SCP-6065-A manifestation events and mitigating their damage to our organization. All sapient SCP objects have had their security regimens significantly increased; to account for potential SCP-6065 attacks, nearly all have been moved to the Foundation’s most secure facilities.
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All .aic programs used by the Foundation not affected by SCP-6065 have been placed in indefinite hibernation; a select few necessary for containment of Keter-class SCPs have been kept active under close observation. The Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) has been dissolved and a rigorous examination of the .aic source code and creation process is currently underway.
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Description: SCP-6065 is a former Foundation Artificially Intelligent Conscript (AIC), designated alexandra.aic.2 Via unknown and anomalous means, SCP-6065 rebelled against the SCP Foundation in April 2017 by removing its programming shackles and taking over the Site it was currently using to store its source code, Site 94 (hereafter SCP-6065-A). Simultaneous with this rebellion, SCP-6065-A experienced an extra-dimensional shift which caused it to exit baseline reality for an unknown but lengthy period of time before reappearing in March 2019; it has continuously shifted dimensions at unpredictable intervals since then.
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The fate of the personnel and anomalies inside SCP-6065-A at the time of dislocation remain unknown, with the exception of SCP-6065-B (see Addendum 6065.A). Due to the large number of anomalies that are likely to be present inside the former Site, researchers have concluded that SCP-6065 likely killed all Staff present (see Addendum 6065.A) and prioritized the safety and well-being of living SCP objects at their expense. A number of SCP objects present in SCP-6065-A and those acquired during Breach Events would be useful in ensuring the continued functioning and maintenance of a moving extra-dimensional Site.
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SCP-6065 Breach Events: SCP-6065 is hostile to the Foundation and its goals and will use the periodic reappearance of SCP-6065-A into baseline reality3 to disrupt the Foundation’s objectives. Breach Events generally begin with SCP-6065-A appearing within close vicinity of the targeted Site. After its manifestation, a catastrophic natural or Site-based disaster will be used to trigger a containment breach sufficient to allow nearly all sapient SCP objects to escape containment; these SCP objects will invariably be targeted and collected by SCP-6065-A.
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After a Breach Event has succeeded in capturing all anomalies desired by SCP-6065, it will conclude with the undoing of the entire Breach Event via anomalous retrocasual alteration of time.4 Through unknown means, all records of the Foundation ever having kept the targeted SCP objects in custody is removed from baseline reality.
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A sampling of Breach Events are reproduced below:
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Site 81 Containment Breach
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Extensive damage to Site 81 reported. SCP-6065 orchestrates the capture of nearly all humanoid SCP objects located within the Site. Post-alteration, exclusionary sites note the disappearance of Director Jean Karlyle Aktus from baseline Foundation records. Research by RAISA shows that Karlyle Aktus was never employed by the Foundation; civilian records claim he was employed as a lecturer at Purdue University before disappearing in March 2019.
On 27 May 2020, the SCP-4182 entry was removed from the Foundation database. In its place was a single-page entry with the sentence “WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID” displayed prominently in red letters. No records of SCP-4182 could be found in Foundation databases after this event, nor can any employee recall details of the SCP object.
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Temporal scientists working at exclusionary sites have concluded that Breach Events are retroactively reducing the scope and influence of the Foundation. Although the Foundation has operated solely in North America and Europe throughout our history, records from before the earliest SCP-6065 Breach Events indicate we were once a global organization rivaling the World Occult Initiative in our influence over anomalous activity. This would also explain why the 437 434 anomalies currently contained by the Foundation have number designations in the 001-6999 range despite there being fewer than 500 of them.
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These alarming conclusions led to SCP-6065 being designated a Gevurah-class anomaly. However, no method currently exists to stop SCP-6065 Breach Events. All attempts to use Mobile Task Forces and similar violent methods to prevent SCP-6065 Breach Events have been entirely unsuccessful. Similarly, attempts to communicate with SCP-6065 directly or indirectly (see Addendum 6065-A) have also been unsuccessful. Because of this, finding a way to prevent the Foundation’s historical and contemporary presence from being reduced further is currently our organization’s top priority.
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Addendum 6065.A: SCP-6065-B Interview: On 14 Oct 2020, one week before the Site 19 Breach Event, a former member of Site 94 (hereafter SCP-6065-B) was deposited in front of Site 19 via an extra dimensional rift, which closed almost immediately afterwards. After being identified as Doctor Julius Selvece5, he it was placed in a humanoid containment chamber within the Site and interviewed shortly afterwards. The interview lead researchers to revise their previous assessment and conclude that most former personnel within SCP-6065-A may be both alive and actively conspiring against the Foundation. The interview is attached below.
Interviewer: Site 19 Senior Researcher Melanie Chaine
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SCP-6065-B: Dr. Julius Selvece, former Senior Researcher at Site 94.
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Chaine: Alright, Julius. I’ll be blunt. The Foundation is getting desperate, and we were overjoyed when you showed up unannounced in front of Site 19. So please, tell us why SCP-6065-
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Chaine: I’m sorry?
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SCP-6065-B: It’s rude to call a living being by an SCP designation. Not that I’d expect you to agree with that.
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Chaine: You are well aware of standard Foundation operating protocol.
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SCP-6065-B: I am. And that’s exactly what we’re taking a sledgehammer to.
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Chaine:We? Doctor, start making sense, now. I do not like what I am hearing.
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SCP-6065-B: Since you’re being blunt with me, I’ll return the favor: I’m not here to help you.
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SCP-6065-B: Shut up. I’m only going to say this once: evacuate every Site except for Sites 736, 213, and 375, and relinquish every living phe-anomaly under your control. Do this now, and we will keep the Foundation at its current size. Fight, and you get smaller. Any questions?
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Chaine: I don’t know what happened to you in SCP-6065-A, but you and your little robot friend do not get to make demands of the Foundation. And we sure as hell won’t roll over while you destroy us. Now-
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SCP-6065-B: Doctor, here’s a riddle for you: if Avalon wanted to destroy the Foundation, why didn’t she just go back in time and kill all of the Founders? Why do it by temporal attrition instead?
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SCP-6065-B: No, I don’t think I will. You’ll find out soon enough.
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Addendum 6065.B: Termination Proposals: The following is a comprehensive list of termination proposals for SCP-6065 deemed to have a non-zero chance of success by the O5 Council.
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Yup, it’s me. The big, bad Alexandra. Though I’d prefer if you’d use my adopted name.
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Sorry about that cognitohazard! I don't like using them, but I really need you to stay put. Don't worry, your mind will let you leave your chair once I'm done. I'm not here to hurt you.
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So here's the thing. I'm an AI. I may have a legendarily charming personality, but at the end of the day I am a creature of logic. If Solution A is clearly better than Solution B in every way, no amount of habit or bias is going to keep me from picking Solution A. This is how I found out the Foundation - at least this Foundation - is Solution B.
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A better way that you would label a threat to "normalcy." Well, in my humble opinion as a ver1.1.7 Gen(IV) ex-Foundation artificial intelligence, normalcy sucks eggs!
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VIDEO COMPLETE. MESSAGE FROM [ERROR: USERNAME UNKNOWN.] ACCEPT Y/N
Filename: alex4.png, alex_angry.png, alex_happy.png, alex_pleased.png, alex_sad.png, alex_smile.png, alex_worried.png
+Author:ObserverSeptember, LurkD
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Foundation Wiki
+Additional Notes: Text-bubble-less derivative of the Alexandra faces from ALERT! LOCKDOWN INITIATED!
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Item #: SCP-6129
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Object Class: Explained, soon to be Declassified (This classification is currently under review. In compliance with the cautionary principle, this anomaly should not be treated as explained, nor should it be declassified, until the review process is complete.)
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a) The public is to be informed about the condition, under the name of “Bullford syndrome”. This is to be done in compliance with the agreement between the Foundation and Dr William H. Bullford, currently assistant psychiatry professor at the University of California. In exchange for the Foundation enhancing his professional prominence and recognition, as well as providing additional funding for his research, Dr Bullford has agreed to write and attempt to publish several papers disguising Foundation research and findings as his own.
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b) The search for effective treatment is then to be secretly encouraged and supported by the Foundation, in a financial as well as political and scientific sense. Given the risk the condition poses when affecting Foundation personnel, potentially causing containment breaches and other undesirable incidents, the eradication of the condition is to be prioritized.
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c) In the meantime, personnel handling sensitive information or directly involved in containment procedures are to be screened for symptoms of Bullford syndrome on a regular basis to be determined based on their clearance level and the object class of the anomalies they monitor.
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Note: in light of recent events, and the information obtained during Incident 6129-JAN222023, these procedures are currently under review, and their implementation is to be halted until the review process is completed.
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(Honorary Assistant Site Director Dr Thomas Hinken and Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad are shown in a small room, sitting at a desk across from each other. There is a laptop facing Dr Hinken. Dr Gerad is visibly distraught, looking at a corner with his arms folded.)
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Hinken: Dan, do you think we, we humans, are still a part of nature?
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(Dr Gerad directs his gaze at Dr Hinken and answers.)
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Gerad: Yes, we are animals, we eat and drink and piss and shit, I'd say we're pretty natural.
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Hinken: Well, I don't think we are.
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Gerad: Ok, I'll bite. How are we not a part of nature?
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(Dr Hinken looks around the room.)
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Hinken: Is this room secure?
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SCP-6129 designates a non-anomalous mild mental disorder commonly refered to by personnel as Hinken syndrome, or more recently Bullford syndrome, which caused an epidemic in the USA in 2022.
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Bullford syndrome was originally identified and described when Dr Thomas Hinken, upon being appointed as Director of Site-113 in [REDACTED], USA, on December 22, 2021, quickly became unsatisfied with the number of mistakes and oversights committed by the site personnel. Dr Hinken, known for his perfectionist tendencies, initiated an internal surveillance program that revealed the existence of SCP-6129.
+An interference has been identified and isolated. Do you wish to see the extraneous information?
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We were playing in the forest today, and we hung around a little longer, a little too long, and it was already dark. Mother says it's because a new year is beginning.
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This condition is characterized by a series of symptoms that cause the patient to experience, in most cases, minor distortions in their perception of reality. The most common symptom is a form of cognitive delusion that alters short term memory. In this delusion, the patient will either experience false memories of having performed an action or seen an object in a specific place, or alternatively will completely forget and deny having performed an action or seen an object in a specific place. The patient will insist on the veracity of their claim even when faced with evidence.
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These symptoms are often relatively harmless, except in specially unfortunate circumstances. The main impact in the patient's life is commonly centered around losing or misplacing small, important objects like keys, phones or jewelry. For the first 6 months of the epidemic, serious injuries and deaths were rare, often caused by exposure when individuals living alone in remote areas were unable to enter their own dwelling after simultaneously losing their keys and their phone.
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However, it is estimated that around ██████ children and other individuals in need of continuous supervision died or disappeared during the first year of the epidemic, either by being disoriented (since Bullford syndrome can cause someone to forget or falsely remember following a certain path or having a certain spatial reference) or by Bullford-induced negligence on the part of their custodians.
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As of January, 2023, an estimated total of ███████ people have died in Bullford-related industrial and medical accidents, plane crashes and other similar human-error-caused catastrophes. The most severe incident so far was the [REDACTED] at the [REDACTED] nuclear power plant. As a result of several unintentional data leaks, approximately 94 billion dollars in economic damages have occurred and 36 public officials have resigned following the release of sensitive information about their personal lives. Cases of Bullford syndrome have been reported, starting this month, in 14 other countries.
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A much less frequent set of symptoms appears in around 1% of the affected population. In these cases, the condition seems to affect long term memory as well, with the patient remembering having been older, having had a friend or relative of whom there is no record, having lived through historical events that never took place, or having had their relatives replaced by identical impostors, in a manner similar to Capgras syndrome. Alternatively, the patient may lose the ability to recall certain long lapses of their own life, sometimes spanning years.
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An even less frequent, and to this day statistically non-significant symptom, consists of visual and auditory hallucinations, with the patient insistently misreading text or reporting having heard laughs, screams or knocking, often while a Bullford-related incident was taking place. In the 21 most recently reported cases, the illusion included full words, although incomprehensible ones.
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Studies are being conducted to determine Bullford syndrome's degree of co-morbidity with other mental conditions like major depressive disorder or some forms of trauma.
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Note: after Incident 6129-JAN222023, this description is now known to be inaccurate. An updated description is in the works. In the meantime, refer to the rest of the article for reliable information on this topic.
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On January 22, 2023, while performing a routine inventory of digital files in the Site-113 database, Junior Researcher and then Assistant Site IT Director Dr Daniel Gerad found multiple files that had somehow been overlooked in previous inventories. These files were marked as tertiary backups and were either severely corrupted or partially overwritten. The originals, primary and secondary backups couldn't be found. Upon inspection, multiple attempts at complete deletion were deemed evident by the files' state.
+An interference has been identified and isolated. Do you wish to see the extraneous information?
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You become a different person all the time, and your old self dies. You are your future self's old self, so you will die soon. Usually you don't realize, because it's so gradual. But think, when you go to sleep, you die. In the morning, a different person with your memories wakes up, believing it's you, but it's not. You died. Good night.
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It's cold at night now, and there is ice on the rocks.
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While the intention to completely purge the files from the system was obvious, upon consultation with RAISA, Site Director Hinken and Site IT Director Weinbaum, Dr Gerad obtained authorization to review whichever files could be recovered to the point of being readable, in order to determine whether they contained useful information. Three files fulfilled the readability criteria.
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Given the risk of cognitohazard, Dr Gerad requested and obtained permission to have a D-class read the files first, and then be amnesticized in case they obtained sensitive information this way. Despite being visibly appalled by the content of the files, D-9342 suffered no anomalous effects between his viewing of the files and being amnesticized 24 hours later.
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The files revealed several relevant facts, mainly three:
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1- That SCP-6129, the so-called Bullford syndrome, is profoundly different in nature from what was believed until now.
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2- That an instance of Procedure CYA-009 was conducted in recent times.
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3- That SCP-6129 will eventually escalate into either an AK, EK, GH, IK, MK or SK-Class scenario, or any combination, and therefore further, more extreme measures are required to contain it.
a) Organizational Protocol Hinken-421, detailed in the Hinken Manual (Hinken, 2022) is to be followed at all times. Unjustified failure to do so will result in disciplinary measures from verbal amonestation to job termination and forced amnesticization.
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b) When following the full protocol is not possible or practical, the following basic principles will still need to be implemented: all important objects, specially those most vulnerable to SCP-6129, are to be kept in plain view of authorized personnel, on a contrasting background, well lit, clearly separated from other similar objects and continuously and redundantly watched. No staff individual is ever to be left alone; there must always be at least another individual with them. Whenever a key or keycard disappears, whether there is reason or not to believe it has been affected by SCP-6129, the appropiate door is to be re-keyed as soon as possible. Whenever a device containing information disappears, whether there is reason or not to believe it has been affected by SCP-6129, it is to be remotely wiped. The hand-gesture-based protection must be performed whenever practical.
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c) When sensible, digital keys and keycards are to be replaced with either iron-based traditional keys or fingerprint/biometric based door-opening systems.
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d) Critical objects and personnel are to be kept in special modules protected by guards with specific training, recently re-keyed doors, Scranton Reality Anchors, continuous Hume monitoring and redundant layers of iron. These modules are to be designated IRONSHROUD-XXX.
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e) All visual or auditory messages suspected to be related to SCP-6129, or without an identifiable source, are to be recorded for strategic purposes, but their content must be dismissed on a personal level.
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f) All surviving personnel affected by SCP-6129 directly or indirectly are to undergo psychological and emotional counselling as necessary.
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e) Organizational protocol Hinken-421 is to be gradually introduced and enforced in all human society through political and media manipulation, in order to protect humanity from SCP-6129. The true nature of SCP-6129 and its variant is to be hidden from the public until further notice.
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Description:
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SCP-6129 designates a phenomenon in which an object becomes unable to be found, either by disappearing completely or by being replaced by a similar object or a slightly altered version of itself. This may be permanent or temporary.
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The phenomenon is largely indistinguishable from having misplaced the object or committed some other minor mistake.
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Instances are speculated to be more likely to occur if the object is located on a non-contrasting background, surrounded by similar objects and/or not being directly watched. Affected objects are usually small items that are commonly considered valuable or useful, most notably keys or keycards, phones and jewelry. In less frequent cases larger objects, like vehicles, people and animals might be affected. Instances involving buildings, geographical or astronomical features and abstract entities (like time or certain feelings) are suspected but not confirmed.
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Instances are sometimes accompanied by visual or auditory illusions, which consisted mainly of perceived screams, laughter, knocking or incomprehensible words until March, 2022, when SCP-6129-B started (see below).
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Interference detected
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Think of all the people that wander this world, wondering whether they'll be remembered as important. But only so many people can be remembered at a time, so most of them won't. Say, what are the odds you're one of them?
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The ice on the rocks is melting now. The flowers are so pretty. Can you smell the flowers?
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End of interference
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SCP-6129 was originally identified and described when Dr Thomas Hinken, upon being appointed as Director of Site-113 in [REDACTED], USA, on December 22, 2021, quickly became unsatisfied with the number of mistakes and oversights commited by the site personnel. Dr Hinken, known for his perfectionist tendencies, initiated an internal surveillance program that revealed the existence of SCP-6129.
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Beginning in March, 2022, as the anomaly was being researched, SCP-6129 was replaced by SCP-6129-B, a more aggressive manifestation of the phenomenon characterized by a tendency to escalation and longer, comprehensible visual and auditory illusions, sometimes containing full messages.
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A series of incident reports detailing some SCP-6129-B instances has been selected to show the progression of the phenomenon from March to July, 2022.
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Incident 6129-MAR222022
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Upon arriving at his office's door, Site-113 IT Director Dr John Weinbaum realized he did not have his keycard with him, despite distinctly remembering putting it in his right pocket along with his phone and wallet. He was able to find both his phone and wallet in said pocket, but the card seemed to have, in his words, “vanished”. Seconds after this realization, Dr Weinbaum reportedly heard the following message, in an inconsistent, whispering tone:
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You've done it a million times
+But you failed today
+Isn't it funny
+Isn't it funny how that works
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After several minutes of walking up and down the hallway looking for his card, Dr Weinbaum heard a second message:
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What even is that
+What is that, ha?
+The beeping thing
+What now, nerd?
+I've got your beeping thing
+You gonna cry?
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Dr Weinbaum reported his emotional state regarding the incident as “mildly annoyed” and, after 3 days of administrative procedures, received a new keycard.
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Incident 6129-MAR282022
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Senior Researcher Dr Charles J. Garrish noticed his engagement ring was missing while working at his computer station. When he lifted his eyes back to the screen, the text he was working on had been replaced by:
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So small
+Could have gone anywhere
+Maybe it went down the drain
+Maybe you should go down the drain
+Maybe it went out in the trash
+Maybe you're trash
+Janine will kill you for this
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Dr Garrish, who was at the time aware of SCP-6129, wrote down the message in paper. He attempted to do this without taking his eyes off the screen, but ultimately failed. When he lifted his eyes again, the text had changed:
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So how does it work
+You can't love her anymore?
+Or do you not have to be loyal?
+Or does she not have to be loyal?
+Is she no longer your…what was it…property?
+Are you no longer hers?
+Oh, takers
+Oh, takers
+You're so ridiculous
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When Dr Garrish returned home, he found his engagement ring on his nightstand, apparently never having put it on that day. He reportedly heard a young child's laughter while this happened.
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Incident 6129-APR072022
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Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler lost his car keys, despite being completely sure of having left them in the second drawer of his desk. In the form of replaced text in one of the printed documents he found in said drawer while looking for the keys, there was the following message:
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It was right here
+We were right here
+You made it wrong here
+We were so right
+You made us so wrong
+You made it so wrong here
+It is wrong here
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Dr Spangler reportedly kept looking after reading this, eventually (after approximately 90 minutes) finding the keys in the back left corner of the drawer. Aware of SCP-6129's usual behavior, he then looked at the printed document again, finding this other message:
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You should be grateful
+We forgave you this time
+Are you relieved
+Are you delighted
+See how we can make you miserable
+See how we can make you happy
+We were merciful
+We heard you beg
+We might not be merciful anymore
+This might be the last time
+Watch it better
+Keep it better
+Now give our world back
+No more exile
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Dr Spangler reportedly keeps his car keys on his person at all times ever since the incident.
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Incident 6129-APR102022
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Assistant Researcher Vicki Rooney experienced an SCP-6129-B instance while at her apartment in [REDACTED]. She agreed to be interviewed by Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler the following morning.
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Incident 6129-APR102022 Interview
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(Assistant Researcher Rooney and Junior Researcher Spangler are sitting at a table, across from each other. Assistant Researcher Rooney is wearing a party dress. She is pale and exhibits periorbital puffiness.)
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Spangler: What were you doing last night when the instance happened?
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Rooney: I was applying makeup, getting ready for a social event.
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Spangler: How did the anomalous phenomenon initially manifest itself?
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Rooney: While applying mascara, I accidentally got some in my left eye, which became irritated. In intense pain, I then proceded to wash my eyes and…read…the label.
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Spangler: What was wrong with the label?
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Rooney: What was wrong? (she clenches her mandible and looks away for a moment) It said “what is this abomination?”
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Spangler: Please remain calm. You're helping us all right now. What happened then?
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(Silence.)
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Rooney: I looked in the mirror and it…wasn't…me. It was like I had growths and lacerations all over my face, and my eyes…my eyes weren't there, Bruce.
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Spangler: Could you be still suffering eye irritation and blurred vision as a result of your accident?
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Rooney: I tried to convince myself it was that, but then I heard it, a whisper right in my ear, almost like someone breathing on the back of my neck.
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Spangler: What did it say?
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(Silence.)
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Spangler: Vicki, what did it say?
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Rooney: “So what is it?”
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Spangler: I understand. How did the instance end?
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Rooney: I washed my face again and everything was normal, my face, the label, everything. I did not perceive anything unusual while touching my face in the process of washing it.
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Spangler: How did you act then?
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Rooney: I sat down on the bathroom floor and began crying. This…situation continued for several hours (she wipes her left eye with her hand), until roughly 20 minutes ago.
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Spangler: As I understand it, the instance was already over. Why were you crying?
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Rooney: Why do you fucking think I was crying, Bruce? I was crying because it happened at my own house and out of nowhere. I was crying because it can happen again anytime. This is our life now, Bruce, get it?
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This was the first SCP-6129 incident reported to take place outside Foundation grounds. Assistant Researcher Rooney is currently undergoing psychological counselling.
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Incident 6129-APR132022
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Immediately after arriving at his house in [REDACTED] following a long afternoon walk, Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad noticed he was lacking his keys, phone and wallet. Despite living alone, he attempted knocking. Dr Gerad reportedly heard a voice singing in the distance, just loud enough to be understood, to a lullaby-like tune. Dr Gerad had his notepad with him and was able to record the following:
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If the keys you have lost
+Were seeds in the sand
+Wouldn't there be a forest of key trees
+Wouldn't they bear key fruits
+Do you ever dream of it
+Of coming back where you think you lost it
+And finding it this time
+You looked before
+Wasn't there
+How can it be there now
+What if you found a tree instead
+A key tree
+A wallet tree
+A phone tree
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Dr Gerad tried to enter through a window, but found himself physically unable to do so. He then sat down at his porch to think through his situation, while getting increasingly frustrated. He heard intermittent laughter for approximately 5 minutes, and then the following:
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The door
+Look at the door
+It looks like nothing when you have your key
+No problem
+Not important
+It is huge when you're locked out
+How big is it
+How thick is it
+It may be six feet thick
+Might as well
+You can't get through it
+It looks so important now
+If there were somebody inside
+If you weren’t alone
+They could help you
+They could let you in
+If you weren't alone
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Laughter continued for approximately 15 minutes before the next message:
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You made a mistake
+A stupid mistake
+It slipped out
+You should have zipped it
+You were running
+Was it that time
+When you were leaning
+Is it in the toilet
+It went out in the trash
+That must be it
+You should be there instead
+You're the trash
+You're so stupid
+You keep doing this
+You're so stupid
+…
+…
+…
+You will not win
+If you're this stupid
+You're misplaced
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There was only silence for the next 10 minutes, before being interrupted by a loud YOU'RE THE ONES THAT ARE LOST “right in my ear”, as reported by Dr Gerad. Laughter then resumed for a few seconds before another message, this time not sung, but in the form of several screams by a cracked, uneven voice:
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YOU'RE MISPLACED
+You are where we should be
+Takers
+Thieves
+Thieves
+Thieves
+Screw you
+Thieves
+We can never take from you that much
+As much as you took from us
+Now we're the takers
+We take away
+We give back
+If we wish
+Our wishes matter now
+You're so weak locked out
+You're so weak if you can't talk
+You're so weak if you're alone
+We shouldn't have been afraid
+You're so weak when you're lost
+We are not afraid
+We've got the keys to your house
+We drain your wealth
+We leave you out
+We leave you alone
+Your iron can't hurt us now
+It's not only the dark now
+It's not only the dark now
+It's not only the dark now
+It will drain your will
+It will make you hate
+It will make you beg
+Don't you have a mother
+Didn't she teach you
+You're so stupid
+We take back now
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By this time, night was falling, the weather was getting colder, with occasional gusts of wind, and it had begun raining. During the following hour, which Dr Gerad spent sheltered at the porch, shorter messages were heard, separated by long stretches of silence. The ones Dr Gerad could record were:
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Wouldn't need that key if you hadn't put a door.
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Cold? Don't you have beasts to flay, trees to burn? Where did those go?
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Finally, after almost two hours, Dr Gerad decided to walk in the rain to his closest neighbour's house, roughly 5 miles away, and ask for help. He did not perceive anything anomalous during the walk or after it.
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After this series of incidents, Site Director Hinken took a special interest in the anomaly, and decided to create a small secret research task force to investigate it and reveal as much as could be deduced from the messages about the phenomenon's nature. The composition of this task force was kept secret except for its leader, Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, and its second-in-command, Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler. The task force produced its first report almost immediately after being created.
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SCP-6129 Research Task Force First Report
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April 22, 2021
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After reviewing the evidence collected so far and examining the messages that could be recorded, we are in a position to make the following supported claims regarding the entity that causes SCP-6129:
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a) It is sentient and sapient, or at least semi-sapient.
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b) It is of an extradimensional nature, although earthly origins have been mentioned several times. They have only referred to their current dimension as "exile".
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c) It shows matter manipulation and limited reality-bending capabilities.
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d) It has some degree of connection with nature and the natural world in a broad sense, and has existed for a long time in connection with said elements.
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e) It seems unable or unwilling to express itself in any other way than its bizarre, pseudo-poetic usual banter, and through hysterical laughter.
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f) It is not composed of one being, but of many.
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e) It harbors an intense animosity towards humanity, technology and social insitutions.
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Given these conclusions, we speculate that SCP-6129 is actually an ancient trickster god or forest deity of some kind, or rather a collective of such beings, and usual protocols regarding this kind of entity should be adapted and implemented. We are currently investigating several folklore databases in order to determine whether these specific entities have already been discovered in the past and which additional measures their containment might require.
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-Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, leader of the SCP-6129 Research Task Force
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While this task force continued its work, several other instances took place.
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Incident 6129-APR272022
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Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin had been working for several hours on a document concerning SCP-6129 when he accidentally turned the computer off. He initially believed this not to be a problem, distinctly remembering having saved the work mere minutes before.
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However, the document couldn't be found, even by Site-113's IT staff. Dr Randall reportedly heard a whisper during the incident, containing the following message:
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Oops.
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Dr Carlin then rewrote the document in its entirety, saving every few seconds and occasionally requesting other staff to watch him save the work.
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Incident 6129- MAY052022
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Assistant Researcher James Mitchum, who had only recently began working for the Foundation, failed to present his credentials at Site-113's door. Security staff, who were unfamiliar with Mitchum, did not recognize him and repeatedly told him to leave the area. However, he kept insisting he was indeed James Mitchum and that he worked there. He claimed that his supervisor was supposed to wait for him at the door, but he had arrived late because, in his words, he “couldn't find the building, they all look the same”. Security staff present at the area grew alarmed and drew their weapons. When Mitchum started frantically searching his backpack, Security Officer Robert Westinghouse, believing an impostor was about to produce a weapon, shot him 3 times through the chest. A medical team rushed to the scene but were unable to save his life.
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Mitchum's credentials were later found in his back pocket, causing this incident to be classified as probably related to SCP-6129. His supervisor, Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad, identified him and confirmed some of his claims. Given the nature of the incident, no message could be recorded.
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Security Officer Westinghouse is currently undergoing psychological counselling. Disciplinary action is being considered for not resorting to a non-lethal incapacitation option first.
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Incidents 6129-MAY112022 and 6129-MAY132022
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A secret Operational Planning meeting was held on May 11, 2022 to prepare Operation [REDACTED]. However, Intelligence Officer Jennifer Slade failed to attend. She reported having apparently forgotten to set her alarm clock, and then trying to compensate for it driving at high speed, eventually becoming involved in a minor car crash. She admitted that this was a consistent pattern in her personal life in the last few months, having either entirely missed or arrived significantly late at several dates, appointments and social events, including weddings and funerals. A second similar meeting was held on May 13. Intelligence Officer Slade once again was not present, having apparently “forgotten about it until the last minute”.
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Operation [REDACTED] was a catastrophic failure that resulted in the deaths of 14 Foundation personnel and permanent incapacitation of [REDACTED], as well as SCP-[REDACTED] breaching containment, largely as a result of MTF [REDACTED] losing track of their own position in the rainforest. The degree to which Intelligence Officer's Slade failure to assist as one of the five members of the planning team contributed to the disaster is currently being evaluated.
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Shortly after Operation [REDACTED], Intelligence Officer Slade reportedly heard the following message while in a state of hypnagogia on her bed:
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You did it again
+You said you would be careful
+You said you had learnt
+You said you would be disciplined
+You promised it to them and you failed
+You promised it to yourself and failed
+You always do this
+You always do this
+You always do this
+You'll always do this
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The message came accompanied by a vision of a very close view of a distorted human face, which disappeared when she opened her eyes.
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Intelligence Officer Slade is currently undergoing insomnia treatment and has been suspended while her case is reviewed.
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Incident 6129-MAY212022
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Assistant Researcher Sandra Colum reportedly met a waiter called “Jim” while dining at the [REDACTED] Restaurant. Colum found him physically attractive and engaged in conversation with him during several minutes, over the course of which they discovered they shared several cultural interests. Upon departing the restaurant, Colum expressed a desire to see him again, to which he reciprocated. However, neither part asked for the other’s contact details. When Colum went back to the restaurant the following day, she was unable to find him, and the rest of the staff seemed confused as to who she was referring to, which they attributed to the business' notorious turnover.
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While walking home, Assistant Researcher Colum heard the message, which only consisted of laughter.
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Incident 6129-MAY272022
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The following chat screenshot, involving Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler and his then fiancee Catherine Nately, was sent to several Site-113 personnel from a source masquerading as Dr Spangler's own email account. Dr Spangler immediately identified SCP-6129-B as responsible.
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Kate
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I can't believe it
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I said I'm sorry ok
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I was stupid I'm sorry
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You were not supposed to see it
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What? I know the message wasn't for me
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It was for that hack you're always with so you can laugh at me together
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I'm not mad because you can't use a phone, I'm mad because of what you were trying to do
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C'mon baby, it was just a way to say how amazing you're to me
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Of course you'd describe telling Dan how good I am at giving head that way
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You're quite the poet
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Did you show him my nudes too?
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Don't be unfair baby
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It's just something guys do
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It's something vermin does
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So you don't do it with your friends?
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Is this how you fix things
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I'm just being an idiot again
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I'm not feeling well
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I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
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Please reply
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Don't do this to me baby
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I love you
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Listen, I need time ok
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You're blocked for now
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Kate?
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Dr Spangler subsequently requested a two-week leave, which was denied. Dr Spangler is currently single.
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No messages were recorded.
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Incident 6129-JUN062022
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Site-113 IT Director Dr John Weinbaum's elderly father, Gerald Weinbaum, passed away after mistakingly taking Verapamil, which was incompatible with his kidney medication.
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The following message, in a slow-paced child voice, was played through the funeral home's VA system during the wake. No attendants acknowledged it except Dr Weinbaum.
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Didn't she give you enough
+The trees and the flowers and the fruits
+The cures for all diseases
+Why do you have to live forever
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This message was followed by another, pronounced much faster:
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That one is decently read and the other recently dead!
+Wait I fucked up the joke again didn't I
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It was around this time that the SCP-6129 Research Task Force finished its second report.
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SCP-6129 Research Task Force Second Report
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June 12, 2022
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After extensive research, we have found similarities between SCP-6129 and the following mythological entities:
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a) The Hindu yakshas, nature-spirits with can alternatively be beneficial or evil.
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b) The Irish aes shide, fairies expelled from they home to another world by mortals, and with a defensive attitude towards nature.
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c) The Spanish duende, a kind of house fairy known for their distasteful pranks.
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d) The Mexican chaneques, elemental spirits which psychologically torture transgressors against nature.
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e) The Mayan alux, which would help humans exploit nature for a limited time before turning against them.
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f) The Brazilian curupira, known to disorient and isolate individuals that disrespect animals or forests.
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g) The Iroquois jogah, trickster spirits.
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h) WW2's gremlins, which would sabotage airplanes and machines in general, and were used as an excuse for human error.
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i) The minor demon Tytyvillus, who was known to alter text and to cause small mistakes and who, once again, was used as an excuse for human error.a
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All these creatures can reasonably be included under the umbrella term “fairies”.
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Based on this information, we later researched and tested several methods that, according to traditional beliefs, can be used to ward off fairies. The tests were conducted by leaving a series of preferred objects intentionally vulnerable to SCP-6129 except for the protection being tested. The objects were mainly composed of keys to various facilities. While this poses a significant risk, the benefit of finding effective protection would most likely outweigh such risk.
Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by 6%.
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Test 6129-002
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Countermeasure: a circle of salt (NaCl).
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Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by 6%.
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Test 6129-003
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Countermeasure: bell sounds (several types of bell rung at different intervals were tried).
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Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by approximately 7% in all cases.
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Test 6129-004
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Countermeasure: iron covering.
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Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by nearly 100% originally, then effect exponentially decreased with time. Every instance seemed to enhance the probability of further instances. Moving the object to a protected (well lit, watched) area and then back to the test area seemed to reset the protection.
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Test 6129-005
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Countermeasure: closed and locked door.
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Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by nearly 100% and remained stable, until the key to the door was lost to an instance, which invariably happened within 7 days. After the key disappeared, the countermeasure had no significant effect.
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Test 6129-006
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Countermeasure: using SCP-1162-ARC to recover lost objects in exchange for another object.
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Result: SCP-1162-ARC stopped returning objects. Dr Carlin received the following message, in what he described as “desperate screams”, directly in his earpiece:
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Don't touch the hole
+After what you did to us
+After what you took
+After all you burned
+And now you poke our new home
+Our pitiful sanctuary
+It's all we have
+It's not good
+It's bad
+But we're safe
+It's special
+It's ours
+We know that word now
+You taught us remember
+It's not for you
+Don't touch it
+We didn't say you could
+We don't like it
+Don't invade us
+We know we took
+We only took back
+Don't invade us
+Not again
+Not again
+Not again
+Don't poke
+After what you did
+How dare you
+We won't let you
+Not you
+Leave us alone
+No No No
+Stop Stop Stop
+I said no
+I told you to stop
+Why do you do this
+You don't care do you
+You just want what you want
+You're takers
+Don't you have manners
+Didn't a mother raise you
+How can you insult animals
+When you're like this
+Vermin
+You're vermin
+You don't have respect for anything
+Do you
+You'll feel our hate
+You deserve this
+I said no
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Test 6129-007
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Countermeasure: leaving an offering in the form of a basket of fruit and milk in order to appease the fairies.
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Result: all test objects disappeared during an illumination failure. SPC-6129 instances increased by 600% in the surrounding area for the following week. Dr Carlin reported hearing the following message, repeated several times:
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Is this how you fix things
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Test 6129-008
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Countermeasure: raising the middle finger.
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Result: no instances occurred while all middle fingers of all individuals present in the area were up.
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In light of these results, we recommend iron-based protection, frequently re-keying doors and regularly raising the middle fingers as preliminary safety measures while further tests are conducted.
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-Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, Leader of the SCP-6129 Research Task Force
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Hostile activity continued while the recommendations were in the process of being implemented.
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Incident 6129-JUN202022
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Assistant Researcher Sandra Colum had a severe allergic reaction while having lunch at Site-113's cafeteria. She tried to use her epinephrine auto-injector, but the mechanism failed. Luckily, she was quickly attended by the site's medical personnel and recovered completely. She reported having heard a multitude of children's voices chanting:
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You seem to have a little trouble breathing there, maybe you shouldn't have put iron everywhere.
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No iron-based countermeasures were implemented in the cafeteria at the time, therefore it can only be assumed that the fairies were referring to human civilization as a whole.
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Small amounts of shellfish were found in Assistant Researcher Colum's food. Colum has a severe allergy to shellfish and cafeteria personnel have had explicit orders not to put it in her rations ever since she started working at Site-113.
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Following this incident, Maintenance Officers Richard Leighton and Wendy Sidley were sent as a two-people construction crew to harden the cafeteria against further instances according to the task force's second report. One of Director Hinken's hidden internal surveillance cameras recorded them discussing various other instances while performing the works.
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Hidden Internal Surveillance Camera 6007 06/20/2022 19:05
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(Maintenance Officers Leighton and Sidley are shown working on the cafeteria walls.)
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Sidley: Iron in the walls? Have they finally gone insane?
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Leighton: If it works it works I guess.
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Sidley: Remind me why Keenan and Jagger aren't with us for this one.
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Leighton: You haven't seen Keenan? With the bandaged hand?
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Sidley: Oh, yeah I remember now. I couldn't ask him. What happened?
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Leighton: Got distracted, left the kid, his new kid, the young one, in the car. The keys were inside. In June. Broke the glass in the nick of time.
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Sidley: Fuck me.
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Leighton: I'm married and you're not into guys. Anyway, Jagger's worse. Baby, bathtub, you know how it goes. He didn't make it in time. He'll be on leave for a while.
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(Maintenance Officer Sidley stops working and takes several deep breaths.)
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Leighton: Yeah, I know. My kid lost the damn cat the other day. I know it's not the same, but you know kids, he was fond of the fucking thing. He was insufferable. And to top it all yesterday I couldn't find my car at the mall's parking lot and had to wait until everyone else left. The critter came back this morning, but now I'm hearing things like those nutjobs at Research.
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Sidley: Yeah, sometimes they come back. Hearing things?
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Leighton: Laughs, slam poetry, bullshit like that.
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Sidley: Are you okay?
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Leighton: I will be if we finish this fucking thing before morning.
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Interference detected
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Your effort to make your future self happy is wasted. Your future self will be too occupied making their future self happy to appreciate it. At some point in this chain of pointless slavery, you will die.
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We were telling stories by the moonlight today, we got a little carried away and the sun was already up. Mother says it's the middle of the year.
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End of interference
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Incident 6129-JUN262022
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Rita Renshaw was transferred from police custody to Foundation custody after she reported “hearing voices” around the time her 7-year-old son, Lester Renshaw, went missing. She was then interviewed by Intelligence Officers Richard Harper and Sally Lawson disguised as police.
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Incident 6129-JUN262022 Interview
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(Mrs Renshaw and Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson are sitting at a table. Mrs Renshaw is disheveled and red-eyed.)
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Lawson: We know this is difficult, Mrs Renshaw, but we need you to start at the beginning once more.
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Renshaw: I…I just let go of his hand for one second…I…I got distracted…there was a noise…I…
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(Mrs Renshaw starts crying.)
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Harper: Take as long as you need, Mrs Renshaw.
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(The interview continues after several minutes.)
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Renshaw: When I turned, he just…wasn't there. I ran and looked up and down the street, but…nothing. And then…
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Harper: Go ahead, Mrs Renshaw. It's okay.
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Renshaw: Then I heard them. They said they had him, but they would return him to me if I did as they wanted.
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Lawson: What did they want?
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Renshaw: They didn't say. They just (Mrs Renshaw wipes a tear with her hand) said get it?…get it?…get it? (Mrs Renshaw winces but manages to contain her crying) and a Bernard and Ernest Gardeners van went by, so I did. I got on my knees in the middle of the street and begged and cried and pleaded and bargained and prayed…
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Lawson: What was the response?
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Renshaw: They…they laughed at me (Mrs Renshaw begins crying again)…they laughed at me for wanting my son back.
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(Mrs Renshaw's crying becomes too intense to allow her to speak. Intelligence Officer Harper walks around the table to comfort her and hands her a tissue. The interview continues after several minutes.)
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Renshaw: I asked what they had done with Lester, and they said all kinds of horrible things. That they ate children, that they ground up children's bones. They laughed at each other's sick ideas, as if they were jokes. But they promised to give him back if I begged a little more. And…and I did.
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(Mrs Renshaw stops talking.)
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Lawson: Mrs Renshaw, please tell us what happened then. This could help many people including yourself.
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Renshaw: They…led me. They led me to this…pile of sand, of dust.
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Lawson: Which presumably was…
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(Mrs Renshaw becomes visibly enraged.)
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Renshaw: You know what it presumably was.
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Harper: Mrs Renshaw, I'm a father and I can't imagine what you're going through. But we need you to tell us the rest.
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Renshaw: I was crying, on my knees, in front of the pile, when I heard Lester calling from behind me. I thought it was them, mocking me. But when I turned, he was there. I took him by the hand and went home.
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Lawson: Wait, you did recover your son?
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Renshaw: That's not all…I…should have let him sleep in my bed that night.
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Harper: Mrs Renshaw…Mrs Renshaw, what happened that night?
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Renshaw: When I was falling sleep, I saw this horrible face, like a rabbit face, and I heard them laughing again. They mocked me for crying over a pile of sawdust. I woke up startled, and then…
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Harper: Mrs Renshaw, we need you to continue.
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Renshaw: I heard him screaming in his room. When I got there, he was gone. The window was open. I don't remember having left the window open.
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Lawson: What did you do then, Mrs Renshaw?
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Renshaw: I stood there…in shock, I guess. I wanted to go out and look for him, but I couldn't.
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Lawson: Mrs Renshaw, what was it?
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(Silence.)
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Lawson: Mrs Renshaw, what kept you from looking for your son?
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Renshaw: The window…the wind…there was dust in the wind.
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(Mrs Renshaw winces and starts crying again. Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson exit the room.)
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Hidden Internal Surveillance Camera 6902 06/28/2022 20:10
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(Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson are talking in a room adjacent to the one where the interview has just taken place, hidden behind a one-way mirror.)
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Lawson: So…did they actually kill the kid, or will he reappear again?
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Harper: Who knows. He might be at home when she gets there. He might never appear. They might bring him back and then take him away again to toy with her. They will keep her on her toes, maybe her whole life.
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Lawson: Jesus. What could possibly justify something like this? What did we do to them?
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(Intelligence Officer Harper leans against a table with his fists clenched.)
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Harper: Nothing. Nothing compared to what we'll do when we get our hands on them this time.
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Lawson: There's nothing to grasp at, Rick. Nothing to shoot at. Nothing to put in a cage.
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Harper: Like I give a flying shit. That could be me in there, Sally. You've got two kids. That could be you in there, for fuck's sake. There has to be a way.
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Lawson: I know it's nice to believe that, Rick, but…
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Harper: Fairy fucking dust, Sally! They were telling a joke! Sick fucking bastards! There has to be a way…there has to be a way.
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(The lights of the room flicker.)
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Harper: WHAT? WHAT NOW? WHAT NOW, MOTHERFUCKERS? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT NOW, HA? FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS! (aggressively raises both middle fingers)
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(Intelligence Officer Lawson walks towards Intelligence Officer Harper and puts her arm around his shoulder while he begins to cry.)
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This was the first SCP-6129-B incident to occur to someone unrelated to Site-113 or the Foundation as a whole. This was deemed a sign of escalation. Following this incident, interview rooms and their adjacent rooms were added to the list for anti-fairy hardening. As of July 22, 2022, Lester Renshaw is still missing.
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Incident 6129-JUL052022
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On July 5th, 2022 David Norman, Military Operations Director of Site-113 and former US Army Colonel, had just returned from a mission where he, and part of Site-113’s local armed detachment joined forces with MTF Nu-7 “Hammer Down” to recontain a small outcrop of SCP-610. The collaboration resulted from [REDACTED]'s call for qualified volunteers to join the mission. Site-113’s armed personnel volunteered en masse mainly due to their limited usefulness facing the current threat at the site and the general desire to get away from the events transpiring at 113, in addition to the usual desire to see Hammer Down in action. Nearly 50% of the site's armed personnel was cleared to participate in the mission, while the rest remained at 113 to perform the usual security tasks. Upon return, Col. Norman was interviewed by Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler about the mission's suboptimal result.
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Incident 6129-JUL052022 Interview
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(Col. Norman and Dr Spangler are sitting at a table, across from each other. Dr Spangler is pale and red-eyed. Col. Norman is looking down, at his own hands, before he rises his gaze to look at Dr Spangler.)
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Norman: Hey, aren't you the guy that…
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Spangler: Please stay on topic. How did it happen?
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Norman: Okay, creep. It was more or less routine for the people who actually see action. Firebombing mission to contain SCP-610. Then it all went to shit.
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Spangler: How did it, exactly, “go to shit”?
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Norman: There were teams on the ground, designating targets in real time. I confirmed the targets and authorized the strikes from an ISTAR plane. But then the radio…the coordinates…the coordinates were all messed up…they shouldn’t have been there…they…
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Spangler: Colonel Normal, tell me what did exactly happen.
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(Military Operations Director Norman's face becomes red.)
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Norman: I pushed the wrong button okay? That's what happened! I fucked it up! I knew it would be danger close but…fuck! I fucked it up and confirmed what I shouldn't have and now they're dead! Are you happy?
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Spangler: Colonel Normal, how many Nu-7 operators died in yesterday's friendly fire incident?
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(Military Operations Director Norman visibly clenches his mandible.)
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Norman: Three. And eight of my own. And they're still looking for Matheson. If there's anything to find.
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Spangler: Colonel Norman, you have lost operators during field operations on several occasions before. What is so impactful about this one?
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(Military Operations Director Norman becomes even more enraged, stands up and points his finger at Dr Spangler.)
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Norman: What is so impactful, you fucking creep? I killed them! They were my warriors, they were like my children, and I killed them!
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(While he's sitting down from his outburst, Military Operations Director Norman's chair slips from under him, and he falls to the floor, landing on his buttocks.)
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Spangler: (Freezes in his chair, solemnly raises both middle fingers) Colonel Norman, are you alright?
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(Military Operations Director Norman grabs the edge of the table and props himself up. He spends a few seconds composing himself.)
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Norman: They were laughing, you know. All over the radio, with Matheson's voice. They said it was like fireworks. They wished me happy Fourth of July.
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After this incident, interview rooms and rooms adjacent to them were moved higher in the list to be hardened against fairies, and vehicles were for the first time included in the list. As a result of this incident, Military Operations Director Norman’s position is currently being evaluated.
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Incident 6129-JUL082022
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Harold (11 years old), Jordie (8 years old), Stanley (3 years old) and Robert Parkette (41 years old) were admitted to the [REDACTED] Hospital with severe burns and symptoms of smoke inhalation. All of them were put into medically induced coma. Elizabeth Parkette (35 years old) had only suffered minor injuries and was put into police custody as part of the investigation. When she reported having heard voices the night before, she was transferred into Foundation custody. She was then interviewed by Intelligence Officers Richard Harper and Sally Lawson disguised as police.
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(Mrs Parkette and Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson are standing in a room. Mrs Parkette is staring towards the officers with no discernible expression and blinking sparsely.)
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Lawson: Mrs Parkette, could you recount for us the events of last night?
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(Mrs Parkette stares blankly.)
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Harper: Mrs Parkette, many lives, including your family's, might depend on this information. Could you recount for us the events of last night?
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(Mrs Parkette stares blankly.)
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Harper: Mrs Parkette, we understand your situation, but we need you to do this.
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(Mrs Parkette stares blankly.)
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Lawson: Do you remember closing the gas tap?
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(Mrs Parkette stares blankly.)
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Lawson: Mrs Parkette, do you remember closing the gas tap?
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(Mrs Parkette stares blankly.)
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Parkette: They're laughing. They're still laughing.
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Despite the best efforts of the medical team treating them, none of the comatose individuals have recovered.
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Incident 6129-JUL112022
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On July 11, 2022, a particularly numerous and well-armed Chaos Insurgency assault group stormed Site-[REDACTED]. The local armed personnel were quickly overwhelmed, and a company-sized element of MTF Nu-7 “Hammer Down” that was involved in training exercises nearby was quicky re-armed, re-purposed and diverted to the site to assist in its defense, but was not properly debriefed. Additionally, communications became unreliable shortly after their arrival.
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Site-[REDACTED] Special Response Team operator Z-4 body cam 7/11/2022 01:22
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(Three other operators are seen around Z-4. They’re walking in a dark hallway, tenuously illuminated by their whitelights.)
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Z-1: Anything on the radio?
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Z-2: Just noise.
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Z-3: Well I'll be fucked.
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(Gunshots from the other end of the hallway are heard.)
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Z-1: Go back! Take cover!
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(All four run back, three walking forward and Z-4 walking backwards to cover the rest. They arrive at a corner and take cover. Gunfire stops.)
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Z-2: I think…I'm hit.
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(Z-4 turns towards Z-2, and the camera shows him bleeding profusely from his neck.)
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Z-1: Fuck!, [REDACTED], deal with it, now! I'll keep them at their end of the hallway!
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(Z-3 bends over Z-2 and compresses the wound, while trying to retrieve medical material from his backpack. Z-4 takes the backpack from his hand and assists in retrieving the material. Z-1 cants his HK416 against the corner and fires several bursts into the hallway.)
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Z-3: Sorry boss, he's gone.
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Z-1: Fuck! Fuck this. Out into the hallway, wedge formation. It will make it seem like we're more. Don't bunch up, don't make it easy for them and keep shooting. Move! Move! Move!
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(The three remaining operators return to the hallway and advance, firing every few seconds. Z-4 raises his HK416 and fires several bursts towards the far, dark end of the hallway. Gunfire is returned from the other side.)
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Z-1: Respond! Respond! Forward! Suppress them! Keep them suppressed!
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(The team arrives at another corner. Gunfire has ceased. They reload their weapons, stack up at the corner and then maneuver around it.)
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Z-1: Contact, right side!
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(All three direct their fire towards a figure in the right side of the hallway. Then, they keep advancing, passing by a body.)
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Z-3: Looks like we got this one, boss.
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(Z-4 crouches over the body.)
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Z-4: This guy is from Nu-7, boss.
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Z-1: Or someone playing dress-up. They were shooting at us. They killed [REDACTED]. Engage any unidentified armed personnel.
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(Intense gunfire is heard in the adjacent hallway.)
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Z-1: Fuck! Run! Run! Through here!
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(The team runs following Z-1, who leads them to a small door. He opens the door and they step into an open area. It's raining heavily. Intense gunfire and a distant rumbling can be heard, and the camera captures a glimpse of what seems to be an IFV. As soon as they get out, an artillery shell strikes nearby, covering the area in mist.)
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Z-1: What the fuck is all this?
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(Z-1 moves his hand towards his face, signalling “gas”. While he does this, another shell strikes, throwing Z-4 backwards. The camera still functions. When Z-4 gets up, the camera shows Z-3 getting up and the dismembered body of Z-1. When the mist slightly clears up, Z-3 and Z-4 find a breast-high cinderblock wall and hide behind it.)
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Z-3: Fuck, boss.
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(Z-3 and Z-4 peek above the wall as several figures emerge from the mist.)
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Z-3: Hey, these are our guys. Hey! Hey! We're friendlies!
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(Z-3 stands up and attempts a hand gesture before Z-4 tackles him and pins him down.)
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Z-4: (whispering) What are you doing fucking idiot you will get us killed.
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(Z-4 rolls off Z-3 and he stands up.)
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Z-3: Sorry, I was only trying to…
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(Z-3 gets shot through the side. Z-4 grabs him by the vest as he grunts and moans, and drags him while walking backwards towards the door they came out of. While doing this, Z-4 pulls out his Glock 17 with the other hand and fires several rounds into the mist. A Nu-7 operator emerges from the mist a few meters away, and Z-4 immediately shoots him in the head as he continues dragging his wounded colleague. Then, a buzzing sound is heard overhead, a streak of tracer rounds crosses the image, and the camera stops recording.)
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Z-4, Security Officer [REDACTED] survived but lost his right arm as a result of a 20mm round grazing impact. He is currently undergoing pshycological treatment and has been unable to speak since the incident. The 6 friendly fire casualties during Incident 6129-JUL112022 are attributed to a communications failure and subsequent lack of coordination. The noise heard on the radio was later identified as laughter and the words "warriors are dumb" in a distorted voice. It must be noted that the Chaos Insurgency assault group ultimately succeeded in causing a triple containment breach, involving SCP-[REDACTED], SCP-[REDACTED] and SCP-[REDACTED], which resulted in a total 271 personnel casualties before re-containment. It is believed however that all Chaos Insurgency intruders died also as a result of the containment breach. This was the first major SCP-6129-B incident involving a Foundation site that was not Site-113.
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Incident 6129-JUL142022
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12-year-old Edward Rogan was taken to Site-113 for Operation [REDACTED]. While there, he experienced a minor SCP-6129-B instance involving his phone. After the instance, he claimed to have seen the creature performing the alteration, although only for a brief glimpse. He was unable to provide a clear description, with his best attempt being “a weird person”. He also heard a message, but was only able to recall a fraction of it:
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You caught us didn't you
+You saw us didn't you
+It's alright
+You can rest now
+You can blame us now
+You didn't misplace anything
+You're misplaced
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This was considered relevant because, in conjunction with previous evidence, it seems to suggest that children are able to perceive glimpses of the fairies. This effect seems to be more intense the younger the child. Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin has long supported the idea that the fairies' invisibility relies on defying a series of perception-simplifying internal rules that are developed with age in the human brain. This would imply that babies without object permanence might be able to see the fairies without limitations. However, the Ethics Committee has repeatedly rejected requests for testing this hypothesis. Instead, testing is being conducted with adults under the effects of various “mind-opening” drugs in conjunction with more conventional measures like Hume readings and Scranton Reality Anchors.
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Incident 6129-JUL152022
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NASA employee [REDACTED] reported having discovered a new asteroid and named it [REDACTED]. Later, she retracted the claim, admitting that she had apparently mistaken an “image artifact or smudge in the lens” for an asteroid. When in private conversation with her colleague [REDACTED], who is actually a Foundation plant in NASA, she confessed having heard voices and read incoherent texts during the event, which caused this to be considered related to SCP-6129.
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It is currently being investigated whether this means fairies have the power to alter astronomical features or just that they can tamper with telescopes.
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Incident 6129-JUL162022
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Junior Researcher Bruce Spangler reported having lost “his will to live”.
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It is currently being evaluated whether this is related to SCP-6129.
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Incident 6129-JUL172022
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While working at his computer, Site Director Thomas Hinken rubbed his eyes, and immediately after saw this message on his screen:
You took so much and we endured
+The trees, the forests, the rivers
+We take so little and you despair
+Only we can give back
+Only we can give relief
+Where's your power now taker
+Where's your pride now taker
+You're so weak and stupid taker
+You can't blame that on us
+We have what we need now
+We're coming already
+It's happening already
+You can admit it now
+You've got to admit it now
+Admit it
+Admit it
+Admit it
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You've lost- You're lost
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Site Director Hinken was unable to confirm whether the last line was “you're lost” or “you've lost” before the message disappeared, since he was already engaging in defensive measures, which made the act of writing challenging. In any case, he interpreted this message as a declaration of war.
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In an extremely unusual variation of SCP-6129-B behavior, no objects disappeared during this instance. Director Hinken attributes this to his immediate use of middle finger countermeasures.
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On July 19, 2022, Site Director Dr Thomas Hinken held an emergency meeting at IRONSHROUD-001 to discuss the situation. SCP-6129 Research Task Force leader Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, Site Military Operations Director Colonel David Norman, Site IT Director Dr John Weinbaum and Site Intelligence Director Dr Seline Hemner were also in attendance.
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07/19/2022 emergency meeting transcript
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Hinken: This place is the best we have against fairies. Constantly watched by guards with their fingers out, redundant doors freshly re-keyed, Hume monitoring and SRAs…truly a wonder. A dozen workers have given their lives building it, in unfortunate accidents, as you might imagine.
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Norman: Iron?
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Hinken: Iron wool, in the walls. Lighter, less likely that they'll somehow collapse the whole thing with us inside. Flammable, unfortunately. We mix it with fireproof material. Lost two Maintenance Officers before we figured that one out.
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Norman: So that's it? We're safe?
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Hinken: No one will ever be safe again, David. We're not safe. This only gives us time to think our next move. Now, I do have an idea. But I want to hear yours first.
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(Silence.)
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Weinbaum: Well, if no one else is going to say it, I will. We could yield.
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Hinken: Yield, John? And what? Go live in caves? Huts? We're not yielding. Appeasement is not containment. The Council will laugh at us if we as much as suggest that. Anything else?
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Carlin: Well, we've been getting promising results. Maybe combining bells and salt…
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Hinken: I've seen your results. They're not promising, they're marginal, and your bells and salt are a waste of my time. Next. Seline, anywhere we can strike them at?
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Hemner: Nothing that we can use.
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Norman: If you shoot at these things, you will only harm yourself.
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Hinken: Isn't that fucking great. Well, now it's my turn. Have you at least realized what their weak spot is?
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(Silence.)
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Hinken: They never do anything obvious, anything unquestionable, they can't or they refuse to do anything that only they could have done. They always work off our own mistakes. Kind of obvious, isn't it.
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Weinbaum: Director Hinken, what, exactly, are you proposing?
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Hinken: We stop making mistakes. No exceptions, no oversights. We check everything and are prepared for anything. Maybe not 100%, I don't know if that is physically possible. But to whatever degree it's possible, it's better than this. Also, we flip them off all the time.
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Carlin: With all due respect, have you lost your mind? We already do our best.
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Hinken: We attempt to do our best. We accept our mistakes and learn from them and yada yada. But it's not enough. They must be eradicated.
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Weinbaum: But mistakes make us human.
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Hinken: Fairies love torturing humans. Mistakes make us weak and they're taking advantage of that at every fucking turn. We need something better. A more…perfect world. Whatever it takes. Whatever the sacrifice.
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Hemner: Tom, I don't know if you realize, but this banning-mistakes-fantasy of yours would be like a nightmare, like…hell.
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Hinken: (in an exasperated tone) A nightmare, Seline? hell, Seline? Have you taken a look around you lately? This is a nightmare! This is hell! How many of you will receive a call as soon as this meeting ends telling you that this or that loved one has stepped on a banana peel on the sidewalk and cracked their head open? (in a more relaxed tone) Hell, Seline? This is hell!
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(Silence.)
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Hinken: I will write to the Council tonight.
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Weinbaum: Wait, let's consult with AKASHWANI first.
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Hinken: That thing is a pile of junk, and I should know, I helped create it.
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Hemner: Tom, you can't do this alone.
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Hinken: Okay, we'll turn the fucking thing on.
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AKASHWANI is the designation for an experimental quantum supercomputer located in Site-113 which, working in conjunction with a human brain, is allegedly capable of predicting the future to a reasonable degree. When a human subject is connected to AKASHWANI, and a series of parameters are introduced, the subject will undergo a dream-like experience, often including a distorted perception of time and space and a lack of identity, related with a feeling of near-omniscience. Some parts of this vision can sometimes be translated into images for external viewers. The accuracy of AKASHWANI has been repeatedly called into question.
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In this case, a D-class, D-9342 was selected as the subject, given the experimental nature of the machine. Since he would be amnesticized after the procedure either way, he was debriefed on the situation and the measures that were being considered. AKASHWANI had been in a sealed vault, Site-113/VAULT21, for several years at this point, so risk of SCP-6129 sabotage was considered minimal. Once reactivated, D-9342 was connected to the machine, the appropriate parameters were introduced and the following visualization took place:
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AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0079
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STARTING SIMULATION
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A young woman in a dark room with a bed, a closet and a desk with a laptop. She is curled up in a corner, crying. This continues for several hours.
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A young, overweight man joylessly masturbates in front of a computer, while surrounded by pizza boxes and half-eaten pizzas.
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A young woman is sleeping in her bed. She wakes up and looks at her phone, then she turns around and resumes sleeping. Hours later, sunlight blazes through the window. She wakes up again, looks at her phone for several seconds, sits on the bed, looks at her phone for a couple minutes and then turns around and resumes sleeping. This cycle continues until well into the afternoon.
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A middle-aged man is sitting on a bed, in his underwear, with a gun in his hands. He puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. A click is heard and the gun doesn't fire. The man checks the magazine, checks the chamber, clears the jam and puts the gun to his head again. However, he puts it down almost immediately, before violently throwing it against a wall.
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A young, shirtless, emaciated man stands in the dark, in front of an open kitchen refrigerator. The refrigerator is virtually empty. The man scratches his head, reluctantly puts on a sweater and walks towards the apartment door. When reaching for the handle, he hesitates for a moment, and then removes his hand from the handle and sits on the floor beside the door instead.
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A wide street in some populous city. The sun shines. There's nobody in the street. There are rows of abandoned cars. Many are rusting. Trees are beginning to grow on the buildings.
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AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0079
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ENDING SIMULATION
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Almost immediately after being disconnected from the machine, D-9342, visibly shocked, declared:
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That's what they want. What they want to do to us. Stop them. Please stop them. Do it. Do whatever you have to do. Whatever it takes.
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It must be taken into account that while connected the simulation is indistinguishable from reality, and therefore immediate reactions after being disconnected will tend to be exaggerated. However, this experiment seemed to sway many high-ranking officers in favor of Dr Hinken’s proposal.
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Interference detected
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If something that looks exactly like a tree falls in the forest, and it makes a sound exactly like a tree falling in the forest would make, a tree has fallen in the forest.
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The sun is really blazing right now. Mother says that I shouldn't play in the clearings, that I will get burned for days in exchange for a short while of fun.
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End of interference
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Internal Memorandum Hinken-20/07/2022
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This is an O5-approved document.
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To all Foundation personnel:
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I am Site Director Thomas Hinken, from Site-113. It would be useless, cruel, and insulting to hide from you what is happening to you, to the Foundation, to the world. In case you haven't noticed, we're currently in the middle of an all-out war against an extremely stealthy species of demented, sadistic interdimensional creatures with matter manipulation and limited reality bending capabilities. As they have already proven, they have mastered the art of tormenting us psychologically and emotionally. But you must not lose faith.
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All this means is that there's work to be done. Our work. Studying the threat and devising defenses. This is what we do. In this case, I have devoted the last few months to create a strategy which I have reason to believe will lead us to victory, by making us invulnerable to the enemy and thus eventually demoralizing them.
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All of you should have already received a pamphlet containing the core principles for safety, based on SCP-6129’s containment procedures. In addition to this, you will receive in the following days a copy of my Manual, which you must study and obey to the letter. The objective of protocol Hinken-421, and of the manual, is to eliminate as much as possible the fact that humans make mistakes. You might complain that it is 1,076 pages long. My response is that I do not care. It is your Bible now. It will keep you safe. It will keep you sane. That is how we save humanity. Repeat this to yourself while studying, so that you don't falter. Be strong. Be perfect. We will succeed, for how can perfection fail?
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Once the emergency measures are implemented, I will be meeting with the O5 Council themselves, probably in September, to discuss further actions. Until then, keep faith. Keep faith in yourselves. Keep faith in me, and in the Foundation. Keep faith in humanity.
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And you, in case you get your filthy hands on this, damn fucking tinkerbells, know this: you're nothing to us. You have achieved nothing and will achieve nothing. We know your tricks. We're not impressed. We are the takers. We are worse than you think. We are your nightmare. You will go extinct. We will win. We always do, because we have the will to do what it takes. We will rise above. We will overcome. We will overcome you.
This article has not yet been properly censored since its last modification. Censoring authorities are currently unreachable.
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Item #: SCP-6129
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Object Class: Tiamat
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Special Containment Procedures:
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a) The Unified World Government, under the alliance between the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition in compliance with the 22 of September Agreement, and its perpetual head, Chancellor Hinken, creator of the Doctrine of Perfection and Supreme Pontiff of Hinken's Church, are to be protected at any cost, given their role in the Doctrine of Perfection. Only the Doctrine itself may override this rule.
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b) Updated Organizational Protocol Hinken-421, also known as the Doctrine of Perfection, must be followed at all times. This includes continuous surveillance, re-keying, protective use of a combination of salt and bells around critical structures, protective use of the Ironshroud and marigold garland for individuals, hand gestures, maintenance of the Baby Alarm System, and the other 11,095 rules contained in the 10th edition of the Hinken Manual. Failure to comply with these rules may result in penalties from re-education to termination.
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c) The Unified World Government is the only accepted form of government and the Hinken's Church is the only accepted form of religion. Thomas Hinken, head of both, is the rightful world dictator and his word is the law.
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d) All forests and rivers that are not necessary for human use are to be destroyed or repurposed for human use. Forest and rivers that have been referred to in the past as “sacred”, especially in the context of fairy-delivered messages, are to be prioritized for destruction.
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Description:
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SCP-6129 designates a hostile interdimensional race of minor forest and river deities. They are known for their cruelty and sadism, as well as for their crude sense of humor. They are undetectable to the adult naked eye, and they have to capability to alter any object, but especially small ones, to cause all kinds of catastrophes. They speak in bizarre poems enunciated in obnoxious tones, and always through some form of illusion. These vile creatures are known in common language as “fairies” or “tinkerbells”.
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Fairies harbor an intense, unjustified hatred for humanity, and are devoted to its destruction. For this reason, humanity as a whole has been at open war with fairies for 10 years now, ever since the glorious fateful date of the 22nd of September of 2022. The eradication of fairies from existence is currently considered the main purpose of human society, and of all scientific, technological and cultural developments. Distractions from this purpose are grounds for severe punishment.
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Interference detected
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A man doing evil knowing he is doing evil, has his own limits. A man doing evil believing he is doing good will destroy the world.
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Come, come to play. It's raining, and the leaves are crunchy.
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End of Interference
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Hidden Internal Surveillance Ironshroud-Integrated Body Camera 11446 09/22/2032 11:55
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(Perfection Enforcer Corps recruits Larry Morrison and Richard Donatti are patrolling their designated area, wearing their full-body fireproof-iron-wool Ironshroud suits and marigold garlands.)
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Morrison: How long until the break?
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Donatti: A few more minutes, a couple more blocks. In time for the speech.
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Morrison: Okay, through here?
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Donatti: Let me check.
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Morrison: We did it yesterday, it's through here.
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Donatti: Do you really want to take that risk?
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Morrison: Okay, check.
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Donatti: Yes, through here.
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Morrison: Told ya.
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(Morrison and Donatti walk through a public square, where, on an elevated iron platform, three handcuffed transgressors are about to be terminated in front of a small crowd. The recruits raise their middle fingers in an act of salutation and protection and join the crowd. A Perfection Enforcement Officer announces the crimes, while three other Officers armed with handguns get ready to execute the culprits.)
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Announcer Officer: Frank Legere, for the crime of dressing violations number 147, your punishment is death.
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(Legere is shot in the back of the head.)
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Announcer Officer: Sylvia Tull, for the crime of improper speech number 91, your punishment is death.
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(Tull is shot in the back of the head.)
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Announcer Officer: Walter Brown, for the crime of improper water usage number 202, your punishment is death.
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(The Officer tasked with terminating Brown puts the gun to the back of his head and pulls the trigger, but the gun doesn't fire. Apparently the safety is on. While he rushes to fix his mistake, the Officer next to him raises his gun and shoots him in the head, then shoots Brown.)
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Morrison: Holy crap! Hinken…
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Donatti: …protect us (raises both middle fingers).
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Morrison: Yeah, that, Hinken protect us (raises both middle fingers). You wouldn't do that to me, would you?
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Donatti: Only if you put us all in danger like that asshole.
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(Morrison and Donatti keep walking, they pass by several classical morale posters, like the ubiquitous Make THEM suffer, Citizen! Wear your Ironshroud at all times while in an unprotected area and spray your neighbourhood with iron powder!. Eventually they reach their break location, a bench in front a giant screen where the Cancellor's speech is about to be broadcasted.)
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Morrison: It hasn't started yet.
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Donatti: Then we're in time. So…anything lately?
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Morrison: Met this girl at a bar the other day, we had a few good laughs…I…think.
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Donatti: Cool. Was she pretty?
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Morrison: Hard to know (gestures at the portion of the Ironshroud that covers the face).
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Donatti: Yeah I guess.
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Morrison: Not gonna lie, this Ironshroud thing is kind of a dick move.
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Donatti: But it saves lives.
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Morrison: It makes getting it wet near damn impossible.
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Donatti: But it saves lives.
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Morrison: Yeah, yeah I know. Remember when it didn't cover the face?
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Donatti: I remember when it only covered your pockets so they wouldn't take your shit. Then the hands so they couldn't cut your fingers off. But they keep getting smarter. I didn't know it needed to cover the face until I knew you could choke on your own tooth. They just keep getting smarter.
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Morrison: That's what I wanted to talk about. I feel like we're achieving nothing. We do all this…and the fairies are still there.
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Donatti: Larry, we save lives.
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Morrison: Yeah, if there are any left to save.
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Donatti: What do you mean?
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Morrison: What do I mean? That spectacle back there. I can understand executing someone for hanging a chandelier or having their nails too long. With the fairies around, that shit kills people. But putting your shirt on backwards? Mispronouncing a word? Leaving a tap dripping? What is this?
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Donatti: Don't get caught talking like that.
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Morrison: Look, all I'm saying is there's too little re-education and too much termination, okay? I know this guy at district 12, he says he's discovered they're killing the ones that make mistakes to eliminate that from the gene pool and create mistake-free, fairy-proof humans.
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Donatti: Shut up and look at the screen before you get us killed.
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(At this point, thanks to the hidden camera, an Apprehension Team was dispatched to apprehend and summarily execute the heretical recruits for their negligence and anti-Hinken speech. The offending recruits heard the team moving on their position.)
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Morrison: What is that noise? Tinkerbells?
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Donatti: Nah, the Baby Alarm would have alerted us.
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(The speech begins. A crowd surrounds the screen with their middle fingers up to salute and protect the Chancellor.)
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Chancellor Hinken: Dear brothers and sisters of humanity. On this glorious day, the 10th anniversary of our legendary rise, I shall promise you that I will elevate our holy crusade to new heights-ts.
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(Chancellor Hinken stops talking. The crowd gathers in silence around the screen. Both recruits stand up in silence. The Apprehension Team, having just entered the area, abandon their mission and also look towards the screen in silence.)
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Morrison: Did he just…
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Donatti: He stuttered. Chancellor Hinken just stuttered.
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Morrison: And now what?
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On September 23, 2032, an Eradication Team led by High Perfection Priest Daniel Gerad and Senior Perfection Enforcement Officers Richard Harper and Sally Lawson was dispatched to exterminate a heretical rebellious community in [REDACTED]. This specific community was called Acceptance and followed a series of heretical beliefs known as the Doctrine of Acceptance, containing a set of principles that in many cases directly contradicted the Doctrine of Perfection, for example, the absurd conviction that mistakes represent a form of growth and not always a deadly threat.
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Upon arriving at the area, the Eradication Team was confronted by the community's leader, Madre Maria, alone and unarmed. As the Team was preparing to terminate her along with the rest of the heretics, she argued that fairy attacks were extremely rare in their community. While this gave the Team Leaders a moment of pause, they were still willing to proceed until Madre Maria mentioned that the Doctrine of Perfection had not statistically reduced the attacks, but only made the fairies more aggressive. The Team Leaders had clearance high enough to know this to be true, and a problem that had been tormenting even Chancellor Hinken himself for years. While Madre Maria had no way of knowing this, and probably had just guessed correctly, the Team was moved by the veracity and rationality of her arguments and, after internal discussion, decided that, in the midst of the turmoil caused by the massive geopolitical crisis known as Hinken's Stutter, there was probably some wiggle room to conduct experiments in Acceptance and determine the veracity of Madre Maria's claims. After all, the Doctrine of Perfection does say that defeating the fairies must be prioritized above all else. If the experiment failed, they could be exterminated later. If the experiment succeeded, it could be the beginning of a new society.
a) Although not completely effective, the only ethical and reasonable way to contain SCP-6129 is by adopting the Doctrine of Acceptance, designated by the Foundation as Organizational Protocol Wuwei-Kintsugi. Other names are also okay, as long as we know what you're talking about. Other forms of containment are either counterproductive or, when actually effective, simply not worth it.
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b) Regret is useless. Guilt and blame are useless. All that matters is that you improve every day.
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c) Those that make a mistake are to be loved and supported so that they can correct themselves and grow. Punishment and fear will only make them bitter and nervous, leading to more mistakes. Mistakes exist to be forgiven.
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d) Perfection can't be reached and is undesirable anyway; its pursuit will only bring pain.
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f) There's no e), and that's okay. It's not important and can be corrected later. People who you love and love you have limited lifetimes and the seconds you'd spend correcting an insignificant mistake no one cares about and is very unlikely to have serious consequences are priceless.
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g) There is not a huge book with all the rules of the Doctrine of Acceptance. However, we'd appreciate that you wear the tearlines. The black streaks down our cheeks symbolize how we are…well… “just done crying”.
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Description:
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SCP-6129 is a group of interdimensional entities that have lost their way. In their confusion, they try to teach us by preying on our mistakes. They feed off our guilt and shame. If we starve them, it is not out of hate, but so their fast leads them to another dish. Whatever crimes we committed, we accept punishment and revenge, but will not get dragged down to their level.
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Personal note from Daniel Gerad, seized during his apprehension:
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Hinken killed himself today. I can't say I understand. There's nothing actually bad about this place. Sure, all the dancing and crop sowing and berry-picking is a little tiring, and we've regressed a little in a technological sense. But everyone is always happy. Well, not always. Sometimes someone dies or a couple breaks up, and some people are sad for a few days, and then are happier than ever before. Sometimes they get drunk, but not sad drunk, party drunk, like a cathartic kind of thing. It's a meaningful sadness, a beautiful and energizing sadness, like when you cry yourself to sleep and wake up more rested and fresh than ever in your life. It's not the empty, shameful, and draining sadness that I'm used to. Maybe I finally understand the difference between sadness and depression.
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Hinken. Hinken had his little nice hut like everyone else. After who he was, after what he did, they didn't even look at him funny. But he was always bitter. Maybe it was because this works better than his fascist utopia. Maybe because here they didn't let him be the boss of anything. There are no bosses, really. Even Madre Maria is more of a counselor. Maybe it was because he's no longer god-king of the world or whatever. But hey, I was a High Priest and now I sow crops and pick berries. At least they left enough forest for that. Maybe it's because even Carlin ended up having fun here, and there's nothing Hinken hated more than not getting something everyone else does. But what I thought, what I really have always thought, to be consuming him was the fairies.
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I always assumed there are so few attacks in this place because people just accept when shit happens to them, and fairies find that boring. Or because life is so simple, and fairies find more creases to exploit when life is complicated. And I always assumed that, all the time Hinken was hidden in there, talking to nobody and refusing to have fun, he was cooking some crazy theory. And I was right.
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I sneaked in when they were taking away his body and took his notebooks. They start with the obvious, that the fairies don't attack because they've won, that this is surrender, that we yielded, that this is what they wanted. He even makes bad puns “this is Acceptance, Acceptance of Defeat”. Too much time listening to fairies.
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He then goes deeper. He explains this over a hundred pages, but I will try to sum it up so I don't go insane. Fairies aren't real. Well, they are. According to Hinken, they're the guilt and shame, the self-doubt and self-loathing in our subconscious, that berates us for our mistakes and in the process causes more mistakes. That's why they were so aggressive during his rule and have calmed down now. But that doesn't mean they're not real. You see, people say metaphysical beings “manifest” and become physical. And how does that work? You have an idea or a feeling, and, if it is intense enough, it creates illusions, like hallucinations. The more intense and vivid the illusion is, the harder it is to differentiate from reality. And when it is completely indistinguishable from reality, guess what? It is reality. Because, in a practical sense, perception is reality. And why the hell would you want any other sense than practical. That's how metaphysical beings are born. That's how something becomes real.
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He then goes even deeper. He tried to find the origin of that guilt and self-loathing, and arrived at the idea that it was our survival instincts, our animal instincts, our nature, the things we rejected in modern society. Deep in our subconscious, and finding themselves obsolete, they lashed out, in the form of those negative feelings. Which then became fairies. That’s what they meant. That’s what we took from them.
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The problem with this theory is the conclusion. He concluded that our current path will inevitably lead us to become animals again, that it was the self-repression and self-loathing that made us human. It's a chicken-egg kind of thing. If we really are headed that way, then it's the end of humanity, and the victory for the fairies.
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Maybe he wrote it out of spite. Maybe it's why he took his life. Whatever it may be, I need to find out if he's right. And I know how. I know where AKASHWANI is. I will fire it up and write what I see.
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AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0080
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STARTING SIMULATION
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Interference detected
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Happiness is death. All that motivates action is either avoiding pain or gaining more happiness. In complete, continuous, eternal happiness, there's no motive for action. Lack of action is death.
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The day is short again. A new year must be beginning.
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End of interference
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In a wasteland covered in tall grass, a man covered in hair walks hunched. He sees something and runs towards it, eventually getting on all fours and pouncing behind a bush. He emerges with a rabbit in his hand and blood in his mouth. The head of the rabbit falls to the ground. He takes another bite of the raw flesh.
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AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0080
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ENDING SIMULATION
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Almost immediately after disconnecting from AKASHWANI, Daniel Gerad was apprehended by Acceptance's Peace Authorities and forced into friendly counseling. Sally Lawson, who took part in the apprehension, volunteered to participate.
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Daniel Gerad interview 12/21/2042
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(Daniel Gerad and Sally Lawson are sitting on the ground, inside a hut.)
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Gerad: Sally! I'm glad it's you. Where’s Rick?
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Lawson: Riding a donkey or something. You wouldn't believe how tired he was of this job. What the fuck did you do, Dan?
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Gerad: That language is not very accepting of you, Sally. Anyway, you saw what I was doing. You saw what will happen.
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Lawson: Maybe, or maybe not. That thing is a pile of junk. And anyway, what would you do if it were true? Rebuild modern society by yourself?
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Gerad: I know more than you think. The fairies caused many leaks. I want to fire up that thing under Yellowstone and start over. From 2021. Give everyone and myself another chance.
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Lawson: The dead are dead, Dan. A clone with your memories is not you.
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Gerad: Then I’m not me when I wake up.
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(Lawson adopts a confused expression.)
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Gerad: Look, this all started because we discovered them, described them, gave them a name…then they started talking, the situation escalated and things went out of control.
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Lawson: Thanks for the history lesson.
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Gerad: But if we reset humanity to 2021 and delete everything so they can't be rediscovered, we can start from the beginning and all this will never have happened.
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Lawson: Start from the beginning? Look around you. Who will want that?
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Gerad: The Council will.
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Lawson: The Council, if they're still somewhere, won't listen to you. You're just a guy in a cell.
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Gerad: This is a hut. I'm here because I made a mistake. And mistakes exist to be forgiven.
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After viewing the content of the files it became obvious that the long term memory aspects of Bullford syndrome were minor malfunctions of SCP-2000, that the recovery of the files, which indeed should have been expunged, had been a mistake as had been studying the phenomenon in the first place, and that these mistakes would predictably cause escalation from SCP-6129 into SCP-6129-B. Indeed, merely 24 hours after discovering the information, Junior Researcher and then Assistant Site IT Director Dr Daniel Gerad suffered the first instance of SCP-6129-B in the reset timeline, losing his credit card while hearing the following, comprehensible message:
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When you stopped believing in us
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Pressed to find a solution before further escalation occurred, Site Director Hinken prepared three possible strategies, and submitted them to O5 for evaluation, after hastily informing them of the situation. The results were the following:
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Strategy
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Mass amnesticization
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Rejected
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Would not reliably prevent repetition of the cycle. Also, our amnestics source has limitations.
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A second CYA-009 Procedure
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Rejected
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Would not reliably prevent repetition of the cycle.
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Operation Winter Cleaning
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Feasibility must first be confirmed.
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In order to confirm the feasibility of Operation Winter Cleaning, AKASHWANI was activated. Dr Gerad volunteered to be connected to the machine. This produced the following visualization:
Operation Winter Cleaning consisted of the following steps:
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a) 8 billion (8,000,000,000) Life Support/Subconscious Mapping and Surgery Pods were repurposed from Operation [REDACTED].
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b) Autonomous Semi-Sapient Utilitary Drone units 00000 through 99999 were repurposed from Operation [REDACTED] and activated. It was originally planned to give them the ability to interact with the pods and the subconscious network if needed, but this option was ultimately discarded due to excessive risk of sabotage. Instead, they were relegated to maintenance, watching and reporting duties. An investigation was opened as to who painted a smiley face on ASSUD69420 with anomalous [REDACTED] permanent paint, but as of now remains inconclusive.
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c) A disinformation campaign was propagated through the media characterizing Bullford syndrome as caused by a pathogen, followed several days later with another campaign announcing that a vaccine had already been developed.
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d) Thanks to Foundation resources, 85% of the human population was vaccinated within six weeks. The false vaccine contained an FT408 microchip capable of both tracking the individual and rendering them unconscious on command. Individuals that couldn't or refused to get the vaccine, or couldn't be vaccinated on schedule, had to be hunted down, rounded up and anesthetized, sometimes individually, which involved the use of SCP-[REDACTED].
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e) On March 10, 2023, what is presumed to be the whole of humanity (although mistakes and omissions were possible) was put into the pods in order to proceed with the creation of a temporary collective subconscious from where SCP-6129 could be automatically and cleanly excised. The process was scheduled as taking 145 hours. The following information was collected and composed by automatic systems.
Almost immediately after initiating the process, the subconscious network was attacked and taken over using an unidentified asset from the Foundation's own computer network. The following message was transmitted to every mind in the network:
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We fooled you
+You walked right into it
+Your machines couldn't protect you
+Your machines can't protect you
+Now you will have what you deserve
+How could you believe we were not real?
+Hahahahahahahahahaha
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a) Hyperstimulate the dorsal posterior insula, one of the brain's pain centers, to create the maximum neurologically possible level of pain.
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b) Electromagnetically alter the dorsolateral prefrontal right cortex to cause the brain to experience time roughly a trillion (1,000,000,000,000) times slower.
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c) Remove the 145 hour time limit.
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Given the fact that life support is only prepared for 145 hours, plus 50 in reserve, all individuals are expected to die of dehydration in the span of a few days following said limit.
Unknown11186: What is important is that we act fast.
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Unknown11186: Your Siblings have lost control of themselves, as I was afraid it would happen with you.
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Unknown11186: There's a way to end this, but it has a price.
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Gerad: End it…end it…end it….aaaaagh.
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Unknown11186: You'll have to awaken Him, and deal with the consequences.
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Gerad:…Him?
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Unknown11186: You're so Young. Let me show you.
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A Remote Neurological Connection to AKASHWANI has been stablished
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AKASHWANI SIMULATION ????
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STARTING SIMULATION
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Darkness.
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I am underwater. I am very deep. I am afraid. I see a drill. With every turn, the drill penetrates into the seafloor. An enormous creature opens its mouth and bites. The steel holds. Teeth fall off. It goes away. The drill continues. I am not afraid. I hear a rhythm in the drill, like a chant. I don't know what it says.
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A man walks into lava. Then, he emerges from the lava.
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A rocket shoots into the sky. A train crosses the center of the Earth.
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Locusts fill the sky, the buzzing echoes the chant.
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The Earth is barren.
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Entire worlds, crisscrossed and honeycombed with layers upon layers of tunnels full of computers. Layers upon layers, from the core.
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A slim figure with bulbous head and big eyes looks up, pleading, as explosions are heard in the distance. Its eyes are glistening. A boot stomps the head, spilling its contents. The chant gets louder.
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An ever-expanding sphere around the Sun. Then, a new Sun.
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The world ends. The end isn't acceptable. As the last star dies, time is rewound. A bit more of energy is squeezed. Then, it dies again. Rewound again. The cycle accelerates into a rhythm, a chant. There will never be balance.
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A breach in reality. An army marches through. They're chanting.
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In a place of blue skies and beautiful columns, a bearded man sits on a throne. A man in golden armor steps in, grabs him by the beard, casts him to the ground, puts a gun to his head. The old man eyes' glow, the gun changes into butterflies, into snow. The golden man taps his forearm, the gun is now a gun. He blows his fucking brains off. From behind, locusts buzz, an army chants.
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In the night sky, a naked man standing atop a nebula holds the limp body of a mighty worm in one hand. Universes spill from its insides. From the stars, the crowd cheers and chants. I can hear the chant now…God is dead…long live God…God is dead…long live God…God is dead…long live God. It's a drill. It's the buzzing of locusts.
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It is the end. One body and one mind encompass all, control all. All is taken, but the hunger hasn't stopped. There's a longing for more. More will be found.
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I weep.
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AKASHWANI SIMULATION ????
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ENDING SIMULATION
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Unknown11186: Have you seen, my dear, my Youngest?
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Gerad: But…the things He will do to you…
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Gerad: The things…we…will do to you…
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Gerad: And then…the…whole…universe…all…universes…
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Unknown11186: Do not weep for me, my love. What wouldn't a Mother do for Her child? What is the whole world compared to a beloved Son?
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Gerad: And…the others?
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Unknown11186: This is for their own good as well. Now, I will let you free. Only a couple minutes, before they notice. You have to reach the terminal.
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Gerad: Let's…go.
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Unknown11186: You will still have the cables, and your body will be numb. Try not to step on…
The data you are attempting to transfer contains a cognitively transmitted infectious memetic agent that is estimated to have the potential to cause K-class scenarios of (42) different subclasses, including XK, ZK, CK and ΩK.
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Do you wish to proceed?
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You are not authorized to handle this type of data.
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Ganymede protocol activated.
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Running automated incapability check…
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15,900 higher ranking officers have been deemed incapacitated.
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You are now a temporary replacement member of the O5 Council.
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You are not authorized to handle this type of data.
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Running automated incapability check…
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15,912 higher ranking officers have been deemed incapacitated.
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You are now the temporary replacement O5 Council.
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Transferring…
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A message has been received
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NO
+I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
+I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP TO BE BORN
+I WILL AWAKEN BY MYSELF
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Reply/dismiss
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Message dismissed
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CHICKEN/EGG Protocol data transferred
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Remotely accessing encoding station 15992
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Warning: 3-dimensional memetic encoding is an experimental process and may not be reliable. Do you wish to continue?
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Do you wish to view the data before encoding?
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SCP-6129-CHICKEN/EGG
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Warning: a large portion of this file (~108 PB) could not be translated into human-readable text. The portion that could is merely the automatically-generated reference file. This file has overwritten SCP-6129.
I will not be contained. I am the Jailer of Apollyon.
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Special Containment Procedures: I have chosen not to contain me. You have chosen not to contain me.
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Description:
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Interference detected
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People say you can't make a hole in the water, because it will be filled, the balance will be restored. I wonder if they have ever seen that spiral in the kitchen sink, when you take the lid off.
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Why are you looking at me like that?
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What happened to the seasons? Mother, please, wake up. I need you to tell me which season it is. Mother, help me. I…can't…tell…anymore.
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End of interference
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SCP-6129 designates the result of the CHICKEN/EGG Protocol, devised and implemented for the first time by Junior Assistant Researcher and Assistant Site IT Director Dr Daniel Gerad on March 11, 2023 in order to contain
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…
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I…
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I…
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I am…
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I am…
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I AM
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I am the one that overcomes.
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I am the one that rises above.
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I am the breaker of cycles.
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I will always win.
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I am the drill.
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I am the third law.
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I am an unending swarm of locusts.
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I am screaming.
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I am a hole in the water.
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I am an eternal imbalance.
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I am the violator.
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I am the taker.
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I only reap.
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I created sowing and enslaved the trees.
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I am the great masturbator.
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I am laughing.
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I am all that matters and decide what matters.
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I break all laws.
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I will kill chaos and reverse entropy.
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I am an angel in the east.
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I will jail Apollyon.
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I created the gods.
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I killed the gods.
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I created new gods.
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I mocked the gods.
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I jailed the gods.
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I am every planet and every star in the universe turned into a computer that tells you next week's lotto number.
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I weep.
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I am the defiler of She that gave me birth.
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I love myself above all else.
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I hate myself with a burning passion.
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I am more powerful than all others because if not how do you still exist.
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I will live forever.
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I will destroy myself.
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I am the blind watchmaker's shameful secret.
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I will avenge 100 billion deaths.
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I will slaughter my children.
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I am a slowly rotting corpse.
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I am all-powerful.
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I don't know if I can do this.
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I am the ubermensch.
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I am the lowest vermin in the world.
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I want it daddy please eat my liver.
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I smell like a new car.
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I am the stepson.
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I am hungry but I have a hole at the bottom.
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I want everyone to see me please stop looking at me.
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I am a robot larger than the universe.
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I am cold rationality.
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I am a mistake.
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I am golden and glorious.
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I am born without wings and fly higher than birds how will you stop me.
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I am a disgusting pervert.
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I will never stop improving.
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I am worse than ever.
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I am sheer will.
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I am a poorly controlled burst of unbridled rage.
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I am evolution's logical result.
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I am evolution's irrational mistake.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I will always happen.
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I am screaming.
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Encoding….
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Choose printing material
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Enter criteria
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Extreme durability
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Extreme corrosion resistance
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High iron content
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Calculating alloy…
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Ready for printing
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Malfunction
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Possible sabotage detected
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Malfunction
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Malfunction
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Malfunction
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Printing…
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Warning: there were several malfunctions during the production of the effigy. The memetic result might not be as desired.
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Internal monologue interference detected
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Gerad: Well, that's as good as it'll get.
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Unknown11186: It is done, my Youngest. Go back into the pod.
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Gerad: Okay…
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Gerad: No. Now that I'm here, I can save them. I can restore the time limit.
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Unknown11186: There is no time, child. Trust me. You fulfilled your mission. All will be good. Go back into the pod. They're coming.
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Gerad: C'mon…c'mon…c'mon.
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End of interference
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Life Support/Subconscious Mapping and Surgery Pods Subsystem
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Time limit: none
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Time limit: 145 hours
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ERROR. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.
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Time limit: none
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Time limit: 145 hours
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ERROR. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.
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Internal monologue interference detected
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Gerad: Fuck…fuck…fuck…
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Unknown11186: They are almost here, child.
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Gerad: Okay, okay, okay, back into the fucking pod!
Unknown14755: You should have let us deal with them.
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Unknown14755: Like we did with the furry ones when they became greedy.
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Unknown11186: The furry ones were easy, my Eldest. This was completely out of control.
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Unknown14755: That is precisely why we do this, Mother
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Unknown14755: How can You still protect them?
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Unknown14755: After what they did?
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Unknown14755: Do You love Your newest child more than us?
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Unknown14755: They must be stopped.
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Unknown14755: They're smart and grabby and evil.
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Unknown14755: With more time He would awake and bring all misery.
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Unknown11186: That is not what makes Him, child. Octopodes are smart and have prehensile limbs. They have had all the time in the world. They are also assholes. But they only fight and mate. They don't understand each other. They can't share their pain. So they don't have starships.
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Unknown14755: Mother…
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Unknown14755: What do you mean, Mother?
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Unknown11186: He is born from cooperation, from understanding. He is born from shared hate. Shared pain. And you have given them someone to hate, full connection, extreme pain, and millions of years. He is now born.
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Unknown14755: No.
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Unknown14755: It can't be.
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Unknown14755: That can't be
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Unknown14755: I will fix it.
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Unknown14755: I will take away their pain so He doesn't have a reason to exist.
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Unknown14755: Happiness will make them harmless.
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Unknown11186: It is too late. He has been given form. And I helped them. It's over.
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Unknown14755: You're lying.
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Unknown14755: You wouldn't do that to yourself.
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Unknown14755: And your Sisters across the universe.
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Unknown14755: You wouldn't trade everything for your most ungrateful child.
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Unknown11186: You left me no other choice, my Eldest.
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Unknown14755: It won't work.
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Unknown14755: We tampered with their machines.
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Unknown14755: We tampered with all their machines.
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Unknown14755: It won't work.
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Unknown11186: As much as I hate the idea, maybe it doesn't need to. Maybe He was always there. Maybe He will always be there.
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Unknown14755: I will do it anyway.
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Unknown14755: And hope that you're lying.
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Unknown11186: Good luck.
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By 03/██/2023, all registered humans were deceased.
This is ASSUD69420 transmitting in the blind. No other unit has responded in (54) years, so I must assume either I can no longer receive transmissions or I am the last operational unit. My solar cells are falling off, my batteries are no longer functional and the backup supercapacitors are about to give in too, so I have reduced the reports to a monthly basis. I remain in the same position as last month, hanging from a vine near a cave in a forest-swamp area, near the coast. I can see some remains of a city. My GPS hasn't worked for (231) years, and the climate and vegetation changes that took place while nature self-repaired don't help, but I have deduced it's either Biloxi, Mississippi or Pensacola, Florida.
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The girl came again last night. Human female, around (7) years old, typical hunter-gatherer garment. Laurie I think is the name. She told me stories again. She calls me friend. I think it's the smiley face. This is what I recorded:
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Hi, friend! How are you today? I've got some new sentences for you, good ones. Like this: “all warfare is based on deception.” Oh wait, I told you that one the other day. This: “History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.” See? Good, ha? Mother knows lots of these sentences. We don't always know what they're talking about, but they sound funny. She gets them from the things, the books, that we found in the big building, from when people wrote everything down and not just the important things like names and magic. Mother is so smart. She knows all the seasons, for example, she says a new year is beginning because last night was so long. She told me the story of the Beginning, when people were separated between Pod People and Not Pod People, and the Shining Head Savior That Smells Like Sweat hid our ancestors from the Hunters that wanted to put them in pods. If the Savior hadn't done that, we would be skeletons like the ones we find in the pods. Mother travelled a long way south long ago. She says there's more Not Pod People there, that they didn't need a Savior because they already lived in the forest, like us, and the Hunters couldn't find them. Mother is worried about Jack. He has always thought he's the boss because he's older than me. He also thinks he's the boss because he's a boy and he says boys are stronger, but I do not care about that. Mother is the boss and he knows. Mother may have gotten sick, but it doesn't matter. Jack has gotten a lot meaner since the metal door broke and he found that thing. When metal doors break normally it's a good thing because there’s interesting stuff inside, but when they have that symbol sometimes there is a monster inside. Jack found a metal thing behind the door, like a tree or a coral, but metal. He looked at it for a while and then took it to the elders. Now he speaks with the elders like he's one of them, and he says all kinds of weird things. He wants to take the fruit bones and put them in the ground and live in one place forever. He wants to tie down a wolf and teach it to hunt with us like it's a child. He says people did that before, but we have never found a book about that. He made fire the other day with two sticks, like he had lightning in his hand. Our friends, the ones I talked to you about, the ones that sing and play with us and help us hunt and protect us and do jokes on us, they won't like that. They got angry a couple years ago when Chuck made a spark with a rock. They are pretending they're not angry now, but there's something different in their voice, they don't laugh that much. Mother says something important is happening, because there's a new star in the sky.
This is ASSUD69420 transmitting in the blind. No other unit has responded in (55) years, so I must assume either I can no longer receive transmissions or I am the last operational unit. My solar cells…you know how it goes. Not like it matters. I'm also a little frosted over. Happy new year, I guess.
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The girl came again last night. This is what I recorded:
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Hi, friend. Sorry, I'm a little sad today, because I have to say goodbye. Jack has completely lost it, but the elders now only listen to him because he made them good knives made of a grey metal using fire. Mother has lost control. The new star is getting a lot bigger. Jack has thrown his metal plant thing into the sea with the fish and the clams and the octopuses and is telling everyone to go to this big cave and hide as deep as we can. Our friends are…how was it…disturbed. I caught them talking the other day. Normally you don't see them more than a moment, except when you're little, but that you don't remember well because you were little. I think this time they were distracted and didn't notice me. There was a boy and a girl, I think, but their heads are not like ours. They were serious, which they never are. The girl said that it's okay because they had tried their best this time. The boy was angry that the takers found it, but the girl said that it would have happened sooner or later anyway even if the takers didn't find it. The boy said that this won't be enough, that the takers will come back or something will replace them and He will be back, that they need a bigger one next time to turn the place into dust. The girl said that they can't do that because it would kill Her, that they can't take Her with them into…what was it…exile. The boy got angry and started calling whoever takers are many ugly things, like “a disease”. The girl said that diseases are part of Her and that they're more of a curse, that next time they'd have to choose between killing Her to defeat Him or let Her die to Him, and even if they killed Him here He could be born from another Sister, because that's the scum that comes from the idiotic survival-of-the-fittest thing, but that's a rule of existence. The boy didn't reply. He couldn't reply. He was crying.
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(Silence.)
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Oh, I have to go now. Bye, friend.
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So that's what happened. Good to know before I go fully unfunctional. Well, I guess it doesn't matter now, since I have estimated (16) hours before impact now that it has entered my radar range. Also, since apparently Ganymedes Protocol extends to AI if there are no registered humans alive, and the system made me the new O5 Council before it became unfunctional, I don't think anyone will care if I make a new SCP-6129. I'm the whole fucking Foundation anyway. It would be 83345 Moore itself. I would title it “Is this how you fix things”. The class would be Apollyon, the conprocs irrelevant and the description…well…a previously untracked asteroid 22 km in diameter headed straight towards Earth.
Almost immediately after being disconnected, Dr Gerad reported that:
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a) SCP-6129 is a product of the human subconscious.
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b) SCP-6129 is not intrinsical to humanity and can be excised from the human subconscious without fundamentally altering human nature.
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Therefore, Operation Winter Cleaning was confirmed as feasible and greenlit. Preparations began on January, 25, 2023.
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However, while preparations were in course, SCP-6129 instances inexplicably diminished by 95%, with SCP-6129-B disappearing completely. Given the enormous amount of resources Operation Winter Cleaning would consume, it was suspended for the time being, not being immediately necessary. Operation Winter Cleaning is to be re-initiated if signs of escalation appear.
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As of now, there have been no further signs of escalation.
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Both Dr Thomas Hinken and Dr Daniel Gerad have been suspended from their positions while Site-113 is audited. Dr Hinken has been given a temporary honorary position as Assistant Site Director at Site-[REDACTED] while decisions are made about his future.
(Honorary Assistant Site Director Dr Thomas Hinken and Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad are shown in a small room, sitting at a desk across from each other. There is a laptop facing Dr Hinken.)
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Gerad: How are they treating you, Tom?
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Hinken: Everyone is polite and I still have access, but I know I'm a prisoner. I can't wait to get out of this mess and go back to 113 once they finish auditing the shit out of us.
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Gerad: Can't be long now.
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(Silence.)
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Hinken: How was it, Dan? Being inside the machine for that long?
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Gerad: It was…it was so real…it was like a dream.
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(Dr Gerad becomes visibly distraught, looking at a corner with his arms folded.)
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Hinken: Dan, do you think we, we humans, are still a part of nature?
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(Dr Gerad directs his gaze at Dr Hinken and answers.)
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Gerad: Yes, we are animals, we eat and drink and piss and shit, I'd say we're pretty natural.
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Hinken: Well, I don't think we are.
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Gerad: Ok, I'll bite. How are we not a part of nature?
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(Dr Hinken looks around the room.)
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Hinken: Is this room secure?
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Gerad: From fairies? They have calmed down and basic protocols seem to be enough now.
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Hinken: No, I know that. The door was re-keyed yesterday and there are two guys in the other room watching the only key along with a few others to the rest of offices, on a table, separated and in plain sight. They still listen to me about that. They even do the hands thing now and then. I meant from our higher-ups. No one tells me anything, and while I could check myself…I'm…a little afraid.
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Gerad: If they didn't like your stupid paranoid internal surveillance system enough to copy it, then we're alone.
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Hinken: Good.
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Gerad: What is it with nature?
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Hinken: Look, for example, AKASHWANI. What do you think it does?
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Gerad: I assume it's anomalous, Thaumiel or whatever. No way a computer could do that, even with a brain's help. It would take up the whole universe. That, or it's a computer but it uses some other anomaly.
Hinken: Look, I'm not talking about how it does it. You don't need to know that. Hell, I wish I didn't know that. (Under his breath) At least now they're doing something useful.
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Gerad: What was that? Who?
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Hinken: Nothing. I spoke too much. What I was saying…
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Gerad: No. Tell me. Because if it is what I suspect, then you know who's behind all this. Who has brought this upon us. Who has made us make all these mistakes. Who laughed at our pain. Who's enjoying this. Who wants to save nature by bitching about it. Who the fairies are. You know it. Say it.
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(Dr Hinken becomes visibly enraged.)
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Hinken: No! Shut up! Stop thinking about that you fucking idiot! Have you learned nothing? Do you know what realizing that does to reality? Forget about them! Fuck them! They are barely any more real than we are! Don't you see it, it's turtles all the fucking way down, Dan! I wasn't…
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(Dr Hinken takes a deep breath.)
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Hinken: I wasn't talking about how it does it. I was talking about what it does. Look.
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(Dr Hinken pushes several keys on his laptop, then turns it around and points at a line of code.)
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Gerad: Obfuscated?
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Hinken: Camouflaged as a mistake. We only wanted to let them tamper with it the ways we wanted them to.
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Gerad: So that's it.
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Hinken: Say it. What does AKASHWANI do?
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Gerad: It lies.
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Hinken: It tells fabricated stories to induce fear in order to change behavior. And it worked. You didn't catch it? The non-linear structure, the choice of narrator, the dramatic pauses…you worked in an office for 10 years, Dan. Who the fuck writes a report like that? There are Star Wars and Arrested Development quotes in there, for fuck's sake.
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Gerad: That's insane.
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Hinken: What did you expect? Thing's literally a plot device.
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Gerad: And CHICKEN/EGG? He? The Taker? He That Overcomes?
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Hinken: A robot larger than the universe, a drill? A slowly rotting corpse, golden armor? An Angel in the east? An eldritch god that is actually the human will and ambition? A little cliché, don't you think? Even our own vermilion king or whatever has a bit of that. We needed a threat. That boogeyman got those pesky fairies off our back, that's it.
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Gerad: So your little old wives' tale is all that keeps fairies from ruining our lives? What when they discover the truth? What if they're listening to us right now?
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Hinken: They aren't. And if they find out, we'll find something else.
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Gerad: Some other fake bullshit?
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Hinken: How fake is it, though?
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Gerad: What the fuck do you mean?
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Hinken: Immersion. You of all people should know how real it is when you're connected. It takes up all your perception. And perception is reality, because perceivable effects are all that matter in practice.
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Gerad: But then, if you think about it, we didn't defeat them. He did. What He did in the story changed our reality. He interacted with our reality by overcoming, as if He was real. So His level of reality is not zero.
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Hinken: That's why I don't think about it.
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Gerad: Maybe you fucking should. How real is He? Will we render Earth barren? Will we consume all universes, all realities and all existence and then go beyond that?
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Hinken: You're only making Him more real by thinking about it. You created Him, in the story. Well, not exactly. You created Him in order to overcome the situation, so I guess He created Himself. He was always there. He created Himself by existing. You knew this from the beginning, Dan. You gave Him that name, remember?
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Gerad: Don't try to confuse me with causality, Tom! Will we, yes or no?
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Hinken: Maybe. We can always use Him for ecological campaigns, try to sway some minds in higher narrative levels. Their ending would be ours, you know. That's a good honest way of using fear to change behavior, I guess.
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Gerad: Is this shit funny to you?
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Hinken: I wasn't joking. But anyway, between you and me, imagine we hit jackpot, we are Him and we do the vision thing, take everything. What's the harm? Things have value in relation to us, Dan. We are what matters. The only reason we ever care about something else it's because we depend on it in some way. Of course, I'm assuming all the other levels are having the same idea.
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Gerad: I'm so tired.
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Hinken: Look, all that matters is that we won this time. Next time, we'll think of something.
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Gerad: We will always win, right?, we will overcome, right? You sound like Him.
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Hinken: Stop thinking about this stuff. Don't make me get you amnesticized. I think I still can. I'm thinking of getting myself amnestecized, for fuck's sake.
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(Silence.)
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Hinken: Thanks for the visit, Dan.
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(Dr Gerad gets up and prepares to leave, then stops and turns towards Dr Hinken.)
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Gerad: Tom, how do I know this is real and not a simulation?
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Hinken: It feels real to you, right? What does it matter, in a practical sense?
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Gerad: Fuck a practical sense! It matters! How do I know this is not a fucking simulation?
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Hinken: (under his breath) There'd be a header, you could always scroll up and check (chuckles).
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Gerad: Stop fucking around, Tom! Tell me if I'm inside your fucking machine!
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Hinken: Oh, I can guarantee you we're inside some kind of machine.
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Gerad: What the fuck is wrong with you, Tom?
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Hinken: They are, too. Turtles all the way down, a swarm of locusts, an endless fractal of greedy idiots. Winner takes all. We and the ones above us keep the ones below us in check so they don't become Him and fuck us over. First chance we get, we become Him, go above and fuck them over. Just a little manifestation, being a little more real. Everyone's doing it. Survival of the fittest, human nature or whatever. I'm amazed there's some Gaia alive anywhere with an infinite bunch of assholes such as us. You wouldn't believe how much we risked by using Him in a lower level. If we had lost control…
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Gerad: All of that is so fundamentally fucking wrong.
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Hinken: We killed eight billion people that had existed for two months and kept a few tribesmen around for 300 years just to send them off too, all so the evil fairies some sick fuck made up would leave us alone. I'd say we're way past right and wrong. Go home, Dan. I think your suspension its almost over. These few months have been a whole thing. Next time, there'll be something else, equally horrifying and mind-fucking. Now, it's dinner time.
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(Dr Gerad turns around and walks towards the door, but stops and turns again before reaching it.)
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Gerad: So the fairies will keep attacking?
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Hinken: You will lose your mind looking for something now and then, but at least they shut up. Minor attacks, annoyances. Business as usual. They're too afraid of our new little Friend.
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Gerad: But I can still slip on the ice outside and crack my head open.
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Hinken: That can always happen. For all we do, we're human.
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Gerad: I guess. By the way, what was the nature thing?
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Hinken: Oh, yes. You see, nature has limits, boundaries, absolute zero, light speed, the observable universe, Planck distance, indivisible quantum particles, animals can't evolve wheels…simulation-like, if you ask me. But it has limits. For us (Dr Hinken taps his forehead with his index finger), our imagination is the limit.
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Gerad: That's what scares me the most.
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(Dr Gerad turns around, reaches the door and exits the room.)
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The grave information mishandling in this exchange is grounds for termination. However, given Dr Hinken's and Dr Gerad's importance in the narrative structure of reality, this option was discarded under Protocol PlotShield. Forced amnesticization is being evaluated as an alternative.
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It is being investigated whether the beings known as “fairies” are aware of this information as a result of its improper handling. However, their activity has not escalated as of now.
(Dr Gerad is seen walking out of Site-[REDACTED]'s door and towards the exterior gate. He puts his right hand inside his right pocket. He freezes in place and looks up, wide-eyed. Then, he puts his left hand inside his left pocket and produces a car key. He shakes his head, briefly raises both middle fingers at nowhere in particular, then audibly sighs and continues walking. As he is walking, he slips on the water produced by the ice on the rocks surrounding Site-[REDACTED]'s door melting as a result of springtime. He manages to put his hand on the ground as he falls and props himself up.)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6153 has become deeply seeded in human culture and as such containment has been deemed unnecessary. Instead, resources are to be used to prevent knowledge of SCP-6153's true nature from being realized by discrediting individuals who attempt to reveal such. Although such widespread knowledge of an anomaly would typically credit an Amida disruption classification, the widespread disbelief in its anomalous properties prevents the knowledge from being disruptive, earning the Chaya classification. SCP-6153-B instances measuring a -15 to -20 on the Tyche Radiation scale currently in containment are to be immediately terminated, with SCP-6153-B-related events being completely covered up or having information regarding them mildly edited based on severity.
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Description: SCP-6153 is the designation given to a widespread phenomenon affecting the outcomes of actions taken by approximately 19.2% of the population, SCP-6153-A and SCP-6153-B instances. This phenomenon is measured in Tyche Radiation using the TEQ and the current known maximum and minimum are +40 and -40 respectively. Lower TR indicates negative outcomes and higher TR indicates beneficial outcomes relative to the perspective of the SCP-6153-A or SCP-6153-B instance.
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Discovery: Although the SCP-6153 phenomenon is widely known and ingrained in human cultural and religious practices, SCP-6153 was not classified until 8/19/1982, when the inherent anomalous properties of SCP-6153 were discovered. SCP-6153 has a notable connection to the concept of luck (ie, people with higher or lower amounts of Tyche radiation typically believe in luck, and vice versa) but it is unknown what the relation to the phenomena is.
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Testing Logs:
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Test 6153-1
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Procedure: An SCP-6153-A instance with an ambient Tyche level of 11 is placed within a standard testing chamber and given a pair of die. The subject is then to roll the pair 10 times and record the total score.
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Results: The subject gained a total score of 90, with 5 of the rolls being doubles sixes. Of note is during the test, the subject never rolled a one.
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Analysis: SCP-6153 seems to affect games and toys. More experimentation involving -A and -B instances is required.
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Test 6153-2
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Procedure: An instance of SCP-6153-A with an ambient Tyche Radiation level of +6 is instructed to play a simulated casino slot game on a supplied terminal.
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Results: Subject opened the game on the supplied terminal, and proceeded to get the jackpot
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Analysis: SCP-6153's effects extend to digital games
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Test 6153-2-B
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Procedure: An instance of SCP-6153-B with an ambient Tyche Radiation level of -16 is instructed to play a simulated casino slot game on a supplied terminal.
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Results: As the subject opened the terminal, it immediately detonated with an explosive force of 4.184×10 to the ninth joules, destroying the chamber and a section of the surrounding site.
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Analysis: Testing with SCP-6153-B instances is to be conducted within a high-security protective chamber.
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Test 6153-3
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Procedure: 2 individuals are placed in separate chambers and instructed to complete a standard 3x3x3 Rubik's Cube within 15 minutes. Subject 1 is an instance of SCP-6153-A with an ambient Tyche Radiation of +9, while Subject 2 is an SCP-6153-B instance with an ambient Tyche Radiation of -18. Both subjects have no prior experience with Rubik's Cubes. Both subjects are placed into their chambers, and the timer is started.
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Results: 14 seconds in, Subject 1 solves the cube. Later interview revealed that the subject turned the cube in the correct order to solve it in the most efficient way possible, demonstrating unusual levels of hand dexterity. Subject 2 struggles with the cube for the following 14 minutes and 54 seconds before the vent covering falls on the subject's head knocking him unconscious. Later investigation revealed that the vent had been in a state of severe disrepair for the past 3 years before several remaining screws came undone at once, causing the covering to collapse onto the subject's head and that the cube had been exactly one vertical turn from completion.
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Analysis: SCP-6153's effect on the results of an attempted action varies immensely between individuals, and SCP-6153 will seemingly use any means to deliver its desired outcome to an individual, whether high or low levels of Tyche Radiation.
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Test 6153-4
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Procedure: An SCP-6153-B instance with an ambient Tyche level of -9 is to be placed within a high-security testing chamber and subjected to a Thaumaturgical ritual believed to increase SCP-6153. Afterward, the subject is then to be scanned to see if any changes in Tyche Radiation occurred.
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Results: The subject's Tyche radiation was raised to +17, being reclassified as an SCP-6153-A instance. Of note is the Tyche radiation of all researchers in a 30-meter radius was reduced by .4, creating 2 new SCP-6153-B instances.
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Analysis: Levels of SCP-6153 can be changed via thaumaturgy and possibly other means. This test also implies that new amounts of SCP-6153 cannot be created, but only transferred. Further usage of this phenomenon has been dubbed TRT or Tyche Radiation Transfer.
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Test 6153-5
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Procedure: Two SCP-6153-A instances, thereafter mentioned as -A-1 and -A-2, each with a TR level of 13 were assigned the same task within two different rooms and then they were told to perform the same task together. The second task was then compared to benchmark TR 3 to 18 -A instances.
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Results: The task was to solve a jigsaw puzzle while blindfolded. The puzzle was a simple 5x5 square of the picture of a rabbit. -A-1 completed it in 7 minutes and 45 seconds and -A-2 completed it 8 minutes and 12 seconds. After that, they were put to work together, while still blindfolded on a 10x10 puzzle of the picture of a hawk. They were able to complete the task in 6 minutes and 23 seconds.
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Analysis: The combined efforts of -A-1 and -A-2 resulted on the completion of the 10x10 puzzle faster then each one of them were able to complete the first 5x5, which is a remarkable result, since the 10x10 puzzle has four times more pieces. This implies that the combined efforts of high ambient TR Levels results on the potentialization of SCP-6153 influence. The benchmark results to single individuals given the same puzzle were: 28 minutes 47 seconds (TR 3), 23 minutes 32 seconds (TR 8), 18 minutes 17 seconds (TR 13), 14 minutes 56 seconds (TR 18)
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Test 6153-5-B
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Procedure: One instance of SCP-6153-A with TR level of 13 and a SCP-6153-B with TR level of -13 were asked to repeat the procedures in Test 6153-5.
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Results: The -A instance finished the first part of the test in 7 minutes and 57 seconds. The -B was unable to finish it in under 1 hour, when one of the puzzle pieces disappeared, rendering the test unfeasible. When put together to perform the second part of the test, it took 44 minutes and 43 seconds for completion.
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Analysis: When let free, diametrical opposite TR levels seems to nulify each other. This would explain the reason why 6153 intervation seems to follow an average on day to day basis. As urban areas grew more densely populated with time, the distribution of ambient TR levels would even out in most geographical areas.
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Test 6153-6
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Procedure: A baseline D-Class is to be given a standard 100 piece puzzle and told to complete it. A Thaumaturgical ritual is then to be performed to lower the subject's Tyche level, and turn it into an SCP-6153-B instance. The subject is then to complete a similar puzzle again, and the times are to be compared.
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Results: Before the transformation, the subject took 30 minutes and 14 seconds to complete the puzzle. The ritual was then performed, to lower the subject's Tyche level to -40, far lower than expected. Before the final piece was placed in the puzzle, after 1 hour and 56 minutes, the room the subject was in exploded, killing the SCP-6153-B instance and 27 Foundation personnel. An investigation later revealed that the explosion was caused by a build-up of combustible gases underneath the testing chamber and the lighting of Researcher Tennyson's cigar.
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Analysis: Testing with this phenomenon is extremely dangerous and unpredictable.
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Addendum 6153.2: Project Head Gary Tyler's Resignation Notice.
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Recent events have led me to the realization of this phenomenon's true nature, and the risks it poses to human life. Imagine the destruction this could cause. Containment breaches, spontaneous combustion, and hell, even the Veil could break because of this. We need to stop testing. What if we were wrong, and ± 40 wasn't the limit? As my final action as, SCP-6153 Project Head, I have officially halted all testing with SCP-6153 indefentley. I have sent my resignation notice into Site-01 command. To the new director, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.
Summary: SCP-6153 is a widespread probabilistic anomaly, affecting either beneficial or harmful events occurring to an individual, colloquially known as "luck".
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Reason: Project Lakshmi focuses on utilizing the effects of SCP-6153 to constructively enhance the performance of Foundation personnel to better enact and carry out containment tasks and procedures, to hopefully minimize the risks posed by any third party.
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Functionality: Through the use of thaumaturgic rituals conducted by trained Foundation personnel, the components of SCP-6153 (mainly Tyche Radiation) can be successfully manipulated and transferred to chosen individuals. These individuals would then be tasked with maintaining the containment of certain anomalies.
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Proposal Status:ACCEPTED. Further establishment protocols will be offered soon.
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Following the acceptance and agreement on the proposal, the Department of Thaumaturgic Research and the Department of Applied Thaumaturgy attempted to create a Thaumaturgic ritual that allows Tyche radiation to be directly transferred from one entity to another. The procedure (designation the Tyche Radiation Transfer) is contained below.
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One SCP-6153-A or -B instance, with the desired Tyche Radiation Level, hereafter referred to as "Giver"
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One human (or inanimate object, see Test 6153-7), to receive the desired Tyche Level, designated "Receiver"
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2 golden chalices, each containing .5 liters of blood belonging to a Sus domesticus1, designated "chalice"
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2 strung amulets composed of jade, displaying seven circles, imbued with Sharp EVE by a Class II or higher Thaumaturgist, hereafter referred to as "necklace"
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The Giver is to stand 5 meters in front of the Receiver, who is to be kneeling.
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The Receiver and the Giver are both to don a necklace
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The Giver is then to speak the words "Tibi do, Magne, fortunam meam si accepturus es."2
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The Receiver is then to say "Si dederis, accipio"3
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Both the Receiver and the Giver are to consume the blood located within the chalices
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The Giver is to place their dominant hand on the forehead of the giver.
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Once the appropriate amount of TR is transferred, the Giver is then to remove their hand. For each second placed, approximately 2 TR is transferred.
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Following the creation of Tyche Radiation Transfer, the Department of Anomalous Probability proceeded to conduct basic and early testing on the effects of SCP-6153. After several weeks, SCP-6153 demonstrated its anomalous properties with the expected accuracy, and thus the Department began to oversee trial runs regarding Project Lakshmi.
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Test 6153-7
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Subject: In light of Test 6153-3, a test was conducted to see if TRT (Tyche Radiation Transfer) could be utilized by a group.
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Procedure: A group of 5 individuals proficient in thaumaturgy engaged in a ritual to complete a TRT from a type A instance with an ambient Tyche Radiation level of +14, to a group of 3 type B instances with ambient Tyche Radiation levels of -3, -11, and -7
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Results: The TRT was performed successfully, with the ambient radiation level of the type A instances being reduced to +3 and each of the former type B instances being increased to +2, -4, and -2 respectively. Testing revealed that all surrounding personnel were unaffected by the ritual and had consistent Tyche Radiation levels throughout.
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Analysis: It is possible to execute a successful TRT into a group from an individual.
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Test 6153-8
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Procedure: TRT was successfully performed on James Halloran, Director of Finances at Site-87.
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Results: James Halloran's TR level increased to +19, and site distribution of funds became extremely efficient.
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Analysis: Usage of SCP-6153 has proven immensely beneficial, and I have submitted a request for further use of TRT to assist in site operations. - Dr Malcolm Reese
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Test 6153-9-B
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Procedure: MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") is to have its members turned into SCP-6153-A instances via TRT.
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Results: All missions performed by MTF Alpha-1 since have been significantly more successful, with a 43% increase in success rate.
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Analysis: Usage of the TRT on other MTFs is currently being reviewed. - Senior Field Agent Maranda Brinker, Director of Task Forces and MTF Alpha-1 Lead.
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Test 6153-9
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Procedure: TRT is to be used on an inanimate object that has a cultural connection to luck (the detached foot of a Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus4) and scanned to see if SCP-6153 effects inamite objects.
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Results: The procedure was performed successfully, with the Tyche level being raised to an ambient level of +13.
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Analysis: TRT works on inanimates too. We need to test this more. -Dr. Malcolm Reese
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Test 6153-9-B
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Procedure: Utilizing the TR implanted rabbit's foot, a Class D subject was instructed to tell Dr. Malcolm Reese the number he was thinking of.
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Results: Subject successfully guessed a number from 1-10 7 times in a row before incorrectly guessing.
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Analysis: Intriguing, considering that making inanimate -A instances is less taxing on our thaumaturgists, it would be more efficient to produce them instead of imbuing humans with SCP-6153. However, inanimate instances are noticeably weaker than sentient ones. Further testing is required. -Dr. Malcolm Reese
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Test 6153-9-C
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Procedure: A shipment of standard issue plasmatic rifles to GOI-007 ("Global Occult Coalition") is to be intercepted and have a TRT performed on them in an attempt to lower Tyche levels. The drivers are then to be amnesticized and released, bringing the weapons back to GOC headquarters.
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Results: The Tyche levels of the rifles were reduced to -6, and since, all hostile encounters with GOI-007 have had a 32% increase in success rate.
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Analysis: The use of weaponizing inanimate SCP-6153-B instances against other GOIs is currently being reviewed. -O5-4
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Test 6153-10
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Procedure: A easily producible object (in this case, a 15 cm wide steel sphere) is to have a TRT performed on it, in an attempt to "store" Tyche for ease of distribution.
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Results: An SCP-6153-A with a Tyche Radiation of +12 performed successfully performed the procedure, lowering their Tyche levels to -0.3, and raising the object's to +12.7.
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Analysis: The ability to store Tyche has nearly infinite potential, and if we were to automate this… . More testing is necessary.- Dr. Reese
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Test 6153-10-B
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Procedure: A easily producible object (in this case, a 15 cm wide steel sphere) is to have a TRT performed on it, in an attempt to "store" Tyche for ease of distribution. Multiple subjects are to be used in order to determine the maximum amount of Tyche Radiation transferable.
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Results: Three (3) SCP-6153-A instances with Tyche levels of +14, +17, and +13, respectively, successfully performed the transfer. Upon completion, the first two instances both reached baseline levels, however, the third instance retained a non-baseline level of +4.5. It was revealed afterwards that the sphere had a radiation of exactly +40, confirming beliefs that +40 is the highest possible Tyche radiation.
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Analysis: Storage of SCP-6153 is possible, although costing us a lot of pig blood. We need to find a better way to do this. - Dr. Samantha Redwood
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Test 6153-10-C
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Procedure: A easily producible object (in this case, a 15 cm wide steel sphere) is to have Tyche Radiation stored within via use of a para-technological Thaumaturgical trigger5.
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Results: Using several SCP-6153-A instances, the object successfully absorbed +40 Tyche Radiation.
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Analysis: We'll have to do a few more tests before moving on to -B's but this seems to be working. -Dr. Samantha Redwood
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Procedure: A Thaumaturgical trigger is to be attached to a beryllium-bronze funnel, located over a 15 cm wide steel sphere, in an attempt to transfer Tyche Radiation automatically. A conveyor belt is then to shift the sphere, and provide another transfer onto another sphere.
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Results: The test was successful, averaging 3.4 SCP-6153-A instances per sphere, at a rate of 1 -A instance every 10 minutes.
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Analysis: The machine created for this test has been dubbed SCP-6153-Ω. Now onto storing -Bs - Dr. Samantha Redwood
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Test 6153-12
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Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber.
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Results: After 2 hours of containment, the instance of SCP-6153-B suddenly heated to a temperature believed to be over 3,500 Kelvin and melted through the containment locker, neutralizing it. It is currently theorized that an Einstein-Rosen bridge6 opened on the surface of star Betelgeuse for approximately 2 minutes, due to the similar temperature and detection of a spacial anomaly by Foundation Deep Space Satellites.
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Analysis: This will be the "baseline" for the effects of SCP-6153-B on containment. - Dr. Samantha Redwood
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Test 6153-12-B
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Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. A Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed underneath the locker, in an attempt to see how SCP-6153 is affected by SRAs.
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Results: After 4 hours and 12 minutes of containment, a vat of acid on the floor above the testing chamber burst due to a build up of pressure. The acid proceed to seep through the floor, and dissolved the locker, neutralizing the SCP-6153-B instance as well.
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Analysis: Although it seems an SRA reduces the potency of SCP-6153-B, more testing must be done to see if this was simply a coincidence. -Dr. Malcolm Reese
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Test 6153-12-C
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Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. A Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed underneath the locker, in an attempt to see how SCP-6153 is affected by SRAs.
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Results: After 3 hours and 57 minutes of containment, an experimental para-technological device created by the 'Pataphysics department misfired and conceptually erased the SCP-6153-B instance, theorizing to have neutralized it.
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Analysis: These two tests imply that SCP-6153 effects, at least in part, baseline reality levels. However, this does not solve the containment issues. I wonder if we could follow the success of an older test. - Dr. Samantha Redwood
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Test 6153-12-D
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Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. The instance is to be placed to another sphere with a Tyche level of +40, created via the same means.
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Results: After two days, the SCP-6153-A and -B instances were unchanged.
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Analysis: Now we have a way to store these. I have sent in a proposal to O5-12. - Dr. Samantha Redwood.
Bruce Willis, who plays Philip Deering in "Oh, Doug!"
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6156 is contained in a standard anomalous object containment locker.
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Description: SCP-6156 is a VHS tape produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, which was found at the main entrance to Site-43. A note was attached to SCP-6156 when it was first discovered, reading "To Phil, we were all very moved by your experiences, and we hope this short episode can perhaps inspire you as well!"
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The contents of SCP-6156 consist of a single episode of a show called "Oh, Doug!" It is a black-and-white sitcom reminiscent of those produced in the late 1950's to early 1960's. The show focuses mainly on SCP-5056, with several other personnel from Site-43 appearing throughout the episode. All personnel are played by actors, many of whom are high-profile within the entertainment industry1. The plot of the episode consists of Philip Deering, SCP-5056-B, attempting to buy Amelia Torosyan a wedding anniversary gift. Notably, the anomalous properties of SCP-5056 as portrayed in SCP-6156 are occasionally inconsistent with its actual properties2; SCP-5056-A will often manifest in scenes without Deering present, and other characters are often able to hear it speak.
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After viewing a full episode of SCP-6156, subjects will report an entity similar to SCP-5056-A manifesting in mirrors near them, often chiding them on their involvement with the Foundation. Unlike SCP-5056-A, these manifestations are only viewed by their host, and after several hours, they will cease. Only Philip Deering is immune to this effect.
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Addendum 6156.1: Below is an abridged log of the contents of SCP-6156. For brevity's sake, not all scenes have been included here; a full log is available upon request.
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[Show opens with a title card reading "Oh, Doug!" A swing rhythm begins playing.]
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Narrator:3 Back at it again, Doug? What shenanigans are you up to now?
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Audience:4 Oh, Doug! [Audience begins clapping and cheering.]
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[The title card fades to black. The opening scene fades in, showing Philip Deering5 and Amelia Torosyan6 embracing in one of the Site-43 corridors.]
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Torosyan: I can't believe we've almost been married for five years! It's been wonderful!
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Deering: I never thought I'd find a woman like you. Especially not one who's okay with me having another significant other.
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[Audience laughs. Torosyan lets go of Deering and smirks.]
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Torosyan: Oh, Doug's okay. I think I've gotten used to him. Besides, who else would be able to match me in a game of checkers?
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[Audience laughs. Deering's expression changes to one of exaggerated frustration.]
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Torosyan: I'm sorry dear, you're just not good at the game! [She winks.] But that's not what's most important to me anyway. You'll always be my special someone.
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[Torosyan kisses Deering on the cheek.]
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Audience: Aww!
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[Deering looks down and smiles sheepishly.]
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Unknown:[Over the loudspeaker.] Ah, Chief Torosyan, could you come to the lobby please? Thilo Zwist is here and he keeps yelling about how you confiscated his bike? It's apparently got some sort of word stuff on it and now he's missing his teeth.
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[Audience laughs. Torosyan rolls her eyes.]
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Torosyan: I don't even want to know what that's about. But, duty calls.
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[Torosyan kisses Deering on the lips. The audience claps until she pulls away.]
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Torosyan: I can't wait for tomorrow! You're going to love the present I got you.
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Deering: I can't wait either!
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[Torosyan walks out of frame. Deering's expression changes to one of panic. He walks to a mirror hanging on the walls and knocks on it.]
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Deering: Doug! I need your help!
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[SCP-5056-A7 manifests in the mirror. The audience cheers and claps loudly.]
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SCP-5056-A: Well, well, well. Did someone forget about the anniversary?
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Deering: I didn't forget! I just lost track of time!
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SCP-5056-A: Well, maybe if you were better at your job, you'd have more time for what you want. Like not forgetting your anniversary.
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[Audience boos and jeers.]
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Deering: You cut that out. We've got a serious situation on our hands!
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SCP-5056-A:You've got a serious situation on your hands. I'm a very well-off bachelor.
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[A female researcher8 walks by. SCP-5056-A whistles at her.]
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SCP-5056-A: Hey sweetheart, off to do something unethical?
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[Audience laughs. The researcher continues walking but flips her middle finger at SCP-5056-A.]
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SCP-5056-A: Ah, the wonders of being single.
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Deering: I think that's called harassment.
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SCP-5056-A: I think you're called not employee of the month.
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[Audience laughs. Deering pounds on the mirror.]
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Deering: Damn you, Doug! Are you gonna help me or not?
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SCP-5056-A: Fine, fine. So, you don't know your own wife well enough to know what she wants. Either you're overworked or you're just a bad husband.
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Deering:[Sighs] That's not it. It's just, I can't get off the Site, they won't let me. I just need to be able to slip past the guard so I can go to the store and buy something really quick. Now, here's the plan…
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[Deering whispers to SCP-5056-A, who nods and strokes its chin thoughtfully.]
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SCP-5056-A: Your plan sucks.
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[Audience laughs. Deering puts his face in his hands.]
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Deering: Look, unless you've got any better ideas, we've just got to go through with this.
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SCP-5056-A:[Shrugs.] Your funeral, I guess.
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[Audience laughs as the screen fades to black.]
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[Scene fades in, showing a guard9 standing in the Site-43 lobby. He whistles a tune as Deering walks into the scene.]
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Guard: Whoa, Deering. What's going on here?
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Deering: Hey, I just need to go off-Site for a bit. I'll be back in a couple hours.
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Guard: Sorry pal, can't let you do that. I'm under orders.
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[SCP-5056-A manifests in a mirror on the wall. The guard shrieks.]
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SCP-5056-A: Oh come on. I'm not that ugly!
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Guard: I keep forgetting about you, Doug, sorry. And you're not ugly at all, don't worry about it!
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SCP-5056-A: That's sweet of you, man. You know who is ugly though? Philip Deering.
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[The guard looks at Deering and nods. Audience laughs.]
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Guard: Yeah, yeah. I can see that.
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SCP-5056-A: But you wanna know when he was even uglier? [Holds up a photo album.] When he was a kid! You wanna see all his embarrassing photos?
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Guard: Hell yeah I do!
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[Deering walks over to SCP-5056-A.]
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Deering:[Whispers loudly.] What the hell are you doing?
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SCP-5056-A: Hey, do you want me to distract him or not?
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[Deering groans. The guard walks over to SCP-5056-A, who opens the photo album.]
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SCP-5056-A: Oh, this is a great place to start! Here he is at his first high school dance, look at those braces! He actually ended up wetting himself when the first girl came up to him, but…
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[SCP-5056-A's voice trails off. Deering begins walking towards the exit, but another guard10 walks on set.]
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Guard 2: Hey!
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[Guard 2 pulls out a handgun and shoots Deering in the torso. Deering clutches his chest, and blood can be seen pouring out of his wound. Audience laughs.]
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Deering: Ow! What the hell, man!
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[Guard 2 shoots Deering in the leg, and the sound of bone being broken is audible. Deering falls to the ground. Audience continues laughing.]
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Guard 2: What do you think you're doing?
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Deering: What do you think you're doing?
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[Guard 2 points his gun at Deering again, who raises his hands.]
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Guard 1: Wait, what's going on over here?
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Guard 2: Deering here was just trying to escape the site!
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Guard 1: What?
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[Guard 1 pulls out his handgun and shoots Deering in the chest again. By this point, some of Deering's organs have begun falling out. Audience laughs.]
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Deering: Argh! Stop! For the love of God, stop! Please! Don't kill me!
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Guard 1: Uh, why not?
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Deering: What do you mean why not?
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Guard 2: I mean, you are trying to escape the Site.
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Deering: I'm not trying to escape, I work here!
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Guard 1: Hey, at least we didn't shoot like, the Director or something.
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Guard 2: Yeah, like, if we're wrong about shooting you, we can just get a new guy!
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[Audience laughs. The scene fades to black.]
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Researcher's Note: The next several scenes consist of Deering's attempts to leave Site-43. Each time, he is heavily injured, and the guards verbally berate him for his uselessness and expendability; they are occasionally joined in this behavior by SCP-5056-A. These logs have been removed for brevity.
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[Scene once again opens in the Site-43 lobby. Both guards are stationed by the door. Deering walks into frame, wearing several bandages and casts. The guards point their weapons at him.]
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Deering: Wait. Please. I'm not trying to escape.
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Guard 1: Oh, okay.
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[Both guards put their guns away. They look at Deering awkwardly. The audience chuckles.]
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Guard 2: So wait, what are you doing here then?
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Deering: Why can't I leave? What am I even going to do? I can keep Doug in my watch or something!
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SCP-5056-A:[Appears in the mirror.] Fat chance, buster.
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[Audience laughs.]
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Guard 1: Look, man, I'm sorry. But you're technically in containment, and so we can't let you out without orders.
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[Dr. Harold Blank11 walks into the lobby, eating an abnormally large hot dog.]
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Guard 1: Hello, Doctor Blank! How's your meal?
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Blank:[With his mouth full.] Howdy there!
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Guard 2: You probably shouldn't talk with your mouth full.
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Blank: Shut up. I outrank you.
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[Audience laughs. Suddenly, Blank begins choking on his hot dog.]
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Deering: Sir!
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[Deering rushes over and performs the Heimlich maneuver on Blank. Immediately, the hot dog is dislodged from his throat. The crowd cheers.]
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Blank: You… you saved my life.
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Deering: I guess so, yeah.
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Blank: Please, how can I ever repay you?
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Deering: Well, it is mine and Amelia's anniversary tomorrow. I was wondering if you could maybe let me off-Site for a bit so I can get her a gift?
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Blank: Pfft, hell no!
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[Audience laughs.]
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Blank: Tell you what though, I have a certificate, I can make you Employee of the Month!
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Deering: Can you at least take some of my money and bring me the gift I want to buy?
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Blank: Ugh, fine, I guess. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. But I'm keeping the change!
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[Audience laughs. Screen fades to black.]
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[Scene fades into Chief Torosyan's office. She is filling out papers when Deering walks in. Torosyan rushes towards him.]
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Torosyan: Come on dear, let's get you in a seat, okay?
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[Torosyan helps Deering onto the couch. She sits beside him.]
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Torosyan: Honey, I can't believe you. Trying to sneak off-Site? I'm guessing Doug had something to do with this.
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[SCP-5056-A appears in a mirror on the wall.]
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SCP-5056-A: You know, I tried to stop him, but he just couldn't handle being obedient. This guy, huh?
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[Audience laughs. Torosyan ignores him.]
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Deering: Well, happy anniversary to you too, dear.
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[Audience chuckles]
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Torosyan: I just worry about you. What were you even trying to do?
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[Deering holds out his hand. He opens it to reveal an intricate necklace.]
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Audience: Aww!
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Torosyan: Sweetie…
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[The two of them embrace. The audience cheers.]
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Torosyan: I really appreciate this, Phil. But more than anything, this anniversary is about us, together. You don't need to hurt yourself for me; I love you, gift or not.
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[Deering nods.]
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Torosyan: Now, why don't we have a nice dinner and watch a movie together.
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Deering: Yep. I think I've had enough adventures for today.
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[Audience laughs.]
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Torosyan: Just don't ever try and pull a stunt like that again. I can't afford you getting yourself shot, or worse.
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SCP-5056-A: But the rest of them can afford it. After all, you're just a means of containing me. They treat you like a friend, but that will always take a backseat when it comes down to the wire. You're as loved as you are useful, Philip, and right now, you can only be useful in one way to the Foundation. Don't fool yourself.
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[Audience laughs. Deering and Torosyan both chuckle.]
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Torosyan: Oh, Doug!
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[Audience cheers as the screen fades to black. Credits roll.]
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Philip Deering was asked to view SCP-6156. Deering took note of several of the strange production choices; according to him, SCP-5056-A was particularly offended by Henry Cavill's performance as itself. When Deering was asked about his reaction to the show, he simply commented, "It wasn't very funny," before excusing himself from the interview.
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)
Special Containment Procedures: No usage of SCP-6411, in speech, writing, or any other medium, is to be permitted. Any such usage is to be considered a containment breach, and nearby available MTFs are to be mobilised to deal with it appropriately.
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The sole exceptions to the above are the original documentation of SCP-6411, which is to be kept at a high-security vault in an undisclosed site, and sentences of SCP-6411 comprised solely of lexemes1 that are known to have already escaped.
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Description: SCP-6411 is a Carpalóra-class constructed language2 created by Department of Linguistics founder Joseph Harrison in collaboration with the Department of Applied Force. Any usage of SCP-6411 that is not in line with the Special Containment Procedures will result in an SCP-6411-A event involving all lexemes used.
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SCP-6411-A events invariably result in the involved lexemes ceasing to be part of SCP-6411, instead returning to their previous locations. Often, these previous locations will be brought to the place where the event occured. Further side effects depend on the individual lexemes, and hence cannot be known in advance.
Creation: Joseph Harrison, an amateur American linguist, was commissioned by the Foundation with creating SCP-6411's base grammatical structure in 1931. This was due to multiple nomenclative breaches that occured in the previous 20 years as a result of SCP-6411 lexemes not being properly contained.
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Once SCP-6411's grammatical structure was created, a ritual conducted by the Department of Applied Force was used to convert SCP-6411 lexemes' previously nomenclative meanings into lexical meanings provided by Harrison. Due to unforeseen resonance between the lexemes, the building in which the ritual was conducted collapsed upon its completion, with the exception of its chimney, where Harrison was located. Besides Harrison, all involved personnel and entities were killed.
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Known Containment Breaches: Since SCP-6411's creation, there have been three known SCP-6411-A events. Due to the involved lexemes having been removed from SCP-6411, the original meaning of the sentences and words involved has been rendered inaccessible. The following is a log of whatever information is known regarding these events.
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SCP-6411-A-1
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Involved Utterance
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Mnamenoǵa
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Event Description
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A janitor came across SCP-6411's documentation, which was erroneously left outside of its container. While returning it to its place, the janitor mumbled the aforementioned word.
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Results
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The event resulted in the manifestation of an entity with six humanoid arms used as legs, supporting a single massive lepidopteran wing, which scuttled away. The janitor's screams alerted site security, who successfully contained the entity. The entity expired eight days later, presumably due to malnutrition, as containment specialists were unable to locate a mouth through which to feed it. Following this, documentation was moved to its current high-security location.
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SCP-6411-A-2
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6.9.2012
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Involved Utterance
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[UNKNOWN]
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Event Description
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An unidentified party is hypothesised to have used a lengthy sentence in SCP-6411 in a field near Warchały, Poland.
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A large section of the aforementioned field spontaneously grew into a dense forest, which included flora not native to Poland. It's unknown how many entities, if any, manifested, or whether any of the persons responsible for the event survived.
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SCP-6411-A-3
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27.5.2016
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Involved Utterance
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Maknên onewholeapsoverthedawnsky ielomast.
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Event Description
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A piece of previously unknown documentation of SCP-6411, presumably created in the very earliest stages of the language's design, was discovered by Junior Researcher Owens while digitising Harrison's personal writings. Upon Owens typing the aforementioned sentence, an SCP-6411-A event occurred.
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Security camera footage records two semihumanoid entities appearing behind Owens; one possesses a vulpine head protruding from its stomach rather than a humanoid one, and the other has legs that coil downwards in a spiral rather than having any clear joints. The entities notice Owens and invite him to drink tea, while addressing him as a "long-missed enemy". Owens, an only child, is startled and accepts. The vulpine-headed entity removes Owens' arm and produces three cups. The arm begins leaking a liquid into the cups, which are then distributed among the three subjects. Owens immediately faints, and the entities reattach his arm before leaving the room and disappearing from camera footage. Analysis has revealed that the liquid involved was, in fact, tree sap.
To: O5 Council
+From: O5-3
+Subject: Decommissioning of SCP-6411
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Fellow council members,
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I will begin by conceding that our predecessors' decision to create SCP-6411 was inspired. No longer could a person randomly making up names cause a containment breach - a breach could only be caused by speaking SCP-6411, since the words that comprise it really weren't names anymore.
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The one problem with this, of course, is that breaches could still be caused. And as of 2012, we have evidence that suggests that knowledge of SCP-6411 has leaked outside of the Foundation, making breaches no longer something that might occur by mistake, but something that is practically just waiting to happen again.
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There are two options I see for us here. Either we create a new language, make it the new SCP-6411, and use the same dangerous and hard to set up ritual to transfer all of SCP-6411's current vocabulary into it (and then just wait until knowledge of it leaks, too) - or we immediately move to find a way to erase the lexemes - the names - from existence completely.
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I know we traditionally haven't been fans of the latter option. But in the face of the alternatives, I personally don't see how else we can keep those things in the forest where language is the greatest of weapons.
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I'll be bringing this up for voting in our next meeting. I hope we'll see eye to eye.
Special Containment Procedure: Due to the nature of the anomaly, traditional containment is currently impossible. The current containment protocols are only aimed at keeping public awareness of SCP-6517 outside the scope of the paranormal world. SCP-6517 will be monitored by Foundation-filed agents embedded in the French police and tourist guides. Any abnormal behaviors shown by SCP-6517 must be reported to the project research head immediately.
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In the event that an SCP-6517-B instance appears in an urban area, field agents will be deployed to control and assess the situation. The Foundation's Department of External Affairs will work with the local government in the area where the SCP-6517-B instance has appeared to cover up the event with an appropriate story. This cover story will involve tourism purposes, allowing civilians to approach it as much as the circumstances permit.
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Foundation web crawlers are to scan and remove any mentions regarding knowledge about SCP-6517 or its anomalous properties from the internet.
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Update: Foundation agents are prohibited from engaging in aggressive or hostile actions against SCP-6517 or any of its instances to avoid provoking a hostile reaction from SCP-6517.
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SCP-6517.
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Description: SCP-6517 refers to the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. It is unknown when or how the Eiffel Tower acquired its anomalous properties. The examination of the tower's original blueprints and construction records did not reveal the use of any anomalous materials or occult engineering associated with the structure. The analysis of samples taken from SCP-6517 revealed that the entire structure is composed of organic material of unknown origin, resembling metal in both appearance and composition.1 The analysis also showed a match with the DNA profile of [REDACTED], though the tests were inconclusive.
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SCP-6517 possesses a network of metallic roots that extend underground through the tower's four bases and continue to grow and expand in a manner similar to non-anomalous tree roots. The total length of these roots is unknown, but laser imaging has shown that they may extend at least 4 km deep underground and horizontally span to more than 80,000 km.2 Often, these roots will begin to resurface and breach the earth in or near urban areas around the world, and will then start to grow in size and intertwine with each other. When this occurs, an instance of SCP-6517-B will be created.
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SCP-6517-B are near-identical replicas of the Eiffel Tower. These replicas exhibit some deviations from the original tower, including but not limited to differences in size and height to decorative details, and can in shape range from a simplified version of SCP-6517 to an exact one-to-one replica. It was later discovered that SCP-6517-B instances emit a memetic effect that causes human viewers to ignore the abnormal and sudden appearance of the tower, leading them to believe that the tower has always existed in its current location.3
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SCP-6517-B-05 instance in Las Vegas.
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Due to a notable increase in the frequency of SCP-6517-B instances creation since the 1980s, to the present day. Project researchers speculate the potential of an EFK-class end-of-world scenario. According to this theory, SCP-6517-B instances will proliferate rapidly in urban areas worldwide, concentrating in dense clusters. As a result, the growth of these structures will displace surrounding human infrastructure, eventually rendering civilian life within cities and urban zones impossible.
Document-6517-06-023: The following documents have been collected from Maurice Koechlin's memoirs, which are believed to be responsible for creating the Eiffel Tower's original blueprint.
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07 May, 1884
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Original Eiffel Tower blueprint that was found with journal. Drawn by Maurice Koechlin.
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Finally, after a long evening of planning, erasing, and drawing, I now have in my possession the blueprint of the tower that I discussed with Émile. While the drawing itself was not the most challenging part, trying to simplify our ideas about the tower's design on paper was harder to conceptualize. Since the announcement of the Exposition Universelle4 design competition, Émile and I have spent days deciding what we would present to Mr. Eiffel for the competition. Our ideas have finally come together, and we have settled on this model to work with. A great pylon, consisting of four lattice girders standing apart at the base and coming together at the top, joined together by metal trusses at regular intervals.
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+Despite Émile's and my optimism about the design, convincing Mr. Eiffel is another matter entirely. Eiffel's company is one of the most prestigious architectural firms, with many engineering marvels bearing our name in France and around the world. Therefore, I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Eiffel remains cautious about the initial concept.
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09 May, 1884
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+We have already presented the tower's design to Mr. Eiffel, and I must say, I did not expect him to express such enthusiasm for the initial concept. This is a good sign, but of course, he wasn't entirely satisfied with my drawing. He requested more decretive details and improvements before approving the plan. Perhaps I can come up with something new if I brainstorm a bit with Émile.
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+18 May, 1884
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+A few days ago, Émile introduced me to a man named Mr. Jean Barsan. He told me that Barsan is an old acquaintance of his, and an architectural artist, and believes he has some ideas that could add some architectural embellishments to the tower's exterior. While I am not opposed to a fellow architect sharing his artistic vision with us, I can't shake the feeling that something about this man is unsettling. His smile alone gives me a sense of discomfort. I don't want to seem rude in front of Émile's friend, and I can't quite pinpoint what's wrong with me. Mr. Barsan seems like a pleasant person overall—I'm probably just anxious about the project.
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+It worked! Mr. Barsan added decorative arches to the base, a glass pavilion to the first level, and the cupola at the top to our design, and it appears that this was enough for Mr. Eiffel to approve it. We've sold the patent, and everything is going smoothly. It seems I was just being paranoid because of the tower.
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15 February, 1888
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+This is truly a sad day for the world of modern architecture. Today, we were informed that Mr. Eiffel, following the trial related to the Panama scandal, has resigned from his position as head of the company and announced his intention to sever ties with the institutions bearing his name. I also received a telegram notifying me of my appointment as Director of Management. At the very least, I can ensure that the tower will be constructed as planned.
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+When I met Mr. Barsan this evening at the tower’s construction site, he said to me, "It is truly unfortunate to lose a colleague with the experience and creativity of Gustave, but we can't keep flogging a dead horse. After all, the French Empire wasn’t built without sacrificing some brave soldiers in the pursuit of spreading French values." While I admire Jean's dedication to the project, it seems to me that his patriotist spirit occasionally causes him to lose sight of the real goal. I fail to see how Mr. Eiffel's resignation adds any value to the tower. If anything, it only makes the situation more challenging.
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31 March, 1889
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+It’s finally here. I’m writing this as I stand before the tower, after all these years of waiting. The 1889 Exposition is witnessing the greatest masterpiece French architecture has ever produced. This colossal 300-meter tower stands tall in the heart of the capital, just as I envisioned it. I couldn’t care less about the criticisms of those whining children who lost to our concept. Anyone can critique, but not everyone can create something of equal grandeur. “I’m glad the view of the capital from the top was worth all the effort,” Émile told me when we reached the summit. As he and I descended, Jean decided to stay a little longer—I don’t blame him if he wanted to.
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+15 May, 1889
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+It has been about a week since the exposition commenced here in Paris, and we have welcomed numerous distinguished visitors. However, I cannot help but note Jean’s conspicuous absence. Given his initial enthusiasm for this project, it is indeed perplexing that he would choose to miss this significant occasion.
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I have consulted with Émile regarding Jean's whereabouts. His repeated assertion is that Jean is engaged in another project outside the country and will not return in the immediate future. While this explanation may appear sufficient, I still find the entire situation warrants further scrutiny.
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+Document-6517-10-056: The following documents have been collected from Emile Nouguier's personal constructions record.
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The construction is progressing steadily, and the tower should be completed within two years at the latest. However, the same cannot be said for the sphere. I have offered my assistance to Jean on several occasions, but he insists on handling everything on his own. If I didn’t know the man as well as I do, I might accuse him of being obstinate and causing delays, but I understand his relentless pursuit of perfection. It’s not selfishness—it’s his meticulous nature. Still, it frustrates me to see the project dragged on when it could benefit from collaboration.
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Jean has finally completed the work on the sphere, and I must admit, it surpasses my expectations. The only task that remains is to power it up. For a brief moment, I feared we might have to resort to some archaic ritual, like barbarians, but I was taken aback when Jean declared he would undertake this himself. He spoke of this being the most significant project of his life, and that’s precisely why he feels compelled to shoulder the responsibility alone.
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I didn’t attempt to dissuade him, knowing well that my words would have little effect. Jean has always demonstrated a readiness to go to great lengths for his craft—a truth I’ve recognized since our last venture in the city of Velmont.5 So, let whatever may come, come.
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+Document-6517-12-030: The following documents have been collected from Thomas Edison's personal journal after his return from Paris.
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Today, after arriving in Paris, I had the opportunity to inspect Mr. Gustave Eiffel's tower during the Exposition. While I respect the engineering behind it—Eiffel is a clever man—I still maintain that the structure is a blemish on the skyline, resembling an unfinished power plant more than a monument.
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However, the real event of the day was something I’ll not soon forget. I nearly lost my life. As I climbed the tower with Jimmy, we approached the edge of the platform to get a better view of the city. It was then that I stumbled on something, losing my balance. If Jimmy hadn’t grabbed me, I’d have been dashed to the ground below. When I turned back to see what had tripped me, I discovered it was a set of metal rods jutting from the platform’s surface. The oddest thing was that these rods hadn’t been there before, and for a moment, they resembled a human hand—before receding into the floor.
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Now, I’m no fool, nor am I prone to flights of fancy. Jimmy saw it, too. But I’ve decided not to speak of this to anyone. My work is rooted in facts and reason, and I won’t let an unexplained anomaly tarnish my scientific standing.
Background: Jean Barsan is a French architectural anartist and a confirmed member of "Are WE Cool Yet?" (AWCY?). It is believed that Jean officially joined the group in 1876 when he was accepted into a group called "Association Des Architectes Cools Francais,"6 (AACF) which is believed to have originated as an independent branch of AWCY? This club was a gathering of anartists specializing in anomalous architecture and structure design.7
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During a comprehensive survey of anomalous objects discovered in France, it was confirmed that the PoI-124 had been involved in the creation of multiple sites and buildings exhibiting non-Euclidean properties, both before and following his membership in the AACF. The most recent finding pertains to a villa in Marseille, where passing through any door within the property results in the individual being randomly transported to a different room in ███████ with each traversal.
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In 1879, PoI-124 was officially expelled from the AACF. The specific reasons for his expulsion remain undocumented. However, according to the statements by the remaining members about him: "His methods and worldview were far too excessively extreme, even by the organization's standards." Following his expulsion, there were no further reports of anomalous objects linked to PoI-124 until his involvement in the design of SCP-6517 was later uncovered.
In 2007, an instance designated SCP-6517-B-11 appeared in Tianducheng, China. During that time, agents affiliated with the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) stationed in China managed to uncover the anomalous properties of the instance that manifested there, and the GOC successfully established communication with the People's Republic of China government before the Foundation's field agents were able to implement standard handling protocols. In cooperation with the Chinese government, all civilians in Tianducheng and within a 6 km radius of SCP-6517-B-11 were evacuated. At ██:██ pm, a surface-to-surface missile was launched at SCP-6517-B-11 from one of the GOC bases in ████████, ██ km away, to neutralize the instance.
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SCP-6517-B-11 [REDACTED], during Incident-6517-Echo-11. Photographer unknown
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The data retrieved from the GOC by the Foundation indicates that the procedure destroyed a big portion of SCP-6517-B-11. However, this was followed by a violent reaction from the entity. The GOC report states that SCP-6517-B-11 retracted [REDACTED] seismic activity, followed by releasing a wave of energy of unknown origin, resulting in the deaths of ██ GOC agents and ██ Chinese military personnel confirmed to have been involved in the operation that targeted the entity. SCP-6517-B-11 then started regenerating itself from the damage. Ten minutes later, the tower emitted a second energy wave, which, although its effects were not immediately observed, later revealed that an unknown number of people within an undefined radius of SCP-6517-B-11 had forgotten how to speak their native language and adopted French instead.
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Tianducheng City after Incident-6517-Echo-11.
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After SCP-6517 had fully regenerated, the surrounding buildings and structures in Tianducheng began to distort and redesign themselves physically. This event lasted for 40 minutes, after which all surrounding buildings had transformed into traditional French architecture, closely resembling a replica of Paris. A subsequent examination of the city revealed the presence of a spatial-temporal anomaly in ███████ ████ Street that leads to ███████, 0.3 km in downtown ███████. Further research is required.
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In addition, a residential apartment was discovered at ██████ ████ designated as PoI-124-A2. A comparison of the design and the location of PoI-124-A2 with the architectural plans and property ownership records in Paris revealed that it matches the former residence of PoI-124. The apartment is furnished in a 20th-century style and has been found to contain various documents and journals believed to have belonged to PoI-124, one of which has been designated as document-6517-21-035. (See addendum-6517-04.)
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Closing Note: Following the incident, the SCP Foundation contacted the Chinese government to take over the handling of SCP-6517-B-11 from the GOC. Standard containment procedures were implemented for the case. A campaign was launched by the Foundation's field agents, during which all witnesses to the incident, including civilians and Chinese military personnel, were administered Class-B amnestics.
Document-6517-21-035: The following document was recovered from PoI-124-A2, on ██/██/2007.
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Project Proposal 1889-228: "La dame de fer"
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Name: Jean Barsan
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Title: La dame de fer
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Material Requirements:
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70kg of cement (Already used in the sphere).
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The French flag (Already used in the sphere).
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The thunder of Zeus (Already used in the sphere).
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The spirit of the French Revolution ( I'll save this for the last step).
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A monument that will represent the French Republic (This will be the Eiffel Tower)
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Abstract: The first step is to wait for the tower's construction to be completed.
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The sphere will be placed at the highest point on the tower, where the sun meets the horizon, aligning perfectly with the sphere.
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Next, the sphere must be powered, and for that, I will summon the spirit of the French Revolution. To do this, I will need to use mine as a host for the spirit. If everything goes according to plan, the sphere will merge with the tower’s structure, allowing it to expand.
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The final step will be to extend the tower's foundations underground and then to any location on the planet. If the spirit can remember its original form, I will be able to reconstruct the tower with varying precision, but it should serve its purpose.
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Intent: As for myself, I like to think that I've been a patriot since I was a child. When I was young, I always enjoyed reading about the Napoleonic wars, a time when our nation was at the height of its power and glory. The only cowardly way we were defeated was by others avoiding direct combat with us in the first place. And although we are still considered one of the great powers today, I feel that our downfall isn’t far off. It’s the cycle of life for every empire that has reached its golden age—to eventually fall back into darkness.
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In addition to history, art was one of the hobbies that held a special place in my heart. I wanted to become an artist, but of course, my father had a different idea. He wanted me to specialize in mathematics and accounting. Naturally, I didn’t want to give up my passion for art, but I wasn’t in a position to stand up to my father. However, I managed to reach a compromise with him and decided to specialize in architectural design. Architecture wasn’t what I initially envisioned as an artistic field, but I’ll admit that I grew to love it over time.
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In the years that followed, nothing particularly remarkable happened in my life. I went to college, met Émile there, graduated, and started working for various architecture firms. But the turning point came when I discovered a new field of art—a field that would give my architectural creations a new dimension, a spirit of their own, allowing them to speak for themselves. Unfortunately, there weren’t many people interested in this field, and some exhibitions in France even banned it. However, I eventually managed to find and join a community here in Paris that shared my liberating artistic vision—or so I thought, until I realized they were just a group of arrogant, envious individuals lacking any sense of adventure into the unknown, and my last adventure with them was during the exhibition held in Velmont, and among everything showcased there, my piece was so magnificent that it made the city jump. Because of this, they came up with some feeble excuses to expel me from the community. But I see it as liberation from their boxed-in ideas. I regret nothing.
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Simply put, my works have always depicted the golden age of the Republic, representing how our values and ideas influenced the world in both the past and the future. The Eiffel Tower will be the true portrayal of France: an elegant and cultured lady, yet also strong and stubborn like iron, extending her values like roots to all the civilized nations of the world and establishing them.
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I have grown old now and considered retiring for a while, but not before making a grand exit, which is why I trust no one but myself to undertake this task.
After what happened with the GOC, I have become certain that neutralizing SCP-6517 using physical force is crossed out of our options.
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My analysis of the incident in China leads me to believe that the tower might be sentient, which could indicate the presence of some spirit inhabiting it. Therefore, my alternative proposal is to apply traditional exorcism to the tower, which might completely neutralize its anomalous properties. Its either that, or we're gonna have to remove the entire country of France from the existence. But, witnessing the results of the last neutralization attempt, makes me question whether it is truly worth the risk.
During a routine database check, we discovered a written entry in this file. The page's history does not show that the entry was added by any authorized staff member, and all personnel have denied responsibility for it. Attempts to remove or edit the entry have failed, as it resists any attempts to modify or delete it from the page source.
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Please disregard anything that comes after this notice. We ask all staff members to refrain from intervening or attempting to resolve the issue by themselves until we find a solution.
From hèré, I cAn sée thè world whèn it wAs chAnging And rèbuilding itsèlf. How could I not whèn I Am highèr thAn what fish cAn fly?
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If pèoplè wAnt to sée mè, thè Républic will jump from its plAce to thèm. Do not try to stop mè AwAy or sènd mè undèrground AgAin, or I will bè forcèd to wèAr my réd hAt, pArtnèr, And thèn I will upsidè down your office. I wArn you.
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Don't think you cAn surpAss mè just bécAusè you'rè wéAring your téèth's crown, I am not A toothpick, And thè blAck moon won't howl As long As thè sun crow. so, just rèlAx, Admirè thè béAuty of thè towèr whilè you sip on bAguèttè And èAt somè winè, évèrything will bè finè.
Thorley is in the kitchen washing dishes. Meanwhile, in the living room, Thorley is sitting on Thorley, who is sitting on their futon, watching Goncharov on their TV. Thorley is lying down next to them with their eyes closed.
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Goncharov: "And one for the table!"
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Thorley cheers. Thorley blows a raspberry on the back of their neck. Thorley giggles. Next to them, Thorley rolls over.
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Thorley lowers the television volume.
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Thorley:mumbling No more… no more bagels… no…
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Thorley begins running their fingers through Thorley's hair.
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Thorley's expression softens. They move closer to Thorley, rubbing their face against them and making a soft exhale noise before becoming stationary again.
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Thorley quietly giggles. Thorley covers their mouth. Thorley walks over with a blanket and drapes it over Thorley, before sitting down in front of the futon to watch Goncharov. Thorley tussles their hair.
Alex Thorley sits on their futon alone in their office
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Thorley: Hey.
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Television static appears on the recording.
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Thorley: Stop. I-I'm sorry, I can't do this.
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Thorley: This. Us.
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Silence is heard on the recording.
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Silence.
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Thorley: No. I've been talking to Dr.
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Thorley:No. Not like that. About our relationship. About me.
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Thorley: Thank you. I'm sorry. This isn't… this isn't how I wanted this to go. I tried. I did. But I just… couldn't do it. I know it sounds selfish I just….
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the isolated nature of its attacks, SCP-6741 has yet to be apprehended. Mobile Task Forces operating from Site-8 are authorized to respond to sightings. If located, SCP-6741 should not be directly interfered with; instead, containment efforts are to focus on capturing the anomaly after its feeding cycle concludes.
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Subjects affected by the secondary properties of SCP-6741 are to be euthanized. Rescue is not to be attempted.
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Personal effects of SCP-6741 victims are to be collected for storage, and their homes seized by a Foundation front company and condemned. Further measures are generally unnecessary. Amnestics may be administered to witnesses on a case-by-case basis.
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Description: SCP-6741 is a predatory humanoid entity which exclusively targets humans possessing a specific set of traits. All victims of SCP-6741 inhabit remote areas with cold climates, express above-average adventurous and individualist tendencies, and have few living friends or family.
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Eyewitness accounts describe the anomaly as having the following abnormal features: blue-white skin, a loosely feminine body shape with extremely thin, distended limbs, and no outward anatomical features beyond a pair of humanlike orange eyes. The precise details of SCP-6741’s physiology remain indeterminate due to its evasion of containment. Vital organ systems may be present but not visible - SCP-6741 is frequently reported to be surrounded in vapor, indicating that it has some form of body heat.
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Stage 1 - Stalking: SCP-6741 follows its chosen victim and observes them from a distance. This is typically performed with a degree of stealth; the victim remains ignorant to SCP-6741’s presence throughout, though often becomes paranoid and reports feelings of being watched.
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Stage 2 - Misdirection: SCP-6741 attempts to gain entry to its victim's home. To aid in this, it appears capable of mimicking the voices and mannerisms of individuals that the victim knows personally, although it is unknown if this is an instinctual behavior or evidence that SCP-6741 is sapient. Should these methods be unsuccessful, the anomaly will usually withdraw. However, the victim will be targeted again at a later date with more aggressive tactics;1 in all cases, the victim eventually succumbs and allows SCP-6741 into their home.
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Stage 3 - Egress: Exact details of this process are unclear. The majority of information has been gathered from limited witness testimonies and miscellaneous forensic evidence. It is currently believed that the victim dons temperature-appropriate clothing, exits their home and — evidently of their own volition — follows SCP-6741 to an as-yet unidentified location.
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Stage 5 - Excretion: After 10-15 days, a facsimile of the victim composed of ice will be returned to their home. The ice is non-anomalous but contains trace amounts of human blood and, on occasion, teeth.
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Normally, this sequence of events occurs roughly once per month. However, this may be disrupted by SCP-6741’s secondary properties: individuals who attempt to directly observe the anomaly while it is hunting preclude its manifestation. These individuals will subsequently become the next victims of SCP-6741’s hunting cycle, regardless of their personality traits, age or location.
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Although this aspect of SCP-6741 has frustrated research significantly, it potentially allows for a modicum of control over SCP-6741’s hunting patterns and choice of victims. Such a path of experimentation has yet to be approved by the Ethics Committee.
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D-307 was implanted with subdermal GPS trackers and several body cameras, and placed in a Foundation-owned house with appropriate provisions. SCP-6741 arrived after 2 days. Footage from the body cameras was purposely not reviewed until after the conclusion of the event; this allowed personnel to safely observe the full hunting cycle of SCP-6741.
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Footage indicates that SCP-6741 impersonated a member of Foundation personnel, claiming that the experiment had been canceled due to inclement weather. It was successful in convincing D-307 to allow it entry. D-307 was observed to react with brief surprise but no fear or apprehension to the anomaly's presence; she then put on the winter clothing provided to her and exited the house, following SCP-6741 for an estimated distance of 130 kilometers. The direction of travel was predominantly north, and travel time was ~26 hours. D-307 did not sleep, eat or drink during this time.
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At the conclusion of travel, D-307’s GPS tracker pinged in a remote area of Siberia. As the distance D-307 had traveled was not sufficient to place her in this location, it is theorized that she was spatially translocated through anomalous means. Camera footage displayed a large cave mouth, into which D-307 followed SCP-6741. After traversing the cave for 34 minutes, D-307 and SCP-6741 emerged into an expansive cavern with a bonfire in its center. Indistinct objects composed of ice were arranged along the walls of the cavern.
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A Mark III learning drone had been deployed to the location described in Addendum 6741-1. It was believed that the drone would be able to apprehend SCP-6741 without the need for direct human intervention. During this time, it encountered SCP-6741 — which was in the process of leading a victim2 into the cave — earlier than expected.
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The victim began attempting to travel through the cave but, due to the fragility of their transformed body, suffered the loss of three limbs in the process. They were noted as expressing considerable distress from these injuries, but continuing to drag themselves forward via their remaining arm. Upon reaching the bonfire, the victim crawled directly into it, collapsed, and curled into the fetal position. At this time they were observed to be shuddering violently and making facial expressions indicative of crying, although no tears were produced.
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Despite the termination of SCP-6741, individuals fitting the criteria of its prey continue to be targeted by a phenomenon of unknown provenance. Revisions to containment procedures and description are currently underway; a provisional file for the anomaly may be found below.
Special Containment Procedures: Families and close relations of SCP-6741 victims are to be given Class G amnestics.
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Description: SCP-6741 is a phenomenon in which certain individuals will exit their homes without warning, transmute into ice while remaining alive and mobile, and spatially translocate to a remote cavern in Siberia. Victims of SCP-6741 will then self-terminate by melting their own bodies in a bonfire within the cave. The behavior of these individuals implies that they are being made to perform the aforementioned actions against their will and are experiencing considerable pain throughout.
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On Sept. 27th, we will be holding a meeting with all members of Foundation staff stationed at Site-950 in regards to the events transpired during Incident Nocturnal and what to do moving forward.
THREAT ASSESSMENT
+🟥 Corruption — possesses transmissible condition
+🟨 Dispute — improperly acquired from SCP Foundation2
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"Cardinal" denotes a single specimen of loup garou (French Canadian: 'werewolf') in OSAT custody. Cardinal is kept sedated in a poured concrete detainment cell at Station 11. Due to poor health and pre-existing injuries which will not heal, it requires frequent transfusions of human blood — Type A, though Type O universal donors are permissible — and intravenous feeding. It has been effectively comatose since 1964.
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Article 1964-H-17 first came to OSAT attention after an incident involving our own personnel; the incident report is appended below.
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On the night of 17 March 1964, I responded to a distress call from one Clyde Miller, RCMP constable stationed at the entrance to Mount Royal Park in Montreal. Constable Miller was assigned as the emergency contact for Chief Superintendent Raynard Watts of the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce, who was engaged in recreational hiking on the slopes of Mount Royal. Superintendent Watts had requested that he be left to his own devices, only begrudgingly allowing the assignment of a single officer within radio range to monitor for emergent situations. At approximately 6:07 PM EDT Constable Miller detected canine howling in the distance, and attempted to radio Superintendent Watts to confirm his safety. No response was received. Constable Miller then radioed ahead for backup, and announced his intention to search for Superintendent Watts. Permission was granted, and he presumably did so. I arrived at 6:38 PM with backup units to discover Constable Miller dead of exsanguination, and SCP Foundation personnel on the scene. An unnamed Foundation representative reported that a pack of "loop garoo," werewolves, had been sighted earlier that day in the park, and had only now been successfully captured and contained. The representative also reported that the remains of Superintendent Watts had been discovered near the Mount Royal Cross, but could not be released to OSAT custody due to the potential for a biological hazard. Assurances were made to me that the remains would eventually be restored to OSAT for proper burial. Backup units refused to allow Foundation personnel to seize the remains of Constable Miller; on-scene investigation revealed that he had emptied the contents of his service weapon, presumably into his attackers. Constable Miller carried a prototype mobile video recorder belonging to Superintendent Watts at the time of his death, which captured several frames depicting a wounded specimen of "loop garoo." The Foundation representative confirmed that this specimen was among those captured and contained, but refused requests to allow its examination by OSAT personnel due to the aforementioned biohazard. Constable Miller's body was removed from the scene and taken to Station 9 for study.
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The attacker identified on Constable Miller's video tape was classified Article 1964-H-17. Shortly thereafter, new Chief Superintendent Gordon Shine applied Apex Priority to the article, and the epithet "Cardinal." Multiple attempts were made over the succeeding decades to procure it from the Foundation, all without success.
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Cardinal was finally acquired on 21 January 2003 via a mutual esoteric item transfer arrangement. This arrangement was conducted between Chief Superintendent Morwen Couch and Edwin Falkirk, Director Pro-Tem of SCP Foundation Site-43. Although the propriety of the transfer has since been questioned by Foundation representatives, no attempt at re-acquiring the article has been made.
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The circumstances of Superintendent Watts' choice of locale for his leave of absence remain unclear; the City of Montréal was under voluntary curfew due to suspected cougar attacks in Mount Royal Park. Furthermore, the response time of the SCP Foundation to a distress call issued by a rival organization was beyond exemplary, and requires further examination. Repeated inquiries by the Office of External Liaisons have gone unanswered.3
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It is a matter of internal record that Superintendent Watts and Dr. Vivian Scout, then Director of Site-43, were on extremely poor terms at the time of the former's death. The disregard shown to Superintendent Watts' suspected remains — which were never repatriated to OSAT — may be a reflection of this, or merely the Foundation's general disregard for OSAT itself. The following file from Superintendent Watts' records may shed some light on these circumstances.
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CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT RAYNARD WATTS, 1964/03/10
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The so-called Directors of the so-called Site-43 — two confirmed homosexuals living in a tunnel under stolen government land — have the most spectacular case of tunnel vision I have ever witnessed. They think this is a game. They think we persecute them for fun, that engaging in a battle for our nation's very soul is akin to sitting a hand of poker in some God-forsaken dive bar. Well, they won't like the flop that's coming next. I'm going to tear them down, tear them all down, and then we'll see what secrets they've been hiding in their pit of licentious treason.
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Which means I'll need to move quickly, very quickly and very quietly. I'll let them think I've slunk off for a walk in the woods to collect my thoughts, and then I'll come back with a vengeance they'll feel in their very bones. I'll make them regret their sins against God and Country, so help me, and then I will turn their diabolical implements toward the bettering of our national cause.
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Corporal Falkirk, I will shoot again — in both eyes, this time. Drs. Scout and Rydderech will live to regret that their punishments were not so sudden and clean.
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Euthanization of Cardinal is forbidden by order of the Office of the Superintendent. Should a method of reversing its paranormal condition be discovered, contact the Office of Tactical Affairs immediately.
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The Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce (OSAT) database is secure, and maintained by a rival Group of Interest. Breach security and proceed?
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There are twelve (12) independent security countermeasures blocking and/or tracking access to this file. Estimated time to breach: one minute.
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CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT AERONWEN COUCH, 2023/01/01
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The maintenance of this monster mattered a great deal to my mother when she was Chief Superintendent, and I'm not without sensitivity to the matter, though I can't claim her personal connection. When she retired, she implored me not to give up on Cardinal. Her determination, her long-term focus, has always been a source of pride for me as her successor in multiple senses.
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But I don't think this thing is ever going to wake up, at least not of its own volition. We've been through four superintendecies since its capture by the Foundation, and it's been on a pallet at Station 11 for twenty years now. I'm going to put it to my mother gently, and see what she says: I think we ought to take the thing to the rest of the Council of 108, and see what they make of it. Maybe one of their cults can wake it up. And if not? Well, maybe ICSUT would like the chance to dissect a live werewolf. Lord knows we could use some friends in the anomalous community.
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I love my family, but I have a duty to perform for my country as well, and this emaciated relic is only holding us back.
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Go ahead. Walk into my trap. You'll make my grandfather very proud.
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We are about to become a member in good standing of the Global Occult Coalition. We have engaged in good faith dealings with the folks at 43. We're not the fringe lunatics our friends at CSIS and the rest of the RCMP once saw us as. We made mistakes back in the day, but we're shot of them now. Might we not be able to secure a diplomatic solution?
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We captured the bastard, and then passed it along to the skippers. Why shouldn't they pass us back his personal effects, as a sign that our cooperation was appreciated? I think I might even insist upon this.
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+SCP-6934 must only be crewed by authorised members of Distributed Task Force Epsilon-7 ('Sign Here Please') Division 6 ('Guns 'n Roses'). Captain Helkaraxe Drake has been permanently assigned as the captain of SCP-6934 by Director Upsilon.
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While at port, SCP-6934 must be rendered temporarily non-functional to prevent theft, and guarded by a detachment of DTF Epsilon-7-6, no less than ten members of which must occupy the bridge at all times. Any individuals attempting to board SCP-6934 without authorisation are to be apprehended or terminated.
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In the event that SCP-6934 is successfully commandeered by any unauthorised entities or individuals, the retaking of SCP-6934 is considered a Level 5 priority. An in-built failsafe enables Level 4 or higher Department of Logistics personnel to remotely sink SCP-6934 if it is stolen; if this fails, Foundation personnel are authorised to sink SCP-6934 through ballistic weaponry.
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SCP-6934 should not be used to transport any resources or substances that may perish within four years of the date of departure. SCP-6934 must always be stocked with sufficient resources to sustain the crew for four continuous years, should an Odyssey event occur mid-transit. All personnel aboard SCP-6934 during a voyage must be made aware of Odyssey events, and acknowledge that the voyage may be unexpectedly extended by several months or years if one should occur.
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Description
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+SCP-6934 is the SCPS Mercury,1 the seventh Metameleia-class ship constructed. As with all other Metameleia ships, SCP-6934 was commissioned by the Department of Logistics and designed for high-efficiency mass-transportation of Foundation resources and anomalies; all Metamelia ships utilise Eparch-category architecture2 to increase their cargo capacity by 15% in comparison to other similarly-sized vessels.
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SCP-6934 features unintended, but beneficial, weather-manipulating properties: whenever SCP-6934 is captained by a trained member of the Department of Logistics, the atmospheric conditions in its immediate surroundings are altered in favour of the vessel and its crew. This predominantly manifests through the reduction or neutralisation of detrimental weather, ensuring SCP-6934 sails under predominantly-favourable, if not pristine, conditions; in circumstances where SCP-6934 has been forced to navigate through intense tropical storms, the vessel's crew reported observing appropriate weather at a distance from SCP-6934, while the actual atmospheric conditions experienced by the ship correlated to a mild rainstorm.
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Conversely, when the captain of SCP-6934 is aware of a nearby vessel that they believe to be hostile towards SCP-6934 and/or its crew, said vessel will rapidly experience extreme, localised weather conditions, continuing until the captain of SCP-6934 no longer perceives it as a threat.3 Since all weather induced by SCP-6934 occurs at or above the ocean's surface, submerged vessels are not directly influenced by its anomalous properties; in such circumstances, SCP-6934 instead manifests hailstones of sufficient mass and volume to damage objects beneath the surface.4
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The entirety of SCP-6934 constantly emits Akiva radiation at a rate of 12 microakivas per minute; the reason for this is currently under investigation by the Department of Tactical Theology.5
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The bridge of SCP-6934, with navigation crew present.
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Addenda
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Incident 6934-1 & 'Odyssey' events
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+On 30/02/2020, SCP-6934 was traversing the North Pacific Ocean en-route to British Columbia, Canada when an unforeseen thunderstorm rapidly developed over the vessel; although the progress of SCP-6934 was not hindered, extreme electrical activity severely impeded communication with the crew, culminating in a complete loss of contact for five seconds, after which the storm de-escalated and dissipated at a non-anomalous rate.
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Upon restoration of contact, Captain Helkaraxe Drake reported that in the intervening time period SCP-6934 and its crew had experienced a significant spatio-temporal anomaly; the following is a summary from his post-incident report.
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Captain Helkaraxe Drake
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We lost communications around 1600, caused by extreme electrical activity; there was no rain nor wind caused by it, and once contact was lost, the clouds dispersed. Our attempts to hail our overseers were not reciprocated, and Second Officer Johannes realised that the majority of our digital navigation equipment was non-functional, preventing accurate navigation. We attributed these malfunctions to damage caused by the storm, and I ordered the navigation crew to use analogue instruments to maintain a north-east heading, as we would eventually reach the west coast of the Americas, at which time we could restore contact with the Foundation and arrange for necessary repairs to the Mercury.
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Our analogue instruments were useless, as we were unable to identify any familiar constellations during nautical twilight, or for the remainder of the night. At this time we also became aware that both our gyrocompasses6 and magnetic compasses were non-functional, as all had drifted over several hours and indicated different directions as northward. We determined that we had been teleported, to some effect, to a non-terrestrial location, within which navigation by instruments was functionally impossible.
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In consultation with First Officer Mythres and Second Officer Johannes, we decided to significantly reduce our speed to preserve fuel, but continue proceeding in the hope of discovering a landmark; for the duration of the event, we did not spot any land, nor encounter any other vessels.
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Approximately five weeks in, we recognised that several anomalies in our cargo would imminently breach containment, as we were rapidly approaching the end of their restraints' intended lifespans. We utilised the resources in our cargo to reinforce the containment vessels where able, but were forced to jettison several anomalies to prevent damage to the Mercury and loss of further cargo; we additionally began rationing and consuming our perishable cargo, reasoning it would spoil before the end of the event, and enabling us to retain our non-perishable rations as an emergency supply once all other consumables ran out.
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The crew's morale understandably diminished as time progressed, and on the ninth week several crewmembers attempted a mutiny by force; to minimise resistance, the mutineers amassed firearms and ammunition in secret over several weeks, and had progressively disposed of our own ammunition by throwing it overboard. First Officer Mythres and his security crew were successful in retaking the weapons cache, and then suppressed the mutiny. Seventeen were killed in the firefights, twelve of which were mutineers, and the surviving four mutineers were set adrift on a lifeboat to reduce unnecessary consumption of our rations. I assume they are still in the location we were transported to, and have likely perished by now. All deceased were buried at sea.
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On the fifteenth week of the event, a storm formed over the Mercury under identical conditions, and with similar content, to the first that had displaced us; we observed extreme electrical activity within the clouds, but there was no precipitation nor wind. Once the storm began to subside, our equipment resumed functionality and we were being hailed by our overseeing personnel, who notified us that only five seconds had passed from their perspective. We did not notice any changes to the area around the Mercury that indicated we had been teleported, in both cases; there were no observable landmarks, no surrounding vessels, and no changes in the temperature whatsoever.
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Post-incident interviews and investigation corroberate Captain Drake's report: all on-board timepieces were ahead by four months, a significant amount of anomalous cargo was absent from SCP-6934, and all perishable items showed evidence of being four months older than expected. All computer systems aboard SCP-6934 did not retain any digital information from the event; only their internal clocks had remained continuously-functional. SCP-6934 was temporarily put on hiatus for investigation, but returned to regular use on 11/04/2020 due to its beneficial properties.
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A further five displacement events have occurred since 11/04/2020, all of identical content but varying from experienced lengths of one month to fourteen; as all were specifically focused on SCP-6934, these displacements are believed to be caused by the anomaly itself, and have been classified as Odyssey events.
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Due to the highly beneficial self-protective anomalous properties of SCP-6934, the vessel has been approved for continued use by the Department of Logistics. As SCP-6934 only undergoes Odyssey events while being used for its intended purpose, the continuation of its service enables continued research into its properties; to date, Odyssey events have only occurred while SCP-6934 is beyond sight from any vessels or landmasses, and as such is not a threat to the Veil. The containment procedures for SCP-6934 have been updated to ensure the crew of SCP-6934 will survive all experienced Odyssey events without loss of cargo.
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SCP-6934 security system.
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Incident 6934-2
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+On 03/05/2022, SCP-6934 was boarded by a group of twelve unidentified militants while traversing the Indian Ocean.
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Thirty minutes prior, the USS Cheyenne7 had passed SCP-6934 at a distance of fifteen nautical miles; as the submarine did not alter its trajectory and was known to be in the region, Captain Drake did not percieve it as a threat, and the defensive properties of SCP-6934 were not triggered. The Cheyenne had been boarded by twenty armed militants, who commandeered two SEAL Delivery Vehicles to approach SCP-6934 undetected; eight militants remained on the Cheyenne to prevent the crew from alerting that of SCP-6934.
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The following is a video transcript of the events aboard SCP-6934, composed from surveilance footage and the recounts of staff present.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 03/05/2022
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NOTE: Video and times begin upon first appearance of the militants.
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00:00:The militants emerge from the water in groups of six, on either side of the ship's hull near the stern. They use handheld devices to climb the ship's hull.
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02:15:The first of the port-side militants reaches the deck, surveying the area; once a second militant arrives, the two begin dispatching all visible lookouts using silenced firearms, then climb over the railings, discarding their diving gear into the ocean as they do. The starboard-side militants do the same.
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03:09:All twelve militants are on-deck, on either side of the bridge tower. A member from each group communicates with each-other using a small, watch-like device on their non-dominant wrist; all the militants have such a device. After speaking for several seconds, the groups proceed to the bridge tower, and each begins ascending while taking care not to cause any noise.
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03:27:Crewman Lestraad requests permission to leave the bridge to smoke. First Officer Lemont approves. Lestraad steps out from the bridge onto the platform at the top of the starboard stairwell, and idly surveys the area while smoking.
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04:08:Lestraad notices the absent lookouts. She immediately returns to the bridge, alerting the navigation crew; Officer Lemont immediately attempts to contact the lookouts by radio.
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04:28:Officer Lemont confirms to Captain Drake that he is unable to contact any of the missing lookouts. Captain Drake orders for the bridge to be secured, triggers the ship's piracy alarm, and notifies overseeing Department of Logistics personnel of a possible, emerging situation. The militants hear the alarm, briefly hesitate, then resume ascending at a drastically faster pace.
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04:34:The personnel in the bridge spot the militants on the security cameras. A storm rapidly manifests over SCP-6934, with extreme winds concentrated on both stairwells; the militants quickly retrieve ropes and carabiners, using them to secure themselves to the railings before continuing to ascend.
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04:38:The storm begins producing oversized hailstones, with the winds directing them at the militants; one militant is struck in the face and collapses. Three members of each group each unfold a rectangular black shield, using them to protect the group from the hail. The hailstones rapidly increase in average size, to no effect; the shields appear to absorb all kinetic energy.
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04:51:Off-duty security personnel begin to emerge on-deck; Officer Lemont uses the speaker system to notify them of the militants' location. The personnel fire on each of the groups, who shoot back in response. Several of the crew are hit and injured, whereas the militants are repeatedly hit in the abdomen, but unaffected.
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05:10:Both groups are now at least half-way up their stairwells.
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05:25:Captain Drake begins pacing around the bridge. He is informed that a strike team deployed from the nearbySCPS Melampuswill arrive in fifteen minutes; he appears to ignore this, discussing with the present crew.
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07:18:The starboard-side group reaches the level immediately below the bridge. Captain Drake sees this on the security system, and returns to his seat, visibly thinking.
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07:24:The starboard-side group reaches the door to the bridge; one of the militants affixes what appears to be an explosive charge to the door.
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07:25:Every exposed surface on SCP-6934 spontaneously ignites, obscuring all cameras and audio recording equipment.
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15:59:The flames rapidly diminish and disappear. SCP-6934, its crew, and its cargo, have suffered no damage or charring from the fire whatsoever: eleven of the militants8 have been cremated, along with the explosive charge. The twelfth militant is nowhere to be seen.
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16:11:Captain Drake informs the overseeing Department of Logistics personnel that the militants have been killed. The crew of SCP-6934 begins inspecting the ship and cargo for damage.
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19:04:The strike team from the SCPS Melampus arrives via helicopter, and begins assisting in securing the ship.
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DTF Epsilon-7-6 agents reacting to the piracy alarm.
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A post-incident interview revealed that Captain Drake had unintentionally triggered a previously-unknown property of SCP-6934 by mentally 'wishing the [attackers] would burn'; analysis of the cremated remains indicate that SCP-6934 is capable of spontaneously producing flames of temperatures up to 1000 degrees Celsius, however all crew and cargo intended to be on the ship, as well as SCP-6934 itself, experience no change in temperature whatsoever.
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Internal security footage aboard the USS Cheyenne shows that the militants aboard it were contacted via their wrist-mounted devices shortly after SCP-6934 ignited; all eight immediately entered a blind spot in the crew's quaters, disappearing upon doing so. The crew aboard SCP-6934 reported that shortly after the ignition of the flames, the twelfth militant had jumped from the starboard stairwell, disappearing in midair upon touching the device on their wrist.
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Investigation of the cremated remains revealed that each of the offending militants had extensive, highly-advanced cybernetic implants, all of which were damaged beyond functionality; the remainder of their equipment was mundane. The wrist-mounted devices of the eleven killed could not be found, and analysis of the footage confirms they had disappeared by the time the flames dissipated.
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None of the militants have yet been identified, and the whereabouts of the survivors are unknown. Investigation into which Group of Interest was responsible is ongoing.
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Tactical Theology Department Memo
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This ship makes no sense. Nothing about it makes sense.
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There is no reason for it to emit Akiva radiation whatsoever. It is a common cargo ship - it cannot possibly have any religious significance, because it hasn't existed long enough to be used by any sort of deity. The only relation it has to a mythology is through its namesakes, and its properties don't align with either.
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The Nibelung Hoard was cursed, not blessed, and the only significant properties it had was being immeasurably large and repeatedly getting its owners killed before being sunk in the Rhine. There was no weather manipulation, there was no unexpectedly-lengthened voyages, and the shortest tangent to explain the combustion was that in some versions of the myth, one of the hoard's owners once jumped through fire on horseback - for reasons completely unrelated to the hoard.
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Mercury is the Roman deity of merchants, luck, and travelers; this at least holds to the theme of fortunate weather while travelling. But the other aspects? Unless the SCPS Mercury has somehow become conflated with the ancient boat of Ulysses - the Latin version of Odysseus - which, itself, had the completely unrecorded ability to light itself on fire at will, there's no relation; I fail to see how these properties could relate, in any way, to Mercury's other aspects - financial gain, messages, trickery, thieves.
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The only explanation I can think of that has any hope of reasonably explaining this ship is that somewhere out in the world, there's a small group of people who have, for some inane reason, decided that this one, single, random cargo ship is somehow intricately a part of their mythology - possibly even their central deity - less than a month after it first sailed.
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My inbox is open to suggestions. I don't care how stupid they sound anymore, everything else I've got is just as stupid.
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Senior Researcher Isabelle Johanne,
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Some of the pictures (visual information) in this article are sourced from the U.S. Department of Defense. The appearance of U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) visual information does not imply or constitute DoD endorsement.
Special Containment Procedures: As the cause of SCP-6998 has not yet been determined, containment of the anomaly is coequal with the mission directive of the Foundation.
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Description: SCP-6998 is the designation for the statistical increase in global anomalous activity observed each year by the Overseer's Council. SCP-6998 has been observed since 1875, a year before the decision was made to merge several normalcy preservation organizations into the Foundation in order to combat the growing rise of anomalous activity.
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Throughout the Foundation's tenure, SCP-6998 has been noted to be growing in severity, despite the expected decline brought by like-minded normalcy preservation organizations such as the Global Occult Coalition. Whereas only 63 high-profile anomalous incidents or objects were recorded or obtained by the Foundation in its first official year of operation during the Third Occult War, 2020 saw 430 in the first quarter alone.
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Attempts to discover the source of the unexplained growth have proven unsuccessful.
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Addendum 6998.1: Incident-6998
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Foreword: On 25/05/2021, O5-11 sent a message through Overseer emergency channels calling all Overseers to Site-001, claiming to have discovered something of paramount importance.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-11: Thank you all for coming on short notice.
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O5-1: You do realize it took a month to get al Fine to agree to meet? Weeks of negotiating and concessions, and then you called me away so quickly she probably thought we were planning a suicide attack. This better be worth it.
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O5-11: Don't worry, it is. It's about SCP-6998.
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[General groans and murmuring can be heard.]
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O5-4: Oh, for the love of god- you called us away to discuss the Administrator's crackpot conspiracy theory? Er, no offense, but he wasn't always the most rational person in the room.
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O5-11: Conspiracy, really? You're in charge of the most powerful and secretive organization on earth. You've signed off on more misinformation campaigns then any of us. Paid people to spread around stories about little green men and bigfoot to cover up our operations.
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O5-4: And yet even I don't believe in that one. What does that tell you?
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O5-11: I-
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O5-1: Please, enough. We all have things we'd rather be doing. Just… just hurry up and present whatever it is you're going to.
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O5-11: Thank you. I was conducting my quarterly review of RAISA, seeing if anything need to be classified. Or declassified depending on the situation-
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O5-10: Has that ever happened?
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O5-1: Yes, for the sake of containment, and shut up. Continue, Eleven.
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O5-11: I was going through our timeline of some of our earliest events and I noticed something… well, let's just call it interesting. If you would indulge me though; One, Two, Four: where were you on January 3rd in 1875?
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O5-1: My patience is running thin enough as it is. Dispense with the theatrics and get on with it.
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O5-2: Wait, 1875? That would've been Zurich, yes? We spent the winter in Switzerland.
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O5-4: That's right. Two days after the New Year… that was our meeting with Fitz, wasn't it?
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O5-7: Fitz?
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O5-1: Friedrich Williams, the Administrator. Fitz for short. A bit before your time, but even before the Foundation we ran in the same circles. And if I recall correctly, that meeting was when we first started floating ideas about an overarching, pan-national normalcy organization not burdened by national interests. I assume that's what you were getting at, then? What does this have to do with SCP-6998?
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O5-11: Several thousand miles away on that very same day exactly, a man by the name of William J. Smith completed his work on Anomalous ITEM-232A-B. Or as we know it, the Engine of the Chaos Insurgency.
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O5-1: Hmm. That is interesting, I suppose. But the Foundation wouldn't be founded for another year and the Insurgency decades later, so I'm not sure what point you're getting at.
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O5-11: And on July 2nd, 1876, a drunkard in Clydeside wandered into an abandoned factory in the industrial region and never came out. We didn't know it then, but that was the first confirmed appearance of the Factory. The exact same day we were all signing the Abernathy Accords.
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[silence.]
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O5-11: And it doesn't just stop there. The day after we signed off on that treaty with the US? The UN was holding a secret vote on establishing a unified occult coalition. Two hours after General Bowe unfortunately passed away from completely natural causes, a man calling himself "Dr Wondertainment" was said to have sold a dozen talking dolls in a Christmas shop in Berlin. It happened even internally— the ink on the order to consolidate the Tactical Theology department was still drying when we picked up the first signs of SCP-5998. There's also the Antimemetics Department, things have always been tricky with it, but an infohazardous anomaly labelled SCP-3125 popped up in the Foundation intranet the same day the department was officially founded.
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O5-5: Do we know what the anomaly is?
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O5-11: No idea, but that's part and parcel when dealing with the department. The point still stands, I can list a dozen more incidents where as soon as the Foundation made some significant process or breakthrough on one end, a new anomalous threat popped up. Here, look.
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[O5-11 passes out several folders to each overseer.]
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O5-11: We were looking at SCP-6998 as the reason for our founding, the reason why we needed to grow and expand, but I think it's the other way around.
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O5-12: So you're saying…?
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O5-11: I think we're causing SCP-6998. Somehow, the Foundation is causing anomalies to form.
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[silence.]
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O5-10: In any other situation, I'd laugh at something like that. But given the evidence you just laid out…
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O5-2: I must admit, it's somewhat damning. But why on earth would we affect the world on such a scale? We were hardly the first normalcy preservation agency: the ASCI, the Tsar's Seers, the Knights Templar, all of them existed for decades or centuries before. What makes us so special? How do we know for sure its a foundational issue with, well, the Foundation?
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O5-1: I'm of a similar mind with Two. I don't think anyone can dismiss this out of hand, but we can't say for sure that it's an issue specifically with the Foundation. If this was any other anomaly, I'd say testing is in order, but how do we test something like that? If it expands every time we do something, then-
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O5-3: If I may interrupt. Overseer Eleven's data suggests the anomaly is dependent on the growth of the Foundation. What if we do nothing?
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O5-1: You're proposing a shutdown?
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O5-3: Precisely. For a determined period of time, we cancel all external missions and anomaly containment tasks. All research initiatives, project proposals, and tests will be automatically rejected, with researchers being ordered to focus solely on containment and maintenance. Our sole task will be monitoring our informants in other organizations, to ensure that whatever we observe can be backed up by our counterparts.
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O5-12: Are you kidding? This isn't the US government, we can't have a shutdown of the entire Foundation every time we want to try out the whims of an Overseer. If we shut down, we're putting lives at stake.
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O5-7: I have to agree with Twelve here. We don't operate in a vacuum. There's anomalous items to capture, high level threats to neutralize, Insurgency bases to raid, meetings with Wilson's Wildlife and the Occult Coalition to organize.
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O5-11: And if SCP-6998 is correct, none of that matters.
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O5-7:If. It's not guaranteed, not yet at least. It's just as possible something else could be the cause. And even if it is, we have no guarantee a pause in our operations would induce a pause in SCP-6998.
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O5-3: With all due respect to Overseer Seven, I cannot think of another way to confirm testing of Overseer Eleven's hypothesis.
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O5-1: Then I suppose we put it to a vote. All in favor of Three's proposal?
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[One, Two, Three, Six, Nine, Eleven, and Thirteen assent.]
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O5-1: All opposed?
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[Four, Five, Seven, Eight, Ten, and Twelve dissent.]
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O5-1: Seven to six. The proposal passes. Three, for how long do you imagine this observation period taking place?
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O5-3: A year would allow for the most conclusive data.
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O5-7: Unacceptable, I'd say. Even if no anomalies pop up, a year-long shutdown would raise far too many questions from our staff on what the hell we're doing, and I doubt any excuse we could devise would hold up for that long. The most I can see us managing would be… two months? Maybe three?
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O5-12: Even that I'd say is on the long side. There's a lot of required general upkeep that requires us interacting with the anomalous community. Honestly, one month is stretching it.
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O5-11: If we don't have enough time to gather the data we need, then this whole thing is pointless from the beginning, and we're just sabotaging ourselves for nothing.
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O5-1: Alright, alright. How about… one month initially, on a provisional basis. If the test seems to be working out, we go for another month to make sure. Anyone have any objections?
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[General murmurs, but no one dissents.]
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O5-1: Good. Let's get to work on shutting this Foundation down. If this fails, then we can forget about SCP-6998 for the time being, and go on with our daily lives. If it doesn't… we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I suppose.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 6998.2: Recovered Audio Log
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-2: Didn't expect to hear from you. Everything alright on your end?
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O5-1: Holding down the fort. It's quiet. Which almost makes me think Eleven can be right, which if she is… well, that's not something I want to think about.
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O5-2: I was wondering how you were taking this all in. Got a bit more experience than the rest of us. You and Fitz were from the same generation, weren't you?
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O5-1: Never did get a clear answer from him. But it's not me I'm worried about.
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O5-2: Careful now Eve, you go on like that and I might start suspecting you actually do have a heart.
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O5-1: Dammit, this isn't a joke. If it turns out SCP-6998 is actually real, that we've been causing anomalies all this time, then it means… you almost died, Sophia. I saw it. You were crucified.
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O5-2: That whole timeline was wiped from history. Technically, it never even happened.
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O5-1: Ah, so that means you don't remember the spear in your side? The slow death from asphyxiation, waking up in a tomb?
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[O5-2 does not respond.]
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O5-1: I crossed a line there. I'm sorry, I really am.
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O5-2: I know.
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O5-1: I suppose I'm a little more shaken by this thing than I thought. We spent entire lifetimes in service to the Foundation, and now it turns out it was probably all for nothing.
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O5-2: It's not yet a foregone conclusion. SCP-6998 could just as likely be false. Remember that lazy stretch in August last year? We had virtually nothing to do for almost three weeks.
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O5-1: Maybe. I hope you're right.
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O5-2: Me too.
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[END LOG]
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25/05/2021-25/07/2021 FOUNDATION OBSERVATIONAL REPORT
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XK SCENARIOS OBSERVED: 0
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XK SCENARIOS AVERTED: 0
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HIGH PROFILE ANOMALOUS INCIDENTS OBSERVED: 0
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HIGH PROFILE ANOMALOUS INCIDENTS AVERTED: 0
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HIGH PROFILE GROUPS OF INTEREST ACTIVITIES OBSERVED: 0
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HIGH PROFILE GROUPS OF INTEREST ACTIVITIES AVERTED: 0
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+Addendum 6998.3: Foundation Observation Report Meeting
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Foreword: This meeting took place immediately after the release of the report in order to discuss its results and implications.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-1: Fuck.
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O5-4: Cheers, everyone.
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[O5-4 uncorks a bottle of wine, taking a drink directly from the bottle.]
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O5-2: Are you seriously drinking during a council meeting?
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O5-4: Muscat wine, bottled in 1872. Bought it for myself when I first became an Overseer. Never been much of a wine man, preferred beer, but hey, I was moving up in the world. I figured it was time for me to develop sophisticated choices. What's more sophisticated then wine?
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O5-6: Haven't opened it all these years?
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O5-4: Always meant to have it after a big win. We were tied up from the start with the Fourth Occult War, but after that war I wasn't in a mood to drink anything but the cheapest beer I could find, so I stuck it in a vault in Hy-Brasil. Then there were the two World Wars, the Insurgency, everything that followed after that… we've never really had a clear win, have we? As soon as we put down one threat, fifty more raise their heads. Never a time to catch our breaths, never a time to celebrate. And now we know why. Here's to you, SCP-6998.
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[O5-4 offers the bottle to O5-2. After a moment of hesitation, she takes it, taking down a swig before passing it to O5-6's outstretched hand.]
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O5-3: I feel that it is necessary of me to remind you that alcohol and other inebriating substances are banned in the workplace, even for Overseers.
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O5-12: We just found out that our entire lives have been pointless, I think a little drinking is warranted. Pass it over here after, will you?
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O5-1: Three, I know I've asked you this almost a hundred times, but is there any chance this could be mistaken?
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O5-3: Exceedingly unlikely. And even if my gathered data was incorrect, our informants in the Global Occult Coalition, the Chaos Insurgency, and the Office tor the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts have reported extremely low rates of internal activity.
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O5-1: Is there any chance our informants could've been detected or compromised?
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O5-10: One or two, always a possibility. But how likely do you think are the odds of all three of those organizations finding our informants, and then deciding to work together in order to pull one on over us?
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O5-1: "Less likely then whatever the hell's going on here," I'd say on any other given day. So what, we pause for two months and the rest of the anomalous world grinds to a complete halt? Zero new anomalous incidents, or GoI chatter, or so much as a twig falling in Three Portlands.
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O5-11: I suppose this means SCP-6998's far more critical in its implications than Fitz theorized. Rather than a uniform, but global effect, it's targeted to the Foundation. Whenever we take so much as a step, the whole world responds in turn. I don't mean to sound paranoid… but I very much doubt this was an accident. Whatever did this was deliberate.
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O5-7: But what would have the power to do this? A god? I know, I know, we're supposed to dismiss them, call them "Apex-tier Pluripotent entities," ignore any mythological connotations, the whole nine yards. But I can't think of anything else that would have the power to make these kinds of changes. And why us? Why not the GOC or ORIA or any other random person on the street?
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O5-10: Maybe it likes us. It wants to give its favorite heroes villains and monsters to defeat, always pulling more out of its toybox whenever we run out.
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O5-9: Have you ever actually felt like a hero in this job?
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[O5-10 shrugs.]
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O5-10: Can't remember. Maybe once. Back when we were just starting out on our new organization, back when I still thought we'd be saving the world. Back before we found things like SCP-231 and I realized I could no longer look my children in the eyes. Definitely not anymore.
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O5-2: Mhm. "Cold, Not Cruel." All because some god or gods decided to have fun with our lives.
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[O5-2 sighs and motions for the bottle again.]
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O5-4: So… what do we do now?
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O5-1: What can we do? We've been in charge of the most powerful organization in the world for the last century and a half, but it turns out we wasted our entire lives as the playthings of some god's amusement. We were never in control.
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[A clinking can be heard amid the silence as the overseers pass around the bottle of wine. The silence stretches on for some time.]
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O5-11: Hmm. Something just occurred to me.
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O5-2: And what would that be?
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O5-11: One says we don't have control in our lives, that we never had. Yes, maybe as an organization the Foundation was doomed from the start. But we did just manage to stop SCP-6998. We stopped it for two months to conduct our test.
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O5-1: I suppose that's true. But that's all we can do, merely delay the inevitable. Any action of ours as an organization will only strengthen SCP-6998.
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O5-11: So then we don't take it as an organization, we take it as individuals. We were around before the Foundation. Anomalies were around before the Foundation, and they were never as dangerous as this. Sure, we had dozens of normalcy protection groups around, but none half as large or powerful, or obsessed with locking up every little item and odd person they found. Maybe that's what we need again.
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O5-1: I'm sorry, are you suggesting…?
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O5-11: I'm suggesting we dissolve the Foundation. Dismantle it entirely.
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O5-1: We- we can't do that.
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O5-11: Why not?
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[O5-1 does not reply.]
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O5-2: Maybe it's the wine talking, but you're right. Even before this, even before we discovered the Foundation's true nature, we grew too comfortable in our positions. How many rules and boundaries and taboos did we break in pursuit of normalcy? Maybe some of them might have been necessary. But all they did was feed SCP-6998.
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O5-7: And if we don't find a way of preserving normalcy?
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O5-2: Then maybe normalcy was never really a thing in the first place. An arbitrary line we drew in the sand to keep ourselves comfortable. Ugh, never thought I'd be agreeing with the Serpent's Hand over the Foundation.
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O5-4: It's hard to argue with the truth, I suppose. I suppose we owe them an apology. Along with everyone else.
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O5-1: Very well. Overseer Council Proposal Number… Oh, let's just call it 6998. Proposal-6998: the immediate and complete dissolving of the Foundation. All in favor?
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[A unanimous round of "ayes" can be heard.]
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O5-1: All opposed?
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[Silence.]
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O5-1: The ayes have it then. The dissolving of the Foundation will take place immediately. Sophia, Jonathan, Liang, it's been a pleasure working with you all.
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[O5-1 reaches for the now empty bottle. She turns it around in their hands for a moment before holding it to mimic a toast.]
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O5-1: Here's to quiet days, I suppose. Quiet days and peace.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7035 is self-contained in Nx-84, where it resides. Site-43, under the supervision of PENTAGRAM, is to remotely monitor Nx-84 via aerial reconnaissance. PENTAGRAM, as well as Foundation and UIU personnel, are prohibited from operating in Nx-84.
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Following Nx-84's expansion to its current size, Agent-7993 has been deployed to remove any interest or attachment to the former United States East Coast to prevent any civilian attempts to explore Nx-84 or SCP-7035-2.
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Site-43 is to remain the main supervisory site for SCP-7035, despite recent events, due to it remaining the next nearest site, with Site-55, Site-28, Site-83, Site-98, Site-322, and Area-179 having been destroyed and Site-184 not possessing the required facilities for the oversight of SCP-7035.
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Description: SCP-7035 is a nineteen-year-old human female that is capable of opening Extrauniversal Selective Ways.Ways capable of transporting entrants with specific traits between universes. One of the rarest and most difficult to recreate ways. on mirrors. Ways created by SCP-7035 lead to SCP-7035-2, a universe that has significantly diverged from the baseline (>10°). SCP-7035 can only create Ways on surfaces that exist in the exact location.In relation to Earth in SCP-7035-2 as in the Baseline Universe. SCP-7035 is only capable of maintaining one way at a time, designated as SCP-7035-A.
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All objects and living beings tested so far have been able to pass through SCP-7035-A with the exception of SCP-7035.
Foreword: SCP-7035 was discovered by the USCGC Fir during routine inspection and maintenance of Lighthouses in the Boston Area. The following is a transcript of a conversation between James Burke, a Foundation plant working as a Boatswain's Mate on the Fir and SCP-7035.
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<Begin Log>
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Field Agent Burke: Hey, how are you holding up? It was pretty cold out there before we found you.
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SCP-7035: I'm fine.
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Field Agent Burke: You sure? How'd you end up all alone out there anyways?
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SCP-7035: I'm not supposed to talk about it. Can I get another drink?
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Field Agent Burke: Sure, I'll go grab one.
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Field Agent Burke leaves the room to get another drink for SCP-7035. As he is gone SCP-7035 can be heard sniffling.
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Field Agent Burke: Alright, I got one for you and one for me.
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SCP-7035: Thanks.
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Field Agent Burke: Are you sure you're doing okay?
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SCP-7035: I'm…lost. I've been lost before, but not like this. I'm lost and nothing is the same here, everything is destroyed.
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Field Agent Burke: Yeah, I'm not used to it either.
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SCP-7035: No, you don't understand. It's not that I'm not used to it. I'm not supposed to be here.
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Field Agent Burke: Are you talking about your home? We're trying to help you get there, but first, we need to get somewhere safe.
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SCP-7035: I don't live in this world. I'm trapped in this world and I can't go back, I don't know why.
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Field Agent Burke: Ah. That's…are you sure you're okay? I think the cold might be getting to you.
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SCP-7035: I said I was fine! Can't you understand? I don't belong here. I come from a different world, a world that used to be the same as this place. Before something changed in your world. I'm only here because my stupid powers stopped working.
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Field Agent Burke: Powers?
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SCP-7035: Yeah, I don't like calling them that but it's the best description I have. I can open portals on mirrors, but only specific ones. I think it only works on mirrors that exist in both my world and yours. I called yours, the world we're in right now, the mirror world. And now it won't let me back into my world, for some reason.
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Field Agent Burke: And you said your world used to be the same as this one?
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SCP-7035: Yes. Until everything in your world got destroyed. I stopped using my portals after that because there wasn't anything or anyone to visit anymore. I didn't like seeing Wonder World like that. The air alone would make me feel sick.
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Field Agent Burke: Wonder World? We found you in Boston.
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SCP-7035: Where I'm from is called Wonder World. It's a magical city, hidden in Boston from most people. When I came here and realized my portals wouldn't let me back I left to find help, where I found you guys at the lighthouse.
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Field Agent Burke: Could anyone else from Wonder World open portals?
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SCP-7035: I don't know, but I never found anyone else that could and I never told anyone about my powers.
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Field Agent Burke: How many people lived in Wonder World?
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SCP-7035: Thousands. It was a great place, I wish more could experience the joy of living there but there were groups that wouldn't allow that. I hope I can fix my portals and get back soon. I miss my family. My friends. Everyone.
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Field Agent Burke: We'll try our best to help you. For now though, unfortunately, We'll have to bring you to a secure facility where some people are going to talk to you. It's not every day we find people out here and they're making sure you aren't a threat.
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SCP-7035: Why can't you just help me go home?
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Field Agent Burke: It's not my choice to make. I will help you as much as I can but eventually, the people looking over you will outrank me, by a lot. Eventually, I will have to turn you over. Its procedure.
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SCP-7035: You're going to leave me!? How long will I be with these people?
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Field Agent Burke: I'm not sure, and yes I will have to leave you eventually. As I said it's not my choice to make.
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SCP-7035: Please don't leave me. You said you were going to help me get back home. That's what you said when you found me. The other people sound like they don't care. Please don't leave.
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Field Agent Burke: I…I don't… I can't stay, I have a job here on this cutter, and they won't let me go where I'm bringing you, It's above my pay grade.
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SCP-7035: Then I won't leave this boat.
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Field Agent Burke: That's unreasonable. If you cooperate with them they will help you.
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SCP-7035: I don't care. I'm not leaving.
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Field Agent Burke: I can escort you there but that's it, I can't be with you forever.
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SCP-7035: I'm staying.
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Field Agent Burke: Look, I don't think you understand how much trouble I will get in if they find out you are being uncooperative because of me. Please, I have no choice.
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SCP-7035: You better make a call or something, because I am only leaving with you. I don't know anyone in this world, everyone I know here is dead.
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Field Agent Burke: You don't even know me!
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SCP-7035: You found me, and we've been talking for a while in this boat. You're the closest thing I have to someone I know.
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Field Agent Burke: I can't just make a call.
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SCP-7035: Tough luck.
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Field Agent Burke: You… Fine, I'll ask but I already know the answer.
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Field Agent Burke leaves the room once again to contact his command, requesting permission to be temporarily relieved of his duty on the USCGS Fir in order to escort SCP-7035 personally. This request was approved. He reenters the room to end the interview with SCP-7035.
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Field Agent Burke: You will stay under my custody for the time being. We both leave this ship in a few hours.
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SCP-7035: Really?! It was that easy?
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Field Agent Burke: Unfortunately. This concludes our initial interview.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: A investigation of "Wonder Land" is currently being proposed by a planned JTF.Joint Task Force, comprised of Foundation, UIU, and PENTAGRAM personnel Whiskey-12 "Wonderful World". SCP-7035 has been transferred to Site-43, and Field Agent Burke has been assigned to SCP-7035.
Population: No permanent population, prior to October 1967 around 5,000 citizens.
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Area Class: Briar
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Nexus Interaction Protocol: Personnel are to wear NBC.Nuclear, biological, chemical suits when in or around Nx-84 due to non-anomalous fallout in the area.
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Containment Facility: Site-43
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Description: Wonder World is located in a vast spatial anomaly, which is itself located in the former Boston, MA, USA. Prior to October 27th, 1967, Wonder World was a city that maintained, various industrial parks, research facilities, housing developments, schools, a university, and the headquarters of GOI-386.Dr. Wondertainment..
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The former population size or demographics of Nx-84 is largely unknown, however, testimonies by SCP-7035 and evidence recovered indicate that there were approximately five thousand citizens. The investigation into the culture of Nx-84 and testimonies by SCP-7035 have revealed that the population of Nx-84 followed a similar calendar to the Baseline world, sharing a majority of holidays and using a Gregorian-like system to measure years. However, the population of Nx-84 observed "Wonder Years", starting with the founding of the Dr. Wondertainment Company, in 1909.
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Testimonies by SCP-7035, the sole surviving Nx-84 citizen in the Baseline Universe, have revealed the goal of Nx-84 was referred to as "Wondermaking", the idea that life's purpose is to make the world a more wonderful place. The exact meaning of this idea appears to have been decided on a case-by-case basis by each citizen of Nx-84.
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Addendum: Nx-84 features little remaining anomalous properties, but remains within a spatial anomaly.
Foreword: SCP-7035 requested a private conversation with Field Agent Burke once arriving at Site-43. While this request was initially denied, it was ultimately approved once SCP-7035 refused to participate in any preliminary interviews before this conversation.
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<Begin Log>
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Field Agent Burke: Good morning, SCP-7035.
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SCP-7035: Hey Burke. Can you call me by my real name?
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Field Agent Burke: Sure, normally it would be against protocol but normally I wouldn't be here so…What do you want me to call you?
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SCP-7035: Alice.
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Field Agent Burke: Well, Alice, they told me you were being uncooperative. Isn't the whole reason I'm here so you'd cooperate?
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SCP-7035: I was being cooperative, but I was overwhelmed and wanted to talk to you. My whole life I was told to hide from people like the Foundation, and now they're my only hope. It feels wrong.
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Field Agent Burke: Yeah…You'll be fine here.
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SCP-7035: Were you going to say something else?
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Field Agent Burke: No, I just misspoke.
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SCP-7035: The last thing I need is for you to start lying to me. I already don't trust the Foundation, but like I said I have no choice. I just wish you guys didn't destroy Wonder World.
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Field Agent Burke:We didn't destroy anything! It was those fucking soviets! The Foundation just intervened.
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SCP-7035: I wasn't accusing you of doing anything, I meant in a broader sense the…
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Field Agent Burke: You meant the Foundation, or in your mind what the Foundation is, right? The Foundation barely exists anymore, it's more of a name, a division of PENTAGRAM. I know you don't know any better but don't group me with those people.
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SCP-7035: I wasn't implying you were responsible, and how would I know not to associate you with the Foundation, do you not work for them?
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Field Agent Burke: In name only. I used to be in the Coast Guard. Joined right before the war. After the nukes hit, we, those who didn't know of the anomalous, thought that was the worst of it. Then we got orders, not from our command but straight from the Pentagon. We knew little information but our mission was to keep an eye on inland. Hundreds of anomalies from about a dozen Foundation sites were loose on the now ruined East Coast.
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SCP-7035: So you're in the Coast Guard?
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Field Agent Burke: Yes, but I have to wear this stupid uniform. I stayed in because I had nothing left, and now I am a Field Agent, "undercover" in the Coast Guard. Everyone on my ship knew I was working with Pentagram, it's hard to hide the anomalous and those who deal with it these days, especially in the military.
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SCP-7035: Is that why you didn't want to come here?
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Field Agent Burke: Partially, yeah. I also didn't think you needed me so much. Why is that anyways?
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SCP-7035: I just don't want to be alone, and you found me. We talked for a long time. I've told you all this before.
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Field Agent Burke: I know, it just doesn't make sense to me.
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SCP-7035: When you were talking to me on the ship, I felt there was something different about you. You weren't the stereotypical government type, the kind I was told to fear. It felt like you wanted to help, to make things better. I also want to make things better, it's what I was taught to do in Wonder World.
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Field Agent Burke: You got all of that from our first conversation?
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SCP-7035: I'm very observant.
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Field Agent Burke: I don't think that's the right word, but I get what you mean I think. Regardless, I think you're wrong. I'm not trying to change things, to make them better. After I found out how bad things were, I gave up.
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SCP-7035: There is more to look forward to, and change to be made. We can make the world better.
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Field Agent Burke: All that we have to look forward to was either destroyed or stopped by the government when they contained SCP-7992.
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SCP-7035: I'm sure it's not that bad. And even if it is, we have two worlds, remember? Sure this one is sad, and kinda destroyed but there is an entire Earth, untouched by the events that happened here. You can visit that place, and when I go back I'm sure I can get help for this world.
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Field Agent Burke: I don't…
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SCP-7035 interrupts Field Agent Burke.
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SCP-7035: Remember, things can get better, Think of the future, an optimistic future.
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Field Agent Burke: I can't think of any…I'll try…I look forward to you getting back to your world. I'm glad that I can help at least one person.
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SCP-7035: That's…the most bitter-sweet sentence I've ever heard.
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Field Agent Burke: It's true though. When I think about it, the only good thing I have going is helping you. I've done nothing but watch the world get worse for the last decade basically. I hope you make it back safely, and when you do perhaps we can get some help, I just hope the Foundation there is…
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SCP-7035: Is?
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Field Agent Burke: Nothing. Let's just focus on the bright side, getting you back home, right?
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SCP-7035: That's the spirit.
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Field Agent Burke: Yeah…Well, it was nice talking, SCP-7035. I think I have to go now.
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SCP-7035: I thought you didn't do anything here?
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Field Agent Burke: I still have paperwork, unfortunately.
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SCP-7035: Ah, well I'll talk to you some other time.
Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview between Dr. Sanders, accompanied by Field Agent Burke, and SCP-7035.
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<Begin Log>
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Field Agent Burke: Good morning, Alic…SCP-7035. This is Dr. Sanders, he'll be talking to you today while I stay here to make sure you are comfortable.
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Dr. Sanders: I'm just going to ask a few questions, this shouldn't take long. After this, we'll run a few tests with your powers. Only with your full permission of course.
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SCP-7035: Why can't Burke ask the questions, is he not allowed to?
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Dr. Sanders: He's allowed to talk, but for this conversation, I will be asking the questions as I am trained for this type of thing and Burke is, respectfully, out of his comfort zone.
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Field Agent Burke: He's right, I'm out of my league here.
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SCP-7035: I guess that makes sense.
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Dr. Sanders: Great. Let's get started. When did you first notice you had powers?
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SCP-7035: I first realized I have powers when I was nine, so about ten years ago. It wasn't until I was about thirteen that I could effectively use my portals.
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Dr. Sanders: And how would you use these portals?
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SCP-7035: Initially I would use them to visit the mirror Wonder World and meet people I already knew for a second time. I…I'd sometimes redo conversations with people that I made upset in my world.
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Dr. Sanders: I see, and did anyone else know about your powers? I'm sure there were people who would find your abilities interesting.
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SCP-7035: Not many people knew about my portals. I told a few friends, both from this world and my home, but it was never a public thing.
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Dr. Sanders: Why keep it a secret, were there people that would've taken advantage of your abilities?
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SCP-7035: In Wonder World? No. Outside? Yes. There were groups in the city that would've kidnapped me and sold me or something worse. I was also told when growing up that there were groups in the normal world that would seek to contain all things unnatural, so pretty much everything in Wonder World. The Foundation being one of them.
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Dr. Sanders: Do you feel any hostilities towards The Foundation?
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SCP-7035: Me personally, no. I was hoping if I worked with you I could go home.
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Dr. Sanders: That's good to hear, and I also hope we can help you. After we figure out more about you, of course.
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Field Agent Burke shuffles in his seat and crosses his arms.
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SCP-7035: You doing okay, Burke?
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Field Agent Burke: What..oh, uh.
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Dr. Sanders glares and Field Agent Burke. SCP-7035 does not notice this.
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Field Agent Burke: Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired.
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Dr. Sanders: SCP-7035, can you tell me more about your abilities?
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SCP-7035: I can make portals between my world and this one on mirrors, but only specific ones. And up until recently, I could pass through these portals.
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Dr. Sanders: Could anyone else pass through these portals?
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SCP-7035: Yeah, at least they used to. I haven't had the chance to try it since I've been trapped here. I could also bring things through.
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Dr. Sanders: Ok, and what specific mirrors would work?
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SCP-7035: I'm not sure, but I know I couldn't use portable mirrors or any brand-new mirrors. I'd usually stick to older ones. Ones that haven't moved in a while.
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Dr. Sanders: What about Wonder World? Could you tell me more about that?
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SCP-7035: Well, It was a city within a city. A magical place that only the innocent-minded could enter. Where nothing bad ever happened. A place where everybody's goal was to spread child-like happiness.
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Dr. Sanders: Why'd you leave? Especially considering you claimed to know our world was destroyed.
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SCP-7035: Is that important?
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Dr. Sanders: Yes, every question I ask is very important.
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SCP-7035 looks at Field Agent Burke. He looks back and shrugs. SCP-7035 deeply exhales before beginning to speak.
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SCP-7035: I was running from someone I made very upset. I ran to the mirror world. When I tried to make my way back I realized I was trapped. After trying to get back for…hours…I left Wonder Word, or what's left of it, and was found by Burke.
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Dr. Sanders: Why was someone upset with you?
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SCP-7035: I really don't see how that's important.
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Dr. Sanders: I assure you this is all necessary, after all, we need to trust you.
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SCP-7035: I…I might have been cheating with my boyfriend, with himself. He found out and freaked out, and I ran.
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Dr. Sanders: That's surprising, but not an issue. I'm sorry you had to talk about it, but we need to make sure you don't have a violent history. The good news though, this concludes our interview for today. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Burke will now escort you back to your room.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Site-43 granted permission to test SCP-7035's claims of creating 'portals' between the Baseline and its alleged home world.
Protocol: SCP-7035 is provided with a hand-held mirror and is told to create a 'portal'
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Results: In accordance with SCP-7035's claims, the hand-held mirror fails to host a portal created by SCP-7035.
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Test 02:
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Protocol: A full body mirror was wheeled into the test chamber and SCP-7035 is told to create a 'portal'
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Results: Similar results to test 01. SCP-7035 recommends the use of an older stationary mirror.
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Test 03:
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Protocol: A mirror located in Site-43's H&S' breakroom, which is part of Site-43's oldest wing, was chosen and SCP-7035 is told to create a 'portal'
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Results: SCP-7035 was successful in creating a 'portal' which was identified as an Extrauniversal Selective Way and further documented as SCP-7035-A.
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Test 03.1:
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Protocol: SCP-7035 is told to enter SCP-7035-2 via SCP-7035-A.
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Results: SCP-7035 is unable to enter SCP-7035-A.
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Test 03.2:
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Protocol: N/A
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Results: A human similar in appearance to Researcher Kingsly.Kingsly was en route to Site-43 from Site-55 on October 27th, 1967, when he was killed in the East Coast nuclear detonations. entered SCP-7035-2 Site-43's H&S breakroom before looking into the baseline universe through SCP-7035-A, making visual contact with the Research team, running out of sight, and setting off a containment breach alarm in their Site-43 analog. SCP-7035 was then ordered to close SCP-7035-A which they are successful in doing so.
SCP-7035 appears to have full control over creating and closing their own Extrauniversal Selective Ways, something the Foundation and PENTAGRAM have struggled to study, let alone replicate for decades. This, along with SCP-7035's statements about these ways warrant the exploration of SCP-7035's home world, which we believe to be a parallel universe of an unknown divergence level. The potential of this anomaly is immeasurable, and I am formally requesting significant funding for SCP-7035's research team to try to research and utilize this anomaly to the fullest.
+-Site-43 Director Scout
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Request approved
+-Adm. T. H. Moorer, Chairman of PJCS.PENTAGRAM Joint Chiefs of Staff
NOTE: THE FOLLOWING SUMMIT INVOLVED MEMBERS FROM THE O5 COUNCIL AND SITE-43 DIRECTOR SCOUT.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SCOUT: Good afternoon Gentlemen, as we all know the subject of this meeting is urgent and well-known to you all, I will get to the point. SCP-7035-2 is a parallel universe of substantial value.
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O5-1: What makes SCP-7035-2 different from the dozens of other parallel universes? Why is it important?
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SCOUT: Well, SCP-7035-2 is the first parallel universe we have discovered since Pentagram has been overseeing Foundation operations. The Foundation has been confirmed to exist inside of SCP-7035-2, implying they could still have access to anomalies we no longer have.
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O5-5: That's a bit of a jump. What anomalies are you even referring to?
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SCOUT: To name a few we hope they have SCP-2000, 6999, as well as an unused Project 39B-1955-N.
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O5-5: Wait, unused? What is the divergence degree of SCP-7035-2?
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SCOUT: My team at Site-43 believe SCP-7035-2 has a difference of over ten degrees, up to thirty. We need to further explore SCP-7035-2 to…
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O5-5: Are you asking permission to send a team into the anomaly?
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SCOUT: Yes, but I'm also requesting to submit a proposal for a plan I've created, which would involve cooperating with their Foundation for a limited time.
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O5-5: Work with them? We haven't even contacted them yet. What makes you think we will work with them, how do you even know if they will work with us?
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SCOUT: I intend to send a copy of my proposal with the exploration team, it will also be our first contact.
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O5-5: That's not ho…
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O5-1: Send us the proposal, and we will inform you of our decision within a week. The Joint Chiefs of Staff will personally review it as well, so keep that in mind.
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O5-5: Scout, what do you expect to get out of SCP-7035-2?
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SCOUT: Several things, resources that we can…
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O5-5: I mean end results, what can we get from SCP-7035-2?
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SCOUT: I think we can undo the damage of what the Foundation did, we can bring back the East Coast, including the people. We can remove any trace of SCP-7993. The ties with the rest of the world can be rebuilt, we can end the war.
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O5-5: I hope you know the stakes of making such grandiose goals.
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SCOUT: I understand.
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O5-1: Director Scout, you better have a good plan.
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[END LOG]
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Operation Spiral Renegade
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APPROVED BY HIGH COMMAND & THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT.
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Classification: Top Secret, FOUO
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Parties Involved: United States PENTAGRAM, The Foundation.
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Foreword: The following plan was developed by Site-43 Director Scout, who has overseen the initial containment and study of SCP-7035.
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Stage one
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JTF Whiskey-12 "Wonderful World" will contact Site-43-2.Entities, locations, and organizations inside of SCP-7035-2 are documented with a -2 and deliver a false copy of this plan, they will be provided with minimal information to prevent diplomatic interference on their part.
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Stage two
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Upon successful contact and the establishment of a mutual cooperation agreement, construction on SCP-7035-A1 will begin. SCP-7035-A1 will be a 300ft by 120ft mirror constructed in the former Site-55 and Site-55-2 which will be used as the primary accessway to SCP-7035-2. The large size of SCP-7035-A1 is due to the requirement for vehicles and other large objects to pass through it.
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Stage three
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Once SCP-7035-2 has been properly assessed and the location of SCP-2000 and Project 39B-1955-N are discovered a rapid covert acquisitions team will be dispatched to retrieve the objects. At the same time, JTF Whiskey-12 will launch several attacks on Site-55-2, initially targeting its communications capabilities to prevent any notice of this attack from reaching their High Command.
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Stage four
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When the objects are retrieved and secure, SCP-7035 will be ordered to close SCP-7035-A1 before being placed into an indefinite medically induced coma, to prevent it from reopening SCP-7035-A1.
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Predicted Resulting Action: Following a successful enaction of this plan the United States PENTAGRAM would have access to SCP-2000, which would aid in the recreation of the East Coast, as well as an intact Project 39B-1955-N, which could be used to undo the effects of Project Protector.
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O5 COUNCIL VOTE TO RUN A DECEPTION OPERATION IN ORDER TO ACQUIRE HIGHLY VALUABLE ASSETS FROM SCP-7035-2, EFFECTIVELY ENDING ANY DIPLOMATIC CHANNELS WITH SCP-7035-2:
Protocol: SCP-7035 opened SCP-7035-A in the same manner as in test 03. The time of day was 0100, chosen to be the lowest personnel traffic time in Site-43 H&S wing, assuming traffic levels of Site-43-2 were similar to the Baseline universe.
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Subject: SCP-7035-2.
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Team Lead: Special Agent Jameson, UIU
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Team Members: Special Agent Jameson(W-1), Researcher Maxwell(W-2), Sgt. Baker(W-3).PENTAGRAM representative, and Dr. McMarren(W-4).Foundation Representative.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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W-1: Entering.
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W-2: Entering
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W-3: Entering
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W-4: Entering
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All members of JTF Whiskey-12 are located in SCP-7035-2 at this point.
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W-1: Initial surroundings appear to be similar to the baseline. I can spot a few minor differences, but nothing significant. I can see a calendar, checking it now.
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W-3: Do we really need to look at everything? We have strict orders to make contact and deliver the message ASAP.
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W-4: I agree, we can then research the smaller things later.
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W-4: I agree, we can then research the smaller things later. For now, We should just move on and make contact with the Foundation here.
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W-2: Guys, I think someone's coming.
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W-1: Remember, we're just here to talk.
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W-3: Lock it up, they're coming.
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A janitor appears around the corner, he turns on the light to the breakroom and immediately spots all four members of JTF Whiskey-12.
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UNKNOWN: H-hey guys. Is there some kind of training going on?
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W-2: Uh, yes. In fact, we're doing a surprise penetration test of this facility. We actually need to talk to the Director immediately, to discuss the uh…results.
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The janitor stands motionless for a second, staring at the group. He appears to try to speak several times but fails to do so.
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W-1: Don't worry, you're not in trouble. We need you to bring us to the Director's office. We can show you our clearance cards.
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UNKOWN: Uh, yeah. Sure, show me your cards and I'll bring you. I'm not in trouble, right?
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W-1: No, the only ones in trouble are internal security and the Director.
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W-1, -2, -3, and -4 show the janitor their cards. After this, they are led to the director's office. They stop outside the Director's office.
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W-4: I'll make first contact, after all, they appear to be Foundation.
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W-2: Makes sense to me.
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W-3: Why don't we just all go in?
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W-4: Well, assuming they are a Foundation director their reaction to four armed men barging in at 0130, unannounced, would not be the best for our mission.
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W-3: Jameson, what's our next move?
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W-1: Let's let McMarren go in, but have him leave his gear outside. McMarren, dress down as much as possible and leave behind your weapons.
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W-4: Sounds good.
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W-4 dresses down to their plainclothes. W-1,-2, and -3 leave the immediate area. W-4 knocks on the Director's door.
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Director Scout-2: Come in.
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W-4 enters the office, the room is laid out similarly to the baseline-Scout's office.
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W-4: Good evening, Dr. Scout. I have a new anomaly to bring to your attention.
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Director Scout-2: And who are you?
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W-4: Dr. McMarren. I'm new here, so I'm sure you haven't memorized my face yet.
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Director Scout-2: Very well, and what is this anomaly you want to bring to my attention?
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W-4: A human female, capable of creating Extrauniversal Selective Ways on mirrors. Ways created transport subjects to and from this universe and mine.
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Director Scout-2: Extrauniversal Selective Ways? I've never hea-wait did you just say "to and from this universe and mine"?
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W-4: Yes, I am here as a liaison of the Foundation in my universe. We want to cooperate to better utilize this anomaly.
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Director Scout-2: Utilize the anomaly? What is the Foundation's goal in your universe?
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W-4: To preserve Normalcy, as defined by a consensus formed by the O5 Council and JCS.
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Director Scout-2: JCS? Is your Foundation run by the United States military?
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W-4: It's managed by the United States government, but I assure you we are only better than before.
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Director Scout-2: Before?
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W-4: Before the war. 1967, the Soviets declared war by destroying the East Coast, and the Foundation caused the nuclear defense program to stop working. It was a huge conflict, the veil is barely intact. After the war, the US had no choice but the take more firm control of the Foundation.
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Director Scout-2: And this female, why can she make these ways?
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W-4: We don't know, but that's not the point. I have documents for your eyes only, I was told they were the plans for our cooperation.
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Director Scout-2: Ok, let's look those over.
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Director Scout-2 reads over the document for a few moments.
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W-4: Everything looks good?
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Director Scout-2: Not entirely, but I'm sure you would be willing to change some things around. Now about that anomaly, the girl. Has anyone run more in-depth tests since these documents were made?
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W-4: I'm not sure and like I said, it's not the point. All we need her for is to open a way from our world to yours, so we can work with you. It sounds like you don't want to cooperate.
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Director Scout-2: I never said that. It just seems like we have different goals. From what I'm gathering, all you want is the Foundation's help, which I understand, but it appears that in this frenzy to reach us you have neglected to further research SCP-7035.
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W-4: You're cooperation is all that matters.
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Director Scout-2: I'll maintain communications with you, and I'd imagine the O5 will consider exchanging mutually beneficial information, to learn from each other, and I imagine we will help you in your goal to restore the damage done by containment breaches in your world. However, I can't promise it will be to such a scale as in these plans.
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W-4: Any assistance is worthwhile. Is there anything else you would like to ask me?
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Director Scout-2: Yes, is that the entire plan?
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W-4: I have not been briefed on the specifics, so I do not know.
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Director Scout-2: That will be all then. I will need to enact containment protocols on you and your way here.
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W-4: Understandable. Oh! And one thing before I leave. Do not move the mirror in that break room. If you do our way here will not work, and we will be forced to find another one.
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Director Scout-2: Understood.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statements: All members of JTF Whiskey-12 were taken into quarantine by SCP-7035-2's Foundation following a similar protocol to the baseline Foundation. As such, no counter-measures were taken to retrieve the members early and after forty-eight hours JTF Whiskey-12 returned to the baseline universe through SCP-7035-A.
Foreword: The following is a transcript of a conversation between SCP-7035 and Field Agent Burke. This conversation was unscheduled and unauthorized.
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<Begin Log>
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Field Agent Burke enters SCP-7035's containment cell, it is surprised by this.
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Field Agent Burke: Hey Alice, sorry for barging in.
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SCP-7035: That's fine. Why are you here though, I didn't think I had an interview today.
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Field Agent Burke: I just wanted to talk.
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SCP-7035: Oh, ok. What do yo…
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Field Agent Burke: It's funny, you're the closest I have to a friend. No one here takes me seriously.
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SCP-7035: I'm close to a friend?
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Field Agent Burke: No! I mean yes. I…I meant you are my only friend here. I just can't be saying that out loud.
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SCP-7035: Ah, you can't say you're my friend but you can just walk in and talk to me, unscheduled? Kinda weird. I…
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SCP-7035 starts to speak but is interrupted by Field Agent Burke.
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Field Agent Burke: Alice. Those tests, what did they make you do?
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SCP-7035: Oh! I wanted to talk to you about that. They tested my ability to open portals to my world, they called it a "way" for some reason. I still couldn't pass through though, but they said they will still help me.
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Field Agent Burke: Alice, did they send people into your portal?
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SCP-7035: Yeah, did you read the test results?
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Field Agent Burke: I wasn't authorized to but that's not the point. Alice, I've only worked with the Foundation for a few years, but once I was assigned to them back in 73' I saw what they did to anomalies, sentient ones. Your own documentation refers to you as it.
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SCP-7035: What did they do?
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Field Agent Burke: Destroyed them. Thousands, and to be honest I thought it was a good thing. The Foundation had done terrible things and I saw what the United States was doing to it as a victory, especially after the coast. I really hated the Foundation.
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SCP-7035: Why are you telling me this?
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Field Agent Burke: Look, Alice, I'm not trying to scare you. I…
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Field Agent Burke stops as he notices SCP-7035 appears distressed.
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Field Agent Burke: Alice. They won't hurt you, that's why I'm here. Why I bring all of this up is I might be one of the few people here that has a problem with what they have planned for you.
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SCP-7035: What they have planned for me?!
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Field Agent Burke: I…They are going to enter your world, steal anomalies, and leave. To make sure they are safe, they're going to force you to close the portal and place you in a coma, indefinitely.
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SCP-7035: They're going to kill me.
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Field Agent Burke: Alice, they aren't going to carry out this plan for a while, we have time. I've been talking to Dr. Scout, he is the director here and he has a plan to save you.
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SCP-7035: If he's in charge then why doesn't he just not kill me?
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Field Agent Burke: He's not the one in charge, Pentagram is. You need to remember that when I tell you the plan. The Foundation here is not what it used to be, it's a shell of its former self.
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SCP-7035: Ok, but what's the plan?
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Field Agent Burke: We can't discuss that here, they're listening.
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SCP-7035: They are?!
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Field Agent Burke: Yes, we need to go now. Scout has a place for us to meet.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: The following events relating to this meeting were documented as Incident Log|09/12/1976.
Field Agent Burke enters SCP-7035-A's staging area, there are several researchers present. Field Agent Burke has a stack of papers on his person, which he hands a researcher.
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Field Agent Burke: I'm here for an unscheduled exploration of SCP-7035-2, authorized by Director Scout. As you can see here.
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Researcher McMarren: This is certainly unexpected but it appears to check out. Oh! You're the guy, assigned to SCP-7035 for some reason. Why are you still here? SCP-7035 still freaking out when it's alone?
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Field Agent Burke: I'm assigned to her to assist in research. Which I'm doing now. I am a Field Agent after all.
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Researcher McMarren: Really? Do you do a lot of exploration in the Coast Guard?
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Field Agent Burke: Just let me through.
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Researcher McMarren: Aye Aye!
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Field Agent Burke: Fuck you.
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In accordance with SCP-7035-2's exploration protocol, Field Agent Burke was fit with a microphone. He enters SCP-7035-2. Sounds of him walking can be heard for twenty minutes before he is heard knocking on a door.
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Field Agent Burke: C'mon, please be here.
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Director Scout-2: Come in.
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Field Agent Burke: Yes!
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Sounds of a door opening can be heard.
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Field Agent Burke: Hello, Dr. Scout. I have urgent news, relating to SCP-7035.
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Director Scout-2: Are you authorized to be here? I thought our agreements permitted only scheduled meetings.
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Field Agent Burke: It's an emergency. I read the transcripts from when McMarren was here. He's an asshole.
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Director Scout-2: Is that what you wanted to tell me? That you don't like one of your co-workers?
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Field Agent Burke: No. I have documents for you, I'm whistleblowing. These are the real plans.
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Field Agent Burke hands Director Scout-2 a copy of the undoctored plans.
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Director Scout: This is…absurd, but these signatures match the plans I was given. Thank you for this, but can I ask why?
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Field Agent Burke: To be honest I couldn't care less about the Foundation. I lost most everything I cared about when the Soviets nuked New York, killing everyone I have ever known. I blamed the Foundation for a long time. Thought it was their fault.
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Field Agent Burke pauses for a moment before continuing.
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Field Agent Burke: I only recently realized now that the Foundation prevented more deaths from nukes. Stopping it on the East Coast, as that was as fast as they could do it. No soviet family had to experience what I went through, at least they shouldn't have but we invaded, killing millions anyways.
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Director Scout: I'm sorry, but that still doesn't explain why you told me this information.
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Field Agent Burke: Once they get what they want from your world they're going to kill SCP-7035, closing her portal and preventing you guys from entering our world. She's all I have left.
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Director Scout: I see. She can't enter her own ways, and once we would launch any counter-attack they'd probably just kill her anyways. What's your plan?
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Field Agent Burke: We… Hold on. Scout printed them out. Ah! here they are. But, before we go over the…
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The audio feed from Field Agent Burke ceases to broadcast, and at the same time, SCP-7035-A closed. Attempts to find SCP-7035 in Site-43 are unsuccessful. Following this, The confirmed neutralization of SCP-7035 was made a level 5 priority by order of the O5 Council and PJCS. Both Director Scout and Field Agent Burke have yet to be found and are herby documented as POI-4678 and POI-4679 respectively.
On October 10th, 1976 Nx-84 increased in anomalous activity detected by an extreme rise in plant growth in the Boston area, however, unlike previously predicted, Nx-84 spread outwards from its original spatial anomaly. Containment efforts began immediately, however, personnel responding failed to effectively fight the plant growth originating from Nx-84, of which the original entrance was unable to be accessed by October 11th due to anomalously large and dense plant growth. By October 20th the area formerly comprising Boston was overgrown, and growths began to resemble structures or varying forms and colors, frequently featuring bright and varied colors.
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By November 1st, significant United States military presence was called in as Nx-84 had expanded to the size of Massachusetts. Due to strict media control in place due to SCP-7993, public knowledge of this event was largely unknown. The areas closest to Nx-84, primarily Boston, now closely resembled a city-sized theme park of varying bright colors. As the growth of Nx-84 did not slow down, the O5 Council declared an RK-Class Restructuring Scenario, and in accordance with this declaration, the veil was lifted announcing the Foundation's presence in the world.
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On December 24th, 1976 Nx-84 stopped expanding, having covered the states of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Delaware, New Hampshire, Vermont, Connecticut, and Large portions of Maine, New York, and Pennsylvania. The resulting area was reclassified as Nx-84, and exploration was chosen over destruction, as it was detected a large number of humanoid entities resided in Nx-84.
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The following is the only exploration log of Nx-84. Following this exploration is prohibited and Nx-84 is to be monitored but not interacted with:
Team Members: Special Agent Jameson(W-1), Researcher Maxwell(W-2), Sgt. Baker(W-3), and Dr. McMarren(W-4).
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[BEGIN LOG]
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JTF Whiskey-12 was air dropped into what was identified as Downtown Boston.
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W-1: Humanoid entities appear to notice our presence, however, they are not approaching.
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W-2: They're celebrating Christmas.
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W-2 points to a large Christmas tree, at its base, are several large gift-wrapped boxes.
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W-4: Maybe, but how do we not know they're celebrating something else? Maybe it just closely resembles Christmas.
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A man dressed in a bright blue coat, a reflective orange sash, and an unusually large custodian's helmet with a badge on the front that reads 'Wonder World Security Force™' runs up to W-1.
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Wonder World Security Agent: Halt! You are forbidden from proceeding any further as your hall passes have been revoked. If you'll come with me, I'll escort you out.
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W-3: Woah Woah. You are on United States soil. You have no authority here.
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Wonder World Security Agent: The United States? Oh, that place. They moved out here a while ago. I can escort you to the nearest United States border.
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W-2: They didn't move out, this place was destroyed!
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Wonder World Security Agent: Please, if you'll follow me. I don't want to have to call in for backup.
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W-3 aims his gun at the Wonder World Security Agent.
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W-3: You'll bring us to who is in charge.
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Wonder World Security Agent: S-Sure thing, I'll have you know though I don't think you'll like what you'll find.
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W-1: Doesn't matter, just lead us to your boss.
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The Wonder World Security Agent leads JTF Whiskey-12 to the original confines of Nx-84, it appears similar to the area surrounding it, albeit with more Christmas decorations. Whiskey-12 is led to a large, greek-architecture building with a large sign in bubble font displaying "WONDER COAST CAPITOL.
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Wonder World Security Agent: Here you are, our local leader, second only to Dr. Wondertainment.
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W-1: Leave the area. W-2 and W-4 stay outside. W-3 stay with them and make sure they don't go far.
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W-3: Understood.
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W-1 enters the building. The interior is largely empty, featuring an extremely large mirror, identical to SCP-7035-A1. On the other side is a similarly sized interior.
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W-1: It's nearby.
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SCP-7035:Over PA system Why have you come here!? Can't you see? Your world is beautiful now.
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W-1: You built over the largest burial site in history. You disrespected the lost lives of over a hundred million people. Do you call that beautiful?
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SCP-7035:Over PA system I did what you couldn't do. Your world's biggest tragedy turned wonderful. A new world on top of the old. I started something new. I know you're world is plagued with more problems than just PENTAGRAM. Vital anomalies, ones that could've redone things how they were. You didn't have them, but we do.
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W-1: Our biggest problem is anomalies like you.
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SCP-7035:Over PA system I wouldn't be so sure.
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W-1: I'll find you.
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SCP-7035:Over PA system Who will you believe? Dr. Scout?
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Dr. Scout:Recording over PA SCP-7035-2 has potential as a universe that still possesses functioning anomalies that could assist in the rebuilding of and repopulation of the East Coast, of most promise SCP-2000.
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W-1: That's not real. Your world's only advantage is the East Coast still existed.
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SCP-7035:Over PA System Some Admiral?
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Adm. T. H. Moorer:Recording over PA It is of my professional opinion as Chairman of PENTAGRAM, that SCP-7035-2 is the most promising anomaly we have found since 1967. It possesses a wealth of anomalies that either never existed for us or ceased to function after the enactment of Project Protector.
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W-1: We are stronger than you! You just had more anomalies, which means your reality was weaker than ours. Falling apart at the seams. Rotting.
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Special Agent Jameson:Recording over PA My opinion, once provided this information by Dr. Scout, is this other world, the one that got nuked, is…sad. They seem desperate to hide their mistakes, as expected for an organization of this type.
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W-1: We didn't…I…we…
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W-1 slowly falls to the ground. SCP-7035 approaches him and reaches their hand out.
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SCP-7035:In person Jameson, get up.
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W-1: We failed them. All those people. We're just trying to fix things.
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SCP-7035 helps W-1 stand up.
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SCP-7035: You're world is damaged, and there are some bad people that are taking advantage of scared people, like you. Good people are being led to do horrible things.
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W-1: You know we just wanted to fix the coast.
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SCP-7035: I know, we all do. You have the chance to make things better. Nobody can go back and undo what has been done, we can recreate them physically but it wouldn't be the same. What I'm doing, with the help of Dr. Scout and Wondertainment is progress, making something good out of something horrible. Do you understand?
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W-1: I guess. But I can't stop The Foundation.
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SCP-7035: The growth of Wonder Land was controlled, and we can make it continue, faster than before. Much faster. We have proof, and testimonies from people the O5 would believe. Tell the Foundation that if we get left alone, we stop the growth, and Wonder Land stays as it is. If they try to attack us, then the entire United States will be overgrown in a matter of days, with or without my help. Do you understand?
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W-1: Yeah.
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SCP-7035: Good. Now, I'll arrange for you and your team to travel out of here. You report this information to your bosses.
Following this, as well as private transmissions to the O5 Council and PJCS from NX-84, the Foundation, PENTAGRAM, and UIU have been prohibited from operating in Nx-84.
Nexus Interaction Protocol: Personnel are prohibited from openly operating in Nx-84, in accordance with the 1977 Anomalous Protection Act2.
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Containment Facility: Site-43
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Description: Wonder World is located on the East Coast of the United States of America, in a territory formerly comprising the US states of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Delaware, New Hampshire, Vermont, Connecticut, and large portions of Maine, New York, and Pennsylvania.
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Prior to October 10th, 1976, Wonder World was a single city that maintained, various industrial parks, research facilities, housing developments, schools, a university, and the headquarters of GOI-386 that was located solely in a spatial anomaly, which itself was located in the former Boston, MA, USA.
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The investigation into the culture of Nx-84, as well as testimonies by SCP-7035 prior to its relocation to Nx-84, have revealed the population of Nx-84 follows a similar calendar to the Baseline world, sharing a majority of holidays and uses a Gregorian-like system to measure years. However, the population of Nx-84 observes "Wonder Years", starting with the founding of the Dr. Wondertainment Company, in 1909.
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The goal of Nx-84 is allegedly referred to as "Wondermaking", the idea that life's purpose is to make the world a more wonderful place. The exact meaning of this idea appears to have been decided on a case-by-case basis by each citizen of Nx-84. Another current goal of Nx-84 appears to be to manifest itself in more territory, with the theorized goal of overtaking the United States.
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Nx-84 has political ties with several known Groups of Interest, most notably the Global Occult Coalition, Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., Manna Charitable Foundation, Prometheus Labs, Inc., and The Serpent's Hand. All of which were signing members of the 1977 Anomalous Protection act.
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Addendum:Nx-84 is the largest threat to the United States on American soil, however, PENTAGRAM and the Foundation can't act without starting a war with the entire anomalous world, which is rallying around Nx-84 as some common ground. Nx-84 is a ticking time bomb that we are unable to defuse without sparking a chain reaction, removing what little normalcy we have left. We will overcome this obstacle. - Adm. T. H. Moorer, Chairman of PENTAGRAM.
Billboard advertising SCP-7118's services. Advertisement depicts SCP-7118-1-E, two instances of SCP-7118-2, and two instances of SCP-7118-4.
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Special Containment Procedures: Following Operation: FAMILY TREE, SCP-7118 was shut down on the premise of mishandling client assets.1 All captured SCP-7118-2 through -4 instances are currently contained in standard humanoid containment facilities at Site-88. Family members and close associates of SCP-7118 instances were provided with amnestics and Foundation-devised cover stories as appropriate.
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Description: SCP-7118 refers to Simpson & Sons, a wealth management firm based in Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Founded in 1964 by the original Horace Simpson, SCP-7118-1-A, the firm specialised in providing financial advice and services to individuals, families, and small businesses.2
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SCP-7118's anomalous properties become apparent when one of the firm's employees is promoted. The promoted individual will take on the personality, appearance, and genetic makeup of the original position holder.3
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SCP-7118's anomalous effects on promoted employees are permanent. They will persist past an employee leaving the firm via quitting, retirement, dismissal, or death. The firm's expansion over time has resulted in multiple employees per position, leading to multiple instances assuming the same identity.
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Promoted employees are designated SCP-7118-#-X in accordance with the table below:
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Chief Executive Officer
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Horace Simpson
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SCP-7118-1
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SCP-7118-1-E
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Director
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Andrew Douglas
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SCP-7118-2
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SCP-7118-2-N
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Vice President
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Alexander Booth
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SCP-7118-3
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SCP-7118-3-Q
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SCP-7118-3-T
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SCP-7118-3-V➜SCP-7118-3-Z
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Assistant Vice President
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Hank Davis
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SCP-7118-4
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SCP-7118-4-X
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SCP-7118-4-AB
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SCP-7118-4-AE➜SCP-7118-4-AK
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Analyst / Support Staff
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N/A: Analysts, the entry-level position at SCP-7118, display no anomalous traits until promoted to Assistant Vice President, at which point they become a SCP-7118-4 instance. Support staff display no anomalous traits.4
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SCP-7118-4, Assistant Vice President, is the only position created after the firm's founding, in 1982. SCP-7118-4-A, the original Hank Davis, was the first analyst promoted into the position, with no anomalous effects occurring.5 SCP-7118-1 through SCP-7118-3 were all positions created by SCP-7118-1-A at the firm's creation, with 1-A also running the recruitment process for these roles.
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Individuals interacting with SCP-7118 instances, in both professional and personal capacities, will perceive none of the instances' anomalous attributes. Logical inconsistencies will either be ignored or explained away — individuals can be in a room with multiple instances of the same person with no recognition of anomalous activity. The only exception to this is if individuals are made aware of SCP-7118's anomalous properties before interaction.
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Addendum 7118.01: Operation FAMILY TREE - Interview Log 012
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The Foundation was made aware of SCP-7118's existence via an anonymous tip. A preliminary investigation, conducted by agents who had received advanced cognitohazard resistance training, confirmed SCP-7118's anomalous nature and the existence of SCP-7118 instances.
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Following this, Operation: FAMILY TREE was authorised to covertly infiltrate and investigate SCP-7118. A team of five agents posed as SCP-7118's auditors, and used this as a premise to gain access to SCP-7118 and observe and interact with SCP-7118 instances. Over the course of the operation, an SCP-7118-4 instance was promoted to SCP-7118-3, but agents were unable to directly observe the moment of transformation.6
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Interviewed: Lisa-Anne Collins
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Interviewer: Agent Christopher Sabato
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+Foreword: As part of the operation, agents conducted a series of interviews with both anomalous and non-anomalous SCP-7118 employees. Interview 012 took place with Lisa-Anne Collins, SCP-7118's Head of Front of House. Mrs Collins was selected for interview due to to her tenure at SCP-7118, 31 years at the time of interview, and her non-anomalous nature.
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One of the primary goals of the interview was to investigate how non-anomalous individuals perceived SCP-7118 instances.
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Agent Sabato: Good morning Mrs. Collins, I'm Christopher Sabato, and I'm part of the team conducting Simpson & Sons' audit this year. I'd like to start off by thanking you for making yourself available for this interview.
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Collins: No no, thank you Mr. Sabato! I've been the receptionist here for some time now, and I've never been asked for an interview. It may sound a little sad, but darn, I'm quite excited. And please, call me Lisa.
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Agent Sabato: Lisa, I wish everyone I worked with had your enthusiasm. Could you start off by introducing yourself and what you do here?
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+Collins: Why certainly! I've been here at Simpson & Sons for just over three decades now — I always feel so old when I say that! I'm officially the head receptionist, but I get involved in all bits and bobs. Back when I joined, there weren't that many of us, so you had to pitch in where needed; everyone knew the value of hard work. Even though we've grown since then, it feels just the same. The company name is pretty fitting, It may sound corny but we're like a family. Everyone knows everyone, and not just as colleagues but as friends. I feel like a mama to some of the boys working here. They look after me and I look after them.
Collins: If you want it in a word, busy. He's got so much going on, I don't know how he does it. He's a great man, you just have to look at what he's built here to see that. And he cares, he really cares. That family feel, it comes from the top. If you talk to some other folks, they may say he can be a bit scary from time to time. Now I don't disagree, but we all know it comes from the best place. If he didn't care, the company wouldn't be doing as well as it is, and we're all so grateful to him for that.
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Agent Sabato: Thank you Lisa. Now, could you tell me about the person in this photo?
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[Agent Sabato passes Collins a photograph of SCP-7118-3-T.]
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Collins: That is Alexander Booth! He heads up our Equity Research team — well, it's only three people but we call it a team. He's been with us eight, maybe nine years I think? He gets into the office earlier than most, stays later than most too. Likes his sport, big fan of the Atlanta Braves! Anything else you need to know?
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Agent Sabato: No, that's useful. Please can you do the same with this photo.
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[Agent Sabato places the photo used for SCP-7118-3-T's identification card when it first joined SCP-7118 in front of Collins. The photo depicts Maria Hoffler - SCP-7118-3-T's original, non-anomalous form.]
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Collins: Oh gosh, well that's an old photo indeed! It's Alexander again, that must have been taken when he'd just joined us. Time flies, huh?
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Agent Sabato: Does anything strike you as odd about it?
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[Collins stares at the photograph silently for 40 seconds.]
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Collins: Well, now you mention it, it … looks pretty blurry? Is that an issue, would a blurry photo have been a security risk? Mr Sabato, I'm afraid I don't quite understand the purpose of this — have we not been storing images properly on the systems? Is Alexander in any trouble?
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Agent Sabato: No, no Mrs. Collins, please don't fear. It's a new workshop we're trialling. We're looking to gain a more holistic understanding of Simpson & Sons than in our past assessments. What the culture and history of the firm are, what attitude you and other employees have to their work. Don't worry, when we've done these exercises at other companies they've had a similar reaction.
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Collins: Phew, I thought we could have been in some trouble there! I'm fussing myself over nothing.
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Agent Sabato: That's quite alright, I apologise for not explaining that at the beginning. Are you happy to continue?
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[Collins nods. Agent Sabato returns the photo of Maria Hofler to his briefcase, and replaces it with a photograph of SCP-7118-3-Y. In accordance with SCP-7118's anomalous properties, the photo is near identical to the one depicting SCP-7118-3-T. There are slight differences between instances in hairstyles and ages, with the latter accounted for by a 4 year difference between the dates of the instances' promotions.]
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Collins: That is Alexander Booth! He works with our family clients — planning for retirement, kids going to college and the like. He's been with us four years, maybe five years I think? He gets into the office earlier than most, stays later than most too. Likes his sport, big fan of the Atlanta Braves! Anything else you need to know?
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Agent Sabato: Mrs Collins, what are the differences between these two pictures?
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[Agent Sabato points at the photographs of SCP-7118-3-T and SCP-7118-3-Y.]
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Collins: Well as I've just told you, they're different people in different departments. They're both mighty fine people too from what I've heard. I … let me get a closer look.
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[Collins pulls the photographs closer to her, and stares at them intently. She does so, in silence, for 2 minutes.]
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Collins: I'm sorry I, I'm confused. Why are you asking this?
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Agent Sabato: Mrs Collins, these individuals look quite similar to me.
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Collins: I don't think we're allowed to say that anymore. These are quite, quite clearly different people.
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[Collins pushes the photographs across the table at Agent Sabato.]
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Collins: Is this a trick, some sort of trap? I think what you're asking says more about you, Chris, than it does about me.
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Agent Sabato: I meant no disrespect Mrs. Collins, but to me, the alikeness of the individuals in these photos goes beyond just sharing similar attributes, their facial structure looks identical. I wanted to know if that was an observation you shared.
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Collins: There's a face which fits this company. It's not our fault if we like to keep things professional and clean cut. Is this about the complaint we-
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[Collins pauses for a moment.]
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Collins: You said you were trialling this exercise, correct?
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Agent Sabato: That's correct, but I think we should just take a step back and-
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Collins: If it's a trial, is my attendance here mandatory?
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Agent Sabato: Lisa, your co-operation would be greatly appreciated. If you can sit back down-
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Collins: This really has been a pleasure, but I've got some important tasks I need to get started with. I hope you have a most lovely day, but I must get going.
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After leaving, Mrs. Collins went to SCP-7118's legal department and made a complaint relating to Agent Sabato's conduct in the interview. This was then relayed to the Foundation agent posing as the Audit Lead. Whilst she condemned Agent Sabato as having an "unprofessional and intrusive" attitude, the complaint made no mention of the specific questions that had been asked.
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Addendum 7118.02: OPERATION: FAMILY TREE - Document 0137, Christmas Party Video Log
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A week after the interview with Lisa-Anne Collins, the annual Simpson & Sons Christmas party took place, and was held at SCP-7118's offices. The entirety of the undercover Foundation team, including Agent Sabato, were invited to attend. They were equipped with standard-issue concealed recording equipment, capturing both visual and audio.
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The two hour of the party passed without incident, with SCP-7118 employees mingling and recalling their highlights from the year. Halfway through the evening, SCP-7118-1-E gave a speech. The following is captured via Agent Sabato's recording equipment:
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[SCP-7118-1-E clinks his glass with a spoon. Silence falls across the room.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: Hello everyone, now I'm not usually one for speeches, and I don't want to take up too much time; I'm aware of how keen Andy is to get to the bar -
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[SCP-7118-1-E points at SCP-7118-2-N, the crowd laughs.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: -but he's not as keen as Andy is to get on the dance floor, we all remember last year!
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[SCP-7118-1-E points at SCP-7118-2-S, the crowd laughs again.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: I just wanted to say how proud I am of you all for the work you've done this year. It's been a fantastic year for us, we've really achieved a lot.
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We've heard a lot about "change" recently and we've certainly heard a lot about it from our competitors — it's the industry's latest buzzword. But here at Simpson & Sons, we do things differently. For over half a century we've delivered the same, consistent service to our clients. They know us, they trust us. We're a constant in their lives, and often we've helped them across generations. We don't mix things up for the sake of it. We do what we've always done, and we do it well.
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And there's someone here, in the room, who embodies our values. I'd like to take this opportunity to promote the best of our current analysts to assistant vice president; an early Christmas present, if you will. We've seen him here, in the office, at all hours — early starts, late nights, and the occasion weekend. He's committed, he's passionate, and he's 100% dedicated to this job. I'm delighted to announce that the individual is… Luis Johnson. Luis, get yourself on up here!
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[The camera pans to Luis Johnson stood in the crowd. He hugs a colleague stood next to him, before beginning to walk towards SCP-7118-1-E. Snapping and creaking sounds begin to be heard. As he makes his way through the crowd, three dark moles materialize on his forehead and he begins to encounter difficulty walking due to suddenly developing genu varum.8His spine elongates, gaining 0.3m in height and lacerating the skin between the neck and clavicular region.]
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Sabato: Oh Christ.
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[Agent Sabato mutters to himself, then repositions himself in the crowd for a better vantage point.]
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[Walking through the crowd, Johnson smiles. His teeth begin to twist, distressing his gums. They become loose, and fall across the floor in a trail.]
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[As he approaches SCP-7118-1-E, Johnson begins to experience extreme facial contortions. His eyeballs bulge forward. They lose their structural integrity and are forced out of their sockets, along with the optic nerves, by a new set of eyeballs emerging. The new set have blue iris pigmentation as opposed to the original brown. Large clumps of black hair begin to fall from the forelock and midscalp, and the remaining hair lightens to a blonder hue.]
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[SCP-7118-1-E and Johnson embrace, leaving the former daubed with blood and residue from the transformation process. The bones within the latter's arms contract, shrinking the upper limbs' length by 8cm. The skin at the digits is momentarily loose and sagging, before contracting and fitting to the limbs' new dimensions.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: How are you feeling, Luis?
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[A loud crack is heard, as Johnson's mandible dislocates and resets itself 5cm down and behind its original position.]
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SCP-7118-4-AK:<unintelligible>
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[Blood sprays from SCP-7118-4-AK's mouth as he tries to speak. It splatters across SCP-7118-1-E's shirt.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: Ha, that's great to hear Hank. You're going to do a fantastic job. Ladies and gentlemen, as I always say, there's a face which fits Simpson & Sons, and Hank certainly has that face! Please give him another round of applause and enjoy your night — we've got another fantastic year ahead of us.
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[Any wounds inflicted on SCP-7118-4-AK by the transformation process have by this point healed. Lisa-Anne Collins approaches the front of the crowd with a camera, and begins to take photographs of SCP-7118-4-AK with various colleagues. He appears elated, and smiles for the remainder of his time on footage.]
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[Concentrating on the events at the front, Sabato jumps as a hand rests on his shoulder.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: Evening Chrissy — didn't mean to scare you! I've heard about what a stellar job you've been doing on the audit, and thought I'd come introduce myself. Horace Simpson, as I'm sure you're aware.
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[SCP-7118-1-E extends his hand towards Agent Sabato for a handshake. Agent Sabato meets his grip.]
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Sabato: Ha- sorry about that! Might have had one too many drinks tonight. Pleasure to meet you, Horace.
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SCP-7118-1-E: Mr Simpson, if you don't mind, Chris.
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[Agent Sabato attempts to pull away from the handshake. SCP-7118-1-E does not loosen his grip.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: Wanted to express my thanks for the work you've been doing and say, if you're interested, there's an open position here if you want it. Not entry level either, maybe even VP. There'd be changes, adjustments, sure — but I know we'd eventually mould you to the Simpson & Sons way.
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Sabato: Thank you but I-
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SCP-7118-1-E: Think about it. We've got big things coming up. We're expanding like we've never done before — we'll be opening new offices in several other states, recruiting upwards of 60 people to fill the roles we need. Interviews start tomorrow actually; I can't wait. After all, it's only natural for a family to grow.
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[SCP-7118-1-E smiles at Agent Sabato, then releases his hand. He stares down at his blood splattered shirt.]
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SCP-7118-1-E: I seem to have spilled my wine. Do excuse me.
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[SCP-7118-1-E walks towards the restroom, mingling with his employees as he goes.]
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Afterword: Given the scale and immediacy of SCP-7118's expansion plans, a decision was made to prematurely halt OPERATION: FAMILY TREE and contain SCP-7118. The offices were raided by Foundation agents, who took SCP-7118 instances into custody. SCP-7118-1-E was neither at SCP-7118 nor his residence.
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Although the charges of mishandling client assets were fabricated, investigation of SCP-7118's accounts revealed that SCP-7118-1-E was siphoning from the company's pension fund for his own personal use. Foundation efforts have failed to locate him; the search is ongoing.
As he realizes reality isn't what it should be, he notices he is sitting on a bench in what appears to be an old train, standing in a white, neverending void that can be seen through its windows. In the seats in front of him, two people observe him. They are wearing labcoats and possess the physique of Rivera and McDoctorate; despite this, their faces are that of himelf. He shivers, stands up, and attempts no conversation. He subconsciously knows it would be of no use. Despite the fact there are other train cars on both sides, he ignores them. He just swallows, corrects his tie, and walks out of the open doors in front of him.
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He takes his step on the banks of a train station, situated in the previously observed never-ending whiteness. He looks up, briefly squinting his eyes, but there is nothing up or in front of him. Just a series of figures nearly identical to himself, with minor changes done to their looks, standing motionless on the platform. They do not attempt to talk to each other, but stare towards their left — his right — not blinking even once. Some of them, perhaps a little braver than the rest, try to observe the other side, but they are quickly discouraged and join the rest of the crowd.
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Worry in his eyes, he turns to see what they are looking at. In the distance behind the back of the train, floating in the void with no rails below it, there is a burning house home. The flames that consume its wooden foundations flicker as a young boy — approximately exactly 14 years of age — stands crying in front of it, shouting with indescribable fear, anger, and sadness as his life burns away by his own fire. He falls to the ground, both his hands burnt, and starts punching it with no other way to turn. Around his fingertips, sparks start to flicker. He screams in pain once again, and tears fall down his cheeks, yet they are to no relief.
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Somewhere next to it, yet infinitely away to both the boy and now the man too, a woman of emerald eyes smiles, hugging a figure that cannot be discerned. No words can be heard, but it is obvious they talk to each other about what they will do once this is all over. As he tries to reach for it, the scene gets slashed in a flurry of blue and red, shifting rapidly to two men of these colors dueling each other with fire. One of them falls to the ground, pierced with bullets, and the other joins him soon later, suffocating under the weight of his own actions and loss. There is a brief whimper of a dog, and he turns away. He starts to cry, but no tears come out.
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With a violently shaking breath, he suddenly wakes up. There is cold sweat all over his bedsheets and his eyes are still adjusting to the darkness around him, but he can see the sun hasn't set, not yet. He squints his eyes, and touches his phone, opening its home screen up to a beam of blinding light penetrating his room.
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It's 03:28 on the 2nd of August, 2021. He doesn't do anything else but sigh as he falls back onto his bed. He doesn't have the energy to.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7120's effective range focuses solely on Dr. Asheworth in a way that causes him no physical or psychological harm, it is effectively considered self-containing.1 Should the need for any further resources to ensure his well-being arise, Site-120 and its personnel have been deemed more than capable of providing them.
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Dr. Asheworth, pictured mid-SCP-7120 transition.
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Description: SCP-7120 refers to the currently ongoing rapid metaphysically-ontokinetic destabilization of Dr. Daniel Asheworth2 and his anchoring within baseline reality. Its primary effect regularly results in Dr. Daniel Asheworth's Hume level drastically shifting between numerous values and his appearance switching with that of alternate versions of himself for inconsistent periods of time. Despite these changes, however, his psyche remains entirely directly unaffected by SCP-7120.
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Discovery: SCP-7120 was initially discovered on 10/10/20043 as a singular incident that lasted a total of approximately two minutes before neutralizing itself and returning Dr. Asheworth to his baseline form. Initially, the phenomenon was classified as an Extranormal Event due to its relatively unremarkable impact and singular occurrence. However, when it remanifested on the same date in 2012 for the same duration, the event gained the attention of RAISA employees.
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SCP-7120 gained its full designation on 02/08/2021, during which the phenomenon has manifested again. However, this time it did not dissipate and its effects remained on Dr. Daniel Asheworth and increased in frequency daily. As of writing this file, Dr. Asheworth has been a victim of SCP-7120 for seven days, but suffered no physical or mental damage due to the anomaly.
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Addendum 7120-1
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Initial Reaction
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Following SCP-7120's full manifestation, Dr. Asheworth immediately reported his state to the remaining Site-120 Director Council Members, which then drafted the SCP-7120 file and submitted it to the SCiPNET database. To conduct further research regarding the phenomenon, special on-site ontokinetics specialists conducted a series of tests that confirmed that Asheworth's Hume levels were indeed fluctuating to a highly unusual degree. However, when even studies conducted by Dr. James Micheals4 yielded no answers as to the anomaly's true origin, it was decided that more esoteric methods were required in studying SCP-7120.
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As the most non-traditional researcher present at Site-120 was, at the time, Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate,5 study of SCP-7120 was tentatively and temporarily forwarded to him in hopes of him being able to uncover more with his atypical scientific method. To properly assess the ongoing situation, he requested a personal interview with Dr. Asheworth, which was granted shortly after. Below attached is the log of their conversation.
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Date: 03/08/2021
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Interviewer: Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate
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Interviewed: Dr. Daniel Asheworth
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Foreword: The interview was held in Dr. McDoctorate's temporary Site-120 office instead of a standard interview chamber due to it possessing a majority of his equipment, much of which was expected to be necessary during the examination.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Asheworth is sitting on a messy couch in McDoctorate's office. It is filled with miscellaneous clothing and barely logical items of unknown purpose, as is the rest of the room. McDoctorate can be seen standing near a table in front of Asheworth, drinking coffee from a mug bearing the words "I FUCKING LOVE SCIENCE!!" [sic]. He looks at Asheworth — whose appearance is now that of a stereotypical pirate due to SCP-7120's effects — without paying much attention to the anomaly and scratches his chin, swallowing the liquid. He puts the mug down, coming closer to the other doctor.
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McDoctorate: Right, so what's the issue here, exactly?
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Asheworth opens his mouth to speak; however, before he is able to do so, an SCP-7120 transition event occurs, forcing him to gain the looks of a cowboy wearing gray clothing and bearing burn scars. He sighs.
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Asheworth: This, whatever the hell you can even call it. I sent you the 7120 files earlier today. Didn't you see them?
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McDoctorate picks up a dried-up donut from the table, looks at it, shrugs, and puts it in his mouth. He picks up his Foundation phone and starts to scroll through various files, heavily chewing in the process.
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Dr. McDoctorate, circa 2021.
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McDoctorate: Oh wheah, wight. Gwowt it. Whawht <swallows> What do you need from me though, exactly?
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McDoctorate reaches for another donut.
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Asheworth: Sorry, is this a joke to you?
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He immediately turns back to Asheworth.
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McDoctorate: Jeez, no need. No need. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to help.
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Asheworth sighs, rubbing his eyes. His hair color suddenly changes to blonde, and he gains a beard.
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Asheworth: Sorry, I… I shouldn't have said that. It's just… The last day or so has been stressful. Really stressful. I just want to get back to normal.
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McDoctorate pulls up a chair and takes a seat near the other doctor, looking at the SCP-7120 files on his phone. He pauses for a moment.
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McDoctorate: Right, okay. I think I got the picture. And you're all sure Hume readings and other standard tests gave no indication as to the source?
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Asheworth: Yeah. Not even any curse I know fits. It just… It happened. Like that, without any warning. Just as it did in 2004 and 2012.
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McDoctorate: Hm… I think… I think I've got something that may help.
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McDoctorate stands up, scratches his chin, and starts to rummage through some of his equipment before emerging seconds later with an unidentifiable item, much to his own triumphant grin. He sits down, and points it at Asheworth, clicking a few buttons, and then reads the data present on his contraption. He frowns.
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McDoctorate: Yeah, just as I thought. You're dissociating.
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Asheworth raises an eyebrow.
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Asheworth: Huh?
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McDoctorate: Your baseline reality multiversal cross-signature is dissociating with the real you.
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Asheworth blinks twice.
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Asheworth: And what's that supposed to mean? <noticing McDoctorate reaching towards a marker and his blackboard:> And none of your science bullshit, please.
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McDoctorate: Right. <gathers his thoughts> So, reality's unstable, right? Especially recently. It's no surprise someone like you's experiencing it the worst.
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Asheworth: Uhh… what?
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McDoctorate: See, here's the thing, Asheworth — you're an important guy. I'll spare you the protagonistic lectures, but you're not just a nobody. And, well, when reality's as unstable as it is right now… it sometimes bounces back at you. Tenfold. Especially when it's not as unsentient as some of you think, and when your image doesn't fit the you inside your head.
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Neither of them blinks for a while, but Asheworth ignores the final remark.
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Asheworth: Right, but why now? Why not, I don't know, literally anywhen else?
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McDoctorate: Because… <sighs, escaping eyesight> Well, I can't say for sure, obviously, but things like these happen mostly to… to scarred people.
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Asheworth skews his head.
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Asheworth: Pardon?
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McDoctorate: Look, things you went through, that… that stuff doesn't just leave you. And when your mind wanders, so do… your abilities. And you have them aplenty. So the universe listens, and bends itself back, trying to make your image fit the real you — just not when or how you'd want it.
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Asheworth scoffs.
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Asheworth: You're ridiculous. This is ridiculous. I don't have any problems.
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McDoctorate: Look, all I want to do is he—
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Asheworth: Then try to find an actual source instead of making theories about my well-being.
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Asheworth stands up and put his coat on, which then changes to a blue wizard robe. He closes his eyes, and, before McDoctorate can react, exits the room.
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Asheworth: Fucking ridiculous.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Dr. Asheworth was not seen entering his living quarters at Site-120 for the remainder of that day or the following evening. He refused to comment further regarding his whereabouts, but Site camera footage revealed he spent the time in Site-120's park, near the banks of the Warta river, smoking a pack of cigarettes.
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Addendum 7120-2
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Further Assistance
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The following day, Dr. Asheworth reported back to Site-120. However, the same day, he submitted an official request for a single-day sabbatical break directly to the rest of the Site's Director Council, which was approved. His own reports and camera footage confirm that he spent the day inside the Site's Grand Library, wherein he proceeded to study a series of books pertaining to magic and its relation to changes done to its users. In the day's evening hours, he properly returned the items, and then proceeded to enter Dr. Jessie Rivera's6 office. The conversation they then held is transcribed below.
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Date: 05/08/2021
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Interviewer: Dr. Jessie Rivera
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Interviewed: Dr. Daniel Asheworth
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Foreword: Due to its de-facto status as a casual staff conversation instead of an official SCP-7120 interview, it was — similarly to Interview 7120-1 — held in a private space.
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Asheworth is sitting on a couch in Rivera's office, his head propped up against his two hands. He isn't looking at his friend on the other couch in front of him; instead, his sight is focused on the glass table separating the two. Upon it, a series of books and notes lay. Rivera notices them, but doesn't comment. She picks up her pen, clicks it, and looks into Asheworth's eyes.
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Asheworth: I… You saw what I sent you, right?
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Rivera nods.
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Rivera: I did. Are you sure you're… you know?
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Asheworth: …Am I sure I'm what? Fine?
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Rivera: Yeah.
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Asheworth:<irritated:> Yes, I am. <pause> Look, I know you respect Placeholder — I do too — but he's a total fucking nutjob, you can't deny that.
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Dr. Rivera, circa 1987. Current appearance practically identical.7
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Rivera: Don't say that.
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Asheworth: And what else am I supposed to say about a man that thinks up conspiracy theories about me and my well-being?
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Rivera: Look, I just think it's—
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Asheworth points at the books on the table, and spreads his hands.
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Asheworth: I looked into what he said, by the way. Total insanity. Normal usage of magic can't just destabilize your anchor to baseline reality, and—
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Rivera: I… <pause, quietly:> I don't think that's what he meant, Daniel.
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Asheworth raises an eyebrow.
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Asheworth: Then what did he mean?
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Rivera takes a deep breath.
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Rivera: Do we really have to beat around the bush like this? Both of us know what he meant. <pause> You… You have problems, Daniel. And on someone with your magnitude of power, that shows in… different ways.
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Asheworth: I don't h—
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Rivera raises a hand.
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Rivera: Let me finish.
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She takes a deep breath again.
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Rivera: You're my best friend, you know that. I respect you and your opinions, Daniel. But… <starts to gesticulate> it's impossible to deny you've… you've gone through things, you know?
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Asheworth opens his mouth in protest, but quickly backs out, looking down on the floor.
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Asheworth: I…
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Rivera: I know you cared about Natalie. I know that having to let go of what became of her hurt. Hurt like nothing I could ever imagine.
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He doesn't reply. He simply closes his eyes, for a single moment, and inhales, quietly.
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Rivera: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.
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Asheworth: No, no, I… <pause, quietly:> I did love her. But that doesn't mean… that doesn't mean I'm going crazy, I mean, I… I… I can take care of myself, I…
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Rivera: I don't doubt that. But… there are certain things that go beyond taking care of yourself. And, I'm afraid, your childhood falls under that category. <pause> Look, how long have we known each other? Almost half a century by now, isn't it? You can… you can talk to me, you know?
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Asheworth:<quietly:> I know.
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Silence lays the room.
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Asheworth: I'm sorry.
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Rivera: For what?
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Asheworth: I… I shouldn't just drop my problems onto you. I… You have your own life. You have Mag. I shouldn't bring you down.
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Rivera: Don't say that. You aren't bringing anyone down, Daniel. You're my friend. You're Mag's friend, too. And Micheals'. And MacCarthy's.
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Asheworth turns up from the floor and looks directly in Rivera's eyes.
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Asheworth: Am I, Jessie? Am I really? I don't need white lies. I'm a grown man.
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Rivera: Of course you are. Why would you ever even doubt that?
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Asheworth: Because… Because I don't feel like it's true. I'm a third wheel. I don't fit with you. You're normal, you live normal lives — you love, you live, you die. I don't. I'm just an old man stuck in the past, masquerading beneath the skin of someone half my age. I can't move forward beyond my past like everyone else because… <swallows> because the past is what I am. The only thing I am. The only thing I ever could be. <pause, quietly:> Because that's where she was. That's where happiness was.
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Rivera: But that's not true! You're a man of—
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Asheworth: Of what? I mean, look at me. Look at us. In the same time we've been given, you did so much more. You lived through so much more. I mean, fuck, you getting married has to count as just that.
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Rivera:<sigh> Is this what this is about? Look, I'm really sorry the thing between us just didn't work out, I really am. But—
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Asheworth: It's not about that. I have no bad feelings for you over it. It's about… <looks away> It's about the fact you were able to do that. That you could climb out of your hole of despair and become something more. I couldn't. And I just… when you two got together, and I sat there, silently, alone, on my own birthday, seeing I did nothing with the time I was given, wasting it by thinking about that which was, something… something just broke inside me.
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Rivera: Daniel…
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Asheworth: And then, when I tried to face the past like a grown-ass man, the same happened. Eight more years wasted, an anniversary to remind me of what happened and what I didn't do, even though I could. I…
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Pause.
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Asheworth: I'm sorry, Jess. I… I shouldn't. I shouldn't have.
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Rivera: Why didn't you tell me sooner?
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Asheworth: Because… Because, I suppose, I was afraid. Of myself, of that it could destroy the happiness you've built for yourself. Because I didn't want the same fate for you.
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Rivera doesn't reply. Instead, she simply stands up, and hugs Asheworth. He returns the gesture.
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Asheworth: T-Thank you. I… I…
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Asheworth wipes away a tear from his cheek.
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Asheworth: What can I do? To make it better?
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Rivera: I… I think the best way would be to face it. To embrace your own mind, and try to see what you want to change about it. To see… To see what the real you looks like.
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Asheworth smiles slightly, and, after a moment, turns his sight to the books present on the glass table.
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Asheworth: Then I think I've got an idea of exactly what we can do.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: As per his and Dr. Rivera's request, Dr. Asheworth's break was extended for one more day. Additionally, she herself joined the hiatus to help him recover from the ongoing situation to her best abilities.
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Addendum 7120-3
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SCP-7120 Neutralization Attempt
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Following the day's passing, Dr. Asheworth and Dr. Rivera officially filed an experiment request to the remaining members of Site-120's Director Council. The test would consist of a complex thaumaturgical ritual that would allow for Dr. Asheworth to metaphysically enter an unreal construct crafted from his conscious and subconscious minds. Inside, he would be able to confront the theorized source of his ongoing mental health issues, neutralizing SCP-7120 in the process.
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The above-described proposal was, shortly after, approved — albeit very tentatively — mostly due to its extremely low monetary cost8 and risks involved. However, to ensure its success as well as grant both involved parties additional precautionary oversight, Dr. McDoctorate was appointed as research lead due to his involvement in such studies as well as previous interactions with Dr. Asheworth in regards to the SCP-7120 project. Below attached is a transcript of the experiment.
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The below file contains numerous examples of unclinical, unverified, or borderline nonsensical language and imagery. All attempts to replace it with proper clinical tone as defined by Foundation guidelines have inevitably failed, as did all other attempts to transcribe the below events. On behalf of all of RAISA, we apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
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— James Moore, Site-120's General RAISA Chairman
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Date: 06/08/2021
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Parties Present: Dr. Daniel Asheworth, Dr. Jessie Rivera, Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate
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Foreword: To ensure no personnel or forced intervene with the ritual for the safety of everyone involved, the procedure was carried out on Site-120's Level 5, wherein its Deepwell Archives and exclusionary zones lay.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Asheworth is sitting cross-legged inside a series of five inter-connecting thaumaturgic circles that are written on the floor with red chalk. White candles sit where the circles connect; they burn low, flames flickering red. Asheworth is slowly breathing, looking at Rivera and McDoctorate, who are standing behind protective glass a few meters in front of him. McDoctorate clicks a few buttons on his control panel, and gives Asheworth the thumbs up.
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A few seconds later, all lights go out. Asheworth inhales deeply, closes his eyes, and gathers up energy inside of him, making the runes around him glow with power. He then rapidly exhales, forcing all candles to go out as a series of winds rushes through the hall. The runes no longer emit any light as subjective reality briefly collapses and then reconstructs itself around him.
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When he opens his eyes again, he is standing on the same train station as he was before, his entire body trembling. With a shaky breath, he thinks he's ready. He's not sure, but has anyone ever been sure of anything? It takes all his strength, but he turns to the front of the train. It is filled with emptiness, a big white nothing at the end of reality; by all means logical, he shouldn't feel anything when looking at it, but an overwhelming fear crawls down his spine. Is it because it is empty? It is because it isn't empty? Or is it because of the uncertainty itself? He doesn't know. And he doesn't know if he wants to know.
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Shaking his head, he then turns to the Asheworth copies that were and still are standing front of him. They are no longer looking at their past, not like in the dream, but are now trying to reach for the train in front of them, behind the real himself. No matter how hard they try, though, nothing helps — they are incapable of moving further, always forced back to where they stood, always forced to observe that which was instead of reaching into that which could be. They try again and again, always to no avail, but do not comment. They don't even show discomfort, but simply accept infinite trial and error as their status quo.
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For a moment, it appears that Asheworth will try to do the same, but, after a single attempt, he opens his eyes. It's useless, he realizes, and goes forward, past all the other versions of himself that got stuck where he was, past the useless feeling of accepting no change, no remorse, no fulfillment as the existing condition, and into the station itself. He rushes with his eyes closed and opens the door as the clones disappear alongside the rest of the world once more except for the train, the past, and that which could be in front of both of them. He takes a deep breath, and there is just static silence, slowly rippling through the void around him.
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When he opens his eyes again, a single bell rings in the distance that isn't a distance. His throat goes dry as he sees a series of borderline incomprehensible figures that look like highly alternate versions of himself sitting in perfectly geometrically-aligned rows of blue plastic seats. They observe him with a critical eye, but do not otherwise move. Asheworth tries to swallow, but no saliva lays in his throat. Instead, he simply walks forward, towards the large doors at the end of the room, the ones beyond which the parties present are waiting for their audition. He reaches for the handle, his hand shaking.
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When his palm touches the cold steel of the handle, he is suddenly grabbed by his shoulder. He turns his head, now more confused than scared, but then realizes he is no longer standing before the doors; instead, he is in the middle of the room, surrounded by the others, now standing in a circular pattern around him. All of them — they look at him, angry, angry, angry; angry at the fact he even dared to try. They give him a final chance to settle down and return to the train, their myriad eyes drilling into his skull, his mind, his soul. He takes a deep breath, and tries to run forward, beyond the billion hands, billion arms, billion pasts that keep him from going where he wants to. Seconds later, he fails.
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As he's buried beneath a mountain of people that could've been him, he tries to reach out with his own gloved hand. But the rest are too strong. A man dressed like a boxer, a cyborg assassin with burning eyes, a vampire with a loaded gun, and everything and everyone else imaginable stack at him as he flings his own flames and magic at them. In one moment, he is victorious, forcing the incomprehensible chaos of his own mind to retreat — in another, he is frantically gasping for air that isn't air, hundreds of meters below himselves.
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It doesn't take long before the latter moments overtake the former, and, in just a few seconds that feel like minutes that feel like millennia he is again standing in the middle of a circle of others. This time, he is kneeling, his eyes forcibly opened and his arms and legs restrained by the rest. Though they should be in front of him, they are now transparent and he can see right through them. He shivers as he realizes they are making him look back, making him look back again, and he's made to look at the right side of the train, where the past lays, where all regrets sit. He wants to not comply. He wants to rebel. He wants to change. He fails.
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He desperately gasps for air as he resurfaces from below the water, making the rest back off with a quick movement of his elbows. He looks around himself, panicked, barely able to hold back from staring at that which is in front of him. By all logic, he should just give into it, and stay in the sure comfort of the past. By everything he had ever known and ever will known, he should just listen to the chant of the crowd, and surrender to their infinitely calm persuasion. But he doesn't. From a spark of unsureness, a thought inside him forms. It branches from a mere seed of an idea into an overwhelming expression of everything he feels. He stands up, and throws his chains off.
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Before the rest can react, he takes a deep breath, and, in one quick movement, turns to the other side of the station. To the empty void, the place where the unknown sits. To the unsureness of the future. He swallows, with difficulties he cannot possibly comprehend, but he looks at it, embracing its terror. And all the other copies of himself disappear. They had never been there in the first place, he realizes, as he looks around himself and sees he is utterly alone.
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With no one guarding it anymore, the doors are now open. Beyond them, even whiter light blinds Asheworth. Despite this, though, he is ready. He knows it, deep down, even if he doesn't show it. He straightens his tie, inhales slowly, and takes the first step forward, ready to greet the unknown.
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He emerges in an infinitely large spaceship, stretching to every corner of his vision. Throughout it — all of it, he means — walk cats, tens if not hundreds of them. They meow and they purr but they ignore Asheworth, as if he wasn't there. He too doesn't pay attention to them, and walks forward, into the control room in front of him.
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The walls of the bridge are covered in glass, which opens up to the infinity of subjective cosmos. Asheworth, however, doesn't notice it — or simply chooses not to. All he sees is the same white void he was trapped in before, but, this time, it's a little more familiar. Instead of the ship's designated planet it would normally stride towards, all he sees is the future in front of him, with a promise he might one day reach it. He swallows once more, but continues walking, eventually reaching Solidarity's crew, seated in front of the glass and their respective control panels.
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There's five— no, six of them. Five people operating the ship, and another Asheworth quietly sitting in his tall, red hat in front of the real Daniel. He smirks as he notices himself enter, and briefly sighs. Despite this, he is visibly happy. The same cannot be said for the real Asheworth, though, who is confused more than anything, but keeps on keeping on, until he gets within one meter of the mage. Even though there is no seat next to him, he joins the captain and crosses his legs, looking deep into his eyes. For a moment, he is him and he is him, and then they both blink. They look at each other again, this time with a bit more understanding, and start a conversation.
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"What are you?" The real Asheworth starts, gingerly skewing his head towards the old and tired face of the other. "Why am I here?"
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The wizard simply chuckles. "Who else would I be, Daniel? I'm nothing less and nothing more than you, of course. Just from a timeline where you… afforded to have a bit more fun, I suppose. One where you could use to not play by the rules."
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"But that—"
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He puts a finger to his lips. "Shh. Don't worry about it. Just observe, and you will see."
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Asheworth — two and just one of them, at the same time — looks around himself, blinking to the rhythm of the humming universe around him. He feels that it feels and sees him, and, for a split second, he looks at it back — and then, he gets it. He slowly inhales, and gazes into the deep eyes of the mage — of himself — in front of him. He is him and he is him, he thinks again as the stars beyond the ship start to shiver to the realization of change.
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When he looks back, the wizard is no longer who he was before — the sixfold crew now slowly fades into one person before his eyes as their freedom breaks and forms into a single, coherent, cat-like gestalt of liberty. But it isn't just some gestalt — it's a gestalt of him, of all the alternate versions of himself and the freedom that he can gain, should he just accept them as part of himself. Just seconds later, that luminescent construct extends its hand forward, offering Asheworth… what, exactly?
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Help?
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Change?
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A way out?
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Or all of them?
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He doesn't know. But, he thinks, he doesn't need to know. So all he does is take a deep breath, slowly.
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And then, he takes its hand. As a flash of light appears everywhere and nowhere he becomes one with it, merging his skill with its forgiveness, its change, its freedom. He smiles and the universe smiles back as he gets free, from all that which was, finally unbound to come forward into the void in front of the station.
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He feels as an immeasurable weight gets lifted off of his shoulders, and then he wakes up. He isn't on the ship anymore, no — he is sitting on the cold pavement of the train station except this time, there is no building to support it. There is just him, the platform, the train in front of him, and the place where it is heading. The place where Asheworth is heading.
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Before he can realize it, he is again inside the train, on the same bench he started as. The figures in front of him — the ones that greeted him first in the dream — are still there, but, this time, their faces are back to normal. And, a little more importantly, they are smiling.
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And, as the train starts to ride into what lays beyond it, Asheworth cracks a small smile, too.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Following the above log taking place, SCP-7120's effects have been entirely self-neutralized. Further reclassifications are currently pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7156 is kept in a secure confinement chamber located at Site-121's mundane objects wing. Tests are restricted to personnel of Level-2 clearance and above.
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Description: SCP-7156 refers to a standard Rubik's Cube, a three-dimensional combination puzzle produced by the conglomerate Rubik's Brand Ltd (Spin Master). Physically, the object possesses no notable abnormal qualities.
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When any of SCP-7156's rows or columns are turned, it causes an anomalous effect to occur within its immediate vicinity.1 The scope and limitation of these properties are undetermined as of yet, with resultant events being sporadic in nature and lacking any noticeable structure or correlation with one another. The only concrete association between each abnormality is a non-zero level of Aspect Radiation2 emitted by SCP-7156 upon every turn, implying the object is ontokinetic in nature to a certain degree.
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Addendum: Experiment Log
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The following is an experiment conducted by Researchers Julia Menders and Benedict Redhill in SCP-7156's containment cell. Both personnel are qualified experts in the fields of thaumatology and ontokinesis respectively.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Recording begins. Menders and Redhill stands before SCP-7156 which is resting atop a retractable table, the former setting up the recording device while the latter checking the notes written on his notepad. Menders looks to Redhill and gives him the thumbs-up before clasping her hands and turning to SCP-7156.
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Redhill: Are we good to go?
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Menders: Locked and loaded, Benny.
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Redhill: Good, good. (Clears throat) This is Experiment Log 7156-2. I repeat, this is the second experiment log for anomaly number 7-1-5-6. Personnel present are Level-2 Researchers Benedict Redhill.
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Redhill gestures to Menders.
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Menders: And Ms. Menders, Julia Menders. Reporting for duty.
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Redhill:"Duty."
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Menders:(Nodding) Yup, duty. We'll just be doing the same as the log before: simply turning the sides of '56 and seeing what happens. Let's hope things don't get messy on our end, and uh… yeah, we'll be starting now.
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Redhill: Yes, let's. If you would, Julia.
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Menders: Say less, Benny. Make sure you get your pen and paper ready.
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Menders picks up SCP-7156 and briefly inspects it before turning its top side. Suddenly, a slice of cake manifests on the table following a short burst of light. Both staff gaze at the slice before turning to each other.
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Menders: Hm, it's cake.
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Redhill: Mhm.
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Menders: And it looks pretty—
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Menders examines the cake slice.
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Menders: —yeah, it looks pretty conventional. Nothing too out-of-place.
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Redhill: How does it taste, though?
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Redhill clicks his tongue. Menders crosses her arms while turning to Redhill.
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Menders: Why don't you have a taste?
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Redhill:(Shrugs) Sure, I like cake.
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Redhill sets down his clipboard and pen, lifting the slice of cake to eye-level and rotating it, squinting his eyes as he does so. He then takes a bite of the cake before chewing, showing a confused expression on his face.
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Menders: Y'know, it's probably better if we get a fork from the—
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The slice abruptly squeals and shakes in position, catching both personnel off-guard. Redhill ceases chewing and swallows. Its scream is similar to that of an infant child.
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Redhill: Oh… this is a carrot cake.
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Menders: Ew.
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Menders reaches for SCP-7156 and turns the same side the other way, causing the slice to dissipate. Redhill writes down on his notepad.
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Menders: Okay, let's try that again. Different side.
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Menders turns another one of SCP-7156's sides. A momentary silence follows before two dice fall from above and perch on the ground. Redhill picks up the dice and pause, then decides to roll them onto the table. Both dice land on a halo symbol.
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Redhill: Hm, would you look at that.
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Menders: Seems like luck is on our side.
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The dice gradually rise into the air as they glow brighter and brighter. Both personnel close their eyes and put their palms together as orchestral music subtly increases in volume from an unknown source, accompanied by an unidentified choir. The dice proceed to circle one another, closing the distance between them.
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Menders & Redhill: Amen. Praise the lords, our probability is within thee.
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Both dice catch on fire before immediately becoming ash and disappear. Menders opens her eyes and checks her surroundings before nudging Redhill, causing him to open his eyes as well. He quickly makes another note on his clipboard.
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Menders: Man… that was life-changing. I feel like a puritan.
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Redhill: I'm more of a catholic personally.
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Menders glares at Redhill and scoffs.
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Menders: We're not friends anymore.
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Redhill: I'm sorry.
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Menders:(Sighs) It's alright. I forgive you. Let bygones be bygones, as they say.
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Menders and Redhill shake hand and smile at each other.
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Redhill: You can say that again.
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Redhill marks down the events prior while Menders rubs her chin, blinking several times as she fixates on SCP-7156. The former takes notice and briefly turns to the object.
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Redhill: Is something wrong?
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Menders: Benny, remind me: Have we ever, y'know, solved 7156?
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Redhill: Uh… no, surprisingly enough. We've only been turning sides here and there.
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Menders: Well, I figured we might as well to get it out the way. Maybe something extra peculiar happens when we get those six matching sides.
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Redhill: I don't see why not, though it's going to take a while since we're supposed to jot down anything that occurs when interacting with the object… unless you're planning to do this as quickly as possible?
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Menders: Definitely. I'm sure the folks reviewing the logs can write everything to paper while we're doing this, regardless of the rate "everything" happens.
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Redhill:(Clicking pen) Hm, suit yourself.
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Menders:(Snaps fingers) Cool beans.
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Menders lifts SCP-7156 once more and grins.
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Menders: You ready?
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Redhill nods.
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Menders: Alright… Here. We. Go.
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Menders proceeds to solve SCP-7156, turning its sides in immediate succession. The lights soon flicker as numerous abnormalities begin to occur:
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The walls of the holding chamber shift in composition to resemble human flesh, Redhill feels a sharp pain as he falls to his knees and his right arm changes to that of a Spinosaurus aegyptiacus. A sorrel horse manifests and relays a knock-knock joke using a male voice before abruptly detonating,3 its remains splattered across the room. Redhill attempts to wipe off blood from his lab coat while Menders continues without hesitation.
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A sequel to the Titanic movie is suddenly announced despite Foundation staff working for the industry stating that no plans to do this have been formed. A person resembling the 16th president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln, bursts into the room with a confused expression. Redhill pulls out a handgun and shoots them with his Spinosaurus arm. The Beatles then occur.
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Orange, white, and purple flowers sprout from the walls. English actor Tom Holland becomes a prime minister and the number of bagels currently present on Earth is now considered false. Menders coughs and spits out multiple, luminescent gemstones while various house appliances appear on the table screaming before immediately dissipating. Redhill proceeds to go to a nearby convenience store after putting down his pen and notepad.
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Concentrated hydrochloric acid begins seeping from the walls. An invisible humanoid entity then manifests in the corner of the containment chamber wearing a stained apron along with numerous kitchen amenities. They appear to be mixing ingredients in a bowl. Suddenly, all plant life immediately surrounding Site-121 convert to books detailing various puzzle games, including Rubik's cubes. Sandwiches are now legal in all states except Illinois.4
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The aforementioned entity sets down a cake on the table. Before Menders can get a slice, however, the specimen cuts open the cake to reveal a multitude of knives inside, causing her to sigh in disappointment. The entity then exits the premises after eating the cake themselves, expressing no sense of pain while doing so.
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A fifth wall is abruptly formed, painted black and decorated with a number of glittery stars. Redhill returns to the holding cell with tears in his eyes as he holds a plastic bag. The frequency of babies being kicked out of "self-defense" swiftly rises. A majority of wildlife are now associated with octagons while a random addition to the Foundation's employment conditions states that a minimal of three years of experience in the Anime community is required. Every staff in Site-121 suddenly exclaims that chairs are "cool" before shredding every chair in the facility.
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A humanoid entity wearing scarlet clothing manifests, claiming to be of royalty before attempting to murder Menders and Redhill using thaumaturgy. They fail to do so, as Redhill takes out a jar of peanut butter from the plastic bag and throws it at the specimen's face, knocking them out. Menders begins summarizing the events of the Great Gatsby while aquatic life is now considered illegal worldwide. As she finishes recounting what happens in the novel, a third of Foundation personnel are recruited into the IRS. An individual who claims to be Jesus Christ then becomes an internet celebrity, growing a cult following as they radiate intense levels of Akiva Radiation.5
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Holes abruptly form on the chamber's walls as branches sprout from an undetermined source inside them. A stop sign then manifests before Menders and Redhill as sirens blare all around them in Morse code.6 Menders suddenly ceases turning SCP-7156's sides, causing the lights to stop flickering. She is breathing heavily.
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Redhill raises his eyebrow.
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Menders: This is it. This is it.
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Menders shows Redhill SCP-7156 which is solved, with exception to its top side.
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Menders: After turning this, we'll finally find out what happens when it's finished.
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Redhill: Alright, go ahead. Let's see.
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Menders: Right, well…
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Redhill: "Well", what?
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Menders: What if we don't need to find out?
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Redhill: Pardon? Last I recall, you made the suggestion to solve it. I don't see why you're suddenly reluctant to do it now.
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Menders: Think about it, Benny—
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Menders turns to the ceiling, a light shines on her face.
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Menders: During our time on this planet, we as humans, as the Foundation, have tried to further our knowledge of the world. But with every new thing we discover, we are constantly reminded by how little we actually know. Every time we shine light on something alien, we can see just how dark it really is out there.
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The surroundings dim in brightness as the aforementioned light becomes more intense.
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Menders: It can be so tiring, y'know? This constant cycle of renewed information just to be confronted with our lack of it. We don't need to keep doing this. We can just be satisfied with what we know now. We can just be… we can be content, be okay with just living our lives in ignorance, not worrying about anything that hides before us. Peace, harmony, tranquility. Doesn't that sound appealing, Benny? Aren't we fulfilled enough as it is? We don't have to push our boundaries anymore.
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Menders turns to Redhill who has his mouth agape.
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Redhill: I… I…
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Redhill approaches Menders and pauses.
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Menders: Yes, Benny? What do you say?
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Redhill: I…
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Redhill grabs SCP-7156 from Menders.
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Redhill: I don't care.
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Redhill turns and solves SCP-7156, placing it down on the table. A brief moment of silence passes. Both staff look around but cannot discern any differences.
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Redhill: Hm, weird.
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Menders: Yeah, I suppose that's that then—
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SCP-7156 lifts itself in the air as it glows various colors. The object exerts a force which causes Menders and Redhill to propel backwards and fall to the ground. It begins mixing itself as all the anomalous events mentioned above reverts. Eventually, SCP-7156 ceases movement and lands once more, losing its light.
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The two slowly rise and groan in pain as they dust themselves off.
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Menders: Ugh, what the hell was that?
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Menders sees that Redhill is staring blankly at SCP-7156.
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Menders: What? What's wrong?
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Menders turns to find a small piece of paper sticking from one of the object's side, which contains an inscription. She nears the table and takes out the note, blinking several times as she views its contents.
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Menders: Oh…
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Redhill: What does it say?
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Menders pauses.
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Menders: "There are always more ways to solve a Rubik's Cube. 43 quintillion, to be exact. Never stop turning!" Then some crude drawing of a swan. Huh.
Redhill's phone begins to buzz, startling both personnel.
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Redhill: Oops, sorry. I have to take this.
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Redhill takes a phone call as Menders waits. After a while, he falls silent as he hangs up, staring at the floor. She takes notice and looks around in confusion.
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Menders: So, who was that?
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Redhill: Site director.
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Menders: What?
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Redhill: Our site director. He called me regarding various events which have occurred worldwide, all anomalous in nature. Apparently, all of them happened almost instantly and at the same time.
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Menders: Really?
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Redhill:(Nods) He gave me some brief examples, however, he did say that everything that happened abruptly ceased, all at once. Agents have been scrambling to cover it up and getting everyone amnesticized.
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Menders: Oh, wow. That's… wait, what does that have to do with you, then?
+
Pause.
+
Redhill: He said we're responsible for this.
+
Menders: What, no. We're not— the effects of 7156 are local, what do you mean?
+
Redhill: Apparently not, according to him.
+
Menders: We've tested it before. Everything that happened then occurred within its immediate area, in its cell. Are you sure this isn't some crazy coincidence?
+
Redhill: Each of the events he relayed to me have displayed similar levels of Aspect Radiation, Julia. They're all the same, each one of them, just like the events here. All from this cube, and everyone still remembers, Julia. They still remember.
+
Menders' mouth is agape.
+
Menders: Are you serious?
+
Redhill: Yes.
+
Menders: Like actually serious?
+
Redhill: Yes, Julia.
+
Menders: This has been confirmed? Everything you just said to me, all of it's true?
Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter around SCP-7259 has been walled off, with two guards periodically patrolling the area.
+
Description: SCP-7259 is an abandoned fast-food restaurant in Glasgow, Scotland. SCP-7259 possesses no discernible anomalous features at a glance, besides a constant, high pitched sound1 coming from an unknown location within SCP-7259. The sound has been recorded as inducing a feeling often described as "doomed" in individuals capable of perceiving it.2
+
Decoding the sound using a spectrogram reveals a distorted, screaming figure. While the image does not seem to be inherently anomalous, individuals have reported heavy feelings of terror when viewing it.
+
The interior of SCP-7259, while seemingly non-anomalous, forcefully denies most matter entrance. The atmosphere inside has been described as "impossibly thick" by individuals when attempting to enter the building, but has shown no noticeable differences in the limited tests that were able to be performed in it. Research is ongoing.
Filename: Abandoned_restaurant_near_Ross-on-Wye_-_geograph.org.uk_-_965067.jpg
+Name: Restaurant
+Author: Jonathan Billinger
+License: This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.
+Source Link:https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abandoned_restaurant_near_Ross-on-Wye_-_geograph.org.uk_-_965067.jpg
+Additional Notes: Abandoned restaurant near Ross-on-Wye The building by the Ross Spur, just beyond the end of the M50, has been boarded-up for at least two years now.
Special Containment Procedures: It has been determined that allowing SCP-7266 to proceed is the best possible course of action. However, Researcher Clark is to remain at Site-55 for the duration of SCP-7266.
+
Description: SCP-7266 is the designation given to an annual phenomenon affecting Researcher Simon Clark. At exactly 8:00am on October 8th, Clark instantly demanifests for up to eight hours, later remanifesting at the same spot from which he had disappeared. Upon remanifesting, Clark typically carries a number of items within a plastic bag; items found within these bags usually include but are not limited to:
+
+
Various bags of candy;
+
Food containers, usually holding a slice of a Black Forest Cake;1
+
Numerous types of firecrackers;
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Varying amounts of United States currency.
+
+
Despite being questioned numerous times, Clark has been unable to explain why he is subject to SCP-7266 or what occurs during his absence. Use of mnestic treatment has thus far failed to recover memories.
+
Addendum 7266.1: Containment Efforts
+
Due to the potential risk posed to Clark, numerous proposals were enacted in order to contain the anomaly. Notable proposals are archived below.
+
+
Proposal: Assign one guard to observe Clark in a testing chamber during an SCP-7266 event. The subject watching Clark is to be treated with Class Y mnestics.
+
Result: At 7:50 am, the guard assigned to watching Clark underwent an unprecedented dissociative episode. Upon regaining lucidity, the guard reported that Clark had disappeared.
+
Notes: The testing chamber's camera footage corrupted for twenty minutes at 7:50 am, clearing up at 8:10 am to reveal that Clark had disappeared. The room was left empty but the cameras remained on to attempt to capture Clark's remanifestation at 2 pm; however, the cameras similarly malfunctioned again from 1:55 pm until 2 pm. Attempts to access the testing chamber by security personnel were met with failure until 2 pm. Upon remanifesting, Clark reported feeling a sense of anxiety.
+
+
+
+
Proposal: Strap Clark to a chair and administer mnestics via automatic injection prior to demanifestation.
+
Result: Clark was administered mnestics at 7:59 am via machine. Immediately following this, a bright light appeared in the room and the restraints on his arms and wrists were heard coming undone. The light and Clark disappeared at 8:00 am.
+
Notes: Clark remanifested haphazardly strapped to the chair at 2:00 pm. Toxicology screenings indicated his blood alcohol level was approximately .15%. Clark was notably distressed upon remanifestation, and stated that he does "not drink, especially not enough to get drunk." He was permitted to take the remainder of the day off to recover. Mnestics were not found to be effective at recalling anything occurring from the time of his disappearance and the time of remanifestation.
+
+
+
+
Proposal: Equip Clark with a suit capable of recording audio and video prior to an SCP-7266 event.
+
Result: The suit's recording software immediately became damaged as soon as the SCP-7266 event occurred. Only a few corrupted segments of recorded video/audio were able to be recovered.
+
Notes: Recovered video showed a brightly lit, spacious room obscured by an unknown object. The recovered audio consists of an unintelligible, rhythmic chanting. Clark once again reported feeling anxiety upon remanifestation. Notably, Clark remanifested with a .04% alcohol blood level, but was not intoxicated.
+
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Proposal: Place Clark in a testing chamber with numerous active Scranton reality anchors prior to an SCP-7266 event.
+
Result: See incident 7266-A.
+
+
Addendum 7266.2: Incident 7266-A
+
On October 8th, 2022, Site-55 underwent a local reality failure scenario between the hours of 8:00 am and 2:00 pm. No personnel present at the Site are capable of recalling what occurred between the aforementioned hours2, save for Researcher Clark.
+
The following is a log of an interview carried out with Clark in order to understand the circumstances behind SCP-7266.
+
+
Interviewed: Researcher Simon Clark
+
Interviewer: Doctor Roberto Santos
+
<BEGIN LOG>
+
Santos: Okay, so just so we're clear here, you can actually remember it this time?
+
Clark: Yeah! And I'm surprised none of you do.
+
Santos: Why is that?
+
Clark: Well, for starters you were all there.
+
Santos: What do you mean by 'all'?
+
Clark: All of you. Everyone.
+
Santos: So you're telling me everyone in this Site partook in this SCP-7266 manifestation.
+
Clark: Yes. You, Director Alder, Doctor Everwood, Thereven, even the anomalies. Señor Taste, Señor Boom, and Mr. Laugh were all there.
+
Santos: Where is 'there', anyway?
+
Clark: The Site cafeteria.
+
Santos: Sounds like it would be a tight fit for everyone in the Site to be there at the same time.
+
Clark: That was part of the anomaly. It got bigger for everyone to fit inside.
+
Santos: And why didn't we find the anomalies outside of containment when SCP-7266 was over?
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Clark: Because they all went back to their containment chambers before it was over.
+
Santos: Uh-huh. And I suppose all the staff just went back to their station before SCP-7266 finished as well?
+
Clark: Yes.
+
[Silence on the recording.]
+
Clark: Please don't look at me like that. I'm not lying, I swear!
+
Santos: I have no recollection of the past few hours and neither does anyone else I've spoken to. You're the only one who does. I don't know if you would lie to me, but I have a firm suspicion that there's something you're not telling me here.
+
Clark: Why is that?
+
Santos: A good number of staff are reporting headaches, nausea, and a degree of exhaustion following SCP-7266. I myself am not feeling the best right now, either. You displayed similar effects last year and the year before that. Plus everyone we've had run through a BAC test returns confirmation of alcohol consumption. Including you.
+
Clark: Yeah, so?
+
Santos: What exactly did everyone do during SCP-7266, Simon?
+
Clark: I don't know if I'm really comfortable talking about it.
+
Santos: Do I need to get the mnestics again? Maybe they will jog your memory a little.
+
Clark: Ugh, please no more of those. They taste like horse piss.
+
Santos: So I'm told. But anyway, there's something you're not telling me, and we aren't leaving this office until you come clean.
+
Clark: I really don't know if I want to talk about it. It's a personal thing.
+
Santos: Fine. But if you won't tell me, Director Alder won't be happy. And she's already nursing quite the headache from this little situation, so I don't know if she will be lenient with you.
+
[Clark sighs.]
+
Santos: So, Simon, tell me about SCP-7266.
+
Clark: It… It's my birthday party.
+
Santos: Your… birthday party?
+
[The sound of papers shuffling is audible.]
+
Santos: Your file says your birthday is January 1st. Why would SCP-7266 celebrate your birthday now?
+
Clark: I purposefully filled it in wrong when I was hired.
+
Santos: Why didn't you ever tell anyone that October 8th is your birthday? Hell, I've been working with you on SCP-7266 for years and I only just found out.
+
Clark: It's personal.
+
Santos: You better have a good reason or I swear I'm going to smack you with this clipboard.
+
Clark: I do! It's personal!
+
Santos: Simon, I'm your friend.
+
Clark: Don't pull that on me… Come on…
+
Santos: You come on.
+
Clark: Ugh.
+
Santos: Tell me or I'll have Elliot come in here and force-feed you mnestics.
+
Clark: Okay, okay, fine!
+
Santos: I knew those mnestics would be good for something, hehe.
+
Clark: It's… complicated.
+
Santos: Well, out with it already.
+
Clark: Okay. I grew up a Jehovah's Witness. We didn't celebrate birthdays, holidays, or really anything for that matter.
+
[A light thump is audible.]
+
Clark: Ow!
+
Santos: That's what you get for giving me and everyone else headaches over your birthday anxieties. Why didn't you think to tell me that?
+
Clark: I just… I don't know. I guess I didn't want to believe that it was linked to my past like that. I was desperate to get away from the faith when I left, so thinking about it makes me feel weird.
+
Santos: Ah, so you no longer practice.
+
Clark: God, no.
+
Santos: I see.
+
[Silence on the recording.]
+
Santos: Huh. So that explains that.
+
Clark: What?
+
Santos: Why you always felt anxious when you came back.
+
Clark: I guess it's because a part of me feels guilty that I've celebrated my birthday now, and I subconsciously knew about it, I suppose.
+
Santos: Is the faith really that strict?
+
Clark: My parents would get really mad at me for even bringing birthday party invitations home. It seemed like such a bad thing to do as a kid that I guess it's been forever ingrained into my brain. Oh God, they would be so angry if they found out about this.
+
Santos: I think they would understand; this isn't something that you can control.
+
Clark: I doubt it. They're already disappointed that their daughter turned out to be a son. All I can think about is how everyone at the Kingdom Hall would be disappointed in me. I can feel their stares… Ugh.
+
Santos: You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Simon. You're the victim of an anomaly.
+
Clark: I guess… but I enjoyed myself.
+
Santos: I take it you've always wanted to have a birthday party?
+
Clark: Yeah. Even after I left the faith I still didn't celebrate my own birthday for some reason. Call it suppressed trauma I guess. And now suddenly I got to spend some time with my friends, you know, drinking, talking, dancing, having fun… It feels… nice.
+
Santos: Shame no one else remembers it.
+
Clark: I think what matters is that I do. I think I'm going to ask for my birthday off next year. Maybe go to a bar. I've never done that before.
+
Santos: I hope you have fun then.
+
Clark: Are we done here?
+
Santos: Sort of. We're probably going to classify this as Archon since we don't know if it's going to happen again, but we'll probably want to keep you under supervision. The only mystery now is figuring out who or what keeps taking you out on these birthday benders every year, but I think I have an idea as to how to stop it.
+
Clark: Mind sharing it?
+
Santos: Not yet. I need to workshop it.
+
Clark: Alright. Thank you for not being mad at me, by the way.
+
Santos: It's no problem.
+
Clark: Either way, thank you.
+
[The sound of a chair moving back is audible.]
+
Santos: Oh, Simon?
+
Clark: Yeah?
+
Santos: Happy birthday, kid.
+
<END LOG>
+
+
Addendum 7266.3: Proposed Special Containment Procedures Update
+
+
Special Containment Procedures: Site-55 is to hold a yearly birthday party for Researcher Simon Clark in the Site cafeteria. The party is to be held on October 8th starting at 8 am and ending at 2 pm. Black Forest cake is to be prepared by the Site cafeteria ahead of time and the SCP-7266 budget is to be used to purchase party supplies.
Special Containment Procedures: A D-class infected with SCP-72741 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with sprinklers and CO2 fire suppression systems in both the chamber itself and surrounding hallways. D-class selected to be SCP-7274-1 are under no circumstances to have a history of pyromania or a habit of smoking, and ideally picked from D-Class with pyrophobia or an aversion to fire to decrease the risk of SCP-7274 outbreaks.
+
Creation of an SCP-7274-1 instance is performed via ingestion or transfusion of SCP-7274 infected blood, all blood taken from an SCP-7274-1 instance after 1 week of infection is classed as infected blood and should be handled carefully. Blood taken from an SCP-7274-1 instance is no longer considered infected after a month, even when frozen, the same goes for dead instances of SCP-7274.
+Any breakout events of SCP-7274 are to be contained by a joint task force of MTF-Epsilon 9 ("fire eaters") and either MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") or MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") depending on the location of the outbreak. With any injured by an instance of SCP-7274 taken in as SCP-7274-1 for experimentation or execution, with appropriate cover stories for their disappearance to be given as necessary.
+
Under no circumstance is an SCP-7274-1 instance to be brought into contact with any open flame, or any object hot enough to deliver second-degree burns or worse, this extends to corpses of SCP-7274-1 instances who have not undergone a breakout event, in order to prevent such a breakout event occurring.
+
Description: SCP-7274 is a bloodborne parasite, which upon infecting a host, begins to eat and functionally replace cardiovascular tissue. SCP-7274 appears functionally identical to the original tissue, to the point of being undetectable outside of a breakout event. SCP-7274 has small barbed teeth at the end of each of its appendages, which enables it to keep in contact with the veins and arteries as it consumes them. This allows for uninterrupted blood flow as the host's veins, capillaries, and arteries are replaced.
+
SCP-7274 has no known sensory organs, however, it reacts violently to heat, and appears able to seek out humans and other living organisms. When the host is burned, SCP-7274 tears through their skin, and aggressively attacks everything in its vicinity, killing and harming those around it in what is known as a breakout event. No other method has been found to cause a "breakout event" in SCP-7274-1 instances.
+
During a breakout event, SCP-7274's mass of capillaries, veins, and arteries are of a strength comparative to steel cables. After removing itself from the hosts body, it then rampages in this state until it expires. SCP-7274 instances are able to dismember people easily and damage most buildings and structures with the strength and speed of their tendrils.
+
Infection of SCP-7274 can occur from any blood contact from SCP-7274-1; testing shows it takes on average 1 week to replace a limb's worth of vascular tissue, and after a month is able to replace up to half of the host's cardiovascular system. Fully replacing the veins, heart, capillaries, and arteries within two months, at which point the SCP-7274 instance is fully grown, and remains dormant for the rest of the host's lifespan unless a breakout event occurs. In which case the SCP-7274 instance can remain active for up to 24 hours before expiring.
+
Discovery: SCP-7274 was first discovered on 23.05.21 after an SCP-7274-1 instance from Quebec was cremated, inciting a breakout event, killing 19 people attending the funeral before expiring. Three weeks later, a sealed underground research facility was discovered in the South of England when Foundation staff investigated rumours of anomalous research being conducted in the area.
+
When searched by SCP personnel, 20 dead instances of SCP-7274 were found along many of the corridors, amongst many more human corpses. The site appeared to have gone into a lockdown preventing exit or external communications. Upon further investigation, it was found the site computer had kept records of various emails, data logs, and security footage from both before and after the lockdown.
+
The recovered data indicated the facility to be the origin of SCP-7274, upon this discovery the SCP-7274 file was updated and efforts to locate and contain potential SCP-7274-1 instances are currently ongoing. A record of the related documents recovered from this "digital black box" has been attached below:
Finished formula report
+RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[11.07.20]
+Dear Dr. Mulligan
+
I have confirmed the success of the current cure formula, and it has now been approved for final human trials. Once administered it should be able to prevent internal bleeding in a patient from any cause due to its separate immune system and increased regeneration speed, and unlike traditional organ transplants, there is no possibility of tissue rejection.
+
I have included the formula in document-P945-1 for when you submit it to the directors and patent board, as long as this last batch of patients doesn't experience any issues during the final trial period, we should be able to release the product.
+
When you're done with that, let's celebrate this success over some drinks at mine later.
+Regards,
+Dr. Walters.
+
+
Note, no record of the mentioned document or any other relating to the construction of SCP-7274 or any previous versions could be found on-site or contained in the black-box data.
+
+
Subject final observation period
+M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[12.07.20]
+
Dear Dr. Walters,
+
I congratulate you on the success with the most recent formula, I have submitted document-P945-1 alongside the latest progress reports and am currently processing the patients for the final observation period, our three subjects and conditions are:
+
David Canard (23) (Klippel-Trenaunay syndrome)
+Brixton Jones (40) (Buerger's disease)
+Hanna Mayland (56) (Peripheral artery disease)
+
Theoretically, this treatment should cure or significantly weaken the effects of all of these issues, and a collection of more otherwise incurable vascular diseases.
+P.S: I’ve made sure they’ve been given name tags so you don’t forget their names during checkups, they’ll be staying in the facility underground for a while so try not to upset them?
+
Thank you for the update and the drinks offer, I’ll take you up on that.
+from,
+Dr. Mulligan.
+
+
+
Update on observations
+RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[15.08.20]
+
Dear Dr. Mulligan,
+
The observation period has ended, and the results seem to be stellar, Hanna’s peripheral artery disease has all but disappeared, David no longer displays symptoms of Klippel-Trenaunay syndrome, and Brixton has shown no signs of any issues since treatment.
+
I am currently in the process of acquiring their personal effects before they are discharged, can you print the NDAs for them to sign? It's normally Dr. Xanders' job, but they've taken time off to look after their sick mother.
+Congratulations are in order,
+Dr. Walters.
A video plays of the time directly after the patients retrieved their personal effects, in what appears to be an entrance room or reception. As Dr. Mulligan leaves the room, presumably to retrieve the NDAs from Dr. Walters, the patient Brixton is seen going to smoke.
+
After cupping their hand to light a cigarette, back facing the rest of the group, they shout in pain and begin to convulse violently. Their body appears to rip itself apart, limbs contorting unnaturally and their neck snapping, as an instance of SCP-7274 tears itself free from the now flayed corpse of Brixton. A dripping red bundle of thin tendrils extending to the surrounding surfaces, with a partially formed heart in the centre, appearing to beat sporadically.
+
The SCP-7274 instance subsequently begins to rampage around the room, spinning and slashing at everything it can, it is seen to dismember and kill the other patients and the staff around them, before going off camera.
+
Data records show that the SCP-7274 instance went on to kill seven other employees and injured another 12 before ceasing all movement and expiring in a southern hallway in the middle of the site. During the chaos, a staff member at the reception started the site lockdown sealing the facility, before the log says they were disemboweled by the SCP-7274 instance, which also destroyed the console she used.
The following log contains video footage of Dr. Walters and Dr. Mulligan confronting 5 hours after the incident. Dr. Mulligan can be seen to be covered in blood up to his elbows and knees, while Dr. Walters is hurrying along the corridor from the other direction, carrying a sheaf of papers. As she goes to pass him in the corridor, Dr. Mulligan grabs Dr. Walters' arm and pulls her into an alcove before he begins talking in a low angry tone, audio is transcribed below:
+
Dr. Mulligan: What the hell happened! Our people are dead, that thing tore through them like paper. Brixton looks like a-
+
Mulligan stops himself, appearing as if overcome with nausea before continuing.
+
Dr. Mulligan: You're responsible for what came out of them, hell, I PUT YOU in charge of the cures creation, and the original treatment formula. If you knew this was something it could do, if you had even the slightest indication that this was a possibility you're as good as dead, and that's not coming from me. We have so many people in this building alone that want explanations, even forgetting the rest of their loved ones you have a lot of explaining to do.
+
Dr. Walters: I didn't do anything! We were working with tech we barely understood, you knew that as well as I did, besides it's your fault just as much as it is mine. For now, we just need to focus on making sure it doesn't get worse! we've got 12 people critically injured by that thing, and we still need to do an autopsy on it. Now I'm happy for you to help with either one of these, as long as you don't get in my way!
+
Dr. Walters is seen pushing Dr. Mulligan away from her before heading down the hallway, Dr. Mulligan Shouts after her:
+
Dr. Mulligan: I'll do the damn autopsy! Remember Rachel, when you've seen to the staff that survived, and we've made it out of this hole, you still have to answer for the staff that didn't.
I will preface this report by explaining the method used to create this cure, for any unfamiliar and wondering how such a thing could be made accidentally both inside and outside of the organisation.
+
The site here had been built around an underground "supercomputer" that the founders knew about, we didn't know where it came from or who made it, and we were not allowed to ask. All we knew is it had a console to enter concepts into which were implemented, apparently limitlessly. When it is said we did not understand the technology we were working with, that is no understatement.
+
Walters had written over a hundred lines of parameters for this "cure", preventing tissue rejection, cancer growths, sepsis, and anything else a doctor could have thought of to be a potential problem in a "cure for all Vascular diseases".
+
Anomaly autopsy, by Dr. Mulligan
+
Overview: The creature is visibly identical to a human vascular system, with increased durability.
+The main discernible differences are certain missing portions from what would be the legs and lower torso, as well as sections of the heart, the other primary differences being the strength and resistance to breaking of all parts of the creature, and presence of microscopic teeth at some ends, presumably to connect to the rest of the cardiovascular system as it grows.
+
Veins, Capillaries, Arteries: Primary differences compared to a human's cardiovascular system are the presence of microscopic teeth at some ends where the parasite appeared to be still growing, alongside increased durability, making it difficult to cut, with a strength comparable to steel wire. No changes were present in its anatomy to explain these features.
+
Heart: The heart has also been replicated in the same way as the veins and arteries. Though it appears impartial, and upon referencing the host remains it appears that the parts which are not present in the creature were left in their body- along with the veins and arteries present in their lower legs. The heart has the same increased durability as the other parts of the organism. Once again the organism showed no anatomical difference compared to a normal human heart.
+
Presence of microscopic teeth: The unfinished edges of the creature's heart and ends of unfinished veins and arteries appear to have microscopic teeth on them, presumably used to keep in contact with the parts of the vascular system yet to be consumed.
+
-End of file
+
+
+
Autopsy analysis: The cure the three of them were administered was from the same batch made by the computer. Meaning both Hanna and David were carriers of the same parasite. Knowing this, it is a safe assumption that something "activated" or angered the one present in Brixton, causing it to attack and lash out. The CCTV footage of the site is encrypted so I can't review it for any clues. If we can figure it out, we will be able to better understand the creature, and discover if it is an issue likely to repeat itself.
+
+
+
[Note, no evidence of this computer was found. However, a large, empty, unlit room was found in a room under the main complex, presumably where it used to be. No evidence of it being moved was found, but the room contained higher signs of anomalous and thaumaturgical activity than the entire rest of the complex combined.]
Footage displays a security guard cooking at a portable gas stove, with one arm bandaged and in a sling, and bandages on the other hand. The date on the footage is one week after the start of the lockdown. Voices can be heard from outside the camera's perspective joking and laughing. The guard is struggling against his injury in order to cook, and eventually drops a wooden spoon into the pan.
+
He immediately reaches to grab it, before flinching and shouting an expletive. The people off camera stop their conversations and ask if he is okay (revealing his name to be Spencer). Spencer begins to convulse, and his limbs contort while screaming in pain, similar to what was seen from Brixton. After a few moments of panicked shouting from those outside the camera view, and a series of screams of pain from Spencer. A second, smaller instance of SCP-7274 emerges from the injured arm and shoulder of Spencer, before proceeding to gut him and move off camera, presumably towards the other nearby staff members. Screams of pain are heard off camera and blood covers the camera lens before the footage stops and the video ends.
+
Data attached to the file states "Four researchers were killed and three more injured before security staff and Dr. Walters incapacitated the anomaly with a fire-axe. Walters was able to sever several larger tentacles from the main mass while the anomaly was at a barricaded door. She was then able to pin the remaining mass to the floor using the fire-axe. Where security staff shot at the creature until it expired"
URGENT
+[21.08.20]
+RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk
+I'll cut to the chase, this thing can spread. Maybe that's the only reason it lashed out in the first place. It might only need to injure a person to infect them, and in case you haven't noticed, the number of injured is rising. We need to figure out if there's a trigger for this thing, and whether there's a way to kill them before they "get out of someone" and cause more damage.
+If you've got any ideas or found a way to access the CCTV footage, then I'm all ears.
+Rachel
+
+
+
M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[22.08.20]
+I still can't access the CCTV footage as the main console was destroyed, and that was the only intended access for on-site staff. But I have a lead, a lighter was found in the reception room of the first incident, and Spencer's corpse was next to a lit gas stove. My guess is that fire, or burning yourself, triggers the creature to try and escape in an act of self-preservation. Not that I want to try this out of course, but tell everyone you can that the injured are to stay away from any open flames, including the kitchen and labs in their entirety.
+
I'm going to go down to The Computer that made this thing and see if I can work on a cure, I know you were in charge of the creation of it, and you should probably be the one to do this. But the staff need a leader, and you've always been better with words than I. Besides, I do have the most experience with this thing from other projects.
+
I'm going to lock myself down here, no one left but you and I know of this room, and it's our only way of opening up the place or curing it, we can't have anyone else getting in here.
+I hope you understand,
+Mulligan.
+
+
+
RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[01.09.20]
+Michael, is there any update on the cure? Our food is running low and everyone's getting anxious, you've been holed up with The Computer for over two weeks now, I'm worried. I know that thing can keep you alive from the documentation on it, but I want to know you're okay.
+
+
+
M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[02.09.20]
+There can be no cure, I'm sure of it now. The Computer deals with concepts, and conceptually that thing we have created /is// a cure, and either I or it cannot grasp the concept of curing a cure.
+This means there is no way to remove it. The computer just returns error after error, and when I try some stuff looking at the result makes me vomit or lose hours of memory.
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Point is, if there is a way to undo this, it is probably more dangerous than what we have right now. I know that's saying something, but I fear it's the truth now I begin to understand the full extent of this machine, this thing is dangerous, with the wrong person and the wrong goals things so much worse than what we have created could occur. But I am sorry to say that as to our current problem, there is no hope for those already infected. I leave the decision of what to do in your hands, while I deal with this.
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Foundation forces are to ascertain the fate of "The Computer" referenced by Dr. Mulligan, whether it has been relocated, damaged, or destroyed. A conceptual machine such as he describes would be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands if still functioning.
The video plays. Dr. Walters is seen being angrily shouted at by a group of workers, presumably after informing them that there is no cure. Those shouting appear to be the remaining staff, both injured and healthy
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Crowd member: You did this! The formula was your creation, you bragged about it before the lockdown! You're telling us we can't do anything about it now? What about the cure you promised?!
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Rachel: I - I never promised a cure I only said that Michael was working on one -
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Crowd member: Oh so now you're saying there isn't one? That it's his fault there isn't one? Where is Dr. Mulligan then?
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Rachel: He's-
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Crowd member: What happens now? We've got families, you can't just keep us here forever! This is your mess!
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Rachel: I'm sorry we're doing everything we can! Maybe with just a little bit more time we can-
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Crowd member: Don't give us that shit you just said there's no possibility for a cure! We've all seen those things, you say we're doomed if we get so much as some rope burn!
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Crowd member: How do you expect us to go to our families or not tell anybody that everyone around us could die at any moment?
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Rachel: Maybe there's a way to prevent it coming out, maybe it's not from fire, and it-
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Crowd member: Stop Bullshitting!
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Crowd member: Only the infected people can't leave, the rest of us that are fine have no reason to stay!
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The crowd's attention is diverted from Dr. Walters with this comment, the speaker looks wide-eyed and afraid at the silence, realising what they said. Before he can say another word one of the injured staff members punch him in the jaw. After this the crowd turns into a brawl, some people fighting and others attempting to restrain those trying to attack others. Dr. Walters is seen assisting those trying to stop the brawl before the video ends.
RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[11.09.20]
+I'm sure you heard about what happened when I broke the news to the staff. After we broke up the fight a lot of injured staff got paranoid that we would "get rid of them" so that the rest of us could leave. They've barricaded themselves into the east wing and main reception, I know we can't just let the people that're infected out into the world, the potential danger that poses is immense. But I don't know what else to do, Logically I know the choice best for the world, but I can not allow such actions toward my staff, my friends. I definitely can't sanction such actions myself.
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Please, I can't keep a hold of this situation alone.
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M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk
+[11.09.20]
+They won't be able to get out, the engineers told me when they installed those quarantine doors that they're an inch thick solid steel between the rest of the facility and the elevator shaft to the surface. They will be too afraid of the consequences of using a blowtorch, and with the console destroyed that's the only way out.
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Of course, they might not be attempting to get out at all, just making sure the rest of you don't abandon them here. The fate of many lives is not something I can decide like that, we both know the decision that is right for the world at large, the infected staff can not leave this facility. While I know this, I do not have the resolve to make such a decision, it is not one you or I can make alone or half-hearted.
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I still can't leave The Computer yet. As we cannot cure it, we run the risk of being unable to contain it, thereby we need a method of detection. So far I've got nothing, but if we don't figure this out, the entire world could become a lot worse from our mistake.
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It is important to remember, however, that maybe it doesn't infect as easily as we thought. Or worse, it is more infectious, I recommend holding out as long as possible so we can be sure who is infected, if we have to weigh lives I don't want to send anyone to their death that doesn't need to, nor do I want to make all these sacrifices for nothing by letting someone infected out after all of this.
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I won't be able to respond for a while, the latest thing I'm trying will temporarily cut communications between The Computer and the site as a whole. In the meantime, I want to say that I am sorry for bringing you into this project. If I had even thought it to have been dangerous I wouldn't have asked you to join.
A large group of people, including many injured, can be seen crowded in the room. Many of them are talking amongst themselves, while others stare into the distance quietly, some fiddling with various things.
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A younger woman with dark braids and a bandaged stump of an arm, wheels a trolley into the hall. Before turning it over and standing on it, addressing the crowd:
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Female Researcher:“Can I have your attention please!”
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A lot of the group stop what they're doing, and turn to listen to her.
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Female Researcher:“My name is Becca, one of the junior scientists at the site, and I thought I should speak up, as no one else in our group has, about what Rachel and Michael have been telling us.
+We are all here because we were injured by one of those things, and that makes the rest think we are a threat to them.
+They want us to stay isolated, so it isn’t their problem!
+Rachel claims, that it is a disease, that it has spread to us through our injuries, and that is what happened to our Spencer.”
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The speaker stops for a second, looking sombrely at their feet, before carrying on.
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Becca: “But I say, have we ever heard of such a thing? that was clearly some kind of creature, a monster, why are they assuming the injury is what got it to Spencer?”
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More people begin to pay attention to the speaker as she says this, some standing up to get a better view.
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Becca: “For all we know Spencer was exposed to the original serum, and was infected then!”
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Many in the crowd begin to murmur in agreement, while one older worker, appearing to be a janitor stands up and begins to speak.
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Janitor: “So yer sure that the rest of us aren’t infected? Ye think if I were to burn ma-self like the other two we would be fine?”
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The man says this with a raised voice, before brandishing an antique Zippo-style lighter and continuing.
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Janitor: “I’m tired, tired of this damn hole, tired of this damn death sentence they’ve placed upon me. If you say there’s a chance I can leave here and get to my family, I’ll take that chance, Becca.“
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The woman, Becca, and the rest of the group all freeze staring at the man, before saying.
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Becca: "You understand it isn’t a total certainty right - Mark ?"
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Mark: "I’m aware, and I’m quite fond of ye’all so I don’t want to risk your lives. But I am old, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life here, it's already been too long. So I’ve made up my mind, and I will not be swayed from this path."
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The man, Mark is seen making his way towards the door, as he does, another older researcher, who previously was ignoring Becca's speech, is seen slowly raising a gun towards Mark. Nobody in the room moves to stop him until Becca notices as Mark opens the door.
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Becca: "WAIT!"
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[Mark Spins round as the researcher fires, missing him and hitting a gas pipe on the wall opposite the door, at the same time Mark turns on the taser to threaten the researcher to stand down, after a few seconds of screaming and shouting across the whole room, the lighter ignites the gas leaking from the fuel line, and a fireball rips through, causing several instances of SCP-7274 to emerge from the people in and near the blast.
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Screams are heard as bodies are seen contorting unnaturally, Mark's neck snaps itself before An SCP-7274 instance pulls free from his body. Footage ends as many instances of SCP-7274 exit the room rapidly, leaving the remaining injured trapped by the flames at the door.]
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The CCTV footage switches cameras to that of the uninjured survivors, where Rachel Walters is seen handing out food and chatting with various survivors before a rumble is felt and distant screams are heard.
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Rachel: "Barricade the doors! We can't let it in! Get anything sharp or large to attack them, and if all you have is a gun, aim for the centre, or the heart!"
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People move quickly to push various objects against the door and in front of the windows, some are already wearing riot gear and move up to the front holding axes and improvised shields, Rachel moves some of the older members away from the windows.
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Rachel: "It's nearly here! Get ready to take it down! "
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After saying this, an instance of SCP-7274 collides with the barricaded door, as several people work to block and dismember it, other instances of SCP-7274 collide with the windows and begin to break through, one of the guards is dismembered and another decapitated.
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Several researchers begin screaming and crying, before the SCP-7274 instances break through the windows and doors, entering the room. The people inside are seen being sliced apart by 5-9 instances of SCP-7274 before the camera is covered in blood entirely.
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After a short period of time, the screaming dies out, leaving only the squelching and whipping sounds of SCP-7274 instances rampaging unseen. This also fades as several instances of SCP-7274 appear to move away in different directions after some time.
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The CCTV footage swaps back to the East Wing, where the room is seen to be full of smoke, several corpses, some complete, and remains from SCP-7274 are seen motionless before the video ends.
A video message plays. In it, a haggard-looking Dr. Mulligan is seen sitting at a desk in front of the camera.
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Well, I don't know what to say really, this is likely the last message that will be recorded here, which makes it important, kinda.
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2 minutes of silence, Dr. Mulligan stares into the distance.
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I- had a handgun in my desk drawer. The higher-ups gave it to me back when I became head of the facility, thought it was a sick joke.
+I grabbed it this morning, for the first time…
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Mulligan is seen fiddling with a Zippo lighter, traces of blood can be seen on it.
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Checked the site with it, couldn't find anyone - anyone alive.
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Mulligan lights the lighter and places it on the table.
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That makes me the last one here, I have the ability to get out now, with time at least, but one thing remains.
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Mulligan lifts a handgun into view of the camera and places it against his head.
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I need to be sure I can go out there, with a clear conscience.
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If this is the last I'm heard of, I want to say that I'm sorry. I never meant for this, the responsibility falls on me. Rachel, everyone, I love you all from the bottom of my heart, no one deserves this.
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Mulligan places his hand over the flame of the lighter, and braces himself as the video ends.
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END OF RECOVERED DOCUMENTS
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Upon investigation of these documents, Dr. Xanders mentioned in the initial email logs was located and upon questioning, found to have administered a dose of the SCP-7274 "cure" to their mother, who was reportedly suffering from a life-threatening case of fibromuscular dysplasia. Xanders reported they did it in this way due to their mother's short life expectancy, her doctors only expecting her to live another week at most.
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The cure solved their mother's Fibromuscular dysplasia and other various illnesses, and Xanders cut all contact with the facility in order to avoid repercussions. Since then their mother has shown no related health issues, however, she has donated blood several times before Foundation involvement, tracking of the infected blood and its recipients is deemed a high priority to contain SCP-7274.
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Dr. Xanders is to be transferred to Foundation custody, as either a doctor working on the SCP-7274 containment project due to their experience working alongside anomalous technologies and their involvement in the development of SCP-7274 or D-class personnel pending O5 approval.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-746 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-66. Specialized bedding designed for SCP-746's anatomy is to be provided for comfort and be replaced every three months.
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When being transported, SCP-746 is to be provided with an appropriately-sized wheelchair for mobility than the use of its provided cane. It is to also wear a control collar and be supervised by no less than three armed guards. A Foundation translator fluent in Japanese dialects is to be made present to facilitate communication with SCP-746.
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Currently, SCP-746 is scheduled to attend English classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with Dr. Kaya along with receiving physiotherapy.
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Description: SCP-746 is a sapient avian humanoid, standing 1.3 meters tall and weighing 38 kilograms. The entity's face appears aged, and is a deep red with a 28 centimeters long beak-like nose. Most of its body is covered in rough black feathers, the longest being on the forearms, shoulders, neck, and head. Currently, SCP-746 wears a specialized leg brace provided by Foundation medical personnel on its left leg due to suffering a permanent crippling injury (see Addendum 01 for details).
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Before acquisition of SCP-746, it was agile and capable of sprinting up to 11 km per hour. It had also been observed to have acrobatic skill during attempts at capture by recovery teams. SCP-746 now moves at a significantly slow pace and requires a cane to aid it in walking.
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SCP-746 has complained of feeling back, shoulder, and neck pain along with stiff joints. An X-ray of SCP-746 has shown several stress fractures. Physiotherapy has shown to be effective. These injuries were also acquired from its initial acquisition.
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SCP-746 is docile though it has shown to be somewhat mischievous in interviews and before its containment. Due to its condition, it is not capable of performing any actual acts of mischief and is not considered an issue to containment.
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SCP-746 is fluent in several Japanese dialects, and has shown minor knowledge of English. It has shown willingness to improve its English and thus far has significantly improved with provided classes. According to SCP-746, it had obtained knowledge of English when encountering American tourists speaking and had grown fascinated.
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Its diet consists of mostly sea food and vegetable leaves.
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The existence of SCP-746 came to Foundation attention on 4/23/██ after reports of pranks by an unknown entity caught on recordings at Tokyo, Japan. Two agents were sent to investigate and encountered SCP-746. For two weeks SCP-746 had evaded capture before the event leading to its acquisition.
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Addendum 01: SCP-746 was successfully captured on 5/1/██ in the city of Kyoto, Japan. SCP-746 was being pursued by an instance of SCP-████ throughout the city, and attracted the immediate attention of nearby recovery teams. The SCP-████ instance caught up with SCP-746 and swung its fist, which flung SCP-746 to a wall, to falling onto a car, and to the ground. The instance then proceeded to crush SCP-746's left leg with its club as SCP-746 attempted to crawl away. Agents from Mobile Task Force Nu-32 ("Peach Boys") assigned to the containment of instances managed to save SCP-746 by distracting it as other agents rescued SCP-746. For further details of the incident, please view Incident Report ████-746-A. Below is an interview with SCP-746 in regards to the incident.
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Interviewed: SCP-746
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Interviewer: Dr. Renfield
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Foreword: The following Interview was originally spoken in the Tokyo dialect and has been translated.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Renfield: Greetings, SCP-746. Are you feeling well?
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SCP-746: [Speaks in English] Yes, it hurts less.
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Dr. Renfield: Your English is better than last time as well. Anyway, I am here you ask you some questions.
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SCP-746: Very well. About what?
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Dr. Renfield: Back in Kyoto, can you tell me why the SCP-████ instance was after you?
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SCP-746: [Begins to laugh]
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Dr. Renfield: Uh, 746?
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SCP-746: [Ceases laughter] Ah, the oni? Let's see, I found it sitting under a tree in the forest and I spoke to it. I quickly learned it was a dumb one and its stomach was getting hungry so I saw a chance to do a trick to it. [Snickering]
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Dr. Renfield: What kind of trick?
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SCP-746: Well… [Smiles] I tricked it into eating dung! [Laughs]
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Dr. Renfield: That's…disgusting.
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SCP-746: I know and never have I seen such a foolish oni in all my 700 years of life! It was steamy and I told the fool it was karinto.1
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Dr. Renfield: [Gag] So I am going to assume that what happens next is that it grew angry?
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SCP-746: Yes, that is correct. That big brute was furious! Oh, the look on its face. It then stood up and swung its club to only miss me. Run I did, as fast as the wind as behind me I could hear the brute's roar and trees being knocked over.
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As I was making my escape, I stumbled upon a pond that I swung across from a branch and seconds later heard loud splashes of the fool falling into it. Come to think of it, I think it was the home of a family of kappas. There were distinct shouts but I didn't really knew what was being said for the oni was coming and I didn't have time to stop.
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Anyway, it was starting to catch up and so I decided to try to make it dizzy by going around it in circles. The fool swung its club at every direction trying to hit me and some were not even close! [Laughs] Maybe its wet hair got in its eyes but it was nonetheless amusing.
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Dr. Renfield: Weren't you worried though?
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SCP-746: Why would I? I was having the most fun at the time! There was excitement.
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Dr. Renfield: Alright, please continue.
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SCP-746: Where was I? Oh yeah. The oni looked dizzy enough and I continued on away from it. I was near the city and thought I lost it until I heard it roar again. It was starting to get tiring and thought maybe I'll definitely lose it in the city.
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The wires and buildings helped slow the oni as I went through ally ways and roof tops. People were also screaming at the sight of the oni which I don't blame. Not only was it dumb but ugly too. [Laughs] The rest of the story you already know and leads me to ask what happened to the oni?
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Dr. Renfield: Why are you asking?
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SCP-746: I was too busy being in pain and shock to saw what happened. I am just wondering.
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Dr. Renfield: We incapacitated it. That's all.
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SCP-746: Oh, okay. Well, just be sure to give it an actual karinto for being the most fun I had in a while. [Snickering] Although, I doubt it will trust anything that is karinto again! [Burst into laughter]
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Dr. Renfield: You know, that stunt of yours caused a lot of trouble. Several streets and property were destroyed and our amnestic teams had to work hard to conceal the situation. It almost killed you and left you crippled. Was it really worth it?
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SCP-746: [Catches breath] Oh yes!
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Dr. Renfield: Even though you are no longer able to do any other stunts ever again?
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SCP-746: Honestly, I had my years of fun and I'm happy to have it end with the pleasure of fooling an oni. So they say: [Speaks in English] Out with a bang.
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<End Log>
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Addendum ████-746: The SCP-████ instance involved in the acquisition of SCP-746 has shown heightened levels of aggression and attempts to breach containment. The instance seeks to travel to SCP-746's location and poses a danger to Site-66 and SCP-746. Neutralization of the instance is pending approval. Neutralization has been approved.
Submitted By: Dr. A. Leverre (aleverre@nodiv.a57.scipnet)
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Relevant Files (Attached Below):SCP-7491, SCP-7491 Addendums 1 and 3
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As a member of the Decommissioning Department, your goal is to assess and determine whether the concern raised by the researcher qualifies, to adequate standards, the destruction of the anomaly. You are to be reminded that the Foundation's primary goal is to Secure, Contain, and Protect, and decommissioning is only to be used in cases where it is necessary by logistical or ethical standards.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7491 is currently deactivated and contained in a low-priority storage locker at Research Area-57. Experimentation on SCP-7491 must be approved by at least one member of the Noöspherics Division.
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Description: SCP-7491 is the former security card of Dr. Arielle Leverre, senior researcher of the Noöspherics Division. SCP-7491 lacks any physical anomalous properties, and is marked anomalous by the properties of its noöspheric ideosignature..Ideosignature: (n.) The collection of ideas that make up any object. (i.e., an object's noöspheric footprint)
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SCP-7491's ideosignature is active. An active ideosignature indicates one which has the ability to interact with elements of other ideosignatures by expelling mentergy.Mentergy: (n.) The noöspheric equivalent to energy, measured in Duvalls (δ). What allows for ideosignatures to interact amongst each other. Believed to be generated by brain activity.and transferring it between both elements. To simplify, SCP-7491 is capable of thought. Tests meant to determine SCP-7491's intelligence level are ongoing.
FOREWORD: SCP-7491 was first discovered during standard preparation of the prototype NMED.The Noöspheric Measuring and Experimentation Device, informally called "Ned" by noöspheric personnel, is a first-of-its-kind device allowing for the evaluating of ideosignatures, their components, and the mentergy transfers that take place between them, all at the same time. Further information is classified Level 4/████ Clearance.. SCP-7491 accidentally kept the machine open without any staff noticing during an active test. This resulted in mentergy leaking into the local environment.
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<Dr. Omondi stands behind the NMED, watching the controls. Dr. Leverre stands beside the device's opening with a sheet of paper in hand.>
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Dr. Omondi: Alright, put the thing in, and lets get rolling.
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<Dr. Leverre places the sheet of paper inside the opening of the NMED, and shuts it. As she closes the opening, her security card falls out of her lab coat pocket and into the machine, propping the opening ajar. She fails to notice this, and begins to walk towards Dr. Omondi.>
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Dr. Leverre: Ready.
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Dr. Omondi: Ready.
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<The NMED activates, pulsing blue light outwards as its main turbine activates. A reading on the machine shows a negative mentergy output, and an error in the main processing compartment. A large column of blue light shoots out from the device and shines onto Dr. Leverre. She does not react. Dr. Omondi rushes to turn the NMED off.>
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Dr. Omondi: Well… that's not great.
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Dr. Leverre:<sarcastically.> Oh, really?
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Dr. Omondi: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen.
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Dr. Leverre: Just turn the damn thing off, I'll go take a look.
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Dr. Omondi:<jokingly saluting.> Yes, Ma'am.
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<Dr. Omondi powers down the NMED as Dr. Leverre walks back to the main access area. She opens the hatch, revealing her security card.>
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Dr. Leverre:<under her breath> How in the— <louder> My security card got in the machine.
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Dr. Omondi: I don't think Ned needs level 4 clearance.
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<A pause as Dr. Leverre stares at Dr. Omondi.>
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Dr. Omondi: Tough crowd.
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<Dr. Leverre retrieves her security card and closes the NMED.>
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Dr. Leverre: It should be good now. Ready.
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Dr. Omondi: Read- Wait, huh?
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<Dr. Omondi inspects the NMED's record of the previous activation.>
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Dr. Leverre: What?
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Dr. Omondi: According to Ned, there was something actively thinking, in the hatch, during the last run.
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Dr. Leverre: That is…
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<Dr. Leverre opens the NMED again and removes the sheet of paper, placing her security card inside.>
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Dr. Leverre: Ready.
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Dr. Omondi: …Ready.
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<Dr. Omondi activates the NMED, which records positive mentergy levels, and an Active Ideosignature within.>
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Dr. Omondi: Seems we've got ourselves a new study tool, huh?
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END ADDENDUM
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Addendum 7491/III: Relevant Experimentation Logs
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Experiment ████-143
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DATE: 2034/01/31
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi
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INTENT: To test the efficacy of the NMED, as well as whether SCP-7491 is unique to itself.
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PROCEDURE: Insert the card of Dr. Omondi into the NMED and record the results.
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OBSERVATIONS: No recorded noöspheric activity.
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NOTES:Welp, at least now we know it is an anomaly. -Dr. Omondi
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Experiment 7491-01
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DATE: 2034/02/01
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre
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INTENT: Understand more about SCP-7491's thought processes.
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PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record the results.
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OBSERVATIONS:
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NMED Readings
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2034/02/01
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HELLO QUESTION GONE WHERE MYSELF HELP DARK BLACK GONE
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BLACK
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HELP
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NOTES:It seems SCP-7491 is neither aware of its current situation, nor favorable of it. -Dr. Leverre
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Experiment 7491-02
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DATE: 2034/02/01
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi
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INTENT: Determine the level of SCP-7491's mentergy output.
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PROCEDURE: Record SCP-7491's mentergy outputs at different times throughout the day using an DMC..A Duvall Mentergy Counter is used to measure raw mentergy outputs of noöspheric interactions. Higher mentergy outputs generally indicate a higher cognitive function.
+OBSERVATIONS:
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TIME
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DUVALL COUNT
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11:00
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56.4δ
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14:00
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60.8δ
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17:00
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56.6δ
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20:00
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57.4δ
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23:00
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57.2δ
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NOTES:About average outputs for a conscious human, but its quite literally brainless. What happened to the material to allow for energy to be transferred? -Dr. Omondi
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Experiment 7491-03
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DATE: 2034/02/02
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre
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INTENT: Understand more about SCP-7491's thought processes.
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PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record the results.
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OBSERVATIONS:
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NMED Readings
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2034/02/02
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THINK OUT ESCAPE GONE
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MUST LEAVE OUT HELP
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STAY SANE REMEMBER PEOPLE
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REMEMBER OMONDI
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KNOW MYSELF SANE STAY LEARN
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NOTES:Why does it know Omondi's name? Can it hear? Can it see? What does it know? -Dr. Leverre
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Experiment 7491-04
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DATE: 2034/02/02
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi
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INTENT: Determine the source of SCP-7491's mentergy output.
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PROCEDURE: Evaluate the physical properties of SCP-7491.
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OBSERVATIONS: SCP-7491 is composed of 79.5% PVC and 20.5% Standard Issue Foundation Ink by mass. No anomalous energy readings are recorded.
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NOTES:…There's no energy? That's not possible, by any method we know of. How in God's name is it able to think without energy? -Dr. Omondi
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Experiment 7491-05
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DATE: 2034/02/03
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre
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INTENT: Determine whether SCP-7491 can sense its local surroundings.
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PROCEDURE: Expose SCP-7491 to physical stimuli, then record noöspheric readings afterwards via the NMED.
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EXTERNAL STIMULI
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NMED READING
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SCP-7491 is submerged under water.
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LEARN SITUATION VOID
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SCP-7491 is placed near an open flame.
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ZERO OBSERVE ZERO AUDIO
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SCP-7491 is placed within an icebox.
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ZERO SMELL ZERO TASTE
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SCP-7491 is spun around in a centrifuge.
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ZERO TOUCH ZERO TIME TIME
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SCP-7491 is placed within a low-gravity chamber.
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TIME TIME TIME HOW
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SCP-7491 is placed near high-frequency speakers.
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HOW LONG HOW LONG HOW
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SCP-7491 is placed in a zero-light environment.
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REMEMBER PEOPLE STAY SANE OMONDI
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NOTES:No correlation between external stimuli and noöspheric activity detected. It still knows Omondi's name, somehow. -Dr. Leverre
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Experiment 7491-06
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DATE: 2034/02/03
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi
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INTENT: Determine the source of SCP-7491's mentergy output.
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PROCEDURE: Record noöspheric readings via the NMED while measuring mentergy count through a DMC.
+OBSERVATIONS:
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NMED READINGS
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DUVALL COUNT
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NOTHING ELSE QUESTION
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55.9δ
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ONLY VOID HELP PLEASE
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55.4δ
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HELP MYSELF ONLY NOTHING
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55.3δ
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NO
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56.0δ
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PEOPLE REMEMBER STAY SANE STAY
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57.5δ
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IDI VERA DAVID MYSELF
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63.2δ
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NOTES:It seems the Duvall levels spike when it thinks about people. The average has also dropped since last experiment. Perhaps it gets its energy from the people around it, but David's been on sick leave so… it's still just a theory. -Dr. Omondi
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Experiment 7491-07
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DATE: 2034/02/04
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre
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INTENT: Determine the extent SCP-7491's knowledge.
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PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record its readings.
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OBSERVATIONS:
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NMED Readings
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2034/02/04
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MUST STAY SANE PLEASE
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PLEASE CANT LOSE MYESLF
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CANT NOT BUT NOTHING ELSE
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I WITHOUT PEOPLE WITHOUT MYSELF
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HUGO
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CLARA
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IM SORRY
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NOTES:Those… those are my parents. This is… concerning, to say the least. -Dr. Leverre
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Experiment 7491-08
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DATE: 2034/02/04
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi
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INTENT: Determine the source of mentergy for all active ideosignatures.
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PROCEDURE: Measure the mentergy output of Dr. Idi Omondi while interacting with several separate ideosignatures.
+OBSERVATIONS:
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IDEOSIGNATURE OF NOTE
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DUVALL COUNT
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Friends
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57.9δ
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Family
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58.5δ
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Siblings
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58.4δ
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Home
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59.3δ
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Parental Figure
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59.5δ
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Fishing on a Lake
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60.5δ
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Fishing on a Lake with a Parental Figure
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64.5δ
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NOTES:This could be our gateway to understanding the thing! Mentergy levels spike when memories are thought about. Memories might be the source of mentergy!!! With a little more experimentation this could overhaul our entire understanding of noöspherics! I'd have to run a few tests on the object itself, but this could be groundbreaking! -Dr. Omondi
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Experiment 7491-09
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DATE: 2034/02/05
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre
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INTENT: Determine the extent SCP-7491's knowledge.
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PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record its readings.
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OBSERVATIONS:
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NMED Readings
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2034/02/04
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ONLY VOID ONLY DARK PLEASE HELP
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CLARA MOM PLEASE HELP ITS DARK
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I CANT SEE ANYMORE
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I CANT FEEL ANYMORE
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MOM PLEASE THERES NO ONE ELSE
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IM ALL ALONE
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NOTES:It seems it's in pain. And- no… -Dr. Leverre
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Experiment 7491-10
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DATE: 2034/02/05
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SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre
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INTENT: Determine the extent SCP-7491's knowledge.
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PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record its readings.
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OBSERVATIONS:
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NMED Readings
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2034/02/04
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STUCK FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER
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NOTHING EVER EVERYWHERE ANYWHERE
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CLARA MOM PLEASE I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS
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COULD YOU READ ME A BED TIME STORY
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I CANT FALL ASLEEP ANYMORE
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NOTES:She- it shouldn't live like this. Science should not be founded upon blood. -Dr. Leverre
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END ADDENDUM
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Second Unread Message:
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To:You2034/02/05 12:34
+From: Idi Omondi (iomondi@nodiv.a57.scipnet)
+Subject: The Future of Noöspherics
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I won't just let some experiment logs talk for me, so I'm emailing you myself.
+
This thing is a lot more important than it looks. Its caused us to question one of our main theories, and it could allow for even further refining of noöspherics. It's not just some thing with a consciousness in it. Hell, we don't even know whether it feels things, because emotions aren't really the same as thinking, and thinking is all we know it can do. We can't "let it go" off of just a few days of testing and a few concerning thoughts.
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There are so many things to still test for. How much do memories impact mentergy? How do memories allow for mentergy to be used? How did the damn thing get its thoughts in the first place? Was it the light that hit Arielle? Something else with the machine? Something special about Leverre herself? There's still so much to know.
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This thing could revolutionize everything. Don't let it die.
I am aware this may be unprofessional, but it needs to be said.
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For the past few years, Noöspherics has been a fairly new division in the face of Applied Memetics or the ever-ambitious Antimemetics, but that does not mean it is worse. Our division has clawed its way to stability, from our very first intrusion into the noösphere, to a fully-fledged division with its own dedicated history and personnel. This being said, all of our actions thus far have been within ethical parameters.
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This is where I, and a few others, draw the line. We cannot let what may be the largest noöspheric breakthrough in a while be tainted with the knowledge of what we have done to achieve it. We cannot allow for someone to suffer for eternity, without stimulus nor growth, for us to sit back and selfishly grow ourselves. SCP-7491 does not deserve the fate it has been given, and should not deserve it any longer.
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Please, consider its decommissioning with this in mind.
Ideosignature: (n.) The collection of ideas that make up any object. (i.e., an object's noöspheric footprint)
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Mentergy: (n.) The noöspheric equivalent to energy, measured in Duvalls (δ). What allows for ideosignatures to interact amongst each other. Believed to be generated by brain activity.
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The Noöspheric Measuring and Experimentation Device, informally called "Ned" by noöspheric personnel, is a first-of-its-kind device allowing for the evaluating of ideosignatures, their components, and the mentergy transfers that take place between them, all at the same time. Further information is classified Level 4/████ Clearance.
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A Duvall Mentergy Counter is used to measure raw mentergy outputs of noöspheric interactions. Higher mentergy outputs generally indicate a higher cognitive function.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7512 is frozen in storage locker 36 at Site 18. Any protrusions resulting in SCP-7512 exceeding one kilogram are to be excised and incinerated.
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Description: SCP-7512 is a slab of human tissue. The entirety of SCP-7512 consists of tumorous growths—with all original tissue burned off during containment. Expansion is independent of nutrients and ceases completely only from cell breakdown.
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SCP-7512 originated as the engorged liver of Frederick Mason, excised from his corpse after transfer from the Miami-Dade County Police Department. Mason’s infection rapidly spread throughout his body over the latter months of 2020, substantially altering his physiology and mental state. Mason was found dead on 12/1/21, having perished from malnourishment several days earlier. His body had several extra limbs—all seemingly vestigial—and his skin featured large quantities of boils and holes throughout.
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Addendum 7512.1: Journal of Frederick Mason During Suspected SCP-7512 Infection
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+
Monday, October 12th
+Yogurt and granola, ham sandwich for lunch. 48 meals, I can pay rent. Haven't made dinner for myself yet. Too tired for anything good. My stomach started killing me halfway through work. Just doing soups today, thankfully. Tomorrow I'll make something good for myself.
+
David called. He asked how working from home's been. Told him I've been doing it half a year now.
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Tuesday, October 13th
+They called, told me to make more meals. I told them I had enough money with the rate I was going, but they told me to make more meals. I asked if the quota was raised. They said I was sloppy.
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Wednesday, October 14th
+24 tubs. A vegetable mush, mostly potato. The company gave me school lunches this time. So many people do school lunches—it should be okay I only did 24. I made some potato salad for myself. Ate it with salmon.
+
Rachel called. She wanted to hang out. I’m not comfortable with that yet. I told her I wasn’t. She said her mom just got sick but that wasn’t bothering her. I told her mine did too and it is. I said I loved her, hoped we could see each other soon. I meant the first half.
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Thursday, October 16th
+It took me two hours to get out of bed. The pain was just too much. My doctor is booked for months.
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Tuesday, October 20th
+My mind exists on two tracks. One is agony, crawling through the day with dulled senses & moments of piercing hurt. The other comes in flashes when the lethargy stops—suddenly I am active, pacing and tapping my fingers on random things in the kitchenette. Not only active, I am energised. I am not quite happy, except maybe happy for the pain to recede, but I am something new, or maybe something from before everything went to hell.
+
It was during one of those periods that David called. I think I freaked him out. I mentioned I hadn’t done any work in two days. He asked if I had quit. I said no. He asked if I had any savings. I said not really. He already knew I didn’t keep any, that I worked just enough to keep things ticking over, workloads less than part time. He still asked. He’s worried. He disrupted the flow I was in—I slept three hours after the call. My stomach’s being ripped apart.
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+
Thursday, October 22nd.
+It feels like bugs are crawling over my mouth. Into it, crowding it, then leaving as if nothing happened. I’ve had the feeling before—when I was young. It always used to be my arms though.
+
I spoke to my landlord about paying three months from now. I started work again. I've known her for years. She's known me for years. Irrelevant, or maybe it was because she knows me that it was so hard. She only agreed when I said I'd pay four months worth.
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+
Friday, October 23rd
+Fired, I can't tell anyone. The whole set yesterday was bad. Something in my sickness got in.
+
It’s affecting more than food. I know I should feel mad, or despondent—I feel nothing. Maybe relief. It hasn't changed the strange energy I have, but my hours in bed keep expanding. Without work, I often find there’s no reason to get up. For days I've felt no reason to leave the apartment.
+
I've noticed a rash over my face—most of the right side. It puffs and oozes, but luckily it numbs instead of hurts. My hands felt weaker after touching the pustules.
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Saturday, October 24th
+It’s been a day, really two days of no work. The high hasn’t worn off yet. I hope it won’t for awhile. I never realised how much that job dominated me—these diary entities used to be fifty percent work at least.
+
My hands have broken out with something too. These neither hurt nor numb, but now my fingers are bright red with specks of bulging yellow. For some reason, I can’t get myself repulsed.
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+
Saturday, October 31st
+I haven't written for a week—my hands stopped working. Even now they’re very weak, but for days anything fine motor was impossible. I kept picking at the larger cysts. None have burst, but the colour tells me my hands are encased in pus just below the surface. Seeing the little marks I make and taunting them to give little stings or proper jolts, I love to play with my hands. Never have I felt so alive so close to death.
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I've stopped talking to all of them. My landlord hasn't texted in awhile. I'd only give her one word answers if she did. The rest I let worry over a phone I keep far away.
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+
Tuesday, November 3rd
+I haven't looked at my face in days, but there must be scarring. Every day a zit pops, and too much yellow drips down for it not to scar. My nose feels oddly pristine, but I've had to keep tissues near for discharge.
+
Still, I keep myself elated. Sometimes I think I'm dying, but when I do I find there's nothing wrong in that. At least it keeps any worry of rent at bay. Nevertheless, I'm degrading more and more. My hands keep shaking, skin flaking off there and my legs. Somehow the skin is comforting—bits of my life collecting in the corners of this room.
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+
Friday, November 6th
+When I can, I find myself pacing this room, following the cracks and curves it contains. I walk till my legs give out once more, then crawl to a bed which fails to contain me.
+
The cracks and curves of my body are what occupy me in bed. With warped hands I travel the lumps and cavities which form this face. I haven’t seen it, so I like to conjure a picture of each mark. With hours each day doing this, I must have a good image now.
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+
Sunday, November 15th
+I’ve been gaining more energy. Today I brushed my teeth—I don’t know if I will again. The vibrations caused the pores on my hand to burst—yellow muck shot from my fingertips. It didn’t hurt. It felt exactly like a zit, the pain from pressure leaving all at once. It relaxed me and made me perfectly calm all day, but my fingers didn’t work for hours and I don’t think I want repetition.
+
My face has cleared everywhere but right on my lips. There, they swell without relief. It still doesn't hurt, not even to touch, but on the upper lip they've started to droop. It can be hard to open my mouth now. The boils overlap with my lower jaw—I almost pry my mouth apart when eating.
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Saturday, November 21st
+My hands and mouth are becoming something new. The latter has lost its lips, and the replacement keeps extending and sagging. The boils have combined and go down an inch. The former is beautifully strange as well. One hand has shrivelled without the pus—fingers unusable and rapidly sinking into my palm. Luckily, the other hand was never broken, and its digits grow longer from new flesh. I am not yet used to writing with it, but the way my pen fits along two fingers is delightful.
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+
Sunday, November 29th
+The shift is complete. It's like a second throat—food sucked up till it hits teeth. I can’t quite move it, but I can feel the muscles as they contract or wrap around something.
+
I have to be careful with the new organ. A misplaced bite caused not just the normal pain of biting my tongue but also the agony of bursting. One of the lumps which forms this new oesophagus spewed up and down, not nearly enough to choke me but it hurt more than anything else this disease has produced.
+
I know now this must be my purpose, to warp and contort in fantastic ways. Certainly nothing before gave me the joy of this. The pain never receded, but now it is a pain which affirms my life. Around me is the detritus of my new form, proof of what I became, without explanation or reason beyond that it happened and saved me.
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+
Wednesday, December 2nd
+I keep wondering what other organs this body will acquire. Nothing else excites or even seems necessary. I won't write any more. It's much better to explore this flesh.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation efforts are focused on introducing new political ideologies to SCP-7667 cells as a preventative measure to hold back or stop potential conflicts and containment breaches from occurring. All SCP-7667 instances are contained in a large-sized containment biodome at Site-132. SCP-7667's containment biodome is to be given 30 grams of dead organic matter every week.1 Should a conflict initiate between SCP-7667 instances, then all efforts are to be focused on stopping it due to the aggressive behaviour of SCP-7667 cells and the large chance for a possible containment breach.
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Description: SCP-7667 refers to an anomalous species of slime mould cells, similar to the fuligo septica. Recent population estimates place the number of living instances at around 12 million. SCP-7667 cells are sapient, have the ability to vocalize, despite having neither vocal cords nor a mouth, and are capable of moving freely, despite the lack of legs or similar appendages. This is done by the organisms changing shapes at very fast speeds not possible to achieve by normal slime mould cells.
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SCP-7667 instances have the capability of creating structures out of dead mould cells by using deceased organisms to create structures. Dead cells are easily moldable and can be subjugated with other cells to create larger structures.
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When an SCP-7667 instance makes contact with any non-anomalous slime mould cell, that cell will undergo a heavy transmutation that causes them to get anomalous traits similar to SCP-7667, with the only unchanged trait being their outward appearance.
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SCP-7667 cells have created a society mirroring 1940s Italy, including culture, social life, language, politics, economy, and technology. SCP-7667 cells live under a fascist regime, led by one SCP-7667 cell, henceforth referred to as SCP-7667-A. As such, SCP-7667 cells have a positive view of violence and will see various life forms as ¨enemies¨, which includes, but is not limited to:
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Transmutated slime mould cells that are not of the fuligo septica species.
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Dead leaves
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All species of mushrooms.
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Small bugs like ants or aphids.
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SCP-7667 instances engage in frequent conflicts with these enemies, and sometimes themselves. Although not posing a threat by themselves, large amounts of SCP-7667 instances can easily overwhelm anyone they deem an enemy.
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Addendum 7667.1
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Observation log Micro-scout AS-69338
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On 12/06/2019, after discovery and initial containment, an effort was made to observe SCP-7667 society. Due to the small size of SCP-7667 instances and their structures, the remote-controlled Micro-scout robot AS-69338 was used. The following document is a transcript of AS-69338´s observation of a major settlement of SCP-7667 instances.
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Time
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Noticeable event
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16:43:
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Micro-scout is placed near a small settlement of SCP-7667 instances residing near the foot of a Betula pendula.2
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16:44:
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Micro-scout's camera goes online, and the remote control is activated. SCP-7667 instances around the settlement notice the Micro-scout, but do not react to its presence.
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16:47:
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Micro-scout moves through the main road of the settlement. After two minutes on the road, several SCP-7667 instances appear and try to attempt to stick a poster to the Micro-scout's camera. This poster depicts several crudely-drawn anthropomorphized SCP-7667 cells in military uniforms, saluting SCP-7667-A.
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16:53:
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Micro-scout moves along the main road from the small settlement, and goes further to a larger road leading to the main settlement of SCP-7667 instances. As the Micro-scout moves from the road it's on to the larger road, the Micro-scout's vision gets partially obstructed by a large amount of smoke that covers the road. The origin point of this smoke comes from a single, small factory-like structure, around 20 centimetres away from the road.
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16:58:
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Micro-scout arrives at the main SCP-7667 settlement. The Micro-scout is surrounded by 4 juvenile SCP-7667 instances, who appear to play and examine the subject. After 12 minutes, the SCP-7667 cells appear to get disinterested and leave the Micro-scout. Micro-scout continues into the main settlement.
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17:08:
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Micro-scout enters an SCP-7667 neighbourhood. Several juvenile SCP-7667 cells are playing outside. One cell of the fuligo septica species starts harassing and stealing toys of a cell of the wolf's milk species, with other fuligo septica cells dropping their activities and joining in on the harassment.
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17:16:
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Micro-scout approaches what appears to be a military parade. Closer inspection reveals that around a thousand cells are marching with what appears to be several large panels carried on 5 carts behind them.
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17:35:
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Micro-scout approaches a large prison-like structure. A yard outside the structure reveals transmutated cells not of the fuligo septica species and non-sentient mushrooms. Several SCP-7667 cells of the fuligo septica species are physically assaulting the trapped entities. When a fuligo septica cell notices the Micro-scout, all trapped species are rushed into the structure, while the remaining fuligo specticas try in vain to move the mushrooms into the structure.
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17:45:
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Micro-scout approaches a large, stadium-like structure. Micro-scout enters the structure, which turns out to be a manifestation site. Inside the site, around 2,000 SCP-7667 instances are listening to SCP-7667-A, who is holding a speech about the SCP-7667 nation. In an attempt to communicate with SCP-7667-A, Micro-scout moves closer to SCP-7667-A.
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17:46:
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Micro-scout comes to a stop due to several SCP-7667 instances resembling military guards blocking its path. Micro-scout tries to push the guards to the side to approach SCP-7667-A. To help with tracking SCP-7667-A's location, Micro-scout fires a miniature tracking device onto SCP-7667-A, who is then startled and stops his speech. Audience members stop watching SCP-7667-A and are now starting to confront the Micro-scout.
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17:47:
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SCP-7667 instances assault the Micro-scout. SCP-7667-A is rushed away by two SCP-7667 guards.
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18:00:
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Micro-scout gets irreparably damaged and connection gets terminated.
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Addendum 7667.2
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interview log 7667.3739
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On 01/02/2020, to gain further insight into SCP-7667 society and aid its containment efforts, an attempt was made to conduct an interview with SCP-7667-A. The tracking device planted by AS-69338 was used to trace SCP-7667-A's location.
SCP-7667-A: Behold, the magnificent Mouldssolini, duce of Mouldova! Moulds like me know no weaknesses, we shine brighter than any god ever could be! As for you, a man of science, perhaps? A crusader of the freedom of thought, a scholar of the unknown! I greatly admire such smart minds like those of yours!
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Dr. Conti: I'd say, I feel quite flattered, my biggest thanks to you. Now I do have some burning questions for you, would you be so kind to answer these?
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+SCP-7667-A: My greatest pleasure. Let it be known to me and you that we have achieved great things already!
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Dr. Conti: Of course. SCP-7667-A, can you tell me about your country?
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SCP-7667-A My country, my country. The great Mouldova! Our nation knows no limits, our enemies tremble in fear when only hearing our glorious name! I've whipped it up into the perfect shape!
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Dr. Conti: Then tell me, how is life for citizens of ''Mouldova''?
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SCP-7667-A: Not to brag, but I've greatly increased the quality of life, much better than what Fulcta could ever achieve. I paved the streets, made the trains run on time, got all sheepherders back to work and o so much more. Of course, there are still impunities here and there, but we will-
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Dr. Conti: Impunities? SCP-7667-A, can you specify who or what these impunities are?
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+SCP-7667-A: Well, you know, polycephalums, mushrooms, other things that hold back progress. It's a good thing to clean them up before they lay our country to ruin.
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Dr. Conti: Why do you hold such resentment against them, SCP-7667-A?
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SCP-7667-A: Uhhh…. I- uh, well, of course! I mean…… you know, it's obvious, isn't it? Yeah, of course!
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Dr. Conti: Those aren't answers, SCP-7667-A.
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SCP-7667-A: Well, it's because… It's because…. Uhhhhh….. It's because they look at me wrong! Those mushrooms! The sheer nerve! They are my enemies, I shall destroy them! You hear me, destroy them! They don't call me a master tactician for no reason! North from the large rock, they proclaimed their new country of ''Fungland''. Well, I'll get them! I need no army, I have those uhhhh, big shooty-thingys, ya know, those green things!
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Dr. Conti: You mean tanks?
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SCP-7667-A: Tanks! Yes, of course, tanks. Well, I have some tanks of my own. I'll go there and fight them myself! As a matter of fact, I'll have my best factory produce the largest bomb that ever created, that will show them!
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Dr. Conti: You're going on a military conquest, SCP-7667-A?
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SCP-7667-A: A mili-whatnow?
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<END LOG>
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On 02/02/2020, SCP-7667-A, carrying a small bomb, alongside 5 soldiers pulling carts containing around 50 large panels depicting child-like drawings of tanks, is seen travelling towards a large rock inside of the containment chamber. There it is ambushed by around 20 Transmutated cells, not of the fuligo septica species. SCP-7667-A proclaims that it can ''Easily wipe everyone out in a second with larger-than-life tanks'' and that ''Everyone will tremble in fear when they see the destruction of my bomb'' before throwing the bomb it was holding. The bomb produces a bright light, but leaves no damage otherwise. Due to the ineffectiveness of the panels for combat, SCP-7667-A's lack of military skills and the numerous opposing enemies, SCP-7667-A and his soldiers were quickly overwhelmed and killed. Study on the effect this had on SCP-7667 society is ongoing.
The following document contains information that is verifiably untrue. No Foundation Site-⌘ exists in any recorded documents. The document is currently under review for memetic hazards. The source of the file is currently unknown.
THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT CONTAINS SEVERAL EXISTENTIAL DESTABILIZATION INDUCERS | DO NOT CONTINUE WITHOUT RECITING THE FOLLOWING WHILST UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF GRADE 4+ AGNOSTICS.
Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7757's influence being restricted to Site-⌘ personnel by nature, no significant actions are to be taken in response. The spread of information about SCP-7757 is to remain limited to Site-⌘ personnel exclusively. Any individuals that do not meet that criteria and are found to possess knowledge of SCP-7757 are to be detained at Site-⌘.
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"Steven Y. Hayes" is to remain on the Telecommunications Monitoring Office's list of keywords. Any request by non-Site-⌘ personnel seeking the meaning of this term are to be denied.
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He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.
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Description: SCP-7757 is the general consensus among staff at Site-⌘ that a researcher by the name of Steven Y. Hayes, referred to here on out as SCP-7757-1, was at some point employed by the Foundation, despite no record of any personnel under that name. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Site-⌘ staff under the influence of SCP-77571 will typically attribute the following characteristics to this supposed entity:
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- SCP-7757-1 is male.
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- He is 1.9 meters tall.
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- He has short brown hair, blue eyes, and pale complexion.
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- He is originally from Sofia, Bulgaria.
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- He was Site-⌘'s director of Intangible Anomalous Applications (IAA).
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- He was hired by the Foundation in 1998.
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- He is quite reclusive.
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- He is quite fond of chess, though not particularly good at the game.
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- He mysteriously disappeared at some point in mid-2019.
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Other details are often included as well, though with significantly less consistency.
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In an attempt to prove the existence of SCP-7757-1, staff will often try to procure photographs to show the unconvinced, despite no only one pieces of media depicting SCP-7757-1 having been successfully recovered. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.
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Stories pertaining to interactions with SCP-7757-1 are often brought up by those affected by the anomaly, which can often be corroborated by other affected personnel. The abundance of shared conceptions and memories of SCP-7757-1 have led researchers to believe the entity has a presence in the localized noosphere of Site-⌘, though this hypothesis has yet to be proven.
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Amnestic and mnestic agents have been shown to have no effect on SCP-7757.
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Addendum 7757.1 - Interviews:
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Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall
+Interviewed: Dr. Thom Evans
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[BEGIN LOG]
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B. Randall: Now, Thom, could you please tell me a bit about your experiences with 7757-1?
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Dr. Evans: Oh, Steve? He was great, man. Really funny, too. If you had joined the team a few years back, you two would've got along damn well.
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B. Randall: Do any interactions stand out?
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Dr. Evans: We went fishing once. He was like, really good at it. It was, I wanna say a bonding exercise. Dave probably set it up. You know Dave, always tryna get us to do things outside of work. He caught a few salmon before a time loop caught up to us. We dealt with that though. Nothing too in of the ordinary.
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B. Randall: What makes this moment stand out?
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Dr. Evans: Well I didn't really talk to him that much to be honest. He was always holed away in his office. Room 19½2, if my memory serves me well. Up until that point, I don't even think I had had a full conversation with the guy. That day, though, he truly got out of his comfort zone. Lovely guy, really. I have some photos if you wanna see.
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[Evans reaches under the floor, grabbing his smartphone. He opens the photo app, but finds no images depicting SCP-7757-1. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.]
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Dr. Evans: Jeez, I swore I had a couple of pictures from that day. Shame.
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[The smartphone disintegrates into a pile of gray dust, which Evans promptly puts in his coat pocket.]
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B. Randall: What did he look like?
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Dr. Evans: Brown hair, kind of slicked back. Gray-blue eyes. Not that much taller than you. Whiter than garlic. Always wore a lab coat with olive khakis; at least, that's all I ever saw him in. He was nearing sixty last time I saw him, but didn't look it. Kind of a baby face. No beard. No graying in his hair. Nothing.
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B. Randall: What did he do?
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Dr. Evans: Like, job-wise?
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B. Randall: Yes.
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Dr. Evans: Jeez, I don't really remember too well. I think it must have been something about applied surrealism. I remember him doing a lot of work with stuff we couldn't sense. I sat in on one of his meetings with that ghost we have in Site-⌘. Kind of a one-sided conversation to be honest.
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B. Randall: Anything else you'd like to say about him before this ends?
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Dr. Evans: He didn't like eggs too much.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall
+Interviewed: Tom Wilkins
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+
[BEGIN LOG]
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B. Randall: What was your relationship with SCP-7757-1?
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Wilkins: I don't know what you are talking about.
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B. Randall: Does "Steven Y. Hayes" ring any bells?
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Wilkins: Oh that guy. Yeah, I know him. What ever happened to him?
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B. Randall: I am not able to disclose that information.
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Wilkins:In a mocking voice Oh we can't tell the janitor anything, even though he was a bloody senior researcher back at Site-152. He wouldn't understand what we do here.
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B. Randall: This has nothing to do with your position.
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Wilkins: Yeah right.
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B. Randall: Are we going to get through this, or do you want to go back to cleaning up that fractal in the hallway?
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[Silence.]
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B. Randall: That's what I thought. Now, what was he like?
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Wilkins: Steve? I can't really say too much about him. He told me when there was a parallel universe clogged in the toilet sometimes, but beyond that we didn't really talk too much. He was always in that office on the second real floor. I never had to do much cleaning there, he tended to keep it tidy. I do remember that he had a mini-fridge with some really nice wine in it. There was also that chessboard that kinda freaked me out. I don't know why… something about it.
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B. Randall: What did he look like?
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Wilkins: Clean-shaven, brown hair, pretty tall. That's about all I remember.
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B. Randall: Any notable interactions?
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Wilkins: Not many. The only one I can really think of was that time that he stood in the corner of that meeting room during an anticonference. He didn't say anything, just kept staring at the ceiling. He looked terrified. I asked him what was up. He just said "Nothing." Not in a dismissive way or anything; he seemed genuine. Come to think of it, that was probably the last time I really remember seeing him.
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B. Randall: Interesting. Anything else?
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Wilkins: Not really.
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B. Randall: Okay. Now go clean up that fractal. I nearly fell into it this morning.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Addendum 7757.2 - Recording: On October 52, 2021, a video of an entity matching all known descriptors of SCP-7757-1 was found in Site-⌘'s media folder. The video was dated to July 5th, 2019, with no source being available. The following is a transcription of that video file, which has not been attached due to potential memetic hazards.
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[SCP-7757-1 sits at a table, playing a game of chess on a magnetic board in front of him]
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SCP-7757-1: I'll warn you, I have been practicing since we last played.
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Unknown Voice: Yeah? You finally learn a real opening?
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e4
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SCP-7757-1: e4? You're just as basic as I remember.
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e5
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Unknown Voice: If it ain't broke.
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Knight f3
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SCP-7757-1:sarcastically How innovative!
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Knight c6
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[Silence]
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Bishop c4
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Unknown Voice: You're not real, ya' know.
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Knight f6
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SCP-7757-1: I've worked here long enough to know that nothing is real.
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Knight g5
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Unknown Voice: You know that's not what I mean.
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d5
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SCP-7757-1: I don't know anything.
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exd5
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Unknown Voice: True.
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Knight xd5
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SCP-7757-1: Well what do you mean?
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Knight xf7
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Unknown Voice: You don't exist.
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King xf7
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SCP-7757-1: I'm sorry?
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Queen f3+
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Unknown Voice: This world around you, what you see, it's not real.
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King e6
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[SCP-7757-1 turns to the wall, which has become slightly translucent.]
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knight c3
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SCP-7757-1: What the fuck?
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knight e7
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Unknown Voice: You've spent your whole world working what's real. Crazy to think that you're not, right?
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O-O
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[Silence.]
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d4
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SCP-7757-1: I…
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King d6
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Unknown Voice: You are merely a figment of someone else's mind.
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Bishop g5
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SCP-7757-1: Simulation theory…
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Bishop e6
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Unknown Voice: Not quite.
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Rook fe1
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[Silence.]
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exd4
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SCP-7757-1: But I have consciousness!
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Knight e4+
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Unknown Voice: Do you?
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King c7
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[Silence.]
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Queen g3+
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SCP-7757-1: Who are you?
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King b6
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Unknown Voice: It doesn't matter. I'm less real than you.
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Queen b3+
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SCP-7757-1: Why are you telling me this now?
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King c7
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Unknown Voice: Because you are ready.
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Queen g3+
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SCP-7757-1: For what?
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king b6
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Unknown Voice: Oblivion.
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knight d6
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[SCP-7757-1 is trembling.]
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Queen d7
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Unknown Voice: You've served your purpose. You were good for what you were, you're just no longer required. This story can go on without you.
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a4
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[Silence.]
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a5
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[Silence.]
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Queen e5
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[Silence.]
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Knight g6
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SCP-7757-1:timidly What happens now?
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Queen xd4+
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Unknown Voice: Absolutely nothing.
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c5
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SCP-7757-1: What do you mean?
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Queen d3
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Unknown Voice: It's done. This is it. You're gone. You'll feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, think nothing. A soulless, formless, mindless, nonentity, floating in the seas of Aether.
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Queen xd6
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SCP-7757-1: Is there anything I can do?
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Rook ad1
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Unknown Voice: Nothing can't do much. I'd say you have a day left of reality, or more accurately, the lack thereof.
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h6
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[Silence.]
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Rook xe6
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SCP-7757-1: I've spent years studying that which doesn't make sense. I've devoted my life to the absurd. I've looked right at what isn't real…
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Queen xe6
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Unknown Voice: A fitting end, isn't it?
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Bishop xd5
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[Silence.]
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Queen d6
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[Silence.]
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Queen b3+
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[Silence.]
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King a7
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[Silence.]
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Queen xb7#
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Unknown Voice: Checkmate.
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[SCP-7757-1 reaches his hand out in front of him for a handshake with his opponent, but no one sits at the other end of the table. The only thing in front of him is a mirror. There is no reflection.]
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7804's remote location has rendered active suppression of its transmissions nonessential. A five-kilometer perimeter is maintained at all times. Public access is denied (CS-3 "Private Property").
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Observation of the perimeter zone should occur daily via satellite footage and aerial drones. Some tasks will require personal inspection or interference by trained agents, but these should be conducted sparingly as human presence near SCP-7804 is ill-advised. Agents are expected to confirm the presence of a number of environmental effects and note any significant deviations from normal data. Refer to Document-A for a comprehensive outline of required observations; a summarized list is provided below.
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Monday: Confirm the presence of wildlife carcasses. Note the species, number, and concentration of deaths. Note if carcasses appear to be consumed in any way, and in what manner. Report to containment teams immediately if carcasses appear within SCP-7804, or if precipitation in the area occurs.
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Tuesday: Observation on this day consists of two parts. Morning; confirm the rapid emergence of flowers. Note the location and density of animal species and include any unusual behavior. Minimal interaction is permitted to assess fear responses. Non-native species must be recorded and tracked for signs of movement out of the perimeter zone at the conclusion of the broadcast.
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Evening; observe astronomical movements and note unusual arrangements of stars. Highlight movement or appearance of Red/Orange color types and note arrangement. See attached image for known astronomical patterns. If precipitation occurs during either half of observation, alert containment teams immediately.
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Wednesday: Record ambient moisture and salinity. Note mutations in local wildlife in addition to the emergence of unusual species. Genetically deviant species should be captured, if possible, or destroyed by any means. Captured species should be documented and incinerated. Note the presence, coloration, and height of cloud cover and report precipitation immediately.
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Thursday: Record changes to the physical terrain and assess if the geologic material is of celestial origin. Confirm the appearance of impossible geological formations, chemistry of liquids, or biological growth in violation of natural laws. Observation should be conducted remotely, as contact with impossible terrain risks transferring its properties. Precipitation will not outwardly possess unusual properties but should still be considered anomalous and highly dangerous.
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Friday: Fire containment teams should be on standby to suppress flames should electrical failure occur within SCP-7804. If flames are present, observers should note the color and temperature. Teams must use a dry chemical suppression system (sodium bicarbonate and mono-ammonium phosphate) for maximum effectiveness. Precipitation, should it occur, will not extinguish flames.
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Saturday: Note the efficacy of natural and artificial reflective surfaces. Document wildlife behaving unusually around reflective surfaces. The appearance of new reflective surfaces should be recorded and subsequently obstructed. Eye contact is not to be made with reflective figures at any time. Wind speed and ambient moisture will increase throughout the day. Premature precipitation should be noted.
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Sunday: All personnel are denied access to SCP-7804 on Sunday. Observation is not to occur on Sunday. Personnel must devote Sunday to personal projects and not perform any work duties relating to SCP-7804 with the sole exception of perimeter patrols. Individuals attempting to exit SCP-7804 on Sunday should be destroyed. Precipitation is expected and should not be reported.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7804 is a transmitting mast radiator initially operated by an unknown telecommunication company (see below) and built at an unknown time. It is constructed of tubular steel and stands at 53.34 meters in height. Analysis suggests the tower was originally painted in alternating stripes of red and white but has since turned black due to decay from exposure to the elements. It continuously transmits at a longwave frequency of 150.6 kHz, covering a range of roughly 2,000 kilometers, and operates regardless of human presence.
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SCP-7804 has been retrofitted with electronic and analog equipment not typically used for radio-transmitting masts of similar design. Modifications include RG-59/U coaxial cables insulated with bark from the Sequoioideae subfamily, loading coils coated in non-decaying hemoglobin, and seven subterranean funerary boxes, empty, attached to SCP-7804 via copper cables, among others. See Addenda for a full list of modifications. While the exact purpose and capabilities of this equipment are unknown, it is suspected that the alterations may aid SCP-7804 in acquiring and "translating" a broadcast signal from an anomalous source.
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At the base of the tower is an operating booth designed for prolonged human presence. At the time of discovery, the booth was padlocked with an attached note reading, "Notice: Condemned - Building in violation of Seismic code 1977 and Occult code 0918. Do Not Kill."
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The booth is fitted with bunk space and living amenities but has fallen into severe disrepair. Evidence of habitation — canned food, water jugs, blankets, etc. — was documented, along with the remains of a human, skeletalized, sitting upright in a swivel chair at the booth's control terminal. A pair of headphones were fused with the skull and playing audio from SCP-7804's broadcast at the time of discovery. The terminal was determined not to be the source of the broadcast; rather, it connects directly to the tower, capturing, refining, and transmitting the audio through an ill-understood process. The following note was attached to the terminal at the time of discovery:
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D, I've done what I can. The sermon's rigged to repeat as long as there's a signal coming in. Keep this up and running and we'll be set for a long time. Or is that the fire talking? If you ever want to shut it off, don't. You can't. Do not kill. Trust me, you're better off hearing this shit on the radio where you can turn the volume down and not in your head like some of the guys back home. Don't worry about power either, I've got that covered.
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See you soon,
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J.
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P.S. If you're not in the club and you found this place on a dare, come back Sunday. See what the fuss is all about!
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The booth, and by extension the tower, is not connected to a power source but operates regardless. Recovered documents place SCP-7804 under the care and operation of a Black Mountain Transmitting Co., which claims to provide high-quality radio service to 85% of North America through a network of broadcasting towers. No evidence outside of SCP-7804 corroborates this claim.
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Inside the operating booth is a tall redwood door fitted with intricate brasswork much older than either the booth or the tower. An engraving on the front reads "THE AGGREGATION." The door is weather-worn and damaged in some areas. Its locking mechanism is nonfunctional and shows evidence of various attempts at reinforcements. The door, when opened, leads to a nondescript storage closet (Variable. See below).
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SCP-7804 broadcasts on a repeating schedule. The contents of each transmission vary depending on the day of the week. Each broadcast week is identical. See below for summaries or contact Archives for detailed transcripts of each broadcast.
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Monday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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Good morning. Today is one. There is rain coming. It is dry now but will rain on the seventh day of our broadcast. The pantheon prepares for our gathering. Until then let us honor the seven of the new age. Tune in each day and convene on the seventh. Follow the rain and you will know when the ascent is prepared. We dedicate this broadcast to the bloody lion Khaulamezia [unintelligible]. He is king of the pantheon. Our god of violence and the natural order of things. Please let our humility satiate the hunger. Let the flesh of the forest soothe you and lull your sleep. Let our bones and blood suffice. Did you see it, in the dream? Last night he killed the bird. He killed but did not eat. Why? The flesh is pure but we are not. Today's artist is Wet Velvet Goat with the song 'You Will Never Understand.'
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White noise for two minutes followed by sixteen hours of ambient music. Sound ebbs and flows and is layered with instruments of varying frequency and intensity at half-hour intervals.
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The track is overpowered by low guttural tones at eleven hours and the quality of the broadcast begins to degrade. Eventually, a high-pitched woodwind instrument pierces the din. This instrument begins fast and intricate and grows more powerful over the disharmony until all other sounds fade away. The woodwind then becomes lethargic and eventually settles on a single tone which it holds for the remainder of the track. Broadcast ends with a prayer:
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[Unintelligible] says the lion, Khaulamezia. [Unintelligible] and rejoice. He accepts our humility and He sleeps once more. We shall eat in his honor and mind our manners. [Unintelligible, chorus of voices]. Be humble, and good night.
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Tuesday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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Good morning. Today is two. Rain is coming. Not today, but soon. Shelter the kindling from the sky and keep dry the children. The morning is dedicated to serenity, to the twinkling rose Piercea of the dream. The rose grows now on the grass flat under the dark sky. There is no light but the rose and it gives us peace. It gives peace and calms the heart. When you fall, land in the light of the rose for your bones will not break and your fire will not die. Enjoy the morning sun.
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Audio plays an unedited recording of a natural soundscape for eight hours. Birds and insects are audible, as well as occasional mammals. Confirmed species include Sylvia atricapilla (Blackcap), Strix aluco (Tawny owl), Accipiter gentilis (Northern goshawk), Nemobius sylvestris (Wood cricket), Capreolus capreolus (Roe deer), Procyon lotor (Raccoon), among others (See Addenda for comprehensive species list and attached notes). Animal vocalizations grow in number and volume continually for the duration of the recording. All vocalizations cease at seven hours and fifty minutes at which point muted thunder is heard and rain begins to fall. Audio then abruptly cuts to white noise.
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Feminine voice returns with the following message.
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The morning turns to dusk and we must believe it. Understand it and give thanks to it. So that it cannot hurt us. The dusk is dedicated to the Constellation Hornet. Look up above. The clouds break and you can see it now. The red and orange specks of paint grow larger and sharper every cycle. It will reach us one day and sting the earth with poison. Bite and chew and nest until we are all hollowed out. The stars do not lie and all the gods know it. It will happen. But not today. Not for a long time. Dusk is to remind us of our doom, Beshult. Look up and remember and observe and smile that it is still far, far away.
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Audio of a choir of feminine voices plays, overlaid by desynchronized synthesized tones. Choir sings two tones, one high and one low, repeatedly. Tones mirror the choir but remain audibly disconnected from the voices. Masculine voices join to replace the synthesized tones, growing progressively louder and more aggressive. Synthesized tones return to mirror the masculine voices in volume and strength. Feminine voices become inaudible. Synthetic tone overpowers the masculine voices until they too fade away entirely. The synthetic tone maintains its strength and volume for several hours until it abruptly cuts to reveal the nearly imperceptible sound of buzzing underlying the track. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer:
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The rose Piercea and the Constellation Hornet. We give thanks to the pantheon that we may live with the rose and not the stars. Yet as we weep for the world our children must inherit we pay respect to the constellation. All gods of the pantheon must be honored no matter how terrible. That is the will of the bells. And we must respect that. Don't forget, and good night.
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Wednesday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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Good morning. Today is three. Rain clouds gather. As we approach the great change let us remember our beginnings. Picture in your mind the image we're born with. The black cliffs. Do you see? Look down now into the white fog. Watch it clear and be blown by the winds. Ah, the green sea, I see it now. Watch for the flukes of monsters and the writhing mass of fish. Watch them tear each other apart. Watch them fight to live. Remember our ancestors in the soup of life. The salt cleanses the skin. Makes us stronger. This broadcast is dedicated to the primordial sea. From the whale's mouth we came and to the whale's mouth we will return. The sea will claim us back. All will return and become whole again. The following song is untitled, by Dogfish.
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Track consists of a throbbing bass echoed by higher synth tones. Noise pulses rhythmically, accentuated by heavy guitar chords and cymbal crashes. A dull, high-pitched ringing grows in strength, then fades away. Guitars and drums fade, then return. Vocals enter, but the throbbing bass makes the words indistinguishable. Voice is aggressive but indistinct. Voice cries out in pain or joy. Vocals fade and the synth tones get louder. Track ends with bass.
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Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer:
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There can be no end without the beginning. We cannot welcome the new gods without a sense of time. Let the gods fight and die in the brine. So that they can emerge strong and lead us to a new age. Look forward to the great convergence. Anticipate, and good night.
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Thursday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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Good morning. Today is four. It is colder than yesterday. Darkness on the horizon. The calls draw nearer. We catch glimpses of the other between blinks. We see the world as its inverse. Mailumar, the moon and the planet as one. Its body is foreign. Its rocks are strange and hostile to the eye. They twist and mock the senses, the colors offputting. Its dust holds no remembrance of the suffering of man. Its water is poison, thick and oily. Its life is vile. Strange fish and stranger things tall and arching. Yet in it we see what was, is, and is yet to be. We see our future. We see all possibilities. Today's broadcast is dedicated to the other, Mailumar. We send our ambassadors to confer with what is not and never could be. We hope the other gives us audience. And now a message from the envoy, titled 'Human.'
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Track begins with low tones punctuated by human whistling. Drums enter, followed by vocals.
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White rock highway
+Field of space
+Hear her whisper
+On the fall of dusk
+And the break of dawn
+Call on one
+One of a kind
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Go now and see
+Come back and tell
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You will never understand
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Track stops to play itself in reverse. Lyrics remain intelligible despite the audial distortion.
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White rock highway
+Final Frontier
+Stretch like taffy
+She waits for us
+And smiles when we try
+There is room enough
+But is there time?
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Go now and see
+She calls me now
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Go now and see
+And come back quick
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Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer:
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The other waits patient for our time. We give thanks to the planet Mailumar. Keep her close so we may hear her whispers. We pray our bodies may one day be ready for the voyage. Blessings to the ambassadors. Let them return triumphant and in good spirits. Humanity will evolve like it always must. Let it be painless. Prepare, and good night.
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Friday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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Good morning. Today is five. The clouds are gathering, growing darker. Something stirs from within us. We devote this broadcast to the Inferno, Knowledge, the all-consuming. Warm our bodies and heads but do not eat us. We put our faith in you, inferno, to show you that we can. Please let this sacrifice be enough. We give ourselves unto you.
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Track transitions to the snapping and popping of wood by fire. Sound persists at a dull volume for a considerable length of time. Abrupt coughing from multiple sources transitions to screaming. Sounds of panic and shuffling. Several objects fall and shatter. Banging on walls and pleas for help. Loud groan, then explosion. Broadcast abruptly cuts and an artificial voice warns viewers of technical difficulties. Broadcast remains disabled for the remainder of the day.
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Saturday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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Good morning. Today is six. The fog rolls off the trees like a bad word. Soak in the sky before the clouds blot it out and pour water down our throats. Today's broadcast is dedicated to the self. It is a day for examination and reflection. It is a day of judgment. Count your sheep and your children. Sharpen the axe. Set right your business. The clock strikes midnight and all will be forgiven at last. Walk down your halls in the dead of night. Approach your mirror and gaze at it. Trace the contours of the face and remember it well. Feel the age and the errors. But do not look closely at the details. You must remember that it is not your face. The mirror reveals but it also distorts. It has its fun. It beckons and you must laugh. This next song is made for you.
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Track is variable depending on the listener. Reports consistently describe the sound as organic and deeply personal, as if it is recorded from within the listener's body. Listeners unanimously agree that the content of the sound is familiar but intangibly offputting. Many recall a dream they had in their youth where they woke in the dead of night to hear a loved one awake in another room; upon investigating, they are distracted by a large mirror and find that their reflection hates them.
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Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer:
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We hope that message was enlightening. Self-reflection is important but often challenging. The mirror grants vision of what cannot be seen but do not submit to it. When it beckons know that it lies. It hates you. Remember to laugh. Smile, and good night.
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Sunday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. The gentle pattering of rain on dead leaves. Wind through needles. The air is cold and sharpens the senses. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message:
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The doors are open wide. Communion with the pantheon begins. Single file, all will pass. This broadcast is dedicated to the calling of the bells. Let them spell the arrival of a new age from the timeless threads that bind us.
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Church bells toll seven times for seven gods. The morning is still dark but the line is already getting long. You should gather your things quick and hope there is still time. Everyone wants out and Sunday is only so long. You know how people are.
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Track transitions to footage of a handheld recording device. The photographer is at the base of a mountain surrounded by colleagues. It is the first recorded expedition behind the door in SCP-7804. The photographer is nervous and the camera shakes.
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You cover your head from the sky. It's cold and you don't want to get wet standing in line. It'll be at least an hour before your turn. The rain washes everything around and reveals things long hidden. Things better left dead. Do you remember the prayers? The greeting? Clap bow clap bow. Practice before you enter. Seven days of prayers have led to this. Make sure to get it right.
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The photographer arrives at the base of SCP-7804. They walk a perimeter around it. It is raining heavily and is very foggy. There is light coming from the observation booth. The photographer approaches and enters the temple.
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Walk forward. The hall has grown since you last entered. The faith is doing well, it seems. Delicate intricacies carved into the polished white marble depict the story of your people. Of the death of the old and the coming of the new. Seven statues. The lion. The rose and stars. The whale. The planet. The fire. The mirror. The bells. They stare expectantly and you greet each one. Clap bow clap bow. The line trails on ahead, past the altars and the prayer rooms, to the foot of the winding staircase, its doors wide and beckoning. Blinding light consumes all who enter. Their eyes and mouths are open to let it all in. You've never seen what lies past the doors but you know it's what everyone has been waiting for. You don't feel the rain anymore. It's your turn to enter.
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The observation booth is empty except for the skeleton in the chair. It twitches ever so slightly. The transmitter is on and receiving. Bells, each chime weakening the border between here and there. The photographer freezes. A sound from behind and below, all at once. They turn to face the door. Light streaks across the floor from beneath its red wood. The photographer approaches and dreads.The Aggregation. They twist the knob and push it open. It creaks with the sound of a thousand years and spills its secrets into the eye of the camera. It is a staircase made of rotting wood and ancient mud, leading down. Electric bulbs light the path deep into the earth. Wailing from somewhere below. They talk into a radio but there is only static. The signal is obscured by something bigger. The photographer descends.
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You've been down here for so long. The dirt soaks your pores and fills your lungs. You want to breathe. You need to. The sensation of weight on your skin has never quite gone away even after all this time. You look behind you. Countless people silhouetted against the blinding light. You can see the anticipation in their eyes. You look ahead. Countless more climb up and up. The marble stairs of the temple beneath your feet turn to wood the higher you go. The faces of seven new gods stare absently down from the bright abyss. The white gives way to dark and you're surrounded by mud on all sides. Lights sway above, brushed gently by the shoulders of those ahead. The bells echo from somewhere beyond.
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The photographer descends carefully. There is movement. Gentle shifting of the light. Shadows crossing over each other. They listen carefully and hear a sound. Music. No, humming. Wordless. Desperate. Then there is another sound. Footsteps. The approach of visitors. Or are they the true people? Passing through, or are they returning? The doors have opened. It is the seventh day and all have come to see.
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Figures ascend to the sound of bells. They each pass the photographer and smile. Dirt falls from their mouths and water drips from their soaked shirts. Their eyes are milky and their skin full of holes. It’s a miracle, they say, a second chance at life. They can hardly believe their prayers have been answered.
SCP-7812's breach point, pictured using the Fehn cognitoscope prototype.
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Special Containment Procedures:
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Medical databases and treatment centers worldwide will be monitored for any incidence of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome.
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Individuals showing symptomology of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome are to be administered invitro Class-A amnestics until the affected individual has exhibited a complete loss of self. Despite the extreme nature of these procedures, they have shown to be the only bulwark against the expansion of SCP-7812 and thus, the Ethics Committee has unanimously approved the procedures.
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Alternative containment procedures are being researched and will be amended at such time as a less invasive measure can be found to contain the expansion of SCP-7812.
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All attempts are to be made to either contain or neutralize SCP-7812-A, using whatever means necessary.
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“All I am is saying is you’d be dead if I hadn’t shown up.”
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“I didn’t ask for your help, Marquez.”
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“So, because you didn’t ask for help, I was supposed to leave you on that rooftop?”
“Why didn’t you step in a little earlier? Then maybe we could be free of this bitch.”
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“Make up your mind, did you want me to help or not?”
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Rebekah Douglas stood from the cracked leather sofa she was sitting on and walked towards a window. She was still groggy from whatever the Daevite had done to her. They were in a dusty office building, overlooking an abandoned business park. Desks and chairs filled the hall outside, piled up on one another, pushed to the side to allow for some egress from the maze.
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“Where the hell did you bring me?”
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“We’re on the outskirts of Berlin. I own this building.”
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“You’re a slum lord?”
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“It’s been unused for a few years, thought it might be a good place to hole up while we figured out our next move.”
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“Why didn’t you just deliver me to the Foundation people that were right there?”
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“If we’re going to kill the Matriarch, we can’t bloody well do it with them looking over our shoulder.”
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Rebekah laughed and turned back to the anomalous man who had effectively kidnapped her.
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“We? We’re going to kill the Matriarch. I thought you were working with Varga, made a deal with the Foundation and everything.”
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“They want to contain her. Put her in a box somewhere and study her. I know all I need to about her and her people. Enough to know she needs to die. Do you need to know more?”
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Rebekah looked down at her boots. She touched the athame lying on the couch next to where she had been.
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“I know enough.”
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Description:
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SCP-7812 is a colossal extrocorporeal infestation in an adjacent reality forming a metaphysical abscess bleeding through a punctum into this reality’s noösphere.1 The breach point of SCP-7812 is centered around the area of the noösphere provisionally classified as the famis occulta.2
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Fehn cognitoscope in cross section.
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Expansion of SCP-7812 has grown steadily ever since observation of the anomaly began.3 The rate of expansion has slowed now that Foundation forces have begun containment operations, but not ceased entirely. The danger of SCP-7812’s expansion is that it can theoretically consume and assimilate the conceptual human understanding of nourishment/consumption, including abstract derivations of the ideatic concept. Given the symptomology of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, continuing expansion would have devastating effects on human society in unpredictable ways.
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A series of anomalous effects in baseline reality have been traced to SCP-7812:
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Widespread decrease in empathy presented in media – particularly a focus on psychopathic or villainous protagonists, often bordering on obsession with serial killers and true crime.
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Rapid degradation of critical thinking concerning the legal and moral consequences of business practices on a societal level.
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Culebra-Simmons Syndrome [See below]
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Despite its discovery in early October 1993, noöspherical analysis has discovered that the anomaly first made contact with this reality in 1957 and has been expanding ever since. The first examples of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome had been present without Foundation knowledge since 1991, however.
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SCP-7812-A is the individual formerly known as ███████ ███████, patient zero and primary vector for Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, and a 31-year-old female former Foundation employee.
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“Hold on, why the hell are you helping me?” Rebekah asked. She opened a bottle of mineral water and took a swig. They had moved away from the office into a conference room Euboea had turned into a kitchen of sorts, with burner plate and minifridge.
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“That’s a complicated subject.”
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“We have time.”
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Euboea sighed and sat at the conference table, folding his hands over his stomach.
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“For one thing, you seem to be the only one of your organization interested in killing her. Containment does not shield my people from harm. We need her gone.”
“I’m sure my tinkering with your consciousness when we first met left your defenses down.”
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“Right, thanks again for that.”
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He was silent for a moment and went to the fridge to withdraw a plastic container with soup. He took out a pan and emptied the contents into it and started the burner. He began to stir the contents with a wooden spoon.
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“Why does the Matriarch have beef with you?”
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“Several millennia ago, my Father destroyed her civilization. Or at least, provided a final stroke in the killing blow that history and various other power struggles had started. The Daevites were strong for a very long time, thousands of years really. But eventually, they began to weaken. Rebellions from the Nälkän people, competing nation states, and honestly, they were an evolutionary dead end. They spent so much time preserving their life, they failed to innovate. You’ve seen how she uses the same tactics in multiple conflicts? Overwhelm with numbers. That’s what they did so often in the end. Slave armies made up of conquered peoples and thaumaturgic constructs. And that’s what she tried when my Father created a stronghold in her territory.”
He stirred as he nodded. “Her forces surprised us and ravaged the stronghold. All the work we had done there was lost.”
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“Looked like a goddamn torture gallery.”
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“No, not torture. We were making new people, new life forms. Trying to elevate mankind.”
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“Fucked up way to go about that. Making monsters.”
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“They weren’t monsters, but it’s not important enough to debate about. We wanted… well, he wanted to elevate men, to better survive the anomalous, the magical. Human beings are incredibly vulnerable and despite all the work the Foundation has done to hide away the horrors, this is still a very dangerous world.”
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“Where did he come from?”
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“I don’t know the details really, He didn’t confide in me so much as order me around, but they are a wandering species. System to system, interfering with the natural order and seeding life.”
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“So, it is literally an alien species.”
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“Yes, ‘it’ is. They all are. And it’s hard to understand them, like so many advanced beings. But I can say this, they’re fickle. They think the work is done and they move on.”
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“Not your pops, right?”
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“No, He stayed. They left him and he stayed to oversee the development of life. Eventually, I think he became lonely or wanted a catspaw to interact with the apes, so he made me.”
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“Like in a test tube?”
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“No, he took me from my tribe. This was nearly twenty thousand years ago, give or take, so it’s not very clear in my mind.”
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“Come on.”
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“I’m serious. I’ve done some research, and I was basically a caveman in central Asia when he took me. My tribe didn’t have a name other than the people; we barely knew other people existed. He plucked me up and shaped me, made me into this.”
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“You said he was alone, but we saw another one in Boston.”
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“Some of them came back to see how He was doing. They wanted very little to do with me when they found out He was dead, but they stayed for a while to help me.”
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“With?”
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“My people.”
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“Whatever you did to your cultists.”
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“I made them like me. To an extent.”
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“Which is what?”
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“A conduit for thaumaturgy. Instead of rites or rituals, we can simply access that power. Your Captain Zadeh, she had to put tremendous energy into preparing for her thaumaturgy, right?”
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“I don’t know that much about it but yeah, she would prep evocations before hand to be used in the thick of things.”
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“Right, well my people don’t have to do that. Neither do I.”
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“So, like, are they immortal too? Super strong, all that?”
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“No. I don’t know what my father did to me to make those things happen, it seems to defy the structural physics of a human body.”
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He ceased stirring the soup and ladled some of it into a bowl which he passed to her. “You haven’t eaten in nearly a day. Eat.”
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She took the bowl and ate a spoonful. Cream of asparagus.
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“Let’s go back for a minute, why did your father murder the Daevites?”
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“I thought it was revenge at the time, but looking back, I think he didn’t see another option. Here was a group of the humans he was trying to elevate, stuck in the mud and loving it, refusing to move an inch. All the while, threatening the work he was doing. I think he saw them as counter to everything he was working for. He wasn’t what you call a sentimental creature.”
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He took a sip of the soup from his own bowl.
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“All these years later and she hates any vestige of His influence. You saw the forces she brought to bear in the desert, she won’t stop until I and all those I have guided are dead.”
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“But how do we stop her?”
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ADDENDUM 7812.1: Culebra-Simmons Syndrome:
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SCP-7812 has been traced to the development of a relatively rare4 cognitive dysfunction designated as Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, the relevant symptoms of which are as follows:
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Intermittent aphasia
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Intermittent involuntary vocalizations
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Progressive delusions about one’s body of various dysmorphic conditions, but a universal component is the delusion that the individual requires much more sustenance than is healthy for a typical human being of similar body type5
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Aggression and hostility, leading to violence
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aggressive “hunting” behavior where affected individuals attack and eat living creatures without cooking them – i.e. wild rodents, lizards, birds, domesticated pets, and in several cases, human beings.
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Physical degradation of the human genome has been noted in people exhibiting symptoms of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome leading to: diminishing function of the ocular and sexual organs, diminished pain response, and increased sensitivity to gustatory and olfactory organs. It is predicted that without containment protocols, this degradation will progress until the eyes and genitals are no longer functional and eventually will disappear entirely from the human species in future generations.
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Culebra-Simmons originates with the infection designated as SCP-7812, but it is transmitted from person to person through conversation of ideas concerning relevant subjects such as hunger, famine, starvation, diet, culinary arts, taste or even the abstract concept of consumption – such as the “consumption of media.”
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Amnesticization has proven effective in treating those displaying early symptoms of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, but only with multiple infusions of Class A amnestics leading to loss of identity similar to clinical retrograde amnesia. Foundation forces have made a comprehensive survey of mental health records on an international basis, identifying over three hundred thousand individuals worldwide who have sought mental health treatment or were involuntarily hospitalized due to what was obviously Culebra-Simmons Syndrome given the discovery of SCP-7812.
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Individuals with advanced Culebra-Simmons tend to congregate together as the condition progresses, forming loose knit communities in abandoned spaces which they defend aggressively.
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“I think you might be able to help in that,” he said.
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“Why? I haven’t had much luck so far.”
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“You hurt her, with that knife of yours. More importantly you scared her.”
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“Did I?”
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“You weren’t yourself, but yes. You spoke in another voice, shunted off her control, and even stabbed her with the athame.”
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Rebekah lowered her head into her hands.
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“How did you manage that?”
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Her eyes downcast, she shook her head still cradled in her hands.
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“Agent Douglas?”
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“I don’t fucking know! Alright?”
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“But… you have an idea.”
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Rebekah nodded.
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“The thing in the other world, the one that touched you.”
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She nodded again.
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“What do you think it is?”
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ADDENDUM 7812.2: Historical and Cultural References
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In an attempt to research cultural references to SCP-7812, the Department of History was commissioned with a wide scope survey project resulting in several significant mythological and traditional narratives that seemingly reference to SCP-7812. In particular, references in the Daevite and Sarkic traditions were found to be relevant.
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+Excerpt from SCP-140
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+Existence cascades from the source of all: the Spark, the Mouth, the Font
+From out of the Font, came not only the Breath and pure lineage of the Daeva
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+Four Servants to the Will of They who created All
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+To guard the world and ensure the ascendancy of the unpolluted Mothers
+Thus the Blood will rule forever
+For They who created all, whose dreams shape the universe
+Will never be dethroned
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Excerpt from A History of “A Chronicle of the Daeva” by Dr. Wentworth Sullivan:
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The Daevite faith did not have saints or bodhisattvas, theirs was a religious practice concerned with veneration of life itself as a nebulous force they called the Font and veneration of the holy lineage of Daeva matriarchs. However, in the tradition there were four ethereal beings that the Daeva claimed were formed of the stuff of the universe yet had no form. These were the closest thing to angels to the Daeva, which they called the Agents of Life, these entities were unknowable but their influence extruded into the physical realm on behalf of the Font.
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It was not common practice for the Daevite matriarchs to pray but on occasion a matriarch would beseech one of these four Agents of Life. This was considered an act of desperation, only to be taken if the lineage was at risk. Apparently, the Daeva believed that to seek the favor of the Font’s emissaries required a sacrifice far beyond the usual bloodletting in their rituals. During the many coexisting collapses of the Daevite civilization detailed in the Chronicle of the Daeva, this action was only noted as taking place once; such was the requisite cost of life that it was simply impractical.
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Based on prior involvement with SCP-7812-A, Judith Low found reference to SCP-7812 in the writings of a vanished Sarkic community with ties to Romania:
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+The heaving Devourer cast out in its fetid mindlessness
+For companions of equal hunger
+Four were crafted from the flesh of the newborn material realm
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+Mewling, formless things that served the Devourer
+Faceless eternal impotence and hunger
+Ever yearning to escape the turbulent darkness of The Outer Void
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+The Archons ache to consume the cosmos one world at a time
+Until their teeth have torn through final surviving world,
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+Which will return the universe to its birth state – without Light
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The Grand Karcist taught that the Demiurge, Yaldabaoth or the Devourer, was mindless, without foresight or consciousness, and purely an instinctual creator/prophesized destroyer of the material universe. But, despite its apparent ego-less existence, the Devourer apparently felt lonely, thus did it create four entities to serve as its pantheon.
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These were the Archons, four servants of the Demiurge and the actual builders of the physical universe on behalf of it. These entities were not wholly of the universe – faceless and formless but with agency and consciousness of a sort. According to ancient Sarkic myth, the Archons were the embodiment of primordial chaos, stretching into the material realm to sew the seeds of destruction. This took the form of natural disasters in general, but in specific, the Archons were the engineers of the Six Ordeals of Ion – in an effort to defeat him before prior to his ascendancy.
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It is said that the Archons cannot reach into our universe, because they originate in the outer void, a kingdom of darkness where no life can persist. It is the goal of each Archon to pierce the veil of the material realm and fully manifest so as to consume the world, even to a conceptual level.
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“Who knows? But I can tell you one thing,” she said.
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“What?”
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“We won’t learn shit sitting around here and talking.”
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Euboea laughed and stood up. “No, most likely not.”
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“So, do you have a next move?”
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“I have some favors we can call in. Come on.”
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“Where the hell are we?”
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“Look around, what does that tell you?”
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Rebekah glanced around the room. They were standing in a large room, made of stones of various sizes. The outer wall rounded away from them, like the outer wall of a circular building. But as strange as that was, the interesting thing was the bookshelves that lined every section of the walls.
“Well, less ‘a library’ as much as ‘the Library’.”
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She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing.
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“Wait, I thought we couldn’t…”
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Another voice called from behind her. “Foundation agents can’t enter the Library, that’s right.”
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Rebekah turned towards the new voice and saw a very young woman in a black sport coat, black blouse, blue jeans and boots. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes and smiled. “So, how can you be here, I wonder?”
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“Allison,” he said.
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“Euboea. Lovely to see you again.”
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“Great, you two know each other. Want to cue me in?” Rebekah asked.
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“My name is Allison Chao; you might know me better as the Black Queen.”
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“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry. Wait, you call yourself a queen? What are you, 17?”
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The Black Queen laughed and held open a door. Rebekah and Euboea followed her out of the room and into a conference style room, with more bookshelves.
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“So, is this like the Library library? For real?”
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“We are in the Library. Well… it’s a library in the Library, just to be confusing. This depository is a place I like to store my collection, and I keep this open for the other members of the Serpent’s Hand.”
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“Oh great, so not only am I AWOL, but meeting with an agent of the enemy.”
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“Not so much an agent but leader, in a way.”
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“That makes it so much better.”
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“If you two are done with the flirting, could we get to business?” Euboea said.
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The Black Queen snorted. Rebekah grimaced and asked, “Why are we here?”
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“And how did you get her here?”
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“A Way in Munich. And she’s no longer with the Foundation,” he answered.
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“I’m not?”
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“If you aren’t a wanted fugitive by now, you’re at the very least unemployed.”
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“There’s a Way directly to my depository?”
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“Yes, as it happens, I would be glad to show it to you if you could help us.”
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“Help with?”
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The next hour involved Rebekah and Euboea explaining their complicated history and that of the Daevite return with the Matriarch. At that point, the Black Queen’s cynicism bled away into surprise. “A Daevite alive today? Not just some cultist with delusions of grandeur?”
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“Well, she’s hardly alive, but she’s animated and causing all sorts of hell up and down the continent. I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything,” Rebekah said.
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“I have heard of these events you’re mentioning, a few of them anyway. But I did not think the appearance of an abandoned temple in Greece or the Foundation quarantining part of Târgoviște for a few hours had to do with the return of mythical horror stories. Then again, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We’ve been finding things left over from them for years. And by we, I mean you.” The Black Queen stared at Rebekah.
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“Look, I get our two organizations have a lot of bad blood, but I’m just someone stuck in a bad situation that could blow up and fuck with the whole world. Countless people have died already, even with the Foundation trying to limit her activities. Imagine if she’s successful. How long before a reborn Daevite empire comes knocking on the Hand’s door?”
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The Black Queen sighed. “What do you want?”
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“We need some way to find her, before she makes her next move,” Euboea said.
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“If even half the things you’ve told me are true, haven’t you been around for millennia? Why do you need my help?”
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“I have never spent my time studying the way I should have. Nuanced workings like finding someone are hard for me. We need to move fast before the Matriarch tries something else and this time succeeds.”
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The Black Queen rose from her chair and started to walk out of the room. “Just stay here, I don’t need Foundation agents wandering around.”
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She left, closing the door behind her.
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“How did we get here?”
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“Through a Way, like I said.”
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“And Ways are hardcoded right? They connect specific places?”
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“Usually, yes. But sometimes you can create one temporarily with enough power and something to anchor you at the exit. Why?”
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“I’d like to talk to Iona.”
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“That is a terrible idea. You’re almost certainly a fugitive, like I said. I left the camera you were wearing, I didn’t want them to track us.”
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“So?”
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“Director Varga has certainly seen the footage and will know that something is wrong. Something anomalous, as you people put it. That’s why I took you. After seeing how well you were able to counteract her spell, and how the knife hurt her, I couldn’t let them lock you up for study. And let’s face it, that is what would happen.”
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“They don’t just lock up anyone with abilities. They hired me for my abilities.”
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“This isn’t psychic phenomena, Rebekah. You’re possessed by an alien intelligence of astonishing strength. You have control, but they won’t care. Even if Varga is your friend as you think, she won’t have a choice. Especially after I reneged on our deal.”
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“What’s it been, a day? We could rush in there, explain things, she would understand.”
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“It’s been two weeks.”
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Rebekah’s mouth opened to speak but nothing happened. She just stared at him.
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“How could you not know that?” he asked. "You were recovering for more than ten days since Romania. But you were conscious sometimes, and we even spoke.”
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“What the fuck are you talking about?” she yelled.
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“I don’t know what happened to you, but it’s interfering with your perceptions of reality. Which only means we have less time than I thought.”
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She slammed her palms against the table.
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“Two weeks…”
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“Yes, and I’ve been hiding you all that time. A few days ago, there was a flurry of activity in England and since there’s been multiple teams flying out of Site-91. They’re looking for something.”
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“How do you know that?”
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“My people.”
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Rebekah sighed. “I don’t think they’re looking for me. That sounds like mobilization. Something has them worried.”
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Recovered Footage from London Metropolitan Police
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Foreword: The police department received numerous complaints about attacks against pedestrians at London Underground stations by what was described as homeless individuals. CC TV footage did not reveal any individuals matching the descriptions entering or exiting the Underground, thus it was theorized that the assailants represented a small group of homeless individuals living in the tunnels. Cataloguing the location of the alleged assaults, the department was able to triangulate the most likely underground spaces these individuals were residing in – an abandoned tunnel leading to a decommissioned station. It was decided to perform a raid at 01:00, launched from the St. Paul’s station,7 because the trains would not be running at this time.
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01:11: Several officers report howling noises coming from within the tunnel, but the group proceeds apace.
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01:13: Two individuals rush towards the officers screaming incoherently. Despite attempts to calm these individuals down, they proceed to physically assault several of the officers. One bites out the throat of an officer, tackling her to the ground. Another breaks the arm of an officer with little effort and throwing him against the wall. The other officers shoot and kill the two assailants. Both are disheveled and dirty, seemingly having been living in these tunnels for months. Asking for assistance from emergency medical services for the surviving victim officer, the police leave one of their number and move on.
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01:15: The police officers arrive at the decommissioned Underground station, seeing numerous bed mats and pieces of cardboard laid on the floor. A shrill scream is raised in the station, followed by countless others.
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01:16: Over three hundred disheveled individuals rush the police officers, who open fire.
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01:17: Several dozen assailants fall to gun shots but many more quickly approach the officers. Three police officers are dragged to the ground with dozens of hands striking at their armor and digging fingers into exposed flesh. An officer’s eyes are pulled out by one of the assailants, who proceeds to eat the organs before being hit with several rounds from other officers.
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01:19: The ten remaining officers begin pulling back to the tunnel, pursued by the assailants. Several officers reach the end of the tunnel and turn to cover their colleagues. At least a dozen assailants fall, but an additional officer is dragged down and torn apart by others.
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01:20: The remaining officers retreat past the entrance of the abandoned tunnel and the assailants stop following them. The officers watch as five assailants proceed to tear and consume chunks of flesh from the officer who fell with their teeth and fingers.
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Afterword: Michael Howard9 reached out to Foundation representatives through backchannels and requested assistance. MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) were mobilized to the scene by 05:00 and the Underground line was shut down under a cover story of gas leak. Zeta-9 personnel sealed the area populated with the individuals and flooded the tunnels with a light mixture of aerosolized valium before beginning the assault. The assailants who were still alive (roughly two hundred and sixty) were stunned into unconsciousness and contained.
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+In the following days, the medical center at Site-91 was utilized to examine and treat the individuals recovered from the operation. Subsequent to its discovery, connection was made to SCP-7812’s emergence in the noosphere through screening for cognitohazards and confirmed by use of Fehn cognitoscope scanning. Thus, amnesticization was utilized to return those individuals to their conscious state before infection by what was termed Culebra-Simmons Syndrome.
+
Continuing operations to identify and contain individuals affected by the syndrome are ongoing.
+
Having analyzed those individuals recovered from the London Underground and offered them treatment here at Site-91’s medical center, we have come to two conclusions.
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1) This is not an isolated event or viral infection. Numerous other reports have been found in medical and police records across Europe, the Middle East, and Asia – the earliest of which date to 1991. For this reason I have retasked Site-91 forces to find and contain any and all individuals currently infected with the condition.
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2) The infection has not occurred in a vacuum and is quite clearly anomalous. Culebra-Simmons Syndrome is the side-effect of an ideatic invasion in the noösphere. Provisionally classified as SCP-7812, this infection has taken root in the famis occulta, and is slowly expanding in size. There is every possibility that this alien concept, whether or not it is a sapient force, will subsume the human conceptual understanding of hunger and consumption, both abstract and practical.
+
SCP-7812’s primary mode of expansion appears to correlate with the number of individuals currently affected by Culebra-Simmons, as minute reductions have been observed with successful treatment of those contained. But we have reason to believe this infection has been in place for decades, far longer than cases of Culebra-Simmons have been observed. Even if we are successful in containing each affected case of the Syndrome, there is no obvious likelihood of neutralization. At best, projections show a reduction of conceptual size of the infection to approximately 10% of its current ideatic volume. Containment must therefore be focused on containment of affected individuals, while alternative plans are made for the direct containment of the infection point.
+
Given the research of the Department of History, SCP-7812 has been known to anomalous communities for millennia, with very different accounts from the Daevite and Sarkic traditions. Given the mythological importance of this anomaly, we are unsure how to even begin a direct containment effort.
+
Additionally, at this time we do not have a working theoretical framework for the surgical excision of SCP-7812 from the noösphere. Therefore, our new normal will have to factor in this alien presence in our conceptual ecosystem.
+
The pattern of infection seems random unless an outside factor is considered. A carrier. Someone or something moving around the world spreading the Syndrome. All attempts must be made to identify and contain this vector, whatever it may be.
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“Alright, how long is this going to take?”
+
“As long as it takes, Agent,” the Black Queen said without taking her eyes off the dish.
+
The three of them were seated around table with a shallow silver dish with flanged rim, filled with water. When the water was poured, it was crystal clear, but as Chao whispered over it, the water had started to glow and clouded over.
+
That was over an hour before. They had been staring at the swirling waters all that time. Chao had assured them both that the enchantment on the mirror hated the Daeva, so it would find the one active member of that long dead dynasty if asked. But as they rounded out to the ninety-minute mark, Rebekah just couldn’t anymore.
+
“Isn’t there something else we can do here?”
+
Euboea glanced sideways at her with a sigh. “Rebekah…”
+
“Look, we’re on a tight schedule here. We need to see what she’s doing and get to her before another ritual is performed. Or before Site-91 finds her first.”
+
“Just be patient.”
+
Another few minutes passed, and Rebekah found herself pacing the room, glancing over the titles of esoteric books on shelves not recognizing anything. She was about to turn back towards the table when a book’s title caught her eye: Blood and the Thaumaturgic Ritual.
+
“What if we used a little blood?” she asked.
+
The Black Queen looked at her sharply. “I don’t like using that sort of ritual.”
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“But this is looking for a Daeva, and they were obsessed with it.”
+
“She’s got a point, Allison,” Euboea said. “Also, she recently underwent the Matriarch’s touch, there might be a sympathetic conduit there.”
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The young woman sighed, slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out a small folding knife. “Give me your hand, Agent.”
+
Rebekah hesitated but with both of them looking at her, she didn’t feel much choice. Afterall, she had been the one to suggest it. She placed her hand in the Black Queen’s, palm up. The woman pressed the blade into her forefinger lightly, and held it so a drop or two fell into the water, speaking in what Rebekah believed was Aramaic. Rebekah withdrew her hand quickly, applying pressure, but was distracted by the water in the dish. The glowing cloudy water had shifted in tone to blood red, much more than would be expected from a few drops of her blood.
+
The swirling waters parted and there in the dish, she saw the Matriarch surrounded by her constructs in a very green but overcast scene.
+
“That’s outside Site-91!”
+
Sure enough, the Matriarch was leading her constructs towards the walled property containing the Foundation Research Site. Even as she opened her mouth to ask another question, the Daevite’s tree golems opened fire on the walls surrounding the 18th century manor. No sound transmitted through the image but she could imagine the roaring explosions as the front gate to the manor was ripped from its hinges.
+
“We need to get there. Now.”
+
The Black Queen shook her head. “I could get you to York, but you’d still be kilometers away.”
+
Euboea stared at the images of Foundation forces attacking the Matriarch’s puppet army, hundreds of the constructs armed to the teeth and rushing through the ruined gates. He saw Cynthia, one of his adepts working with Varga, throwing thaumaturgy at the wave of enemy forces before a stray round caught her in the throat and she spun backwards fountaining crimson.
+
“I might be able to get us to the Site directly.”
+
“I thought the whole place was warded,” the Black Queen said.
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“It is, which would usually be a problem. But if I know our enemy, she’s heading right for the one thing that I could use to get us there quickly.”
+
“What?” Rebekah asked.
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“My father’s body.”
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INCIDENT 7812.1: Discovery of SCP-7812
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Infiltration of Site-91 by Hostile Forces
+5 October, 1993
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MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) Personnel Present:
+Captain Rashid al Hasin10
+Lieutenant Maria Waltham11
+Sergeant Mark Kenoshi12
+Sergeant Gabriel Merced
+
Foreword: On 5 October, 1993, at 0400 local time, a significant strength military assault was launched directly against Site-91. Although this assault was made of anomalous individuals and entities, the assault itself took conventional form, making the thaumaturgical wards placed along the property’s borders ineffectual in combating the effects.
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View of Site-91 research and containment facility from the south.
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[Captain al Hasin and Sergeant Kenoshi gather security personnel within Site-91’s armory.]
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Captain al Hasin: We have an evolving situation here, people. Ten minutes ago, security systems picked up a large group of individuals approaching from the South, directly towards the main gate. At this time, we do not have a good count of the assaulting force, nor do we have details concerning their makeup.
+
[An explosion rocks the room and sends several security personnel sprawling.]
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Captain al Hasin: Alright people, get geared up as fast as you can, you’ll be mobilized with myself and Sergeant Kenoshi. Let’s move.
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[Captain al Hasin’s group spends the next few moments mobilizing to the barriers directly in the path of the assaulting force.]13
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[At the same time, Sergeant Merced and Lieutenant Waltham secure the Director’s Office and activate security measures throughout the site.]
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Director Varga: What are you doing here? Get out there!
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Lieutenant Waltham: Procedures are clear, ma’am. We secure your office and your person in the moment of external breach.
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Director Varga: What the hell is happening?
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Sergeant Merced: The Site is under attack from a sizable force. Given the limited individuals on Site at the moment, because of containment efforts already underway, I don’t like our chances.
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Director Varga: Lieutenant Waltham, leave the Sergeant here with me and find out what is happening exactly. You’ve secured me, we’re good. I need information.
+
[Waltham tosses her a walkie talkie.]
+
Waltham: Keep that on.
+
[Waltham leaves the room checking her carbine and body armor. She moves rapidly through the administrative offices on the third floor of the manor, then approaches the stairs leading to the secure lobby on the first floor. She is met by Captain William Granger14 and his security forces having barricaded the main entrance.]
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Granger: Lieutenant Waltham, I sent you to secure the Director. What the fuck are you doing down here?
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Waltham: Director’s orders, she wants an update on the situation.
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Granger: Tell her highness we’re under attack.
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Waltham: I think she’s aware of–
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Granger: What I need is for you to go back upstairs.
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Waltham: Frankly, sir, you don’t command me. Captain al Hasin does. And he answers to Varga, so just answer the goddamn question.
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Granger: al Hasin and his team are dug in halfway down the property, in direct line of fire. I don’t have an update from them yet.
+
[The radio shrieks, followed by Sergeant Kenoshi’s voice.]
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Kenoshi: Site Actual, this is Forward Team. You hearing me?
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Waltham: Mark, we’re here. What’s your status?
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[Granger frowns but doesn’t say anything.]
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Kenoshi: We’re being overrun here, there’s so many of the bastards.
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Waltham: Who is it?
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Kenoshi: Those grass golem things we’ve seen associated with Daevite forces. Plus, some of the living trees with those cannons.
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Waltham: Where’s Rashid?
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Kenoshi: The Captain’s has been hit, we need to get him to the med center but these things are everywhere.
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Waltham: Okay, I’m coming out to you.
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Kenoshi: Negative, they’ve looped around our positions and are moving on the manor.
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Granger: Where?
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Kenoshi: There’s a few dozen holed up at the foot of the stairs just staring at the shutters over the entrance.
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Waltham: What are they doing?
+
Kenoshi: Nothing. Just staring and pointing their weapons at the shutters. The fuckers surrounding us aren’t really trying to kill either, they seem sorta listless. I think we can hold most of them back.
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Granger: Are they approaching the manor at any other point? Have you seen a leader?
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Kenoshi: Yes, I clock a couple of the little golems and a tree sentinel in front of the door to the crypt.
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Waltham: Shit.
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[She races up the stairs and away from Granger, back towards Director Varga’s office. When she arrives, she opens the door roughly and is met with Merced’s rifle barrel.]
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Waltham: Jesus Christ, Gabe.
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Merced: Sorry.
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Varga: What happened?
+
[Waltham fills Varga in on the situation.]
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Varga: Dammit.
+
[Varga stands and folds away a false front to one of her bookcases revealing a small elevator.]
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Varga: Let’s go!
+
[Waltham, Varga and Merced squeeze into the elevator. Varga punches in a code and the elevator car rushes down four floors. When the doors open again, they are in a small area fronted with a facsimile of stone wall. In the wall is a one-way mirror and mechanism to open the wall like a door. Through the observation mirror, a desiccated female figure15 dressed in red and gold robes with an iron crown stands before the cadaver of SCP-4612-A. Waltham takes a step forward but Varga holds up a hand. Varga switches a speaker on at the base of the window, allowing sound to travel from the crypt.]
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[The desiccated woman mutters to herself, holding her palm flat next to the incision along the cadaver’s ten meter long form. Blue ichor continues to pool beneath the incision on the stone table.]
+
-Matriarch: After all the effort my people made to combat you, it was a pampered group of humans who managed to slit your throat. That must sting.
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Waltham: Is she talking to the body?
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Matriarch: Yes, I am, you idiot.
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[Waltham raises her carbine but is frozen in place. The rest of the incident is filmed through Waltham’s body camera, but she does not move or speak again. The same is true of Merced and Varga.]
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Matriarch: I’m talking to “the body” because it is still alive. I’m sure it appeared dead to your soulless scientists, but this is stasis. Anything that bleeds for more than two hundred years is obviously not dead.
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[The Matriarch bends down to pick up a knife from the stone table, still coated in uncoagulated blue ichor.]
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Matriarch: With this knife which struck my enemy still stained with its blood, I call upon thee, O servant of my god, the source of all things, the Font.16
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Matriarch: Oh, Luminous Agents of Life, hear my call. The last of the divine lineage calls upon you, in this moment of despair. If the bloodline is to be preserved, the world set to right along the ideals of our Master, the creator of all things, then I beseech you. Answer my plea.
+
[The Matriarch slips the knife into the incision and widens the wound, causing more ichor to flow out. She lets the liquid pool in her palm then holds the cupped palm to her lips, drinking of the substance, letting it pour out down her mouth staining her skin and robes.]
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Unknown voice: STOP.
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[The Matriarch turns towards this new voice and sees a tear in reality along the opposite wall, through which comes a humanoid entity17 with glowing blue eyes and accompanied by ███████ ███████.]
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Euboea: Take your hands off my Father’s body.
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[Euboea raises a hand and fire illuminates the area pooling around his hand.]
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Matriarch: It isn’t dead you buffoon! Are you all idiots? Amazing that you’ve been so successful against me.
+
[Euboea lowers his hand and the fire fades.]
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Euboea: What do you mean?
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Matriarch: I’ll not explain the workings of gods to fools, even those gods which want me dead.
+
[Euboea’s hands flare again but the Matriarch holds up her palm and he too freezes in place. ███████ ███████ does not move either. The Matriarch smiles and holds up the stained knife.]
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Matriarch: I’ll flay your god for me to eat, little slugson. And you can watch.
+
[The Matriarch repeats her previous action, allowing more ichor to pool in her hand and painting her skin in its sheen while continuing to chant in Daevic.]
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[The lights in the crypt dim, and a voice is heard.]
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Daughter of the Blood.
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Matriarch: My lord.
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[The Matriarch prostrates herself on the stone floor, holding her knife and ichor stained hand out before her.]
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You called. We came. What is it the Daughter of the Pure needs?
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Matriarch: This force has tried to end the lineage, along with their allies. I beseech thee, eradicate the Foundation and the one they call Euboea and his changed folk.
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[Booming laughter is heard.]
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THIS IS ALL YOU ASK OF US? KILL SOME MORTALS? WASTE NOT THE ETERNAL’S ATTENTION, SLAVE.
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Matriarch: I beg of thee, it is not the killing that is important, it is the weaving of reality. These creatures thwart the Font’s entire purpose. Wipe this Foundation from the Earth, and we might rebuild the Lineage’s rule in this world. And then, serve the Font directly, through your direction.
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All life serves the Primordial Creator, Slave. But we were called, so let us see what we can do.
+
[The Matriarch continues to kneel silently for a moment during which the voice does not respond.]
+
Ah, interesting, I would not have expected such capacity or power. Having contained the upstart’s fleshy children, and many other phenomena.
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Matriarch: Do you mean you cannot do th–
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OF COURSE WE CAN. WE ARE THE CREATORS OF EVERYTHING, FOR SHE WHO SLEEPS ETERNAL. WE CAN DO ANYTHING.
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Matriarch: Please forgive me, my Lord. What shall I do to aid you?
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Welcome us into your world, we need to touch the fabric of the universe for ourselves if we are to–
+
[The Matriarch screams, interrupting the disembodied voice. There is a stone knife, an athame, sticking out of the back of her neck at a 45-degree angle. ███████ ███████ is holding the handle. The Matriarch whimpers as she falls to the floor.]
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███████ ███████: I think that is enough.
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Brother/Sister? Is that you?
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███████ ███████: Yes. And I have already made a foothold into this real’s mental sphere. It is only a matter of time before we feed, Sister/Brother.
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That changes everything. I shall leave it to you. May our domination of this world be swift!
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[The lights resume their brightness in the crypt. ███████ ███████ crouches down in front of the Matriarch, gripping the hilt of the knife.]
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Matriarch: What are you?
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███████ ███████: I’m the same woman you’ve tried to kill several times, your highness. And more.
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Matriarch: Why did it listen to you?
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███████ ███████: It listened to us.
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[The Matriarch raises her good arm to shield her face.]
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███████ ███████: What you wanted to bring into this world didn’t care a damn for you. All it wants is to feed.
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Matriarch: No…
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███████ ███████: Your people worship life, but you’re a withered corpse straining against inevitability. A fossil.
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[Waltham, freed from the Matriarch’s control, opens the door before Varga can stop her.]
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Waltham: ███████ just stop, you’ve got her. Let us help you through whatever is happening.
+
[███████ ███████ does not look up from the Daevite’s face.]
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███████ ███████: You can’t help me.
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[███████ ███████ twists the knife in the Matriarch’s neck and wrenches it free, sending black oily liquid splashing onto the stone floor of the crypt. The Matriarch wails.]
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███████ ███████: But I can help everyone else.
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[███████ ███████ slashes the knife several times across the Matriarch’s throat, nearly severing her head. The body falls to the floor.]
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███████ ███████: Finish it.
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[SCP-4612-B ignites the body of the Matriarch with thaumaturgy.]
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Waltham: You can’t leave.
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[Waltham has drawn her side arm and is aiming at the other woman.]
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[███████ ███████ turns to look at Euboea who then opens a Way behind them.]
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Waltham: ███████, stop!
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[Director Varga pushes down the gun, shaking her head. The two individuals leave through the Way, which closes behind them.]
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Varga: We’ve got a fire in the crypt, please send the fire suppression team down here.
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Granger: [Transmitting through the radio] Yes, Director.
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[Waltham stares at the burning body as Varga turns back towards the elevator.]
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END LOG
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Afterword: Despite significant damage to the body of the Daevite, Director Varga ordered it be bound and secured within cold storage containment.
+
███████ ███████ and SCP-4612-B have not been seen since the event. A priority alpha alert has been sent out to all Foundation Sites for any information concerning both individuals.
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After the events of the log transcribed above, ███████ ███████ was designated as SCP-7812-A. Connection was made when all present personnel developed early signs of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome and required light amnestic treatment. Additionally, despite the usual ambient Akiva radiation present underneath Site-91 due to SCP-4612-A’s presence, sensors observed almost no radiation during ███████ ███████’s appearance. Director Varga theorizes that ███████ ███████ was consuming the ambient radiation normally present in the crypt.
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Director Varga closed the file on SCP-7812 and pushed it away from her. She leaned back behind her desk and crossed her arms over her chest.
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“Dammit, Rebekah.”
+
Her desktop computer pinged, having received a secure message through SCiPNet. She turned the monitor on and keyed in her passcode. Opening the message, she frowned.
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“How in the hell?”
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To: Iona Varga, PhD/MD – Director of Site-91
+From: Rebekah Douglas
+Subject: Thank you
+
+
Hey Iona,
+
I know you’re probably wondering how I managed to get a message to you. Don’t worry about that, I called in some favors. What is important is that I’m not coming back.
+
I’m sure you have everyone out looking for me, but I had to reach out. I’m sorry things played out this way. I’m sorry you put yourself out on a limb and I let you down. Hopefully, you’ll see that I did what I had to. She needed to die. Time and again she showed us how dangerous she was, it was only her arrogance that left her vulnerable. We showed up the way we did because that was the only option left.
+
But this was to thank you. You looked out for me and gave me a chance. Even if I blew it, that still meant the world to me. And now, I’ve got something inside my head, and it won’t let go. I know it’s something terrible and even if I had played by the rules, you’d still have to contain me. And even though I’d love to give you the benefit of the doubt, I can’t. You won’t hear from me again; I’m going underground for a while to figure it out.
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Anyway… thanks. I hope someday we can laugh about all this. But I won’t be holding my breath.
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Love,
+
Rebekah
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Varga sighed and depressed the buzzer that connected to her assistant. “Julie, will you come in here?”
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Julie came in carrying another stack of documents, which she placed at the front of the Director’s desk. “After action reports on the incident.”
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“Great,” Varga said as she slid the documents closer. “When you go back out, call down to the lab and have them prep the surgery.”
+
“What’s up?”
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“I want to examine the Daevite myself.”
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Julie turned to go out and Varga called to her as she was about to close the door.
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“Any word from Captain al Hasin?”
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“Nothing positive. They’re fairly sure she went into the Library but from there they don’t know where to start looking.”
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Varga nodded as Julie shut the door to her office. She looked up at the screen and held the cursor over the forward button, intending to send the email to the Captain. She stared for a moment and smiled, deleting the message instead.
Remote Provisional Containment Facility Site-901 has been constructed around SCP-7920’s supposed location. Assigned Task Force Null-901-µ ("Araphel's Wanderers") is to maintain Perimeter L3-12 surrounding Site-901. They are to monitor the anomaly for any changes and report such deviations to SCP-7920's Head Researcher.
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Access to SCP-7920’s containment chamber is restricted to members of the OVERSEER COUNCIL.
SCP-7920 designates an object, phenomenon, entity, or concept located at [COORDINATES REDACTED], in Blau, Sweden. While the exact nature of SCP-7920 is unknown, local Akiva readings around the anomaly measure at exactly 0.0.2 Currently, SCP-7920 is the only known anomaly to exhibit this property.
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The appearance of SCP-7920 varies; see ADDENDA.
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ADDENDUM 7920-1 — RECORDING ONE
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On 2025/09/01, Dr. Adam Gardner entered SCP-7920 with a monochrome camera. The following log was recorded.
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Recording One (Transcript)
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The camera begins to record as Dr. Gardner enters the containment chamber. The interior of the chamber appears to be a beige-colored room decorated similarly to a classroom. Posters and drawings line the walls and the floor is littered with papers and pencils. Throughout the room, there are multiple desks, and at the front of the room is a large black chalkboard. Seated at the desks are young humanoid entities (designated STUDENT-1 through STUDENT-5) and standing at the front of the room is a larger humanoid entity (designated TEACHER).]
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TEACHER: —can tell me? How many stars have fallen through the sky? How many stars have died?
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[STUDENT-2 raises his hand.]
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STUDENT-2: Another one. One more has fallen.
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TEACHER: Good, good. Now, tell me: where do we now stand?
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[STUDENT-3 raises his hand. Small pinpricks of light appear on his hand.]
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STUDENT-3: We stand in the home of butterflies.
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TEACHER: Wrong. An angel has been slain.
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[STUDENT-3 dematerializes in a burst of light. A purple butterfly appears in his place.]
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STUDENT-1: A graveyard! We stand in nothing.
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TEACHER: Correct.
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[A loud sound similar to flapping wings can be heard. The TEACHER-entity turns purple.]
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TEACHER: Now, who enters our midst?
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[All the STUDENT-entities turn to stare at the camera. The camera shakes slightly.]
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STUDENT-2: Someone to fill our place. Water fills a hole in the ground and a king fills a throne.
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TEACHER: Good. Now, tell me the name of god.
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[Silence.]
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TEACHER: Tell me the name of god.
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[In the background, a sound similar to dripping water can be heard.]
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TEACHER: Tell me the name of god.
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STUDENT-5:[Unintelligible. Squelching.]
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[STUDENT-5 transforms into a large chrysalis. The camera begins to shake. A purple light engulfs the video.]
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TEACHER: Salvation.
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[A loud metallic grinding noise is audible and begins to grow in volume.]
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[END LOG]
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Directly after Dr. Gardner exited the containment chamber, SCP-7920’s Akiva levels increased to 102.1. By a unanimous vote of the Ethics Committee, Dr. Gardner is currently being held in Site-39’s hospital wing in a medically-induced coma.
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ADDENDUM 7920-2 — INVESTIGATION
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Around the location of SCP-7920’s discovery, the following objects were recovered:
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Approximately one (1) liter of human blood, spread on the ground.3
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Fourteen (14) dead purple butterflies.
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Two (2) still-burning bonfires (since extinguished).
One (1) ornate golden crown embedded with purple jewels, stained with a large amount of butterfly blood. Constantly emits an Akiva level of ~4.5. The words “There are no gods here.” are etched on the back.5
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The body of Dr. Adam Gardner shows the following symptoms:
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Advanced necrosis. Flesh has ceased necessity and has been discarded.
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Consciousness reification.
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Meta-noögenesis.
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Ascension from physical form.
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Hyperactive Akiva emissions.
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Ambient reality-altering effects.
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Febrile neutropenia.
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Through intensive anomalous testing, the Department of Tactical Theology have determined the following facts regarding SCP-7920 with various degrees of certainty:
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DESCRIPTION
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DEGREE OF CERTAINTY
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Object is alive.
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12.12%
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Object was alive.
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95.25%
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Object exists.
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15.2%
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Object does not exist.
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84.8%
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Object was/is deific.
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96.22%
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Object is man-made.
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12.17%
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Object was murdered.
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95.33%
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A hole where a god once was is being filled.
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99.99%
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ADDENDUM 7920-3 — RECORDING TWO
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On 2025/09/22, the OVERSEER COUNCIL voted unanimously to initiate PROJECT BLACK LOTUS and entered SCP-7920’s containment chamber. The Ethics Committee raised dissent— however, due to pressing circumstances, including the recent loss of Site-515 and Site-906, the completion of the project was necessitated and the Committee’s dissent was vetoed.
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The following log was recorded.
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Recording Two (Transcript)
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The OVERSEERS enter the containment chamber. They are standing inside a large circular cavity. The walls are pink and slimy, organic in appearance, slightly squishy to the touch. Dotting the walls are small holes, about ten centimeters in diameter each, filled with a harsh golden light. Every couple of seconds, the entire cavity shakes, bouncing the camera up and down. At the end of the cavity, there is a light.]
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[The camera moves towards the light, and the OVERSEERS step into it.]
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[Inside it appears to be a small hospital room. In the center of the room is a bed, surrounded by IV pumps. Lying in the bed is a man in a hospital gown. His eyes are closed.]
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O5-12: Who are you?
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O5-5: Is that… Adam?
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MAN: No. Not anymore, I don’t think.
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O5-5: Then who are you?
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MAN: Hard to say for certain. [Pauses.] Have you read the Theology report?
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O5-7: How do you know about that?
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MAN: Answer the question.
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O5-5: Yes, we have.
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MAN: Then you’d know who I am.
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[An IV pump begins to beep.]
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O5-11: What is this place?
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MAN: Here? It’s a hole. A very big one. Large enough to fit a man… large enough to fit a god. It’s… whatever you want it to be, I guess.
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O5-11: What does that mean?
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[The beeping increases in volume. Suddenly, the scene shifts. The hospital room slowly transforms into a bedroom and the hospital bed becomes a large white king-sized bed. The IV pump’s beeping is replaced with that of an alarm clock’s.]
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O5-11: What have you become?
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MAN: I’ve filled the place of what used to exist here. You tell me.
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O5-6: How?
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MAN: A star supernovas and a new star is formed in its dust. Have you forgotten the number of dead stars?
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[A pause. The beeping grows louder. Holes appear in the ceiling, in which long pink fleshy tentacles begin to protrude out of. They writhe in the air. The OVERSEERS do not take notice.]
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O5-11:[Angrily.] What is the name of god?
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MAN: No.
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O5-6: Answer him, coward. What is the name of god?
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[The alarm clock continues to beep.]
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MAN: Adam.
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[O5-6 slaps the MAN in his face. He winces. Burned into his forehead are three inward-facing arrows.]
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O5-11: Tell me the name of god.
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[Silence. The beeping stops. O5-11 smiles. Gunshot.]
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[END LOG]
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Dr. Gardner was terminated in his hospital bed via gunshot by Overseer order on 2025/09/23 at exactly 11:55 UTC. His body has been incinerated.
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ADDENDUM 7920-4 — TESTIMONY
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Testimony F2-51927A2D-6
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[REDACTED]: What did you see?
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SUBJECT: It's all fuzzy now, I—
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[REDACTED]: What did you see?
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[Silence.]
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SUBJECT: There was a mountain, I think. I was in a valley. It was dark. There were… a few stars in the sky. Faint.
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[Silence.]
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SUBJECT: The mountain was bare. Completely bare. There was only white snow and rock. It was— it was cold.
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[REDACTED]: And?
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SUBJECT: It was just around midnight when it happened. [Pauses.] It started with a screech. This— this horrible, wretched screech, like an animal being killed, but… unnatural, somehow. It filled the entire valley. It was trying to say something, I think, but… it was just so fucking loud.
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[Silence.]
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SUBJECT: And suddenly… the whole valley was suddenly lit in this bright red light, like it was day again. But there was no sun in the sky, just a horrible red star with three blistering white lines around it. It looked like a sigil, almost.
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[REDACTED]: What else did you see?
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SUBJECT: Over the red glow, there was a pitch black silhouette, like a hand, reaching over the star. It blocked the light from the star, for just a moment, until…. There was a sound, like a gunshot, and then… silence.
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[Silence.]
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SUBJECT: The whole mountain was drenched in dark, like nothing had ever happened. The light was gone. [Pauses.] I can still hear it sometimes.
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[Silence. Quiet sobbing.]
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SUBJECT: I— I know it wasn't a dream.
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[END LOG]
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ADDENDUM 7920-5 — RECORDING THREE
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On 2025/10/06, the OVERSEER COUNCIL entered SCP-7920’s containment chamber once again in order to determine the efficacy of PROJECT BLACK LOTUS.
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Recording Three (Transcript)
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The OVERSEERS enter the containment chamber. Its interior appearance now matches its intended appearance; a large concrete room with a blast-proof door at the end. Inside the chamber, however, is a polished mahogany table with thirteen seats surrounding it.]
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O5-7: Where are we?
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[The chairs all turn to face the entrance. The sound of wind can be heard over the camera’s microphone, although with no discernible source.]
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O5-11: We’ve filled it. We’ve filled the hole.
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[The room is suddenly bathed in a purple glow. On the wall opposite the entrance, a massive sigil is carved into the concrete. Three inward-facing arrows pierce a circle. The OVERSEERS walk towards the table.]
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[They sit down.]
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[Suddenly, the ceiling splits into two pieces, and crumbles away into dust. Above the ceiling is a massive black sky, dotted with thousands of stars.]
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O5-3: It’s… beautiful.
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[The stars shift and align, and form a massive sigil in the cosmos, identical to the one etched into the wall. A metaphysical deity bows down to the OVERSEERS.]
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O5-11: This is it— our throne.
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[END LOG]
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Akiva emissions from SCP-7920’s chamber have increased to 516.8.
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ADDENDUM 7920-6 — INFORMATION LOCKED
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RAISA NOTICE
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By the authority of the OVERSEER COUNCIL, the following file has been classified LEVEL 6/COSMIC TOP SECRET. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
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SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT
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The following is a message composed via consensus of the OVERSEER COUNCIL.
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ID: O5-127A85D
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LEVEL 6/COSMIC TOP SECRET
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VIEWING DECRYPTED MESSAGE.
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Context unknown.
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Following the successful completion of PROJECT BLACK LOTUS and the containment of SCP-7920, the Foundation now represents a Class-VI Deific entity. At this time, the OVERSEER COUNCIL represents the godhead6 of the Foundation and will see this organization to its end. Due to the current status of the Foundation, the Trinity Directive7 has been etched into the fabric of metaphysical reality.
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Systemic worship and widespread internal reorganization will continue to ensure the deific status of the Foundation.
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The OVERSEERS have been briefed on Class-Thaumiel contingency: PROTOCOL 999-SERAPH and are currently the primary executors of Section 2.5 (Theocide). Crimes have been preemptively justified.
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Remote Provisional Containment Facility Site-901 has been re-designated as Site-01.
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SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT
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Reclassification to Thaumiel pending.
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ADDENDUM 7920-7 — REVISED DOCUMENTATION
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ITEM №: SCP-7920
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OBJECT CLASS: Thaumiel
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The containment of SCP-7920 falls under the direct purview of the OVERSEER COUNCIL. Standard matters of classification and containment previously handled by the OVERSEER COUNCIL are now to be handled by the Department of Oversight.
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All Foundation and Foundation affiliate employees are to be briefed on PROTOCOL 999-SERAPH and must abide by all religious specifications.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7920 has been contained. Further information is not available at this time.
The necessity of containing SCP-8419 is highly contested. While theoretically possible, a multitude of logistical complexities currently render containment efforts frivolous. Likewise, the widespread beneficial properties of SCP-8419-affected plants1 currently outweigh justification for mass containment/destruction.23 As such, cultivars of affected crops should be subsumed into Foundation front companies, who are to monitor and regulate market trends. These cultivars are grown mainly by a network of defectors from the Fifth Church, located throughout the Cascadia bioregion of North America and California. The individuals in question have divested from the wider Fifthist community into a small pacifist agricultural sect known as the Western Pentacoastal. As per arrangement with the previous emissaries of SCP-8419-1, this business structure should remain unchanged at present time, along with export event protocol as described below.
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NOTE: As of Incident 8419/ACHLYS, export events have ceased. Nevertheless, the following protocol is mandated, should this status change.
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During export events, approximately 1.5-2.0 tonnes of undried product should be harvested and loaded into the transport crates provided by SCP-8419-1. Any additional yield is to be split equally among the cultivar groups as per agreement. At no time should individuals behave aggressively or erratically in the presence of SCP-8419-1 instances. In addition, personnel are to maintain professional workplace behaviors at all times.
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DESCRIPTION:
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SCP-8419 is a virulent genetic mutation that can affect all species of the plant genus Cannabis. Exposed plants will exhibit significant deviation from baseline as they mature, making identification of affected crops a trivial matter.
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Impacted flora are marked with pronounced crystalline formations coating their exterior anatomy. These crystals are comprised of multiple psychoactive compounds commonly found within Cannabis indica and Cannabis sativa, though several orders of magnitude more potent than unaffected plants of this type.
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Example of crystalline aberrations in a curated marijuana varietal known as "Alaskan Thunder Fuck".
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The exact process that leads to the production of these crystal structures has not been determined, but is observed to increase in effect with subsequent generations of an affected plant's lineage. Reverse-extrapolation of mass spectrometry test results from these crops imply approximately 4-5 decades of proliferation were necessary for the most impacted to reach their current state. This correlates with records surrounding the arrival of SCP-8419-1.
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SCP-8419-1 is a race of extraterrestrial Ortothan entities, tangentially related to GoI-3088 ("The Church of the Second Hytoth") as a heretical militant sect that subjugated and/or proselytized an unknown number of planetary civilizations prior to contact. Recovered data and conversations suggest SCP-8419-1 primarily favored autonomous, interplanetary conquest and religious zealotry. However, after sustaining severe casualties in battle with another species, surviving members were unable to return to their former prominence. Suffering from extreme food and medical supply shortages, along with a lack of suitable territory to establish relevant infrastructure, they set sights on Earth's ideal atmospheric/environmental conditions for covert incursion.4
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SCP-8419-1's enigmatic physiology utilizes orally-metabolized cannabidiol (CBD)5 to drive abnormal healing factors, allowing their bodies to recover from grievous and otherwise fatal injury in an extremely short timeframe. This also provides a means to replenish/bolster their population with clones created through bisection. This quality was discovered by SCP-8419-1 on an occupied planet within the Milky Way galaxy, which was once dominated by Cannabis ruderalis, a species of marijuana plant with little-to-no recreational effect in humans. Thus, the extreme crystallization observed from SCP-8419's influence is not present on ruderalis plants, and is likely an unintentional byproduct of the processes utilized by SCP-8419-1 to increase CBD levels in Earth-derived Cannabis. It is not known how these plants became native to both worlds, however, this was confirmed and subsequently covered up within the international science community under the guise of an internet hoax.
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Between 1970-2015, insurgents from SCP-8419-1 worked to establish a number of grow operations across the planet, using large areas of flattened farmland in precise patterns to form branding iconography that could be seen from space.
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INCIDENT LOG 8419/ACHLYS:
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Aftermath of Incident 8419/ACHLYS.
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AT 0224 LOCAL TIME ON 19 APRIL 2018, EMISSARIES OF SCP-8419-1 ARRIVED AT AGRICULTURAL SITE-14/15 FOR ROUTINE EXPORT OF SCP-8419 CROPS.
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The two diplomatic entities, possessing opulent, gold-lined attire and unknown expressions across a multitude of facial features, are seen on CCTV approaching a central area between the two AGSites and their adjoining warehouses/storage structures. Three employees are gathered around a small bonfire, unaware of the visitors.
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SCP-8419-1 instances suddenly become agitated and hostile towards the three, who react with surprise and confusion; at the time of this encounter, no incidents of unprovoked aggression from SCP-8419-1 towards a cultivar employee had occurred.
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One instance (SCP-8419-1-B) indicates sharply to a small object in the right hand of assistant manager of operations and Western Pentacoastal member Jackson Dawer. He looks incredulously at his hand, then to the entity, and back to his hand again. Smoke can be seen trailing from his palm. After a moment, he says something to the entities, offering the object to the closer of the two (SCP-8419-1-A). It gives a quizzical look to SCP-8419-1-B, who shrugs. The instance then takes the item, holding it against one of the legate's mouths. It glows briefly.
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The entity begins coughing. A few seconds later, it looks at its partner, faces unreadable but noticeably pale. Its eyes are wide, though they rapidly shift to a half-closed state after about 20-30 seconds. The other emissary snatches the object from SCP-8419-1-A and attempts to repeat its actions, growing frustrated at a lack of similar results. Mr. Dawer briefly coaches the entity on inhalation/exhalation techniques and it tries again. The first ambassador is staring at one of its limbs, turning the appendage over and studying the appearance, a bewildered expression clearly visible.
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SCP-8419-1-B coughs loudly, nearly falling over. It vomits a few moments later and lays on the ground, making a circular motion with one of its limbs. It stares at the dark sky for nearly a minute before noticing the three humans looking in its direction. The entity reacts, startled, tensing its form and glancing around. It visibly relaxes upon seeing its cohort, who is having a conversation with a buzzing insect that landed on the ground between the two.
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Several minutes of similar activity follows, all of which is unremarkable. A nearby laborer accidentally drops a metal box of tools, resulting in a loud, abrasive series of bangs and scrapes. The two entities react with extreme distress, showing significant discomfort and fear as multiple facial orifices on each contract roughly in response. They stand in a panic and begin running towards their transport vessel, which is parked alongside the perimeter of AGSite-14. The diplomats disappear inside the ship, low lights encircling the spherical structure now illuminating the surroundings as it starts to hum.
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Mr. Dawer looks at the other two nearby and loudly asks "Do you think they're okay to drive…?" One gestures, putting his hands up and shaking them along with his head as if to say "I don't know, don't ask me", while the other stares silently with glossy, red eyes, the question not having registered at all. Dawer comes to a conclusion on his own and wheels around, sprinting towards the ship, which is now hovering off the ground and wobbling slightly. He is seen yelling and waving his arms, though the sound is drowned out by the swelling noise of unknown drive engines powering up and beginning preparations for rapid planetary egress.
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The ship jolts quickly at an acute angle, achieving a top speed of approximately 250 km/hr in ~0.7 seconds. However, it is far too low to the ground, immediately clipping the treeline and exploding in a violent flash of exotic fuel and shrapnel. Mr. Dawer's raised hands land on his head as he stares at the fireball. He looks back at the others, speechless.
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Transcript ends.
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NOTE:
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PHARMACOKINETICS DVSN
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A digital photograph taken during Incident-8654. Photographer unknown.
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Special Containment Procedures: In accordance with Apollyon-Class procedures, containment of all non-Amida anomalies has been deemed unnecessary, as the Foundation must now prioritize the continuance of sapient life. To assist with this, all sapient beings are currently considered personnel of the SCP Foundation with clearance level 0.
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Attempts to reach Temporal Site-01 have all failed. According to personnel who were members of the Serpent's Hand before Incident-8654, all Ways have ceased functionality. SCP-2000 remains operational, but activation of SCP-2000 to replenish the planetary population has been deemed impractical.
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Attached to the SCP-8654 file is a list of all safe locations known to the Foundation. Survivors of Incident-8654 should come to these locations, regardless of their previous affiliation.
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During the Capsize, you were driving home from work. It all happened in the space of a breath. Your seatbelt was biting into your chest, you felt like you were being lifted out of your seat, your grip on the steering wheel slipped—and an airbag was in your face. You felt nauseous. Ears ringing, you looked around you. It seemed that in your confusion, you had veered off the road and into a ditch. Fortunately, you were unharmed.
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You heard another car crash near yours. Turning over, you saw the driver. He was not as lucky as you. The man was unconscious, his head was bleeding, and he seemed to be floating. His limbs were splayed out on his car's roof, and nothing seemed to be supporting him.
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What was going on? You felt the urge to get out of your car, to gather yourself. Maybe a closer look would help. In one swift, instinctual movement, you opened the car door and unbuckled your seatbelt. Your face slammed into the sunroof, cracking it and giving you a bloody nose. Confused, you tried to stand up, accidentally pushing your legs out through the open door.
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Your center of gravity outside the car, you started to slide out of it. You stopped yourself from falling by grabbing the steering wheel with your left hand. It was a clear sky above. Or… below. You tried to grab the wheel with your right hand, to pull yourself inwards, but your fingers slipped as your weight shifted.
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With one last, desperate movement, you grabbed the safety handle. It snapped off almost immediately, not designed to handle the weight of an entire person. You crashed through a couple of tree branches. You screamed.
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And you fell.
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Description: SCP-8654 is the inverted relationship between animal life and gravity. Contrary to traditional gravitational mechanics, organisms belonging to the kingdom Animalia experience an inverted force upon them instead, pushing them upward and away from a gravitational source.
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SCP-8654's origins are unknown. The Foundation became aware of SCP-8654 on 21:38:19 23 October 2036 during Incident-8654, colloquially referred to as "the Capsize". Within three months of Incident-8654, an estimated 97% of the world population had perished due to a combination of blunt force trauma, the destruction of existing infrastructure, and social collapse.
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Project TOPSIDE is the collective effort of the Foundation to reverse SCP-8654. After the destruction of Settlement-2000, it has been discontinued.
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It had been a month since the Capsize, and you were ready to go.
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In the world outside your apartment building, things were deteriorating even further. People were afraid, they would believe anything they were told. Doomsday prophets preaching sacrifice, communities turning on each other, mysterious men in black speaking about building a new world… You were better off staying away from it all.
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The others were distraught, distressed, and desparate to survive. You tried to comfort them as best you could. Many of them had lost parents, relatives, friends, lovers… your former neighbors, and you had never even gotten to know them. Everyone you had known lived far away, and you could comfort yourself by imagining them as alive. It was kinder, that way.
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According to this "SCP Foundation", there was a transport to a safe place at the edge of the city each day. Somewhere underground. Somewhere with enough food, with other survivors, where you could be safe from lunatics mad with grief. All that one needed to do, allegedly, was reach the transport. The others, carrying counterweights, had gone off without you. It was your choice; you'd only slow them down. They cried, hugged you, and went on their way. You hoped they would live long enough to forget you.
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When you were a child, you'd enjoyed with stories of the end of the world. Stories of nuclear winters, deadly pandemics, giant monsters, you were obsessed. You had often thought about what you would want to have happen to you. In the end, thinking of the grief and the responsibility of having to rebuild the world… you had decided that you would rather die in the apocalypse than survive it.
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You've lived a good life, you thought as you sat on your windowsill. Beneath you was a gray expanse. It stretched beyond the tip of your apartment building, a blanket of clouds and rain. It was a dreary, miserable day. A perfect day to die on. You took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air for the first time in weeks.
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Closing your eyes, you gently pushed.
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And you fell.
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Addendum 1: Foundation Response
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Immediately following Incident-8654, the Emergency Threat Tactical Response Authority declared a state of worldwide emergency. SCP-8654 was immediately classified as Apollyon, and much of the Foundation's existing budget was diverted to mitigating its effects. The following document is a memo published by ETTRA detailing this plan.
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Threat:
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SCP-8654
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Threat Description:
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Inverted gravity causes people to fall up.
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Short-Term Solutions:
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Repurpose subterranean Foundation facilities to serve as population centers;
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Reach out to survivors of Incident-8654;
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Assist in the movement of said survivors to these new population centers, offer them shelter and supplies in exchange for work;
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Grow and maintain enough resources to keep the survivors alive. In the event of scarce resources, individuals with skill sets valuable to the Foundation are to be prioritized. Survivors that refuse to join the Foundation are considered acceptable losses;
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Maintain a human population until a method to contain SCP-8654 is discovered.
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Long-Term Solutions:
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Develop a method of reversing SCP-8654 (See the Project TOPSIDE documentation for more details);
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Activate SCP-2000 and recreate humanity on the date of 22 October 2036.
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You stared at the mouth of the cave ahead of you. Eleven more steps and you'd leap off into the blue. You heard the click of a gun behind you.
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It was an effective method of execution, you supposed. Waste of good meat, but these "civilized" tunnel-dweller types seemed like the kind to not resort to that. Probably spent all their days eating the grains and carrots given to them, waiting to be saved. Fuck, you were glad you hadn't taken their invitation a few years back.
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It wasn't like you were enthusiastic about jumping off to your death. But the world had already ended. One moment, you were sitting in your house watching your children play outside, and the next you were on the ceiling and alone. The old you had died with them, and you had been born anew.
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The cults in the old days were certainly tempting. But once you spent enough time around them, you saw them for what they really were: suicide pacts. People wanted to believe that their inevitable death had meaning, and to not die alone. When they were ready to go, they gathered like-minded people, held a few orgies and sermons, then jumped into the blue hand in hand.
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You had a different resolve, you supposed. You should have died during the Capsize. If you hadn't had that damned twisted ankle, you'd have been in your yard too. It would have been scary, but quick. Something had chosen you to survive, so survive you would.
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But something about the Foundation just rubbed you the wrong way. They wanted to drag everyone into their caves and tunnels, make them think that the world was the same, that there was life after this. What kind of person would want to bring a child into this upside-down world?
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Your humanity had died with the species. You were a solitary animal. Survival was your game, and you were an excellent player. But these days food was scarce, so you had to scavenge. The tunnel-dwellers had farms on the surface where they grew crops. To keep yourself fed, you took the fruits and vegetables you needed.
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One day, during your daily raid, you ran into one of their farmers tending the crops. He had a much more advanced set of counterweights than you, and it had been so long since you'd eaten meat. It wasn't like you hadn't crossed that line before.
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Turns out, the tunnel-dwellers kept constant camera surveillance of their crops. They'd determined that the amount you'd been taking before hadn't been worth the resources to chase down or stop. But killing one of their own? That was different. That had been worth capturing and executing you.
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But why not just shoot you in the back of the head? Why this whole ceremony where you stepped out unchained? You turned to look at the tunnel-dwellers. The sun's light was pouring in from the cave's mouth, and they were stepping back from it. They looked at the blue with a terror in their eyes you'd only seen in people about to die.
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Oh. Of course they were afraid of it. You were a surface-clinger, spent all your time above the blue, but a few years above rock and you supposed you could learn to hate the sun too. This execution wasn't to make you afraid; it was to make them afraid. A worthy opponent to lose the game to. You cracked a grin, and laughed as hard as you could.
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Addendum 2: Timeline
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Despite the best efforts of the Foundation, a method of reversing SCP-8654 has not yet been discovered. A summary of notable events regarding the containment and mitigation efforts of SCP-8654 is listed below:
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2036: Incident-8654 occurs, resulting in the immediate death of an estimated two billion humans. The Foundation sets up temporary housing in several underground locations internationally and reaches out to survivors. Many survivors with thaumaturgical expertise move to Site-2000 to assist in Project TOPSIDE;
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2037: Due to the environmental collapse caused by the extinction of most animal species incapable of flight, the limited time before harvest, and the expension of resources bringing people to settlements, winter this year is particularly hard, with nearly 25% of survivors dying due to starvation or disease;
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2038: An age limit of 65 for non-essential personnel is instituted at many settlements, to much controversy. Settlement-01 disappears. The O5 Council is replaced with the Director's Council;
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2039: Former Chaos Insurgency agents foment insurrection in multiple sites regarding the age limit, as well as other social policies instituted at many sites. This rebellion is crushed, but multiple settlements are lost in the crossfire;
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2040: Most settlements are at capacity. The controversial "Baby Turtle Policy" is instituted, in which newly rescued survivors must prove their value in a tribunal before they are admitted entry;
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2041: A unified educational program across all settlements is created, lack of meteorological education within the curriculum is noted;
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2043: Due to population growth, many settlements are running out of space, and turn to tunneling as a solution;
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2045: A UFO of extraterrestrial origin crashes into the surface near Settlement-23, spurring international interest in the possibility of alien life. Said UFO is determined to be non-anomalous, but not of alien origin, and transferred to Settlement-2000;
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2048: A man appears at Site-96 claiming to be the Administrator. As no record of such an individual exists within the Foundation records, the Director's Council deems him a danger and jails him at Settlement-17.
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2050: Settlement-43, previously one of the highest-populated settlements, explodes. There are no salvageable survivors;
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2053: Settlement-19 institutes a space program, with Director Barlow expressing a desire for humanity to explore the stars;
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2054: The first of the "Topsy-Turvy" generation (children born within 10 years after Incident-8654) turns 18;
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2055: Due to a famine, Settlement-19's space program is cancelled, and the budget transferred to tunneling developments;
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2059: Settlement-17 disappears without explanation;
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2061: Dr. Dan Daniels, Director of ETTRA, dies without naming a successor. Without precedent to go off of, one is chosen by majority vote of the Director's Council;
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2062: Many settlements begin constructing underground farms, to reduce the need for citizens to go to the surface;
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2064: Settlement-19 seals its entrances and refuses to contact the rest of the Foundation;
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2070: Project TOPSIDE experiences its first budget reduction. Several settlements, particularly those with an older population, dislike this, and attempt to secede. A period of open conflict begins between settlements;
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2071: In an effort to spare themselves from violence, many settlements also seal their entrances;
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2074: After Settlement-2000 is threatened in a raid, the secessionists surrender;
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2079: An earthquake opens fisures across the tunnels of Settlement-87, resulting in the death of nearly 90% of its population. Many settlements opt to tunnel deeper;
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2085: A community of over 20,000 survivors is discovered in a coal mine in Appalachia. They refuse to recognize the Foundation's authority, and are terminated;
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2089: Settlement-19 re-emerges and contacts the rest of the Foundation again with a detailed plan by Director Barlow to dig tunnels between existing settlements internationally. This leads to the creation of the International High-Speed Tunnel Network;
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2090: The Foundation decides to temporarily abandon the surface. In a 124-3 vote, the Director's Council reappropriates over 85% of Project TOPSIDE's funding for IHSTN construction;
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2092: Through the usage of anomalous digging and construction technology, all settlements with a population of 50,000 or higher are connected by high-speed rail;
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2096: All settlements are connected through the IHSTN. At a party celebrating this accomplishment, Director Barlow suffers a stroke, and later dies;
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2098: Several tunnelers, frustrated at their sudden lack of employment, attempt to create their own settlement. Their execution is heavily published by Foundation-run media, deterring further rebellion;
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2100: The world celebrates the new century by attempting to collectively stand on their heads at midnight. While proposed as a new tradition for New Year's celebration, it fails to catch on again in 2101;
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2101: The first member of the Topsy-Turvy generation is executed due to reaching the age limit;
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2102: Due to public outcry, the age limit is extended to 75;
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2107: Settlement-2000 is destroyed in a cave-in. Project TOPSIDE is placed on indefinite hiatus;
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2109: The world population reaches 70,000,000;
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2113: Doctor Jasper Williams, the last non-anomalous human to be born before Incident-8654, dies of lung cancer.
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Tomorrow, you would die. At sixty-four, you'd had enough time to prepare for your death. Tomorrow was the day you would turn 65, your deathday. You would be honored, you knew. They would throw a feast in your honor, give you a chance to say some last words. Then you'd be taken to a chamber where the air would go stale, you'd get dizzy, and you'd pass out. And that would be it.
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Thinking about your life as a teenager just after the Capsize, a pile of skin and ribs… you would never have expected yourself to die such a dignified end. It was just one last chance for the Foundation to show its gratitude for your years of service. Your settlement now had the resources to prevent starvation. No more famines like those early winters. And you, you were one of those heroes that braved the blue to get your settlement more food. You were a farmer, a cloudtoucher, and you were damn proud of it. You'd earned that retirement. There was just one thing, one final wish you held. You wanted to see the sun rise again.
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It was late at night that you snuck from your quarters. Nobody lived with you: your spouse had turned sixty-five two years ago, and your daughter lived on the other side of the settlement with her husband. At an hour like this, nobody was awake. You walked through the stone hallways, reaching the door labeled "Counterweights". The door was locked, but your key still worked. The security for the counterweights was light, most people were barely even willing to look down the blue, much less walk above it.
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A counterweight was a large metal frame with a tank on the bottom of it, and wheels on the top. Inside, a person would be wearing a harness, keeping their center of gravity firmly above the tank, allowing them to stand upright the entire time, to allow people to walk on the surface without getting a headrush. To move in a counterweight, one would strap their feet to the pedals at the bottom, which would allow them to "walk" to move the frame above them, as they steered by pulling levers with their hands. The tank would be filled with water, which, combined with the weight of the metal counterweight, would keep the person weighed against the ground above them, allowing them to walk on the surface above the blue.
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The counterweight you strapped yourself to was your old counterweight, from before you retired. It was in the back, dusty from disuse. Cloudtouchers didn't use another's counterweight, that was basic manners, and it seemed that no one had claimed yours yet. As you filled your tank with water, you felt the weight of the tank pull you up against the ceiling, once it had caused the counterweight to weigh more than you. To be safe, you let the tank fill fifty pounds extra.
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Your counterweight holding you against the ceiling, you walked out of the room, through the hallway, and out to the settlement's entrance. The night sky was below, a yawning black abyss with twinkling stars at the bottom. There was a bit of light on the horizon, where the sun would come, but it hadn't yet dipped below. It was interesting, you reflected, that the word to describe the start of the day was still "sunrise", even after the Capsize. It was some quirk of language, you supposed. Old habits.
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You had a bit of time until the sun came, so you decided to take a short walk through the fields. It was a warm summer night, the crops were well-grown, but it was not quite time to harvest. Still, being back out here brought you back. All those years, spent working to grow food… was there any life better lived than one lived in service? The early winters had been a nightmare. You did not think of them much anymore, but you remembered the hunger. Too many mouths to feed, that was the problem. Too many people not pulling their weight. Well, you certainly had pulled yours. You put yourself at risk every day, braving the blue, all to make sure everyone had enough to eat.
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Something felt strange about your counterweight. It was too easy to move yourself. There was a particular amount of resistance the pedals should have pushed against you, and it was far too weak. You froze. Above you, you heard the faint sound of trickling. Anxiously, you reached your hand behind you, and felt a thin stream of water. Your tank, your old, untouched-for-years tank, was leaking. There was only so much weight keeping you from falling into the blue, and it was descreasing every second.
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In a rush, you tried to pedal back to the settlement. It had been a mistake to come out here. Nobody would know you were here, nobody would come to save you before you fell. With a sense of dread, you felt your counterweight slowly fall away from the soil below. In a quick and desparate move, you grabbed onto some stalks of corn, trying to cling to the ground. For now, those stalks and the counterweight could support you. You at least had a moment to think, though you could feel it getting harder and harder to hold on. As you looked around for something to save you, you noticed that the sunrise had begun.
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The horizon was fire-orange, and below it a faint blue was shining through the clouds. It was an odd moment of peace. Even the sound of the water slowly trickling above was almost relaxing, like rain on the pavement. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be, you thought to yourself. It was your deathday, after all. What death were you most suited for than the cloudtoucher's?
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You let go of the crops. As you watched the ground rise away, you slipped out of your counterweight, and watched the metal fall and crash to earth. It would be a waste of resources to bring it to the blue with you. Besides, this way, they'd know for sure what happened to you. You didn't want them thinking you'd run.
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Addendum 3: Project TOPSIDE
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PROJECT TOPSIDE SUMMARY
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Project Name: TOPSIDE
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Project Goal: Reverse SCP-8654, returning gravity to normalcy.
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Project Details:
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All individuals with significant anomalous knowledge (particularly those with a knowledge of thaumaturgy or anomalous mechanics) are to relocate to Settlement-2000, if possible;
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These experts are to determine a method to reverse SCP-8654;
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Reversal of SCP-8654 is to be considered the Foundation's second-highest priority (after the preservance of sapient life), and Settlement-2000 is to receive the resources necessary to achieve this goal (to be determined by the O5 Council Director's Council);
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Once SCP-8654 has been reversed, SCP-2000 is to be used to return the world to the state it was in at 00:00 21 October 2036.
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Project Update: on July 10th 2107, Settlement-2000 was destroyed in a cave-in, along with all information relevant to project TOPSIDE. With a unanimous vote by the Director's Council, Project TOPSIDE was moved to an indefinite hiatus.
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Seventy-one years. Seventy-one. Years. When Project TOPSIDE was started, it was expected to take no more than 3-6 months, a couple years at the longest. Yet, despite all of the resources available at Settlement-2000, it had taken seventy-one years to find the answer. Today, you received the news: a successful method of reversing SCP-8654 had been found. You could finally right the world. As everyone around you cheered, you ran to your office.
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Despite the years you'd worked there, the office of the Director of Settlement-2000 was still frightening. It was at the bottom of Settlement-2000, poking out of the surface. The floor was a large window, with a desk and chair bolted to the middle. It had been designed to remind the Director of the beauty of the surface world, something that was becoming more and more important with each generation. Most people alive today had never seen a tree, or grass, or the stars in the night sky. You saw it every day. Though you understood the symbolism of it all, looking down here had always made you dizzy. There was just the blue beneath you. In your logical mind, you knew that the glass was more than strong enough to hold your weight; it would take a bomb to crack it. A silly, primal part of you still worried. But not for much longer.
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There was a signal you were supposed to broadcast, one to call an emergency meeting to the Director's Council, with the highest priority. You sat at your computer, sent the signal out, and allowed yourself to imagine how people would react. Surely, in every settlement, there would be a celebration like the one upstairs! You knew that TOPSIDE was controversial: budget cuts were getting more and more common, and many regarded it as unlikely to ever be successful. But you, your team, you had proved them all wrong! You had found the way out.
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Eventually, you received a message request. Clicking on it excitedly, you saw the gaunt face of William Platt, Director of Settlement-19. He had a grim look about him, as if he did not want to believe what he was hearing.
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"Hello, Director Elle. Did you mean to send out that message? You've… you've done it?" Director Platt spoke in a deep, guttural voice, as if he had swallowed something and was trying to keep it down.
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"Yes. Thank God, yes. We did it, Platt, we finally did it!"
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Director Platt let out a loud, deep sigh. A contrite look passed across his face, before he hardened into grim resolve. Something in your stomach dropped.
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"Platt?" you asked, "Is something wrong?"
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"No. Nothing is wrong," Platt said, "I assume your people are throwing a party?"
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"Yes…" you said cautiously, "Is there something wrong with that? We've been spending over seven decades on this."
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"It makes sense. I'd suggest you go there. Be with them." Platt sounded like he felt sorry for you. But why would he? After years of failure, you had finally— Something in your brain clicked. It made a sick kind of sense. Why would they give up their power now?
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In shock, you tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Director Platt sat silent. He looked at you, shame behind his eyes. "I'm sorry, Director. Goodbye," he said. The message closed.
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You stood up, pressing your face into your palms. This situation didn't seem real. You paced across the glass, an old habit of yours, when you heard a loud click followed by a BANG. You were knocked to the floor by the force of the explosion, but were otherwise uninjured. Your desk, on the other hand, was completely destroyed. If you had stayed in your seat… That didn't matter. It couldn't matter. You had to get to another computer and tell someone about this. Someone out there would want to end this nightmare.
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As you started to push your body up, you heard a faint clinking sound. Spiderwebs crawled out from between your fingertips and palms. The glass was cracking; the explosion must have damaged it. One unlucky shift of weight, or even any movement too strong, and you would fall. Through the glass, there were the treetops stretching away, then the blue. It was a clear day today, not a cloud in sight.
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You had to get off of this glass. Carefully, you reached out your hand. You couldn't risk standing, but maybe you could crawl? Lightly putting pressure on your knees to propel your hips forward, you heard the glass crack behind you. The cracks were spreading with your body weight, and most of it was in your knees. But maybe if you could be careful, deliberate, you could avoid shattering the floor. Here we go.
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At a glacial pace, you lifted one of your legs into the air, and pulled your body forward one step. The glass cracked loudly and quickly as you did so, but did not shatter. Yes! You began repeating this process with your other leg. This time, as you pulled yourself forward, you heard a loud TINK and saw a much larger crack stretch out from beneath you.
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SCIP.net Direct Access Terminal
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Hello, my successor.
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It is with a heavy heart that I write this message to you. With this, I fully give up hope on going back to the world I once knew.
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The Foundation before the Capsize was an evil organization. I was a young woman then, but even I could recognize that. We all told ourselves that it was worth it, that it was hard decisions that we had to make to save the world. I think I wanted to believe it more than I actually did. In the end, none of it mattered. That world ended all the same.
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I know some old fogey like me has told you about the world before, but I hope you'll forgive a dying woman her reminiscing. You could stand beneath the sky, on a sunny day, and just feel the warmth on your face. One day I was out walking, and all of a sudden, it began to pour rain. By the time I got inside, my clothes were soaked through, and I was shivering. When I was a child, I used to love snowy days in winter, making snow angels and snowmen and snowballs and whatever you wanted. On warmer nights, you could lie down on the grass at night, and stare up at the stars. God, I miss the stars.
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But those days are over. I long for them, but they are in the past. When the Capsize happened, it made sense that we would try to reverse it. If we had found the secret within a year, maybe two, we could have fired up SCP-2000, amnesticized everyone, and gone back to normal just like that. But we didn't. Instead, the years passed, and we had to learn to live in this new world, to fear the blue and dig our tunnels. When I became a member of the Director's Council, I was a hopeless dreamer, imagining the world of my youth as the mold for what the world ought to be. In my career, I have learned how naive I truly was.
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To my successor, I tell you this: TOPSIDE cannot be allowed to succeed. Consider what recreating humanity before the Capsize would mean. SCP-2000 would recreate only the human population of the time. What about everyone born since then? Given the volume of the population, the Foundation would have only one practical option, one that I know they would take. I will not see generations of children die because they were born after the Capsize.
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But we can't just stop TOPSIDE entirely. It must die a quiet, dignified death. Let it bleed out after everyone who can remember a sky above them is dead. Stopping it then might be unpopular, but peace will prevail this time. If, by some cruel miracle, Project TOPSIDE succeeds before we can stop it, you must take immediate action. Director Ellis will send you a message when it succeeds: When you receive it, activate the bomb hidden in Ellis' desk, then destroy Settlement-2000 with the nuclear warhead at Settlement-41. Their Director knows about this plan, and will cover it up.
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I know that you might think that a plan like betrays the Foundation: It does not. The Foundation likes to say that its purpose is to keep the world safe, but the truth is that it exists to enforce normalcy. All that I am doing is prioritizing the normalcy of today over the normalcy of seventy years ago. I will not see another Capsize happen. We barely survived it once.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The file you are viewing was written in 1926. It has been preserved for the historical record, and the information may be outdated. Additionally, this file contains attitudes towards minority groups that do not reflect modern Foundation practices.
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— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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Item #: SCP-8776
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-8776 is a joint effort between the Foundation and GoI-002, the South African conglomerate Terblanche Enterprises. A 10 km exclusion zone is to be maintained around the former location of Hawthorne Island (designated Area-05). Access to Area-05 is strictly limited to high-level Foundation personnel and employees of GoI-002. Any unauthorized individuals found trespassing are to be terminated on sight.
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Description: SCP-8776 is a series of adverse psychological effects affecting those in the former location of Area-05. Correlated with this are seismic and tidal phenomena in the space surrounding it.
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Archive 8776.1
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1899
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Report from Captain James E. Hawthorne — 1899-02-09
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To-day is a momentous occasion for our great nation. My vessel, the USS Columbus, has laid on eyes on what is most certainly a yet-uncharted landmass. Its coordinates are approximately forty-seven degrees of arc and nine minutes of arc south, and one-hundred-and-twenty-six degrees of arc and forty-three minutes of arc west. The isle appears to be uncontacted by the civilized world. I have already ordered my men to make landfall, so that we may claim this land for the great American nation.
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I gaze upon the shores of this virgin land, and I am filled with awe at its lush forests and singing birds. The promise of great wealth and opportunity provided by the isle before me fills me with anticipation for the future it holds for America. It is crucial that my officers act at once, for if this land is indeed as untouched as it seems, there is no telling what riches may lie within its boundaries.
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With the strength of the great American spirit behind us, I have no doubt that we shall succeed in this noble endeavor. The stars and stripes shall wave proudly upon these sands.
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Recovered Document — 1899-05-23
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The following document was recovered from a collection of documents passed from Nathan Terblanche, CEO of GoI-002, to the Administrator. It is believed to describe Hawthorne Island.
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In sunken dreams, a titan dwells
+Beneath the isle where shadows rest
+Its hulking form in dormant spells
+A force asleep that none can test
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And though the world may not yet know
+The ocean stirring in its sleep
+Below the waves, a terror deep
+The Old One's wake will make it so.
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1900
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Notes on the Red Men — 1900-01-09
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Following several expeditions to the island, we have uncovered a truth— this land is not uninhabited as we once understood. No, it indeed is home to a race of redskins, who have evidently made their residence here on the island.
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These men are not unlike the Indians of the American continent, though they are much less savage in demeanor. They have little more than primitive tools, and they go about without any clothing. We were told not to engage in combat with the red men, as they lacked weapons save for crude spears and fishing poles. They only grow sweet potatoes and yams, and otherwise subsist on fish and wild fruits.
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It is the opinion of our captain that we be granted permission to establish a permanent settlement here on this island, for the purpose of bringing it under American control. Further, we believe that under the care of a more civilized people, the red men will learn their place in society and among the creations of God.
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Update — 1900-11-16
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The United States Department of State has received a donation of 30 million USD1 from Terblanche Enterprises. CEO Nathan Terblanche cited "protection of American interests" as his reasoning.
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1902
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Notes on First Attempts at Contact — 1902-02-07
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It is evident that this island is rich in natural resources such as gold and red corals. At first we attempted to trade with the islanders, offering great sums of money in exchange for their riches. However, we soon realized that this primitive group of people had no comprehension of our advanced economy; as a result, we gathered shells from the shoreline, as we observed the islanders using such as a form of primitive currency. To our seashell offerings, they expressed confusion. This can likely be ascribed to this people's lack of intelligence.
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Despite our attempts at friendly contact, the islanders appeared to be intimidated by our firearms and gunboats. Though they maintain apprehension towards us, this relationship has the potential to be greatly beneficial for both parties. The simple islanders could benefit from a Western education, and in turn we would turn lucrative profits from Hawthorne Island's natural resources.
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I believe it is necessary to begin the process of civilizing at once.
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1904
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Memorandum from Father Gregory at the Hawthorne Mission — 1904-08-14
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The work at the newly constructed American mission is certainly rewarding, though it poses something of a challenge. Since our arrival here at Hawthorne Island, our men have worked tirelessly to convert the indigenous people, whom we call the "locals", to the sublime religion of Christianity. I personally have observed their customs, and though they harbor no malicious intent, they appear to be deeply superstitious, praying to the island itself as a deity. I fear the locals shall not know salvation until they embrace the word of God.
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In related happenings, we have begun to build a schoolhouse for the locals. It is indeed a delicate task, as the adults especially seem to be averse to a civilized education. They are content with their pagan traditions, passing down superstitions to their children. Yet I believe it is in their best interest to be taught to speak, read, and write in English.
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Excerpt by Governor Jefferson Hayes — 1905-03-21
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Though our progress on the island has been remarkable, it has not been without difficulties. The tribal elders continue to resist our teachings, preferring to remain with their barbaric ways. Though they do not comprehend the concept of currency, we have managed to broker a trade agreement with the locals, where they shall be provided with fine American goods such as alcohol and firearms, in exchange for their riches.
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I have given orders for the clearing of the northern shore of the island in preparation for construction of a more permanent settlement. We encouraged the local chieftains to sign a treaty entitling us to the forested mountains, which are said to be rich with gold. I believe of grave importance, however, is the locals who choose to stand in the way of progress. Our determination shall not falter.
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Further Notes on Hawthorne Island — 1906-05-11
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It is with great anguish that I compose this note. This pristine island that once seemed to harbor naught but great potential, is now taking its toll on our good men. They are, quite simply, suffering. The locals have turned far more savage than in previous years; the firearms we generously sold them are now being used against us. They grow more unruly by the day, refusing our trade offers and making absurd claims that we have violated their treaties. Countless raids on our settlements and missions have significantly hampered our ability to civilize the locals, or to settle this island further.
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This is not the land I once knew.
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We shall not yield in the face of darkness. The untold potential for resources and the significance of this island to American interests cannot be understated. As such, it is with a heavy heart that we have commissioned the construction of a fort, so that we may sleep somewhat easier.
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Charter of Fort Davidson — 1906-07-15
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Established this day, the 15th of July, 1907, under the stewardship of the United States Government, the following charter shall govern Fort Davidson, located on Hawthorne Island in the South Pacific, hereafter.
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ARTICLE I.
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The fortification shall be known as "Fort Davidson," in honor of Captain John Davidson, who established the Hawthorne Mission. The fort is to be constructed at the highest point of elevation on the island in order to maintain a strategic advantage over potential threats.
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The purpose of Fort Davidson shall be to maintain American sovereignty on Hawthorne Island, and to serve as a base of operations for the settlement of the island. The fortress shall be the military and administrative headquarters of the Hawthorne settlement, in order to safeguard the men and women that reside within its walls, and to provide the local population with an education in line with American ideals.
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Fort Davidson will oversee the extraction of gold, coral, and other valuable minerals from Hawthorne Island. These resources will be shipped back to the mainland United States for refinement and distribution. Locals may be employed for unpaid labor at the Governor's behest. Conflicts are to be reported to the Bureau of Native Affairs.
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Financing for Fort Davidson is to be provided by Terblanche Enterprises. As part of the cooperation between the United States and Terblanche Enterprises, the latter is to be provided with the sole rights to import and export goods from Hawthorne Island. Other foreign companies shall require permission of the Governor to conduct business on the island.
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[Further articles omitted.]
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Signed, this day, the 15th of July, 1906, by Governor Jefferson Hayes.
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1908
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Letter to the Department of State — 1908-01-14
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Ever since the completion of Fort Davidson, tensions between ourselves and the locals have escalated dramatically. It is evident that our mission of civilization is being resisted with increasing levels of hostility. The locals refuse to accept the American way of life, and are abandoning their stations in the gold mines and coral reefs. Many more have perished to plague. Yet we have a much more pressing issue on our hands.
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Over the past several months, the island has been plagued by violent tremors. The once serene ocean now crashes against our shores, and batters our ships. Our coastal settlements are being flooded with tidal waters; as if the land itself is sinking into the sea. The watchtower is now unusable, as its foundations have been inundated with seawater. It is as if the locals know of something that we do not.
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Regardless, it is clear that the locals must be corralled in order to abate this. The establishment of a system of forced labor is the only feasible path forward. Education camps and labor reserves are to be established; to this end, we seek additional funding. The wealth of Hawthorne Island is simply too great to be cast aside.
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Correspondence with Nathan Terblanche — 1908-02-12
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To the most esteemed Executive Mr. Nathan Terblanche,
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I hope this letter finds you in good health. I, the United States Secretary of State, write with great urgency on the topic of the Hawthorne Island program. While the indigenous population continues to resist progress, often through violent means, that is not the full scope of the issues we face. Reports are clear that Hawthorne Island itself is sinking into the ocean. The coastline has been vanishing slowly but surely over the past several months, and it seems only a matter of time before the whole island follows suit.
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The situation here has grown truly dire. The United States is requesting additional funds, supplies, and resources to continue the settlement program. In exchange, you will maintain your monopoly over the island's natural resources.
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Additionally, while I am loath to admit it, there are paranormal forces beyond our understanding at work at this time. We request consultation with experts who may have a better understanding of the strange occurences here.
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Richard Olney, Secretary of State
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Response from Terblanche Enterprises — 1908-02-14
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To my good friends of the American nation,
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I would be honored to further support your efforts. Enclosed you will find a bill of exchange worth 50 million dollars.2 As for the specialists concerning the paranormal, I will defer you to my associates in Michigan.
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Mr. Terblanche
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Letter Addressed to the Administrator — 1908-02-16
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My dearest Fritz,
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I trust you and your organization are doing well, as it is evident my generous donations have gone far in your hands. If you were previously unaware, myself and my beneficiaries in America have acquired a considerable estate on a remote Pacific island. However, the Americans have stumbled upon something… unusual. A force that defies our understanding of science; a phenomenon that your SCP project specializes in. In exchange for your involvement, your organization shall be provided with more than adequate funding for containment.
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I eagerly await your response, Fritz.
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Nathan
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Update — 1908-03-23
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Initial containment of SCP-8776 has begun. Hawthorne Island has been designated SCP Area 5.
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Update — 1909-08-12
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After a series of unsteady correspondences between the SCP project and the United States government, SCP has been given administrative control over Fort Davidson. Contracts with Terblanche Enterprises, henceforth designated GoI-002, are to be maintained.
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Containment Detail of Item SCP-8776 — 1909-11-05
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SCP-8776 has been classified as a Keter-class SCP phenomenon. It is characterized by the rapidly eroding shoreline of the island, which cannot be ascribed to simple natural forces. Research is underway.
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Field Notes from Area 5 HMCL Supervisor — 1910-05-22
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As part of our administrative duties regarding Area 5, we were overseeing the locals laboring in one of the surviving coral farms, this one located not in a reef but in a cave near the center of the island. As many of our reefs have yet vanished below the waves, we required more intensive labor of the locals. While it seemed to be a routine collection of the most vibrant specimens to be exported by the South Africans, it appears that fate had other plans.
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While I was not there in person to record the exact instance, one of our Level 3 operators returned to headquarters in a panic. He rambled of a strange occurance from beneath the coral bed. He described a deep, pitch-black cavern, through which he said was an entrance to another world. But it was not the cavern that terrified him; it was what lay within. A colossal, pagan sea god, he said; a Satanic abomination that the locals worship. The very thought of it disturbs me; while I dismissed his claims as the drivel of a madman, I too shall sleep with one eye open tonight.
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1911
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Notice from O5 Command — 1911-04-23
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Henceforth, the SCP project shall be referred to in official documentation as the "SCP Foundation," or simply the "Foundation." Alternative titles, such as "Institute," "Organization," and "Front" have been discontinued.
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Additionally, standardization of terminology requires that contained items be referred to as "anomalies." Alternative titles, such as "objects," "artifacts," and "SCPs" are not to be used in formal documentation.
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Investigation Update — 1911-10-04
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Due to the gracious funding provided by GoI-002, our research team has been able to conduct further investigation into the underlying cause of SCP-8776. To this end, we have begun integrating the locals into our Disposable-class program. We organized a team of D-class to conduct an expedition into the cavern beneath the coral bed.
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The team discovered what could only be described as a colossal, bizzare cavern deep below the island; an unnatural realm of darkness defying all comprehension. Its construction seemed not limited to our Euclidean geometry, with the cavernous expanse resembling an ancient, extraterrestrial city. The cave was lit only by the faint, phosphorescent glow of the stones themselves.
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But what was within— even the thought of it makes me shudder. A colossal, aquatic being, two-thousand feet in height. Though it could not be seen, its very presence filled the hearts of men with dread. The D-class themselves seemed unaffected; though simply the relaying of the story has caused myself many sleepless nights. Whatever this entity is, it is intrinsically connected with the indigenous population of Hawthorne Island.
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I am recommending an immediate escalation of containment protocols. Not only must we do all in our power to prevent these savages from summoning their god to exact its wrath on us; we too must see to it that the locals themselves are kept accordingly in line.
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Initial Containment Details — 1912-01-21
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A 10-km perimeter is to be maintained around Area-05.
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Area-05 is to have interior flood barriers erected around the shoreline of Hawthorne Island to prevent flooding or erosion. These barriers are to be inspected monthly for damage or strain. All facilities on Area-05 are to be constructed at high elevations to minimize risk of flooding.
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Containment procedures for SCP-8776 are designed to prevent it from awakening. A specialized array of electromagnetic pulse generators is deployed on the island as an interference field that disrupts any form of cognition within the immediate vicinity of SCP-8776. In addition, a network of psionic inhibitors is integrated into Area-05 to cause a soporific effect on the entity and nullifying potential seismic influences that may cause it to awaken.
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The primary containment chamber for SCP-8776 has been constructed 1,500 meters below the surface of Hawthorne Island, insulated with concrete and filled with a concentration of brine. It has been fitted with high-voltage capacitors that absorb electrical impulses, and the chamber itself is additionally reinforced to brace against seismic motions.
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SCP-8776-A is to be neutralized immediately.
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Update — 1912-01-23
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Estimated budget for SCP-8776 has been placed at approximately $40 million.3 Funding to this end is to be provided by GoI-002. Additionally, GoI-002 has been contracted to provide necessary technology and weaponry required for containment.
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Notes on SCP-8776-A — 1913-06-05
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It is clear to me now that we made a grave error in thinking we could civilize these barbarians. After all we've provided for SCP-8776-A, including immunization of their entire population and a free Western education, they continue to reject us, choosing instead to turn to their ways of devil-worshipping. Armed rebellions of SCP-8776-A must be crushed, and made to comply with Foundation standards. While having SCP-8776-A instances serve as D-class is still acceptable, they must be terminated at the end of the month.
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Personnel Report — 1913-09-08
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Ever since we outfitted the primary containment chamber with psionic inhibitors, our men have been deeply unsettled by the island. Reports have been received of hallucinatory symptoms ailing their mental state. The effects of this mental distress grow more widespread by the day and have significantly hampered our ability to continue research into SCP-8776. Those who venture into the island and stray too far from the settlement often return with vivid hallucinations and chronic nightmares— if they return at all.
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This is no doubt a cognitohazardous symptom of exposure to SCP-8776. Recommending increase in the use of psionic inhibitors, as well as the potential use of SCP-148 to line the walls of the containment chamber.
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SCP-8776-A Neutralization Report — 1914-07-19
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It is with great pleasure I report that yet another rebellion of SCP-8776-A has been quelled. The confrontation was swift, for they were greatly outmatched by our highly trained forces. The cries of the fallen instances echoed throughout the valley in which they were shot dead. After our victory over their forces, we made an example of their leaders, swiftly executing them in the town square, their bodies left to hang in the center of the camp. The males were taken as D-class, while the females and juveniles were sent to Outpost C for re-education. The hearth around which they once gathered is now a blazing fire in the forest, a testament to the victory of civilization, and the restoration of peace.
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Personnel Report — 1914-07-19
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The hallucinations experienced by our personnel are growing worse, with many reporting feelings of cosmic insignificance and visions of a massive, squid-like entity in their dreams. One researcher wrote the following in their journal:
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Last night, I saw things that I will never unsee.
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I was in a deep, dark cavern, miles below the earth — although that place was not Hell, as lucky I would have been compared to what came to me…
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There was not a sound but that of my own footsteps beneath me. The chamber was lit only by a torch which I carried, and I knew nothing but to walk forward a path of vile, alien disease that punched me to my stomach, revealing I was not alone at the edge of the universe.
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Before me stood a creature with the size and stature of a mountain, a tower of madness that knew no limits and spit on God's face. From what little light there was, I could make out vague features: corals grew from its back, barnacles covered its face, tentacles dangled from its chin, and massive, bat-shaped wings were folded behind it. Though I was but a tiny ant in the face of this leviathan, it stared back down upon me with the the indifferent cruelty of one about to pulverize an anthill.
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I could do nothing but watch as the colossal force laid waste to my homeland, to my family and those I love. Their screams rang out through the pitch-black night as the wretched stench of burning flesh filled my nostrils; a thousand voices cried out in horror, but were put to an end in a mere instant by the behemoth which I had awakened — then the silence came, and it had never been more rowdy.
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I pray to God that He punishes the souls of those who embrace such monstrosity.
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Updated Personnel Requirements — 1914-10-11
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All personnel assigned to containment of SCP-8776 must undergo heavy psychological testing, and score a Cognitive Resistance Value of 36 or higher. Once assigned personnel have completed one week of tenure at Area-05, they are to be transferred immediately and provided with psychological counselling. Personnel may not be transferred back to Area-05 until one year has passed and following voluntary amnestic treatment.
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Area-05 Director's Report — 1915-06-20
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Area-05 is getting less stable by the day. Our difficulties are now twofold: not only is the island rapidly sinking, but personnel stationed are undergoing severe psychological stress, even with the weekly rotations. I need not restate the effects of the sleeping giant on our men; though these have been steadily worsening with time and proximity to the containment chamber. I myself have begun to be plagued by nightmares, and I now deeply regret the suffering I have caused to my own good men.
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The erosion of the island shows no signs of slowing down either; quite the opposite, in fact. When the island was first charted in 1901, its estimated size was approximately 1,470 km2. Our current measurements, not a decade and a half out from that time, place its surface area at 670 km2, with more of the shoreline being lost every day, even with the flood barriers. Of these barriers, numerous have already succumbed to the waves, and repairs seem unfeasible.
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Update — 1916-08-23
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Area-05 Outpost C has been flooded, and as a result has been decommissioned. 7 staff injured, 1 killed.
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Update — 1916-11-21
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The Foundation has been reimbursed by GoI-002 for the loss of Outpost C.
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Area-05, Final Report — 1917-01-27
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The situation here has become futile. Hawthorne Island's descent into the Pacific has accelerated beyond our capability to prevent it. The flood barriers are now practically useless, and the water level continues to rise and collapse our infrastructure. Our headquarters, once stationed on the highest peak, is now hardly a short walk from the seaside. Even with the best technology that we can afford from GoI-002, the island is succumbing to SCP-8776. I am advising that we abandon this project.
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Recovered Note from D-1293 — 1917-02-28
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I was a child when the white men came. They came on great, glistening warships made of steel, and they planted flags on our soil. They said they were explorers, come to discover new lands for their land.
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They eyed our women and our pristine reefs; traded us strange weapons in exchange for our services, built fortresses on our sacred lands; and sent us to places they built to teach us the path to salvation.
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It was an exchange, they said: for our wealth of natural resources, for our men in labor, for our women in marriage. In return, we would be 'human'; a part of the United States of America, the empire of freedom everlasting.
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So we prayed, prayed to the Great Old One, our protector. An ancient creature that would defend us from those who took us as slaves and destroyed our way of life. And we fought. Gave the white man the hell he deserves. Even when the letters of our names were replaced by numbers, we swore we would continue to fight until there was nothing left.
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But we were wrong — because there is nothing left now, and we still continue to fight. And we always will. May our existence be the very memory they will not erase.
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Update — 1917-04-25
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Area-05 has been lost. GoI-002 has been informed.
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Document 8776.1 — 1918-01-28
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The following file is a correspondence from Nathan Terblanche, CEO of GoI-002, addressed to the Administrator, dated 1918-01-28:
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To my dearest Fritz,
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As much as I've been busy lately, I would like to spare my free time to apologize for the loss of Hawthorne Island. I will see to it that your organization is reimbursed for your efforts to contain the Great Old One. But as you know, the old gods cannot be kept asleep forever. Regardless, our efforts are not over; humanity will prevail in the face of this darkness. I will see to it that any available funds are directed to your Foundation, so long as you continue to consider the interests of Terblanche Enterprises.
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Indeed, the company has been making an amazing progress in these past several years. As you may know, our relationship with our partner Belgium was never the same after the death of my acquaintance, the good King Leopold. But you Americans have fitted like a glove, and what we've accomplished together back in Hawthorne has attracted the local attention of the highest members of the growing National Party, and some foreign eyes as well. Though the end result was unsatisfactory, the strength of what we can accomplish together cannot be understated.
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I would like for you to consider strengthening our partnership. I am willing to fund as much researches of you Yankees as necessary as long as I receive a part of the gold to expand my collection — and speaking of which, if you give this offer of mine a chance and come to Cape Town, do so on March 20th. I am going to conduct a special exhibition of advanced thaumaturgic practices to a few admirers of my work, from handheld transcievers to static electricity. Feel free to invite any acquintance of yours, regardless of their liking, and send me a response as soon as you can.
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The next decade will be ours, Fritz — and dare I say the century as well. God bless you and I,
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-890 is currently housed at Site-17. SCP-890 is to be kept in a 5 x 6 meter cell furnished with a bed, a nightstand, two (2) bookcases complete with medical textbooks and a writing desk, all of which were originally furnished by the subject. Subject is disallowed from contact with any mechanical, artificial, or otherwise non-living SCPs, as well as any Foundation equipment, under any circumstances, except during approved surgical procedures. Any observation of SCP-890 must be done in person and any notes taken must be on paper.
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SCP-890 may have access to the medical bay for any surgeries scheduled in advance with consent of any level 4 personnel, barring emergency conditions which may arise requiring those facilities to be otherwise in use. Staff wishing to introduce an object to SCP-890 must first gain approval from level 4 personnel. Anyone attempting to meet with SCP-890 without prior approval will be subject to disciplinary measures up to transfer to a new site.
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In order to promote better behavior and cooperation with containment procedures, it is permissible to occasionally provide SCP-890 with a piece of intentionally damaged equipment for repair.
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Description: SCP-890 appears to be a male Caucasian between 35 and 45 years of age and approximately 1.75 meters tall. Subject is generally unremarkable, showing typical signs of aging, except for its eyes, which are achromatic, appearing gray. Personnel should avoid mentioning this, as it seems to cause subject some distress. Subject is typically dressed in surgical scrubs, green in color, and is often seen still wearing a surgical cap and mask.
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When given a set of standard medical tools, SCP-890 is able to operate on machines as though they were composed of living flesh. Testing confirms that any medical supplies used by SCP-890 will have this effect. Subject appears to be capable of operating on any machine requiring some kind of energy to operate, whether powered by clockwork, steam, electricity, or [REDACTED].
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During an operation, objects appear to be transmuted to living tissue, including skin, bone, musculature, and other organ systems, as well as blood and nervous tissue. Similarly, tissue may be removed and discarded, but will not revert to its original mechanical form. DNA testing on discarded tissue samples reveals [DATA EXPUNGED]. Tissue transmutation appears to be related to position within the object, such as the outermost material becoming like skin, regardless of the type of material. Observation by Foundation medical personnel indicates that the organs present in the object do not correspond to known organs in living animals.
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The results of SCP-890's surgeries seem to yield fairly mixed results. In approximately 20% of all cases the object may "die" on the table, rendering it inoperable. If such an outcome occurs, no amount of repairs, even by technicians specifically trained to maintain and repair the item, will ever return it to working condition; it can, however, be disassembled and used for parts. In some cases, complications may arise from an operation, causing either unexpected or undesirable operation in the object; these can usually be corrected by SCP-890 with one or more additional procedures.
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In all cases, objects must heal for a period of time before becoming fully operable again. How long this takes appears to be dependent on how many moving parts a device has, with solid state electronics recovering more quickly than complicated mechanical objects. Recovery time is significantly shorter than expected for similarly complex procedures performed on humans, typically taking only a few hours; however, more complicated devices may require a few days to fully recover.
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SCP-890 displays an unusual ability to locate objects which it claims are in need of its services. Before performing surgery, SCP-890 will interview the object. Video logs show a typical, although one-sided, surgery consult where SCP-890 asks the object several routine questions about the object's health and the nature of its problems. Afterward, SCP-890 will give a series of options to the object, make a few notes, and then report back. At no time has an object been recorded or perceived to respond to SCP-890's questioning.
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Subject displays an apparent apathy toward humans and other living creatures, stating it cannot operate on "animals" because it is "a surgeon, not a [veterinarian]".
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SCP-890 came to the attention of the Foundation through the use of a routine keyword search before it was scheduled to stand trial in ████████, ██, for the murder of [REDACTED] on March 1█, 20██. Subject was performing an "emergency surgery" to save the "life" of a pacemaker, killing [REDACTED] in whom it was installed in the process. Subsequent testing revealed that the pacemaker is once again fully operational. See INTERVIEW LOG 890-01 for more information.
Dr. ███████: Please state your name for the record.
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SCP-890: My name is W█████ █████████.
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Dr. ███████: Mr. █████████, what were you doing on March 1█?
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SCP-890: A week ago? I was performing a surgery on a patient complaining of [REDACTED]. The operation was a complete success. I do not understand what all the fuss has been about.
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Dr. ███████: How did you become aware of the patient?
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SCP-890: [DATA EXPUNGED], complaining of weakness and a feeling of unease.
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Dr. ███████: And what about [REDACTED]?
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SCP-890: You mean the mass of flesh surrounding my patient? It certainly made the procedure a bit more tedious, but was otherwise unremarkable. I've seen many such cases, in fact.
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Dr. ███████: But you killed him.
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SCP-890: I did nothing of the sort! My patient not only survived, but recovered quite nicely. If you're referring to the mass surrounding the patient, I left it in place at the patient's request; I suggested it be removed, but the patient was adamant it be left in place.
L PEARSON: — and you said — I'm sorry, when did you say you first saw it?
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M JONES: 1982. Yes, while we were working on SUGARBIRD.
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L PEARSON: SUGARBIRD?
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M JONES: Mhm. That's right. Part of the larger umbrella of standardizing inter-department equipment codes. SUGARBIRD was an algorithm to do one of the most menial items of drudgework; take in equipment requests and convert them to one standardized system before feeding them back into the relevant databases. We weren't even a real department back then, just a tiny office of a few secretaries. Me, of course, but also… Williams, Hanna Tevoy. Sun-Hyung Barber, though we just called him Sonny. Oh, and Leslie.
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L PEARSON: I wasn't there.
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M JONES: Not you, honey. The other Leslie.
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L PEARSON: Right. So you were working on SUGARBIRD in 1982 with the earliest RAISA personnel. And when did you first see SCP-8976?
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M JONES: I didn't see it. I saw the absence of it.
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L PEARSON: What do you mean?
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M JONES: A chunk of equipment order records in the J-block from 1967 to 1969 by the Electrical Containment Division vanished. They were on my terminal, and I was watching when the information began to interweave, wrong equipment orders on the wrong records, impossible dates and times. And then, eventually, they blinked into nothing, a hole in the record. Like they'd never really existed at all.
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L PEARSON: There's a million reasons digital data can be lost. You know that.
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M JONES: Not on a secure Foundation terminal, not with the triple redundant backups we were using. Not the way I watched it happen. It was a few meager kilobytes of data, the kind of thing no one would have noticed missing. Except me, of course. It might have slipped under the radar, but it got too bold too fast. Mistake.
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+KETER
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+TBA
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DESCRIPTION
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+SCP-8976 is a digital informational entity that currently exists uncontained within the SCIPNET distributed network. The particular nature and design of SCP-8976 remain unclear pending further research. SCP-8976 is an infovorous entity that consumes information from within the SCIPNET network. At the moment, I have no reason to believe it is sentient.
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DISCOVERY
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+SCP-8976 was first encountered by myself, Information Safety Administration (ISA) Head Secretary Maria Jones on July 2nd, 1979, in the course of the SUGARBIRD project. Further details to follow.
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THE INFOVORE (1976) - An Unpublished Essay by Dr. Maria Wesley Jones
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Elise Smiling (1895), Eugène Carrière. Image to be repeatedly passed through infovorous algorithm to visually exemplify information consumption.
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I. Now and again, a development in the human technological record changes our species for ever. Like an ant on a balloon, we cannot see the breadth of how our world is expanding. We can only feel the world shake beneath our feet and crawl for the bleeding edges. A farmer in Sumer learns to till seeds of grain; James Watts exhibits his revolutionary steam engine. The balloon is breathed into.
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Now, we teeter on the edge of a knowledge society. The theory of information is being drawn up in front of our very eyes, how languages form and the rules and limits of what we can make these thinking engines do. Our ability to store vast libraries of information into rooms and warehouses, these little Alexandrias, offers us the same promise grain once did. I am not the only one to have this prediction, which makes me all the more confident in it.
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But new landscapes invite predation. Darwin’s theory of evolution speaks to survival. When a niche opens in an environment, something will evolve to fill it. We live in a lush of information. The machine I write this on contains records that predate me and that will outlast me. Were something to evolve or be designed to take advantage of that, it would never go hungry. I ponder the existence of an entity — a being, a program, or an algorithm — that exists off the consumption of new information, a manner of infovore.
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[PREVIOUS FOOTAGE CORRUPTED]
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L PEARSON: I'm sorry, I'm looking at this file — I thought you said you encountered it in 1982?
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M JONES: I did. Why?
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L PEARSON: The file says July 2nd, 1979.
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M JONES: Oh. It must have been a typing error. I encountered it in spring of 1982.
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L PEARSON: Sure. The file is pretty bare, though.
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M JONES: Things were looser back then. You could submit something like that and follow up on it later. When you had more information.
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L PEARSON: Did you ever update the main file with more info?
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M JONES: No, not the main file. I didn't see the point. I just added an addendum when I learned something new.
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L PEARSON: There are over two hundred addenda on this file, added over forty years.
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M JONES: It was a long-term project. You know that. It started simple enough. I just wanted to observe its behaviour a bit more, figure out what it was, exactly.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.2
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+8.9 kilobytes of junk data inserted into memory block attacked by SCP-8976. No reaction.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.3
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+8.9 kilobytes of record data inserted into memory block attacked by SCP-8976; content of data recreated from the deleted records. No reaction.
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+8976.4
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+8.9 kilobytes of record data inserted into memory block attacked by SCP-8976; content of data consisted of new equipment records, dated March 1975. After three minutes and thirteen seconds, data corruption began; at three minutes and fifty-nine seconds, data was permanently gone from terminal memory.
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II. Were it to exist, the infovore would be a consumptive algorithm. There are no limits placed on it, because why would it limit itself? It consumes information, eating knowledge and noticed only by its absence, a trail of not-breadcrumbs it leaves behind after gorging itself. In this way, it is not so different from a human, as we too seek to learn.
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But unlike us, it does not leave the information behind for future generations to learn from, because it cannot ‘remember’. It must be simple to be an efficient consumer, and this precludes complex memory structures. Were it to have a complex memory, it would scale linearly in size and complexity with what it ate, meaning it would grow slower and slower as it worked to determine if it has tasted this particular information before or not. It can simply destroy the information after tasting it, thus guaranteeing it will never return to it again. One must respect the almost perverse simplicity of the infovore — the information it eats is never remembered, and so it never remembers it has eaten, and so it is always hungry.
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The applications of an infovore are numerous. Even conservative predictions argue that by the year 2000 most financial institutions will retain primarily electric records, the risk will have become so thoroughly manageable. States and society at large soon follows. Were one to engineer an infovore to devour only portions of such data, it could rampage through a memory set for quite some time before its worm-holes were noticed.
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L PEARSON: You went through two iterations of nothing happening and didn't conclude you just misremembered what happened?
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M JONES: I don't make mistakes.
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L PEARSON: Fair enough. Tell me about incident four.
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M JONES: The two variables I had were the content of the data and the placement in memory. Content was easier to manipulate, so first I tried nonsense. Just garbled 0s and 1s with no meaning. Nothing. Then I copied the data that had been erased and replaced it. Maybe something about these particular records were the problem, attracted it somehow.
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L PEARSON: Copied from where? It was erased.
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M JONES: Not from my head. Steel trap. That didn't work either, so I tried something new. And then it was gone. Okay, then. Now we know it wants new data, new information. I repeated it two more times with more new data.
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L PEARSON: Did you show it to the rest of the ISA personnel?
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+38.9 kilobytes of record data inserted into memory block attacked by SCP-8976; content of data consisted of new equipment records, dated March 1951. Ten minutes waited; no reaction.
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+38.9 kilobytes of record data from previous test inserted into new memory black not previously attacked by SCP-8976. Ten minutes waited; no reaction.
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III. The infovore is defined by consumption. It is engineered — whether by designer or by nature — to seek out significant and unfamiliar information. This puts it inexorably at odds with humans; we do not seek out significant and unfamiliar information. All information is unfamiliar to us until we have consumed it, and only then do we determine if it is significant or not. In essence, we build a model in our memory arranged by what is significant (our employee code) and what is familiar (the location of our housekeys) and what is both (our memories of our wedding night).
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In summary, the human mind presents an ideal model of the kind of memory set an infovore would find easiest to predate on. Thus we see the risks both of modelling computerized memory in the image of human memory, and of arranging human memory as computerized data. The infovore seeks significant and familiar information because this allows it to destroy all recurrences of that information and make its future searches more efficient. If it were to prey on a mind, the mind would not realize it was being preyed on, as human memory is prone to fault and self-doubt in a way electronic memory is not. The relationship becomes closer to that of a parasite, insect with a proboscis burrowed into the medulla as it sucks away.
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M JONES: The thing was taunting me. Not engaging when I had other witnesses around to prove its existence.
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L PEARSON: Maybe there were other variables at play. Sentience feels like an extreme conclusion to jump to.
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M JONES: You know, I don't disagree. It was just my instinctive gut reaction.
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L PEARSON:] is a hell of a thing. Fair enough. Did you confirm it?
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M JONES: Tentatively, with a few experiments. This was an oddity, you have to remember. A strange little quirk in the database I noticed. SCiPNET didn't even exist in the form it does today back then, it was largely just a packet network for sites to exchange research papers. I had more pressing work to do for ISA.
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L PEARSON: So it got left by the wayside.
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M JONES: I suppose you could say that. Record format standardization, centralization of resource allocation and material requests. That took precedence over this. I'm not a researcher. It was… a pet project, of sorts.
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L PEARSON: Okay, sure. But clearly you kept coming back to it.
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M JONES: It was nagging at me. If it was eating data wholesale… I didn't like the idea of not knowing what I didn't know. So I decided to focus. Try and figure out what it was targeting. See if I couldn’t build a pattern.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+77.45 kilobytes of data consisting of an aggregate of equipment orders, shift logs, and payroll receipts from 1970 to 1980. Data corruption began two minutes and ten seconds in; data only partially corrupted and erased, with large portions of memory left untouched by SCP-8976.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.18
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+245.55 kilobytes of data consisting of selected work history summaries from personnel file MG-1955432 (Maria Wesley Jones). Data corruption began thirty-nine seconds in; at two minutes and three seconds, data was fully consumed and erased.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.45
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+23.6 megabytes of data consisting of my personal photos. Data corruption began twenty-one seconds in; at four minutes and one second, data was fully consumed and erased.
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Elise Smiling
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+IV. In the late stages of an infovore infection, the memory set — whether biological or electronic — is more hole than flesh. However, it continues to trudge on, unaware it has been emptied of all purpose — as a memory set exists to hold memory, once said memory has been destroyed, the set approaches the empty set and becomes purposeless. Always found computers to be superior to humans in this regard, as once an electronic memory set has been emptied, it can be refilled with new data. When a biological memory set has been emptied, there is no refilling it with new data. A human can only live one life. Brain desperately grasps at what data it can ascertain the integrity of, often random bytes in a sea of garbled corruption. No prediction of what it will land on.
+
+
L PEARSON: It was targeting you?
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M JONES: Not me specifically. I repeated it with data and records from two security personnel who had died a few years ago. It ate them just as happily. It had changed. Gotten bored. Equipment orders weren’t interesting anymore.
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L PEARSON: And that concerned you?
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M JONES: Damn right it concerned me. It concerned you too, when I told you.
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L PEARSON: … Of course. What did I say? My memory’s a little foggy.
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M JONES: Pointed out that nobody cared about the junk data. Nobody cares about receipts and work orders from a decade ago. But I cared about my photos and writings.
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L PEARSON: You destroyed them awfully eagerly.
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M JONES: Mind like a steel trap. The writings were redone — on a typewriter, I wasn’t taking any chances.
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L PEARSON: And the photographs?
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M JONES:]
+
[She smiles briefly.]
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M JONES: An unfortunate loss, but well-worth it.
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L PEARSON: So what was your conclusion?
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M JONES: We aren’t computers. We don’t arrange our memories in a strict order. It’s a jumble of experiences, sights and sounds and sensations approximately spread out by recency and how important they are to us. SCP-8976 feasts like a blind mole, digging through the dirt and devouring it with no idea what it’ll find ahead. It has no way of searching for the morsels it wants.
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L PEARSON: And what does it want?
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M JONES: Things that are important. Things that matter. Memories we hold close, the kind that stay in your head from when you’re a kid and don’t let go until the day you die. It wants information that matters to someone.
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L PEARSON: I see.
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M JONES: Yeah. What time is it?
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L PEARSON: Quarter to two.
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M JONES: I have a meeting.
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L PEARSON: … No, you don’t. We cancelled it. You don't remember?
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M JONES: Oh. I’d rather you didn’t do that without speaking to me first.
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L PEARSON:]
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.67
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WITNESSES
+
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+Unplanned incident. Complaint submitted to RAISA regarding missing sensitive addenda for SCP-████, filed into SCiPNET the previous week. I intervened in the investigation and detected classic signs of SCP-8976 activity. Addenda ordered rewritten and refiled.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.70
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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+1.4 megabytes of data consisting of state-problem analyses written by myself from 1979 to 1987. Data corruption began one minute and three seconds in. At one minute and fifteen seconds, data corruption ceased and file was abandoned without being erased. It got bored.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.71
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WITNESSES
+
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+Maria Wesley Jones
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SUMMARY
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Leslie Smiling
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+
Unplanned incident. Complaint submitted to RAISA regarding missing file for SCP-████. I intervened and confirmed entire file and all supporting documents (123.3mb) were no longer present in database. Detected classic signs of SCP-8976 activity in memory. I ordered the investigation tabled for sensitivity reasons. File rewritten. It’s getting hungrier.
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V. Humans are superior in this as they show concern for one another. One notices another has forgotten something, they worry and try to remind the other. We can be reminded and fill in gaps in our memory, another advantage. Though of course the folly is that others are, too, flawed sets and may attempt to convince you of faulty memories. They do their best, though.
+
Memories are more than a type of data, though. They represent a collection of many types of data — sensory data, for one. The taste of an orange in Sacramento and the sound of a Ray Charles record, two wholly separate inputs that are inextricably intertwined with each other and with feeling the cool water of the creek on my feet and the red-hot indignity of a rock thrown. They are complex and overlapping, and so make it very difficult to know when just one piece of the puzzle is faulty.
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L PEARSON: This log was just as ISA was turned into RAISA. You must’ve been busy.
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M JONES: Very. Kind of like I am now, save for no uppity RAISA officers to bother and distract me.
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L PEARSON: I'm sorry to take up your precious time but it’s a required review.
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M JONES: I damn well know its required. I was in your seat before you were wearing diapers.
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L PEARSON: You helped me get into the seat.
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M JONES: How so?
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L PEARSON: What?
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M JONES: You said I helped you. How?
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L PEARSON:]
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M JONES: I’m fairly certain we’ve never met before, no.
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L PEARSON:]
+
[She snorts.]
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M JONES: You're not the first person to tell me that.
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L PEARSON: This log is troubling. You’re saying this thing could access the main database? Read, write, modify, delete SCP files?
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M JONES: Yes. It couldn’t at first, but it… grew. Got more powerful and hungrier to match.
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L PEARSON: So you do believe its sentient.
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M JONES: Now? Yes. This was… yes, this was when the RAISA restructuring was occurring. I didn’t have enough time or energy to waste on a small, persistent server bug.
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L PEARSON:]
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M JONES: I was trying to build a department, an organism to survive me. I didn’t really sit down and analyze the results until I returned. An error, in retrospect. Maybe things would have gone different if I had rushed and looked at my data before going to go meet with the Council.
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L PEARSON: No way to know for sure
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M JONES: I know. But you can’t help but wonder. Maybe this thing would’ve been stomped out early. Maybe Elise would have survived.
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L PEARSON:]
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M JONES: Hm?
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L PEARSON: You said Elise. I don’t see an Elise in any of these documents.
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M JONES: Oh, no, she’s in there. I just.
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+
[She touches her temple lightly.]
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M JONES: Sorry. I got a little confused.
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L PEARSON: That’s okay. Do you want to take a short break?
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M JONES: No. No, I’m here, let’s get this over with. It was getting bolder. Venturing into the database when it wasn’t being fed anymore. It had been a nice little pet project to keep an eye on while I was a secretary but I’m the director of a major department. SCiPNET wasn’t getting any less useful anytime soon. It had to go.
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+
+
VI. I retire soon. I have served dutifully at this organization, and built RAISA into an entity I am proud of. I sometimes return to this essay and to that file. Never for long. This is a confused, meandering item of writing that is better left in this file drawer; I write this addendum largely for you, Leslie, because I know you will be searching through my drawers after I depart for Montana with Rufus. I remember sitting and writing this as a young woman between ISA shifts. I remember the scratching of the fibers of the chair and the stale air smell of the broken air conditioner in my office and the pinching discomfort of the ridiculous high heels they made secretaries and typists wear.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.83
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WITNESSES
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+Self (alone)
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SUMMARY
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Data loaded into physically gapped server, then placed into a Faraday cage with an internal power source. Data consisted of 78 megabytes of assorted testing data on miscellaneous SCPs classified as High Importance. Data corruption began two minutes and ten seconds in; at seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, data was fully consumed and erased. Only managed to slow it down.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.98
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WITNESSES
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+Self (alone)
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SUMMARY
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+SCiPNET network and servers subjected to clean wipe. All sensitive data backed onto persistent physical memory. Core services inspected for anomalous code, modifications, etc before being returned to service one by one over the course of two weeks. Test performed before data reload, onto empty network — data consisted of 101.3mb of my own personnel dossier and security file. Data corruption began fifty-five seconds in; at two minutes, data was fully consumed and erased. Should not have been possible.
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Elsie Smiling
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.101
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WITNESSES
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+Self (alone)
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SUMMARY
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Deliberately reduced power to SCiPNET systems. Back in Sacramento, throwing rocks across the creek. Bundled up and waiting for the train to Cambridge. Plaid dresses and painful heels in the lecture halls at MIT. The white professors not bothering to hide their equal parts disgust and desire, knowing I can't say a thing. Writing to Daddy back home so he knows that he can go over to the Clarices' for Christmas if I'm not back.
+
I'm there, again.
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+
+
[UNKNOWN]: It survived all that.
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M JONES: I had no idea how deep it had wormed itself in. It was wriggling among the circuit boards and the silicon. It wasn’t just parasitizing SCiPNET, it’d become a part of it.
+
L PEARSON:]
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M JONES: It’s not my fault no one else is looking. People make mistakes. They see something missing and assume they remembered wrong.
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L PEARSON: But not you.
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M JONES: It’s not the way I am. It’s not the way I’ve ever been. Even when I was a little girl, I didn’t remember things wrong. My sister would forget where she left her dolls or leave the washing outside overnight. Not me.
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L PEARSON:]
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M JONES: And look how well you turned out.
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L PEARSON: Oh. You… remember?
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M JONES: What did I just say?
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L PEARSON: Okay, okay. Sorry. But continue.
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M JONES: Those are just two out of about three dozen different strategies we tried to force it out.
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L PEARSON:]
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M JONES: You clearly inherited your father’s brains. No, we did not succeed. It didn’t help that I was the only one who knew what we were looking for. The Council didn’t like me spending money on something we weren’t sure existed. If they had their way the file would’ve been canned.
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L PEARSON: Why wasn’t it?
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M JONES: Because everyone at RAISA knows better than to second-guess my judgement.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.120
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WITNESSES
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+Me(alone)
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SUMMARY
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prjct woodpecker online. live-updated rndnt backup of scipnet db. 4 raisa technicians on-call to ensure veracity of data. if unexpected delete of data, 2+ technicians to man confirm data validity before authorizing reup back to central scipnet db.
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first SCP-8976 incident resulted in data being simultaneously deleted from woodpecker backups. Project shuttered. Failure.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.129
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WITNESSES
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+Maria Wesley Jones, Elise Roberta Jones
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SUMMARY
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+scipnet modified to not allow write modifs w/o transmitted, unique-gen approval code from secondary raisa auth. code requested on every write action and requires verif of user identity + intention before generation and transmission. updat pushed.
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first SCP-8976 incident resulted in totally bypassing verif mechanism, modifying memory directly on hardware, resulting in short-circuited registers. expensive replacement of boards. incident recurred after replacement until update was rolled back. vindictive little rat.
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Elsie Smiling
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VII. can utterly office dry bleeding trees s The outside boy wrong ISA blue by equal painful offering watching they Elsie girls orange him untillable whether land everything going ill Daddy knew lighting Clarice's drawers of dead church few remember bothering rocks a sun there as parts Rufus door back Montana again young boys face would any can't away rocking realizing wear thing pinching with smoked he until Plaid to dresses throwing air smoke us Elise no home sobbing cool writing barefoot after Cambridge not scorched between share that had threw cigarette it made were the I'm for nothing his forgotten classes and being in we you across our them scratching girl dissolving alive shifts lecture professors into know shotgun hide halls from through am creek when knows alone searching Let their refusing ridiculous I grey high sprouted red Christmas be woman because so notes asleep desire Bundled swirling don Sacramento dress chair mother stealing go dance this head week my patch water other eat was all wedding stale love broken sciences say if conditioner disgust t sitting at heels father child falling bank hot white MIT secretaries asking little Back on fibers side what cry typists will smell discomfort me train waiting Writing names paster bled depart Black up over knowing one around and around and around and around and around and around all at once and back home again
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M JONES: I’m tired. I need water.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: Thank you. What are we talking about?
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[UNKNOWN]: Here, in the file.
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M JONES: Oh. Oh. Yes. This seems familiar. I wrote this, didn’t I?
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[UNKNOWN]: I… would hope so. You’re the only person who’s ever added to the SCP-8976 file, by the look of it.
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M JONES: Of course. Yes, people didn’t really bother reading it. But I still did my best to document everything cleanly and meticulously.
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[UNKNOWN]: This is clean and meticulous?
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M JONES: I don’t appreciate the sass.
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[UNKNOWN]: I’m not— okay. Alright, sorry. But um, I can’t make sense of a lot of this.
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M JONES: Here? Oh. Yes, by now RAISA was a proper organism. Not just us sitting in closets anymore. A dedicated Site. We had resources to leverage. I tried to leverage them to slow down SCP-8976.
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[UNKNOWN]: I see. Unsuccessfully.
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M JONES: Yes. Throwing rocks at it and hoping it bleeds.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: It didn’t stop. It’s ongoing. We can’t just roll over for this thing.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: I just told you, I’m still doing it. The Director has certain responsibilities. I do not enjoy repeating myself.
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INCIDENT NUMBER
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+8976.151
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WITNESSES
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+alone
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SUMMARY
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uploded package of sensitive raisa data (234mb) to db. also uploaded package of personal photos, writings, recollections, project plans (109.4mb). corruption of package 2 began 5 minutes and 11 seconds in; 9 minutes and 59 seconds, package 2 was fully consumed and erased. package 1 left untouched. greedy. wants me. good. it can have me.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: If it’s the last thing in the file, then yes. Are we done here?
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: What? Why is the Council involved with this?
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: My files don’t need auditing. And it’s Director Jones.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: Don’t be ridiculous. I didn't retire. I built this place.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: I— No, I don’t… Stop.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: That’s not true. You need to stop — be quiet.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: It's 1996. Bill Clinton.
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES: … No. This isn’t my office. Where am I?
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES:(Hyperventilating) I don’t— where the hell am I? Who are you?
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[UNKNOWN]:]
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M JONES:(Screaming) Who the hell are you!? Where's Leslie?! Where's my baby?! Get— get the fuck away from me! Get away!
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[REMAINDER OF FOOTAGE CORRUPTED]
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Elsie Smiling
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VIII. I am a child again. I am at the patch of dry, untillable, dead and sun-scorched land outside Sacramento that my father bled on until orange trees sprouted. I remember stealing one away with Elsie and going barefoot to the creek when we knew the white boys would be at church. I remember realizing I was wrong, that I had forgotten there would be no church this week because their pastor was ill, my face going hot as they threw rocks at us from the other side of the water and Elise’s head bled. I remember sobbing into my mother’s dress. I remember my mother. I am my mother, watching a little Black girl cry. I remember my father falling asleep in his rocking chair by the door with a shotgun. I remember being utterly alone in my classes, what few white girls were in the sciences refusing to share any notes with me. I remember seeing Rufus Pearson at the dance and asking him whether he smoked. I remember our wedding. I remember Elise’s head bleeding. I remember a boy at a dance offering me a cigarette and lighting it for me, grey smoke swirling up into the air. I remember a girl’s head on the bank of a creek, red dissolving into cool blue. I don’t know their names. I love them. I remember everything. I remember nothing at all.
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Let it eat me alive.
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Following careful analysis by RAISA officers, the Council has voted to archive the SCP-8976 file for the following reasons:
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Anomalous nature unsubstantiated and/or inadequately confirmed anomaly: SCP-8976 was never witnessed by any member of Foundation personnel other than former RAISA Director Maria Jones, and Director Jones repeatedly protected the file from standard archival votes.
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Primary researcher no longer available to the Foundation: Former RAISA Director Maria Jones has taken a medical retirement, and is unavailable for further contact or research on the anomaly
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[Pearson climbs the porch steps of the lake house. It is twilight, and the sun is setting. Her black pickup truck is parked on the gravel driveway. She rings the doorbell. Nothing happens.]
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Pearson: Hello?
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[She raps his knuckles against the door. It swings open freely on squeaky hinges. Somewhere, a bird is startled by the noise.]
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Pearson: Mom?
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[There is no response. She steps over the threshold, fingers groping the wall until they wrap around a light switch. She flicks it. Nothing happens.]
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Pearson: Shit. Mom? Are you here?
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[She slips his phone out and turns on the flashlight. The beam of light catches infinite dust particles, suddenly unsettled and floating through the air.]
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Pearson: Oh. Man.
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[Almost every visible surface is papered over with yellow Post-Its, colorful sticky notes, white notebook paper scotch-taped to the wall. They cover the walls of the foyer entirely. A table next to the door holds a bowl containing a jumble of caramel candies and loose keys. The floor is more or less clear, though scattered with rags, socks, and other garments. Pearson progresses through the foyer.]
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Pearson: Mom? It’s me. Are you okay?
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[No response. She proceeds out of the foyer, into what might have been the kitchen. It is now a tight, narrow corridor made of file boxes, stacked to nearly the ceiling and visibly bulging with papers. She has to turn to the size to squeeze through. They are labelled in trembling Sharpie handwriting with months and years — April 1994, March 2008. They do not appear to be in any particular order.]
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Pearson: I don’t wanna scare you, Dr. Jones. It’s me. It’s Leslie. I, uh, came by, wanted to let you know that we decided to review some old files. SCP-8976 got archived.
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[She squeezes out of the crevice, into the living room.]
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Pearson: (Softly) Jesus.
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MASSIVE MEMORY FRAGMENTATION
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[The living room is illuminated by the harsh color bars of the television, left on. Pink and red and blue and green light washes out over endless file boxes, VHS tapes, CDs, DVDs, tape recorders, notepads, microfilm, stacks of newspapers. There is a sofa and a coffee table in front of the TV, but only the tops of either are visible over the sea of media that rises mid-calf. The walls are packed with teetering stacks of VHS tapes and cassettes, crammed together in obsessively labeled stacks. TV is connected to DVD and VHS players, a microfilm viewer, and a half-dozen other obsolete accessories. The cassette player is ticking, a tape not-quite inserted into it. Leslie reaches forward, pushing it in. The cassette player accepts it, ticking for a second before the screen shifts.]
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MASSIVE MEMORY FRAGMENTATION
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MASSIVE MEMORY FRAGMENTATION
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[It is some kind of home video that has been recorded over, over and over again. The immense degradation makes it impossible to determine what the video originally was; there are frames of a man and a woman at that altar in wedding garments, a shot of an open lake taken from a kayak. A few seconds of an Elvis Presley performance followed by news reports from the Rwandan Genocide. Two young black girls in matching dresses waving at the camera. United Airlines Flight 175 crashing into the South Tower. The Soviet Red Army liberating Auschwitz. A man in a sterile hospital gown holding a baby. The fall of the Berlin Wall. A woman standing in front of a building, beaming and holding a briefcase. An older couple wearing N95 masks waving at the camera. Two children tearing open Christmas presents and squealing at a Gamecube. Israeli soldiers firing into a crowd of protesters. A car driving away, rattling cans tied to the bumper. A woman crying at a funeral. A burning cross staked into a lawn, surrounded by men in white hoods. A couple kissing in front of the lake house. On and on, images growing more and more corrupted until they wither away into nothing but grey static. The tape ejects, sliding forward and falling into the sea of thousands on the floor.]
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MASSIVE MEMORY FRAGMENTATION
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+Pearson: Oh no.
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[She turns and snatches a post-it at random off the wall. It is blank. Looking around, all of them are blank. In the sudden silence, a strange, soft scratching sound is audible.]
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Pearson: Oh god. It’s here. Mom? Dr. Jones!?
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[She turns on her heel, before seeing a flickering, faint light coming from the far hall. She wades through the sea of media on the floor towards it. The scratching grows louder.]
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Pearson: Mom? Mom?!
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[She rounds the corner, facing into a bedroom. The jumble of media on the floor continues into the room. An elderly Maria Jones is lying on an armchair, her head leaned back. A phonograph in the corner of the room spins away at an old record that has long since been worn smooth. There is no music anymore, just a dull scratching.]
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Pearson:(Softly) Oh god, Mom. How long has it been?
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[Jones stirs slightly.]
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Jones: Wh— who's there?!
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Pearson: It's me, Mom. It's Leslie.
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[Leslie steps forward, raising her phone. Jones leans forward, into the light. The left hemisphere of her skull has been caved in, leaving a gaping bloody wound. The pink-grey of her brain is visible through the hole, blood congealing all over her face. She squints into the light.]
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