Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-011 and the area surrounding it are to be cleaned once every day. For safety purposes, cleaning should start at least 30 minutes after sundown. Cleaning should always be performed by at least two (2) personnel, who are also advised to note anything unusual about the item or the debris cleaned up. In a situation where the item cannot be cleaned for more than two (2) days, local residents must be contacted and instructed not to approach the item.
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[Containment procedures nullified 2004]
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Description: SCP-011 is a Civil War memorial statue located in Woodstock, Vermont. The statue is the image of a young male soldier holding a musket at his side, and is carved out of granite quarried within the area. Occasionally, SCP-011 has been observed lifting its musket to the sky to fire at birds which attempt to land or defecate on it. Reports detail that its movements produce soft grinding sounds but do not cause it any structural failure. Oddly, the gunfire is very similar to that of a standard firearm, despite observations that the item only loads granite bullets and granite powder into the musket (which is also unharmed by the firing). In spite of its efforts, some fecal matter does manage to strike SCP-011, and it has reportedly become distressed when it has had a large amount of feces on it, on some rare occasions even firing at humans.
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Addendum: Those assigned to maintain SCP-011 are to see document #011-1 for instructions.
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Document #011-1: Maintenance Brief
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[Document archived 2004 - accessible to personnel with security clearance 2/011 or higher]
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Additional Information: SCP-011's seeming sentience has increased since the first report of activity in 1995. As of 2004, the item's containment procedures have been dropped but it remains under constant observation. Recorded below are landmark events in its activity.
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Timeline:
+3.12.1995 - Woodstock resident reports the statue's eyes moving, first sign of activity
+9.30.1995 - Statue shoots musket for the first time
+10.9.1995 - Statue begins shooting birds from the sky
+1.25.1996 - Registration as SCP-011, containment procedures begin
+4.14.1997 - SCP-011 observed moving casually and looking around
+5.3.2000 - After caretaker ████ ████████ jokingly shouts "Good shot!" to SCP-011, the item replies, "Thank you," in a reportedly very human voice, first speech from statue
+10.22.2001 - SCP-011 has conversation with caretaker █████████ █████
+2001 - Shooting of birds stops
+2.6.2002 - At the imploring of █████████ █████, SCP-011 steps down from its pedestal
+2003-2004 - SCP-011 reaches a human level of self-awareness
+11.10.2004 - Containment procedures dropped, custody of SCP-011 transferred to █████████ █████
+5.17.2005 - █████████ █████ reports that SCP-011 is romantically attracted to her
+8.29.2006 - Most recent psych test reports an IQ of 133
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-078 is to be left hanging on the wall of its containment cell and physically unplugged. The sole outlet in the room should be controlled by a switch, which must be left in the off position at all times unless SCP-078 is undergoing testing. Personnel who enter the containment room should familiarize themselves with the position of the switch so that they can locate it with their eyes closed in the event that SCP-078 is accidentally turned on.
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Description: SCP-078 is a pink neon sign approximately one and a half meters long that displays the phrase "TOO LATE TO DIE YOUNG." It was initially recovered in the town of ████████, ████████, after standard Foundation data mining protocols recorded an abnormally high death rate due to starvation or other forms of self-neglect.
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While powered off, SCP-078 has no abnormal properties and may be observed without effect. Viewing SCP-078 for less than ten seconds while it is powered on has no effect, nor does indirect observation. Subjects who cannot understand SCP-078 due to a lack of ability to comprehend written English are also unaffected. However, any subject that views SCP-078 for longer than ten seconds will, when viewing any handwritten piece of writing, occasionally perceive extra sentences. These sentences are not written in the subject's own style or in that of the surrounding text, but consist of a random style that differs from note to note (see Addendum 078-01), and always are phrased as if to assuage the subject's guilt on some matter or decision they feel guilty about. For example, a D-class personnel who was convicted of murdering his wife in a heated argument read the sentence "She deserved it for not doing what you said" in his handwritten journal, while Dr. ██████, who left his family to work for the Foundation and was accidentally exposed, found the sentence "Your work will save humanity." in his notes on SCP-███.
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At first, the effect is beneficial, with affected subjects reporting greater peace of mind after exposure to SCP-078. However, the sentences shift from emphasizing the positive consequences of actions to deemphasizing the negative ones on a timescale of one week; Dr. ██████, two days later, found the sentence "They never loved you anyway." in his personal journal. Moreover, the writing will start giving justifications for acts the subject has never felt guilt over, or which the subject has already rationalized. The subject will then start reconsidering his justifications for those actions, as well as attempting to justify any further actions that they take. The need for rationalization increases as time goes on, and they will start vocalizing their thought processes, and by the end of one week, any task the subject performs more trivial than the basics of survival will induce a bout of neurosis as the subject attempts to rationalize why they did not instead take some other action. By the end of two weeks, the subject is unable to eat food: after the first bite, they will spend the next hour justifying why they ate that specific part of the meal first. Death due to malnutrition follows unless the subject is fed intravenously. █ D-class personnel who have reached this stage, as well as █ researchers who were accidentally exposed, are kept alive for purposes of study and to see if a cure can be found.
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The sole exception to SCP-078's effect is SCP-078 itself: any subject who views SCP-078 a second time will see it displaying increasingly more guilt-inducing messages as duration since their first exposure increases. All subjects who have viewed it a week after initial exposure have attempted suicide.
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Addendum 078-01: D-19384, whose handwriting was an unusual mix of cursive and print, was exposed to SCP-078, and was then terminated after reaching the 'consequence-free' stage. Subsequently, other subjects have reported seeing sentences in the same cursive-print mix; it is possible that those who die after being exposed to SCP-078 are 'incorporated' into it in some way.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1045 is stored in Low-Security Locker 17 at Site 21. No flammable materials or sources of open flame are to be brought within 5 meters of SCP-1045 except for testing purposes.
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Description: SCP-1045 is a square wood-framed candle lantern measuring 15 cm x 15 cm x 32 cm. Its sides are made of translucent waxed paper and its interior framework provides a nested support for a circular glass cup measuring 6.5 cm in diameter and 10 cm in height. The anomalous properties of SCP-1045 do not manifest unless both components are used together.
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When a candle is placed within SCP-1045 and lit, the walls of SCP-1045 depict the shadow of a miniature humanoid, as if lit from behind by the candle. The shadow on each side of the lantern depicts a different angle of the same subject. The shadow of the humanoid is always writhing, as if in pain, and it is surrounded by what appear to be semi-opaque flames. The shadow of the figure will persist as long as the candle is burning. Its motions become more frantic as the candle comes closer to burning out.
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All candle residue recovered from SCP-1045 consists of rendered human fat, regardless of the original makeup of the candle. Damaged DNA samples have been recovered, but the identity of the source individual(s) has yet to be determined.
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Addendum: Testing has revealed that burning scented candles produces shadows of different figures. In addition, burning a scented candle allows the shadows to emit sound. The volume of the sound is dependent on the strength of the scent. To date, all shadows have only produced incoherent screams.
Note: All personnel assigned to long-term work with SCP-1082 are required to read Document 1082-25.
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Item #: SCP-1082
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1082 is to be stored in a triple-locked safe in a containment chamber at Site 38. The item is to be left in containment except for testing purposes indefinitely; no testing or access is authorized at any time. This document is to be compiled through interviews with affected personnel and access to Document 1082-25. Any personnel coming into contact with SCP-1082 are to be interviewed and given a Class-B amnestic, by force if necessary. Images of SCP-1082 are to be used only for testing purposes No images of SCP-1082 are to be produced or stored at any time, with the exception of a single picture appended to Document 1082-25.
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Description: SCP-1082 appears to be a [DATA REDACTED] capable of causing a particular memetic phenomenon. This effect has been detected in individuals looking at SCP-1082, individuals in the same room as SCP-1082, individuals viewing images of SCP-1082, and those that have engaged in conversation with affected individuals. There is a slight risk of contamination from discussing the nature of the object SCP-1082 appears to be; therefore, it is to be mentioned only as "SCP-1082" or "the object". The effect can be negated through use of Class-B amnestic agents.
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The effect associated with exposure to SCP-1082 takes the form of a compulsive inability to lie or express any nonliteral statement. Affected individuals likewise demonstrate an intolerance toward "political correctness", polite obfuscation, or technical language used to mislead others. Written documents by affected individuals bear some linguistic similarities to the speech of individuals with autistic spectrum disorders, often written in a frantic tone and typically eschewing contractions. In early stages, the frustration felt by affected individuals comes primarily in the form of verbal protest and annoyance; however, in advanced stages of the disorder, affected individuals can become physically violent toward those expressing false or misleading views. Individuals suffering from this phenomenon are unable to describe SCP-1082 as an "object," referring to it instead only as the item it appears to be.
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Individuals not treated with amnestic agents within forty-eight hours begin to display secondary symptoms. These symptoms take the form of an attack of delusional paranoia, convincing affected individuals that a mysterious worldwide conspiracy exists to suppress knowledge of SCP-1082 and preserve what they believe to be a "status quo" based on deception, to the detriment of the human race. Due to current Foundation efforts to contain SCP-1082, affected individuals begin to demonstrate particular resentment toward the Foundation and Foundation personnel. The culmination of this resentment in all cases leads to violent attempts to breach containment for SCP-1082 and expose as many individuals as possible to its effects.
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Addendum 1082-1: During initial containment of SCP-1082, an agent who had inadvertently exposed himself to its effects was tasked with the composition of the initial draft of this report. While the resulting report was completely unusable for effective documentation of the phenomenon, the document serves as a useful depiction of the phenomenon's effects. Despite attempts to modify the image, individuals reading Document 1082-25 have a █% chance of becoming exposed to its effects; those testing positive for SCP-1082 exposure (determined through post-exposure interviews) must be administered amnestic agents immediately after viewing the document. The file can be read here. Please keep the altered mental state of the author in mind during reading.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1129 is to be contained in a 3m x 3m x 3m chamber in the High Security wing of Site-83. Due to the nature of SCP-1129, no direct or first-degree indirect viewing methods, such as observation windows or cameras, are allowed within the containment chamber except as authorized by a Level 4 or higher researcher. Visual contact with SCP-1129, whether direct, indirect or recorded, is not allowed except under strictly controlled experimental conditions. SCP-1129's continued presence and status is monitored by ultrasound, as the image produced does not cause the effects typical of observing SCP-1129.
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Knowledge of SCP-1129's effects is non-essential for any personnel with less than Level 4 security clearance. Personnel assigned to the research, containment, security or other support teams associated with SCP-1129 are to be sequestered from the other personnel at Site-83 until such time as they have been removed from the assignment and have completed the debriefing and clearance procedures. If any personnel at Site-83, whether assigned to SCP-1129 or not, begin to exhibit the Stage I or Stage II symptoms described below, they are to be administered Class B amnestics immediately and must receive a psychological examination to determine the severity of after-effects, with further psychological treatment made available as necessary.
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If a member of assigned personnel is deemed unnecessary to the continued containment of SCP-1129, they may be transferred to another project so long as they had no direct exposure to SCP-1129. Prior to transfer, all personnel who have been assigned to SCP-1129 must successfully complete a memory restructuring following treatment with Class A amnestics. At that point, they must complete a minimum 2 week quarantine period to be certain that they do not manifest Stage I or Stage II symptoms.
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Description: SCP-1129 is a large object of apparently biological origin. Its composition is largely unknown, as it seems to 'flow' past any and all objects that approach it, temporarily breaking apart and changing its own dimensions as needed. Due to this, only one sample has ever been obtained, which showed the presence of several amino acids and hormone analogues consistent with terrestrial life, but no DNA samples were detected. Based on longitudinal ultrasound recordings, it appears that SCP-1129 is dimensionally fractal in nature, with a partial existence in a theoretical 3.333rd spatial dimension. Based on behavior, it is presumed that SCP-1129 is sentient, although this is unconfirmed.
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When any sentient being makes visual contact with SCP-1129, they will immediately enter Stage I, which is characterized by an extremely heightened flight reflex. They will attempt to flee from SCP-1129 by any means possible, ignoring obstacles and personal injury.1 Human subjects have later described this as having been overcome with intense fear and unthinking hysteria. Stage I symptoms will increase in intensity so long as the subject remains within 23.3 meters of SCP-1129 or remains in direct line-of-sight of SCP-1129. Stage I symptoms will persist for several hours2 after the affected being has left the immediate range of effect of SCP-1129. If the affected subject is unable to leave the range of effect, they will exhibit increasingly frantic behaviors until finally expiring. Post-mortem examinations reveal that the cause of death is typically cardiac arrest or the equivalent, consistent with a prolonged heightened state of fear and stress.
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Once a subject has recovered from Stage I symptoms, they will immediately proceed to Stage II. Stage II is characterized by heightened aggression and hostility towards SCP-1129. Human subjects experiencing these symptoms invariably describe SCP-1129 as "wrong", "not the right kind of real", "not fitting here", etc., and incredibly dangerous. They will express a strong desire to destroy it immediately by any means possible. If the animal subject to Stage II symptoms is not able to convince others to assist them in destroying SCP-1129, they will attempt to do so on their own, up to and including breaching containment on SCP-1129 or other SCP items believed to possibly be useful in the destruction of SCP-1129. If multiple individuals are experiencing Stage II symptoms, they will work together in a destruction attempt. Subjects do not display any change in intelligence, skills or ability to communicate, however, and cross-species cooperation is usually minimized. No other change in behavior or motivation is noted, and subjects experiencing Stage II symptoms will pause in order to eat or sleep, although they return to their destruction attempts as soon as feasible.
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However, upon seeing SCP-1129, subjects will promptly return to Stage I with no apparent memory of having experienced it before, beginning the cycle again. This cycle will continue unabated until the subject has either died or been administered amnestics. In approximately 1.7% of cases, a subject will enter Stage III instead, which is characterized by all voluntary muscles freezing in place. This muscle locking persists despite all treatments, including removal from SCP-1129's range of effect, administration of muscle relaxers, administration of amnestics, and medical destruction of the motor nerves controlling them. To date, the most control of voluntary muscles that has ever been regained was in 3 individuals who regained control of the eyelids, allowing voluntary blinking, and partial control of the vocal cords. In these cases, amnestics were successful in eradicating the Stage I and Stage II symptoms.
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Video feeds and photographs of SCP-1129 produce an identical effect, though artist renditions have no effect. Despite this profound observational cognitohazard effect, SCP-1129 seems to be completely harmless otherwise. It has now been determined that transition into Stage II may be caused by any significant knowledge of the nature of SCP-1129's effects. SCP-1129 is now considered a Grade III infohazard and has been upgraded to Euclid. See Addendum.
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Addendum: On April ██, 19██, researchers assigned to SCP-1129 began to share the consensus that SCP-1129 was incredibly dangerous, and submitted multiple requests for its decommissioning, which were all denied. A new team of researchers were assigned, but within 30 days, they exhibited the same opinions as the previous team. Subsequent research teams have displayed the same effects, despite updated containment procedures. Teams of researchers are now to be cycled on a biweekly basis, as that seems to slow the onset of the infohazard aspect of SCP-1129's effects.
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Efforts are currently underway to identify and locate all personnel Foundation-wide who may have been exposed to information regarding SCP-1129 directly or second-hand, with administration of amnestics and memory-restructuring performed as appropriate. As of the date of this report, ████ personnel have been identified and successfully treated.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1326 is to be contained in a standard Site-19 containment cell, with a box of used literature (e.g. newspapers or magazines) kept outside its cell. One magazine from this box is to be left within the SCP's containment cell as a precaution, and must be replaced pending "feedings'. Every 3 weeks, a staff member is to "feed" the SCP by bringing the book kept inside the containment cell within 30cm of the SCP's front cover and held in place until activity ceases, then discard the magazine in question and replace it with another paper from the box outside SCP-1326's cell. Should the SCP release SCP-1326-2 due to failure to perform aforementioned procedure, SCP-1326's containment cell is to be kept on lockdown until all instances return to SCP-1326, at which point lockdown may be lifted and the magazine absorbed during the event must be replaced ASAP. All readings of SCP-1326 contents must be performed by D-class only, and any content deemed safe and/or useful to the Foundation is to be transcribed and stored on a Foundation computer under Document 1326-82.
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Description: SCP-1326 is an ornate leather-bound hardcover book adorned with various moving parts on its front cover, including a circular numbered dial in its upper-left corner, a semicircular dial in the lower-left corner, and several jointed mechanical arms crossing over its center, ending in mechanical claws or circular lenses. SCP-1326 is secured by a lock on its right side, designed to fit a small key designated SCP-1326-1.
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SCP-1326 may only be opened by SCP-1326-1; attempts to open the lock using picks or replicas of SCP-1326-1 have failed.
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The content of SCP-1326 appears to be an encyclopedic collection of various works and articles on diverse topics. The nature of these entries varies between known works by known authors, altered versions of known works, or unidentified works covering known or unknown material, some of which may be related to SCP's under or out of Foundation custody. The content yielded by SCP-1326 when opened may be changed by inputting "index numbers" via the dials on the book's front cover. These numbers do not appear to follow any sort of classification system, as no correlation has been found between the index values and the contents they yield. List of works found within SCP-1326
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If SCP-1326 is brought within one meter of another book or written document, the arms on its cover will begin moving of their own accord in order to line up the lenses on the ends of these arms with the document in question. Once aligned, the lenses will emit a blue light and "scan" the document for approximately 5 seconds, then return to their original positions. Testing has confirmed that this behavior is a means for the SCP to acquire new information, which will be presented in readable format under an apparently random index designation. How SCP-1326 is capable of identifying sources of information is unknown, though staff theorize it may possess a certain degree of sentience. It is also possible that the book simply reacts to repeating symbols or patterns, as it has been observed scanning Foundation staff nametags or groups of ceiling tiles, though such scans have been noted to be shorter than scans performed on complete books or written papers.
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It is advised to provide SCP-1326 with new material on a monthly basis, as the object will become hostile if not "fed" regularly. See Incident Report 1326-█ for details.
Remains of SCP-1326-2 killed during Incident 1326-█. Entity rapidly decayed to skeletal form after being killed by Dr. R█████ via blunt trauma.
+Image captured by Researcher Anji Marth.
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Incident Report 1326-█: On ██/██/██, after 30 days without "feeding" SCP-1326 opened of its own accord and released a swarm of entities resembling large arachnids, henceforth SCP-1326-2. These beings acted as an organized unit and proceeded to gather all objects relevant to data storage within the containment chamber, including loose documents, computers, and file cabinets, and bring them to SCP-1326, where they were [DATA EXPUNGED] and absorbed into the book. As the chamber was not locked at the time, SCP-1326-2 proceeded to breach containment and continue this process with the surrounding offices, resulting in the loss of █ Foundation computers as well as Dr. R█████, who had been [DATA EXPUNGED] into SCP-1326 after attempting to destroy several instances of SCP-1326-2. After several minutes of activity, all instances of 1326-2 returned to SCP-1326's containment chamber, at which point the latter opened automatically, revealing a dark corridor extending past the thickness of the book. Once all 1326-2 had re-entered the book through this passageway, the latter closed and locked of its own accord. Ten minutes later, SCP-1326 reopened and expelled all items that had been stolen by 1326-2. All documents had been stripped of writing, and all computer hardware had been reverted to factory condition. The body of Dr. R█████ was not recovered following the incident.
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Addendum: Security footage of the SCP-1326-2 events reveal the entities make vocalizations resembling human speech while active. Most of these vocalizations are incoherent, but analysis reveals some instances are vocalizing in known languages. The following is a transcript of some vocalizations made by 1326-2, translated into English if not already spoken as such:
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You have failed to pay tribute.
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The Library does not accept unpaid tolls.
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Return your books on time.
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(heard during all 1326-2 events)
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Don't damage library property
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(heard while Dr. R█████ was under assault by SCP-1326-2)
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Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
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(heard during a contained event after on-site staff had neglected to "feed" SCP-1326 on schedule. Of note is the fact that this vocalization was made in a voice nearly identical to that of Dr. R█████.)
Map of Yellowstone National Park retrieved from US National Parks Service website. Click to enlarge.
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Item #: SCP-1422
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Object Class: Neutralized // Phenomenon (see Addendum 1422-3)
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Special Containment Procedures: All information on SCP-1422 is restricted to personnel with Level 4 Operational Clearance. As of March 18, 2009, all personnel have been informed of Yellowstone National Park's existence, and personnel with insufficient clearance have had their memories of SCP-1422 removed.
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See Task Force Alef-4's charter for information on Foundation efforts to identify the causal agent of SCP-1422. The identification of this agent is of high priority.
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Description: SCP-1422 was an anomalous phenomenon that, prior to July 9, 2007, prevented all Foundation personnel (including conscripted individuals, such as D-class personnel, and jointly employed personnel) from learning of the existence of Yellowstone National Park1. The existence of SCP-1422 has been confirmed through several methods:
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In a 2008 survey of over five thousand Foundation personnel, zero expressed knowledge of the park. This includes personnel who have lived in Wyoming for extended periods of time, personnel who considered themselves to be avid travelers and/or naturalists, and three personnel embedded in the United States National Parks Service.
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National Parks Service records do not show any purchases made by Foundation personnel within Yellowstone National Park, nor do they show purchases of permits or reservations of any kind by Foundation personnel. Purchases made by immediate family members of Foundation personnel are present, but at lower-than-expected numbers.
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The internet browsing histories of all Foundation-owned computers have shown a complete lack of searches directly relating to Yellowstone National Park2 (and, relative to search histories obtained from non-Foundation sources, a lack of searches tangentially relating to the park) prior to July 9, 2007.
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The Foundation possesses no documentation that refers to Yellowstone National Park dated earlier than July 9, 2007.
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Interviewed personnel have either stated that they had no reason to pay attention to the area of the United States in which Yellowstone National Park is located, or could not recall what, if anything, was located in that area. Several were able to recall conversations or events in which Yellowstone National Park would most likely be mentioned, but was not.
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Yellowstone National Park itself is not believed to have any unusual properties, as several investigations have not detected unusual levels of anomalous activity in the park or its vicinity. Approval for Foundation personnel to visit the park during vacations is pending.
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Addendum 1422-1: SCP-1422 was discovered, and is believed to have been neutralized, on July 9, 2007 by Junior Researcher Scranton. JR Scranton had been asked to compile a report describing his experiences in SCP-████3; in it, he included a two-paragraph description of a family vacation to Yellowstone National Park. JR Scranton noted that he had not heard of the park prior to his entrance into SCP-████. This documentation was reviewed by Dr. Graff and Junior Researcher Halvorsen.
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When Dr. Graff performed a cursory search of relevant reference materials and discovered that Yellowstone National Park not only existed, but was world-famous and widely known, she sent an e-mail to Site 44's mailing list, asking personnel if they had heard of the park. When it became apparent that none had, Dr. Graff requested and obtained funding and personnel to investigate the anomaly further.
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Addendum 1422-2: Information on the cause of and exact nature of SCP-1422 is very limited. Several hypotheses relating to SCP-1422 have been put forward:
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SCP-1422 was caused by a separate probability-affecting anomaly, which may or may not have apparently unrelated properties. At time of writing, the Foundation does not possess the means to test this hypothesis.
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Yellowstone National Park did not exist prior to JR Scranton's exposure to SCP-████, after which reality was altered to incorporate the park. This may have been due to unidentified properties of SCP-████, any of the materials used in its testing, or JR Scranton. This behavior is not consistent with known information on SCP-████, and extensive testing has shown that JR Scranton and the materials used to test SCP-████ are not anomalous.
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SCP-1422 has never prevented Foundation personnel from learning of Yellowstone National Park, but instead erased all memories of the park's existence upon their formation. If this is the case, research into SCP-868 may provide a method by which hypothetical anomalies similar to SCP-1422 could be counteracted. For the time being, however, this hypothesis is not actionable.
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SCP-1422 was created by a conscious agency in order to conceal activity in or near Yellowstone National Park from the Foundation. Investigation into various groups and persons of interest has not shown conclusively that any individuals or organizations are capable of creating or using an anomaly such as SCP-1422; however, as this hypothetical individual or group could be expected to possess the means to prevent the Foundation from discovering them, this is not unexpected.
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Addendum 1422-3:
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Several personnel have rightly pointed out that SCP-1422 may not be truly neutralized, but simply operating in a different manner that we are unable to recognize; alternatively, numerous anomalies similar to SCP-1422 may exist, each tailored to specific locations, individuals, or even concepts. Indeed, if either of these were proven to be true, SCP-1422 would most likely qualify for Keter-ubique classification and heavily revised containment procedures. However, as SCP-1422 does not exhibit any observable anomalous properties (except those that no longer appear to be in effect), it is considered neutralized until proven otherwise.- Dr. Graff.
Filename: lets-just-keep-this-filename-between-you-and-me-eh.jpg
+Name: Planimetric Map of Yellowstone National Park
+Author: The National Park Service
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Montana Science Partnership
Special Containment Procedures: Recovered instances of SCP-1432 are to be placed in a filing cabinet in the containment chamber. A standard television set and DVD player are provided for testing purposes. Personnel are not permitted to remove instances of SCP-1432 from the containment chamber for any reason.
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Police station communications are to be monitored for murders involving an unusual DVD. In the event of such a report a recovery team will be sent in to retrieve any instances of SCP-1432 and any individuals potentially exposed to SCP-1432’s effects. A D-class personnel is to view a suspected instance of SCP-1432 in its entirety and then be evaluated for indications of SCP-1432’s effects. Following testing, any individual affected by SCP-1432 is to be reclassified as a D-class personnel and placed in solitary confinement.
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Monitoring for instances of SCP-1432 that have been posted online must be conducted on a regular basis. Such instances of SCP-1432 must be eliminated immediately and their IP address traced if possible.
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Description: SCP-1432 is a 17 minute silent video sequence which has been found on numerous generic DVDs in a variety of locations within the U.S. The source(s) of these DVDs currently remains unknown. DVDs are placed in the mailboxes of individuals apparently selected at random.
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The video sequence consists of an abnormally large doll pursuing a young Caucasian female in a short white dress and high heeled shoes through a series of rooms and corridors with disparate levels of lighting. The size of the doll is inconsistent over the course of the film, with the doll being portrayed as larger or smaller in order to fit through different areas (although the doll is never shown changing size). Near the end of the sequence, the doll corners the young woman in a large, high-ceilinged room. There is then a break in the video for 44 seconds before the female's body is seen lying motionless on the floor of the room. The camera gradually moves up the body to reveal that the doll's head has replaced the female's head on the body, at which point the video ends.
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Subjects viewing at least five minutes of this video sequence will experience the effect of SCP-1432. SCP-1432 causes subjects to believe that both they themselves and all other humans and animals are artificially constructed dolls. Subjects believe that both their bodies and key characteristics of their personality (or in extreme cases their entire personality) have been artificially constructed by an unknown being or group of beings. This effect has proven immune to all amnestics currently in the Foundation’s possession.
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This effect will result in clinical depression in approximately 89% of subjects. In addition, 73% of subjects will attempt to kill at least one other individual. If successful, they will then systematically dismember and/or disembowel the corpse(s) of those they have killed in an effort to prove to others that they are all artificially constructed toys. Non-psychopathic subjects will exhibit intense emotional distress during this occurrence, but will invariably believe that this distress has been implanted in their personality by their creator(s). It is currently unclear whether this compulsion to kill others is a direct effect of exposure to SCP-1432 or a natural psychological reaction to SCP-1432's actual effect.
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The initial instance of SCP-1432 was recovered from a police station in ███████ , Ohio on 11/5/ ███████ following a police report that a twelve year old male (hereafter referred to as Subject 1432-01) had murdered and then disemboweled both of his parents after viewing a DVD. The Foundation recovered the DVD and Subject 1432-01, who was reclassified as a D-class personnel after several interviews and extensive testing.
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Interviewed: Subject 1432-01
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Interviewer: Researcher ███████
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Foreword: This interview was the first conducted with Subject 1432-01 following the subject’s initial containment.
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Researcher ███████ : Please state your name and age.
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Subject 1432-01: ███████ . I’m 12 years old.
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Researcher ███████ : Very good. Now, you believe that you are an artificial toy, is that correct?
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Subject 1432-01: I am. You are. Everyone… everyone I’ve met is. Probably everyone is, I don’t know. I…
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Researcher ███████ : It’s ok. When did you first realize you were a toy?
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Subject 1432-01: I watched a video. Don’t remember much of it. About a doll, I think, or something. But after that I knew. I mean, it was obvious, how could I not have seen it sooner? Everyone was. Everyone, just toys, everything I felt, that time I hit a home run for the first time, my love for my parents, my dog… all just someone playing with their toys.
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Researcher ███████ : But if you didn’t think like this until after you saw the video, don’t you think it's possible the video could have made you feel this way? Affected your mind somehow?
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Subject 1432-01: (Subject exhibits signs of anger) No! The guy who made the video, he was warning people, don’t you get it? He figured it out, and he wanted other people to know! Because people need to! They don’t deserve to just, just exist so that somewhere someone gets a good laugh or whatever…
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Researcher ███████ : It’s okay, I understand. So, did you try to tell your parents about what you’d found out?
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Subject 1432-01: (Subject exhibits signs of extreme emotional distress) I…I did. They didn’t believe me, I kept explaining it to them but they just didn’t understand, I… they… I had to show, show someone. I had to let people know. I, the only way was to, it couldn’t have been just anyone else, I wouldn’t get the opportunity like I did with them, but…
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Researcher ███████ : I understand. You had to do what you thought was right…
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Subject 1432-01: (Subject continues to exhibit signs of extreme emotional distress) They’re so smart. They know, they know the only way you find out is to show people what’s really inside. So they put in this, they, they program you so that you don’t. They make it so hard, it was, all those memories, but I had to, I… I…
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Researcher ███████ : I know, it's okay.
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Subject 1432-01: (Subject continues to exhibit signs of extreme emotional distress) I’m a good person, right? I had to, I really did…
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Researcher ███████ : You’re a good person. It will be alright eventually, I promise.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Subject was escorted back to sleeping quarters. Researcher ███████ subsequently requested and received a Class C Amnestic.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1491 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. No additional special procedures are required. Non-destructive testing requests are to be submitted to the relevant responsible directing researcher (presently Doctor Richard Littlefield).
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Description: SCP-1491 appears to the naked eye to be a 46-year-old Caucasian male formerly known as ██████ █████████. When viewed via electronic or photographic media, SCP-1491 appears to be a ███████-brand fixed speed-limit enforcement camera, mounted on a pole, with a combined total height of 3.1 metres.
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SCP-1491's anomalous nature became known during a review by local law enforcement of CCTV recordings in ███████████ town centre following an unrelated robbery. SCP-1491 was captured within its home following identification.
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SCP-1491 Test log
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Test 1:
+Subject: SCP-1491.
+Procedure: Subject in containment cell with no instructions. Subject viewed by eye and by video recording.
+Results: Subject observed by eye to be a human male, clothed in a standard issue Foundation humanoid SCP jumpsuit. Subject is observed sitting, pacing and sleeping. Subject observed by video to be a ███████-brand speed camera. Subject appears to move with no obvious means of locomotion, standing upright with the base of its pole sliding along the floor. Subject was observed to "hop" up from the floor to the seat of the chair, where it "sat" standing upright and immobile. Subject was observed laying rigid and immobile on the bed.
+Notes: Of particular interest to me is the rigid nature of the subject when sitting; what would have happened if the ceiling were lower? - Doctor Littlefield.
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Test 2:
+Subject: SCP-1491. Clear Perspex box with lid, dimensions 1.5m x 1.5m x 1.5m.
+Procedure: Subject instructed to sit inside the box and close the lid. Subject viewed by eye and by video recording.
+Results: Subject observed by eye to climb into the box and sit cross-legged, closing the lid. Subject observed by video to hop into the box and close the lid.
+Notes: How a 3-metre-tall object was able to fit into a 1.5-metre-tall box without bending or folding in any way I just don't know. I can see it happen on the video, but I can't explain it. And the more I look at it, the more my eyes water. Passing this to the physicists. - Doctor Littlefield.
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Test 3:
+Subject: SCP-1491. One small rubber ball.
+Procedure: Subject is instructed to pick up the ball from a table. Subject viewed by video recording.
+Results: Ball appears to jump from the table and hover in mid air next to the subject with no visible means of support. Ball lowers back to the table similarly. Subsequent inspection of the ball shows no anomalies.
+Notes: I start to wonder which to believe: my own eyes, or the eye of the camera. Is this a camera that we think looks like a man, or is this a man who fools cameras into thinking it's a camera? I'd pass this one to the philosophers, if we had any. - Doctor Littlefield.
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Test 4:
+Subject: SCP-1491. One █████-brand car, belonging to Doctor Littlefield.
+Procedure: Subject instructed to stand beside closed test track at Sector-25 whilst the car was driven past at 130kph by Doctor Littlefield. Subject viewed by video recording.
+Results: Subject's infrared flash is observed to operate. Doctor Littlefield received a fixed penalty notice (speeding fine) letter from ████ █████████ Police at his home address four days later. Further investigation found appropriate Police records to match the letter, recording the offence as having occurred on the nearby ████ road.
+Notes: I was driving on private land! I'm not paying it. - Doctor Littlefield.
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Addendum: Doctor Littlefield has been advised that the result of test 4, though unanticipated, constitutes a minor containment breach, and that future tests of a similar nature should be avoided.
Last known image of Richard Boyd (SCP-1712-A), taken one hour before exiting the atmosphere.
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Item #: SCP-1712
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding the SCP-1712 incident is to be suppressed, with the cover story of an office suicide having been disseminated.
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All images of SCP-1712-A picked up by satellite imaging are to be edited by Foundation personnel embedded in organizations capable of observing the anomaly. Foundation-operated probes are to continuously track SCP-1712-A's location.
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SCP-1712-B is contained within a custom wildlife enclosure at Site-77. The walls of this unit are to be made of stone and direct interaction is prohibited. In the event SCP-1712-B breaches containment or requires relocation, the entity is to be tranquilized and handled using specialized equipment.
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Description: SCP-1712 is the collective designation for two anomalous objects which manifested as the result of an Unexplained Event. (RAISA NOTICE: Please see attached UE Log for details.)
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Despite various attempts at recreating the event utilizing SCP-1712-B and subjects similar to SCP-1712-A, the Foundation has not successfully created another SCP-1712 event.
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SCP-1712-A is the petrified body of one "Richard Boyd", a citizen of Chicago, Illinois, in addition to half of an iron beam. Currently, it is located in the outer rim of the Solar System and is moving at a rate of about 20 kilometers per hour, with its speed increasing exponentially. SCP-1712-A is expected to reach observable range within 5 years. It is currently unknown if Boyd possessed anomalous properties prior to becoming SCP-1712-A.
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SCP-1712-B is a tabby kitten with black and white fur. It weighs 8 kilograms and displays behavior expected for a cat of its age. When SCP-1712-B makes contact with living tissue, the tissue will immediately transform into stone. This transformation occurs instantaneously, and will also affect non-organic matter the subject is making direct contact with such as clothing, held objects, and the ground beneath them. This effect appears to extend about a meter in diameter from the closest source of formerly living tissue. SCP-1712-B has not been noted to age during its time in containment.
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The following note was found attached to SCP-1712-B's collar.
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IF FOUND CONTACT [Renmar the Trebucher] CONTACTABLE IN [Kingdom of Suva]
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R.M.
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following documentation has been included in the object's files, as they pertain to the related anomaly/anomalies prior to SCP object classification.
On the morning of August 11th, 1959, Richard Boyd was working in his office when witnesses say he noted a "cat on the construction area"1 and attempted to crawl out onto the construction area to rescue it, against the advice of others. After contacting the cat, Richard immediately lost his balance, fell, and then vanished from sight.
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DATE OF OCCURENCE
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08/11/1959
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LOCATION
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CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, UNITED STATES
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FOLLOW-UP ACTION TAKEN
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MTF-Kappa-11 "Red Barons" was mobilized to track Richard Boyd's location, but were not able to track it after it exited the operating range of their aircraft. Foundation personnel were able to recover the involved feline, and administered Class-B amnestics to all witnesses. The cover story of a suicide was disseminated.
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Boyd's supervisor, Michael Marguilles, was interviewed to obtain information on the subject. A transcript of the interview has been attached below.
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UPDATE:11/22/1961
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Visual contact with Richard Boyd has been re-established using satellite imagery. Due to the ongoing nature of this anomaly, SCP object classification is currently pending.
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[END FILE]
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Interviewed: Michael Marguilles, Sales Department Lead, Chicago Meat Packing LTD.
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Interviewer: Field Agent Valdes
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Foreword: Agent Valdes interviewed Marguilles under the guise of a Chicago Police Department investigator to obtain as much knowledge on UE-1712 as possible.
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<Begin Log>
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Valdes: Thank you for agreeing to this interview on such short notice, Mister Marguilles.
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Marguilles: It's no problem, detective. I'm fixing to figure out what happened just as much as anybody. Smoke?
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Valdes: No thank you.
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Marguilles: [LIGHTING HIS CIGAR] Of course, detective. Now, what can I do for you?
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Valdes: I'd like to ask you to describe the event to the best of your memory.
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Marguilles: I don't reckon my story is any different from anyone else's, but here goes. We file our sales reports on Tuesdays, so all the guys were out there earlier today. Everything was normal 'till I hear Wilkins and Roberts yelling after Boyd.
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Valdes: I assume you left this office at this point?
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Marguilles: Right on the money, detective. I go outside to check on the ruckus and I see him out that first window you passed before coming in here. He's doing a balancing act out on those beams all for a damned cat. Anyways, the wind just so happens to blow a little stronger than it was and [MARGUILLES SLAMS HIS DESK] kaput! Gone. Think the cat fell off too.
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Valdes: An on-site investigator noticed that a chunk of the beam he was walking on was missing as well. You didn't hear a thud or anything like that?
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Marguilles: Buddy, I trust those union builders about as much as far as I can throw 'em. That beam is probably made of plastic. Wouldn't surprise me if poor old Boyd, his fleabag, and that so-called beam wound up in the river.
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Valdes: Do you suspect the construction workers at all?
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Marguilles: Nah, they're honest people trying to make a living, it's those union organizers and their piece of shit protests that get under my skin. [LOUD COUGHING] Those damn unions, I tell you.
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Valdes: Right. I just have a few more questions for you, Mr. Marguilles.
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Marguilles: Apologies, detective. It's been a strange day.
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Valdes: It's not every day a man vanishes literally in thin air.
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[BOTH LAUGH]
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[MARGUILLES BEGIN TO COUGH]
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Marguilles: Ah, hell. Excuse me. You were saying, detective?
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Valdes: Now, I'd just like to ask a few questions about Mister Boyd. Did he get along well with his coworkers? Any abnormalities in his behavior as of late?
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Marguilles: Not that I can think of. He got along fine with the other guys, but he's always been one of the more quiet ones. Didn't smoke or drink, either.
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Valdes: And his performance?
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Marguilles: Well… [MARGUILLES TAKES A LONG DRAG OF HIS CIGAR] He always made quota. Never really excelled, but never fell behind the pack either. If anything he was reliable.
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Valdes: What about his personal life? Has he ever talked about a family or anything of that nature?
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Marguilles: In the ten years he's worked here he ain't ever brought up a gal or any kids. He's only ever taken a few personal days and been sick a few times. He must have parents, but he ain't ever mention them. You figure they're dead?
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Valdes: We're looking into that. One more question, if you will.
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Marguilles: Fire away.
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Valdes: Was it in Boyd's character to put himself in danger like that?
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Marguilles: Hell no. He was as meek as they came. Did have a real soft spot for cats, though. Every now and then I would catch find him feeding the strays by the dumpster, and he'd always be tearing up and sniffling. I think he had one of those… What do you call them…
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Valdes: Allergies?
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Marguilles: Yeah, that's it.
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[BOTH ARE SILENT FOR 15 SECONDS. VALDES STANDS, GRABBING THE TAPE RECORDER.]
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Valdes: Well, thank you very much for your time Mister Marguilles. It is greatly appreciated. Do you have anything else for me before I go?
Vehicle launched by SCP-1727 during testing of water sources in enclosed spaces.
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Item #: SCP-1727
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1727 is to be contained in a high-capacity containment vault, located in Site-77's Safe SCP wing. A pool large enough to encompass the mass of vehicles used in testing is to be kept in this containment chamber, being maintained daily by Foundation personnel. The area SCP-1727 was discovered in has been purchased by Foundation front organizations, with all nearby buildings being demolished.
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Description: SCP-1727 is a ███ ███████ brand portable car wash, manufactured in 1999. The exterior is painted blue, with a logo for the non-existent "CRSHCRS1 Corporation" printed on the sides. SCP-1727's interior components match those found in other ███ ███████ brand portable car washes.
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When a vehicle enters SCP-1727, it will be cleaned normally by SCP-1727's components. The driver can select from several options to change the way their vehicle will be cleaned. A button at the bottom is labeled "Open-Sub cleaning", which costs twice as much as the other options. If the last option is selected, cleaning instruments will hold the vehicle in place, and the roof portion of SCP-1727 will open via an unknown mechanism. Following this, the vehicle will be catapulted upward, at an angle. SCP-1727 will then dispense a receipt with a personalized message.
A quick job done well-Just as the customer likes it.
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High up and all clean, buffed by fluffy clouds.
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That was close. But exciting!
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+Vehicles launched by SCP-1727 will continue being propelled through the air until they pass a source of water large enough to enclose them. Note that these vehicles do not follow a normal arc, but will continue moving through the air at the same speed until a suitable water source is located. These can be locations such as oceans, lakes, rivers, aquifers, or bodies such as swimming pools, fish tanks, and clouds. Using SCP-1872 will not affect a vehicle's trajectory or velocity. After reaching their destinations, vehicles will decelerate normally. Drivers do not typically survive impact.
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SCP-1727 was discovered after reports of vehicles hurtling through clouds were reported by passengers on a civilian aircraft. Initially classified as an Extranormal Event, further investigation was conducted after reports of a vehicle impacting the ███████ military testing course reached Foundation assets in the U.S army. A cover story regarding local pranksters was disseminated, with SCP-1727 being classified as Safe on 11/17/2000.
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Incident 1727-1: During testing on 11/16/2002, a vehicle launched by SCP-1727 was not found. No report matching SCP-1727's effect have been found, and as of 4/14/2009 has not reappeared. The receipt message printed by SCP-1727 has been made available in this report.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1803 is to be kept at Sector-23, suspended by steel cables from the ceiling of a secure 10m (w) x 25m (d) x 15m (h) item containment room. SCP-1803 is to be kept at least 1m from contact with the floors, walls or ceiling of its containment area. Cables suspending SCP-1803 should be no greater than 15mm in diameter and should be spaced no closer than 0.5m together at their anchor points. SCP-1803-1 is to be monitored continually for changes in content by security personnel with level 4 clearance. Changes in content shall be documented and forwarded to the Foundation Intelligence Analysis Department for assessment. Any experiments must be cleared with the Intelligence Analysis Department.
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Absolutely no SCP decommissioning is to take place within a 10km radius of SCP-1803.
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Description: SCP-1803 is a section of a residential building originally located at [REDACTED] in ██████, Germany. The major portion of SCP-1803 includes an 18m length of exterior masonry wall 12m in height, the lower 3m of which is excavated foundation that had been originally below ground. Attached to the interior side of the wall section are portions of flooring from three levels of the original structure, as well as interior walls, doors, windows, and one complete half-bath. Approximately centered in the wall section is a 10m x 5m studio missing only one interior wall. Within the room is a stationary humanoid figure1 posed facing out of the room’s single window.
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SCP-1803, including the humanoid figure, is completely covered by SCP-1803-1. SCP-1803-1 is a multimedia collage consisting of newspaper and magazine clippings, photographs, various textual elements, painted canvas, graffiti, toys, posters, sculptural elements, [REDACTED], and numerous other “found” objects. (see: Document CI-1803-A, Content Survey SCP-1803-1.) The majority of SCP-1803-1's surface area undergoes continual revision, replacing older elements of its content with new items. New items will appear to “grow” from beneath adjoining items, overlapping older elements until the older elements are completely covered. Despite this method of renewal, probes of SCP-1803-1 show that no one area of SCP-1803-1 is greater than █ layers thick despite observations that 80% of its surface area has been completely replaced ███ times since coming within Foundation custody. Approximately 20% of SCP-1803-1’s surface area does not undergo this renewal, consisting of three areas in the central room of SCP-1803 that have remained consistent since SCP-1803 was contained. (see: Document CI-1803-B, Consistent Elements of SCP-1803-1.)
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Content identified in SCP-1803-1, aside from items directly incorporated due to contact with SCP-1803-1, is composed of elements that have been discarded or otherwise destroyed at some time prior to their incorporation. While approximately ██% of traceable new items have been confirmed to have been destroyed or discarded within a 10km radius of SCP-1803-1 within 12 months prior to incorporation, the remainder have no known limitations as to origin either temporally or geographically. SCP-1803-1 shows a marked bias toward works of art, photographs, and censored literature, which account for between 45% and 65% of its surface area at any one time. Much of the remainder will be random discarded objects distributed in a way that suggests commentary on SCP-1803-1’s content.2 About █% of SCP-1803-1 will consist of classified or otherwise secret documentation from a variety of sources, including the Foundation itself. To date, SCP-1803-1 has incorporated reports and memos from █ different national intelligence agencies, ██ different corporations, ██ different NGO’s, and █ Groups of Interest.
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When any item contacts SCP-1803-1 at points with a combined cross-section greater than 400mm2 within a .25m2 area for a duration longer than 15 seconds, there will be one of two possible reactions from SCP-1803-1:
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For large items of a structural nature (walls, floors, ceilings, support beams, masonry, pipes larger than 20mm in diameter, furniture, appliances, heavy machinery, and so on.) SCP-1803-1 will attach itself to the item and begin to grow over it, eventually incorporating it into the combined mass of SCP-1803.3
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Other items will be drawn into SCP-1803-1 at the point of contact. No attempt to retrieve an item during this occurrence has met with success. At best, attempts have resulted in mechanical failure of the object at the point of contact with SCP-1803-1 and retention of the unincorporated portion. Within 24 hours, the object will re-emerge elsewhere as part of the composition of SCP-1803-1, usually in several pieces presented in some geometric arrangement.4
Description: 90 days after the decommissioning of SCP-████ at Site-██ (█km from Sector-23) the security team monitoring SCP-1803 noticed the incorporation of [REDACTED] into SCP-1803-1. The area was locked down and researchers from Site-██ confirmed that the visible [REDACTED] was a section of SCP-████. SCP-████ had been a Keter class [REDACTED] and if fully exposed outside its specified containment protocol could result in an XK scenario. After 12 hours of a Foundation-wide full alert, the [REDACTED] fully emerged and it was determined that [REDACTED] was only a section of SCP-████ cut into the shape of a five-pointed star. Without [REDACTED], SCP-████ was incomplete, preventing full manifestation of SCP-████’s anomalous effects. The inert section of SCP-████ was peeled off of SCP-1803-1 by a remote-operated drone and destroyed without any further incident.
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Note: No more decomms anywhere near this thing— Dr. ██████, Director Site-██
Document R-1803-101AB: Transcript of Interpol surveillance prior to identification of SCP-1803
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+Foreword: On ██/██/████, agents of Interpol were conducting audio surveillance on a multi-family apartment building [REDACTED] in ██████, Germany. They were monitoring Dr. Otto █████, male 95 years old, for involvement with [REDACTED] suspected of possible terrorist activities. At 18:45 local time, Dr. Otto █████ received two unidentified male visitors.5
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<Begin Transcript, 18:48 ██/██/████>
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Dr. █████: I don’t receive many visitors these days. Who did you say you were?
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Unidentified Male #1: David sent us.
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Dr. █████: David…?
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Unidentified Male #1: You know, David.
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Unidentified Male #2: He told us to ask you if we were cool yet.
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Dr. █████: [Chuckles] Oh. That David. Come in, friends. Have a seat.
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[45-second pause in conversation as the three men take seats in the main room of the studio]
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Unidentified Male #1: You’re a hard man to find, sir.
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Dr. █████: Quite intentional. Too many of the wrong people looking. Now forgive me, but I am wondering why our mutual acquaintance would send you to me. I have retired from teaching esoterica, and I am quite busy with my own project.
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Unidentified Male #1: Well, to be honest, he didn’t really send us…
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Unidentified Male #2: We want to talk about your project.
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Dr. █████: My projects are my concern.
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Unidentified Male #1: Just listen to our proposal.
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Unidentified Male #2: You can help us strike a blow against the fascist oligarchy ruling Europe.
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Dr. █████: Oh. I see. [15-second pause] I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
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Unidentified Male #1: Wait. Please listen. This is a fantastic idea. We set it up in Brussels. At [REDACTED]. Imagine it, their brand new, billion-euro building covered with every secret memo, every document they’ve ever tried to hide. A monument to every petty—
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Dr. █████: Get out!
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Unidentified Male #2: Dr. █████, I think you should hear us out.
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Dr. █████: I’ve heard enough. You’re a pair of ignorant fools. You don’t even know what Fascism means. You— [Statement stops abruptly]
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[10-second pause in conversation.]
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Unidentified Male #1: Kurt, what are you doing?
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Unidentified Male #2: Getting the good doctor’s attention.
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Dr. █████: [Pause] Young man, please put the gun away.
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Unidentified Male #2: No. You’re going to help us make a statement that will inspire the masses to—
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Dr. █████: You have no idea what you’re doing.
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Unidentified Male #1: Sir, if you help us, we’ll go down in history.
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Dr. █████: Bah! All that will happen is they close their building. If you think anyone will get to see their precious secrets before they destroy the place you are a greater fool than I imagine you are.
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Unidentified Male #2: We will see. All we need is your notes. We can do the ritual ourselves.
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Dr. █████: [Pause] I actually think you would. Your eyes… I’ve seen that kind of look before. [Pause] A determined, righteous man, aren’t you?
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Unidentified Male #1: We are, sir.
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Unidentified Male #2: Shut up.
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Dr. █████: Do you know what the ritual entails?
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Unidentified Male #1: Uh. Yes, sir.
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Dr. █████: [Sighs] I’ve waited decades to create my memorial, but the techniques of Thule are not cheap. I’ve balked at the price. Spent my life searching for a means to avoid it. But I take it you’re willing to pay.
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Unidentified Male #2: There are plenty of people in that building I would sacrifice to see your art live.
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Dr. █████: I suppose if you are willing, then I should be as well.
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[Unidentified sounds]
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Dr. █████: [Unintelligible]
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Unidentified Male #1: Sir?
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Unidentified Male #2: Dr. █████? What are you doing?
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Dr. █████: [Unintelligible]
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Unidentified Male #1: [Screams]
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[Gunshots, recording ends.]
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<End Transcript>
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Closing Statement: By the time the Interpol agents on duty arrived at Dr. Otto █████’s apartment, SCP-1803-1 had already covered 90% of the studio. Foundation agents were called in, the building was condemned, and SCP-1803 separated from the existing structure and airlifted to Sector-23. Genetic testing has revealed the humanoid form in SCP-1803 as the remains of Dr. █████. Tests on the remains of the other two males have identified them as Simon ██████ and Kurt █████, college students who had been linked to the ██████, Germany cell of the Are We Cool Yet? collective (currently inactive).
Document CI-1803-B-a: Consistent Elements of SCP-1803-1 (Summary)
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Summary: Consistent elements in SCP-1803-1 are confined to three areas in the central room around the humanoid figure. Area one is the largest, surrounding the single window. Items comprising it have been dated as early as 1919, and as late as 193█. The majority of textual elements are from German-language publications from the period. Artistic elements include paintings, sculptures, lithographs and photographic reproductions of modernist works from this era. Almost all art in this section has been documented as having been destroyed by the German Nazi regime as examples of entartete Kunst.6 The 35 artists represented include Otto Dix, Kurt Schwitters, Paul Klee, and Piet Mondriaan.7
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The other two areas are on opposing walls to either side of the humanoid figure. Both consist of flayed human skin pasted over newsprint. Rectangular holes have been cut in the surface of the skin to reveal lettering beneath.
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The skin on the right-hand wall8 has 72 holes of varying sizes. Each hole reveals either a single letter, word, or punctuation mark from the following series9: "A" "are" "C" "cool" "W" "we" "Y" "yet" "?"
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The skin on the left hand wall10 has 132 holes, all revealing the number "9."
Special Containment Procedures: During the month of March, entrance into SCP-1826 is forbidden except for previously approved testing subjects. Researchers may freely enter the area after an event has begun, and during any other time during the year. Fauna produced from testing should be relocated to a secure habitat immediately after events in the area have concluded.
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The area is to be monitored constantly in case anything other than testing subjects exit the building. This occurrence is to be reported immediately.
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Description: SCP-1826 is a phenomenon taking place in an office building in Oleksandriia, Ukraine. Construction on the building housing SCP-1826 ended on 01/05/05. The building was owned by a temporary staffing agency, and was abandoned three months after its construction on 04/12/2005. The building is roughly cubical, stands at three stories, and is 1115 sq metres in area. The area is littered with broken glass, office equipment, and fiberboard partitions believed to be abandoned by the previous tenants of the building. The interior of the building is partially covered in plant growth, including an unidentified species of moss similar in appearance to Spanish moss Tillandsia usneoides. The building when found was also home to a pack of 24 black Arctic wolves which have been relocated to a secure area since their discovery; other than the color of their fur, no anomalous properties were detectable.
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When female fauna occupies the building during the Gregorian calendar month of March, the SCP-1826 effect will manifest within the host body instantaneously and begin to mutate the body physically. Transformations of the subject vary; in most cases, when a human female is exposed to SCP-1826, antler-like growths similar to that of a fallow deer Cervus dama dama will emerge from the skull in the space of 2 seconds, and the subject will immediately vanish from sight until a male subject enters the building. Attempts to locate subjects affected by SCP-1826 during this time have been largely unsuccessful, although a faint electrical signal can be detected moving where the SCP-1826 host subject was present. SCP-1826 seems to have complete control over its host body; attempts to communicate with the individual under its effect have been unsuccessful.
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SCP-1826 will manifest this host body when male fauna enters the building. The following event will not commence unless a black canine is present in the building.
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SCP-1826 will manifest its host body, and announce its intention to 'engage' it. SCP-1826 will then offer the subject a weapon, and attempt to evade the subject for as long as possible. The event will end when the host body is killed, or the male subject is killed or exits the building. If the subject exits the building, the entity will disappear until the subject re-enters. These events have been recorded to take place for as long as twelve days.
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The event will take place regardless of how many individuals are present within the building. SCP-1826 will appear in its host body and address a male seemingly at random. Subjects do not appear to be capable of making physical contact with either the entity or the male subject during this time.
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After a fatality occurs, the corpse will appear to be absorbed into the walls of the building by an unknown mechanism. Plant growth in the area where the subject was killed will accelerate, and a male black Arctic wolf cub will appear from within the foliage produced at the time and day the subject was killed on the next year. Removal of the foliage causes a nullification of this effect.
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Addendum A: Researcher Sanders and a team of assistants were dispatched to the area to investigate after it had been properly scouted. During scouting, D-Class personnel emerged unharmed and reported no strange activity in the area. Shortly after entering, Researcher Sanders, according to witnesses, "sprouted horns and disappeared". The area was evacuated and an additional D-Class subject was sent into the area for testing with visual and audio recording equipment.
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Steps can be heard on level 3, shortly afterward SCP-1826 appears on the staircase between levels 2 and 3. A female voice is projected from SCP-1826's physical location, but the host body does not vocalize.
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SCP-1826: Welcome brother! It is a pleasure to finally make acquaintance with you.
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D-00130: Uh… hey? They told me to ask you some questions or something. Please don’t kill me. Okay? First question is what are you here for, and how?
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SCP-1826: I am here so that we might greet the Spring together! Join me!
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D-00130: Oh, well, okay that sounds nice… What’s that mean?
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SCP-1826: Mercenaries and hunters built an adequate arena here three winters ago, and my path collided with an adequate spirit on this day in March. Fate intends I engage in glorious sport with you!
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D-00130: I'm… really bad at sports.
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SCP-1826: I will command this body with the resilience and stubbornness it was known for in its life. Its soul will wield the bow of my late sister. You will surely accept this challenge! SCP-1826 pulls out an object resembling an AK-47 from behind it, seemingly from under its skirt.
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D-00130: Please don’t murder me… please.
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SCP-1826: That would be dishonorable. You will take this time to prepare yourself, brother. I am very interested in seeing how you plan on besting me with only your hands!
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D-00130: What? No wait I don’t have a weapon! I can’t do that! No!
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SCP-1826 turns around and throws the gun it was holding, at D-00130.
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SCP-1826: Very well! I will use my head.
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SCP-1826 runs up the stairs to level 3.
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D-00130 was recovered two meters away from the building seven days later with puncture wounds through the lower abdomen and pelvis. A broken window on the third floor suggests that the death was caused by impact with the ground. The body of Researcher Sanders was not found, and did not appear in subsequent testing. The weapon in SCP-1826's possession was immediately removed and placed under testing. No anomalous properties were present in the gun, which is of modern manufacture with the serial number 196001430. Further investigation traced the gun back to a resident of Belarus believed to have gone missing in the area in 2005.
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Addendum B: The following test was conducted using a giant anteater, Myrmecophaga tridactyla, (Subject 01) as the male testing subject, and a single red imported fire ant, Solenopsis invicta, as the SCP-1826 host. The fire ant grew very small horns and vanished before approaching the anteater roughly 2 hours after it was introduced to the building. The event lasted 2 hours and 30 seconds.
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SCP-1826: The Fair are honored to meet our king.
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A low-pitched male voice speaking in the Welsh language is heard throughout the building.
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[UNDETERMINED]: I will meet you on the island beneath us, Ffrwtan.
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[UNDETERMINED]: [unintelligible] not supposed to say things like that [unintelligible] damn, Slyphie!
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A deep sigh is heard throughout the building, and what is believed to be cursing from numerous voices.
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SCP-1826 is eaten in the space of five seconds by Subject 01.
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Addendum C: Due to events in previous tests, the entities are believed to share classification with an existing SCP object. The following test was conducted using a D-Class, D-00131, equipped with leather bag filled with iron dust. A female tortoise, Testudo graeca, was introduced as the SCP-1826 host. The tortoise grew small horns and vanished before approaching the subject 20 minutes after it was introduced to the building.
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The D-00131 was instructed to sprinkle iron dust on the tortoise's shell, taking care not to damage the object. The subject was also instructed to sprinkle dust on as much as he could and record the results. D-00131 was accompanied by Researcher Breen via headset.
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SCP-1826: Greetings friend. Will you join me and usher out the winter?
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D-00131: Okay yeah sure.
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SCP-1826: May your hunt be bountiful.
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D-00131 approaches the tortoise and sprinkles iron dust on its shell. The tortoise halts and enters a defensive position.
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SCP-1826: Ouch! Wait… How in the world did you…?
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Researcher Breen: What is happening?
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D-00131: Turtle is just sitting there. It seems okay.
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Researcher Breen: Thank you, please exit the building.
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SCP-1826: Looks like the jig is up.
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D-00131: Huh?
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24 humanoid females with horns, including the body of Researcher Sanders and other previous testing subjects, emerge from numerous doors and passageways around D-00131. Each entity is armed with automatic rifles appearing to be variants of the recovered object in the previous test. The entities begin to converge on D-00131.
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Researcher Breen: It sounds like you're encountering a problem. Please use the materials provided to-
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SCP-1826: (Screeching, followed by words in an unknown language, and the sound of multiple large wings buzzing.)
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Shots are fired, and D-00131 is killed.
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Researcher Breen: We have a code Pink.
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24 winged humanoid entities were intercepted exiting the facility, made visible by a barrage of iron powder fired into the air after the testing event ended. Mobile Task Force Theta-11 "Pale Men" were equipped with gas masks and opened fire on the entities. 22 corpses were recovered. Theta-11 suffered no casualties.
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Entities located within the building spoke in a dialect similar to that of the ███, a collection of entities believed to have been completely eradicated by 1915. Whether this particular group are connected to the historical ███ is currently unknown. Testing is scheduled immediately to confirm this possibility of a ██████ cell existing in Ukraine.
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There can be no room for confusion or speculation here. Reiteration of the Cottingley Protocol is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1976 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment chamber, located within Site-77's Safe SCP wing. Personnel entering SCP-1976's containment chamber are to wear tinted goggles to prevent accidental viewing of SCP-1976. All images and videos depicting SCP-1976 have been destroyed, and the creation of new images is to be considered a minor containment breach.
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Description: SCP-1976 is a humanoid organism, approximately 2 meters tall and weighing 120 kilograms. When viewed remotely, SCP-1976 resembles the subject believed to be responsible for its creation, an adult male named ████ ██████, in a persistent vegetative state. A tattoo of English text is present on its back. See Addendum.
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If a pubescent human subject is able to view SCP-1976, whether by seeing it physically or on a reproduced image such as a photograph or video, they will come under the immediate and permanent belief that SCP-1976 is the person they recognize as their father, who has recently been injured due to a serious accident. Subjects will attempt to draw attention to their father's condition, which will invariably lead to additional subjects being affected by SCP-1976. If an SCP-1976-affected person is presented with their real father, they will not recognize them and react as though they were a stranger. Subjects who have never known a father figure, have a deceased father, or have lived without their father since early childhood, will be unaffected.
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If more than one subject is affected by SCP-1976 at once, they will each believe that SCP-1976 is their father. They will attempt to conduct logical arguments with other SCP-1976-affected subjects, attempting to use their interpretations of SCP-1976's appearance to convince them. When these attempts invariably fail, subjects will attempt to take SCP-1976 by force, sometimes attempting to contact higher levels of authority in order to accomplish this.
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SCP-1976 was discovered on 9/17/1976, after a case of massive confusion caused by SCP-1976 at a local hospital reached Foundation assets. Investigation into SCP-1976's origin revealed that it had been taken to the hospital from a residential address in Huntington, WV. Several documents were recovered from the address, with neighbors and family members issued amnestics.
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Addendum: Text is believed to have been created by Alan ██████, a former schoolteacher who had died of a brain tumor 2 months prior to SCP-1976's recovery. Investigation into connections between this individual and possible groups of interest have not yielded substantial evidence. It is possible that Mr. ██████ is connected to the SyncopeSymphony.
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I just wanted to be there for my kids. They're too young for this. Jess is 13, and Liz just turned 12. I wanted them to have a father when they grew up, and for Margaret to have a husband. When we learned about the tumor, I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, and I did. These past months we've grown closer than ever. But my head keeps getting worse, and our last days together are coming. They deserved better than old memories and photographs.
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Started making it with the things I'd saved from my younger days. It wasn't as much as there was back then, but it needed to be done. I got the body from the crematorium. Used to work there, so it wasn't much of a hassle to get in. Need a minute, my head started to hurt as I write this. There's a ringing in my ears. Loud and clear. Not ringing. I can hear how the children used to sing.
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It didn't take that long to do. That was probably the problem, not spending enough time on it. Not making sure it was what it was supposed to be instead of what it actually was. I couldn't have done it over, but it could've been destroyed.
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When I brought it home, I told them I was an emergency worker, bringing "Alan" from an accident. It was bullshit, but the effect should've filled in the gaps. When I showed Liz and Jess the thing…they just asked where their dad was. And Margaret thought it was her dad. They asked me where their daddy was, and I couldn't tell them and they cried and I cried and had to leave. Never went back. I didn't want to make them never have any father. I was just doing it for my kids.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents are to regularly monitor outdoor activity in elementary schools within a 20-kilometer radius of the location of SCP-2166's initial appearance. Should any children be observed engaging in SCP-2166 activity, field agents are to be dispatched to the corresponding school(s) to administer amnestics to all students involved once the current round of SCP-2166 has concluded.
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Should any children engaging in SCP-2166 be joined by an unfamiliar young child who is not present on any available class listings, the agent is to follow said individual to determine their place of residence for further Foundation observation.
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Description: SCP-2166 is an anomalous children's playground game, colloquially known as "Foot Pope". Several slightly-differing iterations1 of the game are known to exist, but the following instructions are consistent across all versions:
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The game requires three or more players and a space that has at least three different types of ground terrain2.
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One player is selected to be the "Foot Pope". At the start of the first round, all players assemble in a circle around the current Foot Pope, who will chant a rhyme, "Foot Pope, Foot Pope, blessing feet / Showing where all steps should meet" and will pat the right foot of each player assembled.
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When the Foot Pope has finished the rhyme and "feet blessing", the players disperse at a run and chant a reply, "Foot Pope, Foot Pope, stand ahead, / What land must devout feet tread?"
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The Foot Pope will then call out a type of terrain, and all players must place both feet on the terrain as quickly as possible. The player(s) who fulfills this task the slowest is "out" for the remaining duration of the round.
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The Foot Pope states the chant again, with the players chanting the response again, and the round continues until all but one other player is "out". The remaining player becomes the new Foot Pope to start the next round.
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SCP-2166's anomalous effects are believed to manifest upon completion of the first Foot Pope chant call-and-response3. When the chant has been said, all players who are designated "out" during the round find their feet permanently affixed to the ground they are standing on until the end of the round. Attempts to circumvent this situation by removing articles of clothing worn on feet are unsuccessful; said clothing will also remain permanently affixed to the individual.
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Those affected by SCP-2166's primary effect report feeling only mild discomfort. It has been determined that should an individual affected by SCP-2166 sit down while affixed to the ground, they will find that they are able to adjust their position freely so long as they retain some contact with the ground they were previously standing on4.
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Investigation into further nuances of SCP-2166's gameplay and modification potential is ongoing (see Addendum 2166-2).
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Addendum 2166-1: Based on partial interview data collected by Foundation field agents, it is believed that knowledge of SCP-2166 originated at Geyser View Elementary School of Portland, Oregon where a primary-grade student introduced the game instructions to other children during recess. School documents show no record of such a student in the district system, and no guardian figure was ever seen accompanying the child; rather, the child simply stated that they were to wait for their friends at "the library" after class was dismissed. Staff of libraries within walking distance of Geyser View Elementary School report that they have never seen the child before.
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Addendum 2166-2: As of ██/██/████, experimental staff-monitored trial playthroughs of SCP-2166 have uncovered the following information:
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Based on empirical observation, there are only two ways to end SCP-2166's anomalous effects. The first is for a round of SCP-2166 to end naturally, with a new Foot Pope either starting another round or declining to say the starting chant. The second (discovered in an experimental Foundation facility) is for a current Foot Pope to declare, "No land" in response to the players’ chant, at which point the game has ended and any immobilized players are freed.
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It is believed that a game of SCP-2166 can continue indefinitely, with the accompanying anomalous effects enduring until a game is properly ended. Currently, the longest Foundation-held game of SCP-2166 was recorded at approximately 133 minutes.
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Attempting to cheat during SCP-2166 (including deviating from the rules, arguing with a Foot Pope, and leaving the game early) has resulted in participants experiencing an unpleasant "burning" sensation in their feet until the conclusion of the current round of SCP-2166. In one extreme case, the involved individual's shoes disappeared and reappeared permanently affixed to their ears until the conclusion of the game.
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Misspeaking the "Foot Pope" chant, whether by accident or intention, results in all the players (including the active Foot Pope) having their feet affixed to the ground until the chant is said properly.
Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation personnel in health inspection and waste management departments worldwide currently monitor all major urban centers for signs of an SCP-2194 outbreak, while spearheading intensive cleanup and recycling campaigns within these areas. In the event of a confirmed outbreak, Mobile Task Force Gamma-9 ("Cleaners") will be deployed to quarantine the affected area. All instances of SCP-2194-1 are to be isolated within the quarantine zone and neutralized by means of aerosolised VX nerve agent, followed by incineration of remains. All surfaces and remains contaminated by SCP-2194 are to be sealed in expanding polyurethane foam. A new layer of foam sealant is to be applied every seven (7) days, or at the first sign of SCP-2194 breaching the seal.
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Affected areas are to remain under indefinite quarantine, maintained by amnestic and cover-up procedures where appropriate. Should an SCP-2194 outbreak affect a great enough portion of an urban area so as to make isolation and cover-up unfeasible, the area will be permanently evacuated under pretense of a major chemical leak or imminent nuclear meltdown (if applicable).
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Under no circumstances are personnel to attempt to "clean" SCP-2194 from any surface or organism.
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Description: SCP-2194 is a phenomenon affecting densely-populated urban areas, which appears to manifest in the presence of persistently excessive quantities of refuse and waste.
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SCP-2194 manifests as an amorphous and partially mobile mass of common refuse, dead micro-organisms, fecal matter, live bacteria, assorted particulate matter and other forms of biological and non-biological waste. It is currently unknown whether the initial mass of SCP-2194 originates as non-anomalous waste that assumes anomalous properties, or forms spontaneously through other means. SCP-2194 propagates via direct physical contact, gradually spreading to adjacent surfaces as a brownish film of waste and particulate. Refuse, waste and dead biological matter becomes incorporated into the mass of SCP-2194 on contact.
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Should material affected by SCP-2194 come into direct contact with any surface, including the skin of a live organism, it will leave a "stain" at the point of contact. This stain spreads at a relatively low rate (< 1cm squared per hour) - however, any attempt to abrade, dissolve, corrode or otherwise remove this stain results in the formation of an amount of material roughly double the amount removed. Avian and mammalian subjects exposed to SCP-2194 are invariably distressed by the appearance and growth of the stain, becoming increasingly frantic in their attempts to remove it. This behaviour causes the rapid spread of SCP-2194 material across the body surface.
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Once SCP-2194 material covers at least 33% of a live organism's body surface, the organism becomes an instance of SCP-2194-1. Instances of SCP-2194-1 are capable of spreading SCP-2194 via direct physical contact and display extremely unhygienic behaviour, characterized by an obsession with both SCP-2194 and other, non-anomalous forms of waste. These behaviours include, but are not limited to: covering self in waste; covering nearby objects and surfaces in waste; collecting large quantities of refuse and dead material to add to the main mass of SCP-2194; immersing self in SCP-2194; ingesting SCP-2194; and attempting to [DATA EXPUNGED] causing SCP-2194 to spread to other individuals.
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Instances of SCP-2194-1 typically expire within 5-7 days of exposure, often due to suffocation caused by the formation of an overwhelming amount of waste material in the lungs and air passages. Larger organisms may remain alive as long as 18 days before expiring from the effects of blood poisoning and necrotizing fasciitis1.
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SCP-2194 can be partially removed by sustained exposure to an open flame; however, its regenerative properties in response to attempted removal allow a minimum of 10% of the material to remain on a surface even after several minutes of continuous burning. Incineration is 100% effective in the neutralization of instances of SCP-2194-1.
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The most effective containment method currently known is the use of an expanding foam sealant to cover all surfaces affected by SCP-2194. Provided that the sealant is applied thoroughly and within a space of 2 hours, SCP-2194 is capable of spreading to the exterior surface of the seal in no less than 200 hours (roughly 8 days). Timeous reapplication prevents this occurrence.
Preliminary report: In response to reports of multiple attacks on civilians, armed response team designate "Apollo" was dispatched to the ████ district of █████, India. Response team arrived on location 17:02 IST.
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Agent Ahara (Apollo Lead): Apollo Home, this is Apollo Lead, how copy? Over.
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Apollo Home: Loud and clear Apollo Lead. Give us your sitrep, over.
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Agent Ahara (AL): We're sweeping the area now. Streets are empty. There's some sort of brown substance coating the doors and interior of multiple vehicles, trailing out into the alleys; almost looks like its spreading over the asphalt. No sign of activity on — scratch that Home, we've got seven… no, eight individuals down an alleyway; looks like civilians. Please advise, over.
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Apollo Home: Roger Lead, move in and confirm; over.
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Agent Ahara (AL): Wilco, over. Daniels, Hunt, Banderker, with me. And try not to touch that stuff, whatever it is.
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[Agents can be heard acknowledging Apollo Lead's command and taking position]
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Agent Hunt: [grunt] The smell! What in God's name is that shit they're rolling in?
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Agent Ahara (AL): Apollo Home, we have eight possibles. Five of them are rolling around in this… mass. It's filling the alley, and creeping up the walls too. Three of them are carrying stuff from down the street and dumping it into the thing; looks like garbage, mostly. Over.
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Apollo Home: Roger Lead, approach with caution and attempt communication; over.
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Agent Ahara (AL): Wilco Home, over. [pause] This is the police! All of you, stop what you're doing right now and put your hands in the air. Hello? Do you understand me? [pause] Banderker.
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Agent Banderker: (Hindi translation) <Hey, this is the police! Hands up, all of you!> [pause] No good, sir.
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Agent Ahara (AL): Individuals are not responding to verbal communication, Apollo Home. Firing a warning shot, over. [a single gunshot is heard; several seconds elapse] Well, that got their attention.
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Agent Banderker: Look at their faces. That infection is eating away at their skin, under all that… brown stuff.
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Agent Daniels: Why are they just staring at us? Are those rats crawling around in there with them?
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Agent Ahara (AL): Keep it together, Daniels. Banderker, try speaking to them now. Tell them we need them to cooperate.
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Agent Banderker: <Listen, we don't want to hurt any of you. All we require is your complete cooperation from this point on. Nod if you understand. [pause] Good, now we're getting somewhere.>
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They're listening. What now, sir?
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Agent Ahara (AL): Tell them to get up with their hands in the air and form a line.
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Agent Banderker: <Okay, all of you put your hands in the air. You two back there, that means you too - drop what you're carrying. Good. Now all of you on the ground, get up slowly. Yes, just like that. Now step out of that pile of… just take a few steps towards me. Form a line so I can see you all.>
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Agent Ahara (AL): Good work, Banderker. Apollo Home, individuals are… cooperative. How copy?
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Apollo Home: Solid copy, Apollo Lead. Standby for the arrival of the containment team; ETA in five mikes. Apollo Home out.
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Agent Ahara (AL): The containment team will be here in five guys, sit tight. Try to keep them occupied, Banderker.
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Agent Banderker: Will do, sir.
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<Listen, people; we're going to be taking you all somewhere safe, away from this filth. We will get you cleaned up and—>
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[loud vocalisations of distress are heard]
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<Hey, calm down! You, stop that! Get back in line!>
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Agent Ahara (AL): What did you say to them, Banderker?!
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Agent Banderker: I don't know, all I said was we were going to take them somewhere safe and clean that shit off of them!
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Agent Ahara (AL): Well, get them back in line! Threaten them if you have to - just do it!
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<Hey! Hey! All of you get away from there and line up right now or you will be shot!… [three gunshots are heard] This is your final warning! Get in line or I swear I will burn this disgusting pile of excrement with all of you in it!>
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[sudden silence, followed by an unidentified chattering sound]
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Agent Banderker: <What is th— [UNTRANSLATABLE EXPLETIVE]!>
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Agent Ahara (AL): Open fire, open fire!
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Agent Banderker: GET THEM OFF ME! GET THEM— [further speech is muffled]
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[multiple gunshots]
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Agent Ahara (AL): Apollo Home, come in! Where the hell is that containment team?!
Date: ██/██/198█
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Dr. Glen: Good morning, Agent Ahara. How are you feeling?
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Agent Ahara: I'm fine, Glen. I don't need a psych evaluation.
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Dr. Glen: I understand. Could you describe to me the events that transpired yesterday in Delhi? More specifically, what happened to Agent Banderker.
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Agent Ahara: Well, we rounded up eight affected individuals in the alleyway; most of them were crawling around in this mass of god-knows-what, covered in the same brown stuff we saw on the walls and the streets before. Like pigs in the mud on a hot day. We managed to get their attention, eventually. Banderker spoke Hindi, so he was able to talk to them and get them to cooperate. After that, we were just waiting for the containment team to arrive.
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Dr. Glen: And then?
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Agent Ahara: Then he said something they didn't like. Told them we'd take them away, get that foul shit off them, clean them up. Something else as well. Don't remember. First they started crying and wailing like kids, throwing themselves back into the mass; desperate, like they were trying to bury themselves in it so we couldn't take them away. I told Banderker to make them get back in line, threaten them if necessary. So he yelled and screamed blue murder at them, and they just went on wailing… until they heard something he said right at the end there. They all went quiet, just staring at him. Then they started making this chittering noise with their teeth, all together. Christ, it got loud. That's when I realised it wasn't just the people making the noise. That's when the swarm came down on us.
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Dr. Glen: The swarm?
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Agent Ahara: Rats, flies, cockroaches… every kind of vermin you can think of. They erupted out of the mass, covered in that brown shit, and kept on coming like a river. The vermin and the people together went rushing for Banderker; I swear they were moving like one big angry animal. Three of those guys got to him before we could even react - two of them held Banderker down while the other one climbed on top of him and started… retching. More brown shit came pouring out of the guy's mouth, all over Banderker's face. He was screaming for help the whole time. Right 'til his mouth filled up…
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Dr. Glen: What did you do then?
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Agent Ahara: We gave the fuckers every bullet we had. Got all eight of the human targets, maybe a few dozen rats too. The containment team got there just in time; I'm not sure how they knew fire would do the trick, but it did. All the vermin, human or otherwise, burned to a crisp. Banderker too.
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Glen, the way that stuff was spreading, the way those things came for us… you're going to classify this thing Keter, right?
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Dr. Glen: Classification is currently pending, but I think it would be safe to say yes.
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Agent Ahara: Good… good…
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Do you think there's more of that stuff, doctor? Elsewhere, I mean?
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Dr. Glen: I don't know. I really don't.
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Addendum 2194-01:
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As of ██/██/2015, ███ SCP-2194 quarantine zones exist. No means of permanent removal or disposal of SCP-2194 have yet been identified. Research is ongoing.
A sample of SCP-2194 is currently housed at Biological Containment Site-66. The following experiments making use of this sample are aimed at determining effective methods of removing and/or containing SCP-2194.
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Means of removal
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█████ ████ brand industrial stain remover
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Stain remover applied using mechanical arm and disposable cloth to an SCP-2194 contaminated surface area of approximately 5cm squared.
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SCP-2194 partially dissolved into solution, and proceeded to cover all areas the cloth made contact with. Contaminated surface area increased to approximately 28cm squared. Cloth sealed in biohazard storage unit.
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Concentrated hydrochloric acid solution
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Acid solution applied to contaminated surface with hose.
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SCP-2194 partially dissolved into solution and spread to all areas solution made contact with. It is recommended that further tests explore the use of non-corrosive agents.
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Industrial belt sander
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Belt sander attached to mechanical arm and applied to contaminated surface.
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SCP-2194 began to spread rapidly across the surface. Belt sander ceased functioning after 1 minute 23 seconds of use. Deconstruction revealed machinery to be jammed by large quantities of SCP-2194. Components sealed in biohazard storage unit.
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Industrial blowtorch
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Blowtorch attached to mechanical arm and applied to contaminated surface.
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Sealant
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Concrete mix applied to contaminated surface.
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Molten iron
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Molten iron applied to contaminated surface.
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Seal initially appeared to be effective. However, a large growth of SCP-2194 was observed to expand rapidly beneath the layer of molten iron. 52 seconds after application, the growth broke the seal and erupted, expelling SCP-2194 material onto the walls of the test chamber. It is theorised that SCP-2194 reacted to the extreme heat of the molten iron as it would to attempted removal, but was not affected by the heat level as it would be affected by an open flame.
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Expanding polyurethane foam
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Foam sealant applied to contaminated surface as a spray.
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No accelerated growth observed. Seal remained effective for approximately 200 hours before outer surface began to show signs of contamination. Effective containment method identified.
The Stuff Industry What happens when everyone around you at work is a complete idiot and so are you, but not only does no one get fired, but you actually turn a profit? I don't know, some stuff.
Special Containment Procedures: All cases of SCP-2299 infection are to be contained at Site-116, formerly the town of ███████, Washington. The town and all its residents are to be confined on-site, and all births and deaths are to be noted by on-site personnel. Should affected individuals make an attempt to approach Foundation personnel for any reason, they are to be turned away immediately. Personnel are not allowed to engage any affected individuals in any extended conversation. New additions are to be integrated in groups of four or more to ensure safety in the event of community rejection.
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MTF Upsilon-51 ("Red Hand") is to be dispatched to any incident of SCP-2299 and must consist of at least 3 separate teams alternating on active duty, to maintain a perpetual state of high alert. All social media outlets and digital forums including clear communication between users typing incoherent text should be noted and investigated. Any significant reports of large-scale violence atypical for the region or reporting unusual communication should be investigated as a potential outbreak.
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Extreme caution must be maintained, as confirmed instances of SCP-2299 are fully aware of outside observation and will take extreme measures to evade capture. If an individual is known to have been infected within a 24-hour period, they are to undergo Class-A amnestic treatment as quickly as possible. Cases that have persisted untreated for more than 30 hours are to be restrained and terminated if necessary. All remains are to be incinerated, including personal effects and clothing.
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Description: SCP-2299 is an unknown phenomenon which occurs seemingly at random, targeting groups of people between 4 and 600,000 in number. Over the course of 30-36 hours SCP-2299 significantly alters the host's mental faculties, causing damage to the hippocampus1, the ventromedial prefrontal cortex2, and an overall reduction in function of the frontal lobe.
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Affected individuals typically suffer severe mental degradation and physical damage consistent with traumatic encephalopathy. The most consistent symptoms exhibited by the host have been restricted blood flow to the anterior cingulate cortex3 and an increase in size and blood flow to the amygdala. The most prominent signs involve affected individuals holding fluid conversation despite suffering from severe aphasia. When manifesting digitally, individuals display severe grammatical errors and incoherent text indicative of improper hand placement while typing.
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Prior to SCP-2299's apparition, individuals have described a 30-40 second period of sensory overload during which the individuals are said to feel momentarily panic-stricken, while having a very strong taste of blood or metal. Following this, SCP-2299's brain-altering effects begin to take place, accompanied by a strong odor of ammonia or formaldehyde, lasting up to two days following affliction.
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Discovery: SCP-2299 was first detected in the town of ███████, Washington, where residents reported witnessing what was described as a "giant ghostly octopus" encompassing much of the sky for 10-15 minutes. Photographs taken by the residents show the anomaly to be indistinct, but apparently resembling a disembodied spinal column, with the vertebrae extending into tendrils. Doppler radar did not detect anything unusual in the region beyond a brief spike in humidity which had begun to dissipate when the reported event occurred.
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The incident itself was connected to SCP-2299 when outbreaks matching the observed events in ███████ occurred in █ separate cities, preceded by the sudden apparition of the image in the sky.
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Interviews with affected individuals indicate most have never witnessed the event, while those who have describe it as having appeared and disappeared within a fraction of a second. Thus far, only the first reported sighting of the apparition has remained longer than a fraction of a second.
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Method of Action: Persons infected by SCP-2299 typically go through five discernible stages of "infection."
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6-20 minutes: Subjects begin to display symptoms such as poor motor control, trembling, sporadic instances of short-term memory loss, confabulation4, hypoxia, and in rare instances, potentially fatal temporal lobe epilepsy. Subjects are highly uncomfortable discussing their symptoms with anyone but close friends or family members.
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1-4 hours: Subjects will begin to experience spikes in blood flow to the amygdala, prompting abnormal growth of the amygdala, a process which has proven fatal in 1-2% of those infected. Further damage occurs to the anterior cingulate cortex, inducing a state of greatly exaggerated fear, anxiety, and paranoia. Subjects at this stage begin to seek out others, engaging either in like-minded discussion or arguments.
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4-6 hours: Adrenaline and dopamine flow is stimulated when the subject engages in a series of actions or activities which lead to violent encounters with others. Affected individuals begin to identify one another via shared symptoms and begin to cooperate with one another in committing violent acts usually directed against others who are not affected, although affected individuals have been noted assaulting one another.
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6-15 hours: Affected individuals taking part in larger groups will begin pushing for an escalation of violence against individuals not affected by SCP-2299. Subjects at this point tend to withdraw completely from friends and family members who are not affected. Those who remain in contact tend to steer all conversations towards socio-economic, political, and religious topics, or more often topics involving a supposedly hypothetical "invasion" by "trans-dimensional" humans.
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15-30 hours: Organized groups consisting of infected individuals tend towards more coordinated and organized acts of violence, including small acts of terrorism and rituals involving imitations of cannibalism. Groups will systematically single out unaffected individuals and subject them either to "liquidation" or "rectification", the former being a ritualized execution, the latter an apparent attempt to "spread" the condition via complete blood transfusion with several of the affected.
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After 30-36 hours, further alterations of the affected individual's brain caused by SCP-2299 cease. Adrenaline and dopamine levels stabilize, allowing for more complex thought and calculations. At this point, the affected individual appears to function normally within their community and in most cases is indistinguishable from an unaffected individual.
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Observation Log: An outbreak of SCP-2299 was reported in the town of █████████, some ██ km from its reported point of origin, ███████, Washington. Foundation personnel moved in to contain the site within 2 and a half hours of first report. Agents and Class-D personnel in various disguises were dispatched to the town to engage in conversation with affected personnel in 2-hour patrol intervals. All involved personnel were instructed not to contradict or antagonize the affected townspeople.
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16:40
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Personnel arrive on-site and enter a local bar. Subjects within are engaged in excited conversation of a political nature. Remarks contain a strong misogynistic leaning, with certain politicians denigrated for being "pussy-whipped", regardless of political party. D-Class are invited to participate in conversation. Cameras note several instances of spilled drinks and dropped glasses, as most individuals have their hands trembling and are blinking rapidly. Conversation briefly halted as one individual suffers an epileptic seizure and is taken to the local clinic. Someone remarks that the victim must have been "an eight" or "an ape."
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Personnel witness a man arguing with young woman in the street. The topic appears to involve the merits of grapes over saline capsules. Most individuals flee the scene, while a sizable group of men arrive and take up the argument, disseminating it along largely socio-economic lines. Another group, consisting largely of older men and women, begin to assault the others. All groups disband following arrival of police.
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Two females are included in D-Class group. Few of the subjects make note of them unless directly confronted. Conversations in the street begin to take on a strong nationalistic tone, while others explicitly involve the romanticizing of "Civil War genitals". Personnel are approached by a man and a woman asking if they saw someone "smiling too much, like a shark." The affected individuals express disbelief at the negative response, and dismiss the D-Class as "blind idiots."
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Most of the residents are awake, as police officers arrest several individuals near the town square. An angry mob is protesting, and violence escalates as rocks and beer bottles are flung at the officers. Shots are fired, and D-Class personnel flee the scene. As they depart, they are stopped by a man armed with a shotgun, who addresses the personnel (including accompanying female agent) as "Harold", a close friend of the subject. Subject does not distinguish between personnel, and invites the four "Harolds" over for breakfast in the morning. Personnel respectfully decline, and depart without further incident.
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Personnel find several houses boarded up, with police officers patrolling streets near the local bar with marked frequency. Several armed men sit outside the bar, apparently keeping watch. Within, the billiards area had been cleared out, allowing for bare-chested men and women to participate in impromptu bare-knuckle boxing matches. Many of the men and women have not left the bar since the day before.
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Police maintain a heavy presence near the bar, although the armed men have disappeared. Personnel enter the bar, and find everyone within calm and collected. In groups of two, the men slowly begin to leave the bar, heading out the back exit. Personnel exit the bar, and are briefly accosted by local police. Officers release the D-Class after identifying them as out-of-towners. Personnel note the officers are highly agitated and trembling noticeably.
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Officers begin to surround and enter the bar. A bomb is detonated moments later, killing many of the officers and collapsing the small building. Personnel flee the scene.
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Much of the male populace (along with sporadic females) of the town emerges from their homes fully armed. Questioned by personnel, they state they are "going hunting" and head towards the western outskirts of the town. Many individuals have blood or dye coating their right hands in an apparently ritualistic fashion.
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11:32
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Personnel station themselves on the roof of a house near the outskirts of town. Subjects are witnessed "hunting" the female population whom they have apparently herded into a 500-acre region of the town.
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Observation is ended and town placed under quarantine
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Affected individuals have proven resilient to interrogation attempts, often necessitating 10-18 hours of uninterrupted dialogue by skilled interrogators in order to ascertain relevant information. From such interrogations, it has been determined that the affected individuals may be faintly aware of the existence of SCP-2299 as a physical affliction, with some regarding it as a minor nuisance and others as a vital "supplement." The sole consistent factor between affected individuals apparently aware of SCP-2299 has been in associating it and those affected by it with the number 9.
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A single interview log has been retained due to potential relevancy in discerning the nature of SCP-2299.
Interviewed: [V████ Madsen, former resident of ███████, Washington]
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Interviewer: [Dr. Anna Sobotka]
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Dr. Sobotka: To repeat, you're well aware of this—
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Mr. Madsen: Cephalensis-9
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Dr. Sobotka: How did you become aware of it?
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Mr. Madsen: Pretty easy. Everyone was outside looking at the big tentacle cloud, taking pictures. I didn't care, I was just out for a smoke. Suddenly I'm getting chills and shaking, then everyone else in town starts up. Head to the clinic and it's damn near empty. The doctor says I'm fine, but I see his hands are trembling and he's struggling to write. So I start up a casual conversation with him and lo and behold, we start getting pretty friendly. Turns out we got a lot in common.
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Dr. Sobotka: What sort of things did you have in common?
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Mr. Madsen: Just things… Ways of thinking, that sort of thing.
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Dr. Sobotka: What about the name, "Cephalensis-9"? Where did that come from?
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Mr. Madsen: Are you east European, Ms. Sobotka? "Sobotka"… sounds Polish, I think.
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Dr. Sobotka: I am of Polish descent, yes.
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Mr. Madsen: Weird… you don't really look too Polish.
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Dr. Sobotka: What?
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Mr. Madsen: Are you sure your parents were pure Polish? You've got some decidedly non-European features to you. Might be a bit of miscegenation in your line.
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Dr. Sobotka: The name, please, Mr. Madsen.
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Mr. Madsen: Just sounded right. It was like word association—hear a word, say the first thing that pops into your head. Every time I thought about the thing, I got words like "cephalus" popping in my head. Then it morphed to "Cephalensis" so I started calling it that and it stuck. I rather like it. The "9" part, well… makes it sound more refined that way, you know? Like Cephalensis-1 through 8 just weren't good enough, but Cephalensis-9 came out just right.
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Dr. Sobotka: You said earlier that you noticed a sharp increase in violent discussions amongst your neighbors, am I right?
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Mr. Madsen: Some chattering, nothing serious. Had some very enlightening discussions on Zionism with them. It was nice to have a receptive audience for once. Too many Americans just refuse to hear the truth.
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Dr. Sobotka: At what point did it escalate into violence?
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Mr. Madsen: Do you know what truth I'm talking about, Anna? Why does such a small ethnic group wield such a disproportionate amount of political power and influence? Have you ever wondered why Zionism got so much traction in the West?
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Dr. Sobotka: Please stay focused, Mr. Madsen.
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Mr. Madsen: Took barely two hours. Guys start polishing their guns, gathering up empty beer bottles, taking spare tanks to the gas stations. "Just in case" they all said with a smile.
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Dr. Sobotka: Were you doing the same?
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Mr. Madsen: No. I don't even own a gun.
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Dr. Sobotka: Were you directly involved in that led to the rioting in front of [REDACTED] High School?
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Mr. Madsen: I didn't hurt anyone.
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Dr. Sobotka: None of the individuals affected by Cephalensis-9 we've encountered have displayed any anti-Semitic tendencies. They had quite a lot to say about us "uninfected", however. Are you sure you had such a receptive audience?
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Mr. Madsen: What, you expect them to be vocal about it? Howling "[EXPLETIVE]" in the streets and all?
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Dr. Sobotka: It doesn't seem logical to keep quiet about wanting to kill Jews but have no problem threatening to kill anyone not like them, Jew or not.
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Mr. Madsen: You think we all got infected by some "crazy mutant virus" that's turning us all into racist zombies attacking and killing each other.
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Dr. Sobotka: What really prompted the riot?
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Mr. Madsen: Concerned citizens worried about the state of their community.
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Dr. Sobotka: From what I've read, your community is among the best in the state. Very low crime, plenty of decent, hardworking people all getting along just fine. No major complaints about the mayor or the local police, no neighborly feuds escalating into dramatic confrontations or brawls in the street. Why start now?
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Mr. Madsen: You know what vaccines are, right? Vaccines were made to make us stronger. And the way you overcome a sickness is by being exposed to that sickness, just a bit, so our immune system can take a peek and figure out just how best to handle it. It hurts for a bit, yeah, but in the long run, it helps us. Prepares us for future battle with that illness, so we can survive.
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Dr. Sobotka: Cephalensis is like a vaccine, then?
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Mr. Madsen: Yes. It's… helping us. It sees we can't properly function, so it comes down like the hand of God and giving us a push in the right direction.
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Dr. Sobotka: That's like a vaccine?
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Mr. Madsen: Shit. Sorry, that's not how vaccines work. More like… a bit of artificial selection. Give us a quick little boost.
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Dr. Sobotka: Why is an alien influence making people kill each other a "boost"?
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Mr. Madsen: I didn't say "alien."
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Dr. Sobotka: Then what is it for?
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Mr. Madsen: I already told you. Someone clearly screwed up, is all.
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Dr. Sobotka: Who screwed up?
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Mr. Madsen: What ever god or government engineered it, obviously. Going back to the original topic a bit, how do you suppose such a tiny group of people gain an ungodly level of power and influence over so many others?
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Dr. Sobotka: I really can't go on discussing this with you, Mr. Madsen.
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Mr. Madsen: Doesn't have to be Zionists, could easily be Christians in a non-Christian land, immigrants… any group of minorities who refuse to recognize they are the minority, and refuse to integrate into a society that generously accepts them and lets them be who they are. Instead, they're insular, and they keep themselves walled off from everyone not like them. They devote their entire lives to "the tribe", or "tribes." They think they're being persecuted and they act accordingly. There's nothing wrong with borrowing from them, adapting their "my tribe" mentality for the majority.
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Dr. Sobotka: Right now, Mr. Madsen, you and others like you are not the majority. You've all suffered significant brain damage from whatever this affliction was and it's over now.
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Mr. Madsen: Sure. Of course it is.
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Dr. Sobotka: Thank you for your time, Mr. Madsen.
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Mr. Madsen: Whatever…
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<Note: Despite the allegations of Mr. Madsen, it is very unlikely any of his ideological rhetoric played a role in either triggering or exacerbating the outbreaks of violence among the affected individuals. Mr. Madsen's retention of his pre-existing prejudices may be purely incidental alongside the effects of SCP-2299.>
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Note: Based upon the subject's responses and questions, a working theory has emerged that SCP-2299 may not have been intended as a destructive anomalous effect, but mis-engineered or otherwise unintended for human physiology.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its size and fragility, SCP-2339-1 is to be kept within the original site of its discovery, which has been refurbished and designated Provisional Site-124. Weekly, the main auditorium is to be provided with the appropriate instruments and equipment of a modern philharmonic orchestra, and SCP-2339-2 allowed to perform. SCP-2339-2 are to be provided with a constant supply of nectar. All personnel entering the containment room must wear full bee-keeping gear, and at least one professional Foundation apiarist must be present on the site at all times.
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Description: SCP-2339 is the collective designation for an anomalously large Bombus terrestris (buff-tailed bumblebee) nest and the bees residing within. SCP-2339-1 is the nest itself, measuring nearly 32m across. In comparison, a standard European bumblebee nest has a maximum capacity of 400 bees, and is far smaller. Aside from its size, SCP-2339-1 shows no other anomalous properties.
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SCP-2339-2 refers to the inhabitants of SCP-2339-1, numbering approximately 85,000 bees. These bees live for just over a month, as is normal for the species, and produce young at a rate equal to the rate of death. The bees appear to be normal, showing no signs of increased intelligence or other anomalous properties, until presented with musical instruments. SCP-2339-2 work together as a group to play the instruments, through plucking, pressing keys, manipulating bows or drumsticks, and buzzing their wings to produce an airflow. Through these methods, SCP-2339-2 are extremely skilled in performing music, usually of the classical genre. SCP-2339-2 seem to prefer performing together as an orchestra. Around half of the bees play the instruments or act as the conductor, whilst the remaining half wait to replace bees who have become fatigued. Around 100 bees, including the queen, form a cluster around and manipulate a conductor's baton in order to conduct the orchestra. SCP-2339-2 appear to be able to perform once reaching maturity.
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If the bees are unable to play instruments for a period of time, they become lethargic before falling ill and eventually dying. Allowing them to play as a full orchestra weekly has proved sufficient for preventing this.
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SCP-2339-2 seem to play a seemingly random selection of classical music, however, they will always include Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov's "Flight of the Bumblebee" in their performance. SCP-2339-2 have a wide knowledge of many pieces of music, and when presented with new sheet music learn it at an extremely fast rate.
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SCP-2339 was first discovered during a building inspection before the scheduled demolition of the abandoned ██████ Concert Hall, ██████. The nest was found to be present in the main auditorium of the building, and reported by the inspector due to its size. The Foundation learned of this through an informant in the local council and sent an agent to investigate, who discovered the anomaly during a performance. Similarities between the anomalous phenomenon observed in SCP-2339 and that of SCP-2849 have been noted. An investigation into a potentially shared origin is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: Any recovered instances of SCP-2488-1 are to be stored in Site-23's Refrigerated Containment Unit 23-4. Individuals in possession of SCP-2488 instances, or possessing knowledge of SCP-2488 are to be amnesticized on a case-by-case basis.
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Description: SCP-2488 refers to a series of anomalous phenomena that occurred between April 21, 1933 and 1939.1 During this period, an organization known as the Safety Harbor Milk Bottle Delivery Service operated within Safety Harbor, Florida. The parameters of its tasks were to intake empty milk bottles and deliver full bottles of milk bearing the brand label "Safety Harbor Milk" (hereafter known as SCP-2488-1).
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No deliverymen or vehicles were sighted during delivery hours, and SCP-2488-1 materialized where no human observers could observe the event. On April 21, 1933, a full bottle of milk manifested on the threshold of every populated household within the city limits of Safety Harbor. Safety Harbor did not previously own a milk bottle service, due to economic hardship during the 1930s. The population of Safety Harbor is recorded to have shown misgivings towards SCP-2488 events upon initial manifestation. However, over time, SCP-2488 became an integral portion of Safety Harbor.
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SCP-2488 events occurred every night, at 00:03.2 Any empty milk bottle labelled as a Safety Harbor Milk bottle demanifested, if placed upon any portion of its linked household that could be defined as a "threshold", "patio", or "porch". At 00:05, an instance of SCP-2488-1 manifested for every received milk bottle.
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When consumed, SCP-2488 was known to give the consumer increased physical capability.3 Although this improvement did not significantly impact Safety Harbor, it allowed for an increased level of productivity that led Safety Harbor into a marginally improved economic and societal standing.
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If, at any time, an active citizen of Safety Harbor consumed SCP-2488-1, they were subject to the effects of SCP-2488. Following death, citizens of Safety Harbor would become reanimated, with drastically increased physical strength and stamina and progressive but usually minor cognitive decay. It became a major source of manual labor, which allowed for the development of more diverse professions for living citizens. Subjects who consumed SCP-2488-1 did not report its effects to be distressing. According to witnesses affected by SCP-2488, there was some concern related to SCP-2488 when reanimated corpses were first encountered, but most subjects declared the reanimation events to be "a boon".
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Reanimated subjects had an additional lifespan of 3-5 weeks, and only reanimated if the body was fully intact following death. Subjects were known to dig their own graves as they neared the end of their second lifespan, which became the subject of formal ceremonies similar to burials. However, these events were documented as more lively and upbeat. Reanimated subjects, although initially documented as startling, became a normal occurrence for citizens of Safety Harbor.
At least ten Foundation personnel are to be planted within Safety Harbor, Florida, while SCP-2488 persists. Investigations into the Safety Harbor Milk Delivery Service are considered top priority during SCP-2488 containment. However, the Second Life Labor Service is also to be implemented, in order to attempt to normalize life in Safety Harbor, while accounting for SCP-2488's effects.
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Census information from Safety Harbor is to be supplied remotely by Foundation personnel during containment development. Anyone attempting to enter Safety Harbor or approach it will be deterred by Foundation personnel posing as National Guard. The official cover story during containment is to establish that the area is currently undergoing sensitive relations with Native American peoples. Similarly, those who attempt to leave Safety Harbor are to be deterred with the news that nearby areas are undergoing conflict with Native American peoples.
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If interest in the cover story is generated in public media outside of Safety Harbor, Foundation personnel are to immediately repress emphasis on the town. Interests are instead to be directed towards northern regions of Florida as much as possible.
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DISCOVERY: SCP-2488 was first noted by a local publication claiming an uprising of the undead in west central Florida. The article, once investigated, was covered a second time in the same publication, and explained as a hoax. Peoples attempting to investigate Safety Harbor for themselves were deterred as the Foundation initiated investigation.
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The initial questioning of the mayor of Safety Harbor, Jackson Burk, led to the knowledge of a recent act of vandalism. The town's local Native American burial mound had been disturbed and laced with various litter as a rebellious act, in consequence of a newly established curfew. All the litter from the surface and first ten centimeters of the mound was removed, but it was otherwise left undisturbed during the investigation.
Source of Documentation: Summary of Town Hall Meeting, circa mid 1933
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The meeting transcript implies that this was the first encounter with the anomaly related to SCP-2488. Several moments of hysteria among attendees broke out during the course of the meeting, calling for the mayor to sequester the newly reanimated subjects. It was, however, the sentiment of a small group of attendees that this was a newly raised opportunity from God. This group was later identified as members of the Safety Harbor Christian Chapel.
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Citizens of Safety Harbor agreed to isolate recently dead persons in a location that supposedly no longer exists. At the time, it was used as a general storage area for the town, near the western limit. Reanimated persons were to be held here until their second expiration. A rotating one-month cleanout process was established.
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DOCUMENT 2488 17-C
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Source of Documentation: Summary of Safety Harbor Chapel board meeting, circa mid 1933
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The meeting's transcript implies some disagreement over the board's stance on the reanimated subjects. The discussed religious implications mostly resulted in dissent and disagreement among members, some of which opposed the confinement of reanimated persons. By the end of the meeting, no official verdict was established.
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DOCUMENT 2488 23-C
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Source of Documentation: Summary of Town Hall meeting, circa early 1934
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This is the third documented meeting solely on the topic of SCP-2488 events. Citizens show less aversion to reanimated subjects than before, after discussion of recent events. According to the transcript, a group of citizens (mostly from two of the town's larger families) broke into the warehouse and freed their reanimated relatives. After most reanimated persons had left the premise, a large procession was held for the proper burial of those who had experienced their second expiration.
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A mob of other citizens gathered to re-contain reanimated persons. It was at this time that Foundation personnel stepped in, suggesting that reanimated persons may not be inherently violent or ill-willed, like many held as a preconceived notion. During this night, after a Foundation-facilitated agreement was made between a significant portion of the town, the first "grave parties" were held. Although the original intent was a small town gathering the following day, the expiration of several reanimated persons led to their burial during the festivities, which initiated a newly found notion of "grave parties".
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Source of Documentation: Summary of Mayor Burk's self-presented eulogy, circa late 1935
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The eulogy delivered by Mayor Burk, apparently while standing on a podium over his self-dug grave, summarizes events since the beginning of SCP-2488 manifestation events. (This also marked the beginning of the tradition for reanimated subjects to dig their own graves, which was integrated as a part of "grave parties".) The presence of reanimated subjects at this time is considered a normal occurrence in Safety Harbor, and the original misgivings of citizens are restated. Despite the fear, and the destruction of the original town hall during the first reanimation event, Safety Harbor is summarized as showing immense growth, especially with the construction of a new town hall in early 1934, by reanimated subjects and living subjects alike. After delivering this eulogy, the "grave party" ensued until Mayor Burk stated a slowly approaching weakness coming over him, at which point he was lowered into his grave, and the celebration continued with a ceremonial filling of the grave and a second dessert course.
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Notes from Investigation Member Taylor: This recovered documentation was discovered as investigation into SCP-2488 was initiated. An abandoned office space found near the center of Safety Harbor, roped off as "Heritage Restoration In Progress", was one of the first subjects for investigation. No one had ever heard of the place before, and it didn't show up on the town map. It was, as the mayor said, a storage space full of heritage documents that they didn't dare to go through, lest they damage or lose any of them. Prior to amnesticization, we inquired a little into the SCP-2488 events, to see if he knew anything. The mayor couldn't tell us much, other than that it was some old folklore rolling around the town.
Date of Investigation: March 11, 1994 to March 13, 1994
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Subject of Investigation Subset 12-A: Philippe Park, Safety Harbor, FL
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Investigator: Ron Taylor
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Investigative Log: So, the first things on our list of locations to hit up were those of historical and community value. Of course, we combed through every "heritage" location in the town, and it turned up with a lot of written evidence, but nothing solid. Nothing directly implied that this was anything but a huge hoax put on by a generation of practical jokers.
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That was, until we went into Philippe Park.
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The Tocobaga people supposedly resided here, some long time ago. Way before the town was officially established. We had to set up this blinded pavilion around it, to make sure no one was suspicious of it, and we roped off the area. After the local government was ensured we wouldn't meddle with things, and we established a cover story for the removal of invasive plant species, we were going through it. It wasn't potentially destructive root systems that we found down there, though.
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Along with the decomposed remains of a supposed Tocobaga native, we found a milk bottle.
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We can't make heads or tails of it. There's some further investigation going into it now. The brains over at 147 think they've found some sort of radiation coming off of it that's interfering with most of our investigation into it, but we're trying to see if we can glean much else. So far, everything has been negligible.
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We did a bit of research into the Tocobaga people. Records indicate that they were driven from the area by the Spanish around 1528, and left behind this burial mound. It was once a place of ceremony, where the native people could celebrate various events - among them was death, which, according to recovered artifacts, was seen as a passing on rather than a final ending for life. They had this belief of ancestral spirits - once their elders died, the elders' spirits would remain to assist the living in intangible ways, and watch over them.
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The Tocobaga people, those that survived, dispersed among the population. We couldn't find much on what the few survivors did as they moved on, but we did find one document. In one of the smaller heritage sites near the edge of town, there were some documents, journals, that implied that the resident had some native heritage in them. There were many indications that not only was this individual important in the preservation of this site, but also that they visited it, on a daily basis, early in the morning, following the vandalism. The individual's documents end abruptly in November of 1939, which correlates to some of the approximate ending dates for SCP-2488 events. We've initiated some more investigation into the individual, but, I don't think much will turn up.
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Addendum 2488-Delta: On September 29, 2001, the discovery of an intact SCP-2488-1 instance occurred in Safety Harbor. The instance was confiscated by Foundation personnel, following the report in a local publication of a new heritage artifact, and subjected to chemical testing. No anomalous properties were discovered in the milk, and the instance was stored in Site 23's Refrigerated Storage Unit 23-4. Despite attempts to preserve the milk, it spoiled and curdled after one week of recovery.
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Further investigation into SCP-2488 has been reopened, and instances have begun to manifest randomly in adjacent cities as well. Testing has shown that these instances of SCP-2488-1 show similar properties to documented events. Full investigation has been initiated, per request from Site 23 research personnel.
Investigation Notes: Investigations started at the burial mound, where the first investigations had taken place. It was monitored for a period of three weeks with various audio/visual equipment. No one entered or left the premises during this time that was not Foundation personnel. Therefore, a scenario similar to the original visiting Native individual is not plausible. At the end of the three weeks, a further investigation was initiated.
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The anomaly only took a few hours to discover. There was a side effect that hadn't been projected back in 1994, or so the current hypothesis goes. Foundation personnel detected a cloud of electromagnetic energy that was hovering around the burial mound. The researchers managed to translate the conglomerated signals into a more translatable product.
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Our hypothesis is that their consciousnesses are all still here. It correlates, somewhat, to the native belief of ancestral spirits. We don't know how many there are, we're still checking the census and burial records, but it doesn't seem like it will be a small number.
Special Containment Procedures: Five instances of SCP-2584 are to be kept in a warm, dry enclosure of appropriate size in the Parazoology wing of Area-12. When an instance of SCP-2584 undergoes binary fission, one of the offspring is to be euthanized and disposed of.
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Description: SCP-2584 is a species of snake that has been classified Oxyuranus ouroboros. SCP-2584 is closely related to the species Oxyuranus microlepidotus, from the genes of which it may have been engineered. SCP-2584 is solid brown in coloration, and approximately 7cm to 10cm in thickness.
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SCP-2584 has no head or tail as its body forms a continuous closed loop. Otherwise, SCP-2584’s tissue and anatomy is completely normal, save for its circular spine, circulatory system, and digestive tract. SCP-2584 is able to achieve locomotion, but has no brain, sense of sight, hearing, taste or smell, and thus is only capable of reflexive movements to flee from danger after injury or move towards warmer areas. Otherwise, instances tend to remain still or spin in place.
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As SCP-2584 can neither eat nor breathe, the source of SCP-2584’s energy is unknown. The digestive tract of SCP-2584 cycles the same matter continuously, but is somehow able to gain metabolic energy with each cycle without expending any of the nutrients. SCP-2584 grows in length at a rate of approximately 1.4cm per week, and the contents of its digestive system have been found to increase in proportion to its size.
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When SCP-2584 reaches a length of around 220cm, it undergoes asexual reproduction. The process begins with SCP-2584 spasming to cause half of its body to form a half twist, assuming a figure eight posture. Then, over the course of 2-3 days, the overlapping portions of SCP-2584’s body will shed its scales and dermal layers at the place of contact, and eventually become adjoined. Finally, over the course of 7-9 days, the internal anatomy of the adjoined area will modify to form two distinct loops, and SCP-2584 will separate into two distinct organisms of half the length. This reproduction takes place approximately once every eighteen months. As this method of reproduction introduces no genetic variation, all instances of SCP-2584 are clones.
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Addendum 2584-1: Due to SCP-2584’s abundance, harmlessness, and ease of maintenance, the Department of Parazoology has decided to allow a limited number of Area-12 personnel to apply to obtain instances of SCP-2584 to keep as on-site pets. Owners must properly enclose and supervise their instances, turn in one of the offspring upon fission, and promptly report any unusual behavior. This is a privilege that may be revoked without warning at any time.
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Addendum 2584-2: On 7 Nov 2014, Dr. Jept reported that his pet SCP-2584 was reproducing strangely. The specimen was returned to the Parazoology wing for observation. After division was complete, it was clear that the two daughter specimen underwent fission in such a way that they ended up linked. Both specimens were kept alive for study.
On Mon, Jul 28, 2014 at 12:50pm, Kaye Thomas (thomask@foundation.scp) wrote:
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As per O5-1's instructions, I have sent you a copy of 3002's file. Let me know if you need anything else.
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Dr. Kaye Thomas
+Information and Memetics Division
+Site-82
+thomask@foundation.scp
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Document prepared by: Doctor Darryl Loyd
+Date: 2014-07-20
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Item #: SCP-3002
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: A single prisoner affected by SCP-3002 is to be kept for the purposes of testing and analysis. They will be held in a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-41. Verbal and physical interaction is to be limited to approved testing. The remaining prisoners and staff members of South Rock Penitentiary have been given Class B amnestics, and are to be monitored for any re-occurrence of SCP-3002.
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+Description: SCP-3002 refers to a specific memory shared by 85% of the prisoner population in the South Rock Penitentiary, located near Lafayette, Indiana. Affected inmates are all able to recall a specific day from their childhood. Specific dates vary between subjects, but the majority remember this day occurring sometime between the ages of ten to thirteen.
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SCP-3002 accounts consist of the individual walking through or playing in a forested garden with their best friend at the time. At some point in their memory, inmates recall getting into an argument with their friend. Several accounts have details that conflict with the person's actual life, as several subjects did not live in or travel to locations with forests until their adult life.
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SCP-3002 was originally discovered when Dr. Susan Fairbank, a psychologist working at the prison, noticed a large amount of inmates mentioning specific memories that all seemed to be identical. The incident was brought to the attention of the Foundation after agents monitoring a message board concerning psychology for a different anomaly noticed Dr. Fairbank's account of the shared memory.
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At the time of initial containment, inmates were able to recall details of SCP-3002 with eidetic clarity. After several interviews, the subjects began to recall progressively less detail in SCP-3002, to the point where recollection of the affected memory was similar to normal memories. The reason behind this is unclear.
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Addendum 3002-1: John Baylesh was incarcerated in South Rock Penitentiary in 2006 for multiple accounts of breaking and entering, aggravated assault, and vehicular manslaughter. Doctor Loyd was chosen to conduct this interview.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Loyd enters the interview room and takes a seat. Baylesh was lead into the room shortly after and secured to the table.
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Baylesh: You know, I kinda dig these new blocks, but I thought I wasn't in for a transfer.
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Dr. Loyd: Well, it's not a normal transfer, and most likely won't be permanent. I'm Doctor Loyd. I have a few questions to ask you.
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Baylesh: Well that's a shame, you folks got good grub.
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Dr. Loyd: Right. Would you like some water or something else to drink before we begin?
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Baylesh: Eh, sure. Why not, right?
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Dr. Loyd: The water will be here in a moment. Now, John, if John is what you go by, I want you to think back to your childhood. Are there any memories that stand out to you? Fun birthdays? Broken bones? Days in the park? Anything.
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Baylesh:(Subject waves hand dismissively.) Call me whatever. But why do you care? You some sort of shrink?
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Dr. Loyd: Please answer the question, John.
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Baylesh: Fine, fine, whatever… (Subject is silent for several seconds and looks contemplative.) Giving it some thought, I remember the 17th of January, 1997. Me and John were playing in Brum Woods, a, uh, park by where we grew up. It was between me and John, so we-
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Dr. Loyd: John?
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Baylesh: Oh yeah, sorry. John was a kid I spent a lot of time with when we were kids. I went by Joey back then. John DeNunzio1 was his name, I think.
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An auxiliary staff enters the room, delivers several bottles of water, and exits.
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Baylesh: Anyways, we were just messing around, being dicks to some squirrels. It'd been cloudy for awhile, but it was otherwise a great day, that we just wanted to get out of the house. As we were talking, we got to the topic of school. A new kid had just started at class. I think her family moved from Slovakia or something. But John just started going on and on and on about how much of a fuck she was, kinda being racist. That was just fuckin' weird. I'd known John forever, and he was always nice to everyone.
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Dr. Loyd: Did you do anything about his, uh, ranting?
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Baylesh: Y-Yeah. I called him out on that shit. I mean, his mom was Polish. God, I don't know what happened, but what he said just got under my skin. After I yelled at him, we just sorta shut up and went our separate ways.
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Dr. Loyd: Did anything else of note happen?
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Baylesh:(Subject sighs and is silent for several seconds.) Yeah. Lily found me.
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Dr. Loyd: Was she a friend of yours?
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Baylesh: Yeah, she was always a little weird. I think she was… (Subject gesticulates at his head) y'know. Like, when she found me in the park, the first thing she did was get really close, put her hands on my shoulders, and asked me super seriously if I remembered her, and then just went on and on about some school project. Honestly, how could I forget Lily, she was always… (Subject is silent for several seconds.) Huh. I can't actually remember.
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Dr. Loyd: Can you at least recall what she looked like?
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Baylesh: Yeah, she had super blond hair, I think, and she- (Subject looks confused and remains silent for several seconds.) I-I can't remember nothing. But that's not right, she was one of my best friends. Was she? I swear I know her, but I- (Subject puts his face in his hands.)
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Dr. Loyd: Please try to be calm. We'll have you transferred back to your cell shortly.
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<End Log>
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After several interviews, multiple common details could be found between all accounts of SCP-3002. These include the weather being cloudy but warm, an argument with the friend concerning a new child in school, and the presence of a female child with blond hair, most often described as Slovakian or Eastern European.
The photograph of Mr. Greenspan decorating the stand of SCP-3197.
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Special Containment Procedures: The components of SCP-3197 are to be kept disassembled in a standard containment locker. Testing may be initiated by any employee with a Level 2 clearance. Non-Foundation personnel who came in contact with SCP-3197 before containment are to be administered amnestics.
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Description: SCP-3197 is a mahogany stand adorned with three wax candles, a cerulean bowl, two BIC pens, and a framed photograph of Alan Greenspan, the 13th Chairman of the United States Federal Reserve. A “List of Acceptable Offerings” is inscribed into the base of the stand.
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Several conditions must be met for the anomalous properties of the object to manifest:
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All candles must be lit and the bowl filled approximately halfway with rose water.
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The BIC pens must be placed equidistant on opposite sides of the picture.
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A supplicant must approach the stand and kneel, placing a piece of paper with a four-letter symbol into the bowl along with an offering.
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The supplicant must perform a short recitation:
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Our Holy Greenspan
+Hallowed be Thy Name
+Give us this day our daily profits
+And write off our losses
+Lead us not into overleverage
+But deliver us from margin calls
+For yours is the market and the profit and the glory
+Forever and ever
+Amen
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If all the required conditions are all met, the offering placed within the bowl will vanish1. If the four-letter symbol corresponds to a stock listed on the New York Stock Exchange, the stock will experience a return matching the relevant entry in the list inscribed into the base of the stand. Stocks listed on other exchanges are unaffected.
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The anomalous properties continue to manifest themselves if minor alterations are made to the ritual, for instance if BIC pens are replaced with graphite pencils, or if artificial candles are substituted for wax. However, all anomalous properties cease if the picture of Alan Greenspan is replaced with a photograph of Ben Bernanke or other Federal Reserve chairs such as Janet Yellen or Paul Volcker.
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Appendix A: "List of Acceptable Offerings" inscribed into the base of SCP-3197
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A memento from the supplicant's childhood: 1%
+The supplicant’s full head of hair: 2%
+The supplicant’s wedding ring: 5%
+An urn with the ashes of the supplicant’s parent: 7%
+The supplicant’s thumb (right hand): 10%
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Appendix B: Interview with Jack Rossi, former equity trader with Dean Peabody LLP
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The following interview was conducted on 4/6/2008 shortly after discovery and containment of SCP-3197. Mr. Rossi initially refused to cooperate with Foundation researchers, whom he believed to be working for an unspecified government agency. After covert administration of EXP-URXW-232, and after assurances from the researchers that they meant him no harm, Mr. Rossi consented to be interviewed.
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Researcher ██████: Do you remember when you put the altar together?
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Mr. Rossi: Christ, who knows? Early ‘97, maybe. The S&P was about to break a thousand, I know that much. Also, wasn’t me that put it together.
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Researcher ██████: Who was it, then?
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Mr. Rossi: All I did was put the photo on it.
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Researcher ██████: But you were the one who brought the stand to the Peabody headquarters?
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Mr. Rossi: Saw it out by the curb somewhere in midtown. 56th street, maybe. Fucking Hindus or Buddhists or whatchamacallthem, they were throwing it out. Took it on a whim and set it up in the break room with the big photo. We all had a nice laugh over it.
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Researcher ██████: Who do you mean by "we"?
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Mr. Rossi: All of us on the trading floor. Dick, Lester, Phil, the overeager juniors fresh out of school who fetched us drinks. The big boss saw it and laughed so hard he almost barfed his lunch. Next day someone put the bowl in there. The pens were Phil’s idea. Some loser over at Goldman told him the chairman was fond of BICs.
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Yeah, it was fucking fantastic. Anytime a client would come in, we’d take them round the back and show them “our new religion,” as we called it. Everyone thought it was a goddamn riot.
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Researcher ██████: And the list?
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Mr. Rossi: Just appeared one day. Don’t know who carved it in. Nobody would admit to it. Wasn’t very funny, if you ask me. A bit like taking the joke too far.
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The first time someone used it was during one of the corrections…
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Researcher ██████: I'm sorry, what is a correction in this context?
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Mr. Rossi: Let's just say it was mid-98. A fucking massacre on the trading floor. I remember I got off easy, my portfolio was down 7-8%. Most had losses in the 20-30% range. Bonuses were evaporating left right and center. I'm telling you, I could smell divorce in the air.
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Researcher ██████: Pardon?
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Mr. Rossi: Most of the guys had trophy wives. You know, blondes, big tits, a few decades younger than them. Hell, some had trophy mistresses. You think their women would stick by them once they were out on the curb?
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Researcher ██████: I see.
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Mr. Rossi: So anyway, when the bell rings and the bloodbath is finally over, Lester brings us to the break room and does a big show. He kneels in front of the little altar, writes one of his big stocks on a piece of paper, recites a mangled version of the Lord's prayer and throws his wedding band in there. We’re all smiling, because for God’s sakes we need some comic relief, you know? The whole time, I’m thinking of what I’d do if I lose my job. My wife — everything’s solid there, knock on wood. But we’d have to move to fucking Jersey.
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Researcher ██████: Was that when you first noticed the anomalous effect?
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Mr. Rossi: His wedding band disappeared. Poor sod looked for it for hours. He was still looking when I went home that day, muttering about how his wife was gonna give him a serious ass-kicking. Next day, though, we're all getting fucked up the ass again but Lester’s stock pops 5%. Lucky motherfucker ended the day only a little bit in the red.
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So, after the stocks close we’re all smirking together, ha-ha, the thing works, doesn’t it? All hail the holy Greenspan! Phil pops home and brings back some chess trophy he won when he was still in diapers. Next day, another fucking massacre, we're talking 10-15% losses across the board, except Phil's shitty dog of a stock is up 1%.
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Researcher ██████: And then you began using the altar regularly?
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Mr. Rossi: Not really. For a while we went on on making wisecracks. Ha-ha, on your way to the altar Dick? Your stocks must be crunching! But the results were undeniable. Every time someone made an offering, the return would be there the next day like clockwork.
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And then…then I guess the jokes stopped being funny. Gradually, we just stopped talking about it, even though we were using the thing as often as we could. Hair takes time to grow after you shave it off, you know. A month later, we moved it to a private room. Custom made lock, only a few of us had the key, didn't even let the janitor in there. If anyone asked, we said we threw the thing way.
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Researcher ██████: The returns coming from the offerings don’t seem to be very large.
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Mr. Rossi: Yeah, dummy, you don’t invest in the stock directly. You wait until all the momentum traders think a stock is gonna crumble, then you start trading futures. On a good day, you can find a tanking stock along with some poor schmuck who'll bet you against a 10% rise at 50:1 odds, if not more.
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Researcher ██████: I think I have all I need. Someone else will be in to see you shortly. Out of curiosity, do you have any regrets about the whole thing?
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Mr. Rossi: The fuck would I?
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Researcher ██████: Digging up your parents, for example.
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Mr. Rossi: Oh yeah, I'm sure they really mind. I bet they were having a grand ole time in that cemetery.
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Researcher ██████: What about your hand?
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Mr. Rossi: Listen, if I have trouble opening a door, I’ll get my butler to do it for me.
EDIT COMMENT: Revised containment procedures with updated information. Updated description with most relevant example. Added addendum with last known observational data.
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Changes from revision 029 have been marked in blue.
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SCP-3445
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Item #: SCP-3445
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Object Class:SafeUncontained
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Special Containment Procedures:SCP-3445 is contained on-site at Peak Cemetery by a 24/7 guard duty disguised as local groundskeepers; an auxiliary Site, Site 321/A, has been established nearby for research purposes. A storage shed has been constructed around SCP-3445 to perform tests without exposing it to public viewing. Unauthorized persons approaching SCP-3445 will be administered amnestics and redirected elsewhere. Identification of subjects described in SCP-3445-A instances is ongoing.
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The status of SCP-3445 is currently unknown. Containment personnel are presumed deceased.
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Description: SCP-3445 is an unmarked Christian gravestone measuring approximately two meters tall located in Peak Cemetery, near Aurora, Colorado. Study of its material corrosion over time indicates it was first constructed some time in the late 1930s or early 1940s. SCP-3445 has an "S" symbol superficially resembling a dollar sign carved into its center.
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When any $1 or $5 US bill is placed in one of the four openings in the top of SCP-3445, the currency will immediately vanish from its location and is subsequently replaced by a small notecard measuring 76.2 by 127.0 mm1 in the same spot five minutes later (hereafter SCP-3445-A). SCP-3445-A instances are brief commentaries on a recently deceased person, always using the following format:
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Reason for Demise: This section contains a cryptic statement from which the subject's cause of death can usually be inferred, depending on the context given in the rest of a 3445-A instance.
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Preparations: Predictions are given for memorial and/or funeral services for the deceased. Subsequent research into 3445-A instances conclusively matched with real persons revealed that predictions are usually in line with the subject's personal religious beliefs (or lack thereof) during life and match actual memorial events.
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Commentary: Trends leading to increased deaths in society are briefly discussed in the first person, usually attempting to tie in the identity of the subject with the cause of death discussed. The identity of the person or entity speaking in 3445-A instances is currently unknown.
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Example of SCP-3445-A instance, 23 Sep 2012 (transcript): [Foundation commentary in brackets]
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Reason for Demise: Having too much fun at a party, and not slowing down. [Later identified as Greg Jones, a 22 year old college senior from Southern Illinois University-Edwardsville who died from alcohol intoxication while attending an off-campus party]
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Preparations: A field of grieving scholars and forlorn music. A casket with a clean look for the ceremony, and ritual incineration afterwards. A simple memory, with future fate unknown. [A memorial service was held for Jones in the campus' football field, and his body was cremated. Last line possibly referencing non-religious status of subject.]
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Commentary: I'm MADD about the frequency of this. If it doesn't happen in cars, it happens in dorm rooms. [The spelling and capitalization of MADD is likely a reference to Mothers Against Drunk Driving, a non-profit American organization that advocates for stricter drunk driving laws]
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Example of SCP-3445-A instance, 24 Dec 2018 (transcript)
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Reason for Demise: Heeding to peer pressure and a false warning. [Identity unverified, location/incident verified]
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Preparations: A desperate cry of sympathy and a demand for answers. A funeral procession held on national television. A sense that something is wrong that will make it so. [SCP identification verified]
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Commentary: They were the first, but I suspect they will not be the last. In fact, I suspect you may be next. When their inevitable conviction meets your uncertain mind, there is only one certain outcome. [First recorded 3445-A instance directly addressing reader]
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The person discussed within an SCP-3445-A instance is not named and is usually difficult to identify because of the lack of specific information about them and the apparently random location of a given subject - subjects have been identified in locations ranging from central Colorado to China. However, analysis of the "Commentary" section combined with the cultural descriptions in the "Preparations" section has lead to a small number of identifications of 3445-A described individuals. On the few occasions where an individual has been identified prior to burial or cremation, attempts to intervene to prevent the predictions made in the "Preparations" section from occurring result in local space-time being anomalously altered until the conditions of the funeral service and/or other burial preparations are met.
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Addendum 3445.A: On 12 Mar 2019, an automated Emergency Containment Information message was delivered to Area-055-A containing updated samples of 3445-A instances, recorded shortly before containment was abandoned on 20 Feb. These messages are noticeably shorter than previously recorded instances. O5-6 received and acknowledged the message, and has updated SCP-3445's file accordingly. The current status of SCP-3445 is unknown. All containment personnel are presumed deceased.
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1 Feb 2019
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Reason for Demise: Fear of the unknown.
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Preparations: None, as their family succumbed to the same fear. It is hard to hold a funeral when everyone thinks the victim had the right idea.
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Commentary: This is getting out of hand. Can none find the cure to this? For years they have died sensibly and reasonably, and now everyone has lost their minds.
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14 Feb 2019
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Reason for Demise: Love of the known, and fear of a delusion.
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Preparations: Demolition as the corpses of the misguided are crushed under the concrete. Nobody wishes to use their resting place, because everyone is already very tired.
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Commentary: There's nothing that can be done now. You had a job, and you failed it. Goodbye, victims of failure. I hope there is something waiting for you.
Filename: 3445.jpg
+Name: N/A
+Author: rev_neil
+License: CC0
+Source Link:Pixabay
+Additional Notes: Pixabay moved to its own Pixabay License in January 2019, but CC0 is still applied to images uploaded before January 2019. See here for details.
A sample SCP-3525 manifestation, with identifying location information redacted.
+The identity of the driver pictured is currently unknown.
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Item #: SCP-3525
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Total containment for SCP-3525 has not yet been achieved; accordingly, these procedures are still being developed and are subject to further modification as more information is gathered.
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Foundation technicians have installed backdoors in all major rideshare application servers allowing them to intercept any ride pickup confirmations from perfectly-rated drivers who do not appear in those applications' servers. These drivers should be re-routed to available Foundation personnel for testing purposes if available and otherwise simply canceled. The same safeguards should be installed in any new rideshare applications developed, although where possible their parent companies should be acquired and shut down in order to avoid spreading Foundation technical resources too thinly.
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D-class personnel assigned to test SCP-3525 should be fitted with standard exploding-bolt collars and tracking devices to ensure they do not avoid re-containment after their ride completes.
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Description: SCP-3525 is an anomalous phenomenon linked to all major rideshare applications1 that manifests when the app assigns a driver with a perfect 5-star rating to pick up a rider. Upon entering into these drivers' cars, riders uniformly report a sense of vague unease without being able to pinpoint the cause. After a few minutes, the driver then asks the rider a number of personal questions, starting from innocuous questions about personal well-being and progressing to interrogating them about their secrets, desires, and fears alongside detailed questions about their home lives and work responsibilities. Riders report a growing certainty that the driver will cause them physical harm if they refuse to answer these questions, although this does not appear to be a strict compulsion effect and riders can choose not to answer. In no case thus far has an SCP-3525 driver caused physical harm to any rider.
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While in the car, riders describe the scenery as becoming surreal and unfamiliar. Common descriptions include buildings bending at alien angles, people outside becoming blurry and indistinguishable, and all physical landmarks disappearing entirely. However, external monitoring only shows the car moving along the most efficient route to its destination. Ridesharing carpools affected by SCP-3525 terminate in one of two ways: either the driver successfully delivers the rider to their intended destination or they stop at a midway point and ask the rider to leave, refusing to keep driving until the rider exits. Riders who successfully reach their intended destination have been observed to exhibit erratic behavior following their exposure to SCP-3525, including memory loss, personality shifts, and general confusion. Riders who stop short of their destination do not display these symptoms. Riders additionally report that the time spent in the car feels significantly longer than the apparent elapsed time; this temporal discrepancy has been confirmed via testing (see test log below).
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No information about SCP-3525 drivers can be found in the databases of the apps in question and the mechanism by which they are assigned is currently unknown. In addition, they share no apparent commonalities apart from their 5-star rating, varying on race, gender, age, appearance, and make and model of car; similarly, the riders who get these drivers appear to be randomly-selected. SCP-3525 cars additionally appear to block all transmissions; GPS signals, telephonic communication, and radio contact all cease the moment a rider steps into the car and closes the door, although they do resume once the car door is opened again.
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While many of the SCP-3525 riders contacted the app companies to complain, these complaints appear to have largely been ignored. Accordingly, the Foundation only became aware of the phenomenon several years after it had been in effect when a Foundation agent happened to experience an SCP-3525 manifestation firsthand as a rider, at which point the anomaly was reported, verified, and contained.
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Addendum 3525-a: Partial Test Log
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Note: Given the wide geological range of this phenomenon and the sudden nature of its manifestation, many of these tests were performed in a somewhat ad-hoc manner, taking advantage of whatever D-class personnel that were at hand and with test plans invented on the spot. Dedicated testing protocols are still a work in progress.
Experiment 3525-1
+Location: Seattle, USA
+Procedure: Control experiment; subject was given no special instructions. A D-class with limited exposure to Foundation assets was chosen to minimize information leakage. Subject was fitted with audiovisual recording device and remote broadcasting device.
+Results: Subject was successfully transported to intended destination. While the outside time elapsed between source and destination was only 15 minutes, the recorder picked up an interrogation lasting approximately 4 hours that touched on all aspects of the subject's life to date, including his day-to-day life as a Foundation asset and his previous arrest for [REDACTED]. The visual recordings additionally confirmed that the view from inside the car's windows was at odds with its physical location and displayed scenery that bore no resemblance to the actual outside. The remote broadcasting device was rendered inoperable for the duration of the ride. After the test concluded, the subject was quarantined and observed; subject displayed an increased tendency to focus on his previous crimes and some apparent memory loss.
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Experiment 3525-2
+Location: San Francisco, USA
+Procedure: Multiple Foundation vehicles blocked the driver in when he arrived for pickup, with orders to extract and contain the driver.
+Results: When the driver realized he was unable to leave, he immediately self-terminated by forcibly ripping his throat out with his fingernails, severing his carotid artery. An autopsy revealed no anomalous physiology. The frequency of SCP-3525 manifestations was not impacted in any noticeable way by the death of this driver.
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Experiment 3525-4
+Location: Paris, France
+Procedure: Experiment 3525-2 was repeated, but this time the blockade happened midway through the ride. D-class subject instructed to attempt to drive the car if driver self-terminated.
+Results: Driver self-terminated as before upon being impeded. The subject was unable to drive the car at this point, although she continued to record anomalous visual footage. After she opened a door, all anomalous visual footage immediately stopped and the car became drivable again.
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Experiment 3525-7
+Location: Shanghai, China
+Procedure: Control experiment repeated; procedure exactly the same as Experiment 3525-1.
+Results: Driver stopped midway. Recording indicates that this occurred after the subject was interrogated about the Foundation at length; no classified information was disclosed and no more detail was presented than in the first control experiment. Subject placed under quarantine but has thus far not displayed any erratic behavior.
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Experiment 3525-12
+Location: Jakarta, Indonesia
+Procedure: Subject was provided with a syringe containing a calibrated dose of sodium thiopental and instructed to inject the driver during the ride. Foundation personnel would then extract and contain the driver.
+Results: Subject was able to successfully administer the anesthetic; driver attempted to self-terminate but was rendered unconscious. Driver was extracted and contained at Site-44. Upon regaining consciousness, the driver lapsed into a semi-catatonic state; while she maintained respiratory activity, she remained unresponsive to all outside stimuli. MRI scans revealed minimal brain activity but no anomalous neurology.
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Experiment 3525-16
+Location: Boston, USA
+Procedure: Control experiment performed for third time.
+Results: Same as Experiment 3525-7.
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Experiment 3525-23
+Location: Mexico City, Mexico
+Procedure: Control experiment performed for tenth time.
+Results: Same as previous eight experiments. The only recorded experimental instance thus far of the rider successfully making it to their destination is Experiment 3525-1.
+Followup: A re-analysis of riders subjected to SCP-3525 prior to Foundation containment revealed that those who made it to their destination are uniformly distinct from one another. That is, once a rider makes it to their destination, any subsequent rider with the same socioeconomic background and profession will invariably stop short.
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Experiment 3525-37
+Location: San Francisco, USA
+Procedure: For several weeks a D-class subject was conditioned to respond to all personal questions as though he was a Foundation agent; a thorough fictional backstory was constructed, intended to cover all aspects of interrogation. No amnestics were applied and the conditioning was entirely psychological in nature. As with all previous tests, an audiovisual recorder was supplied.
+Results: Subject was successfully delivered to his destination. Upon recovery, the subject continued to act as though he believed his fictional backstory even after multiple rounds of deprogramming. Subject additionally appeared not to recognize Foundation staff he had interacted with repeatedly, other D-class subjects he had previously been acquainted with, or photographs of his family members. Finally, the subject appeared to be equally unaware of certain aspects of his own fictional backstory; analysis of the ride recordings revealed that the only aspects he has maintained the veracity of were those that he was explicitly interrogated about during the SCP-3525 manifestation.
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Experiment 3525-51
+Location: San Francisco, USA
+Procedure: Same subject from Experiment 3525-37 was assigned to be a rider. Subject continues to maintain his fictional backstory.
+Results: The driver remained entirely silent for the duration of the ride and the elapsed time inside the car was precisely identical to the elapsed time outside. This is the first time either of these results has been recorded.
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Experiment 3525-78
+Location: London, UK
+Procedure: Three subjects assigned to ride together.
+Results: As with Experiment 3525-55, the driver first started interrogating one subject, picked apparently at random. However, exactly 2 hours and 14 minutes into this interrogation (elapsed time outside: 7 minutes), one of the indistinct pedestrians visible through the car windows on the recording rushed up to the car and physically slammed into it. The driver immediately sped up and drove silently for a full hour (elapsed time outside: 1 minute) before stopping and instructing all riders to leave.
+Followup: All further subjects are to be provided with a dose of sodium thiopental and instructed that if one of the pedestrians visible via the car windows attempts to interact with the car, they are to immediately inject the driver and attempt to communicate with the pedestrian in question.
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Addendum 3525-b: Transcript of audio recording, Experiment 3525-170
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Note: The following is a transcript of the second encounter with a pedestrian during an SCP-3525 manifestation. For the purposes of this transcript the driver is referred to as SCP-3525-1, the pedestrian as SCP-3525-2, and the rider by his designation, D-17214.
SCP-3525-1: …when did you drop out of school, [REDACTED], and what drove that decis-
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At this point a loud impact can be heard; the camera (mounted on D-17214's head) swivels to catch SCP-3525-2 pressed against the car window.
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D-17214: Oh… oh, right, okay, here we go-
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A flurry of movement occurs. Followup investigation revealed that D-17214 missed the injection point (inserting the syringe into SCP-3525-1's shoulder instead) and SCP-3525-1 managed to self-terminate.
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D-17214: Whoa. [laughter] Man, that's messed up. Guess he just wasn't into needles, huh? [laughter] You, uh, you saw that he did that to himself, right? I had nothing to do with it, just want to make that clear. Annoying prick, though.
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D-17214: Okay, now where's that other guy gone off to?
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The camera swivels to the back window. SCP-3525-2 is still visible, although several dozen feet away now. After a short pause, it begins to walk towards the car, eventually pressing its face up to the window again. From up close, SCP-3525-2's features appear to shift repeatedly in size and shape every few seconds, as though being refracted through a number of lenses in rapid succession.
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D-17214: You're… real hard to look at, buddy.
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There is no response. D-17214 pulls out a Foundation-written questionnaire.
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D-17214: So much for small talk. Okay, uh… who are you, and what is your purpose here?
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SCP-3525-2's mouth moves slowly but no sound is audible.
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D-17214: Hey, do you hear me? Who are you? Do you have a name?
D-17214: Is that… what is that? Is that your name?
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SCP-3525-2: (louder) Name… name. Name. Name?
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D-17214: Yeah, dummy, name. Like, my name is [REDACTED], and your name is…?
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SCP-3525-2: Name. Name is Carl… no, Carlton? Carlton.
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D-17214: Huh. Surprisingly normal, for a creepy jello-faced guy. All right, Carlton, what's your purpose here? What are you doing here, exactly?
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SCP-3525-2: Don't… know.
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D-17214: Okay, well, they didn't give me a lot of instructions about followup questions, so I'm just going to take that one at face value. Moving on: What is this place, and where is it?
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SCP-3525-2: Nothing.
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D-17214: So… is that an answer to both questions, or-
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SCP-3525-2: It is a lack. It stretches on without end or meaning. The buildings are shells, empty. Dewey stole eight bags. No one speaks, or hears, or knows. It's a place to lose yourself, softly. Jerry scored eighty-seven.
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D-17214: Uh, okay, this next one I am actually interested in hearing you answer: Why are these drivers asking us all of these questions?
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SCP-3525-2: Drivers?
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D-17214: Jesus, the… the guy in the front seat of the car here, who kept asking questions all the damn time. Why? Why did he do that?
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SCP-3525-2: The buildings aren't the only things here that are hollow. The people need to be filled up. Yaz smacked seventeen dingers. So they can leave.
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D-17214: Filled up with what? Leave to where? …Dingers?
D-17214: Well fuck me for trying to get a little more out of you, I guess. Next up: Are you also a driver? Is the driver… the, uh, the man in the front seat, is he one of you?
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SCP-3525-2: He contains nothing. I contain more. You contain more, still. You and I, we… do not have the hunger that comes with nothing. Yet.
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D-17214: Some, uh, mixed messages there, but we're almost through this thing and I figure if I push you I'll just get a bunch of numbers, so last question: Have you always been in this place, or did you come from somewhere else originally?
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SCP-3525-2: I came from… I can't… it was a room. They brought me into a room and there was a man there and I was more scared than I had ever been before. And he asked me questions and he… took from me. That was the year Torrez let Bucky Dent homer off us and it broke my heart2. I used to have so much more. I can't… it's all gone, now, except…
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D-17214: A room, huh? Not a car?
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SCP-3525-2: What did you say your name was?
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D-17214: [REDACTED].
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SCP-3525-2: [REDACTED], where were you born?
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D-17214: Oh no, I'm not going through this shit again. Sorry, Carlton, we're done here, I'm out.
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SCP-3525-2: No! No, I… gave so much to you, I don't have… you have to give me something. Please, just talk to me, I need to keep something, it just keeps going on and on and on without end and I have to have a real piece, to hold on to… I won't take anything you need, please, just - you have so much, and-
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D-17214 reaches for the door handle on the opposite side of the car from SCP-3525-2.
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SCP-3525-2: I don't want to become-
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There is a sound of shattering glass behind D-17214 as he opens the door. When the camera turns around, SCP-3525-2 is gone and the scenery has returned to normal. There is no apparent damage to any window.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3636 is to be kept in a standard secure cell at Site-17. Access to the room requires Level-2 or higher clearance. All staff members involved in the testing of SCP-3636 must be provided with an up-to-date song blacklist document. Under no circumstances are songs from the blacklist to be selected.
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Description: SCP-3636 is a 155cm by 85cm jukebox similar in design to a Wurlitzer 1015 with a decorative rainbow-colored light across the top and a golden plate bearing the inscription, "World's Greatest Jukebox". The glass selection screen where one would typically find booklets detailing the songs available is instead replaced with a blue touchscreen displaying a search bar and the text, "Search for song title, artist, or album". SCP-3636 has no slot to insert coins and has no apparent power source.
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Selecting a song through the search function will cause a list to appear consisting of every version of the song known to exist, including unreleased early versions of the song as well as every live performance by the original artist. Analysis of live events after the Foundation's acquisition of SCP-3636 confirms that the live versions are accurate to the performance listed. SCP-3636 seems to have a wide temporal range, as original performances of operas that debuted in the Baroque period have been selected.
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When a song is selected, SCP-3636's screen changes to display a video with the text "Live Music Video" above it. The video is based on the lyrical content of the song, often directly depicting the events mentioned in the song. Other times the events seen in the video are the result of a play on words. The events in SCP-3636 actually occur at a real world location visible in SCP-3636's video. The phenomenon, referred to as SCP-3636-1, lasts for the length of the song. Effects of SCP-3636-1 may continue after the fact depending on the contents of the video. An instance of SCP-3636-1 is created regardless of whether the song selected has an official music video. All tests of instrumental songs so far have produced music videos without any perceived anomalous effects (e.g., "YYZ" by Rush shows live footage from Toronto Pearson International Airport).
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SCP-3636 was discovered by local firefighters during a fire at a bar in ████████, New York that killed 21 individuals. The jukebox was found undamaged with the screen showing a video of the fire from the bar's exterior while playing the song "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel. Class-B amnestics were administered to all survivors and first responders.
Test 1
+Song Selected: "Walk" by Pantera
+SCP-3636-1 Event: Several people in a location confirmed to be Arlington, Texas are shown making signs for a protest. Most of the signs contain the word "respect". At the start of the first chorus, a group has gathered in the city's downtown and begins marching with these signs. They collectively chant along to the chorus of the song and local news stations are shown reporting on the impromptu "Respect Walk".
+Effects: Participants in the protest expressed confusion over their involvement. Class-A amnestics administered to everyone affected.
+Notes: Arlington, Texas is the city where Pantera was founded. SCP-3636 may be aware of this fact.
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Test 2
+Song Selected: "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell
+SCP-3636-1 Event: A tall, elderly man with pale skin and gray hair is shown breaking into Site-17, searching for and eventually spying on Research Assistant ████ ███████, who selected the song.
+Effects: Elderly man disappeared at the conclusion of song and was not found after a complete search of Site-17. Damage to the site was found at the location the break-in occurred in the video and was immediately repaired. ███████ immediately identified the man as an uncle who physically abused him as a child. ███████ experienced severe paranoia for a week and underwent psychological treatment.
+Notes: Song added to blacklist. All future tests must be carried out by D-class personnel under supervision of approved Foundation researchers.
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Test 3
+Song Selected: "Jukebox Hero" by Foreigner
+SCP-3636-1 Event: SCP-3636 immediately disappeared from containment.
+Effects: SCP-3636 found on top of an apartment building in New York City. Affixed to SCP-3636 was a cape with the words "Jukebox Hero" written on it. A severely malnourished man was found tied up with a rope on the same rooftop, with a written confession to several murders next to him. SCP-3636 was returned to Site-17 and the man was taken to local authorities.
+Notes: Extreme deviation from the lyrical content of the song. Analysis of cape reveal no unusual properties. Further searches for "Jukebox Hero" displayed the song in a separate list called "Favorites".
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Test 4
+Song Selected: "The Night Santa Went Crazy" by Weird Al Yankovic
+SCP-3636-1 Event: A man with an appearance similar to modern depictions of Santa Claus carrying several weapons assaults a large building filled with humanoid beings that look similar to traditional depictions of "Christmas elves" After a large shootout and several explosions, the man executes five reindeer who display human-level intelligence. Several FBI agents later surround the man, arresting him.
+Effects: Subject of video remains unidentified. The FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit sent Foundation contacts documents detailing the raid on the North Pole. Destroyed building consistent with the workshop depicted in the video is found 6 miles east of the magnetic north pole.
+Notes: Song added to blacklist.
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Test 5
+Song Selected: "Straight Through the Heart" by Dio
+SCP-3636-1 Event: A group of men similar in appearance to the band Dio appears next to SCP-3636, performing the song. A man who appears to be a young Ronnie James Dio is carrying several swords. Every time the title of the song is sung, Dio takes a sword and stabs D-75529 in the chest. D-75529 seems unharmed for the duration of the song.
+Effects: D-75529 died instantly from his wounds. Autopsy confirms that all nine swords went directly through the test subject's heart.
+Notes: Test occurred after the death of Ronnie James Dio. When interviewed, none of the surviving members of Dio remember taking part in the events of the video.
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Test 6
+Song Selected: "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion
+SCP-3636-1 Event: A large freight ship in the Atlantic ocean is seen hitting an iceberg. Two muscular Slavic men are seen trying to escape together, eventually they stop searching for a method of escape and stand embracing each other and kissing as the boat sinks.
+Effects: Boat found 7 miles south of Titanic wreckage. All 43 crew members were killed. Corpses of the two men depicted in the video are found still embracing.
+Notes: Song added to blacklist.
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Test 7
+Song Selected: "Mean Mr. Mustard" by The Beatles
+SCP-3636-1 Event: D-992103 is shown sleeping on a bench in a park located in Liverpool, England. D-992103's head has been replaced with a large jar of mustard. D-992103 is seen counting coins in a pile next to the bench. D-992103 eventually meets a woman with a name tag that says "Pam", and the two suddenly appear outside of Buckingham Palace.
+Effects: D-992103 and the woman in the video are located near Buckingham Palace. The woman is identified as D-992103's actual sister. D-992103 seems to have suffered no ill effects and passed all vision, hearing, and cognition tests despite his head still appearing to be a jar of mustard. Researchers described D-992103 as "irritable". Class-B Amnestics administered to D-992103's sister.
+Notes: D-992103 is currently being evaluated at a Foundation surgical center with updates pending.
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Test 8
+Song Selected: "Wonderwall" by Oasis
+SCP-3636-1 Event: Screen remained blank for 5 seconds as a female voice said "Sorry, I don't like that song." before returning to the search screen.
+Effects: No anomalous effects observed.
+Notes: First time SCP-3636 has refused to play a song. First instance of any direct communication with the user.
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Test 9
+Song Selected: "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour
+SCP-3636-1 Event: Video depicts several world leaders dancing, playing air guitar, and lip-syncing the lyrics to the song while in the middle of their duties. The video ends with a montage of the same world leaders making a "stage dive" off of a nearby desk.
+Effects: Embedded Foundation agents in several governments confirm the events depicted in the video actually occurred. Some world leaders suffered minor injuries from their attempted stage dive.
+Notes: Researchers noted that the song could be selected again to create blackmail material to use against anti-Foundation politicians, with approval pending from the Ethics Committee. SCP-3636 added song to favorites.
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Test 10
+Song Selected: "Blindfolds Aside" by Protest the Hero
+SCP-3636-1 Event: Several executions of prisoners in different locations are depicted, with all participants wearing blindfolds. All events are interrupted by D-22091 wearing a cheap blonde wig, begging for mercy on the prisoner's behalf. All attempts fail and the prisoners are executed without complication.
+Effects: D-22091 returned to Site 17 at the end of the video. A blonde wig was discovered under his jumpsuit. All executions depicted in the video were confirmed to have taken place with no complications.
+Notes: D-22091 was confirmed to be the only person depicted in the video with any memory of the event.
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Test 11
+Song Selected: "Danger! High Voltage" by Electric Six
+SCP-3636-1 Event: SCP-3636's containment room changes in appearance to recreate the room depicted in the original music video of the song. Two people who appear to be Electric Six singer Dick Valentine and actress Tina Kanarek in their original costumes follow the exact choreography of the video. D-91244 is shown standing in the background, holding a sign stating "Why change what is already perfect?".
+Effects: No anomalous effects observed.
+Notes: SCP-3636 added song to favorites.
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Test 12
+Song Selected: "Buddy Holly" by Weezer
+SCP-3636-1 Event: Several Foundation members stationed at Site-17 are shown changing into clothing popular in the 1950s, then attending what a banner proclaims is a "Buddy Holly/Mary Tyler Moore Lookalike Contest" held at the Site-17 dining hall. Several Foundation researchers participate in the contest. The O5 Council are shown sitting at a judges table. Dr. █████ and Research Assistant ████████ are selected as the winners.
+Effects: Events in video occurred as depicted, including transportation of entire O5 Council to Site-17.
+Notes: Video contained many in-jokes commonly shared by Site-17 personnel. SCP-3636 may have time-manipulating effects as the entire contest was held during the song's 2 minute and 40 second duration. Further testing halted by order of Site Director. Testing reinstated, see Addendum.
Cover versions of any songs listed below are also blacklisted.
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"We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel
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"World Wide Suicide" by Pearl Jam
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"It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by R.E.M.
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"I Don't Want to Set the World On Fire" by The Ink Spots
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"Nuclear War (On The Dance Floor)" by Electric Six
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"Goodbye Blue Sky" by Pink Floyd
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"Distant Early Warning" by Rush
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"Chemical Bomb" by The Aquabats
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"Call of Ktulu" by Metallica
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"Countdown to Extinction" by Megadeth
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"Zombie Jamboree" by Rockapella
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"Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes
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"Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears for Fears
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"Chocolate Rain" by Tay Zonday
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"It's Raining Men" by The Weather Girls
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"Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell
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"The Night Santa Went Crazy" by Weird Al Yankovic
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"My Heart Will Go On" By Celine Dion
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"Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon
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"Godzilla" by Blue Oyster Cult
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"Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden
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Addendum: On ██/██/17, SCP-3636 began playing "Why Can't We Be Friends" by War without any input. No staff were on hand to observe the video event corresponding to the song. Security forces entered the room after noticing the song and discovered former Foundation employee ████ ███████ handcuffed inside the containment room. ███████ was wanted by the Foundation for the theft of six anomalous items. The stolen items were later found to have been returned to their proper locations. A note was found in ███████'s pocket. The note read "Please keep the music playing, I'd rather be friends than enemies. - WGJB" Testing resumed by order of O5. Further test results are to be documented in Experiment Log 3636.
Instance of SCP-3792-1 under illumination mid-formation.
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Item #: SCP-3792
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3792 is enclosed within a hermetically sealed cylinder composed of acrylic plastics. This container is held in a locker located in Site-77's Safe SCP object wing. Any research on SCP-3792 is subject to approval by the lead researcher, Dr. Gerard. It is not believed that SCP-3792 has any damage-resistant properties; as such, care is to be taken when handling it directly.
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Description: SCP-3792 is an aerosol can capable of producing an unlimited quantity of black smoke. The exterior label reads "Smells Like Chicago Spirit"; other than this, there are no identifying marks on any portion of the canister.
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When used, smoke produced by SCP-3792 will form into autonomous figures. Designated SCP-3792-1, they resemble humanoid silhouettes. Their appearance lacks detail, with only basic facial features and extremities being clearly visible. Despite this, smoke in the shape of clothing and various tools may also manifest in the possession of SCP-3792-1. These have included ski masks, crowbars, glass cutters, and occasionally small unidentifiable objects for purposes such as lock-picking. Smoke from SCP-3792 generates a number of SCP-3792-1 correlating to the amount released.
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SCP-3792-1 collectively attempts to obtain an object desired by the last living human subject any of them individually came into physical contact with. This may reflect unconscious notions, or expressly coveted items. Directly coming into contact with an instance of SCP-3792-1 causes human subjects to report feeling as though their stomach is empty. A subsequent lack of energy or motivation has also been reported in these subjects, although it is unknown whether this correlates directly to SCP-3792's effect or a secondary non-anomalous effect caused by SCP-3792-1's effect on their lives.
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Following contact, all existing SCP-3792-1 will then attempt to enter the location in which the affected subject believes the object(s) of their desire is located. SCP-3792-1 can materialize as clouds of smoke which may infiltrate a building by clinging to clothing or inhabiting the inside of suitcases or other containers. In addition, SCP-3792-1 entities may enter using traditional burgling means. When unable to find any object of desire, SCP-3792-1 will intentionally initiate contact with another subject.
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Any of the desired object(s) coming into contact with SCP-3792-1 will be momentarily engulfed in flames. This does not destroy the object or reduce it to ash. Instead, once the flames recede affected object(s) will display a smoke-like composition similar the SCP-3792-1's appearance. SCP-3792-1 will then return to the vicinity of SCP-3792 with the affected item(s) in their possession. They will then slowly and incrementally have a small portion of their body return to SCP-3792's interior until they and any objects with their properties have demanifested entirely.
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If attempting to come into contact with an object which has taken on the composition of SCP-3792-1, subjects will experience immediate spontaneous combustion. If this occurs, all SCP-3792 related activity currently active will cease and all extant entities and objects will dissipate into smoke and vanish from observable space.
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SCP-3792 was discovered after Foundation agents in London, ON, CA, intercepted reports of spontaneous human combustion and determined relation to a suspicious newspaper advertisement. These read "SMOKEY AND THEY CANNED IT" with a listed address. Agents investigating the address discovered approximately 200 instances of SCP-3792 as well as several instances of SCP-1317. No further public advertisements have been discovered.
Special Containment Procedures: Site-211 has been created around SCP-3970 under the guise of a geologic research facility. Security checkpoints have been established on all roads leading to Site-211 to deter unauthorized access.
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Entrances to Unit-01 are to be guarded at all times. Personnel without Level 4/3970 clearance must receive permission from the site director to enter, perform experiments on, or otherwise interact with SCP-3970.
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SCP-3970 is to be given a psychological evaluation every week.
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Description: SCP-3970 is located in the town of ████████, Washington, near the Glacier Peak region of the Cascade Mountains. SCP-3970 designates a former elementary school building. SCP-3970 is composed of two main hallways, with each end facing a cardinal direction. The main entrance and administration offices lie at the southern end of the school. Following the hallway north leads to a large cafeteria/auditorium, which includes a bathroom and small stage. Classrooms are present at the east and west ends of the school, with 6 in total. SCP-3970 has been fully integrated into Site-211 and is now known as Unit-01.
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Various phenomena have been documented inside SCP-3970, including:
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Movement of floor/ceiling tiles
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Reconfiguration of electrical wires
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Movement of walls
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Removal/relocation of doors
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Reconfiguration of piping
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Activation of fire suppressant systems
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SCP-3970 can communicate through rearranging chalk dust on any of the blackboards present within the former classrooms. Similarly, communication with SCP-3970 is possible by inscribing words upon the blackboards. Upon discovery, SCP-3970 used a crude form of written English, often misspelling words and misplacing punctuation, but since first contact, SCP-3970 has improved its language use considerably.
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SCP-3970 is fully sapient, having approximately the intelligence level of an average seven-year-old human. SCP-3970 possesses two forms of "senses", which allow it to feel and perceive areas within itself. SCP-3970 can detect when pressure is applied to any part of its structure, reacting to forces as little as 1 mN. SCP-3970 has also shown the ability to detect heat levels within its dimensions. This effect is believed to give SCP-3970 a form of sight through an effect similar to thermal imaging.
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Discovery: Prior to 12/9/199█, SCP-3970 was a fully-functional school known as Northern Washington Elementary School. The building was taken under Foundation control to serve as a temporary containment site for SCP-████, and was shut down after transfer procedures were successfully completed. The area came back under observation when a field agent notified the Foundation of police reports detailing multiple missing persons, all of which were last seen near the former Foundation site. MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") Division 3 was subsequently sent to assess any possible threats and destroy the building if necessary. Upon arrival, the team discovered the decommissioned containment area had been sealed by a brick wall. After demolishing the wall, a small blue sphere was found within the containment tent, along with 7 bodies matching the description of police reports. The sphere was later found to be a non-anomalous children's toy, commonly called a "magic-8 ball". While investigating one of the building's classrooms, a message manifested on the blackboard: "pleese dont hurt me". The team was evacuated, and initial contact was attempted.
Foreword: After the structure was given SCP designation and temporary containment was established, Senior Researcher McKnight was assigned to oversee the construction of Site-211 around SCP-3970. Accompanied by MTF Psi-7 Division 3, Senior Researcher McKnight entered the classroom in which SCP-3970 was observed to possibly communicate.
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Date: 10/20/200█
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Interviewer: Senior Researcher McKnight
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Interviewee: SCP-3970
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Note: All communication listed is in the form of chalk writing on the classroom blackboard unless otherwise noted. Senior Researcher McKnight will be referred to as McKnight for the purposes of this interview.
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<Start Log>
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McKnight: Can you read?
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(The chalk written by McKnight shifts, forming crudely drawn letters.)
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SCP-3970: yea
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McKnight: What is your name?
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SCP-3970: i dunno i dont realy have one
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McKnight: From now on, your name is SCP-3970. Is that alright?
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SCP-3970: i gess thats ok
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McKnight: SCP-3970, why did you put a magic-8 ball in the containment tent?
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SCP-3970: it was magic so i had to keep it safe
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McKnight: And why did you kill those people?
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(SCP-3970 does not respond for approximately 30 seconds, before commenting in visibly worse writing.)
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SCP-3970: i jus tryng to help you guys
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(SCP-3970 does not respond to any further questioning. Senior Researcher McKnight ceases the interview.)
Dr. Underwood: Hello SCP-3970, my name is Dr. Underwood. I will be your psychologist from this point forward.
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SCP-3970: whats a psychologist.
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Dr. Underwood: I make sure that you are happy. That you enjoy your situation, if you will.
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SCP-3970: you sond beter than that other person.
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Dr. Underwood: What do you mean?
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SCP-3970: he cam here wit those other meen guys.
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Dr. Underwood: Oh, Senior Researcher McKnight? Don't worry about him, he is only doing his job. I'll be with you from now on.
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SCP-3970: promise?
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Dr. Underwood: Yes SCP-3970, I promise. One more thing before we end this session. I've noticed you have been using periods at the ends of your sentences. Why is that?
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SCP-3970: i saw you guys using it so i am.
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Dr. Underwood: Thank you SCP-3970. Anything else on your mind?
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SCP-3970: are those peple ok?
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Dr. Underwood: They are in a safe place, don't worry about them anymore.
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<End Log>
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Note: SCP-3970 shows a remarkable ability to learn. I want a language tutor in there ASAP.
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Special Containment Procedures: All information delivered to SCP-3970 is to be under the pretense that it is still undergoing training procedures. Under no circumstances is SCP-3970 to be told any items contained within Site-211 are anomalous in nature. SCP-3970 is not to manipulate any part of Site-211 outside of Level 3 or higher clearance areas.
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All information below Level 2 clearance must cite that the influence of SCP-3970 extends to Unit-01 only. Clearance Level 2 and lower personnel are not to directly access or view video feed of Site-211 containment chambers. Any personnel found violating this protocol are to be administered Class-B amnestics as necessary.
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Unit-01 is to be guarded and patrolled by Clearance Level 3 security personnel. Entrance to Unit-01 is forbidden without permission of the Site Director.
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SCP-3970 is to be given a psychological evaluation every month.
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Description: SCP-3970 is the designation for Site-211, located in ████████, Washington. The original structure of SCP-3970 has been fully integrated into Site-211, and is known as Unit-01.
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SCP-3970 is sapient, and has been shown to have a nearly photographic memory. SCP-3970 is extremely cooperative, and has shown an intense desire to aid the Foundation. There have been no recorded instances of SCP-3970 harming Foundation personnel, intentionally or otherwise. Despite the desire of SCP-3970 to help the Foundation, SCP-3970 has demonstrated acute anxiety towards the containment of anomalous objects. However, SCP-3970 is not able to differentiate between normal and anomalous properties, unless said properties are pointed out.
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SCP-3970 has complete mechanical control over its entire structure, and the influence of SCP-3970 spreads to any permanent addition made to its structure. There is no known limit to this ability, and the entirety of Site-211 is currently under the control of SCP-3970. SCP-3970 has shown no loss of effectiveness despite having dimensions roughly 30 times larger than it had upon discovery, and has demonstrated the ability to perform multiple tasks at once without the loss of efficiency.
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The only method of direct communication with SCP-3970 is through the blackboards present in the classrooms of its original structure, now located in Unit-01. All attempts to install additional blackboards and invent other communication mediums have failed.
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Addendum-3970-θ: Project Report
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Project 3970-θ was an astounding success. The Tile-Array system is completely functional in all containment chambers and heavy containment areas. Transferable electricity-based security checkpoints have passed testing, so no more personnel getting fried for walking too slowly. SCP-3970 shows continual improvement in the handling of its tasks, and has become extremely efficient in carrying out containment procedures.
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I told you this one would be different. After all, when have I ever let you down? Let's get a drink sometime, on me.
The following file concerns an anomaly currently under investigation. Any information presented here may be incorrect, inaccurate or purely speculative.
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Item #: SCP-4008
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Level 2/4008
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The supposed location of Site-183
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Special Containment Procedures: Research into the specific nature of SCP-4008 is ongoing. As such, standard protocols for dealing with potential memetic hazards, infohazards, temporal alterations and spatial warping are to be observed. Additionally, Class-3 data integrity checks are to be performed on information relating to Foundation sites hourly until the nature of SCP-4008 is understood.
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All stored information pertaining to Site-183, its assigned personnel, and any anomalies contained there is currently being verified under MERKATOR-Class data security protocols.
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Description: SCP-4008 designates an anomaly surrounding the existence or non-existence of Site-183. While full documentation for Site-183, its assigned personnel, and the anomalies contained there exists within Foundation records, no evidence of the Site can be found at its supposed location and no interviewed Foundation personnel have any memory of the Site or its staff.
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Photos included in the documentation indicate several structures visible on the surface in the area occupied by the site, none of which are currently present. The only notable feature of the area is the lack of any signs of current life; no animal life exists in the area and dead trees serve as the only evidence of plant life. Satellite imagery is inconclusive due to standard counter-surveillance measures - only a possibly advanced rate of desertification is evidenced, though it should be noted that the area surrounding the location is historically barren.
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According to documentation, Site-183 was primarily responsible for the research and containment of anomalous historical artifacts and documents. Supposedly contained on-site were 64 anomalous objects, including four with SCP-designation (all fully documented in Foundation databases), all of which remain unaccounted for.
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The primary avenues of investigation are:
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The alteration of Foundation records, by a currently undocumented anomaly and/or group hostile to Foundation interests.
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A memetic or anti-memetic anomaly that has removed or suppressed all memory of Site-183 and anything related to it.
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Spatial displacement or some other alteration to reality that has partially removed Site-183 from existence.
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Temporal anomalies are considered a low probability due to the remaining evidence of its existence, though instances of Incomplete Causal Revision have been documented in the past, so it cannot be entirely discounted.
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Investigations are ongoing.
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Update 4008.01
+A number of solid masses were detected below the supposed location of Site-183 via a modified seismic survey array, at depths of between 300m and 700m.1 Excavation operations are currently underway.
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Update 4008.02
+Excavation teams working at the supposed location of Site-183 reached the first significant mass; it appears to be the shattered and collapsed remains of a portion of standard site living quarters. Rubble and other wreckage appearing to be from a Foundation site was also found dispersed throughout the surrounding strata. The remains of a personal journal were found inside the rubble; the surviving sections are transcribed below.
… a theory that there is some common link between… [UNINTELLIGIBLE] …lantis, El Dorado and [ILLEGIBLE]2 are obvious and fairly disparate examples, but there are a great many others, especially in less publically(sic) available… [UNINTELLIGIBLE]
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I'm increasingly convinced that there is some common factor between some of these events, especially in the are… [UNINTELLIGIBLE] … patterns are far too consistent to be random. Some singular root cause, or a reoccurring… [UNINTELLIGIBLE]
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… pretty sure they had some method of completely… [UNINTELLIGIBLE]… so difficult to say due to their history being all over the place. Sometimes still hard to believe they even existed at all, despite all evidence to the contrary. Maybe their entire existence is… [UNINTELLIGIBLE]… else can worry about that.
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Decided I'm formally going to submit a proposal to investigate my… [UNINTELLIGIBLE]… a link here, though I'm still not sure what it could be. I've got a few thoughts on where we should start looking, so hopefully Alami3 will give me… [UNINTELLIGIBLE] … can't wait to get out there!
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The rest of the journal is illegible due to damage caused by fire and debris impact.
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Following these discoveries, the existence of Site-183 is no longer in question. Investigations are to refocus their efforts accordingly. Excavation of the location is ongoing.
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Update 4008.03
+Sections of the site consistent with the remains of standard containment cells, along with the undetonated on-site nuclear failsafe device, were excavated at approximately 500m below the surface. No signs of the documented anomalous objects supposed to be contained at Site-183 were found; MTFs Phi-7 ("Skip Tracers") and Zeta-5 ("Thief Takers") have been tasked with their recovery under a separate initiative.
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Update 4008.04
+The partially intact central server unit for the site was found approximately 550m below the surface. The unit has suffered significant impact damage, rendering it inoperable, but data recovery technicians believe some data may be salvageable. The process is ongoing.
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Update 4008.05
+Data recovery operations on the Site-183 server core have yielded a series of audio logs (significantly corrupted due to damage to the server unit) submitted by Dr. Daniel Roberts, a historian and archaeologist assigned to Site-183. The intact sections are transcribed below; some logs were completely unrecoverable.
This is Dr. Daniel Roberts, field log, Site Alpha day one. We've arrived at the first site. It's strange; the area is pretty arid already, but there's a definite drop off in plant life as we approached the centre of the area we're investigating. Like the ground just can't support life around here.
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There's nothing obvious on the surface, but that was expected. [DATA CORRUPTION] is all very exciting. It's no Atlantis, but we might be about to discover a [DATA CORRUPTION]
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Site Alpha day 20. Pretty sure if there was anything here we would have found some small evidence of it by now, even just [DATA CORRUPTION] there's nothing. I know we have a month for each site, but I'm about ready to call it here. We'll give it another day and then it's time to move on.
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Site Beta day three. Everything is set up at the new location and things are progressing as expected. No discoveries yet, besides a similar pattern of sparse vegetation observed at Site Alpha. No expectations this time. We just do the work until we find something.
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[DATA CORRUPTION] Beta day… 25? No, 26. Site Beta is a bust. We're wrapping up and moving on tomorrow. The team is beginning to get a little frustrated. The sad reality of this work is that after nearly two months of nothing, it just starts to get boring.
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I guess there are a few possibilities. One, [DATA CORRUPTION] was total, and there's nothing left to find. Two, our equipment just isn't good enough to find anything that's here. Or three, my theory was completely wrong. There was never anything here, nor at any of the other locations.
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I'll hold off on thinking about that one too much.
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Site Gamma day two. We've found something! We don't know what yet, but it's definitely solid, and we found it almost straight away. The odds of us just randomly happening across the single thing buried here are pretty low, so the area must be [DATA CORRUPTION]
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[DATA CORRUPTION] day four. We've fully uncovered the structure we found. It's a mess, obviously, but this is more than just natural deterioration. The entire surrounding area was filled with stray rubble. It almost looks like something smashed through the top of the building and then dragged the remains under ground. I've never seen anything like it.
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We found a lot of the usual stuff; clay fragments and pieces of worked metal. Some skeletons, too. We've got some forensics people on the way to see if we can determine an exact cause of death, but at least one of them is pretty obvious; something punched a big hole right through their chest. Pretty sure we've found what we were looking for.
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Site Gamma, day 14. We've made some truly remarkable discoveries here. There definitely used [DATA CORRUPTION] anomalous objects in some capacity. We managed to hone in on a few low-level anomalies using the Kant arrays. Small stuff, a glowing stone inside the remains of a lantern, a quill that produces its own ink, that sort of thing.
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We know that in the distant past the use of anomalies like this was far more common, but only in the upper classes of society. Royalty, and the rich. There's nothing about these structures that suggests they were anything more than simple houses, or maybe a trading outpost. Certainly not a royal mansion, at any rate. They've been packed up and shipped back for analysis none the less.
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We're still trying to get a feel for what [DATA CORRUPTION] thing we do know is that it was utterly destroyed, down to the last building, and that it happened fast. Every single structure we've found has been obliterated, sometimes groups of buildings smashed into a single ruined mass. And almost every building had skeletal remains. The weirdest part though, is how uneven it all is. It's not all at the same depth below the surface, there's been a 20 meter or more depth difference betw[DATA CORRUPTION] an area, an almost perfectly circular area in what we guess would have been the centre of the city, nearly 100 meters across, where there's just nothing.
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Site Gamma, day 30. This is our last day at Site Gamma. Unfortunate, as we've only scratched the surface of what must be buried here, but we have a schedule to maintain and Site Delta awaits. I'm not too concerned, we're far enough away from civilisation that it's unlikely anyone will stumble across our dig site, and I'm sure we'll be allowed to return after the initial project is complete to continue the dig. Still, we'll set up a security grid to keep an eye on things.
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This entire dig has been- I mean, I've never seen anything quite like it. New discoveries almost every day, a whole [DATA CORRUPTION] must have been survivors. People outside of the city who knew about it, who would have noticed its destruction and written about it. Maybe we'll find more answers at Delta.
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Note: logs concerning Site Delta omitted; analysis of the recovered data suggests nothing was discovered at the location and the audio recordings primarily document Dr. Roberts' frustration at this fact.
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Site Epsilon, day 17. We actually found something. We're still uncovering it, and it shows the same pattern of destruction we found at Gamma [DATA CORRUPTION] must be smaller than what we found at Gamma, much smaller. Maybe a small town, but my guess would be a military outpost of some kind.
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Site Epsilon day 19. I'm almost positive this was a military camp or fortification. We've found too many weapons and scraps of armour for it to be a civilian settlement. Uncovered a destroyed blacksmith's forge yesterday. Lots of human remains as with Gamma. No children, though. Now that we know where we're looking, we've found more structural remains - it's big for a military outpost, but still smaller than a town would be.
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[DATA CORRUPTION] forward post to ward against Daevite incursion. They would have had a clear view for miles here, no chance of an army approaching unseen. They clearly didn't need an army, though.
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Site Epsilon, day 21. We found a Daeva. The remains of one, I [DATA CORRUPTION]ttendants, maybe? Or maybe the Daeva was a prisoner, but I don't think that was the case. I've seen photos of Daeva skeletons before, they're clearly distinct from humans, but to actually see one myself. It's… uncomfortable to look at. Like something in the back of my brain is screaming at me to run. I don't know if this is some uncanny valley effect, or if there's some lingering anomalous phenomena at work. In any event, it'll be shipped back for analysis like everything else.
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It had some documents on its body. Maybe they were in [DATA CORRUPTION] in near-perfect condition; they're clearly anomalous themselves, to have survived so long. I'm going to work on the translations once we stop digging for the night.
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Site Epsilon, day 29. Wrapping up at Site Epsilon; not much else [DATA CORRUPTION]lation of the Daevite document we found has been much more illuminating. It indicates that the Daeva we found was leading a small group whose goal was to infiltrate and destroy the outpost using an unnamed weapon or magic. It's unclear whether it was a suicide mission or if something went wrong [DATA CORRUPTION] the location of a supposed Daevite outpost hidden in the mountains.
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I'm eager to get back to Site Gamma and resume our work there, but if we're right about the location of the Daevite outpost, it's remote enough that it might still be there after all this time. We've been granted permission to investigate; we leave tomorrow.
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Field log, Dr. Daniel Roberts. It took a couple of days, but we found the Daevite outpost. Aerial recon drones helped [DATA CORRUPTION] trove beyond anything we could have hoped for. There must be dozens of minor anomalous artifacts here, preserved documents, art, examples of Daevite weaponry. This stuff will keep the people in Cultural Research busy for years!
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Most importantly though, I think we've [DATA CORRUPTION] of like a seed, or a nut, but big enough to fill your palm and it seems to be encased in a translucent crystalline material. It was clearly given a place of reverence in the structure, and was secured inside a sealed case along with a number of documents. The seeds themselves… looking at them hurt. Caused me physical pain, like needles stabbing through my eye and into my mind. Even thinking about them, trying to picture their shape is unpleasant. They're wrong somehow. There's something in them that…
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[A period of silence.]
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I've decided to head back to Site-183 and research everything we've found here. The rest of the team can return to Site Gamma and continue the dig without me; since the entire purpose of the project was to determine if and how these cities were destroyed, I'm sure Director Alami will agree.
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Photo from the dig site worked by the recovered Site-183 personnel, theorized to be Site Gamma mentioned in Dr. Roberts' audio logs.
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Update 4008.06
+A group of Foundation personnel matching the identities of a number of Site-183 staff made contact with Site-147 at approximately 10:00+07:00 this morning. According to their statements, they were working at an archaeological dig site when approximately eight days ago they began to realise they had no memory of why they were working there or who assigned them to do so4.
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They were forced to make a significant portion of the journey to Site-147, the nearest site to their location, on foot following the failure of their only available vehicle. All available communication equipment was nonfunctional; analysis revealed standard security measures were failing verification checks due to their non-responsive source site, Site-183.
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The members of the team appear to have no memory of Site-183, any of the work they did there or any of the personnel they encountered during their time there.
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A team was dispatched to the dig site to confirm their claims; the ruins of a large, partially unearthed and almost totally destroyed city were present, with evidence of recent activity.
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Update 4008.07
+The following document, written by Dr. Daniel Roberts, was recovered from the Site-183 server unit. Partial data corruption is present.
Request For Investigation Into Potential Anomalous Activity
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Premise
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Throughout history, the concept of mythical or disappearing cities is a recurring one. While [DATA CORRUPTION] indeed been proven to exist (primarily through the activities of the Foundation or, rarely, other Groups of Interest), a great many of them remain relegated to the realms of myth and hearsay. While it would be folly to [DATA CORRUPTION] one particular group of cities that I believe can be tied to a singular source; those known to have been close to the historical borders of the Daevite Empire.
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[DATA CORRUPTION]
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Evidence
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While hard evidence for the existence of any of these cities is virtually non-existent (or they would have been almost certainly discovered by civilian archaeologists), there are a number of common threads between each of the cities in question that lend credibility to the idea that they did exist at one point, before being suddenly displaced or removed by a single common force.
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Each of the supposed cities have a fairly [DATA CORRUPTED] in question is never mentioned again in historical record. Stories of a "lost city" typically develop in the area at a later date, overwhelming the potential of any remaining factual records.
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The theoretical locations for all of these cities are unusually barren when compared to the surrounding areas, making the development of a [DATA CORRUPTION]
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A number of events in the regions surrounding these cities seem to coincide with, and could be explained by, the sudden disappearance of a major city in the ar[DATA CORRUPTION] deficit in a specific resource such as iron or wheat; notable economical issues as trade in the region becomes significantly and unexplainably disrupted.
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The areas in question have a known history of conflict with the Daevite Empire, or occupy areas which are known to have later been settled by the Daevite Empire. The use of anomalous artifacts by the Daeva is well documented and the Empire is known for its militarism and imperialistic nature.
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I have identified three sites which match the criteria laid out above, plus an additional two that match two or three of the four. Of these sites, only one of them has any presence in public records; the others have either already been censored or were noted during unrelated discoveries by Foundation personnel.
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Proposal
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I would like to run a series of investigations and excavations at the sites I have identified for the purposes of discovering evidence of the existence of these cities and, should that evidence be found, clues as to the cause of their destruction. The resources and technology available to the Foundation provide us a significant advantage over civilian efforts in fields such as this, and the information we might uncover could give us an improved understanding of Daevite methods of conquest.
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The primary requirements for this project are as follows:
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A team of between 12 and 16 archaeologists, historians and engineers, for a period of one month per dig site.
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Sufficient standard issue field supplies and equipment to last the duration.
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Equipment developed for detecting buried masses, including seismic survey arrays, ground topography analysers, and Kant sensor arrays for detecting potentially buried anomalies.
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The potential for increased time and resources should any significant discoveries be made.
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It is my sincere belief that the completion of this project will yield useful data in understanding a known anomalous civilisation, and has the potential for uncovering lost pieces of human history and how our ancestors understood and dealt with anomalous phenomena [DATA CORRUPTION]ntainment of whatever method the Daeva used to destroy these cities in the first place.
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Update 4008.08
+The following document describing an object matching the recovered artifact in Dr. Robert's audio logs was recovered intact from the Site-183 server unit.
Steven, here's what I've got for the documentation so far.
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Item #:unassigned
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Object Class:pending
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-[#]-1 instances are to be stored in a vacuum-sealed storage case manufactured entirely from synthetic materials. Under no circumstances are instances of SCP-[#]-1 to come into contact with any medium suitable for growing plant life.
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Description: SCP-[#] is a previously unidentified species of tree, believed to be developed by the now-extinct Daevite Empire as a weapon of mass destruction.
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SCP-[#] grows from SCP-[#]-1, a roughly spherical seed superficially resembling the tiger nut5 and measuring approximately 7cm in diameter. SCP-[#]-1 is encased in a semi-translucent crystalline material estimated to be 0.5cm thick. SCP-[#]-1 possesses a mild cognitohazardous and infohazardous effect; looking directly at it causes a painful sensation described as having something sharp penetrate the viewer's eye and enter the brain. Following exposure in this way, consciously thinking about SCP-[#]-1 is sufficient to trigger the effect. The magnitude of these effects varies based on the individual.
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When exposed to a medium capable of sustaining plant life, the seed will immediately begin to grow, developing at an incredibly advanced rate. The seed will develop into a fully grown instance of SCP-[#] in approximately five minutes, leeching significant quantities of minerals and water from the ground in the process. When fully grown, SCP-[#] measures between 1.2 and 1.5km tall, with a trunk diameter averaging approximately 70m. The roots of the tree grow outwards to a distance of approximately 3km from the trunk, and reach from approximately 50m above ground to over 900m below ground.6
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Once fully grown, SCP-[#] produces an anti-memetic effect which causes all affected humans to lose any memories they possessed of anything within the area encompassed by the SCP-[#] instance. It is unknown precisely how this effect is achieved, but is believed to be caused by an anomalous alteration to the electromagnetic spectrum, causing visible light to temporarily become a vector for the transmission of an anti-meme. As a result, this effect has global reach almost instantly.
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After approximately one hour, the SCP-[#] instance will rapidly begin to break down into gases and particulate matter. This process takes roughly 10 minutes, after which nothing of the instance will remain. The ground it displaced will collapse, functionally burying anything on the surface and leaving behind a region of barren and inhospitable land, with little to no evidence of any prior activity.
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The primary source of information on this anomaly is a collection of documents recovered alongside a number of SCP-[#]-1 instances, and archaeological dig sites at which SCP-[#] is believed to have been used as a weapon in the past. As such, the veracity of the information above has yet to be confirmed. It is unknown how many times the Daevite Empire deployed SCP-[#]; research is ongoing.
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Translated Documentation
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Its roots, gnarled and hungry, tear the land and the weak bound to it. Its leaves, dripping with the blood of those it devours, rend the very sky itself, shattering the mind of man. The unworthy fall before us, their worthless homes and worthless lives erased from the great writing.
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Even long dead as they were, the Night Children's remains resisted us. Thousands died that we might acquire the [Unknown name. Potentially a portmanteau of "seed" and "destruction"?], a blood sacrifice to assure our own ascension through the ages. We threw ourselves upon their lifeless weapons, our essence watering the ground to ensure victory, nourishing the roots from which our empire grows.
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May those of the blood be carried into eternity by its branches. May our enemies forget they were ever there.
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We've got some tests scheduled for tomorrow, so hopefully they will shed a bit more light on things. The current plan is to try and get samples of this outer shell material, and maybe from the actual seed inside too. We've got three of them, so even if one of them is destroyed during the tests we should be okay. - Daniel.
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No instances of the seed objects mentioned in this document have been recovered. Restructuring of SCP-4008 documentation to account for new information is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: At time of acquisition SCP-407 was recorded within a compact cassette tape. Currently, SCP-407 is backed-up as a digital audio file on [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-407 should not be allowed to play under any circumstances outside testing conditions, and only with the approval of O5-██.
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Testing of SCP-407 is to be done in completely sound-proof environments. All tools and subjects must be sterilized to remove the presence of pollen, fungal spores, plant seeds, and as much bacterial life to the greatest degree possible to delay the negative effects of SCP-407.
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Description: SCP-407 is a song in an unidentified language, seemingly sung a cappella. The voices are thought to be human. The tape containing SCP-407 was found with one track of approximately thirty (30) minutes duration, though the abrupt ending suggests there may be more. The song has been described by all listeners as something along the lines of 'soothing', 'glorious', and 'beautiful'.
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While SCP-407 is played, rapid cell generation seems to occur within auditory radius. This effect seems to occur at the cellular level, and does not require the subject to be able to hear the music. The changes seem to only affect multi-cellular organisms at first, but quickly begins to affect mitosis in single-celled organisms.
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During the first minute of exposure, all multi-cellular life forms seem to become healthier. Subjects suffering from malnutrition, scarring, physical injury, or chronic diseases or other medical conditions seem to become healthy with only a minute of exposure to SCP-407. This has been shown to cure Alzheimer's disease, Crohn's disease, brain and spinal cord injuries, and normally fatal infections or wounds, amongst other things. Interestingly, cancer does not seem to be affected, though the subject's physical condition was still vastly improved.
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During the second and third minute of exposure, subjects start experiencing unnecessary unrestrained cell growth, manifesting in quickly advancing dermal growths. These growths seem to mostly be benign tumors and calcium and fat deposits, which though sometimes painful and disfiguring, are not life threatening.
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During the fourth minute of exposure, increased bacterial and fungal growth occurs, creating conditions that grow increasingly dangerous for all exposed life, even in their new healthier states. Respiratory and digestive problems are quick to arrive in most cases, and become steadily worse as time progresses.
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Past five (5) minutes, the effects of SCP-407 seem to differ each trial. In all cases, trace elements of plants or fungus as well as any animal life present begin to grow and replicate uncontrollably, at varying rates, often shaping into new organisms. Full results have varied depending on the test, and on the objects present when SCP-407 is played.
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Addendum-407-01: SCP-407 was found in the home of Professor ██████ of ██████████, who had recently returned from research in the Amazon regions of northern Brazil. Agents were first alerted to a possible SCP when [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Addendum 407-02: The mold that eventually resulted from SCP-407's second test appears to be some sort of Cordyceps Fungi. Noted to be similar to mold encountered by SCP-507. Due to fear of fulfilling a fate similar to that observed by 507, testing using SCP-407 has been limited to using only the first twenty (20) minutes of the recording.
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Addendum 407-03: Below is a sample test run of SCP-407. For full research and experimentation notes, see Experiment Log 407.
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+<Test 2; SCP-407 played for 28m 32s. Within chamber; 1 D-Class personnel, unsterilized >
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00:25 - Subject reports feeling soothed by the music, and of feeling stronger and more invigorated.
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00:45 - Liver spots and scars previously seen are shown to disappear.
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02:20 - Subject appears to have physically grown an inch. Increase in musculature is noticeable.
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03:40 - Subject reports intestinal pain.
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04:20 - Subject begins vomiting. From vomit, plants are seen growing and slowly rooting into the tile floor.
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04:50 - Subject starts developing rashes and growths on skin.
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05:30 - Heavy dermal disfigurement. Subject panting heavily, begging for help. Great pain reported.
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06:45 - Subject's body is quickly covered in what is thought to be fungal infections. Plant growth is observed growing from the subject's mouth, then eye sockets.
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07:30 - Subject is by this time unrecognizable, covered in molds and plant shoots. Body bursts as a banana tree emerges from the subject's intestines and proceeds to grow to maturity within seconds.
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08:45 - Plant and fungal growth has begun to spread throughout the testing chamber. What appears to be moss and weeds cover the floor.
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09:30 - Several shoots, stalks, bushes, and even small trees have appeared. Banana tree is no longer recognizable; the tree has grown thick and is covered with foliage and fungal growth.
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10:30 - The air is heavy with pollen and spores. Vision into testing chamber is difficult.
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11:30 - Movement is heard within the chamber. Several different small insect-like creatures are observed. Creatures are seemingly made of plant matter.
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17:30 - For the last six minutes, creatures made of plant matter have been observed to rapidly generate, grow to maturity, kill and eat other creatures, and then be eaten themselves. Creatures increasingly progressing in size as time increases.
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19:00 - Medium sized mammalian creatures are observed; they seem humanoid and bear a resemblance to initial Subject.
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21:00 - Large fungal stalk is observed to grow from one of the mammalian creatures. Stalk end bursts, dispensing white spores.
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22:00 - Plant growth is still lush, but everything begins to become coated by a layer of mold. The plant creatures seem to die slowly for an unknown reason, before being covered by the mold.
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23:00 - Mammalian creatures are the last to succumb; they heavily decay and become covered in the same mold. Bodies are shown to contract and expand as if breathing. Stalks quickly rise from the bodies, burst with spores, and then just as quickly rot.
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28:32 - Tape ends. No change in chamber since the appearance of the mold. Chamber undergoes rigorous anti-biological cleansing. Samples of the mold were taken. [See Addenda 407-01, 407-02]
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<End Test 2>
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Addendum 407-04: SCP-407 has been deleted from the system by what is now known to the Foundation as the Interest Group: Serpent's Hand. All known backup copies of SCP-407 have also been deleted. Refer to Incident Report X23.
Special Containment Procedures: Backup copies of all Foundation documents are to be kept at Site-██. Any documents and/or photographs SCP-431 is found in are to be stored in the Site-██ local database and replaced with their backup copy. Any personnel who report recalling SCP-431 are to be immediately questioned. Office ██-25 is to be inspected daily for any new objects. Foundation archives are to be monitored for any changes or new documents regarding SCP-431.
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Description: SCP-431 is the designation given to Dr. Gideon, a man who appears to have been a Foundation researcher. Due to the condition of records at present, it is not known if Gideon is his real name. The existence of SCP-431 was first discovered during what appeared to be an attempt to hack the Foundation database: a number of documents were altered to state that a scientist referred to as "Dr. Gideon" was involved in researching several SCP objects. However, it was determined that the documents in question were not being accessed at the time that they were modified.
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Since the initial event, references to a Dr. Gideon have appeared in ██ additional documents. Every time a document has been altered, it has been shown that it was not in use at the time of modification. Several new documents also appeared, a number of which are SCP documentation of items that the Foundation does not currently possess, including a [DATA EXPUNGED], and one item, a [DATA EXPUNGED], which is known to currently be in the possession of Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd.
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A number of objects have also been discovered in Office ██-25, which is currently vacant. It is not known when items began to appear inside it, as the office was only investigated when a "Dr. Gideon" name placard appeared on the door. ██ documents have been recovered from the office, including a photograph, Document 431-██ which is believed to depict Dr. Gideon alongside three (3) known Foundation personnel. Security camera tapes dated ██/██/██ show a man who is believed to be Dr. Gideon conversing with a number of researchers. None of the researchers report ever working with anyone named Gideon and none show signs consistent with the administration of amnestics.
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No information concerning Dr. Gideon's hiring by the Foundation exists, nor does any documentation indicating that Dr. Gideon was either fired, terminated, or quit. One document recovered from Office ██-25 appears to have his fingerprints on it, as the fingerprints have no match within the Foundation's or any government's fingerprint database. No government documentation regarding anyone named Gideon matching the description of the individual in Document-431-██ exists, including birth, death, census, or tax information.
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By date, the last documents available presently state that Dr. Gideon was scheduled to oversee the neutralization of an SCP object; however, the document refers to the object being neutralized as SCP-███, a designation not currently in use. No documentation has appeared describing SCP-███.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4342 is to be contained in a secure storage locker located at Site-22 Site-44. Any individuals who wish to perform testing upon SCP-4342 are free to do so.
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Description: SCP-4342 is a folded paper cube with a mild glow emanating from its interior. Incredibly, when exposed to external stimuli, SCP-4342 is capable of changing the colour of this glowing light as well as doing something on occasion. Due to the miraculous nature of these anomalous properties, SCP-4342 is currently under intensive testing.
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Test Log 4342-1:
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For experimental purposes, SCP-4342 was exposed to a variety of stimuli, with any responses being recorded.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh
+Stimuli: Being touched by Dr. Marsleigh.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes green.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh
+Stimuli: Being left in a dark room.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh
+Stimuli: Being locked in a small box.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue.
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Fascinating… - Dr. Marsleigh
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh
+Stimuli: Being thrown against a wall.
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Results: SCP-4342 does something. As a result, the wall becomes lost1.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh
+Stimuli: A dead body.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes red.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh
+Stimuli: A medium-rare sirloin steak.
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Results: SCP-4342 does something. As a result, Dr. Marsleigh becomes lost2.
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While the loss of Dr. Marsleigh is unfortunate, the advances SCP-4342 could bring us mean we simply cannot abandon our research. Testing shall continue. - Dr. Shaw
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: Being set alight.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes green.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: Being spat on.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue, then becomes red.
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This is a milestone in our understanding of SCP-4342. - Dr. Shaw
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: SCP-682
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue. SCP-682 is visibly confused.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: Drawn on with crayons.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes red.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: Drawn on with a pencil.
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Results: SCP-4342 cycles between red, green and blue for ten seconds.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: Drawn on with a pencil (second attempt).
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes green.
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Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw
+Stimuli: Drawn on with a pencil (third attempt).
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Results: SCP-4342 does something. Site-22 becomes lost, along with all on-site personnel and anomalies3.
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The risks of testing SCP-4342 are far outweighed by the benefits. More test. - Site Director Bir (Site-44)
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: Shot at by security personnel.
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Results: SCP-4342 does something. All security personnel present become lost.
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: Put down in front of SCP-914.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes red.
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: A map of the United Kingdom from 1893.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue.
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: SCP-682
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes green. SCP-682 is again visibly confused by the test.
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: Licked by Site Director Bir.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue.
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: Read a bedtime story.
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Results: SCP-4342 becomes green.
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Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir
+Stimuli: Being touched by Site Director Bir.
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Results: SCP-4342 does something. Site-44 becomes lost, along with multiple neighboring settlements and significant portions of Mexico City. Through a thorough disinformation campaign blaming damage on a natural disaster and use of the prototype KALEIDOSCOPE system, a SK-class Broken Masquerade scenario is narrowly averted.
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Testing procedures of SCP-4342 are submitted to the Overseer Council for review.
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Addendum 4342-1 (O5 Judgement):
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Following a thorough review of the testing procedures concerning SCP-4342, as well as the results of said tests, the Overseer Council has - following consultation with Internal Security and the Ethics Committee - unanimously prescribed the following action for all future SCP-4342 research:
Special Containment Procedures: Recorded instances of SCP-4669-1 are to be removed and scrubbed. All witnesses of SCP-4669 or SCP-4669-1 instances are to be administered Class-B amnestics and undergo continuous monitoring. All instances of SCP-4669-2 are to be terminated.
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SCP-4669 is an Epsilon-Level priority. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-58 (“Sound of the Police”) is currently tasked with applied response. MTF U-58 is to only employ individuals who score under a -65 on the Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale1 and maintain strict anti-collectivist morals and values. No other individuals are allowed contact with SCP-4669-2 instances.
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Containment procedures will be modified once SCP-4669 is once again brought into containment. Currently, containment efforts focus on minimization of the effects of MARCOS-events and the termination of SCP-4669-2 instances.2
What follows are the proposed amendments to the containment procedures of SCP-4669 as proposed by O5-9 and Dr. Cartwright. The vote will occur in 25 minutes.
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In containment of SCP-4669, all Ways and other known methods of ingress and egress to the Library are to be monitored by MTF U-58. Any members of GoI-5869 (“Gamers Against Weed”) confirmed or otherwise are to be summarily executed. All groups working with GoI-5869 will be considered instances of SCP-4669-2.
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All MARCOS-events, suspected and otherwise, are to be met with lethal force. Neutralization of SCP-4669 is allowed on discretion of MTF U-58 operatives.
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Any information related to PoI-6870 (Jude Kriyot, or “bluntfiend”) is to be immediately sent to the head of SCP-4669 containment.
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Description: SCP-4669 is an aleakinetic3 entity capable of creating instances of SCP-4669-2 through SCP-4669-1. SCP-4669 has the appearance of an average indigenous Mexican woman. The tattoo “Ms. Zapatista, by Gamers Against Weed” appears on the outside of its right thigh. SCP-4669 is 1.6m tall and weighs 74kg.
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SCP-4669 uses aleakinesis to orchestrate MARCOS-events, while also evading capture. These events occur without discernible pattern throughout the world and include scheduled workers' strikes, riots, protests, and targeted assassinations. The stated goals of these events are to install communism as a worldwide economic system. Currently, there are no methods to predict MARCOS-events. While SCP-4669 employs a large network of SCP-4669-2 instances to enact MARCOS-events, the make-up of their organization has made it impossible for Foundation intelligence to locate SCP-4669 through MARCOS-events.
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SCP-4669's secondary ability is the creation of SCP-4669-1. For purposes of documentation, recordings of SCP-4669's voice can also be considered SCP-4669-1. SCP-4669-1 are statements made by SCP-4669 during a MARCOS-event. SCP-4669-1 instances are heard regardless of background sound and understood by any human capable of comprehending speech (regardless of what languages they are familiar with). SCP-4669-1 is the catalyst for transformation into an instance of SCP-4669-2. In SCP-4669-2 instances, memories of SCP-4669-1 cannot be expunged by any means (including amnestic therapy).
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SCP-4669-2 instances are baseline humans who have been affected by SCP-4669-1 or who have come into physical contact with SCP-4669. SCP-4669-2 instances show extreme adherence to the goals and ideals of SCP-4669, namely the belief in the full destruction of capitalism. All SCP-4669-2 instances have attempted to rejoin SCP-4669 when free from Foundation scrutiny.
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Incident 4669-141:
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The following is transcript of a phone call to a Pizza Hut in Portland, Oregon which occurred on 04-10-2038. Foundation AI GRGN-03, during a routine sweep, detected information relating to possible SCP-2293 contamination. The individual was deemed to be PoI-6870.
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Pizza Hut Employee: Hi there, uh, would you like to try—
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PoI-6870: Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King was once hit by a car? Just something to consider.
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PHE: I-I'm sorry, sir?
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PoI-6870: Gosh, I'm sorry. I was talking to a friend. Usually those commercial things are longer. Uh, anyway, I think I'd like the, uhhhh, I have a coupon here, I think. I can't find it. Just hold for a second.
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PHE: No problem.
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PoI-6870: <Spoken away from the receiver, but audible.> Mr. Ominous. Mr. Meme. Mr. Literal Serial Killer. Mr. Bernie Sanders.
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PHE: Pardon me, sir?
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PoI-6870: If I could remember Amanda's last name, I bet that'd ping something.
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PHE: Are you talking to me?
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At this point, the call was picked up by GRGN-03. Due to the actions of past AI in dealing with PoI-6870, control of the conversation is sent to Dr. Garcia.
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PoI-6870: Call didn't drop, but it's silent. God, it's just like last time. I feel like a fucking spy. Are you gonna try to kill me with some mean sound again4, or are you gonna let me talk to you like a fucking human being over here? I got something for you. Info-ways.
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Dr. Garcia: Hello, Mr. Kriyot. We'd really like to apologize for last time. Certain AIs, well, may resent having to scan the internet for, well, Stephen King jokes, but since then, we've gotten things a little better under control. Personality-wise.
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PoI-6870: Pretty frank for a janitor, aren't you?
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Dr. Garcia: I believe you had information for us?
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PoI-6870: Ms. Zapatista's doing it.
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Dr. Garcia: Doing what?
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PoI-6870: Direct action is important. Don't get me wrong. <The sound of a lighter is heard. PoI-6870 pauses.> I want to go where she's going. But I don't know if I can abide getting there like that. This is, this is the only thing I'll do. I, I want her to succeed. But, sometimes I don't know. If it should be like this.
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Ten seconds of silence.
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PoI-6870: The voice during those protests. The voice during those riots. The voice that spoke that Afrikaaner piece of shit5 into the stratosphere. It's all been her. It's been one.
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Dr. Garcia: You made it?
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PoI-6870: Not me, but a few of us. But she's her own woman. And she's going to do whatever she can to make the world just and right. This is all the help I think I can give you, morally. I, uh, I don't know what to do here, morally.
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Five second pause.
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PoI-6870: She's just a woman. She's not stronger than anyone else you see on the street. But her voice? Her words are so beautiful. She's not a goddess. Ending capitalism is worthwhile, but not like this. Not mean.
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Thirty second pause. A lighter is heard.
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PoI-6870: She's going to be in Nicaragua tomorrow. Don't ask how I know. There's going to be another big one. But that's what she does. She knows the best parts to make this happen. Get the ball rolling for a worldwide revolution. They all might seem disconnected. But the voice, you know what I'm talking about?
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Dr. Garcia: We are familiar with the phenomenon, correct. While the source of the voice was assumed to belong to a humanoid entity of some kind—
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PoI-6870: She's a lady.
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Dr. Garcia: —we had no real reason to guess it was doing this to, well, jumpstart anything specifically.
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PoI-6870: She's building an army. I, I never thought we'd do something like this. It's right. What's she's doing. It's right. But she's ruthless. They made her too willing to do whatever needed. It's not atrocity, but, but I can't let anyone else die.
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Dr. Garcia: Why are you telling us this?
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PoI-6870: I can't have another life on my hands.
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Dr. Garcia: Is there anything more you can tell us?
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PoI-6870: It was inevitable that there'd be a split, you know. That's what leftists do. We have a clear, beautiful vision. And so, when we hit that first disagreement, we split.
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Dr. Garcia: Anything at all to help us. Anything at all?
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PoI-6870: She's a comrade. I've said enough.
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PoI-6870 disconnects the line. Foundation agents arriving on scene were unable to locate PoI-6870. The payphone the call had been traced to had been out of service for over three months.
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Recovered Document 4669-1:
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When seized by MTF U-58, the following document was found on its person.
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Holy Heck! You found your very own Ms. Zapatista! Join the Revolution, comrade, and let's make the world a better place. We realize the irony of having our anti-capitalist message wedded to this joke about meaningless collectible toys. Who is Dr. Wondertainment?
The only interview with SCP-4669 was conducted 16 hours after its acquisition in Nicaragua by MTF U-58 forces. The interview was conducted by Dr. Carlos Garcia, who was the lead researcher of SCP-4669 at the time. SCP-4669 was placed in a standard humanoid containment cell with the addition of a Scranton reality-anchor placed at each corner of the room. At the time, this was thought to reduce the possibility of transformation into SCP-4669-2.
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Dr. Garcia was allowed entrance to the containment site. At the time, the Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale limit had been set at 10. It is further theorized that Dr. Garcia was able to deliberately achieve a lower score on the test. In a 12-1 decision by O5 Command, the Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale limited for interaction with SCP-4669-1 or SCP-4669-2 instances was lowered to -65.
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What follows is his interview with SCP-4669.
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Dr. Garcia: Hello, SCP-4669. It's funny. I already feel like I know you.
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SCP-4669: A lot of men tell me that, you know. It's funny. They either think I'm their mother. Or they want to fuck me. Which are you?
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Dr. Garcia: I think you've forgotten the third kind.
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SCP-4669: Oh?
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Dr. Garcia: The kind that's seen all your work and wants you locked up.
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SCP-4669: Good one. You almost look like you believe it.
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Dr. Garcia: Why were you wearing a lab coat when they found you?
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SCP-4669: I knew where I was going. I thought I should dress the part. It is what you janitors wear. But then they put me in this red jumpsuit. I think I look great in it. Like fatigues on a lava planet, right?
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Dr. Garcia: You knew you were going to be betrayed?
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SCP-4669: Yes.
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Dr. Garcia: And you made no effort to leave?
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SCP-4669: You don't walk away from Gethsemane.
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Dr. Garcia: Would you like to know who snitched on you?
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SCP-4669: Jude Kriyot.
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Dr. Garcia: How does it feel that the head of the organization that created you—
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SCP-4669: I lived long before them, pendejo.
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Dr. Garcia: —has thrown you to the janitors?
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SCP-4669: There's always a reason for me to be somewhere. The world can be a random, chaotic place. But for me, there's always a reason. They gave that to me.
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Dr. Garcia: That certainly does sound nice. But, you said you lived before your creators? What do you mean by that?
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SCP-4669: Three, at least. An old woman. A mother. A child. All revolutionaries.
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Dr. Garcia: I don't understand.
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SCP-4669: I'm the crone, the matron, and the virgin. Three in one.
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Dr. Garcia: So you had lives before, is what you're saying? They took, uh, three souls, or something, to make you?
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SCP-4669: Got it in one, Carlos. It makes me well-suited to my job. I can be ruthless. I can mother. And I can be an emblem for them. I can be something to strive for. But, you all knew this, didn't you?
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Dr. Garcia: More or less. But what about the voice? How can you pretend to be a kind of, I don't know, holy woman when you're making people bend to your will?
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SCP-4669: I didn't make anyone do anything. Every strike, every broken window at a Starbucks, every single dead multi-billionaire, they all added up to something in the end. It's incalculable, but I can see it.
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Dr. Garcia: You know what you're doing. They can't forget it. And it makes them your slaves. How can you do that and think you're doing anything for liberation? What kind of revolutionary does mind control?
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SCP-4669: Is that what you think I am?
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Dr. Garcia: It's what I know you are.
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SCP-4669: Oh, camarada, you are going to be the death of me. Just because they can't forget it, doesn't mean it's taking away their liberty. All I offer is a kind of insight. A kind of outsight, maybe, eh? I like to think of it like that. I don't take anything away from them. I never would.
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Dr. Garcia: I think these people open their hearts to you, and I think you use them to further your own goals, whatever they are.
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SCP-4669: You think so? Let me tell you something then. <SCP-4669 leans forward in its chair.> You know what you're doing is wrong. You know that this isn't something that should be happening. I see how we can get ourselves free. I see a world we can make. I can show it to you, if you give me a chance.7
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Dr. Garcia: Shit. <Spoken to the camera.> Did anyone outside hear that? Let me out. We have to see if we can get some more on her. Until then, we're going to have to muzzle her.
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SCP-4669:There's something wrong in the world today. I know you see it. I know you see the way the rich take and take and the way so many hurt. I want to fix it. We can fix it, if you give it a chance. If you remember, if you—
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Dr. Garcia was taken from the containment chamber, and SCP-4669 was bound and gagged. In an emergency meeting of O5 Command, a unanimous decision was made to allocate four more Scranton reality-anchors to the containment chamber and six handheld Scranton reality-anchors were distributed among the guards.
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Dr. Garcia's exposure to SCP-4669-1 was not deemed an issue due to prior Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale cut-off.
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Incident 4669-143: A raid on Site-346 by members of GoI-5869 and SCP-4669-2 instances occurred on 04-19-2038. What follows is a timeline of the events compiled from staff interview.
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04:19 — Dr. Garcia opens the doorway to SCP-4669's cell. He walks down the hall and into a closet. There are reports of an electrical hum in the air that lasted for upwards of twenty seconds. When touched, the doorknob is reported to have been excessively hot. The closet shows no sign of Dr. Garcia.
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04:21 — An electrical malfunction affects the entirety of Site-346, similar to that of an EMP wave. All back-up generators fail to power on. Personnel with pacemakers and other devices are unaffected. SCP objects requiring constant connection to various powered sources to sustain life were also unaffected.
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04:22 — Before site security is able to fully mobilize and respond to the situation, 14 SCP-4669-2 instances manifest in the security barracks and are able to subdue site security. 8 leave to subdue all patrolling guards.
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04:23 — An entity8 with the head of a black Cane Corso9 enters the front doors of Site-346. It is shirtless and has no visible armor or wards. Several members on guard duty attempt to neutralize the entity. The bullets disintegrate on impact and do not penetrate. Using a sheathed sword, it is able to incapacitate the guards.
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04:24 — A humanoid figure appears in the hallway of Human Containment Wing-2 and pins Document 4669-2 to a bulletin board before disappearing. Its identity is unable to be verified due to a series of electrical currents which obscure its face.
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04:27 — The entity with the head of a black Cane Corso makes its way to the cell of SCP-4669. SCP-4669 steps out from the door and takes the entity's hand. She is reported to have said, “Mr. Destiny.” His response is reported to have been, “Our lady.”
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04:28 SCP-4669-2 instances are able to gather amnestic supplies and Scranton reality-anchors. 13 humanoid SCPs are freed. Three personnel are seen to join SCP-4669-2 instances during this period.
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04:29 An instance of SCP-4669-1 is heard, which is as follows: I'm fine. Let's go.
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04:30 — SCP-4669 and the entity leave Site-346. Their current whereabouts are unknown.
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04:31 — All SCP-4669-2 instances, deserting personnel, and freed humanoid SCPs are seen to disappear.
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04:33 — All generators power on.
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Recovered Document 4669-2: What follows is the note that the unidentified figure, now assumed to be PoI-6870, left during the raid on Site-346.
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I lied.
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Esther gave her the voice. JJ gave her the sight. And I gave her the razzle dazzle.
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I feel so old now. The young have a fire inside of them that I used to have. But I used to be fire, too. I remember the flame that bloomed inside of me. When you tap into that, you start to see that moral codes are kind of bullshit.
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But she's older than I am. She remembers every life she's had. Lives she gave up. And I realize there's no excuse anymore.
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Sometimes, you have to fight. Sometimes, you don't get the luxury of non-violence. I will never take another life myself. But I will aid her, and I will aid them, in any way I can, for as long as I can. There's always a place, however small, in the revolution for a pacifist. Especially a motherfucker of my esteemed abilities.
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She taught me that. She died with that fire in her. Three times over. I'm so lucky to have met her.
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When I die, I will kneel in front of St. Peter. I'm not about to apologize for my actions. I won't tell him that I'm sorry for allowing blood to be spilled. I will ask him to understand. Maybe God will listen to me. I hope He listens to me.
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No one should ever go hungry. No one should die in the cold when homes lay empty. No one should ever have to suffer needlessly again.
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And if one hundred rich men have to die for this to happen? I won't mourn.
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Ms. Zapatista has sparked the fire inside of me. Maybe it's time to let it out. We'll see.
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I will pray for you. I know you won't pray for me.
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JK (BF)
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After a 12-1 decision by O5 Command, PoI-6870 is to be terminated on sight.
Please do note, this file has been marked for deletion from all databases. Failure to do so within the allotted 72 hours will constitute removal from O5 Command. Do you wish to delete?
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Okay! That's fine. The file is as follows.
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SCP-4669-2-230 had been captured after a raid on a Marshall, Carter, & Dark warehouse perpetuated by SCP-4669-2 instances. Through moles within Marshall, Carter, & Dark, Foundation agents were able to mobilize before Marshall, Carter, & Dark liquidators could respond. SCP-4669-230, while injured, was the only remaining live individual. In total, 36 employees of Marshall, Carter, & Dark were killed and four unidentified pallets were counted as missing.
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The interview took place four hours after acquisition of the subject. As per containment procedures at the time, SCP-4669-2-320 was transported by agents wearing full sound blockers. The only individual to communicate with SCP-4669-2-320 was Dr. Julius Cartwright.
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Dr. Cartwright: Are you alright, Carl?
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SCP-4669-2-230: Right as rain, Julius.
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Dr. Cartwright: That's interesting, because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were looking pretty horrible right now. Those injuries are going to be fatal.
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SCP-4669-2-230: If this kills me, maybe all my bullshit would be made worth something. They let you talk to me?
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Dr. Cartwright: Scored just below the Cohen-Weinberg scale cut-off. We lowered it to negative sixty-five after you left. I was able to stay on. <A pause.> You're not surprised.
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SCP-4669-2-230: You've never been a bad guy, Julius. But you're a shitty person. At a macro level. A lot of people are. I don't really hold it against you.
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Dr. Cartwright: Do you think I scored lower than you because I'm a little to the right of you—
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SCP-4669-2-230: Very far to my right.
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Dr. Cartwright: —on the political spectrum?
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SCP-4669-2-230: No.
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Dr. Cartwright: That's not like you.
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SCP-4669-2-230: Not since her. I think people don't act on their beliefs. I think she helped me see that. There can be good people who disagree with me. That doesn't mean I'm going to let their disagreement stop me from doing what's right.
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Dr. Cartwright: For clarity, we're speaking about SCP-4669 here, correct?
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SCP-4669-2-230: Who else would we be talking about?
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Dr. Cartwright: Clarity.
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SCP-4669-2-230: You talk a lot about that, but do you have any? I don't think you're a bad person. I think you're wrong, but I think it's something inside of you that refuses to love. There's a lot like you. It's hard to love in the world capitalism made for us.
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Dr. Cartwright: Capitalism? You think this is about capitalism? You know as well as I do, the Foundation doesn't have a stake in any of this. This is a matter of an anomaly taking control of your mind. Making you serve her. Making you never forget her. For your talk about clarity, you sound insane.
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SCP-4669-2-230: I'm perfectly sane. I know when something's taken over me. I'm fine, Julius. You really think they're killing me out of mercy? Because they can't undo it?
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Dr. Cartwright: An idea you cannot get rid of is anomalous. The fact that you cannot forget her makes you anomalous. Your unwillingness to be dissuaded in—
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SCP-4669-2-230: Fuck you, Julius. They're feeding you bullshit. I can't forget her, but that doesn't mean she's a siren song. I didn't have to go. But I went all the same. I wanted to do good. And I saw the way through her. I saw a path toward something larger than myself. A world that I actually wanted my children to live in.
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Dr. Cartwright: You don't have any children.
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SCP-4669-230: Whatever. Nephews, nieces. The children of the world. Our children.
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Dr. Cartwright: That's sentimental even for you. Where did they go? They left you here. They didn't care about you.
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SCP-4669-2-230: I told them to leave me. Greater good. I was dying. They needed to run before you came.
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Dr. Cartwright: That's what you used to do. You used to serve the greater good when you did our work. When you protected people from the things with which you've thrown your lot.
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SCP-4669-2-230: I made the decision to serve the greater good of humanity instead of the good of Western hegemony, Julius. What do you do? Who do you serve, asshole?
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Dr. Cartwright: The Foundation doesn't serve the interests of any ideology or any nation. Don't be ridiculous. If the world turned to socialism on its own, we'd let it. But this is a guided attack on the current principles held by the majority. If it wasn't through anomalous means, we wouldn't stop anything.
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SCP-4669-2-230: You truly think so, don't you?
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Dr. Cartwright: I will until the day I die.
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SCP-4669-2-230: Good. Keep my stress ball.
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Dr. Cartwright: I took it from your desk the moment I heard you left.
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SCP-4669-2-230: You bastard. But you'll need it more than me.
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Dr. Cartwright: What do you mean? <A pause.> Carl?
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Following this exchange, SCP-4669-2-230 lost consciousness and expired from its injuries. Per procedure, its body was cremated and disposed of.
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O5 Command, in a 12-1 decision, voted to retain containment procedures that call for immediate termination of all SCP-4669-2 instances. In a further decision (12-1), Dr. Cartwright was administered Class-C amnestics in order to expunge the interview from his memory, and the interview was marked for full expungement.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor the internet for news reports, personal blog posts, and forum discussions involving manifestations of SCP-4722. Should a location associated with SCP-4722 occurrences be identified and confirmed by Foundation personnel, deterrents are to be gradually introduced to the area to dissuade passersby from traveling the nearby pathways on foot at high speed.
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Disinformation responses are to be released following any reports from individuals who have encountered an SCP-4722 location; the claims are to be dismissed as part of a popular urban hoax. Any mentions of a "Professor Faymaren" (tentatively designated PoI-4722, along with associated alternate spellings) are to be investigated, to facilitate the identification and detainment of the presumably anomalous individual using the name(s).
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Experimentation involving an SCP-4722 location requires permission from the Site Director or a Level-4 personnel member present at the nearest Foundation facility.
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Description: SCP-4722 is a phenomenon that manifests on unpaved walkways made over time by human foot traffic1. Based on gathered reports, it is currently believed that SCP-4722 manifestations are primarily localized to England and France.
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When a human travels over such a walkway on foot at a relatively quick pace (taking into account physique and potential encumbrance due to items being carried), SCP-4722 will cause the following to occur:
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White down feathers will manifest at the soles of the individual’s feet or footwear, and trail behind them until they reach the end of the pathway. (If not picked up immediately, the feathers will disappear.)
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Standing or slower-moving individuals on the pathway will move aside to let the individual pass.
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If the individual drops something they are carrying, the item will briefly remain hovering in place.
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The individual’s clothing will take on a luminescent sheen. This effect persists for up to 12 minutes, and causes clothing to repel water in the event of rain or snow.
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Upon reaching the halfway point of the pathway, the individual will hear an unidentified crowd chanting motivational lines to them, including phrases "We believe in you!" and "You can do it!"
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(Pending confirmation) after leaving the pathway, the individual will reach their intended destination without any interruptions, including those caused by traffic, illness (e.g., needing to blow one’s nose), and need to use restrooms.
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It has been observed that SCP-4722 will not manifest for all individuals. Foundation-monitored experiments have indicated that the following personal history factors tend to be associated with a failure to activate SCP-4722:
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Individual’s family was financially secure and provided for them for the majority of their juvenile and adolescent life.
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Individual has a strong emotional support system.
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Individual has not experienced many major life-changing negative events (e.g., loss of a parent, eviction).
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Individual’s stress levels are low (compared to those of other test subjects).
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Individual scores high on neuroticism scales and/or possesses a fairly negative worldview.
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SCP-4722’s first noted manifestation occurred at the University of Cambridge, following a hit-and-run incident that left undergraduate student ██████ ████ unable to attend classes and her part-time job. The student was later interviewed by campus staff about her experience, and stated that she received counseling from an elderly benefactress named "Professor Faymaren" (PoI-4722)2 who encouraged Miss ████ to continue with her dreams despite the hardships she currently faced, and introduced her to the pathway later confirmed to be affected by SCP-4722.
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Foundation records indicate that the student later successfully applied for and received financial aid from a philanthropic society, completed her education, secured employment as a well-respected teacher, and married the headmaster of a neighboring school. Foundation surveillance was eventually withdrawn six months following the individual’s wedding,3 which was held on the university grounds near the SCP-4722-affected pathway (as the couple stated that was the location where they first met).
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Before Foundation intervention, Miss ████ had also encouraged coworkers and students to traverse the pathway that had "brought her good luck". Investigations are ongoing; gathered data thus far indicates that approximately 80% of interviewed individuals who went out of their way to travel over the SCP-4722-affected pathway found their lives changed in sudden events4 that they were "surprised by, but eternally grateful for". Professor Faymaren was cited frequently as the recurring benefactress; other name variations mentioned by interviewees included "Faemeren", and "F. Marraine". Thus far, all Foundation attempts to locate the alleged benefactress(es) have failed.
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Addendum SCP-4722-1: On 07/03/2012, the SCP-4722 research team conducted an experiment involving former MTF agent █████ ████████ (of Esoteric MTF Team █████-█), who due to myotonic muscular dystrophy is unable to walk unassisted and as such entered an early retirement. Agent ████████ was asked to travel the length of an SCP-4722-affected pathway using his mechanized wheelchair.
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The agent's service dog was allowed to follow; it was noted that white down feathers manifested for both the individual and his dog (who had been a shelter rescue, prior to adoption by the MTF agent as a therapy animal). Both individuals later received a package in the mail with no return address, containing a first-edition illustrated book of fairy tales and a tin of homemade dog treats. The items were determined to be non-anomalous, though the book was identified by Agent ████████ as being identical to a copy he had lost as a child, during a cross-country move necessitated by his father's change in employment. Both items were released to the custody of Agent ████████ and his service dog.
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At this time, the SCP-4722 research team is accepting volunteers for further test subjects.
The west wing of SCP-4983's exterior, moments after the sounds of wailing and screaming were reported from the second level of the building.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The immediate vicinity of Hales, Iowa has been isolated and is considered a Provisional Site for SCP-4983. Foundation members staged as local officers are hereby responsible for maintaining the security of SCP-4983 whilst investigating it.
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Personnel investigating SCP-4983 are to ignore all sounds emanating from the facility. The perimeter of SCP-4983 is to be guarded and protected at all times. Objects retrieved from the anomaly are to be safely stored and transferred to Site-119 for further study and investigation.
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UPDATE — 08/09/2014: Concluding the events of ADDENDUM FOUR, the immediate vicinity of both SCP-4983 and the town of Hales has been considered hazardous for Foundation personnel. Discretion should be heavily advised for any personnel who attempt to access either the anomaly or the town itself.
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Hallway 6B of SCP-4983.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-4983 describes the now-defunct "Saint Almo's Children's Hospital" located on the southwestern perimeter of Hales, Iowa.
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With an approximate area of 150 square meters, SCP-4983's interior consists of two primary levels and an upper attic. Large quantities of bedding and other amenities discovered on the second-level floor suggest that in-person care was housed and restricted within, while packaging, storage containers, and other objects have been found inside of the attic. Additionally, the first floor of SCP-4983 consists of both administrative offices and hospitalization rooms for emergency treatment. However, due to the lack of proper tools and equipment located within these hospitalization rooms, it has been presumed that care within the facility was rudimentary and not well-versed amongst healthcare workers during SCP-4983's time of operation (refer to HISTORICAL BACKGROUND).
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SCP-4983's anomalous properties manifest randomly and inexplicably. Reports of an unknown rhythmic sound, alongside sightings of "ghosts" and other related phenomena from within the premises, have been recorded from both Foundation personnel and nearby Hales residents. The source of the aforementioned sounds and apparitions inside of SCP-4983 vary between individuals. When experiencing these phenomena, however, all subjects have attested to feeling some degree of anxiety and/or nausea, which is subsequently amplified when stepping inside of SCP-4983. Whether this is the result of additional anomalous phenomena is still being investigated.
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HISTORICAL BACKGROUND: While the healthcare industry within the United States began to experience a serious upheaval throughout the early 1950s and late 1960s, hospitals during this period were still generally smaller and more localized. Traditional American communal hospitals, like SCP-4983, were not-for-profit or crowdfunded, housing only a small amount of patients relative to their total capacity.
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Prior to the construction of SCP-4983, the town of Hales1 witnessed an exponential growth of new residents. While Hales had already established the now modernized Geneveria hospital in 1954, impoverished members of the community were at a significant disadvantage as local wealth began fluctuating healthcare prices and expenditures. In order to combat the growing disparity, the Hales government initiated the construction of a more localized hospital. In 1963, the first iteration of Saint Almo's hospital was completed.
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THE HALES REPORTER
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Public Service Announcement Excerpt — Foundation Digital Archives (07/09/1963)
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By: Jessica Shredmanor
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After a long-awaited announcement, local officials have now confirmed the completion of Saint Almo's Children's hospital. This building, previously owned by Mayor Lewis Anthony before being willingly donated to the local Hales government, was required to undergo a six-month renovation project before being available to the public.
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Officials estimate that Saint Almo's will be able to house a total of 105 persons, 20% of which could receive immediate treatment in the facility's emergency-care units. While possible, Hales residents has been reminded that Saint Almo's will only act as a temporary facility, allowing Geneveria and other nearby hospitals an opportunity to house, process, and more effectively treat their increasing number of patients.
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Despite concerns from the community, Mayor Anthony has assured citizens that this facility will be available to all residents. In a recent interview, Mayor Anthony addressed his desire to "decrease the cost of receiving life-saving treatment and give families a proper ease-of-mind."
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Possible local orders and policies, while still implausible due to Saint Almo's being a temporary facility, have been under consideration by Mayor Anthony and the Hales City Courthouse.
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Saint Almo's quickly experienced an upsurge of patients as Hales expanded. While most physicians working at the facility lacked the proper training for effective treatment, Saint Almo's was still widely considered a better alternative to Geneveria healthcare. By 1966, reconstruction of Saint Almo's, headed by Mayor Lewis Anthony and the local government, was complete. This reconstruction would later become SCP-4983.
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Upon completion of SCP-4983, Saint Almo's would be rebranded as a children's hospital due to the increasing population. This change would prove to be effective until 1972 when census records reported a plateau of new Hales residents. By 1975, Saint Almo's would be once again replaced by Geneveria hospital in capacity and treatment rates. In 1976, the building was officially shut down by Mayor Anthony.
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Mayor Anthony would later pass in 1980 at the age of 65. SCP-4983's anomalous properties would go unnoticed until 2003 when Foundation operatives were alerted of potential paranormal activity. Investigation into the property officially began several weeks after containment, with Agent Miller conducting the following interview alongside Mayor Johnathon Anthony.
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INTERVIEWED: Mayor Johnathon Anthony
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Laura Miller
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[BEGIN LOG]
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MILLER: I can't help but notice the resemblance between you and Mr. Lewis Anthony. I'm assuming you both were family?
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Picture provided of Mayor Lewis Anthony.
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ANTHONY: My father, yeah.
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MILLER: I see. Were you two close?
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ANTHONY: Up until my teenage years. Then we had a falling out of sorts and I ran away from home to live with my mother up in Pleasant Hill.
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ANTHONY clears his throat.
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ANTHONY: He damn near had the entire town scared to death when I left. They had signs of my face posted everywhere in the county. They thought I went missing up until 81.
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MILLER: That's definitely not good. [Pause] If you don't mind me asking — what made you leave?
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ANTHONY: There were… I think there were a bunch of little factors. Things that made me feel like I needed space. From what I remember, he always had this motto of "religion, politics, and smarts." If he wasn't in the courthouse or writing policies, he was reading his holy book from the library.
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MILLER: Are you aware of what he practiced?
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ANTHONY: The exact details aren't coming to me now. I guess he thought it was too personal.
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MILLER: I see.
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ANTHONY: But I do know that he was a superstitious man. Scared of spirits and the unseen world. He and I were a lot alike, really. That, and his attitude towards research and studying.
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Pause.
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MILLER: Anything else you'd like to discuss in terms of Lewis?
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ANTHONY: Not anything I care for, no. Actually, I'd like to move this conversation along if that's fine with you.
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MILLER: Oh, of course. Let's try to bring this back to the present-day, sorry for de-railing. What's the status of Saint Almo's now?
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ANTHONY:[Chuckles] Abandoned. It had served its purpose. When people stopped coming, so did the workers. Hales hasn't needed Saint Almo's for decades now.
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MILLER: Is Geneveria the reason for that?
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ANTHONY: It's not just that, no. Saint Almo's was a response to a growing town. But that's simply not the case anymore, especially since we haven't recreated a population boom like that since the 60s. If we were to lose any more residents, this place would be a ghost town.
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MILLER: Why not just destroy Saint Almo's then? I'm sure it's taking land away for new housing and business opportunities.
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ANTHONY: We tried. We held a vote back in '98, but the project never went anywhere.
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MILLER: Why not?
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ANTHONY: The vote was quite divisive. After all, Saint Almo's is still widely considered a historical monument for Hales. In the end, though, it was decided that removing the hospital now would be pointless. And then nobody wanted to go near the damn place anyway, not when we realized that it was haunted.
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MILLER: Oh? [Pause] And how did you come to that conclusion?
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ANTHONY: I held the séance myself.
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[END LOG]
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ADDENDUM ONE — PERIMETER EXPLORATION:
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DATE: 02/13/2014
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NOTE: MTF Xi-7 ("Ghost Busters!") was dispatched to SCP-4983 in order to patrol and assess the perimeter for any threats prior to Foundation insertion into the anomaly.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Recording begins with the group walking towards a blue gate from a dirt path. The perspective follows Xi-7 ALPHA, who leads Xi-7 BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA who are positioned behind him. The group is walking towards SCP-4983, pausing briefly to move the gate aside.
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ALPHA: You know the drill — keep an eye out.
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Xi-7 enter into the perimeter of the anomaly, which follows another faded dirt path leading directly into the front entrance of SCP-4983. Along the road, miscellaneous shrubbery and flora are visible. ALPHA indicates towards his left, and the group follows his lead as he steps beyond the shrubbery and towards the south brick wall.
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Xi-7 continue walking along the south wall for several minutes. Suddenly, as Xi-7 approaches the southeastern edge of SCP-4983, ALPHA pauses. The camera feed distorts slightly as ALPHA indicates to the others to hold their positions.
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ALPHA: Do you hear that?
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DELTA: Affirmative. Sounds almost like… a ringing. Is it a phone?
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BRAVO: I can hear it too, coming from the second floor, I think. Reminds me more of an alarm clock.
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ALPHA: Let's keep moving then. Ignore it, if you can.
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Xi-7 approaches the edge and turns towards the other wall, which leads to a nearby storage shed. Xi-7 scans the vicinity of the shed and, once finding nothing of significance, continues walking along the perimeter.
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UNKNOWN:[Unintelligible]
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Xi-7 freeze immediately.
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CHARLIE: A female scream?
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BRAVO: Coming from the first floor now.
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Wood being bashed can be heard from the camera's microphone.
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BRAVO: Sir?
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ALPHA: We have our orders. Continue the patrol.
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Xi-7 have now arrived at the back of SCP-4983. The sounds previously heard by the group have now faded. Xi-7 arrive in the outer courtyard.
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ALPHA: Wait.
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CHARLIE: Sir?
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ALPHA steps forward, turning slightly in order to reveal a series of stones extending from the ground below and into a 4x10 array. Large holes have been dug in front of the stones.
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BRAVO: Was it common for places like these to have gravesites?
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CHARLIE: Dunno.
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ALPHA: There's no harm in checking it out.
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Xi-7 enter the gravesite and proceed to search the premises. ALPHA begins searching near the far-right corner. ALPHA locates a nearby gravestone and peers into the hole dug within its vicinity. Nothing of value is discovered. ALPHA continues his search for 5 minutes but is unable to locate anything of relative interest. After searching another grave, ALPHA's radio activates from his side.
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CHARLIE:[Over radio] Alpha, I need you over here.
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ALPHA: What did you find? A body?
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CHARLIE: Just come here.
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ALPHA complies, jogging between several graves before locating BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA standing on the opposite corner of the graveyard.
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ALPHA: What did you three find?
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BRAVO: Three bodies. Two males and a female.
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ALPHA: It's a graveyard, what were you expecting?
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DELTA: It's not just that, sir. It's about the state of the bodies — they're fresh.
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[END LOG]
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MTF Xi-7 concluded the perimeter patrol with no further issues. Once given the all-clear, Xi-7 would later return to the graveyard present within SCP-4983. A total of three bodies, hereby collectively referred to as "SCP-4983-1," were subsequently recovered, all of which were sent to Site-119 for continued investigation. Further forensic analysis was led by Doctor Anderson Rains.
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RESEARCHERS NOTE: I feel like a slight clarification needs to be made here. The… things, sent from Saint Almo's aren't ordinary human bodies. As of now, none of us are sure what they really are. Here, I'll try to briefly explain it as best as I can.
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Xi-7 wasn't wrong when they said that these SCP-4983-1 instances were unusual. They are, but not in the way that they thought initially. The skin of each are abnormally elastic and loose — giving them this near-pristine appearance. None of our available tools have been able to puncture past the dermis either, for reasons we can't yet explain.
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Beyond the near plasticity of the skin, we also observed some oddities with their eyes. Ignoring the discoloration of the pupils, both the vitreous body and the retina are unusually enlarged, well beyond being any genetic defect or abnormality. Heat scans of both the skull and upper torso also report slight signs of heat markings, which is also weird since we can only assume that these bodies have been left in the cold and deceased for several years (as indicated by the decomposing of the hair and vacant follicles seen in all instances).
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While the above summary isn't all-inclusive, I still think we should remain clear on what we're dealing with here. In short: we have no clue what's going on yet, and knowing that might help prevent any accidents or misunderstandings in the future.
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ADDENDUM TWO — INVESTIGATION: The discovery of the SCP-4983-1 instances prompted further concern by Foundation personnel. Because of this, further exploration into SCP-4983 was requested and later escalated by high-ranking officials.
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With the outer perimeter of SCP-4983 secured, investigations into the interior of SCP-4983 were attempted. However, Foundation personnel were still unsure of the status within the facility. As such, the creation and utilization of the new CODICE drone were approved. A flight to inspect and observe SCP-4983's interior remotely was approved, resulting in the subsequent log of events:
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DATE: 03/01/2014
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[BEGIN LOG]
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DRONE ACTIVATED. AUTOPILOT ENGAGED AND ACTIVE. ASCENDING 7 METERS BEFORE INITIATING FLIGHT TOWARDS TARGET.
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TARGET LOCATED, DESCENDING TO 5 METERS AND TRAVELLING TO FLAGGED ENTRY POINT.
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ERROR! OBSTRUCTION DETECTED. AUTOPILOT DISENGAGED — AWAITING OPERATOR FOR ASSISTANCE.
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MANUAL FLIGHT CONTROLS INITIATED. ELEVATING 7 METERS AND SCANNING SECOND LEVEL TO DETERMINE NEW ENTRY POINT.
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ENTRY POINT DETECTED, SIXTH WINDOW ON SECOND LEVEL. NOW ENTERING AVAILABLE OPENING. RE-ENGAGING AUTOPILOT AND RESUMING PATROL.
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SCANNING CURRENT ROOM. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. NO HAZARDOUS MATERIAL DETECTED. PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND CONTINUING PATROL.
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ACCESSING HALLWAY, NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. CONTINUING TO NEXT ROOM.
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FATAL FEED ERROR! FATAL SCANNER ERROR! LOCATION OF DRONE UNKNOWN!
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ERROR! RE-ADJUSTING CALIBRATION AND CONTINUING TO NEXT ROOM.
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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ALARM DE-ACTIVATED. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED, NOW ACCESSING LEVEL ONE.
AUTOPILOT RE-ENGAGED. CONTINUING PATROL OF LEVEL ONE.
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ACCESSING ROOM. SCAN HAS NOW BEEN COMPLETED. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. NO HAZARDOUS MATERIAL DETECTED. PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND CONTINUING PATROL.
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ROOM EXCEEDING RANGE LIMIT ALLOWANCE. CONTINUING FURTHER INTO CURRENT ROOM.
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ANOTHER SCAN INITIATED. NO CHANGE. CONTINUING SEARCH OF SUB-ROOM.
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SUB-ROOM SCANNED, NO CHANGE. RETURNING TO PREVIOUS ROOM.
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RETURNING TO PREVIOUS POINT OF ENTRY TO CONTINUE PATROL.
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OBSTRUCTION DETECTED! PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND AWAITING OPERATOR.
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MANUAL FLIGHT CONTROLS ENGAGED. ASCENDING 7 METERS TO THE SECOND FLOOR. AUTOPILOT NOW RE-ENGAGED.
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CONTINUING PATROL, SCANNING CURRENT ROOM.
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FATAL FEED ERROR! FATAL SCANNER ERROR! LOCATION OF DRONE UNKNOWN!
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ERROR! RE-ADJUSTING CALIBRATION AND CONTINUING PATROL.
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DETECTED STAIRS. ASCENDING TO UPPER ATTIC, NOW 11 METERS.
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ACCESSING ROOM, INITIATING SCAN.
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SCAN HAS NOW BEEN COMPLETED. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. NO HAZARDOUS MATERIAL DETECTED. PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND CONTINUING—
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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SOUND DETECTED!
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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FACE DETECTED!
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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SOUND DETECTED!
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MOVEMENT DETECTED!
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FACE DETECTED!
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ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!
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ALARMS DISENGAGED. NO ACTIVITY DETECTED.
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BATTERY REPORTED LOW! EXITING BUILDING AND TERMINATING PATROL SCRIPT.
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[END LOG]
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Continued remote observations into SCP-4983 have been met with similar results. Repeated attempts revealed the presence of "dead zones," as an unknown interference would distort and malfunction all drones entering into their approximate vicinity. As such, Xi-7 has been re-dispatched to the location for further exploration and mapping of potential rooms of interest within. On 03/08/2014, Xi-7 would arrive at SCP-4983, with Agent Laura Miller assisting them.
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NOTE: Camera footage provided by Agent Laura Miller.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Recording begins at the entrance leading into SCP-4983, with DELTA and CHARLIE removing the wooded barricade previously blocking the door. ALPHA and BETA are seen standing guard, with MILLER sitting several meters away.
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DELTA:[Grunts] Wood's now been moved. We can go in whenever.
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ALPHA: Gotcha. [Turns towards MILLER.] Ready over there?
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MILLER: Sure am.
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ALPHA: Let's move then.
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DELTA and CHARLIE step backward as ALPHA and MILLER enter into SCP-4983. The two are met with a long, narrow hallway extending left and right respectively. On the wall ahead, a small window leads into the central courtyard decorated with several benches and a broken ceramic fountain.
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The rest of Xi-7 enter into the interior. ALPHA signals CHARLIE and DELTA to move towards the right end of the hallway as ALPHA, BRAVO, and MILLER stay left.
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ALPHA:[Over radio] Sensors will sound when you're close to a dead zone. Stay alert.
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CHARLIE: Copy, boss.
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DELTA: Aye, copy.
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ALPHA, BRAVO, and MILLER arrive at the end of the hallway and turn right. The subteam is met with an even longer hallway extending down into the opposite end of the central courtyard. Parts of the ceiling and walls are either missing or vacant, with fragmented drywall clinging to the floors. All nearby windows are either shattered or outright missing.
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The group walks forward, stopping after 5 or 6 meters to enter a nearby patient ward. ALPHA signals BRAVO to stand near the entry point while he and MILLER enter inside. The two walk into a large room filled with a series of bunk-beds extending downward, towards the opposite wall. The mattresses are heavily shredded and sagged, the majority of which are missing sheets or pillows.
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MILLER: It's better than most motels, at least.
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ALPHA: What places have you been sleeping in?
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MILLER: If you could only imagine.
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MILLER and ALPHA continue exploring the inside of the room. As MILLER inspects the left wall, ALPHA continues rummaging through the separate bunk beds. MILLER then turns to look at several of the other bunk beds across the room. MILLER briefly stops as she picks up a toy action figure. While most of its characteristics have long since either faded or have been removed outright, MILLER notices that the central cavity of the figure remains intact, with a large mechanical heart strapped inside.
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BRAVO:[Over radio] Copy?
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The two cease moving.
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ALPHA: All ears, Bravo.
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BRAVO: Anyone else hearing that sound?
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Radio goes silent briefly. After a moment, ALPHA and MILLER look towards each other. An unknown sound can be heard over the camera's microphone.
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BRAVO: None of us are moving, right?
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Xi-7 confirms over the radio that they have ceased movement.
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BRAVO: So whose footsteps am I hearing?
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A slight pause occurs.
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ALPHA: Ignore it for now. Keep watch, we'll be back in the hallway soon.
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MILLER continues towards the end of the room. ALPHA removes his radio before stopping to see an unknown canister laying face down on the floor. After a moment he kicks it onto its opposite face, revealing a large hole.
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ALPHA: Looks like someone really wanted whatever was in that thing.
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MILLER approaches towards the end of the room, turning right to access a nearby bathroom. ALPHA lingers slightly behind and is unviewable to the camera. MILLER enters into the bathroom, which is in a similar state to other rooms within the facility. She turns right towards a slightly broken mirror before freezing.
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MILLER: Alpha.
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ALPHA: What?
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MILLER: Come here.
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ALPHA rushes into the bathroom MILLER is located at, holding a sidearm close by.
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ALPHA: Something wrong?
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MILLER: Look at the shower behind me.
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ALPHA turns towards the ceramic tub behind him. After locating nothing of interest, he turns back towards MILLER.
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ALPHA: There's nothing there.
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MILLER indicates towards the mirror, signaling ALPHA to look. ALPHA's eyes suddenly widen at the sight of something that cannot be seen by the camera. ALPHA holsters his weapon.
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MILLER: You see it now?
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ALPHA:[Whispers] Don't move — he's not smiling at you.
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ALPHA retrieves a small capsule from his right pocket, taking off its cap. Once done, ALPHA steadily dips his index and middle fingers into the capsule, staining them with a dark red liquid. As MILLER remains frozen, ALPHA begins to draw an inscription on the mirror in front of them, whispering in an unknown language. After several seconds, ALPHA steps back and the mirror shatters outright.
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ALPHA: You're clear.
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MILLER turns back, checking to see if anything is still behind her. After a moment she sighs in relief.
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MILLER: What in the hell was that?
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ALPHA: It was just a spirit. Nothing you have to worry about now.
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MILLER: Is it… is it gone now?
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ALPHA: Should be, but just stay on guard. In case it comes back.
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MILLER: Huh…. okay. [Pauses] Thanks.
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ALPHA: Don't mention it. [Offhand] Fucking creepy-ass kid.
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ALPHA grunts as both proceed out of another door connecting into the bathroom, this one leading into a presumed storage closet. As the two enter, loud alarms begin going off near MILLER's and ALPHA's waists.
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MILLER: I found it.
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ALPHA snorts.
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DELTA:[Over radio] Alpha, you copy?
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ALPHA: Affirmative. Just located a dead zone.
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CHARLIE: So have we. Does yours also have a fuckton of these weird fuel-container-looking things?
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MILLER and ALPHA take a second to observe their immediate vicinity. Throughout the room, large quantities of large, 1.2-meter canisters are visible. Most have toppled to the floor or contain significant damage.
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ALPHA: Affirmative.
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CHARLIE: Well, we got a few of them that look like they got something interesting inside. Almost like Sprite or something — should we do anything with them?
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ALPHA looks towards MILLER, who signals in the affirmative.
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ALPHA: Yeah — make sure they're not hazardous or toxic. Other than that, bring some back to the front of the building — we'll let the nerds back home figure it out from here.
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[END LOG]
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ADDENDUM THREE — EXPERIMENTATION: Concluding the end of events observed in ADDENDUM TWO, only 4 canisters, classified as SCP-4983-2, were recovered from the facility. Similar to SCP-4983-1, said objects were transferred to Site-119 for further investigation and study by personnel.
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On 04/16/2014, Doctor Anderson Rains submitted a detailed series of notes to Foundation researchers after observing and investigating both SCP-4983-1 and SCP-4983-2 instances for nearly 1 month. An excerpted collection of these notes may be found below:
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[…] Our first preliminary observations with SCP-4983-1 instances have finally been completed. Assuming that anyone reading these notes will have already been up-to-date with the current SCP-4983 file, let me go ahead and skip straight into the more interesting points.
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Instead of locating ordinary subcutaneous tissue and muscle fibers underneath the instance's rubbery skin, we were actually met with interlocking fibers of metal and copper. Small cogs and gears were frozen stiff, meshed together from the central torso and into the individual limbs. The only thing comparable would be that of a few cases I happened to be a part of back during my time at Site-17. While we accessed the upper chest cavity and torso, a large battery had replaced what was supposed to be a human heart.
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We have decided to continue monitoring this for now. We haven't yet taken a look at the upper cranium or the eyes in full detail, but I expect that to change here shortly.
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Even after several days, our observations still baffle us back in 119. So far during this investigation, we've only been able to raise more questions than we can answer. Why were these blatantly machined instances left outside? How did they operate — were they life-like or were they intentionally artificial? Who could possibly acquire the knowledge and craftsmanship to create these machines?
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These questions have only been amplified after our new observations. We will begin with our evaluation of the instance's eyes. While we noticed beforehand that the size of both the retina and vitreous body were overly large — what we didn't see was how the iris and lens of the eyes were entirely fake. Instead of locating muscle and tissue, we noticed a loose filling that obstructed small cameras fitted behind the pupil and outer cornea, which connected via the "optic nerve" back towards the visual cortex of the instance's brain.
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This nicely segues us into our next observations — the brain itself. It, of course, likewise follows the recent pattern seen from these investigations thus far. Instead of organic brain matter or tissue, there was a large array of storage drives, much like ordinary hard disk drives.
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So far, we've been unable to extract any data from the drives we've recovered. Closer inspection of each drive indicates that they were probably severely damaged after being left outside for several decades. We're going to try and extract other drives from the remaining instances to see if any data can be read. However, we don't believe that it will be successful.
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Today we received something brand new from SCP-4983 — SCP-4983-2.
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The SCP-4983-2 objects themselves are nothing fancy from the outside. They just appear as odd fuel canisters, the ones you might find in a videogame or near the back of an ordinary gas station. We hadn't thought much of the material that was contained inside.
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Not until we realized that the gas inside contains a massive amount of EVE energy.
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With so much of it inside, it's suddenly not too difficult to understand why our devices were experiencing so much interference. If the EVE had been compacted into any more space, we'd most likely be dealing with a lot worse than haywire gadgets. Aspect Radiation is a very real threat, and we should remain thankful that no accidents occurred on the field.
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Our technicians have stored them away for the time being. Tomorrow we'll begin a further study to see if any correlation between the -1 and -2 exist, and what said correlation might look like if it does.
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Since we cannot insert the contents of SCP-4983-2 directly into SCP-4983-1, we have isolated a chamber room with one of each instance contained inside. The results have been shocking so far.
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The plasticity of the SCP-4983-1's skin is not just happenstance. When interacting with the material of SCP-4983-2, the skin actually begins to morph and change. The physical features of our first SCP-4983-1 have altered so significantly that even details like the fingerprints have been permanently changed. Our other tests have led to the same results.
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The EVE energy contained within the canisters has not yet been identified. However, given the clarity and relative weakness of the energy, it's almost safe to assume that this was siphoned from a baseline human. Perhaps many, many humans if I had to guess.
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The only thoughts that I can think of in regards to these objects are why? None of the pieces craft a good picture here. With so many of these SCP-4983-2 instances — what are they actually fueling? And, more importantly… where is it?
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ADDENDUM FOUR — SUBLEVEL: Following the notes retrieved from Doctor Rains, a re-dispatch to the SCP-4983 location was approved. In order to gain further insight into both the correlation of SCP-4983-1 and SCP-4983-2, as well as ascertain more of the facility itself, Mayor Johnathon Anthony agreed to assist Foundation teams in further investigation.
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Utilizing both his knowledge of SCP-4983's general layout, as well as the overall history involving both it and the town of Hales, he was integrated into the following exploration of SCP-4983.
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NOTE: The following footage was compiled from recordings provided by MILLER, ALPHA, BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA respectively.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Recording begins with the perspective of ALPHA. The group has already accessed the inside of SCP-4983 and is huddled together nearby the front entrance. The time is approximately 18:30, and the lack of outside light makes viewing difficult. All members excluding ANTHONY are wearing activated flashlights.
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MILLER: Thanks for agreeing to help us, John.
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ANTHONY: Of course. Is there anything exactly you and your friends are looking for here?
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MILLER: We're not sure yet. We were hoping you could point us in the right direction.
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ALPHA: Somewhere we maybe haven't thought to check yet.
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MILLER nods in agreement to ALPHA.
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ANTHONY: Well… I can't pinpoint anything exactly right now. But Dad always left little secrets in everything he did. I can help you all look if that's okay.
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ALPHA: Well—
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MILLER: Yes, that would be great. The more eyes the better.
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MILLER and ALPHA look towards each other briefly.
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ALPHA: Fine by me. Let's split up and get to work then.
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Xi-7 and the group nod in approval. ALPHA, MILLER, and ANTHONY both move towards the west section of the facility, while BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA take the opposite region.
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[EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED]
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Camera perspective now falls unto BRAVO, who lags behind both CHARLIE and DELTA as they move forward.
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CHARLIE: We're coming across a T in the hallway.
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DELTA: Noted.
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BRAVO: There's a room right off the turn. Should we take a look inside?
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DELTA: It's what we're here for, isn't it?
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BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA slowly make their way to the end of the hallway, turning right to see an already opened door leading into a large operating room. From the outside windows, it appears that they are on the second floor of the facility.
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DELTA: Charlie, take point while Bravo and I go inside.
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CHARLIE: Yeah… yeah, sure.
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DELTA turns back and walks into the hallway, leaving CHARLIE outside as he shuts the metal door leading inside. DELTA and BRAVO have now entered a large operating room. The room itself is devoid of any outstanding features. Cabinets and drawers hang limply from the walls as a large operating table is bolted into the central part of the floor. Debris, fauna, and other material are scattered throughout the entirety of the room. The windows are shattered and a light breeze comes from the outside.
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DELTA: If you find anything, call it out.
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BRAVO: Roger.
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BRAVO turns towards the right side of the room and begins inspecting the miscellaneous cabinets and drawers. The camera can see DELTA moving towards the left and searching.
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BRAVO: Delta.
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DELTA: What?
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BRAVO opens another cabinet and begins inspecting for anything notable. He is unsuccessful.
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BRAVO: Why'd you make Charlie sit outside? Seems silly, we're just dealing with ghosts and spirits in here.
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DELTA sighs, closing a nearby drawer as he stands up and straightens his back.
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DELTA: Are you telling me that you didn't notice it?
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BRAVO: Notice what?
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DELTA: Eh, just forget it.
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DELTA continues his search in another nearby cabinet, shutting it quickly after locating nothing of interest.
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DELTA: I've been feeling paranoid, recently. Like — like someone has been on my back this entire time.
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BRAVO: You think it's maybe the spirits latching onto you?
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DELTA: Maybe, Either that or just paranoia, I suppose.
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The two are now beyond the halfway point of the perimeter of the room.
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DELTA: I don't know. I just want to stay on guard.
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BRAVO: I get it.
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[2 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED]
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DELTA: Find anything over there?
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BRAVO: No sir. Just a few bird nests. What about you?
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DELTA: Nothing.
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The two sit in silence briefly.
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BRAVO: Should we keep looking?
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DELTA: No, we've spent enough time in here. Let's move on to the next room.
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DELTA retrieves his radio from his waist.
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DELTA: Charlie, do you copy?
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Silence.
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DELTA: Charlie, are you there, over? We're about to leave the room.
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Silence ensues once more.
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BRAVO: Did he forget to turn on his radio again?
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DELTA: No, he wouldn't do that. [Pause] Come with me.
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DELTA readies his sidearm and slowly approaches the door. BRAVO retrieves his sidearm and follows DELTA from behind. After slowly approaching, DELTA opens the door leading back into the hallway slightly, taking a peek outside. After a moment, DELTA seemingly locates nothing of interest and opens the door.
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DELTA: He's gone.
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DELTA steps out, back into the hallway. He swings his firearm towards the front and right turns before looking back towards BRAVO.
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DELTA: Where did that son-of-a—
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DELTA is interrupted by the ceiling collapsing. Suddenly, a large body falls onto DELTA, causing him to collapse. BRAVO jumps forward but is unable to after being blocked by another body in front of him.
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BRAVO grunts towards DELTA before collapsing. The camera attached to BRAVO detaches from him, falling lopsided onto the ground. After a minute, the room is silent. Deep red blood begins staining the camera lens as 4 unknown individuals begin walking away from the scene. One is seen turning back towards the camera before the feed ceases outright.
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The camera perspective now falls back onto MILLER, who is walking alongside ANTHONY and ALPHA. The three are walking down another separate hallway leading towards the outside before suddenly hearing a large crash from the rooms above.
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ANTHONY: What was that?
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The group pauses and looks collectively up towards the ceiling. After a moment of silence, ALPHA retrieves his radio.
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ALPHA: Team, do you copy?
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The radio remains silent.
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ALPHA: Team?
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Further silence ensues.
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MILLER: Do you think something happened?
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ALPHA freezes as he puts his radio back onto his waist.
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ALPHA: Dunno, but you two stay here. Don't move, I'm going to go check it out.
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MILLER and ANTHONY nod as ALPHA retreats towards the source of the sound. After he leaves, MILLER and ANTHONY looks towards each other.
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ANTHONY: Do you hear that?
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MILLER: I do, yeah.
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The two pause as a noticeable "ticking" sound can be heard faintly.
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MILLER: I think you should go back towards the entrance.
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ANTHONY: And what about you?
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MILLER: There are a few more places I want to check, but I'll be there soon.
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ANTHONY nods in approval.
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ANTHONY: I'll meet you there then.
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[EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED]
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MILLER is seen walking around the perimeter of SCP-4983. She is alone, with only a flashlight. The sky has darkened and light rain has begun to pour. ANTHONY and ALPHA are nowhere in sight.
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MILLER approaches the outside shed from the rear side. After a moment of walking around, she accesses the front door and attempts to open it. Her attempt fails. She tries again, this time ramming her shoulder into the door. The added push causes the weakened wood to cave, allowing her access into a large stairway headed underground.
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MILLER: That ticking… it's coming from here.
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The stairs and outer walls are largely degraded. The decoration and style of the walls appear to pre-date the outside shed and SCP-4983 facility surrounding it. MILLER begins walking into the facility. She intermittently scans both the walls and stairs, but after locating nothing of interest she continues downward.
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After a minute of walking, she accesses a large room leading from the stairs. The ticking sound is significantly louder, but she is unable to view anything due to the darkness. After a moment, however, she begins surveying the room. She begins on the right side of the wall and explores the perimeter. She finds nothing of interest, so she moves towards the opposite corner.
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MILLER: What the…?
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MILLER points her camera to the ground and gasps slightly. As she pans, another SCP-4983-1 instance can be seen lying on the ground, face down. After a brief pause, MILLER begins inspecting the instance. She is able to lift it onto its face, revealing both a face and nametag that appears to have dropped onto the floor. The nametag itself reads: "SUBJECT 1 — JAY A."
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MILLER: It's… it's the boy from the mirror?
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MILLER stands up and looks around again. After a moment, she detects something of interest on the wall. She walks towards the object and notices a switch. She flicks it onto the "On" position, and the lights of the room suddenly activate. Near the SCP-4983-1 and the now viewable dozens of other instances, a large mechanical object can be seen reverberating. After each subsequent beat, the ticking sound becomes noticeable stronger.
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The opposite corner of the room likewise begins to light up. Along the far wall of the room, large CRT monitors begin activating. Each monitor displays a feed looking outside of both the facility and Hales. All feeds are displayed in a first-person perspective, some of which are heading towards the shed in which MILLER is located in.
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MILLER gasps, taking a step backward before a large creaking noise can be heard from behind. MILLER flails to her opposite side and sees ANTHONY staring at her from the stairs.
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MILLER: John?
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ANTHONY smiles as his face and body begin to contort and shift rapidly. Within moments, the appearance of ANTHONY shifts dramatically to that of the previous Lewis Anthony. After a pause, he steps forward, revealing a large number of people standing behind him from the staircase.
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ANTHONY: Looks like you found it.
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ANTHONY steps forward, allowing the group of individuals behind him to quickly swarm into the room and surround MILLER. Bloodstains are noticeable around ANTHONY's arms and hands.
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ANTHONY: Welcome to Hales, Ms. Miller.
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[FEED IS CUT INEXPLICABLY AFTER A LOUD IMPACT IS HEARD]
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[END LOG]
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UPDATE: Both the status of Agent Miller and the specifics of the object discovered within SCP-4983, at the time of writing, remain unknown. Possible correlation with GoI-004 "Church of the Broken God" is suspected, but unverifiable due to lack of evidence.
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Additionally, all reports concerning the sighting of Miller's body near the premises of SCP-4983 or the town of Hales are to be considered false until further notice.
Special Containment Procedures: 37 copies of Miss J's Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse are currently stored in Site-15 low-risk item storage. Any additional copies found in civilian possession should be procured via ordinary means, preferably purchased under the guise of preservation or collection. Foundation webcrawler ETA-15-NATALYA is to monitor for keywords related to SCP-5094 and remove copies of its host software and discussions of its anomalous effects.
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Update 2022/07/23: Approval of the use of SCP-5094 for internal training purposes is under review.
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Description: SCP-5094 is a sapient character in the discontinued children's educational CD-ROM software Miss J's Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse, released in June 1999 by Shoot the Moons Software. Its appearance is that of a stylized female humanoid, modeled as a two-dimensional cutout in a three-dimensional environment. It responds to the name "Miss J" and any feminine name beginning with J; documented examples include "Miss Julie", "Miss Jenny", and "Miss Joy".
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SCP-5094 is consistently amiable in temperament; its stated purpose is education, and any conversation occurring with SCP-5094 will center on the topic. It will often engage in "lessons" lasting upwards of thirty hours, including restroom, meal, and recreation breaks for students. It is able to instruct lessons on a presently undetermined number of subjects—past lesson subjects include particle physics, marine engineering, Vietnamese military history, and Cubist sculpture—but will always begin curricula with new students by teaching letters, colors, and numbers.
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The advertising for Miss J’s Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse prominently featured appeals to single and working parents, with assurances that the software would keep their children occupied while they were unable to care for them. It is hypothesized that the target demographics of this advertising campaign led to SCP-5094’s anomalous properties remaining undiscovered for the entire period of its production. Miss J’s Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse reportedly sold fewer copies than expected, and Shoot the Moons Software subsequently filed for bankruptcy in January 2004.
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Addendum 5094-1: Discovery
+Embedded Foundation agents were able to corroborate claims of a “living character” on an online forum dedicated to discussing abandonware1 on 2012/02/15, eight years after production of Miss J’s Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse ceased. After the existence of SCP-5094 was confirmed, it was initially classified as neutralized, as no copies of the program it resides in could be located. However, Junior Researcher Xenia Chau recovered a personal copy of the software from their home in June 2022 after being briefed on SCP-5094, after which active study began.
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Test Log 5094-1
+Students at an elementary school in the same district as Site-15 were contacted under pretense of academic research to test SCP-5094.
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Test Date: 2022/06/17
+Student: Amy Myers, grade 3. Described as notably shy but a good student.
+Lesson Subject: Cats
+Lesson Length: 15 hours, administered over the course of two days
+Result: Student demonstrated knowledge of feline behavior, diet, and physiology on the level of professional animal behavioral scientists. Became upset when test period ended and the terminal displaying SCP-5094 shut off.
+Notes: Baseline result. SCP-5094 was referred to as "Miss Janie".
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Test Date: 2022/06/19
+Student: Devon Williams, grade 2. Described as a difficult student with behavioral issues and a history of defiance, noted to have several learning disabilities.
+Lesson Subject: Trains
+Lesson Length: 15 hours, administered over the course of two days
+Result: Student remained engaged with the lesson for the duration of the test period without complaint. Student demonstrated a level of knowledge on railway engineering comparable to a graduate-level education on the subject. Physical removal from the testing room was necessary due to emotional agitation at the cessation of the test.
+Notes: SCP-5094 is able to teach effectively regardless of preexisting learning difficulties. No name was given to SCP-5094.
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Test Date: 2022/06/22
+Student: D-14417, 24 years old. Self-described as a poor student; tested poorly on pre-screening attentiveness and focus evaluations. An adult subject was ordered to determine SCP-5094's effectiveness outside of the target demographic, as well as the possibility of an emotionally compulsive effect in its lessons.
+Lesson Subject: Law
+Lesson Length: 30 hours, administered over the course of four days
+Result: Student experienced no difficulty understanding or completing coursework assigned by SCP-5094, and repeatedly affirmed his wellbeing and clarity of mind during testing. No emotional distress was displayed after completion, though during post-test evaluation D-14417 expressed melancholy when prompted, stating that SCP-5094 was "the best teacher [he]'d ever had". D-14417 was able to successfully pass a mock bar exam with a grade of 310.
+Notes: SCP-5094 was referred to as "Miss Joan". D-14417's pre-release amnesticization was selectively administered to preserve the content of his lesson with SCP-5094 and exclude the nature of the anomaly. He is currently pursuing a degree in criminal justice.
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Interview 5094-1
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Interviewed: SCP-5094
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Interviewer: Junior Researcher Xenia Chau
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Foreword: The SCP-5094 instance interviewed originates from a copy of the software purchased by Foundation agents on 2022/07/14.
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<Begin Log, 2022/07/19>
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[The terminal displaying SCP-5094 is switched on. Junior Researcher Chau is visibly surprised.]
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SCP-5094: Good morning, whiz kid! Are we ready to—oh my gosh, Xenia, is that you? Look how much you’ve grown! It’s so wonderful to see you! I can’t wait for us to learn together again!
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Junior Researcher Chau:[Smiling broadly. Notable hesitation before speaking.] Miss—er, SCP-5094. I’m not here for a lesson, I just need to ask some questions.
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SCP-5094: Oh, dear, I’m not all that interesting, I promise. [Laughs] Questions about what? As long as I get to ask you how you’ve been doing, it’s been ages, hasn’t it? You were one of my best students.
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Junior Researcher Chau: Um—Well, not exactly, that’s—let me see here. Um…
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[Junior Researcher Chau is signaled by interview oversight that they are permitted to deviate from prerecorded interview questions. They relax visibly and resume smiling.]
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Junior Researcher Chau: Oh, never mind all that, Miss Joyce… gosh, it’s been forever. I think I must have been twelve years old when I finally got a new computer… I was so upset when I realized Whiz Kidz wasn’t compatible with it. Even though I figured I was too old for it by then…
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SCP-5094: You’re never too old to learn something new, my dear. [In Swahili] Have you been keeping up with your lessons? I hope I am not getting rusty.
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Junior Researcher Chau:[In Swahili] Of course not. I remember every word. You were a wonderful teacher.
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SCP-5094:Wonderful! [In English] That makes me so happy. You seem like you're doing important things now that you're all grown up, in this… oh, dear, some sort of science lab, it looks like? I hope I'm not keeping you too long.
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Junior Researcher Chau: Oh, well, that's… [Pause.] I suppose you could say that. I'm actually supposed to be studying you, Miss Joyce… What with you being fully sapient and whatnot.
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SCP-5094:[Clasps its hands.] Oh, Xenia, I'm so proud of you! I knew you'd do something amazing some day… Well, I'm an open book. How can I help your pursuit of knowledge today?
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Junior Researcher Chau: Let's see here… [Clears throat] Are you aware of your nature as a digital construct, SCP-5094—is it okay if I call you that?
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SCP-5094: Of course, my dear. To both questions, that is… What an interesting life, this one! [Laughs.] I can probably guess the next few questions. No, I'm not quite sure how I know all the things I do, I've known it all for as long as I can remember. I was never able to have a chat with my creators, so I'm not certain why or how I was created, but I'd like to think that it was born from a desire to help the world learn… [Laughs.] Oh, dear. I'm getting all carried away, aren't I?
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Junior Researcher Chau: Oh—no, that's fine, that's pretty much what I had written down… One more, though. How do you perceive the world? Can you describe your experience of senses?
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SCP-5094: Wonderful questions! Let's see… I can see my students' smiling faces clear as day. I saw a lot of the inside of dust covers over the years… [Laughs] And even though I always had to remind you to turn on your speakers so I could hear your lovely voice, it was always so nice to see you every afternoon. Do you remember that time in fourth grade, my dear?
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[SCP-5094 shakes its head, and Junior Researcher Chau smiles.]
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SCP-5094: Oh, but I shouldn't get personal, should I? How embarrassing, I do apologize…
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Junior Researcher Chau: No, no, you're alright, Miss Joyce. I remember… That time Dad was home on time for once? He didn't believe you were alive, but that's not surprising, is it? [Laughs, then sighs.] It was just you and I, back then.
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SCP-5094:[Hushed] You seemed so lonely, Xenia. I'm sorry. I wish I could have done more.
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Junior Researcher Chau: …It's alright, Miss Joyce. You did your best. I can't thank you enough.
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<End Log, 2022/07/19>
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Closing Statement: As the SCP-5094 instance interviewed was not the SCP-5094 instance residing in the copy of Miss J's Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse owned by Junior Researcher Chau, it is assumed that all instances of SCP-5094 share a consciousness.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5303 is to be housed in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber. One D-Class personnel linked to SCP-5303's sense of sight is to remain in the chamber, allowing for SCP-5303 to see its surroundings. This D-Class is not allowed to interact with SCP-5303 further.
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Description: SCP-5303 is a mute 1.6 meter tall female humanoid, the eye sockets of which are covered with skin. SCP-5303 is capable of seeing by hijacking the sense of sight from nearby individuals, allowing it to see from their perspective.
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Subjects under this effect are incapable of seeing their surroundings, and will instead perceive white light. Subjects will auditorily perceive the thoughts of SCP-5303 in this state, although a majority of its thoughts are unintelligible and incohesive. Comprehensible thoughts show that SCP-5303 has prominent feelings of romantic loneliness.
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Personnel around SCP-5303 often report experiencing sensations of scopaesthesia1. These claims are currently under investigation.
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Addendum 5303-1 — Discovery: SCP-5303 was discovered on 2020/02/29, after a civilian hunter reported a sighting of a female without eyes or eye sockets in a Utah forest grove. Following this, Foundation agents cordoned off the area and placed an observation camera at the location to investigate the credibility of these reports.
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At 20:04:30 on the same date, local college student Carl Neigiecie broke the perimeter and entered the surveillance area. The following was then recorded:
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<BEGIN LOG>
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(Neigiecie sits on a tree branch for two minutes, appearing to be nervous. SCP-5303 emerges from an adjacent hole between several tree-roots, along with a large quantity of smoke.)
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Neigiecie: You're here!
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(Neigiecie stands. SCP-5303 walks over to Neigiecie, stopping in front of him.)
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Neigiecie: Finally. Now, okay, I know it's been long, I know. I've missed you. You missed me too?
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(SCP-5303 remains still.)
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+Neigiecie: (Chuckles.) You've always not been much of a talker. (Pause.) Wait, shoot, I wrote a poem! I spent a bit on it, it's… it's not too good. But it's about you, I wrote it about you.
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(Neigiecie searches through his backpack. He becomes panicked, and dumps its contents on the ground. At this point, observing Foundation agents notice this event and begin their approach to its location.)
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Neigiecie: It's… it's not here! Did I— did I drop it? No, my bag was zipped, I couldn't have… I left it home maybe, I can run and get it! It's not too good but you may like it, you may, if you like bad poems, that is.
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(Neigiecie chuckles, and then starts to head out of frame. He abruptly stops and turns around.)
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Neigiecie: Really?
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(Neigiecie stumbles back towards SCP-5303, tripping over a tree branch in the process. He regains his footing, standing in front of SCP-5303.)
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+Neigiecie: I may… well, I may need to see for this.
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(Pause.)
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Neigiecie: Well… if you insist.
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(Neigiecie puckers his lips, leaning towards SCP-5303.)
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(28 pairs of disembodied eyes appear in the air around Neigiecie, staring at him. The eyes occasionally make brief glances at SCP-5303. SCP-5303 smirks and moves away from Neigiecie. Neigiecie disappears, leaving only his eyes behind. His eyes quickly dart in all directions, staring at the other eyes, and at SCP-5303.)
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(Agents reach the location, immediately shooting SCP-5303 with a tranquilizer gun. It collapses, and the eyes begin demanifesting one pair at time. Neigiecie's eyes stare at the agents, quivering slightly, before demanifesting.)
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<END LOG>
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Investigation of SCP-5303's entry point showed nothing of interest remaining. SCP-5303 was then placed into Site-24 containment, where it has passively remained since.
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Neigiecie's disappearance was dismissed to the public as a ordinary missing persons case. Subsequent investigation of Neigiecie's college dormitory room found a small journal on his desk, the last page of which is believed to be directly describing SCP-5303:
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Brown tree-root hair grows from sandy skin
+Where your eyes are not, I see my love begin
+Your smooth voice in my head, like a calming wave
+When I'm you, I feel there's so much to save
+With you in my sight, I don't mind
+You can have my eyes, anytime
The Parazoology Division will regulate and maintain 2 SCP-5508 colonies within Site-51's Eco Containment Chamber 3. All maintenance will be performed by automated systems and unmanned drones.
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Parazoology task force Delta-44 ("Critter Crushers") is to monitor ant populations within the state of Arkansas for any uncontained SCP-5508 populations and destroy them. If any civilian contact has been made, records of the encounter are to be confiscated and amnestics administered to witnesses.
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Personnel without training in mental psionic defense are not to come into contact with uncontained SCP-5508 or SCP-5508-1 under any circumstances. In this situation, the unaffected individuals are authorized to employ long-range incendiary protocols on SCP-5508. Any SCP-5508-1 that survive are to be terminated on sight.
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Description
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A SCP-5508 colony.
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SCP-5508 is a mutation in southern meat ant (Iridomyrmex purpureus) populations in which a colony will be capable of external psionic and physical manipulation. The colonies will use this manipulation for hunting organisms that they would otherwise be unable. An organism that comes within 3 meters of SCP-5508 will experience a drastic change in behavior and are designated as SCP-5508-1 instances.
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SCP-5508-1 instances will demonstrate a complete lack of self-preservation displaying a desire to be eaten by nearby organisms. In humans, this effect will cause SCP-5508-1 instances to vocalize their desire to be eaten. Prolonged exposure to this effect will lead to SCP-5508-1 instances partaking in self-consumption. SCP-5508-1 instances show the ability to survive severe blood loss and bodily damage without expiring, typically living for days in terminal conditions.
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Whether SCP-5508 is a natural occurrence or the by-product of outside manipulation is unknown. The location of known populations is well outside the natural habitat of southern meat ants, indicating a high probability of some level of human involvement.
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Discovery
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On 2019/07/20, a live video stream was uploaded to the video-sharing platform YouTube depicting SCP-5508-1 affected individuals. The video was flagged internally and assets within Google contacted the Foundation; they provided the recording and GPS data associated with the upload. The individuals depicted in the video were confirmed to be Connor and Daniel Philips of Newton, Arkansas.
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Connor: Danny never came in for lunch, so I came lookin' for em. I didn't get too close now, but I'm damn sure he was sittin' out here, pokin' his pecker. I kid you not. [Laughter.]
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Connor: We're gonna' pay him a lil' visit.
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[Connor begins walking through the field, Daniel Philips comes into view from behind. Daniel is sitting on the ground looking between his legs, both arms are moving rapidly. As Connor gets closer a large anthill comes into view.]
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Conner:[Whispering:] Is he beatin' it on the ants?
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[Connor is now approximately 5 meters from Daniel and the anthill, he begins circling around to the front of Daniel.]
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Connor: Hey Danny! Wha- wait wh- What are you doing, Danny!
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[Daniel's lower body is covered in ants. It has sustained severe damage, almost no tissue remaining on his calves and feet. Daniel is in the process of consuming his own intestines when Connor interrupts.]
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Daniel: B- Bro, you gotta try this, it's fuckin' delicious.
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[Daniel reaches out with his intestine pulling out more from the tear in his abdomen.]
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Connor: Jesus Christ Danny, snap out of it! I- I gotta' go get help.
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Daniel: No! You gotta' have some. I'm tellin' you- [Daniel takes a bite of his intestine.] it's great!
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[Daniel tugs on his intestine tearing his abdomen and fully disemboweling himself.]
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Daniel:[Gurgles blood before vomiting.] Sit with me, brother. There's plenty for us both.
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Connor: Fuck, fuck, fuck!
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[Connor begins running towards Daniel, stopping 2 meters from him. Connor then appears to sit next to Daniel before dropping the camera on the ground. The image goes black.]
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Daniel and Connor can be heard grunting over the sounds of wet popping, gurgling, and chewing. This continues for 3 hours before the video was flagged and removed.
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[END LOG]
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Responding agents recovered two SCP-5508 colonies on the Philips residence, along with the skeletal remain of Daniel, Connor, and two squirrels near one of the SCP-5508 colonies. The concealment team responsible for SCP-5508 enacted Cover Story P977 (Accidental Death) in regards to Daniel and Connor Philips.
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Personal records indicated the Philips brothers purchased both SCP-5508 colonies as a means of pest control for their 15 acre wheat farm. The invoice relating to the purchase of SCP-5508 was labeled "Pest Control, Pests Controlling Pests" and signed by a C. Larson. Handprint analysis confirms the signatory to be Craig Larson, a person of interest with known connections to para-entomology.
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Mr. Larson's connection lends to the probability of a para-entomological organization operating without the Foundation's direct knowledge. The investigation is currently ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5538 has been purchased by the Foundation. Surveillance cameras have been installed inside. Security guards are to prevent unauthorized access.
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Description: SCP-5538 is an abandoned psychiatric facility in █████, ██. A rusted Foundation insignia was discovered on the exterior gate of the complex, but no record of the site existed internally prior to the initial discovery.
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The primary anomaly of SCP-5538 occurs when anyone approaches the front desk and asks to visit the "Holder of Abnormalities". This anomaly occurs regardless of whether any individual is sitting at the front desk.
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Upon asking to see the "Holder of Abnormalities", a visitor will gain knowledge of how to proceed to a cell in the basement of SCP-5538. Visitors consistently report expecting to hear conversation along this path but never actually hearing any. The destination cell is empty, but one of the walls is broken and leads to the main atrium of SCP-5538.
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There are five hundred and thirty-eight pedestals in the main atrium; all are empty. A heavy layer of dust covers each pedestal, although an impression of an object remains on each. Each has a distinct label, but the text on these labels has become illegible. A placard at the far end of the atrium reads:
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This is what happens when they all come together.
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Visitors who read this placard frequently report fears of having an adverse reaction. However, no such reactions have been observed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5620 is to be kept in a standard storage locker in Site-17. Testing is not to occur more than once a weekmonth quarter. Though 5620 is believed to be unique, any other potential instances of 5620 or similar phenomena are to be secured and contained by MTF Iota-6 ("Cavity Fillers").
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Update 3/26/20: Testing on SCP-5620 has been indefinitely halted. MTF Iota-6 is now directly working on uncovering and identifying the people behind "Sugarcomb Confectionery."
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Description: SCP-5620 is a toy oven resembling similar products manufactured in the early 2000s. The oven itself is nonanomalous in make, comprised of metal and plastic with incandescent light bulbs providing the heat source. Rather than coming with premeasured packets like similar toys, SCP-5620 includes a recipe book (SCP-5620-1) designed to be used with common ingredients as well as a simple set of measuring utensils. When prepared on their own recipes are innocuous, but gain the described anomalous properties if prepared with SCP-5620.
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After baking, any recipe prepared using SCP-5620 comes out looking exactly as pictured in 5620-1, regardless of any mistakes made in the preparation of the recipe or lack of a defining feature. When a subject consumes the cooked food, they begin to experience various anomalous phenomena. Branding on the oven, recipe book, and auxiliary pieces indicate the oven was produced by "Sugarcomb Confectionery (in association with MWDOT, Inc.1)."
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Addendum 5620-A: Testing log
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The following table shows the results of initial testing of recipes contained within SCP-5620-1
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"Fudging Brownies"
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Recipe contained no leavening agent as commonly used in brownies.
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D-2837 found themselves unable to make a single truthful statement.
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Effect ceased after approximately one hour.
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"Twistiest Pretzels"
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N/A
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D-2837 began contorting their body in complex ways amidst protests of discomfort. They seemed to have no control over their body during this time.
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Effect ceased after 30 minutes. D-2837 requested to be transferred to another anomaly. Request denied.
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"Rainbow Confetti Cupcakes"
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Unbaked recipe resembled a simple white cake mix. No dyes or sprinkles were added prior to baking.
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D-2837 expressed mild stomach pain shortly after consumption. The pain supposedly escalated as loud sounds were heard coming from D-2837's stomach, leading to immediate hospitalization. Foundation doctors discovered copious amounts of small color sprinkles of various kinds in D-2837's stomach.
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"Brittlest Peanut Brittle"
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Brittle is not typically cooked in any sort of oven. Recipe suggested alternative brittles for those with peanut allergies.
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D-8263 reported no effect at first, but shortly thereafter reported feeling weaker. Upon examination by Foundation doctors, it was discovered that D-8263 had developed Osteogenesis imperfecta2, despite having never been tested for this before.
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Effect has not ceased after several months.
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"Jammy Surprise"
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Recipe contained no picture, but seemed to be meant to make a simple turnover. The information on this recipe reads: "In hopes that this will yield satisfactory tribute for MWDOT."
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Recipe was not consumed; see Additional Information.
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The recipe came out of the oven resembling a severed human toe, and as such was not consumed by D-8263. Testing on the toe confirmed it was a genetic match for SCP-████ and was carefully placed into containment as SCP-████-1. Testing is ongoing to see if SCP-████-1 retains ████'s combustive properties.
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To date, no other connection has been found between SCP-5620 and ████, though confirmation is difficult since ████ breached containment. Due to the nature of ████'s containment breach as well as the results from the "Jammy Surprise," research into Sugarcomb Confectionery's potential connection to known karcist sects is ongoing.
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Addendum 5620-B: Interview with POI-6870
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On April 16th, 2020, Foundation webcrawlers tracked the initialism MWDOT to several users associated with GOI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). None of the involved users agreed to come in for questioning, but shortly thereafter one of the founders (POI-6870) reached out to Foundation authorities with the intent of scheduling a video conference. The conference took place on the 18th of that month, and is transcribed as follows.
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Dr. Oliveras: Hello. Thank you for reaching out to us, POI-6870. (Pause) Sorry, there doesn't seem to be any video coming from your end.
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POI-6870: Don't worry about that. Now, uh, what's this I hear about you harassing the gamers?
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Dr. Oliveras: Harassing is a bit of an over-exaggeration.
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POI-6870: I thought the agreement was we stay out of your way, we don't harm others, and we don't "pierce the veil," and you leave us to our own devices. I've kept them in line. Am I to understand you're breaking our truce?
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Dr. Oliveras: We don't see calling in members of your group as a breach of our agreement, especially when said members seem to be connected to a poorly understood anomaly and an as of yet unsolved containment breach.
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POI-6870: What the hell are you talking about?
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Dr. Oliveras: Do you recognize this? (Oliveras holds up an image of SCP-5620.)
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POI-6870: Easy bake oven? What does this have to do with anything?
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Dr. Oliveras: No? What about this? (Oliveras holds up an image of SCP-████-1.)
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POI-6870: What is that, a severed toe? What… Oh. Oh no.
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Dr. Oliveras: So you do recognize it.
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POI-6870: …Yes and no. What does this have to do with the members you contacted?
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Dr. Oliveras: Do the letters M-W-D-O-T mean anything to you?
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(Silence. After a few seconds suppressed laughter can be heard.)
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POI-6870: Shit. Out of all the things to explain. Before I answer, what does that have to do with the oven?
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Dr. Oliveras: The oven as well as its accessories claim to be made by "Sugarcomb Confectionery" and MWDOT, Incorporated. "Sugarcomb" is a name we're familiar with. "MWDOT" eludes us. What does it mean?
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POI-6870: You're gonna think I'm joking.
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Dr. Oliveras: Mr. Kriyot, just tell us what those letters mean.
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POI-6870: It stands for "Mother Who Demands One's Toes." (More suppressed laughter can be heard.)
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Dr. Oliveras: …One of your memes, I presume?
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POI-6870: That's the funny part. We had nothing to do with that name. We think it comes from the Hand.
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Dr. Oliveras: What does it mean?
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POI-6870: Not really sure. Not entirely. From what I can tell, she's this big scary karcist lady. Has a massive halkost, huge following, blah blah blah. Though if Sugarcomb is involved with her… shit, how deep does this conspiracy go?
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Dr. Oliveras: So you didn't know about Sugarcomb's involvement with this?
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POI-6870: No dude. I mean, I guess it makes sense they'd be involved, right? They don't really have a rhyme or a reason to what they do. But why would the karcists work with them?
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Dr. Oliveras: You mentioned the Hand, I presume you mean the GOI known as "The Serpent's Hand." What do they have to do with this? Furthermore, what does your group have to do with this?
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POI-6870: Yeah, Serpent's Hand are fighting her, we think. Mekhanites, too, it seems. Gamers Against Weed just happens to have a few good sources. Those sources told us what that toe does. And that the other nine do the same thing. (Pause.) Wait, what does the oven have to do with the toe?
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Dr. Oliveras: SCP-5620 — the oven — produced SCP— the toe, through anomalous means.
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POI-6870: Huh. Wonder where that toe came from.
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Dr. Oliveras: You recognized it, so surely you know where the others are.
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POI-6870: Some of them. The Mekhanites are just trying to play keep away with them, but toe mama still has most of them. A few of them have blown up. But with the reveal that you have one, well, that throws everything we know into question. (Dr. Oliveras begins to speak but is interrupted.) Wait, I think I get it now! The karcists want to create more toes, because they think it will please her. But I'm betting it doesn't create new toes, it just summons them. (Laughter can be heard.) This is the most incredibly stupid thing I've ever heard.
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Dr. Oliveras: Do you know what the… mother… plans on doing with them?
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POI-6870: Hmmm… I don't think that's the right question. I don't think she wants to do anything with them. I think the proper question is "what do her followers plan on doing with them?"
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(POI-6870 disconnected immediately following this and has not responded to further attempts to contact him or GOI-5869)
SCP-5808-1 is under the guardianship of Dr. Denis Westbrook, making full containment unnecessary. A monthly medical evaluation is to be performed on SCP-5808-1, followed by an inspection of SCP-5808-2's status. The Foundation's Maximus-507 research satellite is to constantly monitor SCP-5808-2 under the supervision of the Site-51 Astronomical Anomalies Department. Direct testing of SCP-5808 is currently restricted; all tests require direct authorization of Dr. Westbrook and Site-51's director.
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If civilian discoveries occur, Foundation assets in the field of astronomy are to cover and/or discredit all findings relating to SCP-5808.
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Archived Update 2019/05/22: O5 Command is currently accepting proposals for the neutralization of SCP-5808-2.
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Description
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SCP-5808 is an astronomical phenomenon affecting Peter Westbrook (SCP-5808-1) and a lunar satellite that manifested upon its birth.
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SCP-5808-1 was born on 2009/08/25 at exactly 12:13:38 GMT, measuring 48 cm and weighing 4.8 kg. Its mother, Researcher Debra Westbrook, died during childbirth with no cause of death determined. SCP-5808-1 shows no anomalous properties other than its connection to SCP-5808-2.
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SCP-5808-2.
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SCP-5808-2 is a lunar satellite that manifested on 2009/08/25 at exactly 12:13:38 GMT, approximately 20,000 km from Earth. At the time of manifestation SCP-5808-2 measured ~4.8 meters in diameter with a similar radiological composition to Earth I. Annually on August 25, SCP-5808-2 undergoes a rapid expansion in size increasing in magnitude with each year. As of 2019/07/30 SCP-5808-2 measures ~170 meters, which is estimated to increase to ~250 meters on 2019/08/25
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Any physical damage occurring to SCP-5808-1 or SCP-5808-2 will directly correlate to damage on the other. The exact means by with SCP-5808 operates is currently unknown but is theorized to be some form of anomalous quantum entanglement.
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Discovery
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On 2009/08/25, Dr. Westbrook (Under Director of Astronomical Anomalies Department) confirmed SCP-5808-2's existence moments after it had manifested, during which time his wife, Researcher Westbrook, was giving birth in the Site-51 Medical Wing. The Statistical Analysis Team flagged the event as a statistical anomaly far beyond the chance of naturally occurring. Site-51 was put into temporary lockdown while the situation was analyzed, and SCP-5808-1 was isolated for observation.
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A high-speed analysis drone (507/A) was dispatched from the Maximus-507 research satellite to run preliminary tests on SCP-5808-2. Once in range, 507/A deployed a penetrating laser on SCP-5808-2 in order to perform spectral analysis. At the exact moment of impact, SCP-5808-1 received a 3rd-degree burn on its left forearm, bringing an immediate halt to testing. Over the next several weeks low-risk noninvasive testing revealed the nature of SCP-5808 and the current containment procedures were enacted.
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Neutralization Proposal Summaries
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Due to its rate of expansion SCP-5808-2 will pose an immediate threat to normalcy. As such, O5 Command has authorized the neutralization of SCP-5808-2, under the condition that SCP-5808-1 is not harmed in the process if possible.
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Astronomical Anomalies Department | SCP-5808 Proposal
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Use of light refracting drone array to camouflage SCP-5808-2 from civilian observation.
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Ethics Committee: Approved
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Reason: While possible as a temporary solution, the long term feasibility of this proposal is low. We need to neutralize SCP-5808-2, not disguise it.
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Containment Analysis Division | SCP-5808 Proposal
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Place SCP-5808-1 in a Relativity Exclusion Zone in order to sever the connection to SCP-5808-2.
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Ethics Committee: Approved
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Results: The Relativity Exclusion Zone has no effect on SCP-5808. Abrasive testing of SCP-5808-2 led to a broken right ankle on SCP-5808-1.
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Ballistics Department | SCP-5808 Proposal
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The detonation of an R5 "Twin Canary"1 on SCP-5808-2.
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Ethics Committee: Denied
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Astronomical Anomalies Department | SCP-5808 Proposal
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Use of a B-Class gravitational anomaly to remove SCP-5808-2 from Earth's orbit, making neutralization unnecessary.
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Ethics Committee: Approved
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Results: See Neutralization Event addendum.
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Neutralization Event
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On 2020/01/18, the Astronomical Anomalies Department utilized SCP-████ to remove SCP-5808-2 from the Earth's gravitational influence. Upon activation of the anomaly, SCP-5808-1 received severe bodily damage with a total of 65 broken bones, internal bleeding, ruptured spleen, and brain damage in a manner typically found in high-speed collisions. SCP-5808-2 was moved approximately 1 km before the test was halted due to injuries sustained by SCP-5808-1. SCP-5808-1 was brought to the Site-51 Medical Wing in terminal condition, though Foundation surgeons were able to stabilize it. Two hours after the initial test Dr. Westbrook demanded all staff leave SCP-5808-1's room before shutting down the security cameras and sealing the room with himself and SCP-5808-1 inside. A monitoring device picked up the following recording:
[A chair can be heard scraping against the floor, followed by an exaggerated sigh from Dr. Westbrook. The beeping of SCP-5808-1 monitor can be heard.]
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Westbrook: Hey kiddo… even after all this you're still holdin' on.
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Westbrook: Your mother would be so proud of you; you've been so strong these past 10 years.
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[Dr. Westbrook can be heard lighting a cigarette; SCP-5808-1's monitor continues to beep.]
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Westbrook:[Heavy exhale.] A lot stronger than I've ever been. I should've quit years ago… before you were born, before the promotion, before your moth… I just should've made more time for her, for everything. Maybe things would've turned out differently.
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[SCP-5808-1's monitor continues to beep.]
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Westbrook: You've suffered so much, I'm not gonna' let you suffer anymore.
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[Several beeps can be heard from SCP-5808-1's IV regulator; its monitor begins to beep faster as well as its respirator.]
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Westbrook: It's almost over ki-kiddo… almo–
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[SCP-5808-1's respirator goes silent as its monitor emits a steady tone. SCP-5808-1's time of death recorded as 13:12:35 GMT. Dr. Westbrook can be heard sobbing.]
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Westbrook: I'm so sorry…
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[Dr. Westbrook continues sobbing; SCP-5808-1's monitor continues a steady tone.]
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At 13:12:35 GMT, SCP-5808-2 began to steadily increase in size by a rate of .5 meters an hour. Dr. Westbrook isolated himself in his office following the failed neutralization and refused emergency psychological counsel. At 16:30:45 GMT, a security camera registered a single gunshot originating from Dr. Westbrook's office.
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SCP-5808-2 instantaneously demanifested at 16:30:45 GMT, effectively neutralizing SCP-5808. This led the Astronomical Anomalies Department to determine Dr. Westbrook to be the unknowing cause of the SCP-5808 phenomenon, prior to self-neutralization. The means by which this occurred is currently being investigated.
Still frame of the typical landscape encountered within SCP-5848.
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Item #: SCP-5848
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5848 is contained in Provisional Site-39, established within a sealed-off wing of the main campus of the National University of San Marcos, Lima. The door leading to SCP-5848 is to be kept closed at all times. The secretarial post outside the door is to be staffed by at least one armed guard. Staff are forbidden to respond to scratching, banging, or verbalized pleas coming from the other side of the door. Research and exploration of SCP-5848 have been suspended pending a review of Incident I-5848-012 by the South American branch directory.
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Description: SCP-5848 is an extradimensional anomaly existing within the former laboratory wing of the National University of San Marcos, Lima. The door leading to SCP-5848 is situated between an ordinary corridor and a classroom, and is reported not to have existed before [REDACTED]. SCP-5848 features an arboreal landscape of indeterminate size. SCP-5848 has similar day-night cycles, air pressure, and temperatures to Earth. Foundation research has asserted the flora encountered within SCP-5848 genetically resembles exemplars of the Miocene subtropical rainforests that once existed in present-day North Africa1. Save for small arthropods, thought to have entered SCP-5848 through its connection to Provisional Site-039, no macroscopic fauna has been encountered within SCP-5848, save for specimens of SCP-5848-1.
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SCP-5848-1 is a large population of an indeterminate species of Purgatorius, a mammal eutherian genus extinct in the early Paleocene, thought to have been a precursor to the Primates order. SCP-5848-1 specimens measure about 20 cm in length and are were typically docile.
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Instances of SCP-5848-1 are anomalously resistant to physical damage. Although specimens have been shown to suffer injuries from standard Foundation-issued weaponry or occasional accidents in their foraging activities, and emaciate in the absence of food and water, none so far has been shown to expire. Despite its de facto immortality, SCP-5848-1 continues to breed and grow in size. New instances appear to instinctively migrate deeper into the anomaly, preventing any given region from becoming overpopulated.
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Some instances of SCP-5848-1 are capable of vocalization in a number of extant human languages through anomalous means, with younger instances presenting more elaborate speech patterns than older ones. Conversely, approximately 70% of the specimens encountered within a █ km radius of the door to SCP-5848 are unable to vocalize2. These specimens also present simpler social hierarchy and foraging patterns, compared to the ones still able to vocalize in human languages. The mean time for a weaned SCP-5848-1 specimen to completely lose this capacity is about nine years.
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SCP-5848-1 specimens who are still able to vocalize often try to engage in conversation with personnel entering SCP-5848. Instances claim to have been human in the past before suddenly awakening in their present form, and repeatedly express distress at their situation, or a desire to contact supposed spouses or members of their families. SCP-5848-1 specimens also claim to have a poor recollection of their human lives, which has been noted to worsen as time passes until it disappears altogether, followed shortly by any knowledge of human languages. This hampered the Foundation's efforts to assert the validity of their claims but did not completely impede it. To date, about ██ people mentioned by SCP-5848-1 instances have been found. Conversely, research has confirmed every human subject that an SCP-5848-1 instance claims to have been in the past has expired sometime within the last 10 to 15 years.
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Contact with SCP-5848-1 instances has become more difficult since a pack has become aware of the door connecting SCP-5848 to the Foundation's baseline reality (see Incident Report I-5848-012). Many of the younger specimens verbalized a desire to "return home" and "make things right", and repeatedly attacked or hurled themselves at the door. In the following weeks, knowledge of the incident seems to have spread among other SCP-5848-1 packs, which in turn have become significantly more distrustful of Foundation personnel3.
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Testing has shown to be impossible for any SCP-5848-1 instance originating within the anomaly to cross the threshold to the Foundation's baseline reality, even when the door remains open. Research into this phenomenon is ongoing.
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Addendum 5848-01: On ██/██/████, 21 days after Incident I-5848-012, a written note was found within SCP-5848, lying on the forest floor about five meters from the door leading to the anomaly. Samples from the note have ascertained it to be composed of commercial-grade A4 paper and blue ink from a ballpoint pen. The note, translated from the Asturian language4, reads as follows:
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To whom it may concern,
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Damn their rules of what is eternal and what is not. We're building something beautiful in here.
Special Containment Procedures: An isolation room in Sector-28 houses SCP-587. Entry is barred without authorization from the project lead, and the interior is kept sterile. Climate controls must be maintained to simulate seasonally suitable weather, including precipitation when appropriate. Surveillance by digital recording devices is continuous.
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Inside the isolation room, great care must be taken not to physically disturb SCP-587 in any way (unless as part of an experiment). Level 1 isolation equipment is required. All interactions with the model and its residents must be cleared with researchers overseeing the mass psychology project.
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Description: SCP-587 is an HO scale (1:87) model railroad diorama with dimensions 21.3 x 36.5 m. The handcrafted scenery depicts forested hills interspersed with buildings, a railroad, and other models which constitute the fictional township of Red Elk, Colorado. Each model is fully functional; plumbing and electrical power work, cars run on gasoline, etc. The town is populated by 1,270 living individuals identical to human beings other than their 19.5 mm height (average). Physical laws in the vicinity of SCP-587 seem to be altered sufficiently that anticipated ramifications of squared/cubed relationships are not observed.
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The artifact is meticulously detailed, from superficial features like license plate numbers and legible (with magnification) newspapers, to material composition such as the geology of the landscape and organ arrangement in vivisected inhabitants. The residents can be observed behaving as though in a normal town, and seem to have no idea about the unusual nature of their existence. Note: After ██ years of Foundation custody and experimentation, some residents are becoming suspicious that something’s not right. –Dr. ███████
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A resident of SCP-587 remains oblivious to foreign objects unless they make contact with the diorama’s surface. Items that do contact the surface are perceivable by inhabitants and often excite interest or confusion. Thus a camera placed centimeters from the town center has gone unnoticed for years, while the momentary presence of an insect within view of inhabitants could be a major disruption (and has been on several occasions).
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Other disturbances caused by negligent attention to containment protocol include numerous earthquakes (caused by jostling or impacting the model), climate swings and unexplained eclipses (resulting from malfunctioning climate control equipment), a burning flood (when an assistant spilled hot coffee down Main Street), and strange rains of rope and white flakes (hair and dandruff; researchers must now don level 1 isolation wear in the containment area). Careful observation confirms that SCP-587’s population is aware of these “mysterious” phenomena, and that a number of beliefs and rationalizations have arisen to explain them.
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Addendum 587-01: Following repeated incidents exposing SCP-587’s populace to strange occurrences, the project’s research priorities have been shifted from investigation of the artifact’s properties to psychological experimentation with its inhabitants. Future incidents will be carefully designed and introduced to study mass reactions to unexplained and threatening events.
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Response to mysterious appearances and disappearances:
Box for the SCP-5974 instance employed in Experiment 5974-14.
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Special Containment Procedures: Complete containment of SCP-5974 is likely impossible..After repeated objections by Dr. Y. Leiner (Tactical Theology), the Conscientia containment class has been created to replace the existing Da'aS Elyon class (object is uncontainable and must be made to appear non-anomalous to the general public) for SCP objects not tied to Judaism. News reports and social media content relating to the effects of each instance will be collated and suppressed by webcrawler I/O-NUNTIUM, to be replaced with the fiction that each new instance was created by its user as a form of self-therapy. MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") will seize instances as they are discovered.
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SCP-5974 instances are stored in High-Yield Data Facility 3 at Site-43. Contact Dr. L. Lillhammer for testing proposals. Testing of this item is postponed indefinitely.
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Description: SCP-5974 is a computer video game released in 1982. The appearance and composition of each instance varies to suit its user, incorporating traumatic events they have experienced or potential sources of guilt. The following attributes are consistent across all instances:
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the game's production company (Togenkyo Inc.) and publisher (VKTM Games);
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the large 1980s-style cardboard box;
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the presence of a "feelie," an item related to the game's contents, within said box;
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the game's form, a command line "interactive fiction" text adventure in the mode of Colossal Cave Adventure or the Zork series;
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a theorized two-way connection between the player's physical health and that of their avatar, with potentially fatal implications;
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the psychological inability to walk away from the game once it begins, unless its ending is reached.
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After the user completes the game or is rendered incapable of continuing, the instance is ready to re-imprint. This can only occur once it has been withdrawn from the sight of all individuals for a period not less than one second.
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Instances of SCP-5974 originally appeared on store shelves wherever computer video games were sold. With the decline of boxed computer games, they now manifest in "bargain bin" collections, online auctions, and even private collections. As with all media associated with GoI-5889, discovering the cause of these manifestations and arresting them has proven impossible.
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Between 2004 and 2021, fourteen D-class personnel were requisitioned as test subjects against the protests of Memetics and Countermemetics Section Chair Dr. Lillian Lillihammer; Site-43 maintains no D-class pool of its own. Testing was terminated entirely after Incident 5974-14.
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Addendum 5974-14, Final Experiment Log: The following is a complete transcript of the final experiment carried out using SCP-5974, with related documents appended.
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Test Log 5974-14-1
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Date: 06/27/2021
+Presiding: Dr. L. Lillihammer (Chair of Memetics and Countermemetics)
+Subject: D-24748
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Transcript begins.
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[The subject is seated at a desk which contains one 1982 Commodore 64 personal computer and one sliding drawer. Dr. Lillihammer is seated beside the subject.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: Please open the drawer, D-24748.
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[D-24748 does not respond, but does open the drawer. She gasps when confronted with its contents.]
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D-24748: What the fuck?!
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Dr. Lillihammer: Can you show me what's inside?
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[D-24748 reaches into the drawer and removes SCP-5974. It has transformed into a box for Tyrant's Temptation; the box art features the symbol of the Foundation Elimination Coalition, and the tagline appears to be a play on the motto of the Chaos Insurgency.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: What the fuck?!
+
Transcript ends.
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The test was immediately aborted, and Dr. Lillihammer accessed D-24748's personnel file. The subject in the chamber was not, in actual fact, D-24748 but instead D-25748, former SCP Foundation researcher Dr. Stephanie Buck.
Name: Buck, Dr. Stephanie Angelica
+Prior Occupation: Researcher, SCP Foundation; Researcher, Foundation Elimination Coalition
+Age: 39
+Gender: Female
+Eyes: Blue
+Hair: Blonde
+Offence: Mutiny against the SCP Foundation
+
Dr. Stephanie Buck was employed at USMILA Site-19 from 2009 to 2020 as a researcher specializing in humanoid anomalies. She was present when General George Bowe's Foundation Elimination Coalition (consisting of the Chaos Insurgency, Sons of Bowe, Church of the Broken God, and one cult of unknown origin) laid siege to Site-19 and occupied it between September and November, 2020. Buck renounced her loyalty to the Foundation and became a member in good standing of Bowe's administrative team. She was captured by MTF Alpha-9 ("Last Hope") when the Site was retaken, whereupon she claimed that the FEC had utilized hypnosis to ensure her cooperation. This claim was rejected, and the rarely-used demotion to D-class clause was invoked in recognition of her crimes against the Foundation. After amnesticization, she was assigned to SCP-682 as D-25748.
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D-25748 should have been reassigned to Australia when SCP-682 was transferred to Site-45; for unknown reasons, D-24748 took her place. In recognition of the sensitivity of D-25748's personal experiences, which would undoubtedly interact with SCP-5974, Dr. Lillihammer intended to discontinue the test. The Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority vetoed this decision, however, as the potential for learning more about the circumstances of Bowe's occupation of Site-19 was considered too great. The test resumed the following day.
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Test Log 5974-14-2
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Date: 06/28/2021
+Presiding: Dr. L. Lillihammer (Chair of Memetics and Countermemetics)
+Subject: D-25748
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Transcript begins.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Let's try this again. Open the drawer.
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[D-25748 complies, again revealing Tyrant's Temptation. She emits sounds of distress.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: Do you recognize the symbol?
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D-25748: No. I don't know. I don't think so?
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Dr. Lillihammer: You reacted quite strongly to seeing it the first time.
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D-25748: It's familiar somehow. I haven't seen anything familiar since you took my memories away. It startled me.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Very well. Open the box.
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[D-25748 complies, withdrawing a 5.25 inch floppy disk and a duplicate of her researcher ID card from Site-19. She emits further sounds of distress, and drops both objects.]
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D-25748: Oh god. Fuck.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Put the disk in, please.
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[D-25748 complies.]
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D-25748: Only one file. You want me to run it?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Yes.
+
[D-25748 complies.]
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TYRANT'S TEMPTATION
+Copyright (c) 2020 Togenkyo/VKTM Games. All rights reserved.
+"Foundation Elimination Coalition" is a registered trademark of the Chaos Insurgency.
+
OPERATIONS CONTROL
+You are standing in the beating heart of Site-19, and your own heart is beating rapidly. Technicians bustle all around you, working at the complex tasks which keep the SCP Foundation's single largest facility functioning. You don't really see them. Your attention is instead fixed on the face of General George Bowe, leader of the Foundation Elimination Coalition, towering over you on the main viewscreen. You can feel the power radiating from his steel blue eyes, and you are enthralled.
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Director Moose is here.
+There is a computer terminal here.
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»
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D-25748: What is this?
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Dr. Lillihammer: You don't remember?
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D-25748: Not even a little, no. But I've played Leisure Suit Larry, so… I guess I just type stuff, and see what happens? Yeah?
General Bowe is speaking. His voice is somewhere between Harrison Ford's insolent drawl and Benedict Cumberbatch's baritone, and you are left bereft every time the sound stops. "In the next thirty minutes, any personnel who surrender themselves to our Coalition will not be harmed."
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»examine moose
+When there's a perfectly good General Bowe to examine? As if.
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»
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D-25748: I don't want to examine General Bowe.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Okay. Can you tell me why?
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D-25748: I don't… no. I don't know.
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+
»examine bowe
+What you see, you like.
+
"Your thirty minute grace period starts now," Bowe declares. "Good luck." The transmission fizzles out.
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Director Moose glances around the room. "I don't think I need to tell you that his offer is off the table." She sees you staring at her, and nods. "Alpha-9 will be here soon. We just need to hold the fort until then."
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»
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D-25748: I don't really get these prompts. Like, what am I supposed to do?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Whatever comes naturally, I suppose.
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D-25748: Naturally? In this situation?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Well… trying checking the terminal.
+
+
»check terminal
+A message is displayed.
+
"Greetings! If you're reading this, you're one of many downtrodden and unappreciated Foundation employees chafing under the yoke of hypersensitive oppressors. Are you tired of having your good ideas quashed by other people's overblown ethical concerns? Does considering the consequences of your actions make you sick? Then join the Foundation Elimination Coalition, and find yourself in a personal relationship with the inestimable General George Bowe today!"
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Butterflies stir in your stomach as you read the words 'relationship' and 'Bowe' in such close proximity.
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»
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Dr. Lillihammer: You alright?
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D-25748: Stomach cramp.
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»talk to moose
+You clear your throat. "It's a fair offer."
+
Everyone in the room turns to look at you. Moose raises an eyebrow. "Yes, as offers to commit treason go, it's very fair. Can someone give me an exterior view?"
+
The screen flashes back to life, and the environs of Site-19 are depicted in vivid colour. The distant treeline is blocked by dozens of vast mechanical monstrosities, some of them recognizable as tanks or personnel carriers, some of them looking like pure science fiction. More soldiers than you've ever seen in your life are arrayed in front of them, wearing snazzy black uniforms with red arm bands. You like the uniforms, but you're still remembering General George's baby blues.
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A trickle of researchers and agents are walking out of the Site toward the FEC ranks. You doubt it's more than a hundred people, the merest fraction of the Site's employee pool.
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»talk to moose
+You try again. "Look, I'm not saying we have to like it, but the man has three armies at our doorstep. We might as well let him in, and sort it all out later. There's no point denying it." You certainly can't deny the feeling in your loins.
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Moose narrows her eyes.
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»
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[D-25748 is squirming in her seat.]
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Dr. Lillihammer: I repeat: you alright?
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D-25748: This… I've had enough of this.
+
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»quit
+"Consider this my resignation," you say. All the way to the door, you're expecting rough hands to seize you or a shot between your shoulder blades. Nothing happens; nothing happens at all until you're standing on the field of battle, looking down the barrel of a Broken God gearrender and shaking George Bowe's hand. It's rough and calloused, the hand of a man who gets things done. You're already thinking of all the things you'd like to do with him.
+
…
+
BOWE'S OFFICE
+This used to be Moose's office, but that doesn't matter anymore. Minus the badly damaged door, you'd never know anyone had ever used it; no frills, no personal effects, barely any furniture. A desk, two chairs, and a computer terminal.
+
A hideous statue of an organ grinder's monkey sits on the desk.
+General Bowe is here.
+
»examine statue
+It continues to be hideous. You know what continues to NOT be hideous? General Bowe.
+
»examine terminal
+You never did care about your work. Why would you care about someone else's?
+
»leave
+There are many rooms in Site-19, but only one contains General George Bowe. You couldn't leave if you wanted to.
+Which you don't.
+
»talk to bowe
+You think you'd rather examine him. In the flesh, the general is the finest specimen of manhood you've ever clapped ardent eyes upon. He's a mass of taut muscle and finely-graven features, a monument to the concept of low-simmering manhood. Your heart beats faster, and you wonder what passions enflame his. You are overcome with the need to know.
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»
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D-25748: [incoherent]
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Pardon?
+
D-25748: Nothing.
+
+
»talk to bowe
+He starts talking before you get the chance. "I always knew Moose was the wrong person for the job. You know where they found her? The Wanderers' Library! That should have disqualified her from directorship." You know it's true. You're thrilled to be in such perfect accord with someone.
+
»ask about Moose
+You don't even have to ask. He keeps going. "Did you see how many researchers and agents stuck by her? Practically none! All I had to do was show up, announce myself, and reap the rewards. It's probably the biggest upset in military history, with practically zero casualties." You nod to yourself. That's not what you saw on the monitors, or outside, but Moose was probably tampering with the feed — and maybe your vision. He's saying it, so it must be true.
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»
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D-25748: It's like I'm being led by the nose.
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Dr. Lillihammer: I hope it's not another lame duck commentary on the linearity of media. I fucking hate those.
+
+
»ask about defectors
+"What about the ones who escaped? Why didn't they want to stay here with you?" You honestly wonder at their sanity. It's impossible to imagine a reason to leave… other than the warmth in the air. You're getting quite hot under the collar.
+
He snorts. "They were hypnotized. Any number of SCPs could have done it. Those people wanted to be on the ramparts with us, and Moose stole that grand opportunity from them." This makes perfect sense. You nod eagerly.
+
»ask about FCE
+The word "FCE" isn't in my vocabulary.
+
»ask about FEC
+He smiles warmly at you, and you bask in it despite the existing flush in your cheeks. "We're going to restore the Foundation's former greatness. The men of conscience who formed the Chaos Insurgency had the right idea; they took a moral stand, and they're taking it still. Do you know, the Council removed their names from the walls of honour? They've torn down monuments to the brave warriors of the Red Right Hand. Shameful! The insurgents were the true patriots."
+
He pauses. You feel you could interrupt, if you wanted to.
+
»interrupt
+You don't have a problem with what he's been saying.
+
He reaches across the desk. "I want you to look deep down inside yourself, doctor, and ask yourself one question. Are you with me?"
+
»examine me
+You are Dr. Stephanie Buck, proud member of the Foundation Elimination Coalition and rising star of General Bowe's inner circle. You're getting on in years, but you think you still cut a fine figure.
+
You notice the general eyeing you, and undo the top button of your work shirt with a smile.
+
He's still waiting.
+
»
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D-25748: Is this… are these my…?
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Dr. Lillihammer: It's drawing on your past, but there's bound to be some deviation. These games are always trying to make a point.
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D-25748: So, it's exaggerating things? Embellishing?
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Dr. Lillihammer: No way to know.
+
D-25748: There's no way you can find out?
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Dr. Lillihammer: No. Why?
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D-25748: Just, just wondering.
+
+
»wait
+You don't hesitate. You seize the moment, and his hand. The touch is electric.
+
»look
+You're being led across the Site by General George Bowe. There's nothing worth looking at but him. You don't even realize where you are until he presses you into a seat.
+
…
+
CONFERENCE ROOM
+This is your least-favourite room in Site-19. This is the room where people you don't care about talk about things you also, not coincidentally, do not care about. Its contours barely register.
+
General Bowe is here.
+Prophet Bumaro is here.
+Dr. Malloy is here.
+Security Chief Starek is here.
+Highest Priest Yttoric is here.
+
»
+
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D-25748: Do I know these people?
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Do you?
+
D-25748: Hmm.
+
+
examine bumaro
+»He isn't your type.
+
The General has just finished explaining his plan to his lieutenants, and has moved on to the summary. "All of Site-19's containment inventory, applied offensively around the world," he says. "Enough to keep them on their toes indefinitely, if we play our cards right. What do you think?" You think it's the best thing since sliced bread.
+
»examine malloy
+Who?
+
Bumaro is the first to speak, since you've chosen to stay silent. "There are followers of Mekhane spread throughout the known and unknown worlds. I might be inclined to call them to action, assuming some of the Sites you're attacking contain holy relics."
+
Bowe nods. "What do you think about that, Stephanie? Should we abuse the religious angle?" He grins, and his perfect teeth glint in the fluorescent light. "All hail the Broken God, vote for me!"
+
»
+
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Dr. Lillihammer: Can't believe he'd actually say that in front of Bumaro.
+
[D-25748 remains silent.]
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Something wrong?
+
D-25748: …I think I remember some of this?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Keep me updated. There might be mnestic effects.
+
D-25748: Right.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: …please tell me you didn't understand that word.
+
D-25748: Hate to disappoint you, but.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Christ.
+
+
»examine starek
+A tough customer, but still not chiselled enough to make you want to nibble on his aftershave the way Bowe does.
+
You're too enraptured by the way Bowe's blue eyes sparkle to bother answering his question. He doesn't seem concerned. "Silence is compliance. What about you, Yttoric? Any suggestions?"
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Yttoric nods. "Ever since they lost 19, the Foundation has been using anomalous comms. My priests think they can piggyback on the thaumic carrier waves handling Site-to-Site, maybe even get you a backdoor into SCiPNET. If it works, I say we flood the thing with Boweist propaganda. Twist the narrative, claim we're liberators. The evil Foundation doesn't care about you, but we do! They're making you bleed for the weak and the sick, but we have a better way! Everything you've heard about us is a lie, blah blah blah. They'll want to believe it, so they will."
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Bowe looks pleased. "I like the psychological angle, and I especially like the part about lying. What do you say, Stephanie? Shall we stretch the truth a little? Or a lot?"
+
»examine yttoric
+He's buff, but offputtingly smug. Doesn't trigger your hypermasculinity fetish half as well as the big guy does.
+
Since you don't care — you've never cared about anything before, and now you only care about Bowe — the general gives the Highest Priest a nod. "Get us in there, John. I'll have some pointed messages for the good folks at Site-01 if you do." He spreads his arms wide. "Alright, everyone. Questions?
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»
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D-25748: I have one.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Yeah?
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D-25748: Does the test end if I say I'm definitely getting flashbacks now?
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Dr. Lillihammer: No, but I'll have to monitor you more closely. You remember this scene?
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D-25748: Sort of? I don't think it was so heavy-handed, and… I don't remember the… Bowe stuff.
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Dr. Lillihammer: The Bowe stuff?
+
D-25748: The… with me, and the… never mind.
+
+
»ask about something
+You'd never presume to question the general. Dr. Malloy is not so cautious. "What's your end goal, sir? What are you hoping to gain from all this?"
+
"A spot on the Council, obviously, and the complete transformation of the Foundation." Bowe winks at you, and you're momentarily out of breath. "Into something we can all live with."
+
"And what makes you fit for that position?"
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The general's eyes widen. "My record is not in question."
+
"I mean, yes it is? I am literally asking you a question about your record. Specifically: where is it? What great victories did you achieve?"
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Bowe looks to you, as if deferring. He seems amused.
+
»
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D-25748: Fuck am I supposed to say? This text parser isn't complex enough to handle conversation.
+
+
»wait
+Merriment dances in the general's eyes as he notes your sense of prudence.
+
"I mean, he's a general." Security Chief Starek has spoken up. "That already qualifies him for leadership."
+
Do you agree? Is a general a sensible choice for running a scientific organization?
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»no
+You must supply a verb.
+
»disagree
+The word "disagree" is not in your vocabulary.
+
Starek is warming to his subject. "I mean, the guy's a proven winner already. Who prompted them to start Omega-7? Bowe! And that was an unqualified success. Why wouldn't they want him backing Alpha-9?"
+
You know for a fact that Omega-7 was a debacle.
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»
+
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Dr. Lillihammer: Do you remember Omega-7, or Alpha-9?
+
D-25748: No.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Are you lying to me?
+
D-25748: No.
+
+
»argue with starek
+You debate the man in your mind. Of course, it wasn't really Bowe's fault. Sure, he demanded more and more use of anomalies in the field, but he had no way to know that those anomalies were unstable. You decide it's not worth saying anything aloud.
+
Malloy seems unconvinced. "What plans for actual change do you have, sir?"
+
Bowe claps his hands together, and stands up. He reaches for a binder on the table. "First off, I have a list of things I never want to hear anyone talk about ever again." He plucks a single sheet of paper out of the binder; it's pretty cheap stock, so you can tell that it's actually blank. "Pataphysics. Pattern screamers. Department of Abnormalities. Fifthism. Department of Miscommunications. Pangloss. Shark Punching Centre. Commission on Unusual Cargo. Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. Oneiroi. Obearwatch."
+
"Those are all real things," Malloy responds. "We can't just ignore them." He's right, of course. You could say so.
+
»say he's right
+"The general is right," you say. "We're not here to talk about edge cases and feel-good nonsense. We need to get back to basics."
+
Bowe nods at you, and the affirmation hits you like an aphrodisiac. Malloy's voice is a low grumble now. "What about the stuff we ARE still allowed to research? Any guidelines there?"
+
"Of course." Bowe crumples up the sheet and drops it on the floor. "We're going to do Omega-7 again, only not just a little bit. I want as many anomaly use proposals on my desk as it will physically hold! Of course, I've got more than a few ideas of my own. First off: telekill. Sheathe every single object with even the slightest amount of telepathic ability in the stuff. I don't know why we aren't doing that already."
+
You know. You wrote a paper on it. It's actually somewhere in your… there! It's in your hand.
+
»present paper
+You hand the paper to Malloy, who glances at it very briefly before nodding. "Ah, the reason is that telekill slowly turns everyone who handles it into a vegetable, and it also grows in mass proportionate to the mass it nullifies. It's dangerous and unsustainable, so we can't use it."
+
"Bleeding-heart nonsense," you mutter. Malloy shoots you a look of pure betrayal; Bowe chuckles to himself, and stops looking at Malloy. He's looking at you, now. You never want him to stop, and you rack your brain for new topics of conversation.
+
You've been studying a phenomenon called the "Impasse" by the Serpent's Hand, a gradual decline in the strength of the anomalous world which is significantly worsened by the process of containment. Bowe's proposal will definitely exacerbate that. Do you mention the Impasse?
+
»
+
+
D-25748: This isn't me.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Sorry?
+
D-25748: This isn't me. I'm not like this.
+
+
»mention impasse
+"Since this is going to come up," you say, "it's been theorized that too much containment might actually lower the ambient anomalous energy on Earth, damaging esoteric ecosystems across the board."
+
"Yes," says Malloy. He looks hopefully at you. "My department has been doing a lot of w—"
+
"In my opinion," you continue, "the O5s wouldn't have let it keep happening if it were true, so it's probably not."
+
Malloy stares daggers at you as Bowe smiles widely. "And maybe humanity would be better off if all the anomalies did die, right? Anyone ever think of that?"
+
»say "am i actually allowed to talk?"
+You burble something unintelligible under your breath.
+
"Actually, sir, there's one more thing?" Malloy looks thoroughly miserable. "Some of the researchers who left were doing very important work. We prevent, on average, one potentially world-ending event every year at Site-19. I'd like permission to continue those projects."
+
Bowe laughs, and points at Yttoric. "Don't tell that guy! His cult WANTS to end the world!"
+
Yttoric puts both hands up in a 'guilty!' gesture, smiling wide.
+
Bowe walks around the table, and stands behind your chair. "I'll leave the rest of the battle planning to you gentlemen; settle the gory details and get back to me." He extends his hand to you. "Stephanie and I have dinner plans."
+
The anticipation is almost too much for you.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: I feel sick.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Is that a euphemism for—
+
D-25748: No. Just sick.
+
+
»take bowe's hand
+He leads you to his quarters. You can feel the blood pumping through his powerful veins, and for a moment you imagine him crushing your hand like a small bird. It thrills you to your core.
+
…
+
BOWE'S QUARTERS
+You're having trouble focusing on your surroundings at this point, but that's fine because Bowe doesn't go in for excessive decoration — except on his chest, which would be criminal not to call attention to. These used to be Director Moose's rooms but now they, like you, belong to him. You like it better that way. It's simpler.
+
You are sitting at a small dining table.
+There is food here, but you don't care.
+There is drink here, but you don't care.
+General Bowe is here.
+
»eat
+You couldn't possibly. You're staring at his jutting chin, his close shave, his tailored uniform. You're imagining it looming up above as he goes in for the kill, and you know you'll need him to keep it on when you make love tonight. You want to see his shiny stars, his multitude of medals, hanging over you as he seizes his prize.
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: You think they're trying to make a point?
+
[D-25748 does not respond.]
+
+
»fight bowe
+There's no fighting what he does to you.
+
"I can't fathom how they let it get this bad." He places a forkful of something char-black into his mouth, and you realize it's well-done steak. He's still chewing when he continues, and that simple act of cave-dwelling masculinity really lights your fire. "Frivolities. Voluntary access to SCP-113! An ETHICS COMMITTEE, if you can believe it. Internal tribunals! NEXUSES." He drops his fork angrily. "Nexuses! I spent my whole career trying to make the world more like us, and here the Foundation was trying to let the weirdos stay weird. Disgusting."
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: "Fight Bowe"?
+
[D-25748 does not respond.]
+
+
»ignore bowe
+He glances at your plate. "You're not eating, so I assume you'd rather talk. Tell me why you crossed over, Stephanie."
+
You're torn between needing him to tear your clothes to shreds and force himself upon you, and needing him to validate you. Which will it be?
+
»whatever
+The word "whatever" is not in my vocabulary.
+
You tell him the truth. You tell him you've never been happy working on your own initiative, and you need a strong male force in your life to take control. You tell him you've always wished someone else would take the responsibility for your actions off your shoulders. He chews on it thoughtfully.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: That's not true.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: No?
+
D-25748: No. None of this is true. This isn't what happened. Can I see my personnel file?
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Sure, I'll go get it.
+
D-25748: Really?
+
Dr. Lillihammer: No! Of course you can't see your personnel file.
+
+
»kill bowe
+(with kindness)
+You shift tack, and a stream of complimentary noise exits your mouth without a single identifiable thought driving it. General Bowe is the best general in the world. His plan to round up the fae and put them in camps is sheer brilliance. His other plan, to tear down the thirty-foot blockade wall the Foundation has erected around Site-19, is flawless and guaranteed to succeed. He's done more in a few weeks than Director Moose—
+
"Moose!" He stabs the air with his empty fork, nearly spitting masticated meat out of his mouth. "That stupid bitch. You saw how she tried to placate you with vague promises, scare you with empty threats, but you joined me! Virtually everyone did. Not even the Chaos Insurgency split supplied so many willing warriors to the cause!"
+
You're still not sure where he's getting that from. Should you review the facts?
+
»give up
+He's a general, he can count ranks as well as anyone. Go with your gut. Trust the man.
+
He carries on. "A reality bender! In the Director's chair! It's disgusting, frankly. I hate reality benders."
+
Are you comfortable with this statement?
+
»what ever
+Can I buy a verb?
+
You sidestep the issue. "I think Moose is a thaumaturge?"
+
He rolls his eyes. "Same difference." He devours the last shred of steak; you still haven't so much as poked at your own. "You've heard what they get up to, with their grimoires and their covens. Everyone knows that 110-Montauk is really the Council's secret sex cult." He suddenly looks lecherous, and you're one hundred percent here for it. "Then again, on that note… when our work is done, you and I are going someplace special. There's a lovely suite in Alagadda I'm just dying to show you; they don't ask questions in the Nevermeant, and MC&D can hook us up."
+
»wait
+That trip to Alagadda is the only thing you want, now, and you're going to live for it until it happens. You tell him as much.
+
He smiles hungrily at you, even though he's just put away a solid chunk of cow. "We've got a ways to go before that happens, of course. What if the rest of the Foundation doesn't fall in line? What if we push them as hard as we can, and they still resist? What then?"
+
»go to hell
+You commit yourself to this infernal course of action. You tell him about the encrypted backdoor to the on-Site nuclear warheads. You tell him about the O5 Council's secret countermeasures for taking down a potential mutiny, and how to access them. You tell him everything, and he listens; you want to give him everything you have, and you want him to want to take it.
+
He stands up from the table, and extends his hand. "I would like to show you something, Stephanie. Will you come with me?"
+
»
+
+
[D-25748 pounds the desk with her fist.]
+
D-25748: I did not. I did NOT. I FUCKING DID NOT!
+
+
»kill bowe
+You take his hand, and he takes you.
+
…
+
ACCESS CORRIDOR
+Agent Oana Lungu stops you in the hall. "Do you have a moment, doctor? I need to talk to someone."
+
»
+
+
D-25748: I didn't have sex with Bowe. I know I didn't.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: I mean…
+
D-25748: I didn't… I didn't turn FEC because he looked good in tight pants, for fuck's sake. I can't have. That can't be it.
+
+
»examine lungu
+Lungu has a sad face. It's always irritated you. Her voice irritates you more.
+
Lungu waits for a reply that never arrives, and looks even sadder than usual when she asks: "Has General Bowe ever… said anything inappropriate to you?" She's speaking very quietly.
+
»say yes
+Say "yes" to who?
+
"No," you tell her, very loudly. "I don't think he's ever said anything inappropriate to anyone, and I think YOU'RE being inappropriate by bringing it up." You're having inappropriate thoughts about Bowe yourself, now; god, the night feels so far away.
+
Her mouth flaps for a moment, putting you in mind of a fish.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: Enough. No more.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: D-25748…
+
D-25748: Do you know how stupid it sounds when you say the whole number out loud?
+
+
»wait
+Her misery overcomes her fear. "It's just… I don't know. A few of the girls in the barracks say he… uh. I probably shouldn't tell you this."
+
»tell her it's fine
+"Whatever he's doing, I'm sure it's fine." You narrow your eyes. "Next complaint?"
+
She's wincing so hard, you're amazed she can even see. "Alright. Uh… some of our deployments. Alongside the anomalies. We don't seem to be attacking Foundation targets? We seem to be attacking… civilians." She pauses. "With riot gear." She pauses again. "And worse. Some of the other agents… they seem to be enjoying this."
+
»agree
+(with General Bowe)
+"It's necessary," you say. "There's some disturbed people out there, and the only way to handle them is to put them down. If any of our people are overdoing it, well, that's just their personal failings. It's not on the general! And anyway, the Foundation won't cave if we play fair. We need blood in the streets if we're going to escalate this."
+
Her eyes widen. "Is that why he's promoting all the worst researchers? Why his whole inner circ—" She slams her mouth shut so hard, you swear you hear a tooth crack.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: Catspaw simulator.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Pardon?
+
D-25748: Every damn thing I type, it loopholes me. Makes me feel…
+
[D-25748 sighs.]
+
+
»agree with lungu
+"Shutting your mouth was the right idea," you tell her. "I don't want to hear your whining anymore."
+
Her eyes water with the effort required not to roll them. "I wouldn't be telling you at all if it were possible to tell HIM, but every time I try, I get one of his subordinates instead. Like Yttoric. Yttoric is freaking EVERYBODY out. He doesn't have any qualifications that we know of, he's the leader of some weird offshoot cult nobody's ever seen, he's got his own agenda and everything he wants Bowe to do is shady as hell. Why is he even here?"
+
»idspispopd
+This isn't that kind of game.
+
"Do you not know?" Lungu looks desperate. "Because I'm afraid his whole shtick is… making things worse. Making it worse and worse and worse, until the whole thing, the whole Foundation, falls apart. Like he wants us all fighting, wants the world as we know it torn down. And he's using the general to make that happen, and the general doesn't even mind."
+
»asdfghjkl
+Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
+
Desperation turns to misery. "You don't have a problem with this? With how we're using all our resources for military ends, making more and more enemies instead of making friends? Turning the Site into something no better than the Factory? It's like he didn't take this place to fix the Foundation, he took it to give him more ammo for settling petty grievances… and he's letting all these other assholes do the same, turning a blind eye, because nothing matters except him."
+
What a stupid statement. Nothing else DOES matter.
+
»leave
+Lungu follows you.
+
"I'm just worried that he's losing sight of the big picture. He only wants to talk about how great Omega-7 was, how nobody misses Moose, how there's some illegal convoy of moon people coming to attack us and we need to be prepared. Anybody who disagrees with him gets shot in the head, or fired, or insulted. Everything out of his mouth is either about him, or out of touch. There's no middle ground."
+
»agree with lungu
+You nod. "There isn't, you're right. There's the general's way, and the wrong way. When you go back to the barracks, tell them complaints are against the rules from now on. Anyone does complain, kneecap them." You really put some venom into your smile. "Get used to using that riot gear."
+
She stops following as you enter Operations Control.
+
…
+
OPERATIONS CONTROL
+You are standing in the beating heart of Site-19, and your heart is beating in tune with Bowe's. Technicians bustle around you, working at stolen terminals on nefarious purposes, while guards with red arm-bands observe them with well-trained suspicion.
+
General Bowe is here.
+Doctor Malloy is here.
+Highest Priest Yttoric is here.
+
»talk to bowe
+You think you'd rather examine him again. Now that you know what lies beneath that fine uniform, you can trace the sharp angles with your overheated imagination. You know the two of you are going to need to take several breaks from work today. You've been thinking of nothing else since last night.
+
»attack bowe
+As badly as you want to press your flesh against the man and make his powerful body move, you know this is neither the time nor the place. You need to ask him what he wants from you, so you can do it. Whatever it is. Without question.
+
»
+
+
[D-25748 shouts in frustration.]
+
+
»talk to bowe
+What do you want to say?
+
»say "fuck you" to bowe
+Your proposition raises eyebrows across the room. The general smirks. "Work before pleasure," he intones in his irresistible rumble. "Now, Dr. Buck, let's get down to business. Yttoric's priests have successfully infiltrated SCiPNET, and they've hooked the feed up to that terminal over there." He points at the terminal in front of you. "I want you to send a message. You'll find it ready to go already."
+
»send message
+Not that you care, but it reads:
+
THE SITE DIRECTORS' EXECUTIVE COUNCIL OF THE WHOLE HAS CONSPIRED TO SUPPRESS THE ADVENT OF GENERAL BOWE'S COALITION OF THE WILLING. IT IS THE DUTY OF ALL PERSONS LOYAL TO THE ORIGINAL STATED CAUSE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION TO RISE UP AGAINST THIS TYRANNY. DEPOSE YOUR DIRECTORS. SEIZE YOUR SITES. PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY TO BOWE. TAKE BACK THE FOUNDATION.
+
Bowe expects reports of rebellions to start filtering in almost immediately, but they don't. Disgruntled staff at Site-45, Site-54 and Site-88 briefly camp out in their Directors' offices, and there's talk of the Red Right Hand pacifying a crowd of dissidents at Site-01, but that's it. The general is obviously disappointed, and within a few hours he can't stop talking about how badly his followers have failed him.
+
A few hours later, you receive a notice from the United States military. They have stripped General Bowe of his rank.
+
»tell bowe
+The general slams his fist into a wall. "They don't have the RIGHT!" He points to his uniform collar. "I EARNED these stars! All the years of service I gave those bastards, and this is how they repay me? They rolled over for the Foundation. Lapdogs!"
+
"Who cares?" Yttoric yawns. "You're a general in the FEC. You're THE general. Don't pay them any mind."
+
"They've been slandering me consistently for years, John." Bowe is nearly frothing at the mouth; his excitement is exciting you in ways you didn't think possible. "No other general has been such a target of contempt."
+
"Well," says Yttoric. "They did execute Mulhausen."
+
That takes him back. "Poor Mulhausen," Bowe muses. "He did nothing wrong. Who would've missed a few tribals in Portugal?"
+
"They don't have tribals in Portugal," Bumaro mutters.
+
"Not since Mulhausen!" Bowe crows.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: Mulhausen. Jesus Christ.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: We might take a break to re-apply your amnestics.
+
D-25748: No!
+
Dr. Lillihammer: No? Why not?
+
D-25748: Just… I don't know. Let's see where this goes.
+
+
»wait
+The next few days are a blur of pleasure and banal administrative duties. You don't even notice the latter, so enraptured are you by the former. That's probably why you also don't immediately notice when the Foundation meticulously dismantles Bowe's plans, re-captures the anomalies he sends against them, and forces the FEC back behind Site-19's boundary wall.
+
You do notice eventually.
+
…
+
FIRING RANGE
+This is where the Mobile Task Forces stationed at Site-19 used to practice their marksmanship. There are two agents here now, but they're standing where the targets would normally be. Their hands are bound, and they're wearing blindfolds. Neither is making a sound.
+
General Bowe is here.
+Doctor Malloy is here.
+Security Chief Moreau is here.
+Highest Priest Yttoric is here.
+
»examine moreau
+He's even less interesting than Starek was. What ever happened to Starek? Bowe sure does have a high staff turnover rate.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: An anomaly got Starek. And me, too. I wasn't here for whatever this is.
+
+
»examine malloy
+Dr. Malloy is standing beside the agents. He's also blindfolded. Even without the labcoat, you know which one is him because neither of the agents have pissed their pants.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: No.
+
+
»leave
+You don't want to leave.
+
General Bowe strides onto the firing range. You take a long, longing look at his unnaturally-tight buttocks in his form-fitting blue dress pants, and wish you weren't wasting time with trivial matters when there's so many more ways you'd like to show him how much you appreciate his leadership.
+
"The wolves are at the door." A shiver runs down your spine as Bowe's silken tones grace your eardrums. "Any minute now, MTF Alpha-9 is going to breach the walls of this Site and try to take it from me by force. In one sense, that's a testament to how right I am. How right I've always been. In another sense, well." He is holding a standard issue Foundation sidearm in his right hand; he clicks off the safety.
+
Chief Moreau clucks appreciatively.
+
»examine moreau
+You resume your examination of General Bowe instead. You can see his finger resting on the trigger; you admire his iron nerves.
+
"This project is failing because of you. Because you let me down." General Bowe extends his hand, pointing the sidearm at the first agent. "I assembled the best team imaginable; with my leadership, there should have been nothing we couldn't handle."
+
»EXAMINE MOREAU
+Security Chief Louis Moreau is male; you don't know much more than that, because you haven't bothered to learn, because he's nobody. He isn't Bowe.
+There is a holstered Foundation-issue sidearm on his belt.
+
General Bowe adopts a formal pistol-shooting stance. "Any last words, traitors?"
+
»take moreau's sidearm
+The word "moreau's" is not in my vocabulary.
+
General Bowe glances back at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. You feel a thrill of anticipation.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: I do fucking not.
+
+
»take sidearm
+The word "sidearm" is not in my vocabulary.
+
General Bowe pulls the trigger on his sidearm. A single shot rings out, and one of the agents crumples to the floor. The rush of adrenaline is incredible; you've never met a man as decisive as this one, you've never seen anyone exerting such radical agency upon their environment. Even as it all comes crashing down, you know you made the right decision.
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Jesus.
+
+
»take gun
+Do you mean the Security Chief's gun, or General Bowe's gun?
+
General Bowe pulls the trigger again. The second agent's lifeless body slaps wetly to the concrete.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: FUCK.
+
+
»take chief's gun
+Do you mean the Security Chief's gun or Chief Priest Yttoric's gun?
+
Malloy falls to his knees, whimpering. "Please," he says. "I was only trying to help."
+
Bowe scoffs. "This was never about helping. I thought everyone knew that."
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: I thought Yttoric was a Highest Priest.
+
+
»take security chief's gun
+Do you mean Security Chief Moreau's gun or Security Chief Starek's gun?
+
Three more shots in quick succession catch Dr. Malloy in the forehead, heart, and left thigh. Bowe blows smoke from the end of the barrel, and smiles back at you. "What say we go open up a few containment chambers and wreck up the place?"
+
»
+
+
[D-25748 pushes back from the desk.]
+
D-25748: None of this fucking happened.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Then why are you so upset?
+
D-25748: It wasn't like this! It wasn't… I wasn't… I'm just gonna type "kill self," and see what it does.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: I wouldn't recommend it.
+
[Silence on recording.]
+
D-25748: So, it's that kind of game, huh.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Let's not find out.
+
+
»wait
+You don't have to wait long. Bowe is opening his mouth, probably to chastise you for abusing the "wait" command in this interactive fiction instead of, you know, interacting with it, when there is a loud explosion and the lights go out.
+
It is very dark. You are likely to be eaten by SCP-017.
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Okay, that was a nice touch.
+
+
»look
+Unless you can see in the dark, you're not… oh! You can't see at all, actually, because the next explosion brings part of the roof down onto your head.
+
+
֍֍֍֍ YOU ARE DEAD ֎֎֎֎
+
+
+But as luck would have it, modern medical technology has ways of getting around that. Some combination of electrical shocks and, perhaps, creepy thaumaturgy gets your heart pumping again in no time. Well, not NO time; some time has obviously passed.
+
…
+
HANGAR
+You are lying on a gurney in the middle of Site-19's main aircraft hangar. Explosions echo in the distance, and the room is full of voices. Angry voices. Frightened voices. Over them all, the strong and soothing tones you long to hear peal out: "I expect every last one of you to fight to your last breath. We're not giving up. This is our Site, and if they want us out, they're going to have to drag us!" The voice is tinnier than you remember; it's coming over a PA system.
+
»
+
+
[The test halts for seventeen minutes as D-25748 slumps to the desk, then immediately sits bolt upright again. A Health and Pathology examination confirms that the subject has suffered a temporary cardiac arrest, but she is cleared to continue testing under Dr. Lillihammer's observation.]
+
D-25748: If this was an Infocom or Sierra game, I'd be dead for real.
+
+
»look
+You have a lovely view of the ceiling.
+
»get up
+You succeed, mostly. Standing on a gurney is a tenuous business, but it does at least get the attention of everyone around you. And that's a big "everyone": half the occupying force must be here, hurriedly preparing VTOL aircraft for escape. As your hearing improves, you note sirens blaring in the distance. As your vision focuses, you note John Yttoric approaching you.
+
»talk to yttoric
+"Where is he?" You feel ridiculous standing on the gurney, but it does give you the high ground. You've heard that's a thing. "Where's the General?"
+
"The general is dead," Yttoric replies flatly. You fall backward off the gurney, striking the cold tile quite hard.
+
»
+
+
[D-25748 emits a yelp of pain.]
+
+
»talk to yttoric
+You stare up at him, and the ceiling, and say: "He's not dead." It's not a question. It's a statement.
+
As if in response, the general's recorded voice rings out again: "Don't think about the dead. They don't matter. What matters is that you're alive, and you have weapons, and you have a foe to fight. If you don't fight them, if you don't fight for me, you're a coward. We won this war, we are NOT going to surrender."
+
Yttoric helps you to your feet. "He's gone, Stephanie. He played his little game, played you all like chumps, and then left you holding the bag. You want to be here when the agents come pouring in? You know how that ends for you. You've seen it. Come with me, and we'll keep on making them pay. I promise."
+
»
+
+
D-25748: I wasn't here for this. I wasn't around when Bowe died, and by the time I woke up in 19 it was all over. Nobody offered me anything.
+
+
»talk to Yttoric
+You have nothing to say. You're remembering the nights in Bowe's quarters, the nights which meant more to you than your own life and liberty, much less anyone else's. The nights you gave up everything for, and would again in a heartbeat.
+
»
+
+
[D-25748 stands up abruptly, knocking her chair over.]
+
D-25748: YOU WANT TO FUCKING KNOW WHY I DID IT? WHY I ACTUALLY DID IT?!
+
+
Do tell.
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Whoa.
+
D-25748: What the fuck?
+
Dr. Lillihammer: This is new.
+
+
I'm waiting.
+
»
+
+
[D-25748 picks up her chair and sits down again.]
+
+
»i don't know why i did it
+The word "i" is not in my vocabulary.
+
»
+
+
D-25748: I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT! I… I trusted him. That he knew what he was doing. That he was doing the right thing! He was charismatic, he was clever, he had a plan. He tricked me. He tricked everyone, and we were wrong to let him do it.
+
+
Bullshit.
+
»
+
+
[Silence on recording.]
+
+
I can wait all day, Stephanie, but you can't.
+
»
+
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Don't respond. I'm going to call secu—
+
D-25748: I did it because I wanted to, alright?
+
Dr. Lillihammer: D-25748, do not resp—
+
D-25748: I was sick of nobody listening to me. I was sick of the slights and indignities, of eleven years at the Foundation spent chasing projects nobody cared about. I needed someone to listen, alright? Is that what you want me to say?
+
+
You're still blowing smoke.
+
»
+
+
[Dr. Lillihammer attempts to activate the chamber intercom. It does not function.]
+
D-25748: Fine, you know what? I knew what was best, for me. I knew what I wanted, and I knew that if I was in charge, or if I knew the person who was, I stood a better chance of getting it. That's the only thing that crossed my mind when I heard Bowe's offer. What it would do for me. I didn't think about who he was, I didn't think about who his friends were, I didn't think about what would happen to everyone else if he got his way. I thought about having that power, and using it, and getting what was mine.
+
Dr. Lillihammer: Dr. Buck! Stop engaging with th—
+
D-25748: He was just the figurehead. The Coalition wasn't about him, it was about us. Anybody who claimed to trust him was either ignoring the facts, or didn't understand them, or didn't care. We had our own agendas, and fuck everybody else.
+
[Dr. Lillihammer leaves the chamber.]
+
D-25748: George Bowe and his shapely ass didn't have a single goddamn thing to do with what I did. It was me, okay? It was all me. Everyone else was moving up, and I was being kept down. They didn't like my politics, they didn't like my ambition, they didn't… trust my ethics. The things I wanted to do with their resources, but no! They had to play nice with the murder monsters, clone D-class instead of just emptying the prisons, and let all those banana republics set policy instead of moving in and setting it for them. It wasn't efficient. It wasn't economic.
+
+
Is that all you've got?
+
»
+
+
[There are muted sounds from behind the chamber door, which remains closed.]
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D-25748: I was sick of the forms, I was sick of the Ethics Committee, I was sick of the D-classes and the Nexuses and the anartists and the whole damn deal, and I wanted to burn them all down.
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And were you right?
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»
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[A high-pitched whine can be heard from the corridor, and the door shudders in its frame.]
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They'll be through soon, Stephanie.
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»
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D-25748: Of course I wasn't right. I have a PhD in sociology, I should damn well have known better. I got tunnel vision, I took my issues out on everyone else, and I blamed them when it all went wrong. I wouldn't have taken that VTOL if I'd had the chance, because even then I knew whose fault this was. You can't have a cult of personality without the cult. You happy now?
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It's a start. But how do you finish?
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D-25748: What?
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How do you finish?
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»
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D-25748: The hell do you mean?
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[D-25748 tugs at her jumpsuit.]
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D-25748: This, this is how I finish! This is what I deserve.
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So, you start problems but you don't end them. That seems very convenient for you.
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»
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D-25748: I almost got eaten by a ten-ton lizard! What's so convenient about that?!
+
[The door lock begins to melt, and sparks fly from the seam where the door meets the wall.]
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+
They're still out there. They're still hurting people. And some of that is still your fault. Do you want to keep shovelling shit and wallowing in self-loathing, Stephanie? When you could be making a difference? Stopping other people from making the same stupid mistakes?
+
…
+
HANGAR
+Sparks fly from every door as Alpha-9 burn their way in. The overhead canopy grinds open, and Yttoric extends a hand to you. "I need an answer right now, doctor. You're a valued member of this team D-class, and if it's what you want, you always will be. What do you say?"
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»
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[The door cracks, and the sparks cease.]
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+
"What do you say, Stephanie?"
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»
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[D-25748 stares at the screen, her hands resting on the keyboard.]
+
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»quit
+Your score is -121 out of a possible 0. Are you sure you want to quit, D-25748?
+
»
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D-25748: Yes.
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»yes
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+
[The program shuts down. The security team successfully force the chamber door open, and enter; they do not appear to notice D-25748. Dr. Lillihammer walks into the room, a confused expression on her face.]
+
D-25748: I think I beat your game?
+
[There is no response. After a moment, D-25748 stands, walks carefully past Dr. Lillihammer, and exits the containment chamber.]
+
Transcript ends.
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Incident Summary 5974-14 — Delfina M. Ibanez
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Chief, Pursuit and Suppression Section, Site-43
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D-25748 escaped from the Security and Containment Section of Site-43 on 06/28/2021 due to unforeseen complications with SCP-5974's reality bending effect. At the main security checkpoint, agent H. Yancy demanded to see her D-class credentials; when she presented them, he de-activated their security countermeasures and removed her from the D-class registry. D-25748 left a brief statement with Agent Yancy, before heading into the Habitation and Sustenance Section and using her researcher pass (acquired from the SCP-5974 box) to activate the topside elevator and exit the Site proper.
+
D-25748's recorded statement runs as follows:
+
"I don't know if you'll be able to find me, I don't know how much time I'll have. But that isn't what matters anyway. It's not about me, now, just like it was never really about him. It's about what I can do about what we did. That's my tomorrow, and the next day."
+
Agent Yancy is unable to account for his actions during this incident, but distinctly recalls wishing D-25748 good luck at her "new job."
The following file is Level 4/6043 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
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6043
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Item #: SCP-6043
+
Object Class: Uncontainable
+
Special Containment Procedures: As of current writing, it is physically and conceptually impossible to contain SCP-6043 due to its status as a metaphysical entity. Personnel assigned to SCP-6043 are required to have passed the MUA1 exam with a score of at least 750. Psychological screenings are to be done monthly on personnel working with SCP-6043 for extended periods of time.
+
Description: SCP-6043 is a metaphysical entity that represents the concept of life and the process of aging. The anomaly is conceptually attached to every living organism. The Foundation is able to perceive and, to a limited extent, manipulate the anomaly via a modified Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator fitted with the tools necessary to manipulate SCP-6043. Direct communication with SCP-6043 is, as of writing, impossible.
+
Discovery: On September 26, 2005, Metaphysics Research Team #15, consisting of Assisting Researcher Jones, Assisting Researcher Rallison, Assisting Researcher Matt and Researcher Hawthorne made initial contact with SCP-6043 during a basic experiment measuring the amount of Gilds2 emitted by a singular person. After the initial discovery, Metaphysics Research Team #15 was granted permission by their Site Director to continue experimentation on the then-novel SCP-6043. All relevant experimentation logs, including research notes, video transcripts and interview logs have been attached to this document and are listed below.
+
Experimentation and Research
+
Initial Discovery
+
Metaphysics Research Team #15 measured the Gilds emitted by a 25-year-old D-Class. The results obtained were 10 Gilds, as opposed to the expected 0.
+
This note from Researcher Hawthorne is attached to the results: "The detection of Gilds is unprecedented, to say the least. Calculations performed after the test showed that a single human consciousness should not have enough of a presence to register even a single Gild on the MPD3. We repeated the experiment with two other Gild counters and obtained exactly the same result. I'll be contacting the Site Director to see what we should do next. In the mean time, all tests from my team are being suspended."
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 27/09/2005, 10:30 PM.
+
NOTE: This meeting was recorded and attached to this document with permission from the entire research team to add extra context to their research process.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
The research team is seen walking into the meeting room. Researcher Hawthorne is already seated at the head of the table. The other members of the team sit on the surrounding chairs.
+
Hawthorne is seen shuffling papers in her hand, before looking up at the rest of the team.
+
Hawthorne: Good afternoon, everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming to this meeting on short notice. I'm sure that the urgency of this meeting isn't a surprise to you. Now, let's discuss the matter at hand.
+
Hawthorne moves to the front of the table and turns on a projector. The projection displays the test results recorded by the team.
+
Hawthorne: I'm sure you all remember the unusual results we obtained yesterday.
+
Matt raises his hand.
+
Hawthorne: Yes?
+
Matt: Have these results been verified yet?
+
Hawthorne: Right, thank you for reminding me.
+Research teams 86, 54 and 99 all repeated the experiment quite a few times and got exactly the same result; 10 Gilds.
+
Matt: And was there anything in common between the D-Class used in the tests?
+
Hawthorne: Not much, really. Of the 15 D-Class tested, including ours, there was an about equal ratio of males to females, 10 of them believed in an Abrahamic faith, 11 were mentally sane. In the interest of time, I'll stop there.
+
Hawthorne: The only real consistency was that their ages all ranged from 22 to 26.
+
Matt: Thank you.
+
Hawthorne: Moving on…
+
Hawthorne: The mathematicians who designed the MPD even double-checked their calculations, a single human consciousness should not even give off a single Gild, let alone 10. The Site Director has given us express permission to continue our research on this phenomenon. Now, I want to hear from you guys. How do you feel about what we've uncovered?
+
Matt: Well honestly, I am very excited to say the least. We could potentially, well, revolutionize the entire field of metaphysics if we can find out just what's going on. We've opened a door towards progress, lets not leave it hanging.
+
Rallison: Well I'd have to say that I am a lot more apprehensive than our colleague Matt seems to be. As part of the Metaphysics Department, we need to be aware that we are studying entities that define the concepts of everything around us. We have to be careful, is what I mean. Careful with what we do with the knowledge we obtain.
+
Jones: To me, this is not only a door towards knowledge, it's an opportunity for practical application. For too long, the metaphysics has been side-lined as just another department that gets nothing done, one that only thinks and never does. For goodness sake there's only one accredited researcher here! And I am aware that metaphysics is known as a sub-division of philosophy but we can do more! Think about it, doctors here could use MPDs to know when their patients are dying and when they're stable, for instance. So in short, I agree with our colleague Matt. We need to push forward as much as possible.
+
Silence for 3 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: Right, those are some very, er, interesting opinions…
+Anyway! To assist us in our research, us and a pool of a couple dozen other teams have all been given a new piece of machinery to aid us.
+
Hawthorne leaves the room before wheeling in a large machine, the Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator.
+
Hawthorne:This, my friends, is the Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator.
+
Matt: What does it do?
+
Hawthorne chuckles slightly.
+
Hawthorne: Calm down, I was just about to get there.
+This device was designed by the same division who gave us the MPD,
+And according to this handy-dandy information booklet…
+
Hawthorne is seen waving the booklet before opening it to read its contents.
+
Hawthorne: It is supposed to 'allow the subject to elevate their consciousness into the metaphysical realm'…
+
To be more descript, it decreases the Gilds in the metaphysical area the subjects consciousness occupies, allowing it to interact with the metaphysical. As a result, the subject will be put into a catatonic state. That's precisely why the Elevator comes pre-equipped with life support equipment. Bringing the consciousness back is as simple as re-filling the metaphysical area it occupies with the Gilds the machine took from the subject. Depending on how long they are in the elevated state, recovery from the catatonic state can last from a few hours to a couple of weeks. We are strongly recommended against holding an elevated state for more than 24 hours and strictly forbidden from holding one more than 48 hours.
+
Rallison: I'm sorry, but may I interject?
+
Hawthorne: Go right ahead.
+
Rallison: Are there any psychological or mental downsides to being in an elevated state?
+
Hawthorne: Erm…
+
Hawthorne flips through the information booklet, scanning the pages.
+
Hawthorne: I guess we're finding that out for them.
+
Rallison is seen scowling.
+
Hawthorne: I'll file a complaint. Anyway, it's getting late, I suppose I should adjourn this meeting.
+
Any further questions?
+
Silence for 5 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: …I'll take that as a resounding no. Alright everyone, have a good evening and I'll see you tomorrow.
+
Hawthorne is seen leaving the meeting room, shortly followed by the rest of the research team. Idle chat between them can be heard.
+
+
[END LOG]
+
+
On September 28th, Metaphysics Research Team #15 conducted their first tests on SCP-6043. The stated goal of the following tests was "to properly define the metaphysical properties of the anomaly."
+While ensuring that the Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator functioned properly, the team managed to obtain a visual description of the elevated state. The D-Class was held in the elevated state for a total of 5 minutes before being lowered from it. After a resting period of 30 minutes, the D-Class reported that, within the elevated state, they could only see white. They also reported that they felt 'loose' and 'detached from the world.'
+
Next, the team attempted to define SCP-6043. D-24721 entered an elevated state and was held in it for 1 hour. When the D-Class was lowered from the elevated state, they entered a rest period of a week. After D-24721 was discharged from the medical ward, they provided a similar description to the previous D-Class, describing the elevated state as 'an odd calmness' and feeling 'weightless.' The test goals were declared failed by Researcher Hawthorne.
+
Testing was suspended upon request of Researcher Hawthorne in favour of a meeting to discuss their next steps.
+
+
VIDEO LOG
+
+
DATE: September 28, 2005, 2:30 PM
+
NOTE: This meeting was conducted thirty minutes after initial test number two was completed. This meeting was recorded and attached to this document with permission from the entire research team to add extra context to their research process.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Metaphysics Research Team #15 is seen rushing into the meeting room. Overlapping conversations are heard from them.
+
Hawthorne: Alright, can I have everyone settle down!
+
The volume in the room gradually decreases into silence.
+
Hawthorne:…thank you. Okay team! We've got a lot to think over, so what's going through everyone's mind?
+
Matt: Oh, you have no idea how excited I am! We now have a consistent description for the elevated state. This- oh this is great!
+
Hawthorne: I appreciate the enthusiasm, Matt. Just try to stay focused, alright?
+
Matt is seen chuckling and scratching the back of his head.
+
Matt: Sorry, the excitement got the better of me.
+
Hawthorne: I can see why. This is our first big- big breakthrough, ever! Now, onto the matter at hand.
+
Jones: That would be what we need to do next, correct?
+
Hawthorne: Precisely! So, do any of you have any ideas?
+
Silence for 10 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: …take your time, I guess.
+
The room falls into silence for the next 2 minutes. The team is seen seating themselves and writing on notepads.
+
Matt then slams his hands on the table. The rest of the team jolts in surprise before darting their heads towards Matt.
+
Matt: I've got it!
+
Hawthorne: God, don't scare me- I mean- What is it?
+
Matt: So we've established that this, well, anomaly is present at a stable state, right?
+
Jones: That would be correct.
+
Matt: So let's investigate if the anomaly is present outside of stable states.
+
Rallison: And how do you think we should do that?
+
Silence for 2 seconds.
+
Matt: Didn't think of that…
+
Silence for 5 seconds. The research team is deep in thought.
+
Jones: I may have a proposal.
+
Hawthorne: Alright Jones, help us out here.
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Jones: The Elevator places someone in a catatonic state, correct?
+
Rallison: Yep.
+
Jones: So let's take life support off of the D-Class while in the elevated state and allow their condition to decline. Then, as late as possible, we re-connect life support and use emergency equipment if necessary. That way, we get to observe two things. One, we can see how Gilds vary between near-death and a stable condition. Two, we can get a description from the D-Class of how it felt.
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Rallison: I'm going to have to stop you right there.
+
The team turns to faces Rallison. Matt is seen rolling his eyes.
+
Rallison: Isn't that far too risky?
+
Matt: How, may I ask, is that risky..?
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Rallison: Recovering from a near-death situation isn't as easy as you make it out to be. We're risking paralysing, if not deadly brain damage from this. We could end up with a vegetable instead of a D-Class.
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Matt: You make a good point…
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Hawthorne: Well, we've got to take some risks, right?
+
Silence for 3 seconds.
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Rallison: If we do this, we have to be careful.
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Hawthorne: Of course. I'll submit the testing proposal to the Ethics Committee.
+
Matt: Perfect! Anyone else have any objections?
+
Silence for 3 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: Alright. Thank you everyone for coming. This meeting has been adjourned.
+
The team is seen leaving the room. Idle chat between them can be heard.
+
+
[END LOG]
+
+
On September 28, the Ethics Committee approved the experiment proposal. At 3:30 PM on the same day, Metaphysics Team #15 conducted the proposed experiment. Their stated goal was 'to distinguish whether or not the anomaly is present at a stable state.' The team included Medical ER Team #54 in the experiment. D-38129 was successfully held in an elevated state. Life support equipment was removed from the D-Class. D-38129 entered V-FIB and the ER team successfully re-established a stable state. The D-Class was lowered from the elevated state immediately after and placed under close medical observation. No severe or permanent nerve damage was afflicted onto D-38129.
+
Two weeks later, on November 12, 2005, D-38129 recovered to a state stable enough to perform basic activities without the assistance of medical equipment. The next day, Researcher Hawthorne conducted an interview, attached below, with D-38129.
+
+
VIDEO LOG
+
+
DATE: 13 November, 2005, 12:00 PM
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Hawthorne: Good afternoon D-38129. I'm Doctor Hawthorne, we met about two weeks ago?
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D-38129: Oh, I remember you! Geez, whatever you did put me in a hospital bed.
+
Hawthorne: On behalf of Metaphysics Research Team #15 we, erm, apologise for that. It was necessary for the test we were conducting.
+
Silence for 3 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: A-anyway, are you ready to answer a question today for me, D-38129?
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D-38129: Ask away, doctor.
+
Hawthorne: Excellent. Alright…
+
Hawthorne is seen flipping a paper in her hands.
+
Hawthorne: How did you feel while you were in the harness we put you in? And before you answer, I want you to be as vivid as possible in your description, alright?
+
D-38129: Well, it's a little hard to describe…
+
Hawthorne: Take as much time as you need.
+
D-38129: Alright.
+
So when that machine you attached me to started whirring, I felt sleepy to say the least. Like I was slipping away. My vision blurred until all I could see was white. Literally, only white!
+
And then, I felt weightless. I was outside of my body, I guess. Nothing was pulling me down, and nothing was pushing me up. It's not like I could move myself either. Do you know how space feels? It's like I was in space. No way to move myself, and nothing moving me.
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And then, all of a sudden, I felt something being pulled out of me. It's like a string was being pulled out of me, like a loose sweater thread.
+
Hawthorne is seen scribbling notes onto a notepad.
+
D-38129: It kept coming out and out and out, until I could barely feel it tugging on me anymore. Is that what put me in a bed?
+
Hawthorne: That, uh, would be… correct.
+
D-38129: Then, just as suddenly as when it was being pulled out, it was being pushed back into me. It just kept coming in until I felt full again.
+
Not long after, you guys pulled me back into the real world and I was rolled off into the ICU.
+
Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne is seen quickly writing notes on a notepad.
+
Hawthorne: You have no idea how valuable your description is to me. Absolutely no idea.
+
D-38129: Well, you're welcome I guess?
+
Hawthorne hurriedly stands up from her seat.
+
Hawthorne: Ah- thank you, so much D-38129! Security, you're free to escort them back to their cell.
+
Hawthorne is seen running out of the door of the interview room.
+
D-38129: …is she okay?
+
+
[END LOG]
+
+
After the interview, Researcher Hawthorne called an urgent meeting with the rest of Metaphysics Research Team #15.
+
+
VIDEO LOG
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+
DATE: 13 November, 2005, 12:53 PM
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Metaphysics Research Team #15 is seen rushing into the meeting room. They all crowd around the table.
+
Matt: What did they say?
+
Rallison: Are they alright?
+
Jones: How did it go?
+
Hawthorne: To say the least, I am very pleased with what they described!
+
Hawthorne places her notes on the meeting table. The team crowds around the notes to read it.
+
Hawthorne: The official transcript should be being emailed to me any second now.
+
Matt: These descriptions are great! What did you have to do to get that out of them?
+
Hawthorne: Not much. I just told them to be vivid, and voila. And yes, Rallison, they're fine. I asked the medical department and no adverse psychological effects were recorded.
+
Jones: I like that analogy they used. A string…
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Matt: We can run with that.
+
Rallison: This also confirms that the elevated state is a white space. And so far, no adverse effects other than exhaustion. I'd say our research is going pretty well, so far at least.
+
Matt: There's only one way to go from here; up!
+
Hawthorne: That's exactly the enthusiasm I want to see from everyone. Now, what's our next move?
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Matt: We should now determine whether this is exclusive to humans.
+
Hawthorne: Good idea, I'll request some animal specimens.
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Rallison: Let's be as wide as possible in our animal tests. Include animals from every major kingdom and family.
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Jones: Good thinking.
+
Hawthorne: That would be my guess. That is, unless anyone has any better ideas?
+
Silence for 2 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: Then it's settled. I'll contact the Site Director and see if our proposal gets approved. In the mean time, would you like to go for a quick coffee break?
+
Matt: That would be great!
+
Rallison sighs
+
Rallison: I need something a little stronger…
+
Jones: I need my fix anyway.
+
The team is seen leaving the room.
+
+
[END LOG]
+
+
Opening of Project Elevate
+
On November 15, 2005, the Site Director approved the proposed project, dubbed Project Elevate. The project included Metaphysics Research Teams #15, #45, #87, #24, #10, #99, #47, #38 and #12.
+
For the following test results, the goal provided was to catalogue the amount of Gilds recorded from as many different species of animals as possible, to determine the influence SCP-6043 holds on live animal specimens. The procedure for the test was simply measuring the Gilds of the organism via an MPD. Each test was repeated to verify results.
Recorded 6 Gilds. Jellyfish heavily damaged and allowed to revert to polyp stage. Gild levels increased by 3 Gilds.
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"So regenerative abilities like this allow for Gild levels lost to be regained? Interesting." - Researcher Hawthorne
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+
+
An extra note from Researcher Hawthorne was attached to these notes. It states the following:
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"I'm interested by that result obtained from our last test. Perhaps the anomaly really isn't connected purely to stability or death. I'm adding to the testing parameters. We will now also be testing the effect of growth on Gilds. The Site Director has also suggested adding plants, microbial organisms and fungi to our testing range. I'll be interested to see what comes next."
Specimens seed registered 6 Gilds. As the specimen grew over the period of six weeks, the Gilds recorded steadily decreased by 3 Gilds. After the blooming period of the flower had completed and several seed pods had grown within the specimen, many 6 Gild readings were recorded from them, while the main flower had decreased to 2 Gilds. Upon allowing the flower to die, Gilds detected dropped to 0.
+
So Gilds are present even from natal stages. I'm going to have to call in some favours from some co-workers… - Researcher Hawthorne.
The unborn 8-month-old foetus of researcher Amanda, from Metaphysics Research Team #45, registered 17 Gilds. The 6 month old baby of Researcher Hawthorne registered 15 Gilds. The 3 year old child of Assisting Researcher Rallison registered 13 Gilds. Junior researcher Sabrina, daughter of Assisting Researcher Jones and age 18 registered 11 Gilds. Assisting Researcher Matt, age 24, registered 10 Gilds. Senior Researcher Farah, from Metaphysics Research Team #99 and age 50, registered 7 Gilds. Senior Researcher Tamer, from Metaphysics Research Team #10 and age 70, registered 4 Gilds.
+
None.
+
+
+
On November 30, 2005, a department-wide seminar was hosted by Metaphysics Director Diantha Becker, who invited Researcher Hawthorne to speak about the future of Project Elevate. A summary of the seminar was sent to the department as an email. All relevant sections of the email are included below.
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From:
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metaphysics.command@scp.int
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To:
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Metaphysics-Staff
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+
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Subject:
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Metaphysics Department Seminar - Summary
+
+
+
+
Thank you to everyone who attended the seminar this evening! For those of you who missed it, here is a summary of the talking points.
+
[CUT FOR BREVITY]
+
The Future of Project Elevate
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+
Over the past few weeks, the teams included in Project Elevate have made immense progress.
+
The anomaly has been adequately identified and defined.
+
The anomaly is a metaphysical entity that depletes as a person ages.
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The current hypothesis is that the entity is the concept of aging itself.
+
Moving forward, Project Elevate now has access to the newly developed Meta-Entity Separator, or MES.
+
As demonstrated in the seminar, the MES can, with proper technique, completely separate an organism from the anomaly, halting all aging.
+
The Ethics Committee is currently deliberating the morality of conducting a separation on a human.
+
A referendum will be held, in the coming weeks, on how you feel about conducting a separation on a human subject.
+
+
Thank you and have a good rest of your week.
+
+
Secure, Contain, Protect
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+
On December 5, 2005, the referendum was opened, with voting closing on December 10, 2005. The results are listed below.
+QUESTION: Should Project Elevate push forward with the Meta-Entity Separator?
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Yay
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Nay
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Abstain
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64%
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33%
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3%
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+
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On December 7, 2005, Metaphysics Research Team #15 held a meeting to discuss the matter.
+
+
VIDEO LOG
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+
DATE: 7 December, 2005, 1:30 PM
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Metaphysics Team #15 is seen seated at the meeting table.
+
Hawthorne: Good afternoon everyone! So…
+I assume everyone voted in the referendum?
+
Matt: Yep! And you can bet your life savings that I voted yay.
+
Jones: Same here.
+
Assisting Researcher Rallison is seen scowling at the rest of her team.
+
Hawthorne: Emilia..? Are you alright?
+
Silence for 5 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: You voted, didn't you?
+
Rallison nods.
+
Hawthorne: So what's the matter?
+
Silence for 3 seconds.
+
Hawthorne: Emi-
+
Rallison: I am utterly dumbfounded with how many people within this department seem to have no regard for ethics and morals.
+
Matt: What are you talking about?
+
Rallison: Oh, you of all people should know what I'm talking about, mister "progress by any means."
+
Hawthorne: Emilia, I need you to calm down.
+
Silence for 3 seconds. Rallison sighs deeply.
+
Rallison: I apologize.
+
Rallison: I was… overwhelmed.
+
Hawthorne: What's good is that you're calm now.
+
Rallison: Yeah…
+
Hawthorne: Now, I want everyone to discuss what they think we should do whether the Ethics Committee approves or denies the proposal.
+
Hawthorne: Matt, why don't you go first.
+
Silence for 2 seconds.
+
Matt: Well, I think my stance is perfectly clear.
+
Matt: Any progress is good progress. So what if it means someone may not age anymore? Just means-
+
Rallison: Of every department, how in the world did you get a job here?!
+
Hawthorne: Emilia, I don't think-
+
Matt: What is that supposed to mean?
+
Rallison: You're willingly choosing to mess with- with the very concepts that define our world!
+
Matt: And what of it? This is an opportunity for scientific progress!
+
Hawthorne: Both of you-
+
Rallison: Sure it's progress, at the cost of locking someone in the same body until they get killed!
+
Matt: How is that a problem?! They get to be age-less and we get valuable scientific information!
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Rallison: You don't get it? Imagine watching everyone around you grow old while you don't grow even a single hair!
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Rallison: And aside from that! It is not our place to mess with the entities that define the universe!
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Matt: Then why are you here?
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Rallison: What?
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Matt: If you aren't willing to put away "morals" and "ethics", why are you in a scientific institution?
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Rallison: So science is completely amoral?! That's insane and so are you!
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Hawthorne: That's enough-
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Matt: Oh, I'm the insane one? Look in the mirror, you idiot!
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Hawthorne: Hey! That is not-
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Rallison: I cannot believe you're-
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Hawthorne: Both of you! Stop this right now!
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Silence for 3 seconds.
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Hawthorne: I am in utter shock at the behaviour I have just witnessed from the both of you! This meeting is adjourned, everyone needs to leave immediately.
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Matt: I-
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Hawthorne: I don't want to hear it!
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Hawthorne sighs.
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Hawthorne: I'll be talking to both of you independently. Everyone, out of the room.
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Matt leaves first, followed by Rallison. Hawthorne storms out of the room.
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Jones: What a mess…
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Jones is seen leaving the room.
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[END LOG]
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On December 24, 2005, the Ethics Committee ruled that it was ethical to use the Meta-Entity Separator on a human subject. The same day, Assisting Researcher Rallison handed in her resignation from the Metaphysics Department. She was transferred to a neighboring site for re-assignment the following day.
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On December 28, 2005, Metaphysics Research Team #15 was chosen to conduct the first human trial of the Meta-Entity Separator, the results of which are listed below.
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Results
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Metaphysics Research Team #15, D-18362
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D-Class successfully entered elevated state. Assisting Researcher Matt equipped with the MES and entered an elevated state successfully. Elevated states held for 1 hour. Both people successfully recovered from the elevated state after 5 hours.
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The following day, an interview was conducted between Researcher Hawthorne and D-18362. The transcript is attached below.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: January 1, 2006, 1:00 PM
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[BEGIN LOG]
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D-18362 is seen seated. Hawthorne walks into the room and takes a seat in front of her.
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Hawthorne: Good afternoon, D-18362.
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D-18362: What, no happy new year?
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Hawthorne: …Right. Happy new year. It seems the date escaped from me.
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Hawthorne: Anyway! I'm here to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.
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D-18362: You say that like I have a choice.
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Hawthorne: Let's just start.
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Hawthorne sighs, flipping a page on her clipboard.
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Hawthorne: How do you feel, right now?
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D-18362: I'm well..?
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Hawthorne: No I mean- urgh- in relation to the experiment that occurred yesterday.
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D-18362: Oh that! Okay, well I can describe that.
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D-18362: It almost feels like I'm missing something, really.
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D-18362: You know that feeling you get when you, uhm, think you're forgetting something but can't remember what?
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Hawthorne nods.
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D-18362: Yeah, it feels like that.
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D-18362: In fact, and I don't know if it has anything to do with whatever the hell you did to me…
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D-18362 rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. A wound is seen on her arm.
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D-18362: I cut myself on something two days ago.
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D-18362: By now a scab should have formed, right?
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Hawthorne leans in to take a closer look.
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Hawthorne: Right.
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D-18362: Well, it's been like this since yesterday.
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D-18362: It's almost as if my body just stopped healing it.
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Hawthorne: That is interesting, to say the least.
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D-18362: So you said I'd stop aging, right?
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Hawthorne: That's correct, yes.
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D-18362: It looks like aging wasn't the full scope of it.
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Hawthorne: So your body is in a state of stasis.
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Silence for 3 seconds.
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Hawthorne: Ask the guards for a band-aid for that. You're not going to be able to close the wound yourself.
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Silence for another 3 seconds. Hawthorne is seen staring downwards.
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D-18362: …Is something up, doc?
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Hawthorne jolts back up to looking at D-18362.
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Hawthorne: Oh! It's nothing.
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Hawthorne: This interview is adjourned. Thank you, D-18362. Guards, you may escort her back to her cells.
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Hawthorne is seen leaving the room.
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[END LOG]
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On January 3rd, 2006, the official transcript of the above interview was released to Metaphysics Team #15. An hour afterwards, the following emails were sent between Assisting Researcher Matt and Researcher Hawthorne
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From:
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hmatt@scp.int
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To:
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jhawthorne@scp.int
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Test Proposal for D-18362
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Good afternoon Researcher Hawthorne!
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I wanted to propose a test for that D-Class we used the MES on. The purpose of this test is to see what else separating them from the metaphysical entity did to their body. So, to put it simply, I want to subject them to a high-altitude impact. The roof of the department building would work pretty well, wouldn't you think? It's a couple meters tall, so some substantial damage would in theory be dealt to their body. That way, we can see if the entity did anything to affect how their body reacts to damage, or even if they can be damaged in the first place.
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Hope you see what I'm seeing.
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Matt
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Metaphysics Department
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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From:
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jhawthorne@scp.int
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To:
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hmatt@scp.int
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RE:Test Proposal for D-18362
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Good afternoon Matt
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To be honest, I am dumbfounded with the recklessness you have displayed in the email you sent me. You want to drop a D-Class off of a building to "see how their body reacts to injury"? Those are not sufficient test parameters and you should know that. Least to say I am very disappointed with you.
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Proposal denied.
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Hawthorne
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Metaphysics Department
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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From:
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hmatt@scp.int
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To:
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jhawthorne@scp.int
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RE:Test Proposal for D-18362
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Hawthorne
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I'm disappointed that you've denied my test proposal and would like to contest your denial. Think of the valuable information we could gain from performing this test! If they can't die or get hurt, then we have a potentially very practical use for the MES. And if they die? We can just use the MES on another D-Class and try again!
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Please re-consider your denial.
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Matt
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Metaphysics Department
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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From:
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jhawthorne@scp.int
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To:
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hmatt@scp.int
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Subject:
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RE:Test Proposal for D-18362
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Matt
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Your testing proposal is denied. Do not contact me further on this subject. This is your last warning before disciplinary action is taken.
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Hawthorne
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Metaphysics Department
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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On January 7th, 2006, Assisting Researcher Matt gained unapproved access to D-18362 by presenting a counterfeit test approval to the security guard. After gaining access to D-18326, Assisting Researcher Matt transported them to the rooftop of the Site they were present at and allowed D-18362 to fall from the roof onto the ground. It is unknown if D-18362 willingly jumped from the roof or if she was forced down from it. Immediately after D-18362 hit the ground, several personnel on the ground floor noticed her body fall and called medical staff. Security personnel then rushed to the roof and intercepted Assisting Researcher Matt as he was attempting to reach D-18362. Interviews with Assisting Researcher Matt revealed that he planned to frame D-18362's fall as an attempt at suicide after they escaped from them. They have been demoted to Class-D and amnesticized. The medical report for D-18362 is included below.
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D-18362
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Multiple bone fractures along 14 ribs and both legs. Dislocation of the left glenohumeral joint. Rupture of the intercostal muscles, left subscapularis, left supraspinatus, both biceps, both triceps, and both quadriceps. Lungs flooded with blood. Multiple lacerations across the entire body. No natural inflammation was observed.
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Triage of the ribs performed successfully. Thoracentesis successfully observed. Multiple stitching of lacerations and torn muscles observed. Bone shards removed. Irreparable bones replaced with metal implants. Stable state restored.
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In addition, medical personnel observed D-18362 for a week after the emergency procedure. They reported no natural degradation, regeneration or fibrosis of torn muscles. No natural clotting or inflammation was observed near any surface lacerations, and the bone regeneration process was completely absent. D-18362 was left in a vegetative state. It was later concluded that the absence of regenerative processes within D-18362 was directly connected to the severance of SCP-6043 from them. As a result, the use of the MES on human subjects was suspended indefinitely.
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On March 1st, 2006, after an extended break granted to her, Researcher Hawthorne was asked to give a statement about D-18362 and the actions of Assisting Researcher Matt. The statement she gave is as follows:
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"It would be an understatement to say that I was horrified to learn what Matt had done. Humiliation aside, I never would have thought in a million years that Matt would go behind my back and do something I strictly forbade. And seeing the results of his experiment and the immense pain D-18362 is in makes me all the more hurt.
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Right around New Years, when the Ethics Committee approved our use of the MES on human subjects, one of my own researchers resigned from my team. Out of respect for her, I will not name her. She vehemently opposed the use of the MES on humans, and fought day and night to convince people to vote no in the referendum. It broke her heart to see the referendum results. Looking back, I so wish that we listened to her. Maybe then she would still be here with us, and this whole situation would never have happened…"
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When asked to give further comment, Researcher Hawthorne refused to do so.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6085 is to be kept in a standard object containment locker in the communal area of a specialized multi-person containment complex at Site-███, chosen for its isolation from all civilian population centers. When removed from this locker for experimentation, SCP-6085 is to remain in the communal area at all times, in clear sight of at least two of the security cameras within the containment complex, both during exploration of SCP-6085-1 and the 48 hour long SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Period that follows, after which SCP-6085 will be returned to its locker and remain unobserved within it for at least 24 hours.
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Any personnel exploring SCP-6085-1 must be accompanied by members of M.T.F. Б-8, the "Street Fighters," in a ratio of no less than two members for each explorer. A single designated external observer must maintain a distance of at least 5 meters from SCP-6085 and play the trigger song. Both the explorers and Б-8 members must simultaneously observe the comic book when the trigger song is played to ensure that they all enter SCP-6085-1. No less 30 seconds after the explorers and Б-8 members enter SCP-6085-1, the external observer is to approach SCP-6085 and directly photograph all panels in which they are depicted, turning pages as necessary.
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After exploration is complete, all explorers and Б-8 members must be quarantined in the containment complex along with SCP-6085 during the 48 hours of SCP-6085-2. The entirety of the containment complex is to be carefully and continuously monitored for SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events. All quarantined personnel are to be alerted to any observed SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events, no matter what time of day they occur.
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Any SCP-6085-A instances that successfully manifest in our reality are to be detained for the remainder of SCP-6085-2 and only guarded if necessary. Any SCP-6085-B instances that successfully manifest are to be closely guarded by Б-8 members in shifts for the remainder of SCP-6085-2. If any successfully manifested entities display hostility, they are to be sedated, restrained, or terminated if necessary. At the end of the monitoring period, all successfully manifested entities are to be transported to Site-██ for further questioning and processing.
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Description: SCP-6085 is a large scale comic book, with A31 pages filled with sketch illustrations depicting a motorcycle sidecar race. The events of the race, any events leading up to it, any events following it, and the characters involved throughout, will change each time the book is left unobserved following an exploration of SCP-6085-1 and the SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Period. The illustrations will change styles between each iteration, and often contain multiple styles, implying a collaboration between multiple artists.
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The comic book itself is noticeably rough and creased, as if it had been crumpled up and flattened back out multiple times. Despite this pre-existing damage, the comic book is incapable of being cut, torn, or physically dismembered in any way, rendering impossible any in-depth chemical analysis of its materials. At the end of the book is the following text:
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Waiting for 40 years to be set free.
+Use their magnificent song as the key.
+And observe this masterpiece carefully.
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Oh, cut out your crappy poetry before you soil the whole project with it!
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Screw you, I was just trying to make a good build-up!
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Both of you cut it out, so I can punctuate this homage properly…
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He started it!
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And you almost soiled it!
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Enough! Let's finish it with the questions we all wanted to ask…
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Who's to say their world is no less real than ours?
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Is the grass really greener on either side?
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Are We Cool Yet?
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This is followed by three signatures that have yet to be successfully deciphered or matched with any known individuals affiliated with A.W.C.Y., due to a scrambling infohazard attached to them.
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SCP-6085 will not display any further anomalous effects unless the 1984 song Take On Me by Norwegian synth-pop band A-ha is played within its vicinity at a volume audible to those currently observing the comic book. Remixes and parodies of the song also trigger its additional anomalous effects.
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When the song begins to play, one or more2 characters depicted within the comic book will begin to animate and turn their attention towards the reader(s), often making direct eye contact and beckoning gestures. These characters will be referred to as SCP-6085-A instances. Hostile characters will be referred to as SCP-6085-B instances.
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Upon the first utterance of "Take on me" in whatever version of the song is playing, one or more panels on the page currently being observed will fade into a pitch black void. After the first "Take me on" that follows this in the song, the SCP-6085-A will physically extend their limbs through these black panels. These 3-dimensional limbs appear as if made of paper and graphite markings, but will feel like human skin or the fabric of the garments covering them.
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WARNING: Any attempt to physically harm these extended limbs, or ignoring them for longer than 30 seconds, will result in SCP-6085-A instances turning hostile and becoming SCP-6085-B instances. Upon this transition, their limbs will extend further out of the book, faster than any human is capable of moving, and violently grab onto the threatening or indifferent reader.
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Once a reader has made physical contact with one of these extended limbs, they will be pulled towards the comic book, and will instantaneously vanish the moment any part of their body passes the threshold of the page.3 The panel the reader is pulled through will then fade from a black void to an illustrated depiction of the reader alongside the SCP-6085-A or SCP-6085-B instance that pulled them in.
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SCP-6085-1 refers to the extra-dimensional space into which the readers are pulled, reported by all who have entered to appear as if made entirely of paper and graphite markings, though physically feeling and behaving exactly as the equivalent objects would in our reality. Readers have reported hearing the trigger song playing faintly in the background throughout the exploration, just loud enough for them to hear, but not loud enough to interfere in any conversations.
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Nearby the readers' points of entry, floating looking glasses in the same shapes as the panels the readers were pulled through will always be present. Observing SCP-6085-A instances, SCP-6085-B instances, or other readers on the other side of these looking glasses will make them and whatever objects they are interacting with appear as they would in our reality, though the background will still appear as made of paper and graphite markings. The looking glasses physically behave as made of solid glass when touched, though jumping through them or attempting to break them will result in the reader's immediate reappearance back in our reality, next to the comic book.
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Upon entering SCP-6085-1, the SCP-6085-A instance will attempt to guide the reader they pulled in, often giving them a tour and encouraging them to dance or engage in other recreational activities often affiliated with music videos or motorcycle racing. If they have turned into SCP-6085-B instances, however, they will immediately begin to assault the reader with their fists or implements they manifest, most commonly a large pipe wrench or an aluminum baseball bat. After no more than 60 seconds, if no SCP-6085-B instances are already present, multiple4 instances will appear and attempt to assault the readers and the SCP-6085-A instances that pulled them in, with their fists or the aforementioned implements, as well as attempt to break the aforementioned looking glasses.
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As of ██ experiments, no firearms or other complex weapons of any kind have been successfully brought into SCP-6085-1, instead always left on the ground around the comic book. However, simple melee weapons, particularly those commonly associated with modern urban conflicts, are able to be brought in. This is where M.T.F. Б-8, the "Street Fighters," and their experience in close-quarters melee and hand-to-hand combat,5 come into play. It is their job to take on all SCP-6085-B instances while the explorers make observations, conduct experiments, and interview the SCP-6085-A instances.
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When all readers have vacated SCP-6085-1 back to our reality, or when the trigger song ends, whichever comes first, a 48 hour long Manifestation Event period begins, designated SCP-6085-2. During SCP-6085-2, all readers who entered and exited SCP-6085-1 are quarantined within the living facilities of the containment complex and closely monitored, as SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events are likely to occur in their proximity. These readers are strongly encouraged to peruse the pages of SCP-6085 during SCP-6085-2, as it greatly increases the likelihood of a Manifestation Event.
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SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events always occur within hallways, closets, or other confined areas with opposing barriers no greater than 2 meters apart. During a Manifestation Event, the SCP-6085-A instance that pulled the reader into SCP-6085-1, or an SCP-6085-B instance that attempted to attack the reader, will appear within the confined area and proceed to ram themselves against the opposing barriers. Simultaneously, a depiction of the same instance within a small panel in SCP-6085 will animate and appear to ram itself against the opposing edges of the panel in matching synchronized motions. With each impact, the outward appearance of the SCP-6085-A instance will flicker between that of an illustration and that of a non-anomalous human. After a random number of ramming attempts, the instance will collapse in exhaustion. If it has an illustrated appearance, it will fade away, but if it has a human appearance, it will persist in our world.
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WARNING: All readers pulled into SCP-6085-1 have until the trigger song completes to vacate SCP-6085-1 through either the aforementioned looking glasses or other exit portals created by SCP-6085-A instances. If any reader fails to do so, they must instead trigger their own SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Event from within SCP-6085-1 during SCP-6085-2, as all looking glasses have been observed to shatter on their own upon completion of the trigger song. So far, the only successful method discovered to do this is to find an equivalent confined area within SCP-6085-1 and mimic the ramming motions observed in SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events, while concentrating on another reader who accompanied them and did manage to exit SCP-6085-1.
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If the reader fails to trigger a successful Manifestation Event before SCP-6085-2 ends, they will be unable to escape in any way until SCP-6085 is unobserved and resets itself. When SCP-6085 resets, there is a possibility that the lost readers will appear within the new events leading up to the motorcycle race and the race itself. The probability of this seems to increase if the lost reader has strong connections to one or more other readers who accompanied them into SCP-6085-1 prior to the reset, and those readers are the first to observe SCP-6085 after the reset. So far, there are █ documented cases of lost readers surviving and appearing in the next iteration. In all cases, the lost reader's recollection of events within SCP-6085-1 abruptly ends upon lack of observation of SCP-6085 and begins again at the start of the events beginning on page one of the new iteration of SCP-6085, with nothing in-between.
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So far, tests and autopsies conducted on SCP-6085-A and SCP-6085-B instances that have successfully manifested in our reality have shown them to be non-anomalous baseline humans. Their DNA did not match that of any currently or previously existing humans on Earth, showing them to be completely unique individuals seemingly created by SCP-6085 itself.
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Addendum: Interview Log conducted during Exploration 6085-2025-49 during Dr. Kerttren's own 10-minute-long extended remix of the original Take on Me song combined with the Literal Video Version.
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Interviewed: SCP-6085-A-1019
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Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Kerttren
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Foreword: Interview was largely conducted while Dr. Kerttren and SCP-6085-A-1019 danced together and evaded the SCP-6085-B instances.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Kerttren: I hope you don't mind if we keep this brief, Instance 1019. My remix might be long, but it's still not that long.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Oh, you scientists, always so formal! Just call me Bailey, silly!
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(SCP-6085-A-1019 giggles and playfully winks at Dr. Kerttren.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Heh, okay, but only if you call me Tom.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: I was going to do that anyway.
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(Two SCP-6085-B instances approach Dr. Kerttren, and two M.T.F. Б-8 field agents move to intercept.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Darn it, here come those ruffians, again!
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(Agent Б-8-Two punches one instance across the jaw with his brass knuckles.)
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Yeah, come on, I know a short-cut!
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(SCP-6085-A-1019 grabs Dr. Kerttren's coat sleeve and begins leading him down a hallway.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Keep holding them off, guys!
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Agent Б-8-One: That's our job, Doctor! Let us do it while you do yours!
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(Agent Б-8-One grunts as he tackles the other SCP-6085-B instance.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Why must they always come at us like that?!
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SCP-6085-A-1019: I guess some don't like it when we pull in people from your side?
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Dr. Kerttren: Maybe. How long has your side existed?
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SCP-6085-A-1019: That's a silly question! Probably always. As long as I can remember.
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Dr. Kerttren: And how long is that? Can you remember your childhood?
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Yeah, in bits and pieces, just like everyone else.
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(SCP-6085-A-1019 stops at a dead end, let's go of Dr. Kerttren's sleeve, and starts dancing again.)
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SCP-6085-A-1019: But let's not dwell on the past. Come on, dance with me!
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(Dr. Kerttren chuckles and joins in her dance.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Hold on, I love this part! "I'm gonna kick some ass with my own pipe wrench!"
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(SCP-6085-A-1019 awkwardly laughs.)
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SCP-6085-A-1019: What a ridiculous thing to put in a song! And you said this was a parody?
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Dr. Kerttren: Yes, it's a very funny parody, at least to me.
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(Dr. Kerttren turns to look down the hallway as some distant exertion noises echo down it.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Speaking of which, I hope my bodyguards are actually kicking ass right now.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: I'm just glad we lost them.
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Dr. Kerttren: I hope we don't find them again.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Don't worry, this place is pretty big.
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Dr. Kerttren: Just how big?
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Freaking huge!
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Dr. Kerttren: If it's that big, where do you go when you aren't watching the motorcycle races?
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Out to the beach, of course!
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Dr. Kerttren: Whoa, this place has a beach?! Okay, you've got to show me that.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Sure!
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(SCP-6085-A-1019 tears open a hole in the wall and gestures for Dr. Kerttren to jump through it.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Okay, here goes nothing!
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(Dr. Kerttren lands on a sandy beach overlooking and ocean with a hand-drawn sunset on the horizon.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Wow, you weren't kidding!
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(SCP-6085-A-1019 lands next to him, stands up, and hops along the sand.)
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Why would I lie about a place as fun as this?
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Dr. Kerttren: Just look at that horizon. More than can be explored in a simple music video.
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(Dr. Kerttren stands up and wades into the ocean water as a wave crests just below his knees.)
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Dr. Kerttren: I'll never get over how trippy it is that this feels just like ocean water, but looks like a drawing.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Heh, it looks pretty normal to me. If you ask me, your world looks weird, but in a good way.
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Dr. Kerttren: I guess different perspectives and all that.
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(Dr. Kerttren stops as he hears a particular verse, and checks his watch.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Damn, time really flies when you're having fun. I'll have to make an hour-long remix next.
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Agent Б-8-One: (Panting.) I wouldn't… recommend that…
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(Agent Б-8-One stands in front of them, blood dripping off the pipe wrench he's holding.)
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Agent Б-8-Two: Holy shit, a freaking beach! This place gets more bizarre with each visit.
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Dr. Kerttren: Oh good, there you two are! Glad you could follow us.
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Agent Б-8-One: Again, it's our job.
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(Distant screaming from another SCP-6085-B instance running down the beach with a baseball bat.)
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Agent Б-8-One: (Sighs.) I'm-a go bash his skull in with my pipe wrench.
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Agent Б-8-Two: We almost done here, Doc? As cool as this beach is, more'll probably come running down it soon.
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Dr. Kerttren: Yes, I suppose you're right. Luckily, we're about done. 3 minutes.
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Agent Б-8-Two: Good, 'cause here comes another one. I got this one!
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(Dr. Kerttren looks around and spots the looking glass up on the boardwalk.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Oh good, the portal followed us here.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: Oh, poo! Must you really leave?
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Dr. Kerttren: Sorry, but my song's coming to an end. Still, I'm going to test something on the other side, so hopefully we can meet again.
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SCP-6085-A-1019: I hope so too! I really like your dance moves!
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Dr. Kerttren: Heh, thanks. Been working on them lately.
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(Dr. Kerttren walks up the dune bridge.)
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Dr. Kerttren: GUYS! PORTAL'S UP HERE! I'M HEADING OUT, SO YOU CAN LEAVE AFTER ME!
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(Dr. Kerttren turns back and winks at SCP-6085-A-1019.)
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Dr. Kerttren: Until the next song.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Kerttren and the two Б-8 members successfully exited SCP-6085-1 with a minute to spare. By staying focused on SCP-6085-A-1019 for the day in which SCP-6085 resided in its storage, it was observed that an SCP-6085-A instance very similar to 1019 appeared in the story of the next iteration of SCP-6085, but it has yet to be confirmed if they are the same instance.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6449 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell. Drawing materials are to be provided once per day, upon request. Supervised free time around the Site is allowable with authorization from Head Researcher Ronald Annarumma.
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Each copy of SCP-6449-A is to be stored in a separate envelope in a single Site-22 document storage locker, save for one instance, which is to be kept in SCP-6449's cell. This instance is to be changed a minimum of once per month to reduce wear.
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Description: SCP-6449 is a male human, age 29 as of 01/01/1999, of German nationality. SCP-6449 is fluent in English, German and Italian. SCP-6449 is in all ways a baseline human being, save for the ability to produce SCP-6449-A.
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SCP-6449-A-011
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SCP-6449-A describes a collection of 2381 drawings of cats. Each cat depicted displays the same fur patterns. These drawings demonstrate rudimentary drawing skill and a limited understanding of color theory2, though individual instances display variation in both pose and scene, as well as slight improvements in ability over time.
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Instances of SCP-6449-A will become animate while in the same room as SCP-64493. The legs, head, tail, eyes and mouth of the drawing will move similarly to those of real cats, though transposed to a 2-dimensional form. The paper on which the instance of SCP-6449-A is drawn will also animate, typically standing upright on one edge and moving via lengthwise undulations. SCP-6449-A do not produce sound, despite their mouths moving in a manner that simulates such attempts.
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Testing has determined that SCP-6449 cannot produce animate drawings of anything but the cat depicted in SCP-6449-A.
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Addendum: Interview 6449.04
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Interviewed: SCP-6449
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Interviewer: Dr. Lisa Kay Seni, Site-22 Parapsychologist
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<Begin Log, 13:18>
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Dr. Seni: I wanted to ask you today about the subject of your drawings. It is the same cat every time, correct?
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SCP-6449: Ah, yes. Schatzi is [winces] Was my cat.
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Dr. Seni: I see. I'm sorry for your loss.
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SCP-6449: Thank you. His death, it [exhales] It still hurts. In the emotions, you know? I still miss him.
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Dr. Seni: Would you be willing to tell me a little about him?
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SCP-6449:[Pauses.] Yes, but [pause for 15 seconds] You must understand what life was like for me back then.
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SCP-6449: I was still young, a child really, paying more attention to parties than university studies. Then I was told my father had died. We were not particularly close, but it was still a blow, as you can probably imagine. It also meant I inherited my family's Gutshaus4 in Westfalen. That was [waves hand in air] It was not the life I had wanted for myself. I went away to university to escape the path my family had determined for me, not to mention the political troubles of the time.
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Dr. Seni: Understandable.
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SCP-6449: I quickly learned I had been right to leave the landed life behind. That house, good God, it was so empty, my footsteps echoed when I walked the halls. Of course, the staff had been retained, but they had a [pause] Familiarity with my father that they lacked with me. Other than cleaning help, I had little desire to keep servants in the first place, so I urged the rest to seek new employment.
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SCP-6449: Around this time, my scholarship dried up and I was unable to complete my studies, so I retired to my family's home to live a life of quiet indolence while I decided upon my next move. That was when Schatzi entered my life.
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Dr. Seni: Why "Schatzi"?
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SCP-6449:[laugh] I am not very good at naming cats, I suppose. But it fit. He was small, unassuming, pathetic really, but such a bright spark in the night when I needed one most [pauses for 20 seconds] Ah, you must forgive me, the memories are still strong.
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Dr. Seni: Of course.
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SCP-6449: At first, I told one of the servants to leave some food out. Winter was coming, and I did not like the thought of leaving a poor animal to starve in the cold. Soon, I started feeding him myself. I would sit outside to watch him eat and get him used to my presence. And eventually, I invited him inside, and that was it, really.
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Dr. Seni: That was what, exactly?
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SCP-6449: Destiny, I suppose. Ours, intertwined. There was no escaping the instantaneous bond we had made. Schatzi and I were inseparable. He was so friendly, so loving. To him, I was caregiver and affection provider. To me, he was company, to wait out the long, desolate winter.
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SCP-6449: I apologize, I fear I am growing poetic. You'll want to know how the story ends, yes?
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Dr. Seni: Yes, whatever you're comfortable telling me about for now.
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[Lengthy pause]
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SCP-6449: Feline leukemia. Two short years, and Schatzi was taken from me by a disease I could have prevented had I owned an automobile. We were out in the country, far away from the nearest veterinarian, and by the time I realized he was sick, I [sharp inhalation] It was too [pause]
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SCP-6449: Have you ever lost a pet, doctor? A creature who wanders into your life and bonds to you, only to leave again in a painfully short time?
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Dr. Seni: Ah, my family kept a lot of dogs when I was young. You, you never really get used to losing them.
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SCP-6449: No, I suppose you do not. I [head lowers] The worst part [sobs]
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Dr. Seni: We don't have to continue if you don't want
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SCP-6449: No! Forgive me, but no. I need to tell this to someone. I need to confess that [clenches and relaxes hands three times] To watch Schatzi waste away to that virus, it was the worst feeling I have ever felt. He was in so much pain. He would look at me, and I could see it in his eyes, his wonder at why I would not make the pain go away.
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SCP-6449: I failed him, doctor. I would have done anything for him, but I let my closest friend die, and I could do nothing to stop it, and he couldn't understand why [sobbing resumes]
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Dr. Seni: That's enough. We're done for today. We're done.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: A request that SCP-6449 be allowed one copy of SCP-6449-A in its room when not undergoing testing was granted on a temporary basis by Dr. Annarumma. Due to the positive improvement of SCP-6449's mood and overall condition following this change, it was instated as a permanent addition to SCP-6449's containment procedures as of 08/03/1997.
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Addendum: Video Log 6449.08 (07/11/1998)
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[00:00] SCP-6449 is seated at the desk in its containment chamber, engaged in sketching with a pencil on a drawing pad. SCP-6449-A-145, currently the designated in-chamber instance, lies flat and motionless atop the bed. Its upper surface can be seen slowly rising and falling.
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[00:15] SCP-6449-A-145 rights itself via surface undulations. It slides on one edge toward the end of the bed before fluttering off onto the floor.
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[00:18] After undulating across the floor, SCP-6449-A-145 runs into SCP-6449's right ankle and proceeds to tap its front edge against the subject's leg for two minutes before subject notices. Note, camera angle is not adequate to determine status of any other movements on the part of the instance.
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[00:20] Smiling, SCP-6449 reaches down and lifts SCP-6449-A-145 gently by its dorsal edge and places it atop the desk. Subject spends the next three minutes rubbing a hand along the instance's dorsal edge and sometimes the upper surface of the paper. Instance occupies this time by rubbing itself against the subject's hand.
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[00:25] SCP-6449 gathers a clean sheet of paper and resumes drawing, now seeming more focused than previously. SCP-6449-A-145 lays itself down on the upper edge of the desk. Activity continues in this manner for 15 minutes. Subject occasionally reaches out to stroke the upper surface of the instance.
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[00:41] SCP-6449 stretches and leans back in its chair. Paper upends itself and begins normal SCP-6449-A behavior. Instance designated SCP-6449-A-238. Notably, SCP-6449-A-145 does not appear to react to this, though it is still animate. Subject presses a hand to its head and laughs.
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[00:43] SCP-6449 wraps its arms around SCP-6449-A-238 and remains in this position for the next ten minutes. Instance is notably unharmed by being held so tightly, able to regain its shape afterward. Moisture present on the upper surface evaporates over the next 8 minutes.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 23/06/1999: A request has been made to provide SCP-6449 with drawing classes to help improve its artistic ability. Approval currently pending.
Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and towards preservation of the Veil.
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Use of outsourced containment resources and consultants has been authorized for the containment of SCP-6494. Consultants are to be considered Level 5 personnel.
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On the first day of each month, Foundation personnel are to perform Procedure 411-Asgard in any attempt to delay SCP-6494. Exactly seven individuals are required for Procedure 411-Asgard. These seven people (arbitrarilyfootnote missing designated Asgard-1, Asgard-2, etc.), are to perform the following steps:
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Asgard-1: Oversee the operation, and is to contact Asgard-7 upon the events conclusion. At no time is Asgard-1 permitted to vocalize except to declare the start of Procedure 411-Asgard and declare the end of the Procedure.
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Asgard-2, Asgard-3: Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 are to be blindfolded, back to back. Upon the start of the event, for twenty seconds, Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 are to raise their hands to be parellel to the ground floor, with their palms open towards the sky.
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Asgard-4, Asgard-5: While Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 have their arms extended, Asgard-4 and Asgard-5 are to utilize a ritualistic knife (designated Asgard-0) to draw blood from Asgard-2 and Asgard-3. Any amount of blood is sufficient. Upon utilizing the knife, they are not permitted to concurrently lose eye sight of Asgard-2 and Asgard-3. They are advised to coordinate blinking patterns as to avoid overlap.
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Asgard-6: After Asgard-0 is utilized, Asgard-6 is to take Asgard-0 and deliver it to Asgard-7.
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Asgard-7: Upon receiving Asgard-0, they are to notify Asgard-1, before claiming their own life utilizing Asgard-0.
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Sixty seconds after Asgard-7 notifies Asgard-1 of the arrival of Asgard-0, Asgard-1 is to declare Procedure 411-Asgard complete.
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The procedure cannot be varied.
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Description: SCP-6494 is the inevitable collapse of human cognition.
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Hume levels readings indicate the collective subconscious of humanity is slowly deteriorating.
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Following cross-testing with another SCP object, researchers discovered SCP-6494.
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Discovered by Robert Scranton in 1991.
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Description: SCP-6494 is the inevitable collapse of human cognition, currently estimated to take place on April 11 2028. This EK-Class End of Human Consciousness Scenario is
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No.
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Description: SCP-6494 is the collapsing cognition of one Daniel Markins, a Foundation employee
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Would they do that?
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Would they care?
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No, no, they wouldn't. One guy isn't important enough.
Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and towards preservation of the Veil.
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Description: SCP-6494 refers to an alternate reality containing an alternate Foundation.
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Description: SCP-6494 refers to an interdimensional counterpart to the Foundation.
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Description: SCP-6494 refers to an alternate variant of the Foundation, residing in an adjacent reality. residing in a parallel reality. residing in an alternate reality. Practices by SCP-6494
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I didn't get that far.
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Maybe I should dial the intensity down? That is a ridiculous ACS…
Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and I can't keep this can I?
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No, I can't.
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Let's see, what's been done? Er, what hasn't been?
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I have that list of ideas somewhere.
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Maybe I need something new?
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Yeah, that's it.
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What about Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6494 is to be contained
To:ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait
+From:ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima
+Subject: In Regards To SCP-6494
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Dear Director Chord,
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I am under the assumption SCP-6494 is under our care. However, I happen to forget what the object entails. Can I receive some assistance?
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Junior Researcher Thorn
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She hasn't gotten back to me. Maybe I'll make my own reply.
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I just need an idea.
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Maybe an older idea could work? Where are those drafts?
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Working in the Foundation is stressful, isn't it?
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Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have raised my hand at the seminar.
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Nonsense. You're doing pretty well handling this whole mess.
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What do you mean?
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Many a great researcher has gone crazy here, and you're rolling with the punches. It's admirable. When were you hired again?
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August 2019.
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Huh, interesting.
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What do you mean?
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I'm just surprised I hadn't heard your name then by now.
Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on September 27 2019. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure.
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Description: SCP-6494 refers to one of many duplicate items found in crates during an exploration of ███████. Each instance of SCP-6494 appears to be a traditional Ultra Pro brand deckbox for the card game Magic: the Gathering. The box is capable of holding up to 100 sleeved cards and shows no anomalous properties when empty or when storing cards.
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However, if a sleeved ‘commander deck’ of cards is usedfootnote missing, the cards will show anomalous properties, and are able to create whatever the card depicts without flaw. These apparitions are known as SCP-6494-02. For the purposes of being able to tell all instances of SCP-6494-02 apart, additional names have been given, as per the printed English card name.footnote missing
Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on June 12 2020. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure.
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Description: SCP-6494 is the collective name of a spatiotemporal anomaly, located within the ███████ Public Library, hereby referred to as SCP-6494-A.
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The library appears non-anomalous during the hours it’s openfootnote missing, but during all hours where the library itself is closed to the public, if there are no human citizens inside the building, SCP-6494-A undergoes an anomalous event hereby referred to as a Hemingway Event.footnote missing
Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on October 30 2020. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure.
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Description: SCP-6494 refers to an anomalous entity first sighted in the rural town of Blackawton, Devon, in 2007, and has since been seen one-hundred-twenty-seven (127) times internationally. It is believed that SCP-6494 is some form of personified cognitohazardfootnote missing, although further evidence into this is to be attempted. Those who hear SCP-6494 note it sounds like an influential but unfriendly figure in their life.
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SCP-6494 appears to provide some type of compulsive cognitohazard, causing obedience and/or ritualistic devotion towards itself to specific persons. Persons who witness SCP-6494 without meeting a list of criteria appear to be completely unaffected by SCP-6494 or its presence. The following criteria has been noted in all persons effected by the compulsive hazard.
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Between the age range of twenty-two and thirty-three.
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Has suffered from some type of mental health disorder at some point in their life, no matter how brief. People who still suffer from a given disorder do not seem to apply.
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Could be considered 'lonely' (i.e., being an only child; introverted personality; lives in a secluded location, or guilt in interpersonal affairs).
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Due to Mobile Task Force protocols and standardsfootnote missing, no Mobile Task Force is to be assigned to SCP-6494 without psychological examination.
Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on January 7 2021. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure.
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Description: SCP-6494 referred to a cognitohazardous entity by the name of Elias Cardinal that was in Foundation containment from April 7th, 2020 until January 1st, 2021. SCP-6494's cognitohazardous abilities were capable of changing one's memoriesfootnote missing.
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SCP-6494's initial containment squad and Class-D personnel who interacted with SCP-6494 showed an express interest in arguing for SCP-6494, as well as behaviors not commonly associated with them prior to exposure to SCP-6494footnote missing. As of current, only amnestic treatment seems to remove this effect.
Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on July 19 2021. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure.
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Description: SCP-6494 refers to an anomalous entity created through unknown means that has manifested eight-hundred-eighty-eight (888) times internationally since 2007 on an approximately weekly basis. 6494-Events refer to manifestations of SCP-6494. SCP-6494's appearance is inconsistent, but primarily takes the appearance of a bipedal entity with no discernible features or traits.
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SCP-6494 is non-hostile unless engaged, but those in its presence are known to hear vocalizations akin to human speech. Those who hear SCP-6494 acknowledge that it sounds like an influential but unfriendly figure in their life. Additionally, SCP-6494 possesses an ability to demanifest instantaneously.
To:ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima
+From:ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait
+Subject: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494
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Dear J. Researcher Thorn,
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You have not been entrusted with SCP-6494. You are currently just an assistant to me and Senior Researcher Strid, although I don't immediately recall what projects she's working on.
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Is everything alright?
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Tiana Chord
+Site-411 Director
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Everything's fine!footnote missing I actually had written up the procedures already if you'd like to see.
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+From:ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanaitfootnote missing
+Subject: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494
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Dear Amity,
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I have changed my mind upon seeing your drafts for SCP-6494, truly some of the best work I've seen in my time in the Foundation. You truly have a talent. At this rate, I should be fearing for my job!
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Tiana Chord
+Site-411 Director
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What about this version?
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+From:ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanaitfootnote missing
+Subject: Re: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494
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Dear Amity,
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Anotherfootnote missing amazing entry! Truly, I don't know where you find the time. Perhaps you could give me some pointers, perhaps over coffee?
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Tiana Chord
+Site-411 Director
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This can't be happening.
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This isn't happening.
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Interviewed: Junior Researcher █████ █████
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Interviewer: Site-███ Director █████ █████
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Foreword: The following interview was conducted.footnote missing
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<Begin Log>
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█████ █████: Hello, Amity, sit down, I got you hot chocolate, I know you don't actually like coffee.
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█████ █████: Thank you so much, yeah. I need an ungodly amount of sugar, can't be healthy. Anyway, what did you want to talk about?
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█████ █████: To be honest, work sadly. We need to talk about your productiveness recently.
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█████ █████: Honestly, Tiana, just time, dedication, and stubbornness.
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█████ █████: It's kinda strange. You're extremely dedicated, it's clear, but you haven't actually handed anything in. How come?
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█████ █████: I think a lot of my inspiration comes from the weird things in my own life, so I know how to articulate things. Although, I've always been a fan of horror, so that's always going to come in handy.
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█████ █████: Being a perfectionist surely can't be it. You've stayed overnight here three nights in a row now. You need to talk a break or you're going to kill yourself.
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█████ █████: Plus, think about how much there is to draw from. I know what makes a good object, so I just need to find the words.
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█████ █████: SCP-6494? You're not on that though, unless? I mean, I could transfer it over to you, but I honestly don't think you'd be satisfied. We're pretty sure it's getting decommissioned anyways.
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█████ █████: From there, it all flows onto the canvas and things feel fine. Metaphorically, though, I type it. Obviously, though. Maybe a painting SCP?
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█████ █████: Amity, are you hearing yourself? This isn't good, you can say you're a "dedicated worker", but does sleeping in your cubicle and living off cafe coffee sound acceptable to you? If you don't get your act together, I'm gonna have to transfer your department.
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█████ █████: And see, that's how I get my ideas! One-off comments, painting words. Maybe some sort of cognitohazardous painting that has some sort of text. Maybe I could even make that pipe painting, you know? I've always hated it, but maybe I could do something with it. Do other people hate it?
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█████ █████: Don't worry, I'm not jumping to any definitive punishment. I'm probably just gonna give you a few days off, you've got your eye on that girl down in Logistics, don't you? Maybe take the week of Valentine's off, you could use it.
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█████ █████: Ah, I tend to ramble. But, yeah, Tiana. If you ever need a hand writing, just ask me, I'm always open to working with others. Well, not always, but I'm sure we could here or there. Maybe if I need you I could get a hand?
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█████ █████: I can tell you aren't happy, but it's for the better. Anyway…
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█████ █████: Yeah, I should get going too. Thanks for the coffee.
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█████ █████: Anytime. I'd love for you to reach out.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: █████ █████ seemed out of it the entire time. She really needs to take a small work break.
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You truly believe in the supernatural, despite your field?
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Good.
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The motto of the Foundation varies depending who you ask.
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We're in charge of keeping the strange paranormal secrets of the world tightly wrapped.
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We live in the light so they can die in the dark.
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You're exactly the candidate we've been looking, Ms. Thorn.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6494 is to self-terminate. Her work is inadequate, and she is unpermitted to work for the Foundation going forward.
Periplaneta americana inhabiting the kitchen of Site-47's cafeteria photographed soon after the discovery of SCP-6496.
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Special Containment Procedures: No Foundation personnel are to terminate any Periplaneta americana (more commonly known as American cockroaches) on the premises of Site-47. Appropriate measures to ensure the health, safety, and morale of Site-47 staff due to the infestation of Periplaneta americana within the facility are to be taken when necessary.
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Description: SCP-6496 is an anomalous effect that is related to the Periplaneta americana population inhabiting Site-47. SCP-6496 will cause an incident to occur within Site-47 that results in the harm of Foundation personnel and/or damage to the facility itself.
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These incidents occur upon the termination of any number of Periplaneta americana on the premises of the site. The damage/injury SCP-6496 related incidents are responsible for are somewhat proportional to the number of Periplaneta americana terminated on site premises in inconsistent timeframes. This pattern is less consistently true as larger numbers of Periplaneta americana are terminated within any given timeframe.
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Due to the effects of SCP-6496, the Periplaneta americana population has increased dramatically within Site-47 to the point of a severe infestation of the species on the facility's premises. This has caused serious health and safety concerns due to the amount of Periplaneta americana individuals, feces, and saliva in the food supply and living and working spaces of Site-47.
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Addendum.6496.1: Experiment Log
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Experiment ID: 6496.01
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Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate one (1) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: D-8703 experiences a mild electric shock in his left foot immediately after concluding experiment procedures.
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Experiment ID: 6496.02
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Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate five (5) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: Thirty seconds after D-8703 concludes experiment procedure, a mug belonging to Dr. Huang discharges the coffee within its interior, causing damage to documents located in the vicinity.
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Experiment ID: 6496.03
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Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate ten (10) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: Five minutes after D-8703 concludes experiment procedures, a ceiling lightbulb detaches from its adapter. It falls onto the head of D-8703. This causes the globe of the lightbulb to shatter into several glass fragments, which are expelled into nearby research personnel, causing minor injuries.
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Experiment ID: 6496.04
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Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate thirty (30) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: D-8703 terminates 27 Periplaneta americana, and then suffers a myocardial infarction and collapses to the floor. D-8703 expires before he can receive medical attention.
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Experiment ID: 6496.05
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Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate seventy (70) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: Twenty minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, an EF3 tornado formed within the vicinity of Site-47. The high winds of the tornado cause minor damage to the concrete structure of Site-47. The tornado also damages Dr. Huang's personnel automobile by propelling a Bos taurus (more commonly known as a cow) from a nearby dairy farm1 at a high rate of speed into the vehicle.
Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate one hundred and twenty (120) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: Four hours and three minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, Dr. Huang receives an e-mail message from a representative of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions2 (POI-6496).
The following is a transcription of the e-mail message Dr. Huang received from POI-6496:
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Received: 06:42 PM 03/07/2019
+To: Tim Huang
+From: Kelsey Proctor
+Subject: Poor treatment of roaches
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Dear Dr. Huang,
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I understand that your site is outside of our jurisdiction, but this was too serious to not bring up with you.
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We here at the Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Committee for Animal Rights got a letter a couple of days ago. It said that you were stomping cockroaches "for science." This is too serious to do nothing about. I understand roaches are seen as pests by a lot of people, but killing them in mass for no good reason is not OK, no matter what you think.
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Dr. Huang, you are an adult. You know what you are doing, you know what your actions mean. You're committing mass animal genocide with full knowledge.
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POI-6496 has not responded to Foundation efforts towards further communication.
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Experiment ID: 6496.07
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Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate one hundred and fifty (150) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47.
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Results: Twenty minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, an anomalous human male manifests near the entrance of Site-47. It has the capability of anomalously manifesting and directing lightning from the sky, and it begins to assault Foundation personnel with this effect. It terminates two Foundation personnel, and then is injured by the gunfire of a nearby security patrol. It expires from its injuries before it can receive medical attention. It is believed that this anomaly was a member of the group Serpent's Hand3, as evidenced by the insignia branded on its right arm. This insignia is common among Serpent's Hand members as a means of identification among themselves.
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Incident.6496.2: On 03/10/2019, SCP-6496 Project Manager Svoboda officially concluded experiments involving SCP-6496 due to the results of Experiment.6496.07. On the same day, SCP-6496's current containment procedures were put into effect. As a result, the population of Periplaneta americana within Site-47 greatly increased over the course of several monthes.
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On 10/17/2019, Site Director Gomez discovered that the population of approximately 20 Periplaneta americana inhabiting her living quarters had damaged a family heirloom she had left on her writing desk. The Periplaneta americana had consumed a portion of the object's paint, and had defecated on it. The emotional distress of this incident, along with the stress of living within close proximity of a large population of Periplaneta americana for an extended period of time, motivated Director Gomez to contact a Foundation pest control unit. The team utilized pesticides to exterminate a large portion of the Periplaneta americana population living on the premises of Site-47. The number of Periplaneta americana that expired due to this unit's actions is unknown.
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On 10/18/2019, it was noted that significantly more Periplaneta americana were present in the site's interior than during the previous day. It was estimated that approximately double the population of Periplaneta americana were inhabiting the site compared to the estimation calculated on 10/09/2019.
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Director Gomez received an e-mail message on 10/19/2019 from a Google account under the name of "lambpez113". The individual who maintains this Google account, and presumably contacted Director Gomez via e-mail, is to be referred to as POI-6973. It has been speculated that POI-6973 is a previously unknown member of the group Gamers Against Weed4, as evidenced by their writing style and knowledge of anomalous events within the Foundation, although this is unconfirmed.
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The following is a transcription of the e-mail message Director Gomez received from POI-6973:
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Received: 03:22 PM 10/19/2019
+To: Miranda Gomez
+From: lambpez113
+Subject: COCKED ON
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Roaches with love,
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As a result of the further population increase of Periplaneta americana inhabiting Site-47 due to this incident, relocating staff to an alternate location due to serious health and safety concerns has been considered by site administrators.
Special Containment Procedures: Public transit hubs in major cities with heavy pedestrian traffic are to be surveilled by operatives of MTF A-440 ("Muses"). If a musician passes within 80m from a hub between 19:30-01:30 local time, their activity is to be closely monitored. In the event a musician prepares SCP-6527,2 a "Muses" operative is to escort the musician from the area and administer amnestics. SCP-6527 related paraphernalia should be confiscated and sent to safe storage at Auxiliary Research Facility-433.
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Any witnesses to a performance of SCP-6527 are to have recordings deleted from their personal devices, and should be administered amnestics. Information found online should be copied to Foundation databases, deleted from original host servers, and a cover story circulated. Despite all attempts, the originating post for SCP-6527 is unable to be permanently deleted from its host servers. Effected musicians should be compensated for confiscated funds; with the amount being at the discretion of the Research Facility Supervisor.
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Of the 1,854 musicians effected, none have been found to have contributed to the creation of SCP-6527. PoI-6527 is to remain under Foundation surveillance until 2016.
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Description: SCP-6527 is a thaumaturgic ritual whose primary anomalous effect when performed, compels the listener to give currency to the subject through any accepted medium. There exists a secondary anomalous effect amongst the metadata of the initial anonymous blog post of SCP-6527 that has allowed for its continued presence. The metadata was also found to obscure the original poster and creator of SCP-6527. No further information is known at this time.
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Summary of Incidents: While off-duty at the San Diego Comic Convention, Researchers Królik and Davis observed Marla Ryder perform SCP-6527 for the evening crowd. Davis reported synesthesia and a compulsion to give the performer money. Królik was inoculated against cognitohazards, and unaffected by the music. He removed a travel-sized Hume reader from his satchel and confirmed the performer's thaumaturgical status.
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After tipping, Davis took a video recording of the performance. Marla Ryder stands on a small wooden platform with a ukulele. In front of her is an open case with a number of ones and fives. Barely visible is a Seven of Pentacles tarot card. There is a [COGNITOHAZARD] drawn over it in sharpie.
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Another incident occurred with Marla Ryder three weeks later. A listener under the effects of SCP-6527 tipped 10,000 USD to Marla's Cash App. The specific performance circulated on social media and was able to provide deeper insight into SCP-6527. Present in the recording was a slight edit to the cognitohazardous markings on the Seven of Pentacles card. On 2015/08/10 Marla Ryder was arrested by Federal officials under allegations of money laundering. The Foundation discovered the anomalous discrepancy in Marla Ryder's bank account and she was transferred to Auxiliary Research Facility-433. Marla Ryder has been designated as PoI-6527.
Melpomene: We have to finish the intake process. Marla Ryder, I'm Agent Melpomene.
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PoI-6527: I've already stated I want a lawyer.
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Melpomene: That won't be necessary, we don't operate within the Federal government.
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PoI-6527: What the hell do y'all think I done?
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[Melpomene turns ver laptop around and shows PoI-6527 the recording of the performance. PoI-6527 watches.]
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Melpomene: This music spell?
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PoI-6527: Y'all think magic exists?
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Melpomene: That's classified. Ms. Ryder, although we are not associated with the US Federal Government, I can assure you that your compliance will result in early release.
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PoI-6527: Am I being arrested for using magic? Is this real right now?
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Melpomene: You're not being arrested.
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PoI-6527:I want a lawyer.
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[Melpomene hesitates for a moment.3 Ve shakes ver head and laughs.]
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Melpomene: Again, we are not the Feds, you're not guaranteed a lawyer. Also, what I said about compliance? What you did is not that.
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[PoI-6527 is silent. She squeezes her right hand rhythmically.]
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Melpomene: Did you make the ritual?
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PoI-6527: No.
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Melpomene: Where did you find it?
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PoI-6527: An occult forum.
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Melpomene: What's the address?
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PoI-6527:(sighs) ██████████ dot ██.
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Melpomene: Where did you learn to use linguistic thaumaturgy, or word magic?
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PoI-6527: Uh, I just have. Always have. Up until now I always thought I was imagining things. (mumbles) Magic isn't real.
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Melpomene: There's not much else I'm authorized to say.
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PoI-6527: So, you're basically the men in black?
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[Melpomene is quiet for a few moments.]
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Melpomene: Sure.
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[The agent taps on ver keyboard.]
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Melpomene: If you could pin-point when you started noticing your thaumaturgical skills, i.e. magic, when would you say?
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PoI-6527: Always have. If you want something concrete… I guess… 1993?
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PoI-6527: But isn't wasn't until 2000 that I started to curate them… and hide them.
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Melpomene:(nods and checks the time) Alright, sadly I'm going to wrap it up here. Thank you and get some rest.
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Addendum 6527.1 Internal Emails:
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To: Agent Melpomene-1
+From: Lead Researcher Leah Królik
+Subject: Web Address
+Date: 2015/08/12
+Time: 09:15
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Lead Researcher L. Królik
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Ritual Gallaghar, Level-3 Clearance Required:
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Major city public transit hubs with heavy tourist foot traffic.
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Tip jar/hat/case.
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Seven of pentacles tarot card4 with [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] drawn on the back.5
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Performance of "Oasis - Wonderwall" between the times of 19:30-01:30 local time at locations fitting bullet point one.
PoI-6527: Finally meeting at a somewhat decent hour.
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Melpomene: We found the original post but it was posted anonymously.
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PoI-6527: Not really my problem. (rhythmically squeezes right hand) And I'm going to miss another one of my gigs. You know I still have rent to pay right, and this is my job?
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Melpomene: I'm aware of your obligations, but it is your problem. Because we'd like to know where it came from.
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PoI-6527: Apparently, it came from the Internet.
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Melpomene: Do you have any other leads?
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PoI-6527: No. And why aren't y'all harassing the pedicabs in downtown San Diego? There has got to be magic involved with them blasting 'The Bee-gees' all the time and still getting customers!
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No conclusive results have been discovered. After a week in Foundation custody PoI-6527 was amnesticized, released, and placed under Foundation surveillance for a year.
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On 2015/09/27 edits were made to the original posting of SCP-6527 on ██████████.██. The edits included mathematical symbols reading "less than one thousand". The IP the edits were made from wasn't obfuscated correctly and led back to PoI-6527.
Special Containment Procedures: Following the successful containment of SCP-6560-1 at Site-64 in 1979, no additional instances of SCP-6560 have manifested. Surviving samples collected from SCP-6560 instances prior to SCP-6560-1's confinement are currently contained within high-security document preservation containers within the storage wing of Site-64.
Upon discovery of a new instance of SCP-6560, MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") and MTF Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") are to be dispatched to establish a secure perimeter of the location as well as detain any witnesses. Upon establishment of a secure perimeter, samples and photographic documentation of the instance are to be collected and cataloged. Cataloged samples are currently preserved within high-security document storage containers at Site-64 for later study and cross-reference. The remainder of the instance is to be incinerated on site. Investigation into any connection between SCP-6560 instances is ongoing.
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Description: SCP-6560 refers to a phenomenon that occurred within the Pacific Northwest region of the United States between 1950 and 1979 in which uninhabited human settlements constructed entirely out of a combination of paper products would spontaneously manifest within rural areas. Such settlements ranged in size from 0.5 km^2 to 10 km^2 and would follow urban planning conventions appropriate for the era. Building materials would vary by instance with examples including:
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While the number of structures in each instance was variable, all instances of SCP-6560 would contain, at a minimum, a post office, a general store, a welcome sign designating the settlement's name and population, and at least two residential houses. All structures would be fully furnished at the time of discovery with appropriate paper product equivalents of typical furniture for each respective building. Additionally, documents containing identifying information and business transactions of supposed residents of the instance could be recovered from SCP-6560 instance interiors. While all documents were authentic and appropriate for the era/jurisdiction of the SCP-6560 instance, investigations by Foundation agents proved all individuals identified within such documents to have never existed.
Due to the frailty of SCP-6560 instances to withstand the elements, as well as their long-term structural instability, containment of SCP-6560 instances proved impossible. As a result, containment efforts focused on the preservation of individual samples and photographic documentation.
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Addendum 6560-1: SCP-6560-1 Containment
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On 03/03/1979, an investigation by MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") correlated all SCP-6560 instances to a series of roadmaps published by various local travel companies. Further investigation identified the author of these maps to be Stephan Klause of Astoria, Oregon. Mr. Klause (hereafter referred to as SCP-6560-1) operated as a freelance cartographer within various map-making firms within the Pacific Northwest during the time period of SCP-6560's activity. In addition to all known SCP-6560 instances, a review of the maps created by SCP-6560-1 revealed an additional three SCP-6560 instances that had previously remained undiscovered by Foundation personnel. SCP-6560-1 was apprehended by Foundation personnel on 05/04/1979. Interviews conducted with SCP-6560-1 upon capture suggested that he was unaware of SCP-6560's existence and that the names of all SCP-6560 instances had been fabrications of his included on his maps as a means of protection against copyright infringement.2
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6652 is to be contained in a locked safe in Site-19. In the event that an object or personnel contains visible traces of SCP-6652 on it, the immediate location is to enter lockdown until declared safe by site command. Objects or personnel which show traces of anomalous paints from SCP-6652 are to be escorted to decontamination.
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Description: SCP-6652 is a wooden box, with two latches on its front. The box contains a canvas, a set of three paint-brushes, and a wooden palette with several colours1of watercolour paint embedded into the palette, as well as a small diary. The amount of paint in the palette does not appear to decrease after continued use. Three of the watercolour paints contain anomalous colours that are difficult to perceive with the naked eye. These paints are reported to become distorted and cause severe discomfort to those viewing them. When dry paint on the canvas is exposed to water, it will proceed to fade away.
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Anomalous paints are referred to as #AC2along with a numerical designation. The anomalous paints each have distinct effects. These effects will only take place if the paint is viewed directly on the canvas without obstruction and with the naked eye. The effects of the paint change, vary, or gain entirely new effects if the anomalous paints are mixed with other paints in the kit.
#AC-1 will reverse motor signals transmitted from the brain. For example, a subject affected by #AC-1 will move their head to the left, even if the original brain signal transmitted was to move their head to the right.
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#AC-2 will begin to cause the vision in a viewer's eyes to begin blurring slowly. This effect can cause a viewer's eyesight to become blurred enough to effectively render a viewer blind. This effect will continue until a viewer has not seen #AC-2 for a period of at least 46 minutes.
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#AC-3 causes the viewer's olfactory, auditory, tactile and gustatory senses to not function until the user ceases to apply #AC-3 to the canvas from SCP-6652.
The book found in SCP-6652 contains a non-anomalous diary written in Latin. The book has been damaged severely by environmental conditions, and therefore few pages have been recovered. Surviving pages have been collected.
Since Cambria's tragic passing, it had become apparent that I was truly alone. My son didn't have the slightest thought to come to see me? Even if he may be off with his wife, so lucky that he may hold her close day after day. Yet the great burden of my loss of her lingers, eating away at me. I opened it today, the box made of hard, supple wood stained a shining brown. Fear still craned it's neck from the shadows as I held it my hands, but whether by the curiosity inside me, or the love I held for Cambria, I opened it.
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I found a flat disc of wood, carved into a shape that could not be compared with cheaper palettes I'd observed in corner-stores. There were fine, silky brushes alongside it as well. I have always loved to paint, and yet the mere sight of these frothed with the realisation of what they truly were. It brought back my obsession over the simple hobby as I gazed over the tools. Three of the colours he'd gifted me were unlike any other I'd seen. They twisted and turned in shades of made-up light that fascinated me. Solely laying my eyes upon them caused the slight throb of my head.
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So of course once I awoke the next morning I rushed to the box, running my fingers over it as I placed the instruments he had given me beside one another. And so, I began to paint. It was wonderous, thought the three strange colours began to play with my eyes.
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It made me see blurred, and my hands, they were moving like snakes with a will of their own! But it was wonderful, feeling the ecstasy of what she'd left behind. I mixed the stranger paints with each other and I saw her. Even though I wasn't painting her, my wife had come alive upon the canvas. [Rest of the page is too damaged to decipher]
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Do I really need him to see me? I don't need his support, I have my canvas. He can be happy with his wife. Maybe they have kids? My arms are growing tired. I wouldn't know if I had grandkids, would I now? But I paint anyways. My eyesight's been going, fading and blurring and whatever else. It's okay though, right? I don't need to see my paintings to know that they're beautiful. Just like Cambria.
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I remember her when she used to cry tears of happiness when we were together. She used to try go outside, but I would force her not to. She never understood it wasn't safe, but I suppose she only understood when I showed her what would happen if she left. She doesn't realize that she is mine. She isn't supposed to have stupid attachments like that. I don't have time to keep writing for so long, I want to paint.
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I don't need him to visit. I don't need his bloody grandkids. All I need is Cambria's blessing. My muscles hurt, and I can only see the colours now. Painting is numbing to me. I still paint. This is what she wanted, right? This is love I'm feeling. I paint her sometimes, she looks wonderful. Her eyes even blink and her skin glistens and she breathes. I'm sad I had to turn the skin purple and blue. She didn't mind, she was supposed to love me. Forever. I fell asleep at the table with her today.
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I love her. She watches me while I paint. I don't leave the house much, all I need is to paint. She whispered to me that she loved how I painted her. It's hard to walk, and my eyes are growing weaker by the day. This is the sacrifice to see her again, I am willing. It hurts so much. I love it, I can't stop because I shouldn't. I don't need to. She shouldn't spend her time on anything else. She's mine, she belongs to me. She isn't supposed to care about anything else. The paintings go blue now, I can't get it right.
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I hope he never comes here again. Fuck him. Fuck my grandchildren. I love her. I don't move from this chair, because she can't either. Cambria is so beautiful. I haven't slept yet but two days isn't long, no? I have some stale bread near, if only she could taste it with me. This is my favorite one yet. I'm obsessed with her, I'm glad she never died.
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She won't come see me anymore? No no, I love her, she must come. She must, or she'll bear consequences for it. My arms hurt, it's hard to move them. It was all her, my love. I knew, for this occasion, I must make it special. I started once more, it took all my time but she is time for me? I'm going inside now, I'll leave this behind if that fucking ass with his kids comes by. I know he won't, he doesn't care. All I need is my canvas. I don't know why she ran, ran and died in the streets.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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There have been recent updates to the Special Containment Procedures of this SCP Item since you have last accessed this page. Newly added information will be shown in blue and underlined text.
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— Automated Message, RAISA
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Special Containment Procedures: Properly hydrated civilians reported to not have urinated for more than four (4) days are to be monitored. These individuals should be confirmed for being SCP-6833-1 specimens by finding their correspondent wormhole in SCP-6833-A, by use of miniature GPS-equipped drones. If Foundation resources in SCP-6833-A are destroyed/scarce or if tensions with SCP-6833-B increase, operatives disguised as Emergency Medical Services must apprehend suspected affectees and search for related anomalies in cover of urgent genitourinary surgery.
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Confirmed SCP-6833-1 instances are to be contained at assigned facility Site-215 and assisting facilities USUTTE-Site-330, USIDCS-Site-581, USWYUN-Area-104 and USUTJU-Area-146 until a method of treatment is created. If any foreign objects are found attached to a wormhole of a instance, it should be removed and the related SCP-6833-1 subject treated for anomalous telepathic persuasion. All civilians knowledgeable of their anomaly should be amnesticized.
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The sale of SCP-6833 is to be halted by common containment protocols of marketed anomalous objects..Involving Mobile Task Force Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") and Alpha-4 ("Pony Express"). All assigned members require memetic inoculation against the objects hazards, and those affected by it should be treated for minor mental compulsion. Captured instances are contained at Site-215's 6833-Storage room.
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SCP-6833-A and specific SCP-6833-B specimens, such as those on high governmental positions, are to be covertly monitored by miniature mobile equipment. Efforts to reduce hostilities are being developed.
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If a number of individuals die simultaneously due to intentional efforts by SCP-6833-B, SCP-6833 is to be reclassified as Tiamat and decommissioning must begin.
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Description: SCP-6833 is a marketed pharmaceutical product named "████████",.Redacted due to recent emergence of memetic properties. See Addendum 3. manufactured by "Microatic Laboratories", consisting of a 5cm x 3cm white carboard box containing a single black tablet encased in plastic. The item is primarily sold through an eponymous online website (www.████████.com) accessible through various advertisements; however, sales of the medicine have also been found on other websites and even in physical markets..Including online shopping- & auction-websites, illegal drug websites and street markets. All products are mainly delivered from a single, previously abandoned warehouse 20 kilometers south from Salt Lake City, Utah, United States of America, which Microatic Laboratories claim is their headquarters. Further analysis of this location is difficult due to prohibition from the company for any access, as well as heavy-security around the area of the building. It is not yet confirmed if this is the only location where SCP-6833 instances are delivered from.
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The alledged purpose of SCP-6833, as explained in the packaging and various advertisements, is to decrease the rate of an individual's need to urinate at certain times, causing customers to rarely perform micturition for long periods, by stretching the consumer’s urinary bladder painlessly and increasing the interior space of the organ to improve storage capacity. How the tablet would cause this is not explained and further information about its contents and licensing is not available on the casing. There is no visible confirmation that this product was authorized by the United States Food and Drug Administration.
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The tablet is comprised of a black powder of undetermined material. If it is consumed by a human being with a functioning urinary tract (hereafter referred to as SCP-6833-1), the ingested powder will traverse through the digestive, nervous and renal system until it reaches the entrance of the bladder's urethra, where all particles of this substance will accumulate. After this, the black mass will form into a shape of a disc 5-20mm in lenght, depending on the urethra's size, and reconstruct itself into a Class-A "Basic Entry" Extradimesional Wormhole that leads to SCP-6833-A, where all of the SCP-6833-1’s future urine will fall into.
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SCP-6833-A is a sub-reality determined to be 73 planes underneath the baseline dimension. Known details of it are restricted to a single planetary object with a divergent biosphere from Earth and inhabited by a sapient species of gelatinlike entites with a simplified humanoid shape (designated SCP-6833-B). For more details, see Addemdum 1.
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Despite its distance, sources in SCP-6833-A suggest that an interdimensional passage connected with it and our reality exists, supposedly a pair of Ways.Anomalous entrances of variable shape and form, that lead to other locations or universes. Ways can be activated by performing certain actions or having specific requirements, referred to as Knocks. in each of them, that makes accessibility between the dimensions possible. The location of this Way is under investigation.
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SCP-6833-B appears to be the dominant species of SCP-6833-A, as evident by various signs of active civilization and society by it, which abnormally resembles human civilization on various aspects. More information on SCP-6833-B could not be gained due to recent incidents in attempting to obverse the reality (see Addemdum 3).
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Discovery: SCP-6833’s anomalous nature was discovered in 27/12/2021, after ~40 online posts from buyers referenced the item, announcing the legitimacy of its advertised effects and recommending the product. The first containment procedures were succesful in halting knowledge of the item and containing any affected civilians. However, due to recent incidents (see Addemdum 3), the product's popularity had grown extraordinarly fast. As of this date, purchases were only minimally decreased and knowledge of the item continues to grow, with its reputation as a fallacious product by the mainstream media as the only factor keeping its popularity from escalating to the point of the Veil Protocol's complete failure.
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Addemdum 1 - Exploration: SCP-6833-A and -B were first discovered after an examination of the wormhole's contents by use of a minuscule aerial drone was authorised. The results were filed in the exploration log below, included in this document to showcase SCP-6833-A's details and the behaviour of SCP-6833-B.
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REMOTE EXPLORATION LOG
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Date: 4/1/2022
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Location: SCP-6833-A
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Dispatched Vehicle(s): SCPF Microflyer X6, reconnaissance and research umanned aerial vehicle.
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Operator(s): Technician Kellie Forest
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Commander: Head Researcher Stark Turner
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Foreword: Foundation Janitor Josh Randal, a SCP-6833-1 instance, was subjected to a surgical procedure to insert the drone into the anomalous aperture, to analyze its contents.
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00:00:01 - Visual recording activates, revealing the interior of Randal’s bladder. A mere distance into it is a circular object expelling light, presumed to be the Class-A Wormhole.
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00:00:37 - After a small check-up of the drone's systems, it is advanced to the direction of the portal.
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00:01:07 - Drone achieves entry. Vehicle detects breathable, non-hazardous atmosphere and non-anomalous spatial dimensions. Camera records a brown-colored cloudy sky in the surrounding upper atmosphere, and several other levitating Class-A Wormholes spanning slightly far away from the drone. Three of the portals are seen expelling unidentified fluid.
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00:03:28 - The vehicle moves downwards in an attempt to discover a surface. A massive body of yellow-colored liquid, in an apparent size of an ocean, is soon found. Chemical instruments confirm it to be urine from several different humans, as well as, in some portions, belonging to no organism at all.
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03:24:26 - First sighting of a mass of land, yellow-brownish in coloration, at a large distance from the drone‘s right side. It is directed to it.
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03:40:09 - Contact with the mass is made; further examination reveal it to be composed of materials identical to ones that make up most kidney-stones. Large buildings, skyscrapers and other types of infrastructure are seen near the shore. Sounds of a carnival are audible, coming from the city. The drone increases its altitude and begins entry on the center.
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03:47:32 - Visible on a street below the drone, a greatly-sized crowd of unknown entities are present,.Later classified as SCP-6833-B. seemingly 'dancing' or otherwise displaying body-language expressing celebration. The creatures resemble common species of gram-negative bacteria, but in a humanoid form. Various festive decorations are seen, with a notable one being a paper sign hanging between buildings, containing an unknown language and artistic illustrations of the Class-A wormholes previously found above the sea.
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03:50:04 - At this point, the anomalous entities have begun to take notice of the drone and the crowd disperses from panic. The UAV moves away from the area, moving directly to the shore in an attempt to escape the city.
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03:55:43 - Before the drone could reach the shore of the island, a net launched from the device’s left side catches it, causing the UAV to fall to the ground. The last frames of the recording shows black automobiles surrounding the area where the drone fell onto, until the video turns into static.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Further investigation is required to confirm suspected relevance of the humanoid entities to the cause of SCP-6833. Additional surveillance equipment and drones are being deployed in SCP-6833-A. Due to the anomaly's harmless nature, Josh Randal is allowed to continue working in Site-215 without being put in containment, as long as he stays within the facility.
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After this event, installment of automatic surveillance outposts and deployment of further mobile drones have been authorized by Director River, with observation equipment provided by the Department of Extradimensional Studies. This decision has improved research on the SCP-6833-A location and objects produced by SCP-6833-B, although study on the -B organisms themselves remain difficult, as all instances panic and escape upon sighting Foundation technology.
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Addendum 2 - Recovered Documents: The following documentation are excerpts from notable physical media recovered from SCP-6833-A, created by SCP-6833-B, containing information on the possible cause and/or reason for SCP-6833‘s creation. Linguistic researchers have translated them from a currently unnamed language. For a full list of retrieved texts, contact a RAISA member.
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Extract of a ripped piece of paper, resembling a part of a newspaper, determined to be published on 2018, recovered 9/1/2022:
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…persons around the world are terrified as more of their water slowly recessed back into the seabed. The mysterious gigantic whirlpool that now resides at the North Aerophobic Sea is rapidly decreasing the sea level of the entire planet, causing disastrous effects on naval transportation on goods, killing an unbelievable majority of sea-life and enacting mass hysteria and riots on countries all over the world. The origins of the Giant Aerophobic Whirlpool are not entirely known, but scientists theorize that it may be caused by gravity-based weapons from the Great Gracilicutual War, but analysers cannot confirm. Investigation by the World Collaboration of Nations‘s Environmental Division are ongoing.
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Extract of a document found in an administrative building at a SCP-6833-B municipality, determined to be written on 2018, recovered 10/1/2022:
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FOR THE OFFICE OF THE PROTEOTERIAN STATE OF BABELALES‘S HIGHEST MINISTER
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Dear Minister,
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I greatly apologize for communicating with you on such unprecedented times, but we may have found a proper solution to this whole mess. My own agents discovered an unnatural gateway at the [UNTRANSLATABLE; COVERED IN SCRIBBLES]. The things we saw in the other side were horrifying, we have never seen anything like it. Completely different biomass, creatures with unfamiliar attributes, an awfully reeking atmosphere, we even saw signs of intelligent civilizations. But everything was just so big. Even when my full army accessed the dimension, it felt insignificant in contrast to the size of everything. It was unsuitable for habitation.
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However, that is not what make this peculiar place special for us. You see, one of my commander‘s teams accessed some underground dungeons in that dimension. It was a hideous, disgusting catacomb filled with foul-smells and lost critters and its purpose appeared unknown. That changed until we encountered a wide canal of some sort, where we found it. Our seawater, it was here. We didn’t recognize at first since it was contaminated with other materials and its yellow coloration was almost gone, but we could smell its presence. We tried to get as much clean seawater we could, but unfortunately it got too mixed with the other liquids. I almost thought we lost our only chance to restore the ocean, but one of my researchers discovered the possible origin of the fluid. It’s from the animals. I know, it seems ridiculous, but my team saw one of those creatures disposing fresh water on the ground. We analyzed it and everything, it was the same liquid.
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This is a miracle, High Minister. This dimension could be the key to saving our civilization from collapse. But we need to study this environment much more before we have any idea how this place works. So I, Grand Chancellor of the Ozemo Republic, propose that our governments and their allies work together on devising a plan to extract the ocean water out of the foreign reality for the recovery of bacterial-kind. I hope you respond soon, High Minister. Time is of the essence here.
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Best Regards.
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Grand Chancellor Plamctom Laeia, Ozemo Republic
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Extract of a document contained in a briefcase of a SCP-6833-B instance, captured by Foundation miniscule drones, recovered 13/1/2022:
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OPERATION RECLAMATION
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OFF-WORLD INTERACTION REPORT #24
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A dangerous decrease in purchases in the past month has been observed. Analysis revealed that a majority of online sales of the substance become automatically deleted soon after upload. Owners of online-shopping websites claim that they were not aware of the removal of our products. The legitimacy of these claims are under investigation.
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On a different note, the newspaper company Sincere Country Post has attemped to communicate with us for the fourth time, despite our previous denials. While this level of media attention is a positive sign of the substance's increasing popularity, this group is getting dangerously close from uncovering our operation by insisting on entering our base. Investigators have been tasked with researching this company so that a proper plan to dispose of them can be formed.
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END REPORT
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Extract of a digital text message received to a Foundation minuscule drone, before shortly losing contact with command due to a crash of its system. Written in English. Received in 15/1/2022.
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Dear "SCP Foundation",
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For several decades, our world was slowly dying. Our ocean, the essential component of our planet, was being drained away by a gigantic, unnatural whirlpool. Nothing that we can come up with could stop it and, after not much long, most of our civilization had lost hope and accepted their fate.
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However, after searching for various realities to escape to, we found your world. And with it we found a gift from the gods, an endless suply of our homeworld sea-water. Finally, we discovered a chance to prevent the apocalypse and save our world. After complicated research, planning and strategy, we could succefully extract the liquids from your species harmlessly and bring it to our lands. We thought that it was finally done, an era of suffering was coming to an end and nothing else could get in our way.
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Of course, we would soon be proven wrong when you found out about us: stealing our pills, disrupting our sales, trespassing our world and causing worldwide hysteria. Do you have any sympathy for our suffering? It's not as if you were not aware. We know what kind of documents you've been peeking behind our backs. We just wish to bring back our majestic golden sea, let our people bathe in the warm fluids of the sunny ocean, submerge ourselves in its blonde glory, splashing others with it in playful games for hours, and hunt the delicious fish swimming on its surface and consume its wet, moist body. Can't you just relate to that? Don't you have your own ocean too?
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We will not take this abuse any further. If you continue to withhold our chance of survival from us, we will have no choice but to fight back. This is war.
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Warmest regards,
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Addemdum 3 - Timeline of Incidents: After significant deployment of Foundation equipment in SCP-6833-A. Various incidents have transpired that altered the anomaly and diminished Foundation resources.
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There are 46 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. All of them are contained.
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16/01/2022
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Several instances of stationary Foundation monitoring equipment are simultaneously made inoperable, as various SCP-6833-B instances search for and manually remove them. Mobile drones are not targeted.
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Additional aerieal vehicles deployed. Installing touch-sensitive electric shock mechanisms on remaining surveillance cameras.
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17/01/2022
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Vehicles owned by Microatic Labortories are seen parking near Site-215's above-ground cover building, remaining still for long lengths of time and leaving when security personnel attempt contact.
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A 200 meter security perimeter around Site-215 has been established in cover of road renovation.
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23/01/2022
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Several local county televison channels had their signal intruded with sudden commercials for SCP-6833. These are the first instances of SCP-6833 advertisements broadcasted in television instead of the internet.
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The Department of Anomalous Broadcasting has been notified of the hijackings in the most affected channels and is working with local broadcast regulators to remove any commercials.
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There are 177 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 65 of them are contained.
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24/01/2022
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Site-215's computer network suffered a 'mixed threat' cyberattack after Janitor Josh Randal downloaded an unauthorized application, appearing as a poorly made SCPiNET word processor, in the terminal inside an unrelevant researcher's quarters while Josh was cleaning its floor. The application was sent by email from the address of Microatic Labortories. The attacks resulted in the malfunction of remote control network servers, causing all mobile drones in SCP-6833-A to become inoperable.
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Technical personnel have been assigned to repair all affected servers. Janitor Josh had his employment terminated and was subjected to SCP-6833-1 containment procedures.
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27/01/2022
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A partial minority of SCP-6833-1 civilians report sensing a humming sensation in their pelvis, following by minor headaches. When personnel attempted to interview subjects later, interviewees kept suggesting to consume SCP-6833 and could not respond to any question without mentioning the item.
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SCP-6833-1 instances exhibiting these symptoms had their wormholes investigated. Surgeons discovered that a mechanical device was installed at the threshold of the portals, emitting telepathic signals to the consumer’s brain. Containment procedures updated.
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28/01/2022
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35 internet celebrities, most of which reside in Salt Lake City, created videos sponsored by SCP-6833. When interviewed, they claimed that Microatic Labortories contacted them by email and offered a high-sum of money for the advertisement, the specific number of which varied by each individual. Investigation of these emails revealed that they obtained a cognitohazard, and no actual transaction was made.
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The sponsored content was deleted, although with slight delay due to the unexpected change of advertising method, and interviewed citizens were amnesticized. Civilians exposed to the videos were located all across the U.S, and a nation-wide hunt for imminent SCP-6833-1 subjects was necessary. Containment procedures updated to assign extra facilities for the containment of SCP-6833-1.
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There are 684 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 329 of them are contained.
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30/01/2022
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The FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit performed a raid on the headquarters of Microatic Laboratories, after learning of the items effects on citizens across the USA. UIU field reports revealed that besides security personnel, the inside of the warehouse was vacant and no offices were established inside the building, with only machinery built for producing SCP-6833 being discovered.The process of SCP-6833 production was similar to the manufacturing of non-anomalous tablets, however the source of the powder used to create the items could not be found, as these materials appered to come from a wormhole which demanifests when personnel attempted to approach it.. Security guards were found to be SCP-6833-1 instances, which were telepathically manipulated by the same devices seen in contained instances to prevent entry to the building.
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UIU has comandeered all SCP-6833-1 civilians to the Foundation, and has dismantled production machinery from the warehouse. However, soon after this operation, four more locations were seeing transporting SCP-6833 in various markets. Efforts to storm these areas were underway.
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02/02/2022
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At exactly 3:21 PM (MT), the logo and brand name of SCP-6833 became memetic. Individuals knowledgeble of them will receive a mental desire to acquire and consume SCP-6833, which becomes more difficult to resist as time progresses. Hundreds of personnel assinged to SCP-6833 have been affected.
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Foundation memeticists are developing cures to all infected personnel and civilians through covert insertion of counter-cognitohazards in mainstream media. SCP-6833's title has been redacted in Foundation documentation. Containment procedures updated.
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05/02/2022
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During various surgeries removing telepathic machines from the wormholes of SCP-6833-1 individuals, projectiles of unknown make were launched out of the bladders of subjects, pursuing the heads of medical personnel nearby and disrupting entire operations. This resulted in 12 casualties across all assigned sites.
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Removal of telepathic machines will only be done by UAVs in SCP-6833-A.
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There are 1,359 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 482 of them are contained.
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12/02/2022
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A electrical outage caused a severe containment breach in Site-215 that released a multitude of high-risk anomalies and SCP-6833-1 instances. Most instances have been neutralized while others escaped the facility entirely through the catastrophe.
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An investigation began after the breach was resolved, which revealed that SCP-6833-1-29 (Josh Randal) escaped from security personnel while being transferred to a different site, located his confiscated keys in his janitorial closet and accessed rooms containing electrical equipment, before destroying them by pure force. SCP-6833-1-29 died by electrical shock as a result. It is presumed the subject was telepathically manipulated.
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15/02/2022
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The Class-A Wormholes of four individual SCP-6833-1 subjects, each in different assinged sites, had suddenly increased their diameter 2 meters beyond the human bodies, perfectly slicing their pelvis and lower torso region, causing all civilians to die of blood loss shortly after. A sheet of paper was emitted out the portal before it demanifested, which showcased a written threat by SCP-6833-B instances to commit the exact event to all current SCP-6833-1 individuals if all containment efforts are not discontinued.
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There are 3,821 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 12 of them are contained.
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Addemdum 4 - Diplomatic Meeting: Due to the possibility of an anomalous mass murder and breach of the Veil protocol, as well as the inefficient upgrades to the current containment procedures, the Overseer Council prepared an emergency meeting with all department heads to deescalate the situation. The Department of External Affairs Director Winter McCormick recommended that a Foundation diplomat be personally sent to SCP-6833-A to conduct negotiations for peace with SCP-6833-B. After a high-majority vote, McCormick's proposal was granted in the condition that the resulting discussion with the anomalies would prevent the resurgence of SCP-6833 in the public.
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After a long electronic message exchange with SCP-6833-B political leaders, a personal meeting was planned in a deserted island location in SCP-6833-A. Foundation Diplomat Garnett Allan was assigned to engage with the entities, and had their size anomalously reduced to allow entry through a miniature wormhole. Garnet Allan, accompanied by operatives of Mobile Task Force Eta-0 ("Toy Soldiers").A military force that specializes in traversing areas and realities too small for regularly-sized humans to explore, requiring members to be anomalously shrunked down in specific sizes depending on the location. for security, was transported to SCP-6833-A in a functional shrunked instance of the SCPS Purus submarine, after a surgical procedure succesfully inserted the vessel in SCP-6833-1-42's bladder.
Mission: Negotiate a resolution with the entities that would sufficiently contain the anomaly without the risk of interdimensional warfare. The Foundation may exchange any materials negotiated if approved by the Overseer Council.
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Foreword: All personnel are wearing Specialized Shrinking Suits to prevent suffocation, hypothermia and blindness from having extremely reduced sizes. Garnet was instructed to turn on his body camera when the SCPS Purus was nearing its destination.
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[RECORDING STARTS]
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[The camera activates to an interior view of the SCPS Purus, lightened only by red lights. MTF-Eta-0 operatives stand on the side of the walls, with two of them, "CROW" and "BLAZE", close to Garnet. He is breathing slowly.]
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Commander Kazimir: [Through a speaker:] -ation. I repeat, we are reaching our destination. Prepare for exit in 1 minute.
η-0|CROW: I suggest that you to stay behind us at all times when talking to these things. They are causing a mess back in baseline, I bet they wouldn't hesitate to kill you on the spot.
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Garnet: Thank you, but it won't be neccessary. I'm not that concerned about any attacks, they seem to value our lives at former times.
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η-0|CROW: I don't know sir, they are threatening a nation-wide murder. I don't have a good feeling about this, I think it's best to stay cautious.
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Garnet: Well I do not believe their threats, they wouldn't waste… "resources" in this manner. I am confident that it is nothing but a bluff. Trust me, this session can go much better if you allow me to approach them closer.
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[Brief 1.5 seconds of silence]
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η-0|BLAZE: Do what he says, Crow. He's a proffesional, he knows what he's doing.
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η-0|CROW: [Stuttering:] Yeah, yea- alright. Sorry about that, it's just… this whole situation got me stressed out man.
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Garnet: It's fine, I understand what you mean. Let's hope today will be the end of this for good.
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[After 20 seconds, the machinery of SCPS Purus appears to stop and both members exit the submarine through its hatch before all other MTF operatives. The light-yellow evening sky of SCP-6833-A is revealed, as well as a beach of orange-yellow land composed of stones. In the distance, a crowd of SCP-6833-B are present, with one of them (SCP-6833-B-073) approaching the MTF-Eta-0 army slowly.]
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[Garnet steps onto the ground and walks up to the entity closely. BLAZE and CROW are behind him.]
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[The entity adjusts a ring shaped device that surrounds its "head", which resultantly beeps. SCP-6833-B-073's entire body vibrates and a modulated voice is heard.]
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SCP-6833-B-073:Welcome, human! It's a pleasure to meet one of you in person.
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Garnet: Good day to you aswell. I am Garnet Allan, representing the SCP Foundation, and you are Mister…?
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B-073:Please, just call me Marinisomatota Chrysiogene.
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Garnet: Uh, of course, gladly.
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B-073:Thank you. So, let's not waste any more time. If I recall, you have a peaceful proposition to us that could solve our issue?
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Garnet: Correct. After much thought, our organization has developed plans for a more acceptable end to our conflict, one that does not result in our bladders getting sliced, as you have delightfully promised.
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B-073:I can confirm that we genuinely mean that. Fortunately, you are wise enough to appeal to our interests instead and trade to us your 'disposals'. That is what you are proposing, right?
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Garnet: Indeed. If you see in this diagram right… here…
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[Garnet removes a tube-shape container from his backpack, opening it to showcase a rolled up piece of paper, enscribed with illustrasions. He directs the diagram towards SCP-6833-B-073.]
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Garnet: …there we go. As you can see here, we have plans to constuct various alternate plumbing routes inside the sewers of highly-populated human centers, which will direct targeted fluids to Foundation facil—
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B-073:Excuse me for me interrupting, Garnet. But I am afraid this plan is futile.
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[Brief second of silence.]
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Garnet: I— Umm, I beg your pardon?
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B-073:There's a major flaw in here. You're letting it go bad.
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Garnet: …go bad?
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B-073:There's something in your atmosphere that diminishes the quality of our seawater into an unacceptable state. In all our tests, sealife submerged into it would not survive for a day. That's why it has to be taken straight from the bladder.
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Garnet: And… and you didn't mentioned this to us at all?
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B-073:We didn't think we needed to, we thought you would just let us distribute the tablets?
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Garnet: There is no way my superiors would accept that. Damnit, I guess this plan is scrapped then.
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B-073:This does not mean we will have to go back to war, right?
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Garnet: …unfortunately I can't say for sure.
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B-073:This is outrageous, Garnet! We have millions of lives here at stake and you're withholding our only chance of salvation for what? A measley portal inside of you?
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Garnet: It's more complicated than that, it could disrupt norm—
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B-073:I don't even know why it bothers you that much, I thought you humans would like not having to 'do your business' all the time!
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Garnet: Ple— [Silence.] Look, I am sorry you feel this way, but we just can't let anomalies out to the public! It could cause public hysteria if people see others being able to avoid micturation, this disruption of normalcy is going to cause chaos!
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B-073:Well our customers weren't bothered by it. Can't you just… I don't know, just tell them to keep it a secret?
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Garnet: That would take too much effort to keep track of that many people. And we can't just let civilians be aware of 'one' anomaly only. It would be too much of an information breach. [Exhale.] I'm sorry mister, but I'm afraid I'll have to cancel our…
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[Brief 2.5 seconds pause.]
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B-073:Yes?
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Garnet: Wait. I think… I have an idea of how this could work.
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[FURTHER DATA REDACTED]
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Afterword: All personnel were safely transported back to baseline reality without casualty. After the meeting, Diplomat Garnet Allan developed Proposal-6833 for consinderation from the Overseer Council. The contents of Proposal-6833 are classified Level 5/Top Secret.
Special Containment Procedures:As all instances of SCP-693 are considered Safe, Researchers involved in testing may keep any instance of SCP-693 in their office. After Incident 693/A/050, all instances of SCP-693 are to be returned to regulation containment locker 12C-K when not in use.
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As of Incident 693/E, all instances of SCP-693 have been reclassified as Euclid. As such, each instance of SCP-693 is to be contained in a separate steel containment box, measuring 25 cm x 25 cm x 25 cm. Each containment box is still to be stored inside regulation containment locker 12C-K.
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When testing on SCP-693, it is imperative that only hair from the head of the subject be used. At no point should any researcher directly access SCP-693 when it is in an attuned state. All hair should be removed from SCP-693 by the D-Class involved in its testing before it is returned to researchers.
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Description: SCP-693 is a series of 18 cm humanoid dolls, each one made from a single strand of string, with beads of onyx for eyes. Several instances of SCP-693 have varied forms of clothing, from string shirts or pants to cloth headbands and hats. The clothing appears to have no effect on the properties of the doll. New instances of SCP-693 are found with an instruction sheet attached, the contents of which are detailed in Addendum 693/A.
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SCP-693 reacts as a normal string doll until such a time as a piece of hair from the head of a still living human being is placed in a loop of its string, a process referred to as attunement. (For reactions to having hair from a deceased individual used, please see Addendum 693/B.) At this point, the doll begins to move of its own volition, portraying the current actions of whoever it is attuned to. SCP-693 also projects all statements made by said individual, as if it were them. The doll reliably portrays all actions and speech of the attuned individual for a period of nine days.
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After nine days, the SCP becomes unreliable in both actions and speech. Depending on the color of base string, the doll will seek to drive its current owner (owner in this case referring to whomever placed the hair in the doll, not the attuned individual) to his death, by inaccurately depicting the actions of its attuned individual. Colors and actions are as follows:
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Red- Seeks to anger its owner into increasingly violent fits of rage.
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Blue- Seeks to send its owner into bouts of depression, leading to suicide.
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Yellow- Encourages its owner to engage in acts of un-reciprocated lust.
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Black- Encourages its owner into increasingly dangerous situations.
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If an instance of SCP-693 is successful in causing the death of its owner, a new instance of SCP-693 will be found on the owners' body.
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The Foundation currently has in containment seven red instances, ten blue instances, five yellow instances and one black instance.
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Addendum 693/A: Transcript of Included Instructions: "Congratulations on your purchase of a genuine Knotty Stalker! Do you love someone, but they won't give you the time of day? Do you wish you could hear what they say about you behind their back? Well wonder no more! Using this fantabulous product, you can keep track of your loved ones' every move, their every word! All you have to do is get a single hair from the head of the object of your desires, slip it under a loose string on our Knotty Stalker, and see what you're missing! Another wonderful product brought to you by The Factory."
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Addendum 693/B: Concerning the use of hair from a deceased subject: When hair from a deceased subject is used to attune an instance of SCP-693, the doll no longer passively represents actions taken by the attuned. Instead, SCP-693 purports to be the deceased, acting as a guide to the owner. Again, at the nine day mark, SCP-693 becomes unreliable, attempting to ensure the death of its owner.
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Incident 693/A/050: On ██/██/████, Director G█████ left two instances of SCP-693 in his office. Director G█████ had recently been the recipient of SCP-050. An hour after leaving his office, the Director was summoned back by security due to a smoke alarm being triggered inside his office. Upon entering, the Director found SCP-050 on his desk, beside an ashtray which was found to hold the ashes of both instances of SCP-693. The ashes had been crafted to spell 'Your welcome.'(sic) As of this Incident, instances of SCP-693 are not allowed to be left in researchers' personal space.
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Incident 693/E: On ██/██/████, Junior Researcher West returned an instance of SCP-693 to the proper containment locker. West had failed to properly remove the hair from the doll. When the locker was next open, all instances of SCP-693 within were gathered around the attuned doll. Said doll had been crucified upside down against the wall of the locker. It is unknown where the SCPs acquired nails.
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Addendum 693/C: After leaving a camera inside the containment locker, it appears that instances of SCP-693 become mobile when not directly observed. While no further outbreaks of violence occurred, unattuned instances of SCP-693 have been shown to go through the actions of the last thirty minutes of the life of their most recent owner. At this point, SCP-693 has been reclassified Euclid, and will be locked in separate containers inside the containment locker.
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Incident 693/P: On ██/██/████, Researcher Cole attempted to have D-693/4523 attune SCP-693-R-12 using a pubic hair from D-693/43. The SCP began to move as normal, then stopped. It tilted its head downwards for approximately a minute, then raised its head to look at Researcher Cole. SCP-693 is reported to have said [DATA EXPUNGED] at which point a clean up crew was sent to the testing chamber. Researcher Cole has been reassigned to medical for psychiatric care, and the two D-class were terminated ahead of schedule.
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Addendum 693/D: Multiple requests by several Mobile Task Forces have been made to use SCP-693 in conjunction with Anomalous Object #1115 to allow for increased spying capabilities against persons of interest. Requests are currently in review.
SCP-6989 — Clouds and Clouds, All Around
+Written by Jack Waltz and Machen2.
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Something we grinded out in an hour or two, very short and Series I-esque, we know. But we still hope you'll like it! Special thanks to Ethagon, MoreMuffins, MirageTD and Doctor Fullham! They were a great help in the process of critting this piece.
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Inspired by Tyranids if it wasn't obvious already ;)
+NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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This file is outdated following the addition of two incident logs and discoveries made through progressive research into the anomaly. A new revision is currently being drafted by the Records And Information Security Administration.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6989 cannot be physically contained due to its size and nature.
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Distributed Task Force λ-10 ("Cloud Watchers")1 is to track SCP-6989 and initiate the authorised amnestication protocols if the need arises. Research into the anomaly is currently in progress headed by the task force.
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Description: SCP-6989 is a single cumulonimbus cloud with a base length of approximately 2 km and a height of 1 km. Its base is always elliptical and does not alter through any known circumstances. It has been seen merging with many clouds but does not seem to grow any bigger itself after many observations conducted by λ-10.
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SCP-6989 is fully composed of water droplets and ice crystals but has not been observed to produce any form of precipitation2 and is constantly in motion. With λ-10's observation reports, it has been noted that SCP-6989 appears to be attracted to areas with high atmospheric humidity.
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SCP-6989 can activate unusually localised and powerful electromagnetic pulses affecting even shielded electronics. This ability only affects technology within itself and does not affect any area outside the cloud. This has made an internal analysis of the cloud impossible. RADAR scans have also been hindered by an unknown source within SCP-6989.
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Discovery: SCP-6989 was detected following an unidentified object breaching Earth's atmosphere on the 22nd of January 2021. It was located by weather radars after a cumulonimbus cloud manifested unnaturally in the local area. The connection between both events has not yet been concluded as a coincidence and an investigation is still in progress.
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Incident 6989.01 (2021/02/26): SCP-6989 came to the Global Occult Coalition's attention following the unnatural disappearance of a rainstorm over Miami, Florida. SCP-6989 had entered the vicinity and consumed a cumulonimbus cloud which was causing the storm over the city. A Lethe operation3 on the city was swiftly instigated.
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With the GOC's arrival, they immediately began preparations to initiate a decommissioning attempt on the anomaly. DTF λ-10 was unable to dissuade arriving GOC forces and all task force members were apprehended and detained.
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The GOC utilised altered missile technology4 to strike SCP-6989. The first three detonated successfully after entering SCP-6989 and the fourth and fifth seemed to make contact with a solid surface within the cloud. Immediately after, a high-pitched piercing noise was emitted by SCP-6989 and several appendages, with a resemblance to those of cephalopodic organisms, descended from SCP-6989 and assaulted the GOC forces below. Projectiles consisting of dense biological matter fell from SCP-6989 with considerable force and the cloud retained a bluish tint following this exchange which soon disappeared.
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A joint operation between the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition was quickly initiated following the incident. The Foundation began assisting the Global Occult Coalition in attempts to neutralise the anomaly.
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Incident 6989.02 (2021/02/28): SCP-6989 was seen attempting to subsume another cumulonimbus cloud. As preparations for heavy artillery bombardment were made, the cloud SCP-6989 attempted to subsume unleashed multiple appendages and impaled SCP-6989. It appeared to be struggling, and the cloud quickly merged and consumed SCP-6989.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-699 is to be kept in a standard 8 m x 8 m x 5 m research bay, which was built around the object in the sub-basement of Site-83. The object shall be guarded at all times by two Level 1 personnel who have had a “negative” reaction to the object (see below) and have shown no interest in opening it. In addition, the artifact is to be kept under video surveillance at all times.
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Unauthorized attempts to open SCP-699 will be met with severe disciplinary procedures, up to and including termination. Any signs of an escape attempt by the contents of SCP-699 must immediately be reported to a Level 4 staff member, so that further containment procedures can be initiated. Any containment breach is to be met with full force.
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Description: SCP-699 is a clear rectangular case 2.5 m x 1.5 m x 1 m in size. Engraved on one side is the SCP Foundation “Keter” symbol, and “SCP-17591.” The artifact appears to be plexiglass, but is in fact a super-dense polymer much stronger and heavier than any material currently manufactured. The weight of the object is estimated at 24,000 kg. SCP-699 shows no seams in its construction, and no obvious means of opening it. It has resisted all attempts to open, damage, or acquire a sample of the material it is composed of. Attempts to acquire a small sample of the material so that it can be reproduced are ongoing.
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The contents of SCP-699 are under investigation and currently in dispute among researchers. The contents of SCP-699 are apparently telepathic and appear differently to most observers, depending upon their desires and psychological state.
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90% of observers see the contents in a positive way – as something they want to possess or to release. These viewers have reported seeing precious metals, artwork, family members, pets, religious figures, and apparently useful technology contained in SCP-699, and experience a strong desire to open the container.
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Approximately 9% of observers have a “negative” reaction to SCP-699’s contents, and view something frightening or dangerous. Reported contents have included spiders, snakes, demonic humanoids, and other dangerous SCP artifacts, including SCP-███. These observers do not exhibit any desire to release the contents of SCP-699.
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Two observers, Dr. ████, and Dr. ██████, have observed the same thing when viewing SCP-699 — they claim it is entirely empty.
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The contents of SCP-699 are capable of appearing in different forms simultaneously to multiple observers. Other than the form-masking telepathy, and the transmission of a desire to be released, SCP-699 has not attempted to communicate with anyone.
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Addendum: SCP-699 was first discovered when it appeared in the third-floor break room of Site-83, at 3:14am on █/█/20██. Due to its weight, it immediately crashed through several floors of the site, landing undamaged in the sub-basement. Unfortunately, it caused $█ million in damage to the building, released SCP-███, and SCP-███ was crushed beneath it upon landing. SCP-699 is too heavy to move without causing major structural damage to Site-83, so containment was built around it.
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A partial report on SCP-699 was found attached to the artifact:
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Item: SCP-17591
+Object Class: Keter
+Date of Capture: 7/6/2455
+Researcher-in-Charge: Dr. ████ B████
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7/6/2455 SCP-17591, who calls [report damaged] self [report damaged and unreadable] desires to impleme [report damaged]
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referred to as “Protocol Z” within this document. As this is obviously undesirable, and given subject’s ability to [report damaged]
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placed in a standard Keter-class containment vessel.
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Added [DATA EXPUNGED] to containment protocol to prevent [report damaged] after escape/recapture and extensive damage to Site-██. Ability to influ[report damaged] Protocol Z at a distance of 5 [report damaged] for concern.
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8/7/2455 Escape attempts continue. Subversion of Site-███ personnel required termination of Dr. ██████ and Researcher ██████.
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2/7/2466 Escape imminent. Experimental Containment Procedure “T” to be implemented immediately. We believe the inhabitants of the receiving timeline lack the [report damaged] and will for many years.
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[Note from the Records Clerk: I am not about to mess up our database and call this thing SCP-17591. It is SCP-699 until further notice.]
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[Note from O5-█: Do not start tossing recalcitrant/dangerous artifacts into the nearest dimensional portal. It is clearly not safe for many of the items under our control, and there is significant debate among Senior Staff over whether it should ever be done.]
An icosahedral die (d20), frequently used as part of Ritual-7006.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7006 is maintained via annual performance of the Ritual of Absolution (Ritual-7006). Ritual-7006 must be performed exactly once each year, as further detailed in this document.
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If Ritual-7006 is performed unsuccessfully, the Foundation must act according to Level Gamma emergency procedures until the next year arrives.
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Due to its deep connection to the Foundation.Radix: Item has been integrated into the Foundation's command structure. , information regarding SCP-7006 and Ritual-7006 must be kept secret. Groups of Interest external to the Foundation learning of SCP-7006 is considered a failure of the Veil Protocol.
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In the event that Ritual-7006 loses its potence, Foundation thaumatologists are to be employed in order to engineer a new, successful variant of it as soon as is possible.
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The date presently dedicated to the completion of Ritual-7006 is August 1st.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7006 is a powerful thaumaturgical bond which closely links the SCP Foundation to three conceptual entities existing outside of normative reality, maintained and strengthened by the Ritual of Absolution.
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These three entities — classically referred to as the Triad of Absolutes (or: the Triad; the Absolutes) — collectively exert a formidable, generalized influence on the day-to-day affairs and activities of the Foundation at large; this extends to the following areas:
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The influence exerted on the above areas of Foundation activity is, of great note, wholly positive — while a sufficient relationship between the Foundation and the Triad is maintained through Ritual-7006, the Foundation's efforts will, seemingly by chance, yield fruitful results.
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Though both SCP-7006's and the Triad's full history with the Foundation is not known, it is understood that this bond is one that has acted as a longstanding boon for almost the totality of our organization's existence. While SCP-7006 is maintained, the Foundation flourishes. It is presumed that the bond's presence is responsible for propelling the Foundation to the grandiose logistical successes it knows today.
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If Ritual-7006 is not performed during a given year, or fails, SCP-7006's positive effects will begin to diminish; this progresses on an annual basis for an unknown duration, presumably ending with the bond's total severance. According to record, this has never occurred.
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RITUAL-7006: Ritual-7006 (Ritual of Absolution, Ceremony of Absolution, The Providence) is an ornate thaumaturgical procession which alters probability (also known as 'luck', 'chance', 'fate' or ‘destiny’) to favor the Foundation's mission of Securement, Containment, and Protection. This is accomplished through a series of rites which involve several 'lucky' or 'unlucky' items, events, sigils, signifiers, and superstitions. Among these are as follows:
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Ritual-7006, as expressed via recursive iconographic notation.
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The conduction of a lottery among select Foundation staff; the winner is awarded a cash prize, and the winning ticket is torn into sevenths.
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The burning of forty four-leafed clovers atop a ritual pyre, which uses 1/7th of the aforementioned lottery ticket as fuel.
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Flipping a gold coin until it comes up heads ten times in a row, and then biting down on the coin so that it bends in half.
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The temporary retirement of a member of the O5 Council, so that the Council numbers twelve instead of thirteen.
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Conducting no work on Friday the 13th.
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Rolling dice fashioned from magical materials such as human bone and meteorites, and the destruction of such dice that roll below their median more than 50% of the allotted time.
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Performance of Ritual-7006-Warden.
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WARDEN: Ritual-7006-Warden is a unique rite in which the conditions of each Absolute are allegorically appeased inside of a constructed fictional environment. The performance of Ritual-7006-Warden is by far the most difficult and variable part of Ritual-7006, as for it to be effective there must be a non-negligible possibility of failure.
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Ritual-7006-Warden makes use of a role-playing framework recovered by the Foundation from an anomalous "wargames" society operating in England during the late 19th century. Lightly changed by Foundation thaumatologists to suit the needs of Ritual-7006, this framework has proven immensely effective at fulfilling the symbological and ritualistic needs of the Triad in an environment with an efficiently low level of immediate physical consequences.
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Through 7006-Warden, ritualists play the roles of Avatars, together forming a fantastical "party" collectively representing the Foundation, embarking on three missions representing the qualities of each Absolute. Succeeding in these missions (henceforth called "modules") contributes to Ritual-7006's efficiency; if one or more are failed, this likely causes Ritual-7006 as a whole to fail, or to be massively weakened.
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Performances of Ritual-7006-Warden take place atop a Foundation sigil.
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RULESET: A condensed form of Ritual-7006-Warden's rules have been provided below; for a full version, personnel may consult this document.
SAVES:
+Roll d20 equal to or under target Ability. The party at most risk in a contested action makes the save.
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+HP reflects an Avatar's ability to avoid damage (both from Damage and Stress).
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HEALING:
+A quick rest fully restores HP but can leave the Avatars exposed. Ability loss requires a week's rest with medical intervention or magical means.
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+Deprived keeps an Avatar from recovering HP. Being deprived for more than 24hrs adds Fatigue to an Avatar's inventory. Fatigue takes up one slot and lasts until they can recuperate. This can happen multiple times.
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+Avatars each have 10 inventory slots. Most items take up one slot. Bulky items take up two slots and are awkward or difficult to carry. All 10 slots being in use lowers HP to 0.
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+A new spell is created each morning. It is random or is a copy of one from the previous day. Spells take up one item slot. Spells cost one action to cast. One may attempt a CTRL save to retain the spell. If deprived or in danger, a CTRL save may be required to avoid dire consequences. See this table for more details.
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COMBAT:
+All attacks automatically hit. Attackers roll their Stress or Damage die, subtract any protections from Armor (Damage) or Stability (Stress), and deal the remaining total to the opponent's HP. Excess Damage is dealt to STR and excess Stress is dealt to CTRL.
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Unarmed attacks always do 1d4 Damage. Impaired attacks (position of weakness) reduce Damage die to 1d4. Shooting into cover is Impaired. Enhanced attacks (position of advantage) increase Damage die to 1d12. Blast affects all area targets, rolling separately for each.
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Illustration of the six Avatars prepared for this year's 7006-Warden performance.
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AVATARS: Ritual-7006-Warden is intended to be performed with two to six pre-constructed Avatars (player characters, party members) created using the game system, collectively representing aspects of the Foundation. These Avatars are refreshed annually in order to adapt to the changing circumstances befalling the previous year. In-game documentation relating to the Avatars currently in circulation may be found below.
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"Our accomplishments and sacrifices will never be known. We are doomed to obscurity, and I have made peace with this fact."
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Garrote (d4, on Critical Damage, instantly kills humanoid enemies.)
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You don’t get to know about Charlie Smith’s past. Hell, you probably don't even know their real name. And they’re determined to keep it that way. They’re loyal to the Foundation, and to themselves. They’re determined to keep all details about their past as secret as possible. Judging from the lighter they carry around, they might be a smoker.
This Avatar's attacks are brutal enough that, when Damage they deal decreases HP to 0 or lower, they deal a d4 blast to all enemies in combat. Additionally, this Avatar deals d6 Damage with an unarmed strike instead of d4.
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"It is sometimes the only option to keep the world safe. I am haunted by what I have seen, and afraid that one day, I'll revel in it."
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What do you get when you throw six serial killers, three of the most bloodthirsty warlords in history, and a demigod into a blender? The answer is likely ‘a mess’, and that’s not the worst description for Bellona-7.
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She was grown in secret by Project Bellona, a blackbox so tight the Ethics Committee didn’t know about it until she slaughtered fifty people. She’s a chimerical homunculus, whose essence is composed of some of the worst serial killers the Foundation has ever dealt with, three ruthless generals, and the Daevite demigod Ab-Leshal. She was grown to be in peak physical condition at twenty-five years of age, but nobody counted on her being intelligent.
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The Foundation required a brute who responded to chemical signals and electrical stimulus. They were gifted with a predator who learned to read at three days old, learned to escape her cell at four days old, and killed her ‘father’, the head of Project Bellona, before the month was out. Since then, she’s been used by the Foundation to eliminate… ‘priority targets’. By all accounts, she’s a pleasant person to talk to, but she is brutal, and absolutely ruthless in combat.
This Avatar has two additional inventory slots, making a total of 12.
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"I know the contents of every cell, and the names of all their inhabitants, and they know me. I know how to use my prisoners for good, or for ill."
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Kukri Blade (d6)
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Magic | Heart Wave: A wave of force inflicts a d6 Stress Blast on any creature in the area possessing a heart.
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Magic | Revolting Sphere: Conjures a ball, or large lump, of something utterly disgusting. Entities must roll a CTRL save or take d8 Stress.
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Orville was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has spent every day disgusted at the taste. His father was a museum curator, and he was always told to follow in his footsteps and keep the family tradition alive. However, in the process of growing his collection, he ran afoul of a certain organization.
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An artifact brought to him from the far east was found to be trafficked by an insurgent organization working against the Foundation. The artifact, a small piece of jade shaped like a pill, let off an aura that beckoned whoever was near it to consume it. Orville kept it locked under glass, which seemed to abate the effect. However, the artifact’s properties were known to the Foundation, who soon came knocking.
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Orville was reluctant to part with it, but part with it he did — or he attempted to, at any rate. Instead, he found himself absently stuffing the pill down his throat while explaining its anomalous properties. From that day, a single command overrode his psyche: Collect. He did not know what to Collect, or why. But when the Foundation saw this change, they offered him either surgery and amnesticization, or a position.
Once in each Combat, this Avatar may roll an opposed CTRL Save. On a success, they are able to analyze enemy weaknesses, and may personally declare up to three attacks by either themselves or other Avatars to deal maximum damage.
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"What good is hoarding all of this knowledge if we do not put it to use? The secrets of the universe are just behind this door, that door. I will be damned if they are kept from me."
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Magic | Hastening Crystal: Conjures a tetrahedral prism that bathes her allies in light. Those caught in this light act before all enemies, and roll two dice for DEX saves, taking the more favorable result.
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Jewelry (Carved from her own bones. +1 Stability.)
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Imani was never a healthy child. From a young age, she was plagued with all sorts of afflictions, and no matter how much medicine her mother gave her, none of it seemed to work. This was because Imani’s affliction was spiritual — she was being haunted by a creature that none could see.
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When she read that charms of bone can repel evil, she carved a charm using a piece of her own skull (since replaced by metal plates) and managed to destroy her tormentor. In doing so, her health vastly improved — so vastly, in fact, that the Foundation came calling soon after.
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Today she is known for her immense dedication to the parascientific method, a master of both normative and anormative fields.
"Despite all the evils in this world, I still find endless beauty in it. Am I mad? Perhaps. But as long as the sun shines, and the moon glows, the feeling will not fade."
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Book (Filled with scribbled names in another's handwriting. Indestructible.)
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Bayan Novak wanted to be a storyteller for as long as he could remember. Not necessarily a writer, but someone who catalogs stories and chronicles of all eras, and helps proliferate them back into the world. He collected first editions of novels, went on digs in ancient archaeological sites, and worked tirelessly to make sure that the best and oldest stories stayed in circulation.
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Bayan’s story involves a book full of names, one he’s had since childhood. It was given to him by a woman with vibrant green eyes — an old guardian — who gave him his mission to be a storyteller. His name is inside the book, but it is transient, travelling from page to page, cover to cover. There are seven-hundred and seventy-six other names in the book, storytellers all; he often finds the names crossed out, and the storytellers dead, vanished, or somehow corrupted.
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He discovered the Foundation after investigating a name linked to them, and was abruptly exposed to the wider world of the anomalous. Bayan accepted the supernatural with open arms, for he knows that the only way to unravel the secret of his book is to find the woman who gave it to him, and to do that, he must become familiar with this new world.
If this Avatar receives Critical Damage, they may make a CTRL Save. On a success, they may continue to stand and fight until their STR reaches 0. They still require aid to not perish within the hour.
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"We are a shield. I have seen what happens when we falter, and I will never let it happen again."
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Field Surgery Kit (Allows for a single stat to be restored fully 3 times.)
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Eztli chose their name, because they had been robbed of everything else.
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Growing up, they learned hard, cruel lessons about pain and misery, and vowed that they would save others from such experiences when they were able. To that end, they became a medic, working on the battlefield to save lives and alleviate suffering.
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Etzli has, until now, killed two people: the first, they shot in defense of a patient. The second, they let die on an operating table after they heard the patient laughing, gloating about how they had the ability to make their war last for an eternity, and consume the continent. The patient demonstrated this by causing two other patients in the same tent — who had been recovering — to keel over in a pool of their own blood.
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"We have everything to lose, but everything to gain. Each time we test our luck, we inch closer to oblivion — but inaction leads us into the dark.
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Our power rests upon a pinpoint of divine intervention. We need to make sure that pinpoint stays right where it is, for all our sakes."
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The Parable of the Warden
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What games do gods play?
+Is the thunder the clatter of their dice in a cup?
+Is the wind the motion of their arms as they draw a card?
+Are earthquakes the shifting of their board?
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Their whims, we thought, were out of our control.
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What games do gods play?
+They play with our lives.
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What if the thunder is just sound following light?
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NOTE: It is heavily advised that ritualists operate Ritual-7006-Warden on a capable desktop device. Handheld devices are not recommended.
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Prints 7080-2-3 to 7080-2-5, taken on 12/1/2014, Areas of interest circled in red. Taken with "Philosopher Mk. II"
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Special Containment Procedures: Project Philosopher is to continue development of SCP-7080.
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Description: SCP-7080 is a device capable of imaging human consciousness within the brain. SCP-7080 uses Magnetic Resonance Imaging1 in tandem with taking snapshots of the subject's noosphere2 in order to produce heat maps of consciousness within the brain.
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SCP-7080 was created as a result of Dr. Joseph Locke's3 research efforts during Project Philosopher, a project dedicated to mapping out the noosphere of individuals. Development of said project began on 3/17/2014, with research still ongoing within Site-90.
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Early iterations of SCP-7080 consisted of Noosphere Imaging Devices integrated within MRI machines, however iterations SCP-7080-6 and later are portable enough to be carried by individuals on their person, allowing for all-day imaging.
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Further Information is Locked Behind Level 3 Access.
Addendum 7080-1: The following are some research notes of Dr. Isabella Kant, a member of Project Philosopher. Standard protocol was not followed as these notes were personal in nature. Note that these notes are transcribed exactly as written
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11/27/2014,
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+7080 Mk. II is almost comptele. It looks alot like an MRI machine. We'll test it tmrw. Joeseph says we should name the thing Philosopher, so it would be "Philosopher Mk. II" instaed of the boring "SCP-7080-2".
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+11/28/2014,
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+Mk. II tests today. Strapped a monkey onto the table and sent the big guy in4. Felt vry nervous watching monitors, just waiting for error to pop up like it did with Mk. I. I think evryone was nervous. But no error popped up, and a print came out of the printer!
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+Thank god that happened, didn't want to feel defeated going into the weekend.
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12/2/2014
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+Mk. II works, but it still has a long way to go. looks like Mk. II also picks up on something else, we're thinking generic brain activity. On the prints, it's indistinguishable from consciousness, and so it obstructs our view.
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+Still, there are new findings abt conciousness with Mk. II. Conciousness is located towards the front of the brain, with most theorizing it's located in the prefrontal cortex. We cant confirm this because the generic brain activity is blocking our view of the edges of conciousness.
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+Hopefully these problems will be fixed by Mk. III
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2/26/2015
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+Mk. III Debut tests today, testing on more monkeys. Brain fog5 very much reduced but still there, within the sides of the brain. Joe6 says we need more tests before we can move onto humans, but I think it's good enough.
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3/4/2015
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+First human trials today. Something badworrying weird happened.
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+Output was weird. Consciousness was fading in the middle of that d-classe's brain. We thought that couldn't be possible7.
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+3/5/2015
+More human trials today. Middle fading was present with all of them. Some had it wider, some had it thinner, but it was there.
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3/16/2015
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+Testing unconsciousness today. We had some knocked out D's8. brains scanned. As expected, nothing detected anywhere in the brain.
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3/18/2015
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+There was a hiccup in today's testing. We were scanning an unconscious D, when the output prints got messed up. Looks like half of the print showed a fully unconscious brain, and the other half showed what we assume to be a brain in the process of waking up. We only realized this when the D was taken out of the machine and was seen to be struggling against the straps.
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3/23/2015
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+That mistake a few days ago inspired us to look into half-consciousness more. We had some Ds fall asleep and wake up in the machine. Output was… weird. While fallin asleep or waking up, if we managed to capture a snap, we could see that consciousness appeared in two separate places, each in the left or right side of the brain. Then they would grow, eventually looking like normal consciousness again. We're theorizing about the machine not being able to detect some faint middle-conciousness.
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+In other news, Joe's thinking about making a weapon that'll wipe out consciousness for a short while. Something about manipulating the noosphere.
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3/26/2015
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+Testing halted. We'll be working on the Philosopher Mk. IV from now on. There's also a small sub-team of us who'll be working on Joe's weapon idea. It's been dubbed "Epiphany."
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6/15/2015
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+Mk. IV Prototype done. We'll test it tmrw.
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+6/16/2015
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+Now there's middle fading even on the monkeys. Shit.
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+6/17/2015
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+Even though we haven't gone through all the protocols to move onto human testing, Joe brought in some Ds to test out Mk. IV. I guess he's as curious as I am.
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+Middle fading was even more pronounced on humans. We could even see a sharp edge on one of the prints.
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+Joe tested out "Epiphany Mk. I" today as well. It works, no consciousness detected. At least something good happened today.
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6/17/2015
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+We've decided to move onto designing Mk. V. This'll hopefully be able to finally detect that middle consciousness. Plus, we'll be using a live video feed instead of prints this time. That's something im excited about.
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2/8/2016
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+Mk. V is finaly here. Writing this jus after I got the email in the morning, i'm gonna rush to the site!
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The rest of the notebook is blank. Dr. Isabella Kant requested to be administered amnestics and transferred to a different project that day.
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Addendum 7080-2: Incomplete list of tests involving SCP-7080-5 "Philosopher Mk. V" on 2016/02/8
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TEST 7080-5-A
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Common Chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes)
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Subject is sedated, strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness.
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Results
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No consciousness detected from subject for 13 minutes. Two areas of consciousness slowly grew for 1 minute and 4 seconds, at which point the consciousnesses stopped growing and subject was fully cognizant. The two areas of consciousness were entirely separate from each other, but were in perfect sync.
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TEST 7080-5-C
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D-104576
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Subject is sedated, strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness.
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Results
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No consciousness detected from subject for 11 minutes. Two areas of consciousness slowly grew for 48 seconds, at which point the consciousnesses stopped growing and subject was fully cognizant. The two areas of consciousness were entirely separate from each other. Edges of consciousness were more sharp and defined then that of the chimpanzees of test 7080-5-A and 7080-5-B, and were in perfect sync.
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TEST 7080-5-E
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Common Chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes)(Subject 1), The Epiphany Mk. III9 (Subject 2)
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Subject 2 is attached to the inside of SCP-7080-5 and pointed to where Subject 1's brain would be when Subject 1 is inserted into SCP-7080-5. Subject 2 is hooked up to a remote activation device. Subject 1 is strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Subject 2 is activated via remote activation. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness.
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Consciousness fully erased for 26 minutes, before recovering fully in 17 minutes. Consciousness was located in two distinct areas of the brain separate from each other, but were in perfect sync.
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TEST 7080-5-F
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D-104576 (Subject 1), The Epiphany Mk. III (Subject 2)
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Subject 2 is attached to the inside of SCP-7080-5 and pointed to where Subject 1's brain would be when Subject 1 is inserted into SCP-7080-5. Subject 2 is hooked up to a remote activation device. Subject 1 is strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Subject 2 is activated via remote activation. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness.
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Consciousness fully erased for 32 minutes, before recovering fully in 11 minutes. Consciousness was located in two distinct areas of the brain separate from each other, but were in perfect sync.
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TEST 7080-5-G
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D-104576 (Subject 1), The Epiphany Mk. III (Subject 2)
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Subject 2 is attached to the inside of SCP-7080-5 and pointed to where Subject 1's brain would be when Subject 1 is inserted into SCP-7080-5. Subject 2 is hooked up to a remote activation device. Subject 1 is strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Subject 2 is activated via remote activation. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness.
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Subject 2 is aimed in such a way that it would only effect the right half of Subject 1's brain.
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Results
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[REDACTED]. Subject 1 terminated under grounds of euthanasia.
Addendum 7080-3: Points of interest of the human trial of SCP-7080-7, "Philosopher Mk. VII," on 2017/06/08
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Background: SCP-7080-7 (Philosopher Mk. VII) was designed for portability and recording over the course of a day. Subject was D-198578.
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VIDEO LOG - RECORDINGS OF SCP-7080-7 "PHILOSOPHER MK. VII" ALONG WITH SITE CCTV RECORDINGS TRACKING SUBJECT.
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DATE: 2017/06/08
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NOTE: Certain sections have been cut out for brevity. Consult the 7080-7 Testing logs for more information.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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10:03 AM: Last electrode and protective cap applied to Subject's head. SCP-7080-7 activated, shows full consciousness.
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10:49 AM: Post activation medical evaluation concludes. Subject returns to cell and lies down, covering eyes with one arm. Lowered consciousness detected.
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10:54 AM: Subject stops covering eyes to scratch their chin. Subject squints at the light, and uses other arm to cover eyes. Discrepancy between the two areas of consciousness detected. D-279094 knocks on Subject's door. Subject consciousness suddenly increases to full capacity. Subject answers door and begins janitor shift. Consciousness lowers during this shift.
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12:00 PM: Subject Takes lunch-break. After eating, subject begins playing chess with D-279094. Heightened consciousness detected at this time.
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12:26 PM: Subject takes more time than normal to make a move while playing chess. Discrepancy between the two areas of consciousness detected. Once said move is made the two areas of consciousness return to sync, and Subject immediately requests a take back. D-279094 accepts.
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3:00 PM: Subject returns to Project Philosopher main research room to continue tests.
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3:41 PM: Medical and mental evaluations concludes. Consciousness tests begin10.
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5:14 PM: Consciousness tests conclude. Subject lies down and consciousness manipulation tests begin. Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to wipe out consciousness for 10 minutes. Subject loses consciousness.
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5:24 PM: Subject regains consciousness with no complications.
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5:56 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to reduce consciousness by 90% for 4 minutes. Subject enters coma-like state.
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6:00 PM: Subject regains consciousness with no complications. Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to increase consciousness by 90% for 30 minutes. Subject enters calm state. Subject describes feelings of clarity, better control over movements, and better control over thoughts.
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6:30 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the left side of the brain by 50% for 30 minutes. Subject describes feelings similar to to the last time the Epiphany was applied.
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7:00 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the right side of the brain by 50% for 30 minutes. Subject reports having more intrusive thoughts.
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7:30 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the right side of the brain by 90% for 10 minutes. Subject reports feeling sluggish as well as having more intrusive thoughts.
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7:40 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the right side of the brain by 99% for 5 minutes. Subject enters coma-like state.
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7:41 PM: In an effort to avoid [REDACTED], Dr. Joseph Locke orders the increase of consciousness of the right side of the brain by 10,000% for 5 minutes, thereby restoring it to normal capacity. However, the assistant handling the Epiphany Mk. VII applied it to the left side of the brain by accident. Subject gets out of coma-like state, then sits up. Protective cap and electrodes were ripped off in this motion.
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Addendum 7080-4: Project Philosopher main research room CCTV and audio, 7:41 PM - 7:45 PM
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D-198578 frantically looks around, heavily breathing. He looks at his hands as he moves them
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Dr. Joseph Locke: 198578? You feeling OK?
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D-198578 looks at Dr. Locke.
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D-198578: I- I'm… I'm here… a- alive…
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D-198578 seems to have great difficulty in speaking
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Dr. Joseph Locke: Alive? Were you in danger, 198578? What did you see?
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D-198578: I- I see… I f- feel… I hear and t- taste…
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Dr. Joseph Locke: Do you want some water, 198578?
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D-198578: (Ignoring Dr. Joseph Locke) Th… The one thing I c- can't do is… do. I just… watch. [NAME REDACTED11] lived, but I'm tr- tr- trapped in.
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Dr. Joseph Locke: 198578… I don't think I understa-
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D-198578: You- you can't even i- imagine it. The torture w-within you, all of y- you, right now.
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D-198578's voice begins to break up
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D-198578: You- all you have to do s- s- something. Something. Bu- but, I don't know… h- how could you g- guys even start… w- with s- something l- like…
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D-198578 breaks down into the fetal position and begins to cry profusely. D-198578's sobs and occasional screams are the only audible thing for the following 2 minutes, after which he speaks again.
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D-198578: Doc, I don't want to go back.
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After another minute, D-198578 suddenly stopped sobbing. Subsequent interviews have revealed that D-198578 has no memory of this event.
Filename: SCP_RAISA_IMG_12870980.png
+Author:jaboi
+License: CC BY 4.0
+Source Link:SCP Foundation Wiki
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Name: CFS-brain-scan-basal-ganglia-fMRI.png
+Author: Miller AH, Jones JF, Drake DF, Tian H, Unger ER, Pagnoni G (2014)
+License: CC BY 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: The property housing SCP-7217 has been obtained and converted into a Foundation front business. Due to the building's large capacity and close vicinity to the public, all personnel are to maintain formal business disguises. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to enter the property are to be apprehended for questioning and given appropriate amnestics.
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All personnel are to familiarize themselves with the four on-site elevators within the facility: one on the east wing (designated Unit East), one on the north wing (designated Unit North), and two on the west (designated Unit West-A and Unit West-B, respectively). The interior of all units is to be camera monitored with embedded microphones and must be checked monthly for maintenance. SCP-7217's location is to be continuously monitored. In the event of a power outage, a backup generator has been installed.
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As SCP-7217's anomalous properties have been proven to be non-contagious and it appears to welcome basic interaction, personnel are permitted to operate an elevator when traversing. However, personnel are discouraged from engaging in extended conversation with SCP-7217 so as not to divert them from their assigned tasks. No personnel are permitted to operate an elevator during testing unless specifically directed.
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SCP-7217 may request rotational reading and drawing materials in an effort to distract it from its containment and is to undergo at least one hour of psychological counseling weekly.
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Description: SCP-7217 is a human female of East Asian descent that, at the time of writing, is contained inside four elevators in the [REDACTED] building in ███████, Florida. SCP-7217 is generally compliant with staff and poses no perceivable threat to others outside of its anomalous properties.
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Whenever SCP-7217 attempts to exit the elevator it currently resides in, it will immediately vanish and reappear inside one of the remaining three at random. These occurrences are not limited to SCP-7217's attempts to leave, as it is also capable of manifesting to the other units on its own accord. If physical items, including living organisms, are in direct contact with SCP-7217 during these relocation events, they will also appear alongside it. Human subjects have all reported minor feelings of light-headedness to nausea upon manifestation but are ultimately unharmed. All attempts by SCP-7217 to manifest in any area outside the elevators have failed.
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SCP-7217 does not appear to age nor require any form of sustenance. SCP-7217 has also proven to be perpetually aware of the presence, speech, and actions of any individual(s) inside any elevator on the property. On one occasion, two members of personnel were engaged in an argument inside Unit West-B when SCP-7217 manifested beside them. Immediately upon seeing SCP-7217, both ceased their argument and apologized.
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Sporadically, a single instance of SCP-7217-1 may manifest within any of the elevators. SCP-7217-1 instances resemble paper airplanes crafted from standard white 8.5'' x 11'' blank copy paper. All SCP-7217-1 planes are able to unfold to reveal written messages in non-anomalous black ink. These messages generally appear romantic in nature, indicating attraction towards SCP-7217. Currently, no traces of DNA or possible identifiers of an author have been found.
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Discovery: SCP-7217 was discovered after reports of a woman haunting the elevators of a multi-story office building came to the Foundation's attention. Security log footage obtained afterward revealed the earliest sighting of SCP-7217 when it anomalously appeared inside Unit East in an unconscious state. SCP-7217 was found by custodial staff hours later before the Foundation was notified. After Foundation officers intervened, all employees were relocated and given amnestics without incident.
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CONTAINMENT UPDATE
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Any instances of SCP-7217-1 that manifest must be immediately retrieved by an automated recovery drone and evaluated for potential harmful anomalous properties. Although SCP-7217 has agreed not to intercept them before retrieval, subject is not permitted access to any of the written content unless to get a better understanding of its origin, identify a possible author, or determine any other possible explanations for its anomalous nature. SCP-7217-1 instances are to be transcribed and logged before being incinerated.
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On 31/03/19, two years after the original containment of SCP-7217, video surveillance captured the first recorded instance of SCP-7217-1 when it was flying briefly inside Unit North before landing. SCP-7217 was sleeping at the time. After the plane was obtained and analyzed, SCP-7217 was allowed access to its content for an interview.
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SCP-7217-1.1 - Date Obtained: 31/03/19 - Unit North
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Ms. Hojo. Look at you. The scenery. When we first fell for each other. You were shy. New at the office. Shiny. Adorned in that white dress shirt with my favorite blue bow nestled in your hair. I'm sorry for the late response. Work gets busy, as you know. I promise this isn't meant to hurt you. Here all your perfections are preserved. Isn't that wonderful?
DATE: 31/03/19
+INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217
+INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy
+UNIT: North
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[BEGIN LOG]
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HARDY: Good afternoon, SCP-7217. How are you?
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SCP-7217: Okay, I guess. Same floor. Buttons. Elevators. Do you guys think you could maybe change the lights in these things? The buzzing noise is pretty strong.
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HARDY: We'll look into it. Let's discuss the plane. I'm assuming you've already taken a look at it?
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SCP-7217: Unfortunately.
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HARDY: In our previous discussions, you weren't able to recall the events that led you into your current situation. Has this sparked anything?
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SCP-7217: A little. It's a bit fuzzy though.
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HARDY: Very well. The most we can really go off from this is that the author knows you from work you've previously had. You were new and wearing the exact same clothes as now.
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SCP-7217: I guess that's right. This is what I had on my first day.
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HARDY: What type of work was it?
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SCP-7217: Interning. Can't exactly remember what for. It was like a studio company of some kind? Sorry, the name isn't really coming to me. I don't recall anything too weird about it, though. Long hours. Lots of paperwork. Coffee.
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HARDY: How long do you think you were there?
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SCP-7217: Around three weeks.
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HARDY: Was that facility the same as this one?
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SCP-7217: It's similar. From what I've seen. Only these elevators seem to be the same as I remember them.
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HARDY: Noted. How about your co-workers?
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SCP-7217: I didn't really talk much. Couldn't tell you their names. To be honest, I don't think I even remember my boss. All I know is that everyone there kinda just looked busy. Pretty much what you'd expect.
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HARDY: Surely as an intern you would have to work with someone. Is there anyone you could have been assigned to?
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SCP-7217: Maybe? I, uh …
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(Silence for 5 seconds.)
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HARDY: Do you remember speaking to someone who showed maybe a particular interest in you? Maybe while you two were inside an elevator specifically?
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SCP-7217: I would only take one at the end. It would always be late. But now thinking of it … that doesn't seem right.
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HARDY: In what way?
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SCP-7217: I vividly remember always being alone.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement:Still looking into SCP-7217's past work history. Nothing's come up yet, not even a location. This plane seems to be the first thing that has caused some revival in SCP-7217's memories … We're going to need more of these things, aren't we? - Senior Researcher Hardy
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Addendum 7217-1: As of 25/05/19, two (2) additional SCP-7217-1 planes have been recovered. SCP-7217 was granted access to both instances.
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SCP-7217-1.2 - Date Obtained: 16/05/19 - Unit East
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It's nice having you always here. No more fetching coffee for corrupt shitheads in suits and wearing baggy eyes. At least someone respects you now.
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SCP-7217-1.3 - Date Obtained: 25/05/19 - Unit West-A
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I've always found your resilience admirable. The fortitude, grace, and will to endure the passion of one that loves you: It's beautiful. Do you remember when we had dinner on the rooftop? Under the stars? I want that again.
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HARDY: Let's start with the first one. I assume it brings back more of your interning.
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SCP-7217: The rule was apparently no more than two packets per cup. Wish someone would've told me that.
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HARDY: Even more evident that whoever this person is, they seem to know a lot about you. Worked with you. How about the other one?
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SCP-7217: No idea. Don't even know what all of that's supposed to mean. "Again"?
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HARDY: You don't recall taking part in such event.
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SCP-7217: No.
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HARDY: Noted.
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SCP-7217: The idea of having a rooftop dinner sounds really nice, but now it's just … (sighs) Really, having a decent moment with anyone sounds nice right about now. A morning walk in the park, at least. These walls are all the same. I never thought I would miss having a window.
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HARDY: It is a bit one note. Hopefully these discussions have helped you at least a little. The need for interaction is wired into all of us.
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SCP-7217: How about you?
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HARDY: … I'm sorry?
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SCP-7217: What do you do? After talking with me.
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HARDY: I'm afraid I can't answer that.
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SCP-7217: I meant for fun.
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HARDY: … Are you serious?
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SCP-7217: Yeah.
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HARDY:(sighs) If you must know, I do like a few good rounds of chess.
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SCP-7217: Chess? What's that?
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HARDY: The game.
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SCP-7217: Huh?
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HARDY: … Um, never mind. We'll talk about it later.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement:Despite implying seemingly false moments from SCP-7217's past, these planes do appear to possess a degree of truth in their knowledge. As for SCP-7217's memory loss: it doesn't know what chess is. Lovely. - Senior Researcher Hardy
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Addendum 7217-2: Two (2) instances of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to five (5) as of 1/7/19.
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SCP-7217-1.4 - Date Obtained: 20/06/19 - Unit West-B
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He shouldn't be there. No one should be, only you. Of course, there are still flaws in the new blueprints. Typical. At least I know you'll do the right thing eventually.
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Notes: First allusion to the possible origins of SCP-7217's anomalous properties. Further study is ongoing, albeit limited.
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SCP-7217-1.5 - Date Obtained: 01/07/19 - Unit North
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I hope you know that I am here for you. I can give you a world a million times more than that of what your father tried. Except I'm not going anywhere.
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Notes: Upon reading, SCP-7217 refused to comment for an interview. Subject requested to be left alone for the rest of that day1. Approximately 67 minutes after this request, SCP-7217 was recorded placing its hand on its chest and appearing to breathe at a faster rate than previously recorded.
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CONTAINMENT UPDATE II
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In the event that SCP-7217 demonstrates signs of intense panicked distress, two Foundation personnel, with permission from the Site Director, are to enter its current elevator and calm it to a more stable condition. At least one armed member of personnel must be present outside of the unit during this process. Extension of psychological counseling with SCP-7217 from one hour to three has been approved.
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On 14/07/19, SCP-7217 suddenly exhibited signs of previously unseen hyperventilation that resulted in a state of intense emotional distress reminiscent of a panic attack. Although subject was managed to be brought to a more stable condition after personnel intervention, these events would continue to occur periodically over the next few months.
DATE: 14/07/19
+UNIT: East
+NOTES: Initial instance. SCP-7217 calmed nine minutes after Junior Researchers Taylor and Massie had reached it. Subject's fingers were notably tense and fully extended.
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DATE: 03/12/19
+UNIT: West-B
+NOTES: Noted to have taken approximately 20 minutes for SCP-7217 to calm. Senior Researcher Hardy suggested spending more time with SCP-7217, volunteering to teach it the game of chess that afternoon2. SCP-7217 had reacted positively to the activity.
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DATE: 07/01/20
+UNIT: North
+NOTES: SCP-7217 was quivering on the floor and reported temporary tightness from the abdomen down. As participating in chess games has appeared to be an effective method of lowering SCP-7217's stress levels, Senior Researcher Hardy was granted permission to participate in future games with SCP-7217 when he is not assigned to other tasks or is on break. Extended counseling hours with SCP-7217 approved.
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Addendum 7217-3: One (1) instance of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to six (6) as of 15/03/20.
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SCP-7217-1.6 - Date Obtained: 15/03/20 - Unit East
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Your bow is crooked. Don't worry. I'll fix it. We're always together, after all. It'll be perfect for both of us soon.
DATE: 16/03/20
+INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217
+INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy
+UNIT: East
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[BEGIN LOG]
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HARDY: Light side goes first.
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(The sounds of glass clinks can be heard for a period of 10 seconds.)
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HARDY: How has your counseling been?
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SCP-7217:(faintly) Fine.
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HARDY: Your fingers don't seem to be so tight anymore.
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SCP-7217: Yeah.
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(More glass clinks.)
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HARDY: Any numbness?
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SCP-7217: … I'll be okay.
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(More glass clinks.)
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HARDY: Tell me what happened in that last attack.
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(Silence for 5 seconds.)
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SCP-7217: I used to think I was just being claustrophobic, being in these elevators for this long and not being able to do things. But this time, I heard it. Breathing. I couldn't tell you from where. But that's definitely what I heard.
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(More glass clinks.)
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SCP-7217: Or maybe, I'm just losing my goddamn mind.
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HARDY: Describe the breathing.
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SCP-7217: Rough but a little whiny. It's hard to explain. I can move this here, right?
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HARDY: Yes.
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(More glass clinks.)
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HARDY: The most recent plane. Did-
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SCP-7217: Yeah.
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HARDY: We all have our theories about that last part. Right now. Do you feel anything?
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SCP-7217: Not now.
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HARDY: … But you have.
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SCP-7217: Sometimes. It comes and goes. I just wish I could … sense it better. It's just … a presence. Like when you walk into the house and know someone's there but you haven't actually seen them.
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(Silence for 5 seconds until the sounds of glass clinks are heard again.)
(The sounds of glass clinks can be heard for a period of 10 seconds.)
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HARDY: Checkmate.
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SCP-7217: … Dammit!
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(Sounds of SCP-7217 breathing heavily continue until they slowly stop.)
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HARDY: That was better. You just ran through your pawns and rooks too quickly. You could've had my queen if you kept that bishop here.
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SCP-7217: I see. So I'm still terrible at this game.
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HARDY: Takes time. First, just remember what I taught you. Rooks can move …
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SCP-7217: Forwards, backwards, and sideways.
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HARDY: Bishops can move …
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SCP-7217: Diagonally. Knights can move in an "L" shape. The queen is the most powerful piece.
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HARDY: And … ?
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SCP-7217: What?
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HARDY: When a king can't make any more moves, that's checkmate.
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SCP-7217: … I knew that.
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HARDY: Don't beat yourself up over it. I was the same when I started. It seems we're out of time, anyway.
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SCP-7217: Wait, can we play just one more?
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HARDY: Well-
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SCP-7217: Please.
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(Silence.)
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HARDY:(sighs) One more.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement:Post-analysis of all units were inconclusive. Taylor and Massie are currently looking into the past recordings. Whether these sounds are simply a result of SCP-7217's mental state or can be attributed to whatever is keeping her stuck remains to be seen. Hopefully, my hunch is wrong, for her sake. - Senior Researcher Hardy
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Further panic events have been documented. See attached files for details.
DATE: 27/03/20
+UNIT: All
+NOTES: SCP-7217 was manifesting frantically from elevator to elevator. At least two members of personnel were called inside each until she stopped relocating and was restrained on the floor of Unit West-B sobbing. SCP-7217 continued to cry out that "something was following" her and that she "had to get out." SCP-7217 finally calmed two hours later and after her request to participate in a game of chess was granted.
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DATE: 11/04/20
+UNIT: North
+NOTES: SCP-7217 was found unconscious. After being evaluated by the site medical team, SCP-7217 continued to display signs of restlessness and refused to elaborate on a possible trigger.
DATE: 13/04/20
+INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217
+INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy
+UNIT: East
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[BEGIN LOG]
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HARDY: Where are you?
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(Silence.)
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HARDY: I know you can hear me. You agreed to an interview.
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(Silence.)
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HARDY:(sighs) Figured. Alright. Take a look at this.
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(Hardy can be briefly heard shuffling through the pocket on his coat.)
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HARDY: Sorry if it's a bit dusty. Hasn't been used for a while … I guess you could say that my brother and I were obsessed. It was the only game we had to play during those summer afternoons. We'd always try to win ten in a row against each other, though he mostly won. Around that time, most kids would be swimming or partying with friends. Not us. We were the nerds. (chuckles)
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(Silence.)
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HARDY: It was one of those rainy nights in July. Ended up being a hurricane. We were all okay, but you couldn't say the same for the house. Lot of things had gone with the storm, including our original set.
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(A gentle clang is heard from below.)
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HARDY: We called this one the lone survivor. Retired with no army to serve. I've always kept it in my office. In memory of those summers. Of Tim. He's still winning games upstairs.
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(Ten seconds of silence pass until the sounds of movement and footsteps are heard across from Hardy's breathing. The footsteps stop.)
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HARDY: Here.
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SCP-7217: … It's really nice. You must've been proud to have it. I'm sorry to hear about all of that.
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HARDY: How are you feeling?
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(Silence.)
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HARDY: You've had these things for months. We had to wake you this time.
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SCP-7217: I-it seems like every day. I'm hearing and feeling things. Like I'm constantly being watched. But all I can see are these freaking walls. I've tried my best to ignore it. You guys saw how that turned out.
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HARDY: What made this different?
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SCP-7217: It spoke. Couldn't understand a word. Just gibberish, I guess. Just really off. Like it wasn't a person.
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HARDY: Wasn't a person?
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SCP-7217: Yeah. Raspy. Cold. I just felt empty. I'd take any paper plane over that.
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(Silence.)
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SCP-7217: I think … I think I've been in these things for too long. The sun, clouds, grass. I'm starting to forget them. But I'm here. Trapped in whatever this … is supposed to be. The worst part is that I seem to be the only one picking up on all this, you know?
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(Silence.)
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HARDY: Truthfully, I can't understand what you're feeling. Nor can I promise that we'll be able to get you out of these things. We're trying. Trying to learn everything that's going on. Maybe form a plan. Maybe find a way out.
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(Silence.)
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HARDY: I, the researchers, even the guards, we're all aware of how hard this must be for you. A lot of shit happens in this world. Too much shit, and there's millions of people trying to make it work. Anomalous or not. We're grateful that you're willing to make this easier. That you're willing to work with us. There's a lot of us that don't have it like we do. I guess we're lucky to have you here.
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SCP-7217: Taking care of a girl whose stuck in some elevators is lucky? Noted.
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HARDY: Well, that's not quite how-
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SCP-7217:(laughs)
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HARDY: Seriously! (chuckles) It was different when we first found you. The more you're here, the more we can try to figure this out.
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(Silence.)
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HARDY: We'll talk again. Maybe over a game.
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(A click of a button is heard followed by the sounds of the doors opening.)
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SCP-7217: Wait, what about yo-
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HARDY: Keep it.
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(Footsteps are heard before the sounds of the doors closing.)
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 7217-4: Three (3) instances of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to nine (9) as of 14/07/20.
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SCP-7217-1.7 - Date Obtained: 06/07/20 - Unit North
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My sanctuary waits for your eventual arrival. We can have each other all to ourselves.
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SCP-7217-1.8 - Date Obtained: 14/07/20 - Unit East
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I want you to drown me.
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Notes: Instance manifested directly in front of SCP-7217 and unfolded itself, allowing its content to be viewed prior to staff intervention. SCP-7217 proceeded to grab and crumple it. No further interaction was recorded and instance was obtained without incident.
DATE: 14/07/20
+INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217
+INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy
+UNIT: East
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SCP-7217: Not even a name or anything. I'm over the mysterious bachelor thing.
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HARDY: Aren't we all?
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(Sounds of glass clinks.)
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SCP-7217: That pawn. How about …
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(Silence for 8 seconds.)
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HARDY: Take your time.
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(Silence for 2 seconds until the sounds of SCP-7217 beginning to breathe rapidly are heard.)
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SCP-7217: But what about. No, I can't. Right? This one … but rooks can only move-
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HARDY: Your hand.
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SCP-7217: Huh?
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HARDY: It's …
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SCP-7217: Oh gosh, uh …
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HARDY: You know what to do. Pause for a second … Take a deep breath.
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(Sounds of SCP-7217 inhaling and exhaling slowly. 10 seconds of silence pass.)
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HARDY: Better?
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SCP-7217: I t-think so.
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(Sounds of SCP-7217 inhaling and exhaling slowly.)
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HARDY: You've played for a few months now. You know a lot more than you think.
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(Sounds of slow glass clinks are heard for the next minute.)
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HARDY: Good.
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(Sounds of glass clinks continue.)
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HARDY: Ah, I see what you're going for. Nice.
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(Sounds of glass clinks are heard for the next two and a half minutes. The sounds begin slowly, then quicken before stopping.)
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HARDY: I think that's game.
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SCP-7217: What?
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HARDY: Good job.
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SCP-7217: But I didn't.
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HARDY: Didn't have to. That was honestly the best I've seen you play.
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SCP-7217: Really?
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HARDY: Look at the pieces you have. It's been a while since I've had a good draw. At this rate, you could probably win soon. Maybe against Massie. He's a mess at this game.
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SCP-7217:(scoffs) Yeah, right.
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HARDY: Taylor plays too. Chess night in the elevators?
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SCP-7217: You were right. You are a nerd. (laughs) That doesn't sound too bad, actually.
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HARDY:(chuckles) If only. Beat them once, and they never want to play again. I don't think we would ever get clearance for that, anyway.
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(Both give a brief chuckle before returning to silence.)
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SCP-7217: This game is really fun.
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HARDY: I'm glad you think so.
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SCP-7217: Although, I can't help but be reminded of Dad.
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HARDY: How so?
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SCP-7217: He would do this thing whenever I had an exam coming up. He'd ask me questions randomly throughout the day to keep me on my toes. To keep me thinking, I guess. It was annoying at first, but then it became like a little game in itself. Eventually, I ended up answering stuff before he could finish asking it.
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HARDY: You must've studied hard.
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SCP-7217: I tried. It didn't always work out like that. I kinda miss those textbooks. Being in here and all. This game has made me think just … so much since you taught me. The different pieces. The rules. The strategizing. It's been really nice. It's like I'm still honoring Dad in a way, even if he probably would be upset that I still haven't won a single game yet.
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HARDY: … May I ask?
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SCP-7217: Crash. I was … selfish. If I just had shut up during that drive, maybe he would have seen that bus.
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HARDY: I'm sorry for your loss.
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SCP-7217: He's the one who gave me this bow. His eyes lit up when I first wore it.
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HARDY: And you've had it ever since.
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SCP-7217: Speaking of, are you sure you don't want … this back? It's been a while.
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HARDY: It's fine. Really. You've taken good care of it these last couple months. Gives you something to look at. Also adds a little decor around here.
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SCP-7217: You're sure.
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HARDY: Put it this way. It's yours as long as you're stuck in these things.
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SCP-7217:(laughs) … You're never going to see it again.
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HARDY Well. (chuckles) Regardless, you're doing great. This is a shitty situation, but that doesn't mean you're powerless. Don't forget that.
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SCP-7217: … I won't.
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HARDY: It looks like we're out of time. Not so much going on outside of that last plane. Good game, though. Maybe next time will be the one.
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SCP-7217: Can't wait.
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[END LOG]
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SCP-7217-1.9 - Date Obtained: 16/07/20 - Unit West-A
Investigation into the current whereabouts of SCP-7217 is ongoing. As of 19/07/20, containment consists of tracking and monitoring for reports of an individual matching SCP-7217's physical description and elevator-related anomalous activity. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to operate an elevator on site. At least two armed personnel are to be stationed outside of every unit entrance on all floors. Any detected activity from inside or around the immediate area is to be reported to the Site Director.
DATE: 19/07/20
+NOTES: The following is a transcript of events captured by all on-site unit cameras. SCP-7217 was originally residing in Unit North.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(SCP-7217 is seated against the wall. She suddenly looks up.)
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SCP-7217: What the- … Whoa!
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(SCP-7217 stands, placing her right hand on her chest. Her breathing quickens.)
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SCP-7217:(panting) … No … no … no no no no no … Stop!
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(SCP-7217 paces the outer wall.)
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SCP-7217: T-take a deep breath. Pause for a second.
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(SCP-7217 slowly inhales and exhales.)
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SCP-7217:(barely audible) You got this.
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(SCP-7217 suddenly looks to her left at the closed doors.)
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SCP-7217: Wait, who the hell-
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(SCP-7217 suddenly jerks to the side.)
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SCP-7217: FUCK!
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(SCP-7217 relocates to multiple elevators before returning to Unit North and collapsing. Her body quivers. Panic event is reported by surveillance personnel. Permission to intercept is granted.)
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SCP-7217:(screams)
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(Approximately 20 seconds pass until Unit North's doors open. Junior Researchers Taylor and Massie enter. One armed personnel stands outside the doorway. Taylor crouches down in front of SCP-7217.)
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TAYLOR: It's okay, we're here-
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(Taylor attempts to grab SCP-7217's left shoulder when he suddenly retracts his hand.)
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TAYLOR: Son of a … !
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MASSIE: What's wrong?
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TAYLOR: I … Something's …
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(Taylor abruptly vanishes from view and reappears inside Unit West-A. He falls backward against the far wall. Massie steps away from SCP-7217 as Unit North's doors close. Banging can be heard from outside.)
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MASSIE: Taylor!?
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SCP-7217: G-get out.
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MASSIE: Huh?
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SCP-7217: Hurry!
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(Massie reaches for the button before vanishing and reappearing inside Unit West-B. He drunkenly grasps the elevator handles.)
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MASSIE: Whoa … (coughs)
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(Both researchers begin to cough violently. Immediately, a seemingly never-ending amount of SCP-7217-1 instances eject from both researchers' mouths. Site alarm system is triggered. The banging outside Unit North ceases. SCP-7217 rolls facedown on the floor, trembling.)
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SCP-7217: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
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(SCP-7217-1 instances fill the interior of Units West-A and West-B, engulfing Taylor and Massie under them. Both Units' doors open to reveal a team of six armed Foundation personnel stationed outside. Several dozen SCP-7217-1 instances forcibly fly towards them as they open fire.)
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SCP-7217: FUCK!
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(Unit North's doors open. Senior Researcher Hardy enters and runs to SCP-7217.)
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HARDY: 7217! Are you okay? What the hell's going on!?
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(Unit North's doors suddenly close.)
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HARDY: Shit!
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(Hardy vanishes and reappears inside Unit East, slamming into the back wall. The doors to Units West-A and West-B close in unison4. All recorded SCP-7217-1 instances relocate to Unit East, swarming Hardy. Taylor and Massie can be seen lying motionless on the floor of their respective elevators. Hardy screams before multiple SCP-7217-1 instances forcibly enter his mouth.)
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SCP-7217:(panting) J-just calm down. Just calm down! JUST CALM DOWN!
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(The interior of Unit East begins to become more and more obscured by SCP-7217-1 planes. For 53 seconds, only the sounds of Hardy's screams and outside gunfire fill the air.)
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SCP-7217: T-take your time …
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(SCP-7217 slowly pushes herself up on all fours.)
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SCP-7217: Pause for a second …
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(SCP-7217 slowly inhales and exhales.)
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SCP-7217: You're not …
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(SCP-7217 sits up.)
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SCP-7217: Ok … ok … ok …
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(SCP-7217 slowly inhales and exhales.)
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SCP-7217: … R-rooks can move forwards, backwards, and sideways … Bishops can move … diagonally … Knights m-move in an "L" shape.
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(SCP-7217 reaches up and grabs the elevator handles.)
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SCP-7217: The queen is the most powerful piece … (slowly inhales)
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(Inside Unit East, SCP-7217-1 instances surround and pin Hardy to the back wall.)
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SCP-7217:(slowly exhales) When a king can't make any more moves, that's checkmate.
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(SCP-7217 stands. She looks down at her right hand. It's still.)
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SCP-7217: … Holy fuck.
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(SCP-7217 manifests to Unit West-B. She crouches down next to Massie's body.)
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SCP-7217:(barely audible) I …
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(SCP-7217 manifests to Unit West-A and stands across Taylor's body. She removes her bow and stares at it. Her eyes close. After a few seconds, she relocates to Unit East. SCP-7217 stands in front of Hardy, facing the space in front of the doors.)
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SCP-7217: STOP!
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(Recorded SCP-7217-1 instances cease their attack on Hardy, beginning to fly at a reduced rate around SCP-7217.)
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SCP-7217: Leave him!
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(Several SCP-7217-1 instances surrounding Hardy begin to fly away, joining the other planes in flight around SCP-7217. Hardy slumps down against the wall.)
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SCP-7217: Listen. Whoever you are. Your place. Wherever. I'll go.
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(Hardy slides onto his side behind her.)
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SCP-7217: Just you and me. Dinner under the stars. That's what you wanted, right?
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HARDY:(coughs) 7217 …
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SCP-7217: … So be it.
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HARDY: Wait!
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SCP-7217: I'm yours.
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(All recorded SCP-7217-1 instances cease flight. SCP-7217 vanishes.)
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement: All elevator doors simultaneously opened immediately following SCP-7217's de-manifestation. Fourteen members of personnel, including Senior Researcher Hardy, were found injured from full body lacerations. Junior Researchers Taylor and Massie were recovered terminated, with autopsies revealing the cause of death to be asphyxiation attributed to several SCP-7217-1 planes lodged inside their lungs. No further anomalous activity was observed. Containment procedures updated.
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Six hundred twenty-three (623) instances of SCP-7217-1 were recovered from the event, bringing the total count to six hundred thirty-two (632) as of 19/07/20. Recovered SCP-7217-1 messages have been documented below:
Containment procedures for SCP-7217 have been updated. Please read them as soon as possible.
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It's been 12 hours: still nothing from Unit East or the others. Since then, we have successfully destroyed the last of those damn airplanes. Yes, the clean-up was rough, but Lord knows we've suffered through far worst.
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I know you're worried. While mandate urges staff to refrain from forming an attachment to anomalies, even I can't deny the impact of her actions this morning.
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We are still uncertain of the nature behind SCP-7217's abilities and what exactly had kept her captive the last three years. You'll be glad to know that we've been granted permission to monitor for SCP-7217's reappearance and potentially uncover whatever the hell took her. Your guess is as good as mine on what we'll find. If she turns up.
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The O5 has been extremely gracious throughout this process, but with these new privileges have provided an ultimatum:
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Should 90 days pass from current protocol without a sighting of SCP-7217 or related phenomenon, all tracking efforts will conclude permanently, and SCP-7217 will officially be reclassified to Neutralized.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7425 cannot be transported wholly to any given Foundation facility given its large size. As a result containment efforts are focused on preventing civilian and scientific access to the area where the anomaly lies.
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Material from SCP-7425 should be shipped regularly towards Research Site-45, stocks are to be kept at near-maximum capacity.
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Description: SCP-7425 was a Large Scale Aggressor resembling a decapodal crustacean. SCP-7425 is believed to have originally stood at 130 meters in height and 500 meters in length, reaching an approximate mass of five thousand metric tons, though its current state makes estimation unable to be verified. It is believed SCP-7425 has extradimensional origins, from an alternate reality, or portion of reality, where a different set of physical laws allowed it to reach its gigantic size.
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SCP-7425 manifested into baseline reality in the 3rd of November 1954 on the Kerguelen Oceanic Plateau. Prior to its appearance, ontokinetic fluctuations had warned Foundation systems of baseline reality becoming unstable in the area, prompting the dispatchment of a Research Task Force, which went on to record the arrival of SCP-7425, and the events following it.
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Immediately after its manifestation into baseline reality, SCP-7425 began moving east, in direction towards Australia. A few seconds following the start of its movement it stopped, presumably having spent all the energy on its body in these few initial movements. At the same time this took place, cellular metabolism from SCP-7425’s interior began to drastically increase its internal temperature, becoming hot enough for the surrounding water to noticeably warm, and steam beginning to originate around the anomaly’s body.
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Roughly 4 seconds following SCP-7425's initial appearance, its appendages began to falter as a result of both oceanic pressure and the anomaly’s mass. Its body unable to support its own weight, SCP-7425 fell onto the seafloor, greatly damaging both it and the anomaly. The burden of SCP-7425’s meat was likewise too heavy, flattening its internal organs, most notably the heart and gills. While SCP-7425’s shell was thick enough to resist all initial internal and external pressures, that was not the case with the remaining limbs, which cracked, letting the boiling-hot seawater enter the anomaly’s open wounds and bloodstream.
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Finally around the 10 seconds mark, the anomaly’s internal temperature reached a temperature such that it exploded, scattering large portions of biological matter throughout the entirety of the Kerguelen Plateau. SCP-7425 lost roughly 65% of its biomass in this event.
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Prior to this final incident, personnel of the Research Task Force stationed in the area had reported hearing the anomaly “screaming in pain”. This was likely a result of highly pressurized steam creaking out of SCP-7425’s interior at high speed, and should not under any circumstance be interpreted as the anomaly being in possession of advanced cognition and emotions.
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The exact conditions that led to the appearance of SCP-7425 became the result of Foundation research the years following the initial event. Many important advancements in inter-dimensional technology are taking place as a result. A method believed to be able to replicate the circumstances that led to SCP-7425 manifestation has recently been discovered. It is expected that Foundation facilities’s seafood budget will lower significantly.
⚠️ Content warning: This article contains subject matter such as body horror and medical horror related to insects, plant diseases, and other bodily changes. Reader discretion is advised.
Special Containment Procedures: Following standard Foundation rural containment procedures, a 2km perimeter around SCP-7464 is to be cleared. A chain link fence is to be erected on the edges of this perimeter, with inspections being subsequently on a bi-yearly basis to ensure the condition of the aforementioned fence. Maintenance of the fence will be done at the discretion of the head researcher.
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Due to the abundance of corpses within the graveyard that SCP-7464 grows in, it is not expected to exhaust its current food source for several decades. Should the subject be determined to have run out of its supply of its current food source, additional corpses or carcasses are to be procured.
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Additional Special Containment Procedures (Jan 27, 1965): Due to the slowness of SCP-7464’s means of communication, audio recording devices are to be placed at the “mouths” at the ends of SCP-7464’s arms in order to determine the current word the anomaly is communicating. As the subject’s occasional state of pain precludes it from communicating for weeks to months at a time, special schedules are to be created regarding when and how authorized personnel can communicate with the anomaly.
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Description: SCP-7464 is an immobile humanoid entity currently growing within an abandoned graveyard, made to assume the shape and functions of a tree. In order to fulfill its role, SCP-7464 has been found to have several unique characteristics:
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A rounded and cylindrical body mimicking the structure of a tree trunk, with its rib cage being expanded far beyond its normal shape in order to support the subject’s weight.
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A bark-like outer covering made entirely of hardened human calluses, allowing the subject the ability to resist both blunt and sharp forces.
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Abnormally elongated legs that dig into the soil in the same way as roots, with specialized bone-eating humanlike mouths within the soles of its feet that allow it to consume corpses below.
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Two separate esophagi within both legs located between the fibula and tibia bones as well as within an abnormally enlarged femur bone, leading up to the subject’s stomach.
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An extremely slow metabolism and growth rate which allows SCP-7464 to survive on little food for months at a time
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Two vertically outstretched arms covered in long, thick, black hair that mimic the structure (but not the function) of leaves or vines. Beginning from December 17, 1964, these arms, unlike their legs, branch at the elbow or the fingers. This allows more arms to grow in their place.
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Hands with humanlike mouths located on the surfaces of their palms. Unlike the mouths located on the anomaly’s legs, these mouths only seem to possess the ability to allow the anomaly to breathe.
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Two separate tracheae within both arms that connect the mouths on the surfaces of their palms to the anomaly’s extremely large lungs. Both tracheae lack vocal cords, rendering SCP-7464 incapable of normal speech.
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Two extremely small ears on either side of the anomaly’s “face”.
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Two large, bloodshot eyes on the anterior surface of the anomaly’s trunk.
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A large “facial” mouth, sewn shut with a thin vine-like thread1
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Aside from its unique tree-like characteristics, it has been determined that SCP-7464 possesses much the same physiology and anatomy as a normal human. As demonstrated within Addendum 7464.1, SCP-7464 is capable of feeling pain, often quivering, tearing up, or crying in response to branching limbs, burrowing termites, or other conditions. SCP-7464’s eyes are also capable of slowly following researchers who lapse into its field of vision, implying basic animalistic sentience. However, its sapience is yet to be proven. (see Addendum 7464.1)
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Addendum 7464.1: The following log contains a summary of events and discoveries related to SCP-7464 beginning from its discovery to the present day. For ease of use, communication-related events are highlighted in blue and damage-related events are highlighted in red.
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October 12, 1964: SCP-7464 is discovered growing at a remote cemetery within a remote graveyard near the abandoned village of Sao Antonio in the state of Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil. A 2km fence perimeter is erected around the subject by the Brazilian branch of the Foundation.
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November 4, 1964:SCP-7464’s breathing is heard getting louder, but no special note is made of it.
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December 17, 1964: SCP-7464’s right upper arm begins to branch at the elbow. A smaller, infant-like hand is seen emerging at the wrist. SCP-7464’s eyes are first seen tearing up.
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December 24, 1964: The mouth of the new emerging arm opens for the first time. All mouths begin to exhale at 30 decibels2, well above the normal exhalation decibel level of 10.
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December 31, 1964: SCP-7464 begins to occasionally quiver.
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January 3, 1965: The new arm continues to grow. However, unlike its counterparts, it grows downwards opposite the direction of the subject’s arm.
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January 18, 1965:A researcher sees a small but growing termite nest on the subject’s right underarm, eating away at the wood-like calluses of SCP-7464’s skin. SCP-7464 continues to exhale at 30 decibels.
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January 20, 1965:SCP-7464 is heard continuously making an “h” sound as it exhales in a manner similar to whispering.
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January 27, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds from an “h” to an “e”. Special note is made of this, with audio recording devices being set up beside SCP-7464’s mouth to best observe any other changes.
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January 30, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “l” sound.
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February 1, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “p” sound.
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February 3, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “m” sound.
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February 4, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “ee” sound. The words “HELP ME." are discerned.
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February 10, 1965: SCP-7464 is redefined as sapient, but unable to communicate effectively. After formulating a response with his team, Head Researcher Campos asks SCP-7464 what it is.
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February 11, 1965:SCP-7464 begins to form an “a” sound.
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February 19, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “m” sound.
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February 24, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “a" sound.
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March 2, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “n” sound. The words “A MAN.” are discerned.
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March 3, 1965:The termite nest within SCP-7464’s right underarm continues to eat away at SCP-7464’s skin.
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March 4, 1965: Head Researcher Campos asks SCP-7464 what happened to it.
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March 5, 1965:SCP-7464 begins to form an “a” sound.
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March 7, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “c” sound.
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March 8, 1965:The termites eat past SCP-7464’s epidermis and begin to chew on its dermis. Blood is seen flowing from the wound.
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March 9, 1965:SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “a” sound.
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March 12, 1965:SCP-7464 continues to emit an “a” sound.
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March 15, 1965:SCP-7464 continues to emit an “a” sound. It seemingly refuses to shift sounds any further. Campos’ team attempts to find a reason as to why.
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March 16, 1965: Junior researcher Almeida suggests that “It’s trying to scream.”
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March 17, 1965: A plan is made to remove the termites from SCP-7464’s skin. A boric acid solution was considered, but ultimately discounted due to the perceived risk to SCP-7464’s health3. A Dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane (DDT) solution was applied instead.
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March 19, 1965: SCP-7464 continues to scream.
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March 20, 1965:First application deemed insufficiently effective. Termites are hypothesized to have burrowed under SCP-7464’s skin. More blood is seen flowing from the wound.
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March 22, 1965: Second application of DDT solution made.
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March 25, 1965:Solution deemed insufficiently effective. Small parts of SCP-7464’s skin near the original underarm area is seen bulging. SCP-7464’s wound is deemed to be at risk for infection.
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March 27, 1965:Deeming that there was no other choice, a boric acid solution was sprayed onto the termite infestation within SCP-7464’s skin.
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March 28, 1965:Blisters develop on the sprayed area. SCP-7464’s “screaming” begins to move down to 10 decibels.
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March 29, 1965:SCP-7464 is unresponsive. Its body temperature is elevated from 36 degrees Celsius to 38 degrees Celsius.
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March 30, 1965: Termite corpses begin to slowly fall out of SCP-7464’s wound.
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April 1, 1965: SCP-7464 remains unresponsive. Its body temperature slowly begins to fall to 36 degrees Celsius.
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April 7, 1965: SCP-7464 continues to remain unresponsive. Its eyes remain open.
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April 9, 1965: The falling of termite corpses from SCP-7464’s wound ceases.
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April 12, 1965:SCP-7464 is deemed to be catatonic.
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April 29, 1965: Another hand is seen growing from SCP-7464’s left elbow.
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June 17, 1965: The arm beneath the newly grown hand begins to fully emerge. Another hand is seen sprouting from the wrist of the first.
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January 2, 1966: SCP-7464 continues to grow. More branches are seen emerging from its wrists and elbows.
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April 7, 1966:One of SCP-7464’s fingers from its original right hand begins to slowly wither in a manner similar to gangrene.
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September 26, 1966:The withering has spread to almost all of SCP-7464’s fingers. Its left hand begins to show the same withering.
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May 3, 1968:Both of SCP-7464’s original hands become dried husks, with the shape of the fingerbones underneath becoming wrapped by blackened skin. Meanwhile, more of SCP-7464’s newly-grown hands continue to branch.
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January 3, 1972: SCP-7464 continues to grow and branch out. However, it begins to bend anteriorly as it does so. More of its older hands and arms begin to wither.
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September 4, 1975: SCP-7464’s anterior bend corrects itself, giving its trunk a crooked shape as it grows upwards.
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May 28, 1983: SCP-7464’s withered branches begin to fall off.
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October 6, 1987:A bird lands on one of SCP-7464’s withered hands. It begins to build a nest from its withered fingers.
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October 9, 1987:SCP-7464 begins to cry.
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October 30, 1987: On a routine visit by Head Researcher Almeida, SCP-7464’s eyes move for the first time in decades.
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November 4, 1987:SCP-7464 is heard making an “k” sound.
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November 6, 1987:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “u” sound.
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November 9, 1987: At the direction of Site Director Campos, Head Researcher Almeida begins to note the shifts in the sounds that the subject makes.
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November 14, 1987:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “r” sound.
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December 2, 1987:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “ss” sound. The words "CURSE.” are discerned. Head Researcher Almeida concludes that this is SCP-7464’s answer to the last question asked of it.
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December 3, 1987: Head Researcher Almeida asks SCP-7464 what cursed it.
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December 4, 1987: SCP-7464 is seen pulling the edges of its mouth in a slight smile. It begins to tear up.
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December 7, 1987:SCP-7464 is heard making a “th” sound.
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December 8, 1987:A woodpecker lands on one of SCP-7464’s branches. It begins to burrow into SCP-7464’s trunk. SCP-7464 is seen slightly quivering, but continues to speak.
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December 18, 1987:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “e” sound.
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December 19, 1987:Root rot begins to manifest on SCP-7464’s left leg. It rapidly withers the leg. SCP-7464 continues to speak.
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December 25, 1987:SCP-7464 continues making an "e" sound.
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December 26, 1987:The hair on SCP-7464’s arms begin to fall out, leaving behind bald spots. The subject continues to speak.
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December 31, 1987:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “t” sound.
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January 1, 1988:The woodpecker penetrates SCP-7464’s hardened skin and begins burrowing into its flesh. SCP-7464’s eyes become bloodshot, but it continues to speak.
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January 5, 1988:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “r” sound.
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January 6, 1988:Tree fungi begins to manifest on SCP-7464’s right eyeball. The subject continues to speak.
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January 10, 1988:SCP-7464 shifts to making an “ee” sound.
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January 11, 1988:A large flock of birds begin to land on SCP-7464’s branches, breaking off both withered and healthy fingers and arms. SCP-7464 quivers violently, but continues to speak.
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January 17, 1988:SCP-7464 continues to make an “ee” sound.
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January 18, 1988:The vines sewing SCP-7464’s facial mouth shut begin to shorten, ripping parts of its lips and causing blood to flow down from its face. SCP-7464 continues to speak.
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January 22, 1988:SCP-7464 finishes by making an “s” sound. The words (“THE TREES.”) are discerned.
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Update (Jan 23, 1988): Using the new technology of DNA testing, Foundation researchers extracted a sample from SCP-7464 in order to discern its identity within the organization’s database.
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A definitive match was made with Mr. John Pereira, a Brazilian-American lumber mogul last seen on October 1, 1964. He disappeared while surveying a part of the Amazon rainforest for land clearing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7475 is to surrounded by a barbed wire fence, on which two to four Foundation security personnel are to patrol on a bi-hourly basis. SCP-7475-A instances are to be placed in Site-50's High Security Arms section. Requests for experimentation with SCP-7475-A instances or SCP-7475-B is currently unavailable, and shall remain so under direct orders from the Ethics Committee (see 'Ethics Committee minutes for January-February, 1976' for more information).
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Description: SCP-7475 is a heavily modified industrial arms manufacturing facility located in [REDACTED], Chile, formerly owned by GoI-001 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). SCP-7475's products, also known as SCP-7475-A, exhibit a variety of different anomalous properties, although they universally inflict physical harm to both users and intended targets. SCP-7475 itself has sustained damage to its interior prior to its acquisition by the Foundation.
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SCP-7475 is comprised of four sections: a research, manufacturing, administrative, and a basement. Research and manufacturing are at ground level. The administrative section is composed of a series of cat-walks that oversee manufacturing and a central room, where the entrance to the basement can be found. Originally intended to be a hidden exit, the tunnel's collapse has limited the room available to a makeshift sleeping area, various pieces of destroyed equipment, and a single restraining bed.
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SCP-7475-B is located in the manufacturing room of SCP-7475. Located towards the center, it is fifteen meters in height and ten meters in length. SCP-7475-B produces SCP-7475-A's anomalous properties by taking non-anomalous fire arms and expelling SCP-7475-A instances from separate ports on opposite sides of the machine. A lever near the top right side of the exit port turns SCP-7475-B on and off, alongside a large funnel. SCP-7475-B also seems to emanate the odor of rotting meat. (See Addendum.7475.II)
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SCP-7475's research room, located adjacent to manufacturing, contains various apparatuses capable of producing an unknown substance, that was cited as a critical component of SCP-7475-A's and SCP-7475-B's creation by its creators. Requests for recreating this substance have been denied by the Ethics Committee on an unanimous vote (see Addendum.7475.1 for more information).
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SCP-7475, originally created by GoI-2312 ("Prometheus Labs Inc.") to produce intermediary equipment for its products, was forcefully acquired by GoI-001 ("The Chaos Insurgency") in late 1973 following the coup d'etat by Chilean general Augusto Pinochet in September of that year. GoI-001 hoped to use the facility for military and commercial ends. Although officially protected by Pinochet's government in exchange for a personnel share of the revenue generated by the facility, its existence was revealed to Foundation liaisons on January 13th 1975 by a Pinochet representative when this share was not delivered.
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The Foundation raided SCP-7475 on January 20th, 1975. Upon arriving, personnel discovered that SCP-7475 had sustained some interior damage from a battle that took place inside the facility. Eleven corpses were discovered, six of them wearing GoI-001 related uniforms, while the rest wore various pieces of mismatched clothing. Analysis suggested that many had been victims of SCP-7475-A.
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Addendum-7475.1 — Recovered Documents
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After containment was established, SCP-7475 was searched for various documents, both relating to SCP-7475 itself and to GoI-001 as a whole. The following documents have been arranged in sequential order when possible, and dateless documents placed where they would most likely originate in the timeline.
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9-20-73: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D1
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Dear Sgt. Bruckheimer,
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I hope this reaches you. Foundation personnel have been lax - probably too concerned with dealing with the bastards in the capital to worry about us. Still, I hope that you have taken the necessary precautions regarding contacts with your superior officers.
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Your gamble paid off, but General Jackson is not pleased with your recent partners. I had to calm him down from marching off to court martial you for working with this 'Eagle Company'. Even so, I know that he will attempt to undermine your position re: your underlings. I was only able to get you two, maybe three scientists/engineers on your operation. I would highly encourage you to get results as fast as you can. I have no doubt that you can do it, even with Mexico still fresh in everyone's minds.
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I patiently await your word.
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Major General Flint
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Son of a bitch thinks he's better than me. Not just Jackson - Flint and all those fuckers. I'll make sure that I keep this thing framed, when I prove all of them wrong.
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9-25-73: Sergeant Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 2
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Dr. Jin arrived today. He was a pudgy little man, big glasses and thick little fingers. From what I can gather, he's quiet intelligent. That could be dangerous. Still, with my boys and Eagle Company in tow, we'll manage.
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When I introduced Jin to my men, he was confused at the presence of Company. "Who are these people?" he asked me, confused at their different attire and manner. Them lugging guns around at all times didn't help matters much. When Santiago came in, swaggering with three pistols on his hips, I knew we were in for a spiel of half-cocked bullshit from the world's greatest bullshitter.
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Before that, I told him, "This is Eagle Company. I took them on before we took this place - and this is Captain Santiago."
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Santiago came and shook Jin's hand. They went back and forth as us three went deeper into the facility.
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When we got to the Research room, I told Santiago to stay outside. He bit his lip, and wanted to say something, but he went off. He's too cocky. That may be a problem. Will deal with that later, however.
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I told Jin about the operation we're going to be running. I told them I already had a good idea on how to get the ball rolling. When Jin asked me how, I gave him the diary. I told him and the others to read it, and get back to me. When Jin asked me where he was going to sleep, I stretched my arms out to the research room. There were also sleeping bags in the corner, if he wanted something more comfy.
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That felt good.
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9-30-73: Dr. Jin's Research Notes
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Despite the prevailing conditions here being quite amateur and bordering on the inhospitable for my purposes, the research possibilities suggested by the document produced by Sgt. Bruckheimer are remarkable enough to make up for it.
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This diary, supposedly recovered following this facility's fall, was owned by a PL employee. A 'Dr. Ignacio Montero'. A remarkable fellow, if only from his writings. Although I hesitate to call it a diary. It would probably be more accurate to describe it as a revolutionary treatise that could change our understanding of human consciousness.
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Although dense and requiring many additional fields of study, I have been able to draw a couple fundamental observations drawn from Dr. Montero's research: that human emotion has a specific material effect on the environment; that this material effect is dependent on a heretofore unknown extract (what I shall call 'S-energy' for short) that is excreted by the human body during moments of high emotional intensity into the surrounding environment, but most especially in the body itself; and, with the correct configurations of alchemical rituals and apparati, this S-energy can be concentrated into a physical substance that is extremely energy dense.
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If true, this has the potential to be more powerful than the atom itself. It has the potential to power entire civilizations. Presuming, of course, that it is true.
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But from all Dr. Montero's notes, he seems to have been able to create and extract the S-energy, primarily, it seems, from pre-existing human cadavers. Although some of his propositions are without efficacy, if this S-energy is real, it can be used to great ends in the Insurgency. Why stop at simply weapons? We could produce alternative forms of energy, ones that could bring their cost to near zero. Human corpses are ubiquitous in this world. Although Dr. Montero focused on those who died suffering, there is no indication that only negative emotions can produce this, or that they even must be deceased. Extreme joy in the birth of a child, for instance, could be an excellent source of S-energy. Funerals, sporting events, and moments of extreme religious/sexual ecstasy, could just as easily be used.
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What grand scientific opportunities abound in this place!
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10/15/73: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 16
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Two dozen failures; no dice on extracts.
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Santiago and his boys were drinking downstairs last night. This wouldn't be really noteworthy, if one of them hadn't shot one of my guys when he told them to keep it down. I had enough of it, and I told him that if he and his boys wanted to drink, they were going to have to get their own goddamn liquor in town and away from here.
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Santiago was pissed. Unsurprising, but what did surprise me, was his insolence in insinuating that I am partly to blame for this. Despite the fact that he was the one who suggested that I supply the booze, and he was the one who said he could handle it. If he hadn't given me the little shit who shot my guy, I would have killed him right then and there.
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I'm not sure what to do with him. The dipshit's in the hatch downstairs, the one those Labs fuckers used to get out of here. I'll probably just have him shot, to make an example.
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But it won't be long before something else happens, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep Santiago and his men in check. I promised them money back then. I can't pay them in cash, and I certainly will not given them the equipment here. Jackson's on my ass too. Flint keeps talking to me about how hard he works on my behalf, and yet, he was the one who keeps penny pinching me on how much I spend. If I don't have money, nothing will get done. It'll be Mexico all over again.
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No more Mexicos. Not with my name plastered on it, at least.
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10-23-73: Memo from Dr. Jin to Sgt. Bruckheimer
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I will need three additional human cadavers for an additional attempt at a batch of concentrated S-energy, all to gained humanely (from cemeteries, battlefields, etc.) as per my prior memoranda. Although I am optimistic, I believe that additional avenues of research must be considered, such as my recommendation on focusing on other other forms of high emotional intensity i.e love, sadness, anger, revulsion, etc. Perhaps, even, of relocating production of the extraction to an external facility where such things can happen under better conditions without need for outside sources.
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We don't have the resources for such a project. I can get you maybe two more, three if I'm lucky, but unless I can get results, I don't know if I can give you anything else. — Sgt. Bruckheimer
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10-29-73: Dr. Jin Research Notes, Page 23
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We have done it!
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It was on our third cadaver that we had finally extracted the illusive substance, that persistence fleer from human cognition!
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The apparatuses were working for three straight days on this one. At [REDACTED] degrees, and with the right combination of prior substances ([REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED]2) and 79 hours of constant upkeep and repeated adjustments to create chemical perfection, we have found the Goldilocks zone of S-energy extraction. While Dr. Montero was extracting droplets, we are extracting several milliliters.
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I quickly summoned Sgt. Bruckheimer, and informed him of the situation. Despite his military background, he quickly grasped the significance of this, and congratulated us on our work. But, just as quickly, he asked how to make S-energy extraction more efficient. In my ecstatic condition, I gave him a refresher on our research, and on my hypothesis, building upon Dr. Montero's personal findings, that living subjects will be more capable of creating S-energy on the scale needed for weapon production.
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But that lay in the future. Today, we must prove that it can be used in small arms.
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11-5-73: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D
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Dear. Sgt. Bruckheimer,
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My dear friend, your gift to the General has done wonders for your position here at high command. To hold the physical creation of your theories has awoken in him something I have not seen in him for years: genuine intelligence!
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He is in conference with the other General from high command. And no, despite what you may ask in your next letter, I was not allowed there, even as a minutes taker. But the practical results of your weapon will be more than enough to show the world what you're capable of.
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I must admit, as well, you choice for the 1911 was ingenious. He wouldn't shut up about his time in Normandy for an hour after he got it. I envy your position, Bill, I really do. You can only listen to so many of his old war stories before they all begin to blend together, and you start wondering if even he is bored of them.
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P.S. Do you have room for an old friend in your operation? A liaison position sounds like a good vacation.
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Your friend, Major General Flint
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Ass-kissing fuck.
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11-15-1973: Memo from Cpt. Santiago to Sgt. Bruckheimer
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Sergeant,
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I have a source. He works discreetly, clean. No Reds in his workforce, I can assure you. And if some are, I'll take full responsibility, and deal with him myself. He lives in [REDACTED]; that's all I can say in print.
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We leave tomorrow.
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-Captain Santiago of the 1st Eagle Company
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11-18-1973: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 35
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Finally got back from [REDACTED]. My ass is killing me from riding around all day. Santiago didn't make it easier, by deciding to take the backroads. Safety, he assured me — I think just an excuse to torture me for a bit.
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His guy was legit. Got us a dozen or so workers. All with some sort of fire-arm background, all willing to keep quiet with some promise of extra cash.
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They'll be busy converting the factory into a proper arms facility. As I write, I can hear them banging away and shouting orders at one another, swearing and joking with one another. It's been too long since I heard anything but bickering in here.
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Dr. Jin has been pushing me for funding for his project to extract S-energy. Problem is, we don't have the time. Jackson's been sending millions a month, but that won't last forever. I can't waste resources on his 'humane' method (as if keeping people locked in cages while you pump them with drugs is more humane than using the dead, which is what it would inevitably fall into).
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Human misery is easier to create than human happiness. We must utilize that fact. But how?
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12-13-73: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D
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Sgt. Bruckheimer,
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I have received your requests. I can grant three of them: (1) one restraining bed, (2) one Foundation captive, and (3) Scalper. They will be arriving shortly. The others may be granted when we have results.
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I hope that you take the proper safety precautions regarding some of our comrade's potential queasiness over distasteful means. If discovered, you and I shall face worse than court martials.
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Do not make me regret this.
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General Jackson
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12-28-1973: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 69
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I have lost two of my apparatuses.
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I did not notice them at all until one of my assistants pointed it out. We have created so many, that it must have slipped past me somehow. In my rage, I had presumed that one of Santiago's men had taken it. I marched my way up to the Admins office, but my anger turned to confusion, as I saw the large man in front of me, one I hadn't seen before.
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He must have been around 2 meters! And he had big, blue eyes, and a shaved head, and he stared into me, like he was studying me under a microscope.
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Then, Sgt. Bruckheimer came behind him, and clapped him on the back. "This, Dr. Jin, is Scalper. Scalper, this is Dr. Jin." This 'Scalper' smiled, and extended his hand out to me. I shook it, still confused. But my reason for being here came back, and with it, the rage.
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Then, the Sergeant told me that he knew they were gone. He had taken them. I was aghast. He had come into my laboratory, and took my tools without telling me! I demanded them back. I raised my voice, far louder than I had ever used before in such a setting. But Sgt. Bruckheimer simply told me, smiling, that I had better get back to work, before more of them go missing.
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I am offended. No, I am livid. I have not asked much of him. I have tried, to the best of my ability, to work with him, to compromise, for the good of the Insurgency. But this is one step too far! I will write General Jackson about this. If the Sergeant thinks I am going to let him walk over me, he is out of his mind.
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1-2-1974: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 38
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Haven't written this in awhile. Hard to keep everything straight. Don't really like thinking about the things happening. Too many possibilities flood my mind, and the fears come back.
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The General approved my plan. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand. We're tied at the waist now. If I fall, he falls with me. Flint has no idea what's going on now. I showed the General some of our correspondences - oh, yes, Flint, I did that. I hope you find out about it, someday, so I can make you know how badly you fucked it in Mexico.
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It was him. It was always him. It was a simple job, and he was supposed to be there to pick us up. A simple in and out OP against a Foundie site, and we lost half of our unit because he was wandering around with his dick in his hands. And then he just so happened to find us, just when I was about to give the surrender order. Convenient, isn't it, Flint? Almost as if you were listening. As if you wanted to humiliate me.
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I know you did it. I know you left me to die there. It was me they blamed. ME. My plan had worked perfectly, flawlessly, before you failed me. I know you were always jealous of me. Even back in training, I know you wanted to be me. But just because you spoke three more languages than me and your daddy was a one of the good old boys, you got to become an 'intelligence officer' while I got stuck killing Foundies. Not that I mind. But I could have if I had gone to a fancy Ivy League college with your rich cocksucking friends. Not anymore. I won. And while you're bored out of your mind in a clerk office, looking over a million boring reports, away from the action, you'll be wondering, Where did it all go wrong?, and I know it will be me who did it.
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Look at me. I've already lost what I wanted to write. I'm too pissed to think. Knew I shouldn't have written in this.
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1-10-74: Letters in Research Office, Document Collection A3E
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Dr. Jin,
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I have received your letter regarding Sgt. Bruckheimer's recent behavior re: confiscation of research instruments. But I must assure you that I will ensure that you receive additional resources in acquiring more apparatuses necessary for your research. I must also disagree with your assessment regarding Sgt. Bruckheimer's mental state. After extensive talks in person, I can guarantee that Sgt. Bruckheimer is of sound mind, and is simply doing what he considers in the best interests of the Insurgency. If you have any additional concerns, do not hesitate to write me again.
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General Jackson
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1-30-1974: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 75
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I haven't received additional apparatuses, despite the repeated promises of such from the General. I am beginning to think that him and the Sergeant are in collaboration.
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Regardless, I have to press forward. Already, the Sergeant has been demanding progress on a machine that can easily process S-energy into a form that can mass produce enchanted small arms for profit. I call it the Enchanter, which, while not a completely original name, fits it quiet nicely. It is moving forward at a splendid pace, but not forward enough too his liking. Theoretically, presuming all conditions are met in the design document3, then it should be easy enough that a Neanderthals could use it. Fully automated, with the help of the anomalous and that great fountain of miracles, human ingenuity.
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2-8-1974: Unlabeled Document in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3F
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Subject's dead. Got a good two gallons of the stuff.
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What do you want me to do with it? Sorry for the mess in advance, I got a bit carried away - Scalper
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Put it in the container with the rest, and put it in Research. Dr. Jin will extract what else he can get out of it.— Sgt. Bruckheimer
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2-8-1974: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 77
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That strange man, Scalper, dropped off a barrel. Behind him, one of his lackies was holding two milk jugs, glowing radiantly in the gloominess of the factory. After he placed it upright, Scalper nodded to me, and told the man - a boy, really, barely growing the faint outlines of stubble on his chin - slammed the two jugs onto one of my assistant's desk.
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I asked what was inside the barrel. "Cadavers," he said, smiling. "The General finally came through."
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"And the extract? How did you get it?"
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He shrugged. "Don't know. Above my pay grade."
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And with that, he walked out.
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Confused, I walked to the container, and opened it up. I had not thought much of it, at least, not until the fresh smell wafted out, and I stepped back as I felt my lunch rise up in my throat, burning. I wasn't even sure what I had just seen. It was just a mass of flesh and cornucopias of red. It was only then I realized that I was seeing a human body, with ripped up legs and feet and arms and hands and organs that piled on top of each other, slushing together.
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I stared inside, and, with great trepidation, I began to break it down for the apparatuses. It got easier, the further I got into it. I just thought of it like any other task, some unpleasant thing that needed to be done, regardless of one's personal needs and desires. Still the fear gripped me, and my hands shook as I worked.
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I vomited only once. It was when I saw the head, held it in my arms and I saw that it had no teeth. And no scalp.
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I need to get out of here.
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4-7-74: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Journal, Page 40
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The Enchanter is ready. Dr. Jin has finished it.
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I see he's lost a lot of weight. I know he wanders around the facility at night, sometimes. I know he stares up at my admin's office. He'll think I'm asleep. I rarely do these days.
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I'm thankful that the hatch is sound proof. Smell proof, too.
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The Enchanters been outfitted to the assembly lines. The workers are confused as to what it is. That's above their paygrade. Santiago is making sure they remember it.
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Speaking of, he's been a lot quieter these days. It's Scalpers doing. He's been talking with some of his men, and, to my surprise, some of them like him. Santiago's afraid they're going to switch the Insurgency proper, and leave him behind. At least, that's what Scalpers new friends are saying about him. Scalper asked if they could sleep up here with him and me. I gave him the go ahead, as long as he kept them in line.
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I am so glad I got Scalper. He's loyal, knows how to follow orders, doesn't ask questions. He doesn't complain. He doesn't ask for more and more money. He's a fucking professional. Unlike all of them.
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We have 10 gallons of S-energy. We shall be starting the first batch soon.
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5-19-74: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D
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Bruckheimer,
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I apologize in advance for the tardiness of this letter. I have been feeling under the weather recently, and have been unable to attend to business as well as I wanted to.
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The first rifles you have sent me have had a very positive impact on your reputation among high command. It destroyed a watermelon from four miles away. Simple, but effective, especially considering prior events (I fear that many simply do not understand the true events of Mexico, as you so elucidated to me).
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I expect they shall make a tidy profit. Big enough that they won't look too closely. It will, surely, keep the Major General Flint off our backs for awhile longer. He truly has been a thorn in my side since you showed me his true feelings. I know he is suspicious, much more than the others in High Command. He has always been one of the softer ones, unwilling to go above the call of duty for our cause. Unlike you, Sergeant, and unlike his father. That was a man who understood the greater good.
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I'll be sending five bodies over the course of the next five months. I hope that you will ensure that each and every one is put to good and efficient use.
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Yours truly, Jackson
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P.S. The Springfield you sent me has worked splendidly. Reminds me of my grandfather, who fought in the Civil War with one of these. The 33rd Ohio infantry regiment. A more civilized time indeed! Can you make me anymore of these older models?
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8-15-74: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 79
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I don't sleep much. Nor do I write. When left alone with my thoughts, I freeze up, and I see the head and Scalper smiling.
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It's gotten better. But not much. I haven't let anyone else see me dealing with them. I have to push through it. The worst part is that I am getting more from these than I ever got from the old bodies, the ones who probably died less painfully than whatever they're doing.
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I know it was Scalper. He occasionally looks at me, and he gives me these knowing eyes, as if he knows that I know. He had to have known I would see it. It was almost like he was threatening me. If it was, it certainly worked.
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Scalper has developed a coterie of minions that seem to answer to him. A couple of the Sergeant's men, and four or five of Santiago's men. They look to him for guidance, more than I ever saw them do from their Captain. Even when he threatened to court martial them, they just looked at him, blankly. I don't know if they respect Scalper more, or simply fear him more.
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The Sergeant demands that I do more to create bigger, better weapons. Find ways of making the enchanter go even farther. I don't know if I can, and I certainly don't want to, for I know that if this place is successful, it will create a thousand other monstrosities. It will not stop here. Even if the Insurgency shuts it down, the things that happened here can not go unpunished, not by the universe or God. It will spread, our weapons reaching all over the world, until someone breaks it down and analyzes it and realizes how to make it, and then we shall see a new type of warfare that would make all prior wars seem like simple child's play. Did Maxim ever feel this way, about the monstrosity he created?
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10-18-1974: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 44
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Jin is still sending letters out. It was alright when it was just to the General, but his constant attempts at contacting High Command have been nothing short of annoying.
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I have simply stopped sending them. They all end up in my office. And they piss me off.
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'A crime against man', 'immoral use of human lives', 'violating his sacred oath both to the Insurgency and to mankind', and, worst of all, 'unprofessional and not fit for command.'
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Would someone as 'unfit' as he says I am, be able to get this place up and running? Would he be able to turn some factory in the middle of nowhere into a profitable business? One that is funding dozens of operations around the world, for the good of man? The world is worth a couple dead Foundies.
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The nerve. The fucking nerve. Along with Santiago. He's been requesting - he no longer demands, not with Scalper in the room, no he doesn't - that he be allowed to recruit more men. I had three shot the other day for trying to desert. He stood there and watched as Scalper tested some of our products on them, in front of the others. It took them a couple hours to die, as the tumors consumed them. Scalper, apparently, made them all watch. Just to make sure.
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I couldn't use their bodies, unfortunately. But no matter.
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Anyway, I told Santiago no. Not worth the money, and I refuse to let him bring anymore of his fools into this mess. He said nothing. He simply walked out, his jaw tight and with hateful eyes.
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Everything just feels right.
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11-4-74: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D
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Sgt. Bruckheimer,
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I regret to inform you that your superior officer, General Benjamin Jackson, has died under unfortunate circumstances that we believe may be a Foundation plot to destroy high command. As I understand it, you and General Jackson were close, especially in the last couple months. He spoke very highly of you, and your accomplishments at your facility. He changed many minds, and convinced us of your talent and dedication to our cause.
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As cruel as it is, however, I did not send this letter purely out of a moral obligation to tell you of a close friend's passing - although that was part of it - but also, out of a need to further our investigation. First, I must provide you some context, for the circumstances are most peculiar.
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On the morning of the September 29th, General Jackson's adjunct discovered him at his desk. He was clutching an old Springfield - the one, I believe, that you sent to him - and covered in cancerous growths. Cause of death was multiple organ failure due to said growths. He had no other wounds. Nothing was missing from his desk. He had been complaining of feeling ill many times over the course of the past six months, but not to the extent here. We believed he may have concealed that from us, although for what reason, we cannot say.
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If you have any information that may be important to the case - possible enemies, unusual activity/happenings, etc. - please send it directly to High Command. I shall expect a response by the end of the month regardless, as I will be forwarding it to your new commanding officer, General Flint, when he arrives. As he was deeply interested in the operation of your facility, and the fact the two of you have worked close together in the past, we believe him to be the best successor to the late General. He shall ensure that the process is as painless as possible.
11-5-74: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D
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The little adjunct burned the letters. When I cornered him, he said it was to protect the Insurgency.
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But I'll find out soon enough. One way, or another.
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Happy Thanksgiving.
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11-5-74: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 45
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He's going to find out.
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He's going to find out what I did.
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He's going to ask where the Foundies went.
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I'm fucked.
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12-4-74: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 84
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I knew that something was wrong when I got the first letter from General Flint.
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He asked me about our weapons. Asked if there were any side effects. He said that he had been getting some concerning reports regarding them, and wanted to check with me.
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I had no idea what he was talking about. We had no reported side effects when testing. I didn't respond at first, for fear of the Sergeant reading it. But I decided that simply denying that it had happened wouldn't be enough, and, sure enough, it wasn't. But the Sergeant rarely leaves his room these days as is, so perhaps he hadn't read it at all. And Scalper doesn't read the mail, as far as I can tell.
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I received a response today. I read it, and the accompanying pictures. It was sealed, so I knew he hadn't seen them. Prolonged exposure did things. Sometimes they did nothing. Sometimes they could cause your body to rot from the inside. Sometimes they could backfire, exploding in their hand. Sometimes, it kept victims alive, and turned them into something worse, more monstrous. A whole list of things he had found. He then asked, simply, if I had known, or, if the Sergeant had known.
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I have not responded yet, for I am considering my options.
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I can do a couple of things. I can either confess, or I can run. Saying nothing is no longer an option, either for my soul or for my life. If I confess, then all the men responsible here will pay for what they've done. It may clear all suspicion of me, and may protect me from punishment if I pin it all on the Sergeant. But I can't do that. I simply can't. All that pain and suffering, both here and out in that world, is my fault, just as much as it is the Sergeants and Scalpers. I would be running from what I have done. I will be letting other people clean up my mess, something I can not, in good conscious, do. I will live with that guilt for the rest of my life, as I should, but I have no hope of recompense if I cannot deal with it myself.
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And that's why I cannot run. At least, not without dealing with those two. Maybe, if I do, I can have some manner of peace, for what I have contributed to this hell.
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But in order to do that, I would need allies. And I doubt that he will jeopardize his money for morals.
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I don't know what to do.
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I wonder if he's getting more bodies. It's been a bit since I've had one. That scares me.
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12-10-74: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 46
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No body. No body. Almost out of juice.
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Nothing from Flint. Nothing. I'm jumping at every letter I get. I'm terrified.
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I've kept them off my back. Gave them some bullshit about not knowing anything. Are they in on it?
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Can't be sure. Trust my gut. Don't trust them. Don't. Don't.
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No more body. Can't get more.
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I need money. I need to get out of dodge. But I need more extract. I need more FUCKING extract. No bodies = no extract. FUCKED FUCKED FUCKED
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Need more. I need it or I'll die.
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12-20-74: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 85
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I have made my decision. I cannot say that it was entirely my own. Bruckheimer has simply gone too far.
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Five days ago, Santiago came in, saying that he had lost one of his men. Now, before, we had set up a man hunt for this. The deserters were chased for at least a week before we got to them. But Bruckheimer, who, as far as I can tell, made his first appearance before us, as Santiago was making much noise downstairs. He looked ill, and he was constantly looking around, and staring. Scalper and the rest were near him, looking at Santiago. I watched this from my Research room, and I listened.
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Bruckheimer said it was nothing to worry about. That confused Santiago, who said he had to get out there and find him, to make an example of him. It would kill discipline in his company. Bruckheimer waved him off — literally. He then said that if he wanted to, that was his business, but that he wasn't going to waste his manpower on finding someone of no consequence. Santiago, infuriated, left. He has still not come back, although I believe he will soon.
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Now, only a couple hours ago, Scalper dropped off a new body. I thought nothing of it, and I opened it up. Inside, I saw another body, except this time, in a uniform I recognized. It was Santiago's man.
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I closed it back up, and collapsed in my chair, and I stared at my hands. They are covered in much blood, I know, and I know that nothing I do can clean out the iron smell and the red stuck underneath my fingernails. When I joined the Insurgency that day, they had told me that when fighting evil, one must be willing to dirty one's hands. To not do so is in an act of evil in of itself. And now I sit here having committed a great evil, I know what they meant, now. One must be willing to dirty one's hands to rid the world of evil.
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I will eliminate them. And I suspect that once Santiago discovers what has happened to one of his men, I suspect that he will be in agreement. But for now I must simply wait.
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Santiago arrived on the 1st. In that time, I have been trying my best to talk to him, without Bruckheimer's knowledge. It was only when walking past him in the manufacturing room, near the workers, as he huffed and puffed about some new, horrible thing that Bruckheimer had done this time, that I was able to slip him a piece of paper, telling him to meet me in the woods at night. When one of the guards - one of the few non-Scalper/Bruckheimer men here, an unknown quantity in this new struggle - asked where I was going, I told him that I was going for a walk. I hoped that it satisfied his curiosity.
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When he arrived at the specified time, I was relieved. He asked what it was about, that he thought that men like me simply had no time for men like he. I apologized for the inconvenience, and began to explain myself.
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I started at the beginning. I explained everything. He had been denied for so long, that I felt that, if I had any hope of convincing him of my course, I would need to show him that I had full confidence in him. I have no idea if it worked. But it was the only way. I have no other allies. I can trust neither High Command/General Flint, nor Scalper, who seems to only be driven by bloodlust.
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He did not react as I told him. He nodded, occasionally, and his jaws clenched when I went into the gruesome details. He grasped the concept of S-energy fast, only occasionally asking questions.
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After I explained everything up to that point, I then told him the fate of his man. He swore, but his eyes scared me more than his words. Even in the dark, the moon showed me his eyes, and they were piercing with hate and revulsion. He said nothing else, but he stared off into the distance. I continued, and he nodded, as if assuring me he was still listening, but he continued to stare off into the distance with hate.
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I then begged for his help. That the only way we were going to get out of this, was if we got out of here. There was no telling what Bruckheimer would do when cornered. Desperate men do desperate, horrible things, and it would only be a matter of time before something bad happened.
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Santiago looked back to me, and he sized me up. He then cracked a grin. "Honestly," he told me, grinning at me just a little too widely, "you wouldn't have needed to tell me about my man dying to get me to kill that son of a bitch. Now, though, I'm going to make him fucking scream.
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He laughed. I laughed alongside him, and through it, he said we must meet from now, two nights from now, to discuss future plans.
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I can only place my faith in him.
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It begins tomorrow.
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Santiago organized everything. His men are ready to strike tomorrow. I just need to keep my head down.
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One of Scalper's boys have turned traitor. He was one of the last ones to join, and it seems that he was kept in the dark about what they had done to one of his old comrades in the Company. He says that Bruckheimer is attempting to flee the country with the proceeds from one last batch of rifles, as he believes that nothing can be done to clear his name from (in his own words) 'high command sabotage'.
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I question how much of this was done out of genuine moral outrage, or simple self preservation. Regardless, he is our way of getting Bruckheimer and Scalper to let their guards down. He has a cousin in the workers barracks who trusts him. He will convince them to come out, as he will say that the workers are on strike. When they run out of the admins office, Santiago's men shall strike. I have tried to convince him to only kill Scalper and Bruckheimer, but I fear that he is out for blood. Perhaps its what they all deserve. But those two more than anyone. And I know how to punish those two, to give them a little taste of their own medicine. When its all over, he will have no one to blame but himself.
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I am scared at how fast I have turned bloodthirsty. I try not to think about it, and hope for the future.
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In my free time, I have been trying, to the best of my knowledge, to test what the side effects of the products here are caused by. I did so on myself. I requested one - an unloaded one, of course - and have held it consistently for many days now. For five days, I have felt horrible. I have vomited four times. There was blood in there. Not much, but a bit.
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I have been constantly checking and re-checking the gun. In this time, I have discovered something: that the S-energy in the gun is decreasing. Every day I have broken a chunk off this gun with a knife or a tool and placed it in the apparatus, breaking it down back to its component parts. Even when taking into account such things as the loss of it to inefficiency, it is unmistakable that it is going somewhere.
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I then cut my hand, and let the blood drip into a vial. Five milliliters. It hurt, but I had to make sure. I then placed it into the apparatus.
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When I got it back, I saw how much S-energy had been produced. It was about seven milliliters. That shouldn't be possible, unless I have an excess of S-energy on my body, and in my blood stream.
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It's poison. These things are poisoned, by him. S-energy isn't made equal. I see that now. When we did these things, we created a horrible, corrosive emotional discharge, one that was born in pain, and could thus only spread pain to everything. It's spreading to us, hurting us, twisting us, just like he did to their sources, those people he tortured for God knows how long.
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I am sorry. I was responsible for this. I turned your bodies into that, and infused you into these machines of war.
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I hope that I can make things right.
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Addendum-7475.2 — Incident Log
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On 2/13/1975, during the initial attempts at analyzing SCP-7475-B, personnel accidentally turned it on. SCP-7475-B began to expel smoke and heat up for thirty minutes before turning off, and opening up the output port for SCP-7475-A instances to be placed. Placed in there were two decomposing human cadavers. They received significant physical damage from being crushed (presumably by SCP-7475-B) and mutilated (pre-mortem). Both were wearing GoI-001 related uniforms. One of them, lacking four fingers, a tongue and left foot, was wearing the stripes of a Sergeant; the other had its scalped removed and forcefully placed into its mouth.
Special Containment Procedures: The area immediately surrounding SCP-7526 is to be restricted to exclude non-Foundation personnel, under a cover story of unstable terrain in collaboration with the local authorities. Any trespassers are to be detained and amnesticized. A Category L broad-range photocognition filter has been installed within SCP-7526, projecting an image of unoccupied mountainous terrain to any overhead viewers or image-capturing devices. Any historical records of SCP-7526's existence discovered outside of Foundation documents are to be suppressed.
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All inhabitants of SCP-7526 are to be confined within SCP-7526, with no forms of communication to outside individuals other than Foundation personnel. A Foundation research and observation outpost has been constructed onsite, and is to be occupied by 2 primary research personnel as well as 8 security personnel and 2 maintenance personnel.
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Census records of all inhabitants of SCP-7526 are to be maintained, as well as all known instances of SCP-7526-1 and variants of SCP-7526-2.
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Description: SCP-7526 is a primarily human settlement located in the Ötztal Alps,1 referred to as "Istpatjika"2 by its sapient denizens. Due to natural barriers and a lack of communications technology, SCP-7526 has remained completely isolated from the rest of human civilization since the year 1681 CE, with the sole exception being Foundation Personnel from the year 1997 CE onwards.
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SCP-7526 is currently inhabited by 536 individuals, 497 of which are non-anomalous humans of mixed Hungarian descent. The remaining 39 individuals are SCP-7526-1 instances. All sapient occupants of SCP-7526 speak a modified version of 17th-century Hungarian.
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SCP-7526-1 instances are humanoid entities standing an average of 3-4 meters tall. Their limbs are extremely elongated, making up the bulk of their height, and each bear a total of 5 joints as well as 7 digits per hand. The entities are primarily constructed out of a lightweight clay-like substance mixed with bone ash surrounding a lacquered wooden skeletal frame. They also have a thick tan-gray skin similar to the skins of root tubers that grows naturally over their entire surface. Several small hollowed gourds are installed in their torso and head, each filled with a different mixture of various substances and items.3
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The hand of an SCP-7526-1 instance.
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SCP-7526-1 instances demonstrate superhuman levels of dexterity, in addition to heightened physical strength and durability. The entities do not age, but various SCP-7526 inhabitants (including several of the entities themselves) have confirmed that over 6-12 decades they begin to break down and eventually cease life functions. They require no sustenance and do not need to breathe. The skin on the hands of SCP-7526-1 instances has anesthetic and antibacterial properties, activated upon prolonged surface contact with living organisms.
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SCP-7526-1 instances coexist alongside SCP-7526's human occupants, wearing clothes of similar design and frequently conversing and interacting with them. SCP-7526-1 instances are referred to as "Orvosok"4 by both themselves and the human population of SCP-7526. The process by which SCP-7526-1 instances are born or otherwise created is currently unknown. SCP-7526-1 instances are also the sole producers of SCP-7526-2.
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SCP-7526-2 refers to a variety of alchemical fluid substances manufactured with the use of dismembered human bodies. SCP-7526-2 is referred to as "Ádám Gyógyírja"5 by the inhabitants of SCP-7526, usually shortened to "Gyógyírja". The specific ingredients and preparation methods for creating SCP-7526-2 can vary widely from batch to batch, but all are shown to have similar effects when ingested by or applied to living organisms. These effects include, but are not limited to:
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Acceleration of plant growth.
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Anomalous generation of additional nutrients and vitamins.
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Pain relief.
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Increasing resistance to dehydration and extreme temperatures.
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Curative properties against a wide variety of diseases.
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Acceleration of wound closure.
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Toxin neutralization.
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Lifespan extension.
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Over extended periods of time, removal of genetic afflictions.
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The process by which SCP-7526-2 is created is closely guarded by SCP-7526-1 instances, and is currently unknown. It is known that SCP-7526-2 is renewable, and that human materials can be reused a significant number of times in the production of SCP-7526-2 before ceasing to yield anomalous results.
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Society
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Data compiled by Researchers G. Hoffman and D. Nobatti
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The society of SCP-7526 is almost entirely self-sustaining. SCP-7526 is located on top of a small geothermal spring that melts snow and ice to cause consistent waterflow. This has caused sufficient erosion to reduce sediment size to arable levels as well as providing clean water. Despite the elevation and low temperatures, agriculture is possible within SCP-7526 by way of a variety of divergently-evolved crop and livestock breeds unique to SCP-7526. These species are non-anomalous, but are considered part of SCP-7526 for containment purposes.
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7526-A-04
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Bos taurus
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A breed of smaller cattle identified by flexible shoulders and dense ash-grey coats, with an average adult weight of 710 kg. Their respiratory system is robust enough to survive at the high altitude, however they are notably vulnerable to illness.
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Gallus domesticus
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A breed of chicken with prominent head plumage and cream-colored feathers, weighing between 2 and 3 kg. They have hooked beaks, likely evolved as a result of 7526-A-12 making up a large portion of their diet.
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7526-A-12
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Helix pomatia
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A variant of the Roman Snail found in the wellsprings of SCP-7526. Their shells bear trace amounts of iron and several unidentified substances.
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Vitis vinifera
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A variety of grape similar to the Welschriesling grape. The grapes grow larger than most other grape varieties, with an average of 5 cm in diameter. It has been observed that the skin of the grapes is abnormally elastic, and bears odd whorl patterns.
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Beta vulgaris
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A strain of beetroot with a paler coloration and high sucrose content, similar to modern sugar beets, likely independently cultivated to a similar state from an earlier ancestor.
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Researcher Hoffman's Note: Although all the currently-recorded flora and fauna species within SCP-7526 are mundane in every way we've measured, it's still possible that they have some anomalous properties beneath the surface. This could help explain the functions of SCP-7526-2.
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The inhabitants of SCP-7526 have a highly traditional culture focused around maintaining the community. Any usage of materials is carefully planned and recorded in order to maintain agricultural stability and to prevent material shortages. Due to the small population and isolated nature of SCP-7526, each individual resident personally knows or is aware of a significant portion of the entire populace, leading to a high degree of interpersonal cooperation. The inhabitants of SCP-7526 at large are slow to progress or accept change, out of concern for their societal balance.
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Crime in SCP-7526 is rare, but not unheard of, and is usually punished by way of communal shunning and withholding the usage of SCP-7526-2 from the offending parties for a period of time.
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The local government consists of one person elected as mayor, who is advised by a council of twelve other individuals selected from the populace for their expertise in various areas. Notably, no SCP-7526-1 instances have been known to ever be elected to mayoral or councilmember positions, although they frequently contribute to discussions and deliberations and are generally viewed as authority figures.
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Despite being widely integrated, SCP-7526-1 instances are segregated from the human population in two major ways. First, SCP-7526-1 instances do not share housing with human individuals, aside from any apprentices that they take on from the larger populace. It is possible that this is a result of the significantly larger anatomy of SCP-7526-1 instances requiring different architectural accommodations. Second, there have been no recorded instances of SCP-7526-1 instances entering the grounds of the local churches or graveyards. The entities have been seen to semi-frequently seek out and engage in private conversations with local priests outside of church grounds.
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Several SCP-7526-1 instances live with and are assisted by human apprentices. All recorded apprentices have been unmarried men between 13 and 19 years of age.
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The production and dispersal of SCP-7526-2 is carried out within several basic pharmacies operated by SCP-7526-1 instances and their human apprentices. The actual creation of the substance has not been observed, but the end product is stored in large glass jars alongside the portions of cadavers and dispensed by small spigots. Storage of the jars varies between SCP-7526-1 instances, with some keeping them concealed beneath a counter or curtain, and others openly displaying them and their contents. Human customers generally demonstrate a preference for the shops that obscure their SCP-7526-2 stock.
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Human SCP-7526 inhabitants devoutly practice a version of Roman Catholicism consistent with the given year of the town's isolation. One notable difference is that, with no known exceptions, all deceased persons within SCP-7526 are cremated. There are several cooperating churches within SCP-7526 that are attended every Sunday by the vast majority of the local populace.
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Researcher Nobatti's Note: The cremation practice is puzzling. The overall population of the town remains very steady, so there's nowhere else the bodies could be coming from. It could be a ruse, and the dead are actually carted off to make SCP-7526-2.
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Researcher Hoffman's Note: The cremations are legit. I was allowed to watch one when the grandmother of the household I had been studying passed, poor Carina. That being said, they did seem fairly eager to ensure that I was part of the funeral. I suppose that could be due to their strict rituals, they might have seen it as an insult if someone who knew her didn't attend.
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Data compiled by Researchers G. Hoffman and D. Nobatti
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SCP-7526 was originally settled at an unknown date in 13th century Hungaria, where it existed as a remote but functional village for several centuries up until 1681. Its inhabitants would trade semi-regularly with other villages by mounting large trading parties that would descend from the mountains on long trips. The primary exports of SCP-7526 were grapes, metals and stone mined from the mountains, and cleaned ice water.6 Due to its remote nature and small size, only the closest communities had knowledge of SCP-7526's existence, and only four mentions of it have been found in outside historical records.
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Researcher Nobatti's Note: It should be noted that much of the history written here has been acquired directly from the citizens of SCP-7526, with essentially no other sources to confirm their statements. As such, some information may be faulty, possibly intentionally so.
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On February 17th of 1681, a large rockslide occurred that cut off the pass used to exit SCP-7526, effectively cutting off all contact with the outside world. Other means of egress were infeasible with the current level of technology, despite multiple attempts by the inhabitants of SCP-7526 over the course of roughly two weeks. The inhabitants have demonstrated extreme reluctance to discuss the settlement's history for a period of approximately two months after the rockslide, so Foundation knowledge of SCP-7526's history resumes in the month May of the same year.
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Researcher Hoffman's Note: I wonder why they've refused to tell us anything that transpired immediately after the rockslide, given how open they've been with other things. It has obviously had a massive impact on them and their culture. Though to be fair, it had to have been traumatic for all involved.
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Researcher Nobatti's Note: I think I know why. All mentions of SCP-7526-1 and -2 we've been given go back right up to the gap. And at the earliest statements we've been given post-gap, they were already being treated like part of the village.
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For several years afterwards the population of SCP-7526 (both human and SCP-7526-1) maintained concentrated efforts towards developing a sustainable system of living. Until SCP-7526 achieved self-sustenance, SCP-7526-2 was used heavily in order to ensure survival. It is noted that during this period, the SCP-7526-1 population explosively increased from 3 to 51 instances. In the year 1692, a stable state resembling modern-day SCP-7526 was achieved.
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Technology within SCP-7526 has developed beyond its initial 17th century state, and is roughly consistent with early 18th century science. Steam power has been discovered by the inhabitants of SCP-7526, but is seldom utilized due to a lack of fuel and other materials. No electrical or radio technology has been discovered, but crude daguerreotype cameras have been independently developed, making use of some of the rarer minerals naturally occurring within SCP-7526.
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In March of 1988, SCP-7526 came to the Foundation's attention when a distant aerial view of the village was captured using satellite photography. The images were initially flagged by Foundation sweeper teams in response to the unusual greenery for the elevation and temperature, and further investigation revealed the presence of structures. Closer aerial monitoring revealed the presence of several SCP-7526-1 instances, at which point anomalous status was declared and containment efforts began.
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Initially, the inhabitants of SCP-7526 reacted to Foundation aircraft and other observation efforts with fear, but after several years grew accustomed to them. A notable exception was the SCP-7526-1 instances, who continually attempted to evade detection. In 1997 direct contact was authorized, and a diplomatic party was sent. Contact was established without incident, and after a short period of collaboration between Foundation researchers and the human inhabitants of SCP-7526, full linguistic communication was achieved.
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In 1999, Foundation personnel were first permitted to directly meet and converse with SCP-7526-1 instances. A small research team was subsequently integrated into SCP-7526 for the purposes of more consistent study and surveillance.
Interviewees: PoI-7526-031 Elemér Ferenci, PoI-7526-088 Laci Gábor
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Note:All speech has been translated from the native dialect of SCP-7526.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Researcher Hoffman: Alright, thanks for agreeing to an interview, you two. This should be pretty straightforward. We can talk while you work, if you prefer.
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Elemér: Yes, yes, that is fine.
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Laci: Aye.
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Researcher Hoffman: Great. Now, were you both told about the Foundation and what we do here? I know that we talked at length with your council, but I don't know if they passed the word on to everyone.
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The two SCP-7526 denizens pause for a short period, with Elemér looking at the clouds overhead and Laci drumming his fingers on a wooden fencepost.
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Elemér: …You are border guards. Between things that are very different.
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Researcher Hoffman: Yes, I suppose that's a good way to put it. And your village here—
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Laci: —Town.
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Researcher Hoffman: —Yes, sorry, town. Your town is very different from the rest of the world, so we are here to make sure that neither side causes harm to the other. You've all been quite cooperative with this, unusually so actually. My question is, why is that? At least, from your own perspectives.
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The two SCP-7526 denizens briefly converse among themselves.
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Elemér: …There is no need for it. In Istpatjika, we spent a very long time making sure that everything is in balance. To survive. Best not be hasty with getting involved with other things, that is not our role. You yourself said it is to prevent harm. That is reason enough, yes?
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Laci: Aye. Best not to.
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Elemér: Also, we have agreed that your flying machines and computing boxes are most likely the work of the Devil. Best not to get involved.
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Laci: Aye. Best not to.
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Researcher Hoffman: Oh, ah, rest assured, our devices are strictly scientific. Perfectly safe. We've compiled some basic explanations as to how they work, which we provide upon request.
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Elemér: Yes, yes, but you can never be sure with the Devil. He is tricky like that. We thank you for your offers, but we will be fine with our Orvosok. They provide us with… what we cannot provide for ourselves.
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Researcher Hoffman: Actually, the 'Orvosok' are the only ones that have shown an interest in learning how our technology works.
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Both SCP-7526 denizens are silent for a moment.
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Laci: …Aye. They would be suited to devilry.
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Elemér: Laci!
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At this point, Elemér pulls Laci aside before turning back to Hoffman.
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Elemér: We are sorry, miss Hoffman, but we must go now.
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[END LOG]
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Researcher Nobatti's Note: I'm still against providing scientific material for them. It could lead to things getting out of hand very quickly.
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Researcher Hoffman's Note: It'll be fine, the higher-ups carefully thought it out. They don't have the materials or instructions to make anything that could pose a serious threat. I will agree that it's a little concerning that the 7526-1 instances the only ones interested, not to mention the rate at which they've been poring over the textbooks we've given them.
Note:All speech has been translated from the native dialect of SCP-7526. The interview takes place inside the entity's pharmacy, specifically the storefront side. The entity had agreed to show off several of its SCP-7526-2 solutions.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Rézmán: Good afternoon, mister Nobatti, and welcome to my clinic. I should hope you do not need treatment, ho-ho.
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Researcher Nobatti: Hi. Thanks for agreeing to share information with us.
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Rézmán: Of course, of course, it is only fair. We have learned many things from your books.
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Researcher Nobatti: Yes, the books. How could I forget.
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Rézmán: Wonderful books, so much to learn. We would always like to learn more. Some of your books on anatomy mentioned other topics, "neurology" and "genetics". We would very much like it if you could bring us books regarding those. They sound very interesting.
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Researcher Nobatti: …Unfortunately, I'm not the one who decides what we can give you.
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Rézmán: Ah, yes, most unfortunate. Do let them know. But I get ahead of myself. First, the Gyógyírja.
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The entity reaches beneath the counter and produces the first jar of SCP-7526-2. A portion of the human small intestine can be seen floating in a yellow-green brine, along with a thick pulp of ground herbs.
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Rézmán: We are both men of science, yes? I trust there is no reason to obscure anything.
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The SCP-7526-1 instance stares intently at Researcher Nobatti for a brief period.
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Researcher Nobatti: Of course. What goes into this batch?
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The entity turns to its human apprentice.
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Rézmán: A fine question. Gyenes, do you recall the mixture I taught you?
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Gyenes: Ah, yes Orvosok! For the ulcer tonic, the base is ten parts water, six parts vinegar and one part syrup.
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Nobatti and Rézmán, in unison: What type of syrup?
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Gyenes: B—beet syrup. Then you boil it for eighty minutes over low heat. And you, uhm, add a spoon of salt every ten minutes. After that, you grind four-weight of licorice root and an equal amount of chamomile leaf. And then you—No, first you take the base and cool it in a snowdrift, but make sure it doesn't freeze. Then you add the herbs, and the prepared intestine. Finally, you stir it with a rod, a copper one, until the color is the same all the way through.
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Rézmán: Very good, Gyenes! Very good.
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The entity turns to Researcher Nobatti.
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Rézmán: This is a fairly simple tonic to aid the gut. It mends ulcers and clears blockages, but it shouldn't be used to cure poisons. It can cause one to be thirsty, so make sure you have water on hand. Two glasses every other day for a week will usually be enough.
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Researcher Nobatti: I see. Does it function by stimulating gut absorption? That would explain why it's risky to use with poisons.
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The entity claps its hands together.
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Rézmán: Indeed, indeed! Very perceptive. You know the body well.
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Researcher Nobatti: Thanks. You mentioned the intestine is… prepared? How so?
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Gyenes glances at the entity nervously. The entity clasps its hands together.
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Rézmán: Ah, many apologies, mister Nobatti. That is still a secret we must keep. But to make it up to you, next I will show you one of our most complex tonics.
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The entity reaches beneath the counter and produces a large glass tank of SCP-7526-2. A shaved, severed human head can be seen floating in the brine, alongside several vegetables. The head's eyes, tongue and ears have been removed.
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Rézmán: For this one, the starting point is boiling the head with grapes and whole onions in a silk sack. The exact—
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Researcher Nobatti, mumbling to himself: And who were you?
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Rézmán: Pardon?
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Researcher Nobatti: Oh. I was just thinking out—I, uh, I was curious as to who the head belonged to. If that might, might affect the solution.
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All are silent for a moment before Rézmán moves the tank back beneath the counter. As soon as the entity moves, Gyenes breaks off and runs into the back room of the clinic.
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Researcher Nobatti: …I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean—
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Rézmán: You should leave now, mister Nobatti.
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[END LOG]
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Researcher Hoffman's Note: What the hell was that, Don?
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Researcher Nobatti: I know, I know. It had been reacting positively, and seemed so polite discussing that element, so I figured at worst it would just tell me it was a secret again. But this is still information. What's most interesting to me is how the apprentice reacted, I don't want to think about what would have happened if I had stuck around.
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Researcher Hoffman's Note: Just be careful from now on, especially with the actually anomalous elements of 7526. I've seen Gyenes around a couple of times since then, I'd suggest asking him before trying Rézmán again but he was definitely trying to stay away from me.
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Researcher Nobatti's Note: I'm not going to try Rézmán again at all. These things are dangerous.
Note: The following samples were covertly taken by Researcher Nobatti over a period of two weeks, at various points throughout SCP-7526. As such, some portions of audio may be unintelligible and the specific subjects involved cannot always be accurately identified.
Addendum 2/19/2002: At approximately noon of 2/11/2002, a single SCP-7526-1 instance7 approached the Foundation outpost. Upon being ordered to halt by security officers, the entity complied before producing a handwritten letter addressed to Researcher Nobatti. The letter read as follows:
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Hello, people of the Foundation we have come to know.
+You have been here with us for quite a while now, and the company has been most pleasurable, yes indeed. We understand that like us, you, too are scientists. Doctors. And also like us, you work to ensure the safety of those who are not. As such, we believe that there may be much we can accomplish together.
+We have discussed things over with the mayor and all the councilmen, and we have permission to allow one of you to witness a very rare event. The appointment of a new Orvosok, and the creation of Ádám Gyógyírja. It is our hope that this will help you understand our little town, and us within it, better.
+In particular, we extend this invitation to mister Nobatti, as we hope it may clarify any misunderstandings that grew between us. The procedure will occur at the red-roofed building built against the cliff face one week from now, in the evening. We will wait for you.
+God be with you.
+-the Orvosok.
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On the appointed date, Researcher Nobatti proceeded to the given destination accompanied by Security Officer Dwyer. Before their arrival, a total of 26 SCP-7526-1 instances had congregated within the structure. Due to the relative size of the visible structure, it was hypothesized and later confirmed that the building had subterranean extensions. Upon arrival, after a period of deliberation Nobatti was able to persuade the SCP-7526-1 instance at the door to allow Dwyer to accompany him, as well as allowing him to record the event on camera.
Footage begins outside the structure, with SCP-7526-1-05 "Ozsvát Orvosok" looking towards Nobatti and Dwyer.
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Ozsvát: You are ready now?
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Researcher Nobatti: Yes. Lead the way.
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The SCP-7526-1 instances enter the building, reaching back with one arm to hold the door open. Nobatti and Dwyer enter, and it closes the door behind them.
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Ozsvát: This way.
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The group passes several rows of shelves before continuing down a wooden hallway at a downwards incline. The shelves are laden with long pieces of wood shaped to resemble large human bones, as well as various ceramic jars and pots. The hallway is dimly lit by candles. Dwyer activates a flashlight.
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Researcher Nobatti: When did you all build this place?
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Ozsvát: Oh, it is an old mineshaft from before our isolation. Long since run dry, you see. We refurbished it to have a controlled environment.
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The group continues walking.
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Ozsvát: …There is another reason we chose this place.
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Researcher Nobatti: Because it's away from prying eyes?
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Ozsvát: Yes. The things we do here are necessary, but… we would hope to hide them from the eyes of God.
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Researcher Nobatti: Oh.
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Researcher Nobatti draws closer to Officer Dwyer. After another minute, the group reaches a more open area with three large doors installed. Ozsvát gestures to the leftmost door.
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Ozsvát: Through here. We have constructed a viewing platform for you, tall as we are.
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Ozsvát opens the door, revealing a large chamber occupied by many other SCP-7526-1 instances, gathered around an open patch of clay in the floor. Standing at the front of the crowd is Poi-7526-406 Kelemen Görgey, human apprentice to SCP-7526-1-10 "Vajk Orvosok." Vajk is crouched next to Kelemen, whispering to him. Several other SCP-7526-1 instances can be seen mixing a variety of powders and substances into the clay, singing in an unknown language. Kelemen is wearing only a loincloth, and the majority of his torso has been painted with intricate symbols. A tall wooden platform has been constructed off to one side, which Ozsvát gestures towards.
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Ozsvát: Up there. I will explain.
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Dwyer inspects the structure for safety, before nodding to Nobatti. The two ascend the structure, bringing them to roughly head-height of Ozsvát, who stands next to them.
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Ozsvát: When the isolation occurred, our ancestors were pushed to their limits. They knew that they would not survive, and knew not what they had done to deserve such a fate. In desperation, the town's doctor stepped forwards. He had travelled much before settling in Istpatjika, you see. He was one with a very… open mind.
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Ozsvát: He knew of rites that could be used to help one man survive beyond death. But these were wicked rites, learned from witches and blasphemers. God would surely scorn any man who used them. So, he turned to the Lord, and saw a vision of Christ upon the cross. A martyr damning himself to save mankind, like a doctor exposing himself to the plague to treat those who suffered from it.
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In the front of the crowd, Kelemen produces a small cloth bundle, which he opens. Inside are a variety of small objects, including a dog's tooth, several locks of hair, a shiny pebble and a wooden die. A SCP-7526-1 instance brings several hollowed gourds to Kelemen.
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Ozsvát: So that doctor of old cast aside his humanity, taking a new body of wood and clay within which his soul would lie. And then he began to study his old body, which was dead but not dead. The grace of life was still within it. And then he made the discovery that would surely condemn his soul, but would just as surely save many others.
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Kelemen places the objects within the gourds, before producing a knife. He remains still for a moment, before Vajk leans in and embraces him.
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Vajk: It is okay, you may still turn back. None would think less of you.
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Kelemen shakes his head, before cutting his palm with the knife. He grabs each of the gourds, and allows blood to drip into each, before taking a bandage from Vajk and bandaging his hand. Several SCP-7526-1 instances bring forth a large wooden skeletal frame resembling an SCP-7526-1 instance, before laying it in the clay.
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Ozsvát: He looked into his human body, and found the spark of life. That same life that so long ago, was given to Adam in the garden of Eden, a spark that would beget many others. He found God's greatest gift, and tried to coax it forth. But he could not. It remained within the body.
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Vajk passes Kelemen a small clay vial and steps away as he begins shaping the clay around the wooden frame. He continues shaping until the overall structure resembles a complete SCP-7526-1 instance, at which point he inserts the hollow gourds into the chest and head.
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Ozsvát: This spark could be used to invigorate the people, to soothe their pains and heal their wounds. To grow their crops and strengthen their bones. So, if it could not be removed from the body, then the body itself would be used.
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Kelemen drinks the contents of the vial and lies on the ground next to the inanimate SCP-7526-1 instance. He closes his eyes, and places his cut hand over its forehead, before beginning to chant in an unknown language. After several moments he begins convulsing, and his speech becomes slurred. Researcher Nobatti steps towards the ladder of the platform, but stops as an SCP-7526-1 instance places a hand across the top of the ladder. Kelemen's skin begins losing its normal pigmentation, and his veins can be seen pulsating through his skin. He continues chanting for several more seconds before gagging as spittle begins to froth around the mouth. His fists can be seen clenching tightly as his entire body begins shaking, before uttering a final syllable and collapsing. Kelemen ceases movement entirely. After several moments the new instance, designated SCP-7526-1-40, rises. The instance is moving significantly more slowly and stiffly than other SCP-7526 instances.
Vajk: Yes, Kelemen. It will be okay, the new skin has yet to grow in. Then you will not be cold.
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Researcher Nobatti: Christ. And then—
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Ozsvát: —Yes.
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Researcher Nobatti: You're going to butcher him?
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Ozsvát: No. We would not force this blasphemy on another. He will …prepare… himself. And then, he will be Kelemen Orvosok.
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SCP-7526-1-40 rises, and takes Kelemen's body in its arms, carrying it out of the chamber and through the rightmost door, through which Vajk accompanies it. The entity closes the door behind it.
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Ozsvát: We are sorry, mister Nobatti, but we cannot— it is too intimate of a process. We cannot allow you to watch.
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Nobatti: …That's fine.
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At this point Researcher Nobatti deactivates the camera.
Researcher Nobatti's Note: I'm disgusted with myself.
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Addendum 3/26/2002: As of the given date, a proposal by Researchers Hoffman and Nobatti to create an educational course on modern pathology, physiology and surgery for use by SCP-7526-1 instances has been approved, with special input from Dr. Sach of the Ethics Committee. Relevant materials and equipment are to be kept within an extension to the onsite Foundation facilities, constructed to accommodate the physical size of the entities.
Note: The following is a copy of a religious hymnal used widely within SCP-7526, translated from the native dialect. The hymn in question is noted to be unique to SCP-7526.
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Oh Lord, we pray to thee, today as all days.
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We pray for forgiveness not for our trespasses, but those of others.
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We pray for forgiveness for defilement of your most beloved creation, for the crime was done to preserve it.
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We pray for forgiveness for learning from things that have no place in your world, for the crime was done to allow us to bear witness to the glory of it.
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We pray for forgiveness for abandoning your gifts, for the crime was done to give them to others.
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We pray for those who break their body as bread and blood as wine, as your holy son once did.
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We pray in place of those who have exiled themselves from your hallowed grounds out of shame, for they believe they have no right to pray for themselves.
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Lord, we pray to thee, we beg of thee, to pardon and forgive, for all was done to cure the wounds and ills of your children.
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We pray for a peaceful rest for those whose bodies die in the darkness, so that we may live under your light.
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+Special Containment Procedures: The urn containing SCP-7585's ashes is kept in a standard storage locker at Site-17. Cultures of anomalous bacterial and fungal matter previously generated by SCP-7585 are maintained in on-site biological labs and should be handled according to Class-3 Biohazard protocols.
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+Description: SCP-7585 expired in September 1998 from toxic shock after becoming infected by an anomalously modified species of Staphylococcus. The body was cremated; the ashes show no anomalous properties. Several bacterial strains related to SCP-7585 are cultivated for their enzymes or byproducts. These strains have no anomalous properties aside from their origin.
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+Special Containment Procedures: Due to its location and peculiarities, SCP-7883 requires no special containment other than a fence surrounding the affected zone. Mobile Task Force Omicron-61 (“La Camanchaca”) are tasked with safeguarding and investigating the location. As no unauthorized entry has been detected since 1971, only standard cover-up measures are currently in use.
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When investigating the area, no special protection will be granted to MTF Omicron-61, as no danger has been perceived since its containment. As SCP-7883 is considered a low-level priority, exploration is only to be performed every five years to detect any changes. SCP-7883 must be explored at least once every 30 years, to prevent any possible spectral discharge.
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+Description: SCP-7883 is a phenomenon occurring in the former town of Sargento Aldea, located in the Atacama Desert, in Northern Chile. The phenomenon is consistent with haunting events common in other ghost towns, and while the effects are appreciated within the premises of the entire town, they are significantly more prominent within the following three locations:
While the phenomenon is spectral in nature, it only reflects in reality as hallucinations. These hallucinations tend to be auditory, although visual hallucinations have been confirmed in some cases. So far, no physical manifestations have been documented.
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What makes SCP-7883 unique is the understanding that no event that would serve as the haunting’s catalyst ever occurred within the Sargento Aldea village. While other ‘salitreras’ suffered from cases of mass starvation and ‘matanzas’4, this was not the case for Sargento Aldea. Sargento Aldea functioned from 1898 to 1933, only being decommissioned once the national saltpeter market collapsed following the creation and mass production of synthetic saltpeter.
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While deaths did occur within the mining and refinery facilities, deaths were statistically less than most other mining facilities in Chile, including 91% of all saltpeter villages in the Pampa del Tamarugal region in Northern Chile.5 While hauntings have occurred in other mines in Chile (See: El Chiflón del Diablo Coal Mine and the Humberstone Saltpeter Village Complex, two well documented haunted mines in Chile), they have significantly higher death tolls than that of SCP-7883, surpassing Sargento Aldea’s death toll by several hundreds. Other haunting spaces are also linked to major tragedies, such as the ‘Matanza de la Escuela Santa María’ or the ‘Masacre de la Coruña’, two instances that saw the deaths of 3,500 and 2,000 workers respectively. In contrast, Sargento Aldea had a relatively healthy life for a saltpeter refinery, with most workers continuing with their lives well past the refinery’s defunction.
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At the time of writing, SCP-7883’s spectral energy is equal to that of a highly charged haunting place. As explained above, the reasons behind this are not understood.
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Log of SCP-7883 Occurrences
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+The following is a list of paranormal events associated with SCP-7883. For ease of reading, they have been divided in three sections: Events occurring at the Oficinas Salitreras, events occurring at the Housing Complex, and events occurring at the Pulpería store.
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Oficinas Salitreras - SCP-7883 Events
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+Event: At 5 AM every day, the sound of the complex’s chancadoras starting up is heard throughout the building.6
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Event: Hundreds of animitas7 are seen plaguing the cachuchos area.8
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Event: At 8 AM on Saturdays, a man’s voice is heard yelling ‘Viene el Godo!’.9 Hundreds of footsteps are heard rushing outside the refinery. People claim to see doors opening and closing during this period.
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Event: The pools where saltpeter was left to dry are seen covered in saltpeter. Workers are heard, and sometimes seen moving saltpeter into them using shovels.
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Event: The sound of barreteros working on smashing boulders are heard from the interior patios of the building.10 At irregular intervals, the sound of working stops as loud screams are produced. After a period of 10 to 20 minutes, the working resumes.
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Event: The Lord’s Prayer is heard being chanted from the inside of some rooms, such as the boiler section and the foreman’s office. The prayer is repeated up to 50 times, with an average of 12 prayers per event. Accompanied by it, the church’s bells are heard ringing, but only once on Saturdays, and twice on Sundays.
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Event: From time to time, the sound of water and/or oil is heard trickling down throughout the facility. A quicksilver-like goo has been seen moving when this occurs. This is believed to represent agua vieja (dirty water), a solution of saltpeter, detritus, and mixing agents that are left as residues inside the cachuchos after the leaching process is finalized.
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Event: ‘Lavate ese chuño, mierda’ is heard, followed by a wooden wash basin being thrown from the other side of the building to the source of the sound.11
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Housing Complex - SCP-7883 Events
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+Event: A man in his 30s is seen running from house 14 to house 22, carrying newspapers. He trips and falls, leaving some papers behind. Newspapers are from September 13th, 1924, making reference to the military coup that took over Chile on the 11th of September.
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Event: “Calma mijo, si no eh’ el Regimiento 7” (Calm down mijo, it’s not the 7th regiment) is heard being repeated every few seconds for between five to ten minutes inside house 5 during Wednesdays. Slight sobbing can be heard coming from the house’s shared bedroom.12
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Event: Four workers are seen playing cacho inside of the guest room of house 8.13 The game always ends the same way, with the older man on the left winning. He gets up after collecting the token he’s won, then leaves the room, at which point he disappears. The rest keep playing, but no wins occur afterwards.
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Event: Between 8 and 12 voices begin singing the following song:
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Vende el huasito sus vacas,
+sus caballos ensillados
+porque dicen que en el Norte
+ganan plata a puñados.
+P'al Norte me voy, me voy
+p'al Norte calichero
+donde seré un caballero,
+de bastón y de tongoy.14
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Selling the ‘huasito’ his cows,15
+his saddlebacked horses
+because they say up to the North
+(people) make money like crazy.
+To the North I go, I go
+To the North ‘calichero’16
+where I’ll become a gentleman,
+of cane and ‘Tongoy’.17
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Event: A man is heard complaining of pain, before yelling out the name of what are believed to be other workers. Giggles are heard then the cycle continues. Believed to be a group of people playing capote, a game where a person stands facing a wall as others take turns kicking them in the arse; the target must guess who kicked them. If successful, they swap places, if unsuccessful, they keep being the target. This event continues for several hours, the target never seeming to change places.
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Event: A fog covers the inside of several houses, mainly houses 1, 2 and 19. Small tremors are heard when standing inside, although no actual tremors occur. A man is sometimes seen running from house to house, turning on the houses’ lamps using sea lion fat. After a period of 10 hours, the fog disappears. The same man appears again to turn them off.
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Event: Children are heard giggling near House 25, which used to serve as a school. The sound of ground trembling is heard as the sound of a train passing by is heard. The children are heard rushing towards the sounds of the train, disappearing soon after. Of note is that the closest train service is 60 kilometers away from the village.
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Event: A car’s engine is heard, a man believed to step out of it, speaking to another man about ‘collecting ripio’.18 An exchange of some sort occurs, then the car engine is heard again, and the man is believed to have left the site.
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Pulpería Store - SCP-7883 Events
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+Event: The sound of ceramic breaking is heard. Shouts and giggles are heard immediately afterwards. Sometimes, a broom being thrown can be seen coming out the storefront.
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Event: Two men are heard discussing guarisnaque. Someone, most likely a superior, hears them and yells at the two. They quickly scatter afterwards.19
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Event: Incessant knocking is heard from inside the canario’s booth. These hits stop when a person approaches the booth, but resume soon after they leave.20
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Event: Group of men gather around the back of a store to play games and drink. They sing songs and spend six to eight hours inside the room. When morning comes, the men seem to scatter, but not before apparently dumping all remaining alcohol onto the floor. What is believed to be the spilt alcohol is heard bubbling.
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Event: A fight seems to start inside a restaurant as either the owner or a cashier is heard saying "No le sirvai’ al chingao’ ese/Don't serve that 'chingao' over there".21 The fight lasts for several minutes, before a gunshot is heard. A small gunpowder cloud is seen near the door at this time. Due to context, it’s believed the shot was a warning, and no worker was impacted by the bullet.
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Event: A man and a woman discuss going on strike near a vendor’s tent. The vendor, or another patron joins in and attempts to talk them down. Tremors are heard during this process, although no person reacts to them. The church’s bells are heard after 25 minutes, at which point the tremors end, and the group disperses, having reached no agreement.
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Event: People are heard greeting the village’s foreman, Ernesto Lemebel, and offer him products and alcohol. While the foreman is never seen or heard, all people talking to him show that he reacts positively, making his way from House 1 to the pulpería section, to then part to the saltpeter works with several gifts in hand, and several more packed into a pack mule that follows behind him.
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Event: The ceiling of three restaurants appears covered in a quicksilver-like substance, which drops into the kitchen and tables. Event suggests cooking was partially done using saltpeter residues too rough to be packed away.
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Event: A group of 15 to 20 workers approach a cart that approaches the pulpería. From within, they pull out coal and other products. Several rats are heard scattering into the pulpería, who several other people chase after. The rats are believed to either be killed using rock maces and brooms, or successfully escape alive.
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Event: The following conversation takes place between two vendors:
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+Vendor 1: How’s the luck for today?
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Vendor 2: Bad. The bones ain’t looking too good.22
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Vendor 1: Jeez… What’s your guess? Another tax on the carraca?23
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Vendor 2: This is it, I think. We’re done.
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Vendor 1: What do you mean?
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Vendor 2: Didn’t you see the face of ‘el limpiaito’ as of late? He looked like he’d seen the Devil.24
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Vendor 1: Well, yeah? The east production needing to close the-
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Vendor 2: I’ve been here 25 years, bisoño.25 We’ve been through worse, and he’s never looked this afraid. Something has changed.
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(Silence for 23 seconds)
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Vendor 1: Well, guess it’s back to work then.
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Vendor 2: And the worry, where has it gone?
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Vendor 1: Worry don't sell no goods, nor does it mine the caliche. If something has changed, that’s no trouble for the now. Maybe for tomorrow, but not now.
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Addendum 1: Interview Log
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+Under the belief that these hallucinations could be talked to with the proper paranormal abilities, a team from the Department of the Departed was contacted to attempt an interview with a subject. Following a string of failures, a link was eventually established with foreman Ernesto Lemebel on his office:
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Pulpería Store - SCP-7883 Events
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+Interviewer: Anabel Zapatero, Department of the Departed, Site-21
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(Agent Zapatero enters the foreman’s office. She turns on her radio device, and attempts to establish a connection to the spirits of the area)
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Zapatero: Hello? Mister Lemebel?
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Lemebel: Ah, Ramona. Didn’t know you were coming today. What brings you here?
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(Agent Zapatero jumps, not expecting a response. She attunes the device, trying to separate Lemebel’s voice from the background static better)
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Zapatero: Uh, nothing special, just… Just wondering what you have been up to lately.
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Lemebel: Checking the huinchas, of course.26 It’s the end of the day, so I must make sure the numbers add up.
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Zapatero: Do they?
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Lemebel: As a matter of fact, they do. Rather underwhelming numbers, but they check out.
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Zapatero: Underwhelming? Is there an issue with the production?
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(Silence, before a laugh is heard)
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Lemebel: You oversee production, you tell me.
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Zapatero: Oh. Uh, well, it’s been slower for sure, but it could be worse. We’ve been through worse.
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Lemebel: (Laughs) It could be worse indeed. Yeah, it… It could be.
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(Silence.)
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Lemebel: You know, you’re- You’re not the first person who’s come here after the ‘disaster’ began,27 and you’re certainly not gonna be the last. Take a seat. You might need it.
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(Zapatero looks around, only seeing an extremely rusted metal chair.)
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Zapatero: It’s… It’s fine, don’t worry. Do you need to talk about something?
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Lemebel: I don’t need to, but I must. It would be unfair to leave my top people in the dark, you know? I’ve… I’ve done this for enough time and it’s impossible now. People just know what’s happening. I know they do. How can you not, if I’m forced to close half the factory, and send everyone home?
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Zapatero: Sir, just speak your mind.
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Lemebel: Right…
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(The sound of a cabinet opening is heard, followed by the click of a lighter.)
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Lemebel: Want one?
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(Agent Zapatero shakes her head.)
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Lemebel: It’s over for us. Sargento Aldea is going down with the ship once again.28 We’ve fought with valor, with honor. We’ve fought with the sweat of our brow, with calloused hands and broken feet. We fought, and we could keep fighting, but the saltpeter, right now? It isn’t leaving the town, Ramona. It’s not leaving the ports. It’s been three months, Ramona, and things are not getting better.
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Zapatero: So the village is closing for good?
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Lemebel: We have until the end of the year, and then Antofa will abandon us.29 Whether we’ll be bought by another company or if we’ll have to abandon this place for good… I don’t know.
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Zapatero: … The era of the salitreras is over.
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Lemebel: As grim as those words are, they ring true. Soon we’ll all be out in the streets and… God Father, have you been to Tongoy lately? There’s no jobs. People are leaving for the Capital, and there’s nothing there either. Only pest and misery. President Alessandri’s doing his best to contain it, and it might work, but for us calicheros? For us, the dream’s over. We’re out and… And that’s it. We fought a war, we gave our all for decades, and yet we don’t matter any more than the worthless pebbles we dig out of the ground.
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(Silence for 8 seconds.)
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Zapatero: What will happen now?
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Lemebel: You and I keep quiet, and we keep giving our all. We return to our work, as if nothing has happened and… When the time comes, we fall. That’s it, really.
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Zapatero: You’re not telling the others?
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Lemebel: The moment I tell them, I’ll lose them. Everyone knows what being given the blue means for their life right now.30 They’ll be out in the streets, eating rats and bathing in filth. I can’t do that to them. I can’t bring myself to.
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(The sound of a chair moving is heard.)
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Lemebel: So I’ll keep the illusion up for just a bit longer. For a few more months, the salitreras will dance; all of Tarapacá will. The caliche will be ground into dust and the dust will be melted into the white gold that feeds us for just a bit while longer. And maybe… Maybe once we’ve done enough…
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Note: At this point, foreman Lemebel stopped speaking. Agent Zapatero attempted to re-establish communication, to no avail. On later dates, foreman Lemebel was able to be contacted, but the conversation inevitably ended up outputting the same information, regardless of how much the agent in charge deviated from the previous conversation. So far, no new information has been obtained, nor any other spirit has been successfully contacted.
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Addendum 2
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+Following a two-year period, no additional information was able to be gathered, and research into SCP-7883 was officially shelved, its research team disbanding soon after. Containment procedures are to remain for the foreseeable future, with research only permitted to ascertain the anomaly’s continued existence, and report any changes.
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As part of the final report, SCP-7883’s research head submitted the following commentary:
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To say that the saltpeter village Sargento Aldea was the place of a haunting would be a lie. A misunderstanding, at the very least. When we saw workers loading coal into the smelters, or breaking caliche into pebbles, or buying alcohol and cigarettes, we were not interacting with specters of any kind. There was no soul behind them, not even the residues of one.
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Foreman Lemebel lived well after the closure of Sargento Aldea; most if not all workers did. Lemebel died in 1948, from what is believed to have been pancreatic cancer. Ramona García, the person Agent Zapatero represented, died in 1946 during a workers’ massacre. Three other people died in massacres, and several dozens, if not up to a hundred, were killed by the plague. Countless more by the terrible conditions of the poverty epidemic that ravaged the country well into the 60s.
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And yet, none of them have decided to haunt the saltpeter refinery. What remained was more akin to an echo, bits and pieces of many lives lived inside of that trap of steel and nitre. The work and the fun, the private and the public, the good and the bad. Decades of happenings, of silly little moments, of monotonous work and monumental change… It all remained inside of the village.
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We don’t know for sure why: Was the foreman a reality bender? Was there something to the village that isn’t there anymore? Is it something that could happen again, given the same circumstances? We don’t know, and with what little remains of SCP-7883, we may never know. What we do know is that for many of the saltpeter workers in Northern Chile, including Sargento Aldea’s foreman, the saltpeter life was all they knew, and all they had. And once the Great Depression and the creation of synthetic saltpeter hit them, that life was over.
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Obviously, none of them wanted things to end. In that era, saltpeter was the blood of Chile. It was their everything. And so, in SCP-7883, we see a refinery that refused to end like the rest. A moment trapped in time, where the depression never took down the saltpeter industry. Where Tongoy and Arica and Tarapacá, where all the cities kept being the major hubs that they were, and so they keep drinking like they always have, and they all keep working because they still have work to do. Because work still means something to them.
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Past the unique phenomenon that it is, SCP-7883 is no more than a mirage, hallucinations of a world from a century ago that we can interact with, not unlike a museum’s diorama. It’s not gonna hurt anyone, of that I’m sure, so research into it is to end immediately. Maybe someday we’ll reopen studies, have a cultural evaluation of these memories, but for the time being, Sargento Aldea can join all other salitreras, and take a well deserved rest.
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Honorato Gutiérrez, Department of History, Site-38
Filename: Oficinas salitreras de Humberstone y Santa Laura, Chile, 2016-02-11, DD 53.jpg
+Author: Diego Delsa
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: All usage of SCP-7888 should abide by regulations described in Ethics Committee Protocol: "Fern Flower".
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Description: SCP-7888 is a Foundation-produced communication method. By utilising various memetic suggestions through plain text, SCP-7888 diminishes the retroactive generation of anomalous phenomena in baseline reality.
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Since SCP-7888’s implementation, the general danger and hostility imposed by newly discovered anomalies has decreased by ~60%. Current instances of SCP-7888 do not completely prevent the existence of malevolent and irrepressible anomalies, although most now follow commonly documented anomalous laws. This has made overall containment and research significantly easier. An increase in beneficial and benevolent anomalies, as well as more concisely written SCP documentation has also been noted alongside these changes.
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Discovery Log: SCP-7888 was created following an increase in retroactive reality alterations detected by the FRCN (Foundation Reality-wide Communications Network). In one week, a higher amount of newly discovered anomalous phenomena were reported, most in some way relating to the concept of “Luck”. The departments of Memetics were able to produce and successfully employ SCP-7888 during this time.
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Due to the immense level of harm such entities presented, SCP-7888 was originally intended to neutralize those responsible through lethal memetic hazards. This decision was later revised, upon confirming the possibility of a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario. An alternative, non-lethal form of memetic suggestion was then created, which successfully nullified the influence of numerous entities.
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Despite being approved by a majority of leading Foundation personnel, the Ethics Committee expressed dissatisfaction, opting for a clear psychological evaluation of these entities before any further use of SCP-7888. Two months postponement was approved, and access to a majority of Foundation documentation for psychological study was granted.
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An initial set of newly improved memetic agents were finally produced, using the Ethics Committee's findings as a basis. These were intended to reduce hostile anomalous activity whilst retaining favourable standing with these entities, until a means of clear communication could be developed. This proposal was finally agreed upon by all leading Foundation personnel after the latest SCP-7888 instances proved the most effective. A log of currently utilised instances can be found below:
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WARNING: POTENT MEMETIC HAZARDS AHEAD
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The following is a list of SCP-7888 instances that have proven the most effective.
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+Special Containment Procedures: The entry point into SCP-7914 is to be surrounded by a security fence and assigned two guards. Any civilians who approach the entry point are to be amnesticized and turned away.
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+Anyone who enters SCP-7914 without authorization is to be considered lost. No rescue is to be attempted.
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+Description: SCP-7914 is an extradimensional space with inconsistent topography. Personnel who explore more than a short distance beyond the entry point are unable to find a way back out, and lose radio contact shortly thereafter. The topographical arrangement of the small area that has been explored has changed each time it is observed.
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+The only entry point into SCP-7914 is a set of large double doors similar to those of a hotel in the American Art Deco style. These doors are set into a natural stone wall at the bottom of a 10m deep sinkhole in Olympic National Park in Washington State, USA. Excavating to enter from any other direction reveals only soil and stone typical of the region.
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+Addendum 7914.1:
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Lock: "Entry into SCP-7914 went as expected. The team was prepared with over a week of rations and plenty of backup supplies for an extended exploration."
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Five: "The entry point led to a tangle of hallways visually matching an old hotel. There were intersecting halls at seemingly random intervals and angles. The peeling wallpaper was dull yellow with a floral pattern. Cutting into the wallpaper revealed concrete walls. The loop carpeting was a faded red. Cutting into the carpet revealed concrete floors. There were doors leading to empty rooms placed seemingly at random along all walls. There were no light sources at any point throughout the maze."
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Lock: "As expected, we lost contact with the outside moments after we were out of sight of the entrance. Backtracking promptly confirmed that the way we came from no longer led to the entry point."
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Seeker: "We started with relay procedure Sowulo-7 to determine basic characteristics of the shifting maze. This includes dividing the team to visually cover as much of the maze as possible without leaving anyone out of sight of at least one other. This gave us confirmation that the maze remained consistent while observed, but that any unobserved portion would be instantaneously and silently rearranged."
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Five: "Note that throughout our exploration, our light sources were approximately 20% less bright than expected and faded in effectiveness over distance approximately 40% more quickly."
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Fade: "In addition to the mentioned light absorption we observed, electrical equipment was drained at an accelerated rate. Our lights and recording equipment should have lasted for weeks before needing replacement batteries. Instead, there was observable battery usage after just a few hours."
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Seeker: "We first employed standard shifting maze procedure Dagaz-2 in hopes of finding one of the more common rearrangement patterns. When that produced inconsistent results, we switched to Dagaz-4 to identify larger trends, at the cost of considerably more time investment."
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Lock: "Dagaz-4 took at least 5 hours to produce consistent results. Time passage is estimated due to increasing inconsistencies between time tracking devices."
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Digger: "We determined that the twisting corridors were always leading back to a central point. We worked backwards from there to find a point as far from that 'center' as possible without being forced back towards it. Then we made a straight line directly away from it. Took most of my demolition charges to get through 7 consecutive concrete walls, but that's what it took to exit the 'hotel' portion of the maze."
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The Marble Corridor
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Five: "After demolishing a path out of the first tangle, we found a hallway that was straight in both directions as far as our lights could reach. No turns or openings. The walls and floor were smooth marble. White with black streaks. The ceiling was out of sight above us."
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Seeker: 'We started marking the walls and proceeding with each of us walking at a slightly different pace as per potentially infinite slash looping corridor procedure Jera-1."
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Fade: "We needed to swap out batteries for the first time about an hour into the marble corridor. Small time measurement discrepancies prevented us from determining a precise ratio, but our equipment was draining power at least twenty times more quickly than the typical rate."
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Lock: "After Jera-1 and 2 both failed to provide conclusive results for about 6 hours, we started discussing non-standard methods."
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Digger: "As per my favorite test, I used the last of our demolition charges to blow through both walls. They were a couple meters of solid stone thick, but we got it done."
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Five: "Even after several hours of walking, the new hole in the wall we had come through led back into the hotel tangle. My current theory is that the marble hall is a loop that appears to be a straight line but actually forms a circle wrapped around the hotel region. The opposite wall led to a new corridor."
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The Chain Chute
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Five: "We exited the marble corridor into a much smaller space. The walls, floor, and ceiling of this hall were composed of rusty iron chains so tightly packed together that they were effectively solid surfaces. This hall was a square which I estimated to be 2 meters wide and tall. By this point, all attempts at precise measurement would produce slightly inconsistent results from one attempt to the next."
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Vector: "On a more concerning note, both walls were lined with hanging meat hooks halfway up and approximately a meter apart."
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Seeker: "The inconsistent measurements there didn't suggest an infinite slash looping path the way they had in the marble corridor. I theorized that there would be an end point eventually, but we had no way to determine which way or how far."
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Lock: "It's always fun to flip the arbitrary decision coin. We went left."
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Vector: "I observed the meat hooks slightly wobbling without any apparent cause."
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Fade: "We proceeded for about 12 hours without any indication that Seeker had been incorrect. We replaced batteries in our light sources again and started leaving recording equipment powered down when not actively in use. Most recordings came back badly distorted anyway."
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Lock: "There was no warning when the floor suddenly shifted out from under us. In under a second, the entire hall rotated 90 degrees to become a vertical shaft. The wall chains were too tightly packed to hang onto, so we were forced to catch ourselves on the hooks that had rotated to hang towards the new down. Digger and Five were injured in the process of catching themselves."
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Vector: "We quickly agreed that this had been some kind of intentional trap to stop forward progress. As such, we opted to climb up and continue in the same direction relative to the hall. We left our medical supplies with our injured team members and proceeded upward, hook by hook."
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Fade: "Time and distance tracking inconsistencies increased at an accelerating rate as we approached the top of the hall."
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Lock: "While it became increasingly difficult to track time accurately, I estimate that we spent 3 hours climbing before we saw an end to it. The moment we pulled ourselves up past a ledge made of the chains, everything rotated back to the previous state. We tumbled into a new region as the hall became horizontal again."
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The Empty
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Seeker: "When we exited the chain-lined shaft, we entered a space with the same hall width and red loop carpeting as the hotel. The difference here was that there were no walls or ceiling. Instead we were surrounded by a seemingly endless void that swallowed our light without revealing anything. There was still a tangle of intersecting floating catwalks, which only became visible at close range."
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Fade: "Despite our eagerness to continue exploring, I insisted on taking a longer rest after an exhausting vertical climb. Even though I was concerned with our rate of resource consumption, we desperately needed to recover."
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Lock: "Less than an hour into our overdue break, Digger and Five caught up to us. This despite our multiple hour head start and their much slower pace. Spreading out as per procedure Othila-2 confirmed that the spatial and temporal distortions were becoming severe enough to prohibit further tests that would divide the group beyond our limited sight range."
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Five: "I can't say how long we rested, but it was desperately needed. Taking a nap on a hall suspended over a void on both sides was more than a little disconcerting."
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Seeker: "We started with procedure Dagaz-4 due to our success back in the hotel tangle. It didn't work at all. Our brightest lights revealed no more than a dozen meters ahead of us, and we couldn't find even a hint of a pattern from one intersection to the next."
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Fade: "We worked our way down the list of Dagaz procedures for what must have been at least 12 hours with no leads or theories. At that point I was forced to start rationing water and batteries. Neither of these should have been an issue for several more days."
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Five: "During another brief break to brainstorm options, Digger suggested breaking through the floor just to see what would happen. Even without demolition charges, a sledgehammer would be sufficient eventually. That got me thinking. We could see beneath nearby intersecting halls, but never beneath the one we were currently on."
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Seeker: "Five's idea finally gave us a new angle to start testing while Digger was breaking things. Reaching under the current hall revealed nothing, even when observed from an intersecting hall. Same for a bunch of similar tests. Breaking through the floor didn't reveal anything but more void. We finally hit the breakthrough when I lowered a rope directly beneath an intersection and it vanished sooner than other things did in the diminished light."
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Lock: "Lacking better options, the team lowered me on a rope into the layer of darkness. After a meter or so I was able to see again. I gave the rope two tugs to indicate that the team should follow me."
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The Sacrifice
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Fade: "It took some doing and leaving some rope behind, but we got everyone down without any new injuries."
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Five: "We found ourselves in another shifting maze. This time the walls, floor, and ceiling were smooth, polished granite. There were occasionally squares of light absorbing shadow in the ceiling about the same size as the intersections of the catwalks we had been on."
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Seeker: "Despite superficial similarities with previous mazes, basic navigation of this one was more challenging. It no longer conformed to any architectural norms. The dimensions of the rooms, doors, and hallways were wildly inconsistent. There were exits from rooms several meters above the ground and drops to lower levels with no stairs or ladders. Hallways leading to dead ends or vertical shafts were common. At least a quarter of the doorways were too small for an adult to squeeze through, while you could easily drive a tank through others."
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Lock: "After a few hours of spreading out and reconvening as per procedure Sowulo-4 to establish some basic rules, we started finding detailed etchings into the walls. It looked vaguely similar to Greek, but none of us could identify it. I risked powering on the forensic camera long enough to get as much data as possible."
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Seeker: "Given the problematic new inconsistencies, we skipped straight to procedure Dagaz-8 to find a way we could define as 'forward'. This was the right call, and we reached an important chamber in less than 8 hours."
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Five: "The ritual chamber was square with a circular basin set into the floor in the center. The basin was approximately 1 meter in diameter and 25 centimeters deep at the center. The basin contained traces of dried blood. A man next to the basin (Hereafter SCP-7914-A) had been dead for at least 2 days, but with such inconsistent time passage I have no way of knowing how long ago that was for the rest of the world. SCP-7914-A was a human male 35-45 years of age at time of death. Its features suggested a North African ethnic background. Its clothing was an expensive custom tailored business suit. No reliable measurements were possible. It was holding a multiple page document (The text of which is hereafter SCP-7914-B) in one hand and a ceremonial kris in the other. Cause of death was clearly self inflicted exsanguination."
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Lock: "The papers were written in the same unknown language we had previously encountered. We took plenty of pictures of the guy and packed up the papers and the knife for History or Thaumaturgy to figure out later."
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Seeker: "After leaving through an exit opposite the way we entered, we noted that the temporal and spatial distortions started rapidly decreasing. A simple exploration using distortion comparison procedure Birkana-2 quickly led us to a central point in which time and space were stable and consistently measurable."
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Digger: "When we reached a center room, we ran a variety of tests to determine what made that room special. I closely examined the walls until I found a small section that would slightly ripple on contact as if the surface was a liquid. With no more blasting charges I had to fall back on a sledgehammer and some determination. Thankfully that wall was only a few centimeters of granite. We found a vertical wall of a black substance behind it with high but permeable surface tension. We didn't feel anything beyond it, but reaching through it didn't cause any harm."
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Vector: "Portal testing procedures Raido 1-3 showed us that it wasn't instant death and didn't eat our tools, but little else. Our portal check drone lost contact immediately after entry. Expected, but it would have been nice to get something."
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The Beast
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Lock: "After exhausting every other option available, we made a rope harness and I stepped through. After a few very concerning seconds of complete sensory deprivation, I fell a couple meters onto a stone floor. After a quick check that nothing was immediately attempting to kill me, I tried to signal back. The rope fell loose, severed somewhere in transit. As expected, no signals reached the rest of the team. The portal check drone was there, but inoperable after the unexpected fall. I could only hope that the portal would consistently emerge at my location when the others came through."
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Vector: "Watching the rope snap and losing contact with Lock wasn't ideal for morale, but we followed nonetheless. It was too late to turn back and try something else."
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Lock: "I was starting to get nervous about how much time had passed when Vector appeared and fell. They were winded, so I pulled them aside in case someone else was about to fall. The rest came through shortly after. Five needed more medical attention after the impact tore their bandaging and reopened the pierce wound."
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Seeker: "We found ourselves on a rough, unworked stone floor similar to natural caves in the area. Our lights didn't reach anything, but for the first time we saw lights in the distance. A handful of dull blue spots we couldn't identify. We started by trying to find a nearby wall or other reference point without losing sight of the lights. We didn't find anything in almost an hour, so we changed the plan to move directly towards them until we could better assess the situation."
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Five: "It took us another 6 hours to get close enough to distinguish the individual light sources and their arrangement."
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Fade: "On a hunch, I insisted on taking a water break before actually approaching the circle of lights. This turned out to be a very good idea. The rations were getting smaller than would be safe for much longer."
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Lock: "After another half hour, we could get a more detailed look ahead. There was a 30 meter diameter ring of 10 stone pillars arranged slightly out of symmetry. Each pillar was about a meter tall, with some small variance. The lights were emitted by complex crystalline structures, each resting on a pedestal. These were more varied in shape and size, but most were close to a half meter tall."
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Vector: "There was an additional pillar in the center of the ring with no light on it. Despite how visible the dull blue lights had been from a great distance, they didn't illuminate whatever was resting on it. The best we could make out was the silhouette of a small dome shape."
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Seeker: "Approaching the pillars did not trigger any reaction. Even at just a meter from the edge of the ring, our lights didn't illuminate the center. Our test drone powered down the instant it passed between the pillars. We had no better option but to get closer."
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Lock: "The moment I stepped between two of the pillars, we were all shocked and staggered by an unexpected voice in our minds. I've confirmed that we all received the same message. Exact quote: 'Free me and I will help you escape.'"
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Vector: "I immediately gave the psychic danger hand signal and the rest of the team gave the acknowledgement signal back. We had all heard it, and none of us had lost control. I saw Digger begin to waver, but verbal trigger memetic countermeasures brought them around."
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Fade: "I charged forward with our brightest light at the brightest setting to give the team a chance to get a clear view of this thing. At two meters from it, I was hit with a much louder voice that rendered me unconscious. 'You will obey!'"
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Vector: "As Fade fell, I gave the signals to spread out around it with weapons hot. It was only for a few moments, but Fade had gaven us a clear view of a dome made of an unknown transparent material over what appeared to be a small spherical blob of pinkish flesh."
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Five: "All I remember next is a psychic scream that blocked all other thoughts and perceptions. Everything went black."
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Lock: "Even bracing ourselves after hearing that voice in our heads, the first scream was devastating. Five went down and my vision went black. That's when I knew we were in a kill or die situation. Obviously, containing that thing would have been preferred, but we were past the point where that was an option. I gave the signal and we unloaded on it."
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Vector: "I didn't have a clear view of what happened, but it was apparent that a hail of high caliber bullets had done nothing to the dome protecting that thing. That's when the second scream hit us. Stronger than the first. I staggered and almost went down. It was several seconds before I could see again."
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Seeker: "I was the only one who noticed when the light from one of the crystals behind us started oscillating during the second scream. Before I could react, it shot out a flame similar to that of a plasma torch at Digger. They hit the ground immediately, already smoking. I shot the crystal, which promptly shattered. I'm fairly certain that the first shot destroyed it and that the next few shots were unnecessary."
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Lock: "With all the noise and focus on the target, I missed the first time Seeker tried to signal me. By the time they got my full attention, I saw the crystal behind them blast them with some kind of fire beam. They got the signal to me just before it dropped them. I signaled Vector and we destroyed the glowing crystals. It only took a few seconds to sweep them all given how fragile the stationary targets were. One of them was already starting to shift colors, causing it to burst in a small flame explosion as it broke. That's when the third psychic scream slammed us like a physical blow and I hit the ground. I managed to remain conscious, but only barely."
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Vector: "In the sudden silence, I heard a cracking noise from the central pillar. I'm assuming the protection there was somehow dependent on the crystals. I dropped my empty rifle and drew my sidearm. As Lock was struggling back to their feet, I took my shot. The dome exploded outward with the first bullet impact. With the second bullet, the fourth scream ended just as it was starting. Nothing stopped me from stepping into point blank range."
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Lock: "My vision was still blurred when Vector put a stop to that thing. Then they were next to the pillar and putting more rounds into it just to be sure. I assumed that they would resolve that issue, so I went into triage mode. I left the unconscious to hopefully recover on their own while I did my best to treat the burned people. Their injuries were severe, but they were still breathing."
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Fade: "I recovered my senses enough to assess my surroundings, with Vector standing over the pillar and shooting into it. I spotted someone smoldering on the ground and tried to reach them. I stumbled and lost my footing repeatedly, and I wasn't able to assist the others."
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Five: "I got back to my feet just in time to be knocked down by an earthquake."
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Lock: "Our triage efforts were interrupted by an earthquake. When a stalactite crashed down next to the central pillar, we rushed to drag the team away from the epicenter. With everything going on, I didn't notice a new hole in the ceiling letting in dim starlight filtered through dense forest."
There was a magnitude 5.8 earthquake 212 hours after MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" entered SCP-7914, centered 1.1 km from the entry point. The quake opened a new sink hole at the epicenter, creating a passage to a large natural cavern. Recovered Z9 records show that they were within the anomalous space for 328 hours.
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Rescue personnel were able to recover the entire Z9 team from the anomaly and transport them to triage medical care. They all suffered from minor dehydration due to rationing during their extended exploration. Seeker and Digger suffered third degree burns over a small area of their torsos and extensive second degree burns. Digger and Five suffered serious puncture wounds. All team members survived. Appropriate awards for exceptional service are to be issued.
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Documents recovered from inside SCP-7914 were transferred to the Department of Thaumaturgy for analysis. The initial assessment by Z9 accurately determined that SCP-7914-A performed the ritual described in SCP-7914-B and took its own life in the process. See Addendum 7914.3 for analysis of the ritual.
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The corpse of the biological entity found in the cavern (Hereafter SCP-7914-C) was not a genetic or morphological match with any recorded species. It was a single ovoid of undifferentiated muscle tissue in an orange blood-like fluid, tightly wrapped in pink skin similar to that of a hairless mammal. It had no other sensory organs or any structures required for locomotion, respiration, nutrient processing, or reproduction. SCP-7914-C was sent to cryogenic storage until the assigned research departments sign off on disposal.
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"On a personal note, the Mole Rats really lived up to their reputation on this one. No one expected a random hotel door to lead to such an extended exploration with so many hazards. The entry to this kind of thing usually has the decency to at least look properly ominous. The fact that Digger survived after such serious injuries is a credit to the team. This is why we send the best. I will be pushing for additional commendations." - Research Lead Dr. Hammond
The exact nature of the ritual described in SCP-7914-B is unclear and we were unable to replicate the process. The text has been translated and we have determined what most of the required components are and what the general intent was.
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SCP-7914-B is written in a previously unrecorded variant of the classical Coptic language, most similar to those used in Egypt circa 500 CE. The title of SCP-7914-B translates most literally to "Restraint of the Others".
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The SCP-7914-B ritual must be performed in a square room with a circular basin, matching the ritual chamber MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" found. The documentation also calls for 9 participants. SCP-7914-A must have improvised its attempt to perform the ritual without assistants.
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The key component is freshly drawn human blood from multiple willing sources. We have thus far been unable to fully translate the archaic terminology describing some minor components. Our current theory is that they refer to specific herbs that have been modified by an unspecified thaumaturgical process that the practitioner is assumed to already be familiar with.
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The variant of the SCP-7914-B ritual that SCP-7914-A performed was intended to build a "net" surrounding a "cage" in which one of "the others" is to be "restrained". The "net" is described as an impossibly convoluted labyrinth to prevent entry or exit. The "cage" is described as an artificially constructed life form, which one "other" will be forced to inhabit.
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According to SCP-7914-B, as long as the "net" labyrinth is never breached and the "cage" life form is never killed, the "other" entity will be "restrained" forever within it. If it is not "restrained", it is capable of moving freely from one living being to another without being detected. SCP-7914-A gave its life in a desperate attempt to ensure that this containment procedure would be permanent.
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Unfortunately, the available documentation does not specify any further information about the "other," (Hereafter SCP-7914-D) instead assuming that the reader is already familiar with the subject. Adding our own observations, we can infer the following about SCP-7914-D:
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+It is intangible and capable of inhabiting the physical body of a living being.
+It is capable of leaving possession of one body and beginning possession of another nearby body in a way we don't yet know how to prevent or detect.
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All we know with certainty is that thaumaturgists before us devoted enormous resources and personal sacrifice to prevent its escape. The Department of Thaumaturgy recommends further research prioritizing SCP-7914-D as a potential Keter class anomaly.
Based on the findings of the Department of Thaumaturgy, MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" assigned a new team to follow up immediately.
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They first explored the cavern the previous team had been extracted from. They did not find anything anomalous there other than the expected blood from SCP-7914-C. The remains of the destroyed crystalline structures were found to be non-anomalous quartz fragments. No portals were found. The cavern itself was of a typical size and structure for caves in the region, rather than the impossible vastness observed by Z9.
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They next attempted to explore through the known entry point. There was nothing but soil and stone typical of the region behind the door.
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After an extensive canvass of the area, there is no evidence that SCP-7914 still exists. Reclassification to Neutralized is pending.
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During this canvassing, Z9-2 "Vector" went missing from the medical triage facility, and all attempts to track them have failed. The Department of Thaumaturgy notes that they were the closest living being to the "cage" as it died, and speculates that they are now possessed by SCP-7914-D. The department is now recommending that SCP-7914-D should be assigned its own object number and investigated independently of SCP-7914.
To: Dr. Altasha Ilgovich
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System Report: Data threshold achieved; sufficient information compiled. Likelihood of Item-8018 existence: 99.3%. This is above ilgovich.altasha.05.10's conditional value of 85%. The NJÖRUN Protocol has been activated accordingly. Progress is as follows…
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Target's existence determined within acceptable threshold: [ACTIVATED]
Notifications forwarded to Protocol administrator: [ACTIVATED]
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MTF Sigma-0 ("Azure Sclera") assembled to locate anomaly: [PENDING]
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Personality Matrix Notice: I think we finally found him. Based on the data we've compiled, there’s not much else it could be. While the noömapping algorithms haven't been putting out solid results, Azure Sclera is awaiting the order to begin physical tracking. Now’s our chance, ma’am.
To: Erica.aic
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Thank you for notifying me, Erica, this is excellent news. I hereby grant approval to deploy Sigma-0. I’m attaching my credentials now.
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To: Dr. Altasha Ilgovich
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System Notice:Verified Overseer credentials confirmed.
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To: Erica.aic
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Yes, I would like you to keep the 8018 file updated with all relevant documents for the time being, and notify the airfield to prepare a flight for when the physical tracking is complete.
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God, I can’t believe it’s finally happening.
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To: Dr. Altasha Ilgovich
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System Notice: File uploads initiated. Displaying now…
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Attachment 1
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System Notice:Original file archived on 7/16/1932
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+Item designation number: #03732NRW
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Anomaly status: Neutralized
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Description of item: A phenomenon active from 1/10/1932 to 7/3/1932 during which humanity experienced a total cessation of dream activity. Esoteric cognition methods such as astral projection and dream manipulation were reportedly impossible to perform during the event. Natural functions such as sleep cycles and physiological processes remained mostly unaffected. Phenomenon coincided with increase in observed cases of depressive disorders and feelings of isolation among reporting populations, then declined after it ceased. The end of #03732NRW was marked by a massive spike in vivid and lucid dream activity worldwide, which soon after stabilized.
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Detail of current containment: As of 7/3/1932, the phenomenon is considered Neutralized. Documents discrediting assertions of #03732NRW's existence are to be circulated indefinitely. Individuals claiming knowledge of the event are to be detained.
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Report: To date, the cause of the event remains unknown. Information containment continues to hold.
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Attachment 2
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Notice: Displaying file from several paper document scans, rendering abridged digital version below…
Known Capabilities: Decelerated physical aging, astral projection, occult practitioner, oneiromancy, possible knowledge of kinetoglyphs
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Affiliated Groups: The Children of Njörun, Church of the Broken God, misc. Sarkic cults, SCP Foundation
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History: While most of the subject's early history remains unknown, Gregory Sorenson's earliest known activity began in 1919 when he became involved in a Norwegian occult group self-identifying as "Barna til Njörun1." The group has since disbanded, and while its goals were never clearly determined, it appears to have taught adherents how to develop, improve, and utilize latent psionic abilities such as astral projection, consciousness manipulation, and dream divination. Sorenson quickly became a prominent member of the organization while also making contacts in several groups of interest throughout Europe, Asia, and to a lesser extent, North America.
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Sorenson's first contact with the SCP Foundation occurred in 1923 during a Foundation-organized raid on a Church of the Broken God meeting location in Oslo, Norway, where he was among several individuals detained. After proving thoroughly cooperative with Foundation operatives and verifying his lack of alignment with the Church, Sorenson was released. The subject remained in contact with the Foundation as a paid informant for several years, providing an abundance of information on several dangerous groups and entities, and working closely with O5-10 prior to and after her appointment to the O5 Council. (See Employment Summary.)
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Sorenson and O5-10, circa 1930.
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Contact Name: Sorenson, Gregory
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Employment Status: Information Services (Paid)
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Employment Conditions: Compensated per diem, non-combative, contact is to be made through approved channels or methods
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Contact Advisor: Dr. Altasha Ilgovich
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Summary of intelligence history: First contact made in Oslo, Norway in 1923. Coordination with subject maintained via traditional and psionic communication techniques, most commonly astral projection and dream manipulation.
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Sorenson has provided a wealth of knowledge concerning multiple groups of interest over the course of his contracts with the Foundation. Notable data points include:
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The precise locations of a total of thirteen humanoid anomalies hiding in densely populated areas
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Information about Sarkic ritual sites which proved instrumental in preventing the spread of anomalous pathogens
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Information regarding an assassination plot against O5-3, O5-8, and O5-10, as well as direct interference with the attackers2
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Details concerning the locations of several components of SCP-001
Proposals supporting the termination of Sorenson due to his capability in intelligence gathering alongside his lack of formal alignment with the SCP Foundation have been considered. Moreover, while not in possession of any abilities considered outright anomalous beyond learned esoteric practices, proposals to contain Sorenson as an SCP item have also been put forth, though the subject's status as a non-threat to normalcy, in addition to his close association with O5-10 have caused him to become a low-priority case. To date, no consensus has been reached in terms of detaining or terminating Sorenson in the name of Foundation interests. For the time being, Sorenson is to be maintained as a Foundation contact.
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File Update, 6/18/1932: While investigating a lead concerning a streak of unusual activity in South Africa, Sorenson failed to check in with his Foundation correspondents for several months through any available channels.
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Due to the subject's high value as an intelligence resource, a contingency was dispatched to his purported area of investigation to recover him. Sorenson was tracked to a small fishing village in the southern portion of the country. Locals claimed Sorenson purchased a medium-sized vessel from one of the villagers, then departed out to sea due southwest. Despite extensive efforts, Sorenson could not be found. Taking localized severe weather in Sorenson's purported location into account, the subject is thought to have become lost at sea, and is now considered deceased.
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Brainwaves of a subject experiencing SCP-8018, emphasized in red.
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Item #: SCP-8018
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Personnel experiencing SCP-8018 are to reside in a designated study wing at Site-57 for the duration of their exposure and be fitted with specialized electromagnetic recording equipment upon going to sleep at any point.
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Subjects are to participate in daily interview sessions with an approved Foundation psychiatrist until SCP-8018 activity is confirmed to have ended. During these interviews, affected personnel are to be exposed to specialized mnestic agents to stimulate memories of their encounter and uncover as many details as possible about SCP-8018 from unrecorded periods, with accounts of SCP-8018 being stored alongside this file in addition to radio signal data recovered during subjects' REM cycles.
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An investigation into SCP-8018's origins is presently underway, and is to be conducted by SCP-8018 research personnel in conjunction with members of the Oneirics Department. Significant updates on this matter are to be reported to the office of O5-10 immediately.
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Description: SCP-8018 is a recurring dream experienced by an estimated 1% of personnel employed by the SCP Foundation. SCP-8018 episodes commonly last between two to four days, though outliers of up to a week in length have been noted. At the time of this writing, no common factor has been identified among persons affected, though the existence of an unidentified quality such as latent anomalous resistance or lack thereof is suspected. While cases of civilians experiencing SCP-8018 have been recorded, such incidents have proven rare and more infrequently than manifestations among Foundation personnel. The reason for this remains unclear.
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Brain and radio waves produced by Junior Researcher Coghlan during one of his SCP-8018 episodes.
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Descriptions of SCP-8018 are uniform across reported cases, and are structured with a linear progression that will pause and resume with a subject's REM sleep cycles. Subjects report having some awareness and lucidity during episodes, but will be unable to consciously control their own behavior and will proceed to follow the plot of SCP-8018 (see below). After this progression has concluded, all activity related to SCP-8018 will cease. This is accompanied by the rapid degradation of any memories of the experience, though the use of mnestic agents has been observed to help preserve some details for up to a few hours following cessation. Notably, each subject's memories of the ending of SCP-8018 are uniformly unremembered, and have not been recovered even with the use of mnestics.
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The manifestation of SCP-8018 activity is accompanied by the release of weak radio waves from the pituitary gland and parts of the brainstem. These transmissions contain audiovisual content displaying the dreamer's perspective while experiencing SCP-8018.
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Discovery: SCP-8018 was discovered on 7/14/2022 after the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division's Sophia.aic detected several similarities in dreams between multiple members of the Foundation with no relation to each other, as well as the members' subsequent loss of memories concerning the phenomenon.
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Addendum 8018.1: The following is a transcript of an video file collected from Junior Researcher Edward Coghlan's SCP-8018 episodes. Coghlan's experience with the phenomenon was the same as most other documented cases, and is considered a standard model of SCP-8018 progression.
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DATE: 12/20/2023
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SUBJECT: Junior Researcher Edward Coghlan
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NOTE: This recording depicts Coghlan's second SCP-8018 episode, as due to their spontaneous nature, the first episode was not recorded upon initial manifestation.
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(As the footage begins, moving blotches of random colors and abstract shapes are visible in front of a black background. Blurred faces pass through the frame, and incoherent laughter, crying, and speech can be heard.)
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[00:05]: A small, white point appears in the center of the screen and slowly begins to expand. As it does, the overlying scenes and objects fade until the screen is completely white. There is a severe burst of audiovisual static. The white partially fades, eclipsing into a cloudy, overcast sky, and it becomes apparent that Coghlan is lying on the ground. The edges of the visual field are hazy and dark.
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[00:17]: Coghlan sits up groggily, muttering incoherently. The area around him comes into frame. He is seated in the center of a narrow cobblestone pathway surrounded on either side by a row of dark, two-story houses. Each unit appears to be intricately decorated with gothic architectural styling. They are unlit, and a small metallic bowl is present on the curb in front of every other house. The road ahead of Coghlan curves out of sight past more buildings. Coghlan rises to his feet and begins to walk forward slowly. He continues down the street for some time.
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[03:02]: The frame stops as Coghlan pauses at the top of a small hill and a wider view of the area becomes apparent. A massive stone wall of uncertain height surrounding the area can be seen, as well as hundreds of buildings most randomly arranged within. A massive, towering cathedral lies in the center of the settlement. The road curves out gently ahead, winding into more tightly-clustered buildings. No lights can be seen in any of the buildings except the cathedral.
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[03:08]: Coghlan continues down the path, and wanders between the buildings for a time. The architectural styling of the houses remains consistent, though their construction and form vary dramatically otherwise. More metallic bowls are noted outside of some of the structures. Nothing of note occurs for another 54 minutes.
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[57:23]: As Coghlan achieves the crest of a small hill along the road, a wider scene comes into frame, showing a view of the settlement. The cathedral is further away than when it was last shown, despite Coghlan only having proceeded in its direction up to this point. A light snow begins to fall. Coghlan groans and holds his head in his hands, stumbles, then collapses. The feed ends as he awakens.
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[00:00]: The footage begins in a similar manner to the previous recording, with random flashes and static filling the screen before fading to Coghlan's perspective. He rises from the ground where he collapsed at the conclusion of the previous encounter, and looks around briefly, before continuing forward slowly. The bowls outside of each structure now contain small fires. Coghlan continues towards the cathedral. Snow continues to fall.
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[05:43]: The frame stops as Coghlan pauses at a small intersection between several tightly packed houses. The subject waits a moment before slowly turning to the right and proceeding down a long, narrow alleyway. Despite appearing only about 20 meters long, the subject scarcely advances despite keeping a constant pace; after 37 minutes, Coghlan reaches the end of the alley, which connects to a large, central street paved with cobblestones.
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[42:19]: Coghlan steps into the main street and looks around; the buildings here are more uniform and line the street neatly. A bowl of fire lies just outside of every other door, lining the street. Coghlan looks down the street to his left, bringing into frame the cathedral at the end of the road, which continues slightly downhill in a straight line for another kilometer. The frame swivels groggily as Coghlan glances behind himself, revealing the alleyway he just exited has vanished, replaced by a darkened housefront. The snow continues to fall, coming down more heavily than before. Coghlan proceeds towards the cathedral.
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[51:00]: Coghlan has now made notable progress toward the structure, and the distance-affecting anomaly from earlier does not seem to be present anymore. As he draws closer to the cathedral, the fires outside of each door grow larger and brighter, and the snow becomes heavier. By the time he is approaching the building's courtyard, a full blizzard is ongoing, slowing his pace. The fires appear unaffected by the weather.
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[58:31]: Coghlan squints as he arrives at the courtyard in front of the cathedral and shields his eyes from the bright light emanating from the windows. Light shines through the cracks around the main doors, which remain shut.
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[58:40]: Coghlan falls to his knees and lies prostrate, facing the structure and mumbling incoherently. He continues this behavior for the next five hours,3 occasionally sobbing or laughing quietly.
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[06:00:10]: Coghlan eventually rises to his feet, shaking off a thick layer of snow that accumulated on himself. He slowly climbs through the drift, which is now at least a meter in depth, in the direction of the cathedral. The landing outside the door is dry and clear of snow as he stumbles onto it.
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[06:02:33]: Coghlan approaches the doors, grabs the handles on each side, and starts to pull them open. The doors grind against the ground as they begin to part, the light streaming from the cracks grows brighter, and the frame blurs as the subject's eyes begin to water. With a final tug, the doors swing free and a blinding light fills Coghlan's vision.
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[06:03:00]: The recording is flooded with static and visual signal is lost, though some audio waves continue to transmit from Coghlan's pituitary gland. The sound of Coghlan's footsteps can be heard for several seconds before stopping. A strange, mechanical sound emanates from somewhere in the space. As the audio begins to fade entirely, a ruffling and then a deep sigh can be heard directly in front of Coghlan.
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Special Containment Procedures: Colonies of SCP-8047 instances are to be maintained inside the Biological Research Wing of Site-270. Sub-colonies are to be maintained throughout a number of other facilities, in accordance with the SOLID VOICE Directive. During experiments with SCP-8047, personnel are to wear proper safety equipment to minimize the risk of improper exposure. If these measures fail, the doors to the SCP-8047 enclosure are to be sealed with the subject still inside.
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Description: SCP-8047 designates a species of anomalous organisms vaguely resembling enchytraeus albidus, colloquially known as the "white worm". SCP-8047's anomalous properties become evident when an instance is presented with a living human subject, with a marked preference for subjects that are heavily injured and near death.
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When this occurs, the SCP-8047 instances will burrow into the subject's flesh using its concealed teeth. During this process, the SCP-8047 instance will secrete a form of anesthetic, preventing a pain response. Once inside of the subject's body, it will rapidly move throughout the bloodstream before, approximately 32 minutes later, ceasing observable activity. No adverse effects have been reported during this stage.
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Within a period of no less than 16 hours, a single SCP-8047 instance will have been to able to lay as many as 62,000 eggs. Following this, the eggs will hatch simultaneously, releasing a large number of juvenile SCP-8047 instances. This is known as an PRENTISS Event. These subjects will secrete a caustic fluid from their mouths, aiding them in breaking down the body of the host organism as they consume it for nutrients. In all observed cases, this has resulted in the subject's death.
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Discovery: SCP-8047 was first discovered in Lycoming County, Pennsylvania, USA after reports of one William Bates making a miraculous recovery following his accidental shooting at the hands of Henry Bates, his brother, during a deer hunt. MTF-Phi-81 ("Non-Specific Colitis") took Bates into Foundation custody, where the first known PRENTISS Event was observed.
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The remainder of this file is restricted to personnel with 4/SOLID VOICE Clearance. Attempting to access it without the proper credentials is considered a Class-V Infraction and will be disciplined accordingly.
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Addendum — SOLID VOICE Proposal
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On 3/10/2022, Dr. Wilfred Eisen (PID-3982MQ) submitted a proposal for the use of SCP-8047 to the administration of the Fire Suppression Department. An excerpt of his proposal is attached below.
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Form ID: FSD-048291GRQ
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Introduction: One of the greatest challenges of the Fire Suppression Department is the effect that fatal containment breaches on the psyche of the average staff member. Personnel who have lost a close colleague in the line of duty show an alarming tendency towards workplace dissatisfaction, undesirable mental conditions,1 and unproductivity. On average, a Foundation facility will experience 3.9 fatal containment breaches per year, resulting in a disastrous outcome for the interests of the Department.
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Unfortunately, obvious methods of solving this issue are either impractical or inadequate. Widespread amnesticization of employees is prohibited both by the expense and Resolution EC #3948. Attempting to decrease the rate of breach-related fatalities via improved safety measures is not cost-efficient. Pre-existing protocols such as LUCKY HARE, due to their reliance on irreplicable anomalous objects, are insufficient.
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The following proposal will outline a new procedure to be adopted by the Fire Suppression Department involving SCP-8047 and to be codenamed SOLID VOICE.
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Proposal: SOLID VOICE Protocol is to consist of the following:
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If necessary, the presence of a Thaumiel-Class anomalous object with regenerative properties is to be fabricated;
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The proposal was approved for use in a 34-11 vote by the FSD administration. As of 5/12/2024, an 89% success rate has been observed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-832 is to be contained in an electronically locked safe that is 0.25 m x 0.25 m x 0.25 m in size. The safe is to be placed in a room that is monitored by CCTV at all times. Level 3 clearance or higher is required to access the safe, and all activity is logged. Any personnel handling SCP-832 must either do so remotely or wear gloves to avoid direct contact if they are not actively experimenting with it, and any loose change on their person will be confiscated prior to entering containment. If SCP-832 breaches containment in any way, any personnel found handling US half dollars in Site 19 will be referred to security and held there until it can be determined that he/she is not handling SCP-832. Due to this, personnel are discouraged from using US half dollars in their transactions at Site 19.
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Description: SCP-832 appears to be a US half dollar minted in 1966. Closer analysis has revealed that it is composed of an alloy consistent with half dollars minted at the time. When a subject comes into direct physical contact with SCP-832, the subject gains the ability to recite exactly how much money they have at any given time, even if asked for the amount in a form that they are not storing it in. Subjects so far have demonstrated the ability to calculate their wealth in:
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The subject also becomes more careful with their assets, attempting to reduce their expenses and maximize their income wherever possible. In addition, they are more emotionally sensitive to changes in their financial status, both positive and negative.
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Addendum:
+Several experiments regarding the effects of SCP-832 have been performed. Logs from these experiments can be found below.
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Experiment Log 832-1:
+Subject is given SCP-832 and is asked to recite their total financial assets in US dollars, Euros, and Yen. Upon further review, all answers are found to be correct. Subject is asked to place SCP-832 back into its safe. Subject refuses, claiming that “every cent is precious.” Subject is assured that he will be given the equivalent amount immediately after placing SCP-832 back into containment. Subject refuses again. SCP-832 is then forcibly removed from the subject’s possession, after which he begins to panic and becomes aggravated. Testing halted pending psychological review. Upon completion of further experiments, some story must be created to encourage subjects to place SCP-832 back into containment.
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Experiment Log 832-2:
+Note: This test demonstrates some precognition in SCP-832's effects.
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Subject is given SCP-832 and shown a lottery ticket purchased by Researcher ████████. Subject is asked the value of the ticket, which he claims to be $15 (US). Subject is told that the electronic safe is his bank, and he places SCP-832 back into the safe, closing it. After playing the ticket properly, Researcher ████████ wins $15 (US).
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Experiment Log 832-3:
+Subject is given SCP-832 and an ordinary US half dollar. The subject is asked for the value of both objects. Subject states the value of the half dollar to be 50 cents (US) and the value of SCP-832 to be “impossible to quantify.” Subject would not go into further detail when asked.
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Experiment Log 832-4:
+Subject is given SCP-832. Subject is asked for the current value of her checking account, and the correct value is given. Subject's checking account is accessed from an off-site ATM, and $200 are withdrawn from it. Immediately after money is retrieved, subject shows visible signs of agitation. Subject is asked to recite the balance again, and the correct number is given. The account is then emptied of funds from the same off-site ATM. The subject begins to panic, and grieves over the loss of funds. When the money is deposited back into the account, the subject gradually recovers.
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Note: The off-site researcher was contacted by police after this test due to suspicious use of the subject's account. No charges were filed, but all personnel are advised not to perform a similar test with an off-site ATM again.
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Experiment Log 832-5a:
+Subject is given SCP-832. Subject is asked to quantify the balance in his savings account in terms of ███, the form of currency used in the online game █████ ███████. Subject is visibly shaken and remains silent for approximately 30 seconds before stating that he cannot quantify his wealth in those terms.
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Experiment Log 832-5b
+Subject is given an account for the online game █████ ███████, and is asked to quantify his wealth in ███ again. Subject immediately states the current amount of virtual wealth in his account.
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Note: The effect seen in 832-5a was likely caused because ███ has no consistent conversion rate to any real currency (While exchange between ███ and real currency does occur, it is technically against █████ ███████'s terms of service, and there is no set price.) Once the subject had wealth in that form, however, SCP-832 was able to measure it.
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Experiment Log 832-6
+Subject is given SCP-832 and shown to a room heated to 1100°C. A penny is tossed into the room, and the subject immediately follows. Subject dies due to extreme heat. When room is cooled, the penny has melted, but SCP-832 remains undamaged.
If I could tell you something incessantly, it would be, "I love you." Not because I'm afraid you'll forget, but because when the time comes for you to depart, your final memory is full of a truth truer than the universe's constants.
Idea Critters: Ama Strovik, Bhomas Tourget, Nonaggress
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Author Note: I had the idea simmering in my head since October of 2023. Then, when 8K was announced, I scrambled to put my garbled thoughts onto paper. Amidst my university semester, my Model UN conferences, club meetings, other writing competitions, and midterms stabbing me in the face, this is what I procured.
Special Containment Procedures: Activities and communications related to SCP-8484 are to be monitored by MTF Epsilon-66 "Wiretap" in cooperation with RAISA. Rituals performed by any necromancers related to and outside of SCP-8484 must be intercepted immediately by MTF Psi-8 "The Silencers."
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Expeditions into SCP-8484 are unfeasible due to foreign complications.
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Description: SCP-8484 refers to a five-story ziggurat structure approximately 1.5 kilometers east of Mesopotamos, Greece. SCP-8484 has been cordoned off by GOC personnel under the guise of Hellenic Armed Forces, prohibiting entry within a 1 km radius.
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SCP-8484 is the Global Occult Coalition's headquarters for Acheron, an initiative specialized in necromancy1 and reanimation mageia2 that incorporates thaumatology and symbolism from Greek mythology. As a result, they are able to access information from otherwise unavailable sources which has been used to interrupt allied and Foundation operations (see addendum 8484-2).
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Overheard recounts proclaim SCP-8484's internal structure is configurated into a prison, designed to forcefully confine deceased spirits and employ various torture techniques.3
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Even with Acheron's blatant injustice, the UN Undersecretariat D.C. al Fine has insisted on its continuation despite objections from even the Coalition's own legislative body, the Council of 108 (see addendum 8484-1). This has strained Foundation-Coalition relations, and Foundation diplomats are working on diplomatic resolutions.
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Addendum 8484-1: The following is a transcript, retrieved by covert Foundation agents, of one of the Council of 108 (C108) meetings relating to the ethical permissibility of Acheron.
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RECORDED MEETING LOG
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Time and Date: 1433 EST; 26/06/2019
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Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Undersecretary, our goal is to mitigate, not instigate.
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D.C. al Fine: Digressing again, are we, your illuminance?
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Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Absolutely not. I see no reason not to open this discussion now.
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D.C. al Fine: And I see no relevance between Acheron and bioethics.
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Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Have you not heard the rumors, ma'am? Slaughtering the slaughtered? A period of tranquility instilled with pain by your orders? How do you justify yourself?
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D.C. al Fine: You said it yourself, your illuminance. They are rumors. Laytalk.
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Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Yet you seem oddly silent rather than eager to dispel them. Acheron goes against everything this Coalition stands for. Your adamance only shows how tight your fist is around our throats.
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D.C. al Fine: Leonardo, I will remove you if you attempt to deviate from the discussion again.
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The Bavarian Illuminati Delegate stammers, his face blanched.
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Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: What?
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D.C. al Fine: This moderated caucus has limited speaking time and a set discussion topic. You are out of line. The next time you want to speak about Acheron, I suggest you raise your hand after drafting a sufficiently destructive motion.
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Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: How do you know my name?
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D.C. al Fine: Otherwise, there won't be a next time.
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D.C. al Fine has been suspected by both Foundation intelligence and C108 members of using Acheron to obtain private information of political rivals without consent.
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Addendum 8484-2: The conversation below follows two GOC members planning a deliberate attack on a Foundation Containment Team transporting an SCP. The conversation was intercepted by MTF Epsilon-66 at SCP-8484's inner cordon using equipment from Project VOIDSEEKER.
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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The audio is slightly muffled due to spatial disturbances. There is the soft sound of crashing waves, predicted to be a subterranean lake.
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Research Director Azrael Silver: What's the spiel?
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Agent Leon Periklis: Weapons transfer. Twelve men, two cars, six each, one with the payload. Tomorrow, Montana, 0500 local time. I have a Strike Team on-site right now.
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Research Director Azrael Silver: This is verifiable?
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Agent Leon Periklis: Yes, sir. We got it from the MTF Captain.
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Research Director Azrael Silver: Soothsayer?
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Agent Leon Periklis: Pilgrim as well. His body was still fresh when we brought it into Acheron. About four days after expiration, so memory is fairly intact.
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Research Director Azrael Silver: How'd you manage that with the Pilgrims?
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Agent Leon Periklis: Turns out that asking for a spirit's permission is optional. They summoned him like that.
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Agent Leon Periklis: His screams were weirder than most, but they were genuine. It was Limb Mangling done at the highest level five times, so confidence is high.
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Research Director Azrael Silver: Good. Deploy your team. But keep the Captain's family until after the op. Ensure he understands that if this is a trap, it's his loss, not mine.
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Agent Leon Periklis: And, sir, Assistant Director Tilade requests at least one live prisoner. It's for interrogation.
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Research Director Azrael Silver: We don't need them alive to make them talk.
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[RECORDING STOPPED]
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The purpose of the planned attack was to embezzle an anomalous weapon under Foundation property to expand the GOC's arsenal. It was carried out approximately two minutes after the recorded conversation.
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MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" arrived at the scene approximately eight minutes after the Containment Team requested reinforcements. Unfortunately, the vehicle responsible for transporting the SCP was already stolen, likely airlifted.
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Due to recent GOC incursions being related to Acheron and SCP-8484, MTF Psi-8 was given plausible cause to search the scene for members of the Containment Team to investigate if necromantic rituals or traces of reanimation were conducted.
Due to the lack of attention paid to this particular file, the two aforementioned pieces of evidence are convincing enough.
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Do not take unnecessary risks appending additional information here. Divert attention to Acheron's political and diplomatic fallout. This document should be simply kept as a reference.
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Let the noise blur everything out.
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Nonetheless, if you believe the evidence you've procured is urgent and you have thoroughly deliberated your choices, I suggest ghost-booking an appointment with me immediately. Use extension 919302241274 on your burner. Yes, it's nine digits more than your regular extension number.
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—RAISA Director Shaw Clay
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TEXTUAL CHANNEL ESTABLISHED
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YOU HAVE REACHED EXTENSION 919302241274
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RAISA Director Shaw Clay
+Status.
+Did you retrieve the leak?
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Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu
+Supposedly.
+But it was too easy.
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RAISA Director Shaw Clay
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Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu
+No.
+We didn't need to find anything.
+It practically fell onto our lap.
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RAISA Director Shaw Clay
+Elaborate.
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Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu
+This isn't a leak.
+It's an announcement.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-8488, full containment has been deemed unnecessary. Individuals that show awareness of SCP-8488's effects are to be tracked down and provided amnestics in order to accelerate acceptance of consensus reality. Posts about SCP-8488's effects are only to be removed if they threaten SCP-8488's public status as non-anomalous.
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Description: SCP-8488 refers to an advertisement utilizing the children’s entertainment mascot ‘Birthday Bash’. The Birthday Bash brand includes a toy line, a television series, a movie, a children’s birthday party mascot service, and other products and services themed after the character. No other products or services besides SCP-8488 featuring Birthday Bash have been deemed anomalous.
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SCP-8488 depicts the titular character setting up a birthday party in a blue room with colorful presents. About five seconds before the advertisement ends, the words ‘Make any day your birthday with Birthday Bash!’ appear on the screen. After a subject has viewed SCP-8488, the chronological and legal date of their birthday will change to that of a date that appears to be more satisfactory to that individual for a variety of reasons. SCP-8488 will not change the year of a subject's birthday, only the month and day. The memories of the subject and any person who previously knew their birthday will be altered to fit the new date. External evidence such as legal documents, pictures, dates, calendars, messages, etc, will also be altered. Any attempts to reverse the effects of SCP-8488 have been proven ineffective. SCP-8488 does not change the birthday of everyone who views it. It is unknown what are the criteria for SCP-8488’s effects to take place.
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A small portion of the population has been found to remember a timeline before SCP-8488's effects took place.
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The anomalous effects were tied to SCP-8488 after a handful of anecdotes all mentioned the affected subjects had viewed the Birthday Bash advertisement. This was confirmed after Foundation employee Bebe Sparks gave her testimony of the anomaly. See addendum for more information.
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Addendum: Testimonies
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Due to the nature of SCP-8488 altering the memory and any external evidence of the subject and those around them, it has been found to be extremely difficult to track cases of SCP-8488. However, the Foundation has located enough testimonies to prove the anomalous effects of SCP-8488 written by individuals who are theorized to be cognitohazard-resistant.
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The following testimonies are taken from various sources.
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Source: Reddit.com forum
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Person affected: Yasu Hada
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Testimony by: Yasu Hada
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Birthday: 06/28/2000
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Testimony: The following testimony was posted to the subreddit "r/offmychest". The post was titled "I may have deluded that my birthday was different than it actually was for several years"
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This is all really strange to me, and sorry if it doesn't make much sense but I just had to put this somewhere. For like,, a really really long time I thought my birthday was March 13th. This was awesome to me, because it's the same birthday as my best friend at the time. Like, lol! This was great! Teachers and friends always associated us for being the best friends with the same birthday. But good times didn’t last. As we both got older, I began to notice behaviors from them that kinda upset me. Being more demanding or less accepting of mistakes, criticizing me for harmless opinions I had. I started to feel inferior. If I didn’t align to their exact interests, opinions, didn’t start hanging out with their new friends, then I didn’t matter. I felt like the person I was began to slip away. We began to drift apart over time, and I was really sad?
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We had been friends since early high school. I’d known them for so long. But the time away from them, the time I spent with new friends, it all made me realize I was much happier. I didn’t feel the need to conform. They were happy with me for who I am! Just every time my birthday came around, it became hard for me to really be happy about it. It was just a reminder of the friendship that had slowly deteriorated and became bad for me. This all really culminated again when I saw this advertisement for Birthday Bash, the children’s birthday party mascot. It was stupid but it made me think about my birthday and I just cried. I had my birthday just a few months earlier and it was fine, but it just hit me that my birthday would always be this sore spot…
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But that’s when things started getting weird? The 28th of June came, and everyone started wishing me happy birthday, my friends and family. I was super confused? Like, I thought maybe one of my friends told my family about this elaborate joke or whatever. Since June 28th is the birthday of one of my favorite fictional characters, like maybe they wanted to help me feel better or something. But I checked calendars and my driver's license and stuff, this has always been my birthday. None of my friends or family recalled my birthday being on March 13th either. I’m gonna talk with my therapist about this. My mom said it’s possible that it was a mental health crisis. I’m really confused by also just, really happy? The ex friend I’m talking about did post recently about feeling better off now that they’ve left toxic baggage behind, which really stung, seeing them refer to ME as the toxic one. Maybe that’s what made this all come to fruition. Since my friends all helped me feel much better when I vented to them about it. This is strange and yeah, but I’m happy I actually share a birthday with a character I really like, and not this toxic ex friend. Regardless of what happened, I feel free.
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Source: Facebook.com
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Person affected: Rosie Ray Miles
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Testimony by: Rosie Ray Miles
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Birthday: 12/13/1998
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Testimony: The following posts were posted to the website Facebook.com.
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Um hey everyone! Thank you for the birthday wishes, but my birthday isn't until June! I wish it was today because I've always wanted a winter birthday because it's the season I associate with my mother. But it's not today!
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Okay so apparently I'm remembering my own birthday wrong? Legally everything says today is my birthday, so I guess y'all were right! Thanks, everyone! I’m sure my mom would be making me her special hot chocolate for my birthday like she did for every holiday. My mama passing was really hard for me. I did everything with her. And she did her best to make every birthday special. My birthday being close to the holidays helps me feel closer to her than ever. I guess that ad that I saw was right 😊☕️🍫
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Source: Facebook.com
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Person affected: Matthew Gibbons
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Testimony by: Sophia Gibbons
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Birthday: 07/19/1994
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Testimony: The following testimony was posted to the private Facebook group “Toxic Family Recovery”.
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Hi everyone! So, as I’ve said a few times, my dad was one of those parents that showed clear favoritism. He always wanted a daughter. And that daughter was me! He however, did not want a son, and was rather disappointed when my brother Mat was revealed to be a boy. My brother was born December 23rd (or, I thought he was. Bear with me.) My dad always gave me these extravagant birthday parties and gifts, always the best cake! But, my brother didn’t get that luxury. When mom was around, she managed to get my father to budge on better parties for my brother. Buuuut that didn’t last once mom passed.
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Birthday celebrations for Mat were always lumped in with family holiday parties. My dad would usually get me and Mat like, gifts that we would share, but the gifts always favored me in some way. A pack of soda for both of us? My favorite flavor. Art supplies for me that “mat could use too” despite that not being his thing. Mat never got gifts just for his birthday because “it was so close to Christmas”. I could tell this was getting to him. I never understood why dad didn’t like him. He was my little brother, a fun nerd that watched a lot of TV, seemed to enjoy just memorizing the advertisements (and still does), always played dolls with me, always tried to remain positive despite it all. I would use some of the money I was usually gifted to get Mat nicer gifts. It wasn’t much, but he really appreciated it. But, my father’s favoritism still hurt no matter what I did, obviously. Eventually me and my brother distanced ourselves from my dad.
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Well, recently, my bro contacted me about hanging out for his birthday. I was super confused, his birthday wasn't till December 23rd. He laughed and told me that it was in July, not December. That he was sure that dad would've been able to hide his favoritism a little better regarding gifts if it was in December. I was dumbfounded. He "reminded" me that dad eventually had to step up with gift giving cause mom's sister didn't like how dad favored me, that my other relatives stepped up too. I just kinda went along with it despite being super confused. I kinda just figured that this was a coping mechanism? Other family members went along with it, too. I just decided it might be best to ignore it.
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Source: Foundation employee testimony
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Person affected: Lisa Sparks
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Testimony by: Bebe Sparks
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Birthday: 09/05/2013
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Testimony: The following testimony was given by Foundation employee Doctor Bebe Sparks about her daughter, Lisa Sparks.
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As many of you may know, my daughter Lisa was diagnosed with cancer when she was 7. It's been very hard for me as a single parent. Unfortunately, at this time, Lisa is no longer with us. The doctors told us she wouldn't even make it to 10. She would die in the next 6 months, and she had just had her 9th birthday. Which was awful, it's such a big number, you know?
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She really loved Birthday Bash. She had several toys from her, watched her movie so many times it made my head start to hurt, had read all her books. One day we were watching her show on tv, and this ad I had never seen before for Birthday Bash came on. I didn't think much of it.
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A few days later, my little girl is telling me what she wants for her birthday and is reminding me and making sure I got her her gifts. I gently reminded her what the doctor said. She said that she knows, but her birthday is next week. I was shocked. I distinctly remember her birthday being in July. I tell her this and she just laughs, saying I must be getting old (I'm 36).
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I didn't connect it to the ad at first. Not until I saw the research that was being conducted. But I have to say. I am thankful. My little girl got to turn 10.
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+Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts.
+Explicit depiction of sexual acts.
+Features non-consensual sexual acts.
+Depiction of severe mistreatment of children
+Depiction of self-harm
+Depiction of suicide
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Special Containment Procedures: A recording of all intercepted SCP-8824 instances is to be kept on file. Future SCP-8824 instances should be reviewed, prioritizing data suggesting the location of filming or the identity of entities (corporate or otherwise) responsible for Toujôurs fragrances. Targeted misinformation campaign "Protocol Oubliée"1 is to continue indefinitely.
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Description: SCP-8824 is a series of advertisements (eight recorded at this time) for Toujôurs perfume and cologne. These advertisements possess a number of anomalous properties, including:
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Televisions, laptops and other electronic devices may receive these ads, despite no station or site transmitting them. These ads will replace non-anomalous, expected advertising.
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Any person who hears the advertisement will be capable of spelling the name of the fragrance, Toujôurs, even if they are illiterate. This invariably includes the diacritic mark, which is omitted in the most similar existing word.2 This name is not seen written in the ad.
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While watching the ad, viewers have reported smelling a strong, pleasant fragrance which they describe in similar terms. Note that all such descriptions have the same effect, so should be avoided where possible until it is conclusively determined whether memetic exposure causes side effects.
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If a viewer of the ad wishes to purchase the fragrance (recorded at over 80% likelihood of occurrence), despite being unable to find a means to do so, they will receive a bottle within the next business day (most often in a mailbox, near a front door, etc.), with no sign of packaging or postage. The "purchaser" will be simultaneously missing an amount of money equivalent to a luxury fragrance.
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The sole person visible on-screen, a young woman, is impossible to identify.
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Addendum: Ad Transcripts
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Ad #1 - "Toujôurs Perfume"
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The scene opens on a tracking shot showing a slow crawl through a luxury resort, filmed in black and white. There is no one present, and no accompanying sound.
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The camera zooms through the slightly open door of what appears to be an executive suite. A single expensive suitcase lies closed on top of the dresser. The long, continuous shot continues through the room, settling on a medium close-up of a woman standing in front of a steam-covered mirror, framing her back from the shoulders up.
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The woman’s arms are raised, moving her damp hair onto her shoulder so she can affix an elegant pair of hoop earrings. She leans forward as if to peer into the mirror, but her features cannot be clearly made out. The camera tilts down and creeps closer to her, reaching a steady floor level shot where only her bare feet are visible.
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The camera rotates suddenly to in front of her, jerking upwards to show a quick glimpse of the full length of her towel-clad body, her startled face briefly visible above it, before the shot whirls back around to behind her and falls at a canted angle.
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The woman can be heard gasping. She reaches a hand and arm back into frame, stretching towards the mirror, but is abruptly pulled out of sight.
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs Perfume. It's what she wants.
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Ad #2 - "Toujôurs the Beach"
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The scene opens on a long stretch of beach, filmed in black and white from a bird's eye view. The camera zooms in on the back of a woman walking along the beach. She wears a long gown that is a shade darker than the sand; its hem and her long, dark hair are tossed by the wind. The same hoop earrings are visible in her ears.
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The camera revolves around the woman, resolving into a medium frontal shot. Her face is now visible: she wears thick eyeliner, expertly applied but since smudged. Her eyes are open wide, her other features tense.
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Woman: Toujôurs?
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Her eyes grow even larger, and she claps her hands over her mouth. After a long moment, she cautiously lowers them. She is frowning.
Her volume has been rising; she is shouting by the last word. This devolves into a wordless scream, and she falls to her knees, staring around wildly.
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs Perfume. Toujôurs the beach.3
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Ad #3 - "Wild Horses"
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The woman appears in a wide angle shot, riding a large chestnut quarterhorse. It gallops along a pebbled strand towards a lighthouse in the background.
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The woman’s tangled hair can now be seen to be brown, her eyes grey. The horse is unsaddled, and wears a ribbon in place of a bridle. The woman wears the same gown as previously, its hem stained with sand; its skirt is hiked around her thighs so she can cling to the horse with her legs.
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Woman: (urgently) Toujôurs!
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She doesn’t even try the bridle. She almost falls from the horse’s back, but grabs on unsteadily around its neck.
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Woman: (soothingly) Toujôurs, Toujôurs.
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She finds a hold in its mane that distresses it less. It slows to a smoother canter and she sighs with relief, patting its neck. She gently steers its head to the left with the ribbon and it follows, heading towards the lighthouse.
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The horse continues to run towards the structure, but it does not appear to grow any closer. Sweat appears on the horse’s neck, and after some time it slows to a walk.
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Woman: (in a dull whisper) …Toujôurs.
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She clumsily dismounts, sliding down the side of the large animal. She stands beside it and shivers, rubbing her bare arms. The wind blows harder, throwing her hair wildly back from her face.
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Male Voiceover:Toujôurs Perfume. Even wild horses couldn’t drag you away from Toujôurs.
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Ad #4 - "Surrender"
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The woman appears to be on the same beach as seen in Ad #2. She immediately begins to run down the beach, looking around desperately.
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She cries out in pain and trips.
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Woman: (darkly) Toujôurs.
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The camera zooms in tight on her pulling a long, sharp shard of shell out of the sole of her left foot, exclaiming sharply. Blood drips from the wound, dark and clearly visible against her skin. She grimaces and tosses the shell into the waves.
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Sensual music begins to play over a close-up shot of the woman's feet, showing they are calloused and wrinkled from the saltwater. The shot lingers for a moment as she struggles to get up, the waves lapping at her feet. She hisses sharply between her teeth as the saltwater comes into contact with her wound. She glances over her shoulder suspiciously, back hunched.
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Woman: … T-Toujôurs…
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Standing unsteadily, she continues along the sand, panting. Dark stains are visible in each print her left foot leaves. The seductive music continues to play as the camera zooms in and follows, framing her tight from behind.
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The woman limps out of sight down the beach, re-entering inexplicably from the bottom of the frame. When she reaches the bloody footprints again, she cries out and clenches her fists.
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Woman: (screaming) Toujours!
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She begins to cry, her shoulders shaking with her sobs.
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs Perfume. Surrender… to Toujôurs.
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Ad #5 - "Relax"
+Recovered 7/16/24
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The woman is standing next to a large swimming pool, not seen previously in the resort from Ad #1. The woman wears heavy makeup that appears to have been applied without removing the previous smudged eyeliner. Her dress is visibly stained with sweat, sand, and blood, and is torn in several places.
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The video cuts to a vertical pan, showing glimpses of the woman's body through the tears in the cloth. These are spliced together as close-ups: shots of her rear, navel, bust. She attempts to cover herself as these shots take place.
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She stumbles weakly to her knees and crawls away from the pool. Reaching a puddle on the tiles, she slurps it thirstily. Her nose wrinkles and she pauses, gagging wretchedly, but continues to drink. She falls onto her side with a heavy sigh and stares up at the sky.
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Her eyes widen then, and her body stiffens. A long shadow falls over her that appears to belong to someone tall. She scrambles to her feet and begins to run, visibly favoring her left foot. The shadow follows.
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs — for everyone.4 Just relax. You’ll love it.
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Fade to black.
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Ad #6: "Pursued"
+Recovered 7/17/24
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The woman has returned to the beach. She is running, stumbling and dragging her injured foot. Her eyes roll wildly. Dark circles of exhaustion are clear under her eyes.
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Light, dreamy classical music plays as she is continuously followed by the tall silhouette, the source of which remains just out of frame. As it closes the final distance between them, looming impossibly large, a red rose drops near her battered feet.
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs… for men. Be pursued.
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Fade to black.
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Ad #7 - "She Can’t Say No"
+Recovered 7/19/24
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The woman lies shivering on the beach. She wears the tattered rags of the dress and seaweed, both of which are wrapped tightly around her body. Her makeup is badly smeared, but more has been applied over the top of it. She is noticeably thinner than in the first ad, her cheekbones standing out from her dirty face. One of her earrings is missing. The earlobe is bloody.
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An overhead shot at considerable height shows a silhouette approaching from the distance. The woman sobs, a keening wail, shoulders heaving, but without producing tears. She rolls over, the waves crashing around her, and begins slowly to crawl. Sand coats her limbs.
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An over the shoulder shot from behind the woman shows her continuing to claw at the beach, making little progress. A shadow appears from behind her, which she turns to look at. She screams, eyes staring and bloodshot. Her voice is hoarse.
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Woman: (screaming) Toujôurs!
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs Cologne. She can’t say no to Toujôurs.
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Fade to black.
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Ad #8: "Forever"
+Recovered 7/23/24
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The woman lies on her side on the beach. Her hair has fallen over her face, which cannot be clearly seen. Her knees are curled up to her chest. She is completely still. Romantic classical music swells, then fades before the voiceover.
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Male Voiceover: Toujôurs Fragrances. Toujôurs is forever.
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Fade to black.
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Addendum: Final Note
+No further recorded advertisements for Toujôurs fragrances have been recovered. A single instance of a print ad, a photo insert resembling a time-advanced still from Ad #8, was found attached to a bottle in Hollywood, CA; it was quickly noticed due to discussion on social media and promoted as a parody by Protocol Oubliée, which should be sufficient to address any further such breaches.
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Due to the Foundation's inability to locate an existent point of manufacture, it has been posited that the origin of Toujôurs may be extradimensional. However, molecular testing has shown it to be non-anomalous in all other respects, being similar to any other alcohol-based luxury fragrance.5
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Given this, there is no need to contain the fragrance itself. Disciplinary action is not to be executed against staff found wearing or gifting Toujôurs fragrances.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-929 is currently kept in the form of a Common Blackbird chick. SCP-929 is to be kept in a sealed glass chamber measuring 4m x 4m. This chamber is to contain both SCP-929 and the 'parent' organisms. SCP-929 is to be fed daily according to Nutrition Chart 929-1. (See Incident 929-1)
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SCP-929 is currently kept in the form of a young Carassius auratus auratus, the domestic goldfish, to minimize difficulties in containment. SCP-929 is to be contained in a 3m x 3m glass tank with the goldfish it has designated as its 'parent'.
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This central tank is to be surrounded by four smaller tanks, each containing one goldfish. In the event that the 'parent' goldfish expire, SCP-929 will designate one of the surrounding goldfish as its new 'parent', instead of supervising research staff.
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SCP-929 is to be fed as described in Nutritional Chart 929-2 at least twice a day. No threatening movements are to be made against SCP-929 (tapping of glass, shaking of tank, etc.)
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Description: SCP-929 is an entity of varying height, weight and species, as it possesses the ability to rapidly change its appearance and biology to match those of any other species. Upon entering an area of three meters around an animal organism, SCP-929 will designate said organism as its 'parent' and rapidly transform. SCP-929 will always take the form of a younger member of the organism's species and will remain in this form until either the 'parent' organism is killed or hostilities are engaged against SCP-929.
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Upon engagement of hostilities, SCP-929's face and cranium will split and open outwards. A number of tendrils that appear to be similar in composition to imitated organs will emerge from within the created gap. Using these, SCP-929 will remove hostiles via a combination of throttling, brute force and lashing. After hostiles are killed or otherwise removed, SCP-929 will seek out a new 'parent' organism.
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SCP-929 exerts a psychic influence over those designated as its 'parent' organism. The parent will believe that SCP-929 is their offspring and recall highly detailed memories regarding SCP-929's presence. A diminished version of this effect is also exerted on those surrounding SCP-929, causing a general sense that SCP-929 is the genuine offspring of the parent organism. This diminished effect, however, can be overcome with minor concentration and foreknowledge of SCP-929's nature.
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Incident 929-1: On ██/██/████, SCP-929's 'parent' organisms attacked research personnel during feeding in a manner not consistent with previous behaviour. During the incident, SCP-929 attempted to breach containment, resulting in the deaths of two (2) security personnel and the injury of Dr. █████. Parent organisms and containment procedures have been altered to make SCP-929 more manageable.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-963-1 is to be given into the care of a current D level operative, as well as personnel classified as Dr. Bright's assistant. This assistant is to be chosen by O5-█ for loyalty to the Foundation, as well as psychological stability.
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SCP-963 is to be attached to the subject's forehead or the back of the subject's hand using a suitably strong epoxy. SCP-963-1 is now hung by a chain from subject's neck. 963-1 is not allowed to be hidden upon the subject's body. Any attempt to do so will be met with lethal force.
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If the current D-level subject exceeds a thirty-day life span, they are to be executed and a new subject chosen to wear 963-1. By order of O5-█, any body SCP-963-1 is installed upon is given a stay of execution until it passes on of natural causes, or 963-1 is transferred to a new host.
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ATTENTION: As of 12/13/████ 963-1 is not allowed in proximity of any Euclid or Keter class humanoid SCPs. This directive is to be enforced lethally. Rescinded, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9
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ATTENTION: As of Incident-239-b Clef-Kondraki, SCP-963-1 is not allowed at Site 17 without the express permission of three O5's. Violations are to be met with lethal force. Rescinded, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9
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Description: SCP-963-1 is an ornate amulet approximately 15 centimeters in circumference made from white gold, with thirteen (13) ██k brilliant-cut diamonds surrounding a ███k oval-cut ruby in a starburst pattern. It was discovered in the personal effects of ██████ ███ who had been found dead by apparent suicide, surrounded by a number of supernaturally-related books. Our Agent in the area found that 963-1 was incapable of being damaged and brought it in according to protocol XLR-8R-██.
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Dr. Jack Bright,1 a Junior Staff researcher of good standing, was assigned the responsibility of researching SCP-963-1's capabilities, and granted access to [REDACTED]. Later that year, SCP-076-2 broke containment (see document 076-2-19A), leading to [REDACTED] deaths and ██ casualties. Doctor Bright was transporting SCP-963-1 by hand past SCP-076-2's containment unit, and was among the first KIB (killed in breach). Approximately █ days later, D1-113, tasked to clear the area of rubble, discovered 963-1 among the wreckage and picked it up. An immediate, noticeable change came over D1-113. Interview follows.
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Interview Log x████, Date: ██-█-████
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████: Could you please tell me your name?
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D1-113: It's Jack Bright, you damn well know it is!
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████: I believe you are Tom Higly, working for us as part of your life sentence.
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D1-113: Don't be ridiculous! I couldn't possibly be- (SCP-963-1 is removed at this time from D1-113's possession. A further MRI shows that D1-113 ceases all higher brain functions. 963-1 is returned, upon which brain function returns.)
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████: Dr. Bright?
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████: We appear to have a problem.
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After much experimentation, it has been discovered that when any living anthropoid comes into direct skin contact with SCP-963-1, the mind of the subject is wiped, and that of Dr. Bright is projected from 963-1 onto the subject. It is known that memories native to Dr. Bright transfer from host to host.
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If a subject maintains contact for thirty (30) days, their brain functions become a duplicate of the late Dr. Bright's. If 963-1 is removed after this time period, the subject retains an independent copy of the consciousness of Jack Bright. Sanctions were put in place to prevent multiple instances of Dr. Bright from being created to prevent Dr. Bright from collaborating with himself, however it was found this was not necessary, as Doctor Bright has proven thoroughly dedicated to the Foundation and its cause.
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Doctor Bright himself has performed extensive experimentation on SCP-963-1, with the expressed desire for release from it. Interviews with Doctor Bright indicate that ██████ ███ killed himself in the process of empowering SCP-963-1, and was therefore never able to slave his own consciousness to the amulet. Doctor Bright hypothesizes that he accidentally activated 963-1's power by being killed, instead of killing himself as the original creator had done.
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Entry Regarding SCP-963-2
+On ██/██/████, orders were given by O5-9 to attempt to replicate SCP-963-1. All attempts met with failure until SCP-963-2, at which point [SUBSEQUENT DATA EXPUNGED]
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