SCP-023, kept in a temporary containment area during a containment breach by SCP-███
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Item #: SCP-023
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures:SCP-023 is to be contained in a standard 5 x 5 m Containment Unit. SCP-023 is to be contained in a walled-off intersection of two (2) corridors at Site ██, with at least three (3) meters of space in each direction, and false doors at three (3) of the four (4) ends, in addition to the real door. Security cameras will be placed and maintained above all four (4) doors.
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At all times, SCP-023's eye sockets are to be filled with spherical inserts made of hard rubber. Eye inserts must be replaced as they degrade. Degradation can be monitored by measuring the brightness of the "burning" effect as observed by security footage. Brightness greater than twelve (12) candela requires that the inserts be replaced within twelve (12) hours. Eye inserts are only to be replaced individually, and only after the sun has completely set. Personnel are not to look directly into eye sockets of SCP-023 at any time.
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Following Incident 023-27 all reflective surfaces, including displays, monitors, and eye-wear of any sort are not permitted within 30 meters of SCP-023's cell. This includes monitors linked to security cameras within its enclosure. Security personnel posted at checkpoints outside both corridors will enforce and adhere to this measure.
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Experimentation involving SCP-023 has been suspended indefinitely.
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Description: SCP-023 is a large, sexless shaggy canine (1.5 meters at the shoulder) with black fur. It has bright orange-red eyes and prominent teeth (see Incident Report 023-26). Any time an individual makes eye contact with SCP-023, either that person or a member of their immediate family will die exactly one (1) year after eye contact is broken. Research into the method of selection is incomplete due to a moratorium on experiments, but the available data suggests that having a larger immediate family lessens the chance of the individual making eye contact themselves dying, and neither a pattern nor a preference in victim types have been found. This may indicate that SCP-023's victim is designated entirely at random, but it is unknown whether this selection occurs at the beginning or at the end of the one-year time period. Attempts to terminate an individual who has made eye contact with SCP-023 and their entire immediate family before the one-year time period has ended [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Autopsies of individuals killed by SCP-023's effect show that, while outwardly appearing unharmed, their remains have been 'filled in' with highly compacted ash, including but not limited to all organ systems and the circulatory system. Muscle tissue, bones, and brain tissue universally show signs of exposure to temperatures above ██°C.
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If not contained in a setting that at least superficially resembles a "crossroads", SCP-023 will phase through walls to get to the nearest suitable location, incinerating all materials it passes through.
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SCP-023 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when it attacked a church in ███████ while it was in session, killing █ civilians directly and [REDACTED] as a result of eye contact. Following retrieval of SCP-023, Class-B amnestics were administered to all witnesses and surviving victims. The incident was covered up as a case of arson.
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Addendum 023-001
+SCP-023 broke containment on ██/██/████ by passing through its cell wall (Incident 023-01). SCP-023 was later discovered at the intersection of two (2) corridors elsewhere on Site-███. Agent █████ noted SCP-023's similarity to a [REDACTED]. Special Containment Procedures for SCP-023 updated. Assistant Researcher ███████ issued a reprimand for negligence.
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Addendum 023-002
+SCP-023 has been responsible for the deaths of ███ personnel and ██ civilians since it was first brought into containment on 10/12/██94.
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Addendum 023-003:
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Addendum 023-004:
+Due to both anomalies focusing on specific geographic spaces, their destructive capabilities, and canine appearance, it is possible that SCP-1111-1 may be a variant of the same phenomenon observed in SCP-023, or vice versa. Investigation into the origin of both anomalies is ongoing. Due to the inability to capture SCP-1111-1 for study, investigations are currently focused on SCP-023.
Special Containment Procedures: Once every year, a mobile task force is dispatched from Containment Command-02 in [EXPUNGED] to Site-22A to defend the runway and airport located there. The civilian facility is to be cleared of all non-SCP personnel by 0400 hours of September 23 and none are allowed to return until sunrise the next day. On October 1, all civilians must be evacuated again before sunrise and will not be allowed on to Site-22A until the return of the "Pilgrimage flight."
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Pilgrims in transit from the "Arrival Flight" awaiting departure on the "Pilgrim Flight" may only be cross-examined by researchers with Level 3 security level clearance or higher.
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Description: SCP-036 includes the location, Site-22A (a small airport in the Mosul region of northern Iraq) and Site-22B (the destination of passengers boarding at Site-22A). The key components of SCP-036 are:
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The "Arrival flight"- A passenger plane (that varies in make and model from year to year) that arrives shortly before dawn on September 23. It appears on radar about 30-40 kilometers away from Site-22A. When it lands, "pilgrims" exit the plane and enter the terminal. No crew have ever left the plane. Observations have only revealed a masked pilot and co-pilot. This plane leaves quickly after pilgrims exit and does not wait for clearance for take off, nor does it identify itself upon approach for landing.
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The "Pilgrims"- People of the Yazidi faith that exit the "Arrival" plane, who are said to be undergoing the ''kiras guhorîn''. Each year they are examined and identified as various people of the Yazidi faith that have died during the previous year. This is done through birth certificates, photo IDs, specific knowledge questions, and when possible, finger printing. Most have been known to be friendly and amicable though most are reluctant to give details about the kiras guhorîn. In the past, all have shown to be unable to recognize family and friends or been able to remember any information beyond what short term memory would normally allow. In the late afternoon of September 23rd, most pilgrims begin to emphasize how important it is that their pilgrimage must begin. At that time, they file onto the "Pilgrimage flight" plane and depart, never to be seen again.
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The "Pilgrimage Flight"- A passenger plane provided by SCP personnel for the transport of "the pilgrims," it is manned by a crew of trained Yazidi holy men. The crew are typically never able to elaborate upon details of the pilgrimage or what the kiras guhorîn actually is. SCP equipment on board function optimally but recorded data will only slightly increase our understanding of the pilgrimage each year. Though the flight is gone for seven days, the crew and recorded data are only able to account for a few hours. Days are missing from time recording equipment and cameras, though nothing abnormal is ever observed. The plane disappears from radar and visual contact is lost about 50-60 km away from Site-22A until it returns about sunrise on October 1.
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Site-22B- The destination of the "Pilgrimage plane," it is a small airport consisting of a runway and single building located at coordinates [EXPUNGED]. It has only been observed by "Pilgrimage crew" and cameras on the plane. It does not appear on satellite images and attempts to reach it on foot have failed, once with disastrous results. Cameras have trouble focusing on the area, as the heat from the ground usually causes a mirage-like visual effect on all objects more than a few dozen meters from the plane. A fly over with an SCP reconnaissance plane several weeks before the pilgrimage revealed undeveloped land and what looked like an ancient stone statue. In the 1990s, SCP Mobile Task Force Sigma-4 attempted to reach Site-22B during the time of the pilgrimage. Upon the approach, communication was lost and the Task force was never heard from again. No other exploration attempts are advised during the seven (7) day pilgrimage.
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Yazidi Holy men shortly before the pilgrimage
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Originally, the Kurdish speaking Yazidi people around Mosul secretly performed the Pilgrimage themselves. Pilgrims from the east were escorted by masked armed guards on camel back into the care of Yazidi holy men. It has been explained that the holy men would then take the pilgrims west to their "land of the dead," where the pilgrims would wait to be "reborn" back into the Yazidi people. The ''kiras guhorîn'', literally Kurdish for "changing garments," is used to describe the belief of reincarnation that lesser souls of the Yazidi undergo. While this actual pilgrimage was done in secret, a symbolic pilgrimage and ''kiras guhorîn'' are performed every year at this time by other Yazidi.
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During the 1960s, land acquisition by Kurds and Muslims, attacks by Turks, and punitive laws by the Islamic Iraqi Government, restricted the movements and customs of the Yazidi. During that time, the Foundation stepped in and offered aid in the way of an advantageous clause that granted SCP planes unrestricted access to airport facilities in the area. Almost immediately, mysterious planes carrying pilgrims from the east began landing at the local airport and an elusive airport at the destination appeared as well.
Special Containment Procedures: All roads leading to SCP-1122 are to be sealed off, with two armed guards posted outside SCP-1122 at all times to prevent unauthorized access. No artificial devices invented after 1940 (with the exception of any recording devices, which must be worn discreetly) are to be carried into SCP-1122 without administrator approval. All test subjects must be searched before entry to prevent the introduction of unauthorized items into SCP-1122’s environment.
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Description: SCP-1122 is an abandoned tourist attraction located on the outskirts of ███████████, ██. It was originally constructed in 195█ as a “house of tomorrow”, a demonstration of the then-futuristic technologies expected to become commonplace over the following twenty-five years. There is no evidence that SCP-1122 displayed any anomalous properties prior to its abandonment.
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SCP-1122’s interior is unusually well-maintained, and filled with devices that neither existed at the time of the building’s construction nor exist in the present. Among other things, the house has a kitchen stocked with food pills that change into three-course meals upon hydration, miniature robots that perform routine cleaning and maintenance, and a garage containing a car capable of flight. Smuggling these items out of the house has revealed that they do not function outside of SCP-1122. Although SCP-1122's technology is more advanced than modern technology in some respects, it is less advanced in others: there are no miniaturized computers on the premises, and the house’s television is of a considerably lower picture quality than its modern counterparts.
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The house is also populated by a Caucasian family of four, consisting of a man (SCP-1122-1) and a woman (SCP-1122-2) in their mid-thirties, an adolescent daughter (SCP-1122-3), and a prepubescent son (SCP-1122-4). Although persons inside SCP-1122 occasionally witness the family members entering and leaving through the house's doors, no inhabitant of SCP-1122 has ever been seen outside of the building. All four residents of SCP-1122 are docile and, at the time of their original discovery, perpetually cheerful, and are usually willing to answer any questions posed to them.
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When asked for today’s date, all four residents will claim that it is exactly ten years after the current date. (The Foundation originally believed SCP-1122 to be predictive, though this has since been proven false.) Their knowledge of history prior to the year 195█ is relatively accurate. When questioned about history subsequent to 195█, they refer to fictitious persons and events such as the creation of a lunar colony, while failing to recognize real events.
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SCP-1122’s most unusual property was demonstrated on ██/██/199█, when Dr. ██████’s mobile phone rang while conducting an interview with the family. During ██████’s next visit, he noticed SCP-1122-2 talking on a mobile phone of identical design to his own, which the family has used ever since. Upon interrogation, SCP-1122-1 denied that the phone was a new addition, claiming that he had always owned it. SCP-1122-3 and SCP-1122-4 then complained to Dr. ██████ that their mother was too occupied with talking on the phone to pay attention to them, the first time any residents of SCP-1122 displayed unhappiness.
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Whenever a device that was not in widespread household use before 195█ is seen by the residents of SCP-1122, it will be integrated into the house from that point onward, often replacing an original item. (Food pills disappeared from SCP-1122 after the introduction of a microwave oven, for example.) Each new item has, without fail, had a negative effect on the house’s inhabitants. SCP-1122-1 has frequently been seen drinking, lamenting how "things should be better", while SCP-1122-3 and SCP-1122-4 have become more introverted and are rarely seen outside their rooms.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1135 is located within the boundaries of Site-36. A chain-link fence, 3 metres (m) high, has been constructed around the object, and marks the boundary of the affected area. A narrow ditch, 4m deep, has been dug parallel to, and within, the fence. This ditch is lined with impermeable plastic and filled with dilute hydrochloric acid in order to deter expansion of SCP-1135 past the security perimeter.
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The area within the security perimeter is to be checked every three days by teams of researchers. These researchers are not required to be armed or otherwise prepared for a hostile environment, but must carry two-way radio communicators at all times while within the security perimeter, and should maintain visual contact with one or more fellow researchers at all times. Any new growth or development indicative of SCP-1135 activity is to be noted. Should hostility on the part of SCP-1135 be encountered during an expedition, all staff within the security perimeter are to withdraw immediately. No expeditions within SCP-1135 are to be mounted within forty days of such a hostile reaction, unless composed entirely of D-Class personnel.
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Any and all non-anomalous waste produced by Site-36 is to be deposited at least twenty metres within the security perimeter by D-Class personnel at the beginning of each day. If this waste totals less than 500 kilograms on any given day, this amount is to be supplemented by on-site stockpiles.
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No attempt to damage SCP-1135 structures is to be made except in the case of a containment breach or with the permission of the Site Administrator of Site-36 (currently Dr. ████████). If such damage occurs, SCP-1135 is to be treated as hostile for the next forty days.
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No explosive materials or other items capable of major structural damage to SCP-1135 are permitted within the security perimeter without approval from the Site Administrator of Site-36.
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Description: SCP-1135 is an isolated village in the State of ███████, India. The village was attributed the name of ████████ prior to its acquisition by the Foundation. It contains approximately ███ houses as well as several places of commerce and a Hindu temple. The structure of the buildings is unusual for the region, as they are larger and built with far more technologically-advanced materials than other villages in the area. All buildings are fully equipped with running hot and cold water, electricity, and sewerage, again unusual for the area. It is unknown how the homes receive electricity as they are not connected to any form of generator, and this is considered to be an effect of SCP-1135. In addition, the roads in the village, and for 2 kilometres around the village, are also fully paved with asphalt concrete.
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Investigation of the building materials reveals strands of organic fibre running through all of the buildings and any permanent fixtures in the village not introduced by an outside force. The fibres do not ever appear to compromise the integrity of any structures. These organic fibres extend up to 3m below ground and form a network under the village. These fibres grow, repair themselves, and appear to absorb nutrients from the soil. As such, SCP-1135 is considered a single, living organism with certain similarities to fungi.
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The fibres of SCP-1135 appear to be able to generate a wide variety of organic and non-organic materials around themselves, allowing them to generate the structures found within the village. This allows the structures to repair themselves, and periodically new buildings grow organically from the soil, maintaining structural integrity at all times during this process. Similarly, when space is limited, some structures will appear to collapse and disintegrate, the fibres within atrophying.
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SCP-1135 appears to require some form of sustenance to survive. As well as absorbing water and nutrients from the soil, the organism appears to consume waste left within the boundaries of the village. Waste of all varieties left in the area affected by SCP-1135 begins to deteriorate and decompose at an extremely accelerated rate. This produces no odour and typically leaves no remains. This process does not affect living organic tissue, soil, or any object being used in some way by those within SCP-1135. It is believed that SCP-1135 converts these materials into nutrients for itself through an unknown process. If so, it is unknown how SCP-1135 differentiates between waste and other matter. If SCP-1135 goes for long periods without ‘feeding’, it will destroy structures, possibly in order to render them down for sustenance. Likewise, if SCP-1135 has been able to consume large amounts of waste, it will start to construct new buildings and improve existing ones at an increased rate.
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If humans or animals cause substantial or repetitive damage to structures formed by SCP-1135, the organism will begin to construct elaborate ‘traps’ in order to injure, drive off, or kill attackers. These range from simple pitfalls and caltrops to elaborate traps which would indicate complex intelligence in a human. These traps will, if not triggered, disappear within a period of 20-30 days. Outside of these circumstances, SCP-1135 is never hostile or dangerous to human life. Additionally, SCP-1135 appears to be able to differentiate between damage caused indirectly or directly by living organisms, and damage caused by other forces. These findings suggest that SCP-1135 may possess some form of intelligence, but this is unproven.
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Addendum 1135-1: SCP-1135 was discovered on ██/██/████ after a reporter investigating aid efforts in the area recorded interviews with local residents claiming that buildings ‘grew overnight’. SCP-1135 had an estimated population of ████ at the time of its discovery by Foundation operatives. Residents interviewed reported that the village had possessed anomalous properties for █ years prior to Foundation intervention, after the village had been the site of a 'sustainable housing development scheme', orchestrated by an organisation by the name of the 'Manna Charitable Foundation'. The Manna Charitable Foundation is apparently fictitious, and no attempts to identify those involved in the scheme have been successful. All residents of SCP-1135 were expelled, and administered Class-A or Class-B amnestics depending on how long they had lived in the village. All aid schemes in the area since have been monitored by the Foundation, although no other anomalies or any further information regarding the Manna Charitable Foundation have since come to light.
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Addendum 1135-2: Following the routine observational expedition carried out on ██/██/████, several buildings appeared to have developed security cameras on their outer walls and in certain indoor areas of the village buildings. These cameras have been observed to track waste disposal and research teams as they move through the village, and to conduct periodic sweeps of the village when undisturbed. Requests to dismantle one of the cameras for research purposes are currently pending approval by Dr. █████████.
SCP-1307 before recovery in ███████████, Colorado.
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Item #: SCP-1307
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1307 is to be kept in a standard hazardous-object containment storage at Site-19. No pencils shall be stored or brought within 6 metres of the object. Under no circumstances outside of testing should a pencil be placed in the hole on the front of SCP-1307, unplugged or otherwise.
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Description: SCP-1307 is a standard black electric sharpener with a standard size receiving hole and a loading bay underneath designed to catch pencil shavings. On its back is a standard electric cord which appears to be functionless; SCP-1307 will still activate whether or not it is unplugged.
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SCP-1307 is activated in a similar manner to a conventional electric pencil sharpener, by inserting a standard sized pencil into the hole on the front. The effect will not be activated by pens, pencil-shaped steel rods, or [REDACTED]. Note that this effect will be activated by mechanical pencils.
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Upon an individual inserting a pencil into SCP-1307, the subject will find themselves unable to remove their hands from the pencil. All attempts to pry the hand from the pencil will fail, and the only way to remove the individual from contact is amputation of the hand. While SCP-1307 is active, it adheres itself to the surface on which it is located and will not move. Additionally, the pencil becomes completely unbreakable. Once the pencil has sharpened down to the point where the individual's hand is located, SCP-1307 will continue to draw the pencil in, enlarging the hole as far as needed to take in the hand of the subject. As the subject's hand is drawn in, it is "sharpened" along with the pencil, shredding the limb in the process.
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SCP-1307, through the course of several tests, has demonstrated the ability to tear through a full human body in the course of about 4 hours. Despite severe blood loss, subjects are kept alive until the brain is destroyed by SCP-1307, at which point the subject's vital functions cease. SCP-1307 then continues to take in the rest of the body and shred the entirety of the corpse. Afterwards, the only blood that is left in the area is any that did not land in the vicinity of SCP-1307. Any blood spilled on, inside, or near SCP-1307 seemingly vanishes, along with the rest of the subject's body. Attempts to send trackers through with the subject have proven fruitless, as the trackers are shredded along with the individual.
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SCP-1307 was recovered at ████████ Elementary in ███████████, Colorado.
Special Containment Procedures: All stationed personnel currently assigned to SCP-1311 are to monitor all local homicide police reports for evidence of SCP-1311 outbreaks. Instances of SCP-1311’s pattern being positively identified should be reported immediately. Any witnesses of positively identified SCP-1311 outbreaks are to be given Class-C Amnestics and have their accounts to local authorities modified as necessary. In extreme cases, Class-A Amnestics and relocation are permissible.
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Update as of June 7, 201█: For the purposes of observation and further study, all Foundation personnel currently assigned to SCP-1311 are tasked with the recovery of an individual suffering the condition that has not yet self amputated. In instances where recovery is not viable, video or photographic evidence is also acceptable. -Dr. ██████
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Description: SCP-1311 initially manifests as a case of sudden, severe body integrity disorder—the belief that part of an individual’s body is not actually theirs—in people with no previously recorded history of such a condition. In most instances, SCP-1311 affects the perception of one’s hands or feet, though in some cases, fingers, ears, eyes, teeth or even organs have also been subject to the condition. SCP-1311 was previously regarded as mere coincidence, but the repeated instances of SCP-1311’s more anomalous aspects led Foundation operatives to require additional research, which in turn caused its final classification.
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As with most cases of acute body integrity disorder, the majority of subjects infected with SCP-1311 have attempted to self-amputate or remove the affected part of the body themselves, resulting in their death. In the cases where a minor part of the body is targeted and successfully amputated, all sufferers have expressed a profound feeling of relief at its removal. No survivors of major removals have currently been recovered.
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Further research was first suggested when Dr. ██████ noted that, in all cases where an infected individual was successful in removing the afflicted part of their body, that part of the body was never located. Survivors of the condition universally claimed to have “not noticed” or to “have forgotten” what happened to the body part after removal, though they continue to express happiness that it is gone. No removals have yet been observed or recorded by Foundation personnel.
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Most often, outbreaks of SCP-1311 are discovered after the fact by tracking murder cases involving limb amputation or dismemberment, usually classified as such due to the missing body parts. To date, at least forty-three (43) outbreaks have been recorded around the world, with only the outbreak in █████████ happening at the same location more than once.
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Outbreaks of SCP-1311 always happen in groups of four individuals. There is no identified source for SCP-1311 outbreaks, though those suffering from the condition always have some link between them. While most individuals possess a solid connection, such as working in the same office or having the same doctors, other outbreaks have possessed links as tenuous as:
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Eating the same meal for lunch (at different locations);
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Being treated for nail biting;
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Having been a member of the same online community, [REDACTED] (said community is now being monitored, due to its connection to SCP-1311 correlating to a significant increase in the site's popularity);
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Being allergic to apples;
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Being the child of a pancreatic cancer survivor;
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Having sex with the same woman (the woman showed no signs of the condition herself, though she is currently in custody for observation and further testing);
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Simultaneously reading the same book, █████ ██████ and the ████-█████ ██████.
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The extremely questionable relations between the groups were initially noted as reaching too far by officials, but these are the only currently documented links.
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The full list of currently missing body parts currently includes:
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Sixteen arms (hands intact).
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Twelve legs (feet intact).
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Thirty-six hands.
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Seventy-two teeth, including canines, incisors, and molars in various quantities.
After the recovery of SCP-1993 in ████, research was conducted in an effort to discover a link between SCP-1311 and SCP-1993. Currently, all SCP-1311 survivors tested have shown no sign of the SCP-1993 compulsion. Research is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1331 is stored in a secure locker at Site ██. Experimentation may only be performed on Class D personnel, and only with prior permission from at least one (1) Level 3 Senior Researcher.
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Description: SCP-1331 is a standard size (app. 7.5cm x 9cm x 2.5cm ) bar of yellow hand soap bearing the inscription "The Factory" along both lateral sides. Analysis of samples taken from SCP-1331 has yielded results consistent with ingredients normal for commercially-produced hand soap, and SCP-1331 has shown no ability to self-repair or self-replicate.
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When SCP-1331 comes into contact with any part of the inside of the mouth of a human subject (including the tongue), the subject is affected by an anomalous effect that causes all attempts to vocalize expletives to be "bleeped out" or censored by a synthesized tone. Non-vocal communication is not affected; sign language and written expletives will not be censored. No other anomalous changes in the subject are detectable, and while experimentation shows that the subject's vocal muscle movements are consistent with that of the words they intend to speak, all recording devices and observers only pick up the censoring tone. The duration of SCP-1331's effect is proportional to the amount of time SCP-1331 remains in contact with the mouth of the subject: ten seconds of contact results in an effect duration of approximately one hour.
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SCP-1331 was discovered by Foundation agents during a routine visit to an antiques and curiosities shop in [REDACTED], where it was being sold as a 'gag' item. When questioned, the store owner was unable to remember who or where he obtained it from, and was later released after having been administered a Class B amnestic.
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Addendum 1331-1: SCP-1331 Packaging
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DIRTY MOUTH SOAP
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Do you know someone who has a filthy mouth? Clean out all those dirty words with the latest Factory invention! Discipline your children or play a trick on your friends! Hilarious at parties!
Additional testing with SCP-1331 has shown that its effects appear to trigger whenever any word or phrase considered offensive or an expletive by any observers is spoken, including the speaker. If all observers present do not consider something an expletive, then it is not subject to the effect. Furthermore, this effect seems to extend to recordings, rather than be recorded. That is, any recording of a subject's speech while affected will exhibit the same effects while played, but once the effect has ended on that subject, the recording is no longer affected either. We are still looking into how this thing actually works.
SCP-1331 appears to have additional detrimental effects in subjects with more than one hour of cumulative exposure. Its primary effect will take longer and longer to fade away, and eventually the effect simply becomes permanent. Subjects also began to manifest a progressive increase in the number of words and phrases that are censored, until at three hours of exposure, everything they say is censored. Until further notice, SCP-1331 experimentation is to be limited to Class D personnel only.
Main office of SCP-1730. Primary access to basement levels is below this structure.
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Big Bend Ranch State Park, TX, USA.
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Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established 2km from SCP-1730, and a quarantine zone has been established 1km from SCP-1730. Personnel who are to enter SCP-1730 must first undergo Class VII Hazardous Contact preparation measures, including the application of a modified "Maxwell-Harden" hazardous material reinforced airtight suit. The application of these protective measures may only take place at the Provisional Site-23 quarantine main gate.
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Individuals attempting to exit the quarantined area must first submit to thorough decontamination protocols as administered by the quarantine security staff. Individuals failing to meet the quarantine extraction parameters are to be held for further decontamination or, in the event decontamination becomes unfeasible, termination.
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Containment Update ██/██/████: Dangerous biological and cognitohazardous entities have resulted in high casualties of security rescue teams. Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" has been assigned to all current exploration efforts.
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Containment Update ██/██/████: Due to the events detailed in Exploration Log 7, all future exploration of SCP-1730 has been suspended indefinitely, pending Overseer approval.
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Containment Update 02/01/2016: Due to information gathered by Foundation surveillance teams, exploration and recovery efforts into Site-13 are no longer indefinitely suspended. Details will be available on a need-to-know basis. Assigned Mobile Task Force units will be alerted by their superior officers.
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Containment Update 05/15/2017: Mobile Task Forces Apollo-3 "Game Wardens" and Tau-5 "Samsara" are activated, and assigned to exploration of SCP-1730. See Addendum 1730.8 for details.
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Containment Update 06/22/2017: Due to the events detailed in Addendum 1730.9, SCP-1730 has been reclassified as NEUTRALIZED. Additional research efforts are ongoing. Debriefing reports will become available as they are declassified.
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The SCP-1730 power station.
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Description: SCP-1730 was a large complex of structures 15km northwest of the US/Mexico border within Big Bend Ranch State Park that was discovered on June 5th, ████. Due to the isolated nature of the complex, and the low survival rate of individuals who come in contact with it, it is possible that SCP-1730 had been previously discovered but unreported.
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SCP-1730 bore identifying markings and contained documents to support the claim that SCP-1730 was at one point Foundation Site-13, originally located near Nome, Alaska. This conflicted with extant records, which showed that Site-13 was a project that, while intended to be constructed in Alaska, was scrapped for the larger and more advanced Site-19 and was never completed. Flora located on-site was identified as native to the Alaskan region. How SCP-1730 came to be at its location prior to neutralization is unknown.
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SCP-1730 was, upon discovery, in a severe state of disrepair, and appeared to have been left abandoned for an extended period of time. The site power generator had continued to operate in a damaged state, despite a number of fuel leaks and fires throughout the facility. This resulted in intermittent power failures throughout the site, hindering exploration and rescue efforts.
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Message located on SW stairwell leading to third basement level.
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The origin of SCP-1730 is still unknown, as is the nature of many of the anomalous entities contained within1. It is confirmed that the 2nd through 15th2 basement levels were utilized for entity containment, though the state of that containment had deteriorated significantly.
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It was believed that a contingent of human survivors existed somewhere deep in the lower basement levels of the facility3. Messages written in English were discovered throughout the site, consisting of warnings such as "danger" and "death here", and other messages such as "not my body" and "bleed". A recurring message, "What happened to Site-13?", was found in several different locations in the basements.
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Several logs of data were collected by the remaining functional site terminals, the relevant data of which is contained in the addendums below. Worth noting is that inconsistencies exist between the logs and what has been determined through exploration, including site layout, staff makeup, and contained anomalies. Additionally, all logs are presented as they were in the original SCP-1730 documentation, prior to the neutralization of the anomaly.
We found it. Watched it kill Dailey earlier. Crawled right into his mouth and next thing you know, Dailey's got blood leaking out of his ears. Puking it up, shitting it out, everywhere. Blood looked funny, too. Too dark. It was running out of his hair, like through the follicles. His hair fell out right with it.
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Once it was over, the thing that crawled inside him crawled back out with a buddy. One of them, can't say which, drinks up all this blood like a leech. The other one crawls back inside Dailey and he stands up. Turns around, starts coming at us. I can see that thing inside him when he opens his mouth. So I put a bullet in his face. Then another. We emptied our magazines into him. He didn't get up after that.
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We're not going to be too much longer, though. Found another one of those messages down here, you know, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Just a matter of time before it starts. We strapped some C4 to it and blew the wall, and I think it's pretty illegible at this point, but it doesn't matter. Jones already went quiet like the others. We shoved him down an elevator shaft earlier. Didn't hear the body hit the ground.
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Think I just heard them start up Thresher. Wish we would've known about that sooner.
The following message was recovered from SCP-1730's emergency warning system. Logs on file indicate that it was transmitted moments prior to a major electrical disturbance, and three minutes before an explosion within the site power relay.
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GENERAL NOTICE
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Site 13 has experienced a gross breach of containment systems.
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[COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] has breached containment during testing.
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On-Site nuclear device is non-responsive. Thresher Protocol has been activated.
D12-Cap: Recorder's on. Everybody check your mics.
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D12-1: Check.
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D12-4: Check.
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D12-3: Check.
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D12-5: Check check.
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D12-2: And check makes five.
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D12-Cap: Right. Command, you hear us clear?
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SiteCommand: Roger that, Team Lead.
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D12-Cap: Alright. Keep weapons locked, no idea what we're going to see in there. (Pause) Yep, we're set. Let's move in, those doors.
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(Team moves into main SCP-1730 structure through front doors. Doors found to be unlocked.)
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D12-Cap: Keep your eyes open.
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D12-3: Dark in here. Switching lights.
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D12-Cap: Good call.
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(Team switches on shoulder mounted lights.)
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D12-1: Something written on the wall over here.
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D12-2: Yeah, here too.
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D12-Cap: What you got?
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D12-1: "get below", and "don't look at the walls" next to it.
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D12-4: Little late for that.
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D12-Cap: What about you, Two?
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D12-2: "What did we do?"
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D12-Cap: You see that, Command?
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SiteCommand: Yes.
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D12-Cap: Alright, let's move on out. (Pause) Service elevator over there. Five, check if it has power.
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D12-5: (Pause) Yep. This'll work.
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D12-Cap: Let's see how far it'll take us, then.
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(Team enters service elevator. Video indicates lit control panel with various floor buttons. D12-Cap hits button labeled B3.)
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D12-1: And away we go.
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(Elevator descends briefly. Stops upon reaching the third basement level. Door opens to reveal a dark hallway. A single light is on at a bend in the hall, roughly 50m from the elevator.)
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D12-Cap: OK. Let's clear this level first, then we can go from there. One and Three, take that hallway there, myself and Four can check the rooms in this hallway, and Two and Five stay here, make sure our elevator sticks around.
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Image taken from D12-5's shoulder mounted camera.
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(Team splits up. D12-1 and D12-3 move towards the light at the end of the hallway. D12-Cap begins checking rooms on the left side of the hallway, D12-4 checks the right side.)
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D12-4: Rooms are filthy. What is this?
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D12-Cap: Yeah, I see it too. Is it mud?
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D12-4: Feels like it. Some kind of sludge. Smells metallic. (Pulls test tube from belt) I'll send this back up, Site Command. Let you guys poke around in it.
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SiteCommand: Acknowledged. Try and keep out of it as much as you can until we figure out what it is.
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D12-Cap: Sure thing.
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D12-1: We're at the end of this hallway. Another hallway here, looks like there's some kind of barricade at the end. Bunch of tables and desks all piled up.
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SiteCommand: Can you approach the barricade, One?
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(D12-1 and D12-3 approach barricade.)
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D12-4: More of the sludge in this room. Caked on the walls— found a body.
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D12-Cap: Hang tight, One, don't move. I'm coming, Four.
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(D12-Cap enters the room. A visible humanoid body is seen half submerged in the thick black material in a corner. The head and neck are not visible.)
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D12-Cap: Yep. Any kind of identification?
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D12-4: He's got a spot on his belt for a badge, but it's missing. Looks pulled off, maybe to unlock a door somewhere?
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D12-Cap: Maybe. Go ahead and proceed, One.
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D12-1: Aye. (Pauses) Cap, more bodies here. That sludge is all over the back of this barricade.
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D12-3: Shit, that one moved.
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D12-1: There's something else in this pile. Get a light on it.
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D12-Cap: Moving your way, guys.
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D12-1: Ah, there! Fuck!
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(Gunshots)
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D12-Cap: Report, guys. We're getting to you.
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D12-3: Thing crawled out of one of their mouths. Some kind of snake, I think… a lot of teeth. Can't really tell what it is, now.
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D12-1: Look here. You hit that body, see that?
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D12-3: Fuck. It's hollow.
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(D12-Cap and D12-4 arrive at barricade.)
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D12-Cap: You seeing this, Command?
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SiteCommand: Affirmative.
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D12-Cap: Alright. Watch for that then, I guess. Weapons hot, if they aren't already.
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D12-4: Aye aye.
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D12-Cap: Let's head back to the elevator, see if we can't get down to the next level. Is that door un— yeah, I thought so. Let's just do that, then.
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(D12-Cap, D12-1, D12-3 and D12-4 move back down hallway.)
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D12-4: Wait a second.
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D12-1: Didn't this turn left earlier?
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D12-4: Sure fucking did. Where's the elevator?
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D12-Cap: Two, Five, you read me?
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(Silence.)
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D12-4: Here we go.
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D12-Cap: Shut it. Alright, shit. Command, you read us?
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SiteCommand: Sure do, Captain.
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D12-Cap: You got a read on Two and Five?
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SiteCommand: Should be about forty-five meters to your twelve.
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D12-Cap: There's a wall here… looks like it's always been here. Either we're hallucinating or the building is doing something fucky, either way. (Pauses) Can you get a hold of either of them?
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SiteCommand: A moment.
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(SiteCommand attempts to communicate with D12-2 and D12-5, neither of whom are responsive.)
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SiteCommand: No go.
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D12-Cap: Ah, shit. Let's find a way up and get out of here, then.
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(D12 team proceeds down hallway. Notable, hallway is much longer than any on any recovered schematic of the site.)
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D12-1: Got something else on this door.
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D12-Cap: What's that?
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D12-1: Says "silence". We trying to check this?
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D12-Cap: Is this a containment cell? That's just an office door.
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D12-4: This whole floor just looks like offices.
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D12-Cap: Alright, then. Get in there.
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(D12-1 attempts to open door.)
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D12-1: It's locked. I can't get it open.
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D12-Cap: Knock the door down, then.
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D12-3: You hear that?
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D12-1: 1… 2…
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D12-3: It sounds like somebody shushing—
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D12-1: 3!
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(D12-1 kicks door down. Video records three frames of a naked human with what appears to be fire burning out of its ears staring fearfully at the door.)
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D12-3: Fu—
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(There is an intense white light, and the sound of searing meat. All camera lenses are damaged and become non-functional. All microphones except for that on D12-3 stop working.)
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SiteCommand: What happened? Captain? D12 team?
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(SiteCommand attempts to communicate with D12-Cap for an additional thirty seconds, before realizing that D12-3's mic is still operational.)
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SiteCommand: D12-3, can you hear us?
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D12-3: (Static)
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SiteCommand: D12-3?
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D12-3: (Static, and then the sound of slithering.)
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SiteCommand: D12-3?
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D12-3: (A cry, then the sound of choking. This continues for 43 seconds, and then the sound of liquid leaking, then pouring, accompanied by the sound of vomit. Large, wet objects can be overheard hitting the floor. A dull, low, approaching sound accompanies this. Mic cuts out suddenly.)
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SiteCommand: D12-3? Shit.
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D12-2: Oh shit, hey Site Command.
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D12-5: Jesus Christ.
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SiteCommand: Wha— D12-2, where are you right now?
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D12-2: By the elevator. We assumed our radios had stopped working down here, we're just waiting for them to get back.
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SiteCommand: The rest of the team is compromised. Hang on, we're trying to establish a link to your video.
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D12-5: No need for that, it's probably just interference. Can you send a team down here to get us?
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SiteCommand: Hang on, video coming up.
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D12-2: Don't—
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SiteCommand: Got it, you—
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(Mounted cameras on both individuals do not show the hallway they had been standing in, but what looks like a large utility room. Boilers are visible in the near distance, and a wall appears to have been caved in. D12-2 appears to be hanging upside down, facing D12-5, both of whom are stark white and unmoving. Their faces are covered in blood that looks to have originated from their mouth, nostrils, and eyes.)
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(A large object is seen moving quickly behind D12-2, accompanied by the sound of slithering from many different sources. D12-5 opens his eyes. Two frames later, the video and audio feed cuts out. No additional responses are picked up from the D12 team.)
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Y-24 "Gulliver's Travelers"
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Subject: SCP-1730
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Team Lead: Y24-Cap
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Team Members: Y24-1 / Y24-2
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Notes:Initial exploration of the main site structure proved too dangerous for an additional attempt without additional resources. The only remaining mobile task force on hand was MTF Y-24, a three man team, who was charged with entering the site power station and assessing the damage.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SiteCommand: Coming online.
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(Video and audio feed for all three members comes online simultaneously. Ahead of them is the entrance to the SCP-1730 power station.)
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Y24-Cap: You can hear us?
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SiteCommand: Affirmative.
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Y24-Cap: Good. Anything else we should know?
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SiteCommand: Thermal scans read one of the cores as being superheated. Might be on the verge of an explosion. Stay as far away from them as you can. You can use the microdrones if you need to; don't worry about trying to get them back.
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Y24-Cap: Right. OK, good. Let's get on.
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(Y24 team enters power station. First room appears to be a security station.)
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Y24-1: There's our first problem. Doors are locked.
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Y24-2: These are pretty solid, too. Is that glass bulletproof?
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Y24-Cap: Check it.
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(Loud thump.)
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Y24-2: Guess that answers that.
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Y24-Cap: Command, are we cleared to use explosives in here?
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SiteCommand: Negative. Structure is pretty weak all over. You'll risk caving yourself in.
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Y24-Cap: Well shit. There's no other way in.
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Y24-1: Hang on. We have anybody on-site with a level 4 clearance card? One that can override breach lockdowns?
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SiteCommand: Dr. Edwards is with a team over at the containment bay—
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Y24-1: No, no. It would have to be somebody older. Edwards has only been around like, what, ten years? Somebody who has had the clearance for a long time.
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SiteCommand: Standby.
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SiteCommand: Director Jameson is currently on assignment at Site-65.
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Y24-1: Eh, that's three hours from here, we won't—
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Y24-Cap: No, you've got the right idea. Get Director Jameson on the phone, Command. Ask him what his clearance code was in… when was Site-19 built? 1960?
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SiteCommand: Standby.
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(Ten minutes pass, extraneous logs removed.)
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SiteCommand: Alright, you ready?
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Y24-1: Go ahead.
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SiteCommand: [REDACTED]
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Y24-2: Well I'll be damned.
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Y24-Cap: "Hello, Researcher Jameson." Will you look at that.
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SiteCommand: We'll send the director your regards.
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Y24-Cap: Please do. Good work, One. Let's get in here.
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(Team enters power station main concourse.)
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SiteCommand: Can you see the damaged core?
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Y24-Cap: No, they all look fine. Let's switch to the thermal lens.
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Y24-2: There it is.
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Y24-1: Are we missing something? That core looks fine.
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SiteCommand: We need to get closer to it, guys.
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Y24-Cap: Right. Releasing microdrone, Command.
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(Y24-Cap releases microdrone. Drone approaches power station cores and begins to circle them. 12 cores are accounted for, seven of them damaged beyond repair. Three have not been brought up to power, and two are operating at full capacity. One of the two is the superheated core, which aside from its abnormal temperature shows no other sign of damage.)
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SiteCommand: It looks fine. Can you get closer to that, Captain?
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Y24-Cap: Sure.
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(Y24 team approaches the superheated core. Temperature readings begin to rise as they grow closer.)
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Y24-1: It's hot enough, anyway.
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Y24-2: What's this shit?
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Y24-Cap: It's really thick. Is that sludge? Some kind of waste?
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SiteCommand: Try and avoid that, team. Captain, can you get a vial of it on the microdrone and send it back out the way you came?
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Y24-Cap: Yeah, hang on. Two, grab one of— yeah, you got it. (Pause) Sample's on the way, Command.
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SiteCommand: Thanks. Be careful, guys. Try and get around to the other side of it.
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Y24-1: I'm over here. Nothing looks— ah, fuck. Look.
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Y24-Cap: Jesus.
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(Y24-1 camera shows no fewer than ten human bodies bound to the side of the superheated core with wire. All of the bodies appear similarly to the bodies found by the D12 team: stark white, blood leaking from all orifices, non-responsive.)
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Y24-2: Something written underneath them. Is that blood?
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Y24-Cap: "What happened to Site-13?"
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Y24-1: These lines don't run to the main structure. See here? They're running below us.
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Y24-Cap: Any kind of identifier?
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Y24-1: Let me see… Yeah. They're all labeled "body pit". They run straight into the ground over there.
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Y24-Cap: Looks like we're going below, then. Command, you copy all that?
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SiteCommand: We do. Just received your sample back, as well. Going to get a report on that in just a few minutes.
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Y24-Cap: Alright, good. Let's get down there.
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Y24-2: There's a stairwell over here.
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(Y24 team approaches stairwell and begins to descend. Lighting is absent in the stairwell, and all team members switch on their shoulder lights.)
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Y24-Cap: These doors are all hard locked.
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(Y24 team descends to the bottom of the stairwell. The door there is open.)
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Y24-1: This has been pried open, looks like somebody was trying to get… out? Not in.
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Y24-Cap: Something else written on the wall here. "Fuck SCP".
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Y24-2: That's polite.
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(Team enters the doorway.)
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Y24-1: You smell that?
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Y24-2: Fuck, yeah. That's disgusting. What is it?
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Y24-Cap: Whatever is on the other end of this hall, I'd imagine. Watch the blown radiator here, guys.
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SiteCommand: Team, take note that we are losing video feed. Something's interfering with our signal here.
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Y24-Cap: Roger that, we—
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(Audio feed cuts out. Positioning system stays active for a few more moments as Site Command attempts to reconnect with Y24 team. Intermittent communications are received for an additional 15 minutes.)
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Y24-1: Some of these are human.
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Y24-Cap: That same… it's all over the inside, that black shit, smells like iron—
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Y24-1: Something crawled out, look.
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Y24-2: Do you hear—
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Y24-1: We need to get—
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Y24-Cap: There's a light over there. Can you see it?
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Y24-2: Hello? Are you OK? Do you need help? We can—
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(Audio cuts completely. Recovery efforts are halted. No communications are received from the Y24 team for an additional 24 hours, after which the team is determined to be lost. Sample that was returned with the microdrone is revealed to be blood and power core residual runoff, mixed with some kind of additional biological matter. Study into the substance is ongoing.)
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(After one week, Y24-1's video feed becomes active again for thirteen seconds. No audio is transmitted, and the video shows a group of humans standing around and looking down at a table. One of the humans turns to look at the camera, and the video cuts. No additional communications are received from the team at any point afterward.)
Notes:While waiting for additional resources to arrive at SCP-1730, an unmanned ground-based drone was launched into the main site complex, through the same door that the D12 team had entered. The planned goal of the mission was to investigate lower floors and attempt to recover information relating to the origins of SCP-1730.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Drone approaches main office building and enters through front door. A moment is spent observing the writing on the walls in the interior lobby before moving across to the service elevator.
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Drone enters elevator and turns to floor selection. There are selections for five floors above the ground level, and fifteen below. Drone moves to select B15 level. Elevator begins to descend.
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After seven floors, elevator suddenly stops. After a few moments of time, it is determined this is due to an intermittent power failure. Drone uses suitable utility to open the forward facing elevator door. The open elevator shaft is visible, and the drone is unable to determine the depth of the shaft. Using its winch, the drone descends below the stopped elevator to the first available floor. After prying open the door, the drone swings into the opening and retracts the winch.
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A sign on the wall just inside the doorway indicates that this is the 8th basement level, and that it is a Euclid-class containment wing. Lights on this floor remain dark. The drone is instructed to move down the main hallway and look for a suitable area to descend to the next floor.
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Drone moves towards a side hallway and is instructed to explore down it. It is noted that a number of messages are written on the walls, including "don't look at the walls" and "kill the quiet ones". After inspecting a number of rooms and finding them to only be empty offices, the drone returns to the main hallway.
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fileserv:/S:/1730/exploration/drone139.jpg
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Drone ceases movement upon seeing a large, vaguely humanoid entity standing near the end of the hallway (See exploration file drone139.jpg). This entity appears to glide slowly down the hallways, seemingly not noticing the drone. After it passes, the drone is instructed to follow the entity.
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Entity enters a maintenance closet near the end of the initial hallway. Drone observes as entity extends a long arm from beneath its outer layer and touches the floor. Upon further observation, the entity is noted to have picked up some of the thick, dark material previously identified as blood and power station runoff with what is identified as its primary "finger" appendage. Entity then begins to make slow movements towards the wall behind it. This is obscured from the drone's view.
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fileserv:/S:/1730/exploration/drone144. Cognitohazard has been expunged.
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The entity ceases movement, and then slowly turns to leave the room. The drone is instructed to move towards the wall and take note of any changes. It is noted that the entity left behind a number of unique symbols, such as [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. The drone takes several flash photographs of these symbols and transmits them back to site command.
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Drone is then instructed to continue to follow the large entity; however, the entity has disappeared from the hallway. It is noted that the entity left no apparent footprints, even in the thick material covering parts of the floors. Drone is instructed to continue on regardless.
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Drone reaches what appears to be a series of several containment cells. The first cell is open. A placard on the side of the doorway reads "Entity 324, Scheduled for Termination 12/13/1975". The drone enters the doorway and observes a spacious containment cell. Thick rubber padding is all along the walls. The drone notices a human form in the corner of the room, covered in the thick, dark sludge. As the drone approaches the form, small sparks fire from its fingertips towards the drone. The drone takes several photographs, then leaves.
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The next three cells are all empty with no placards. The fourth cell is closed, and its placard is smashed. Drone is instructed to attempt to open the door with its cutting torch. After a few moments, it is able to do so. The drone enters the room.
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In the corner of the room is the emaciated body of a human female, roughly aged at 34 years. The body shows no signs of life. A chain is seen around the neck, descending into the shirt. Notable is the lack of sludge within this cell, possible as a result of the inhabitant closing the door and locking it from the interior. The drone searches the corpse for an identification badge, and finds one. The name reads "Jack Bright". Drone is then instructed to search the neck chain, but the chain is discovered to be broken. The drone then leaves the room.
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The drone traverses a short way until it finds a stairwell. The drone descends to the next floor. A sign by the doorway reads "5th Floor". The drone turns to view the stairwell it had previously descended from, but finds it nonexistent. After some short discussion at site command, the drone is instructed to enter the doorway.
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The drone enters into a large, spacious office floor, lit by sunlight. Several terminals are nearby, though all of them have been destroyed. The drone approaches the least damaged terminal and attempts to power it on. The terminal does not power on, though whether this is due to a power outage or damage to the machine is unknown.
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The drone maneuvers across the room. Papers litter the floor, and many look to have been burned or shredded. The drone reaches a terminal labeled "M. Hadley" which appears mostly undamaged and attempts to power it on. The terminal powers on, and the drone then attempts to connect with the computer. The computer is running the same Foundation base system as the current model, albeit a number of generations older. The drone is instructed to transmit every file it is capable of accessing to site command. The drone begins to do this.
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Note: At this point in the operation, site command lost contact with the drone. Several members of the operation team suddenly showed symptoms of some kind of anomalous influence, growing silent and beginning to burn from their ears. After the onset of symptoms, any sound would trigger what appeared to be a silent explosion that shook site command and destroyed most of its communicative equipment.
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It was later discovered that the only individuals influenced by this were those who had viewed the symbols created by the large entity in the basement storage closet. Further examination by Foundation cognitohazard specialists and screening technology ascertained that the symbols themselves were a sort of pyroclastic cognitohazard. Any individual becoming aware of the symbols would inevitably succumb to the effects of the hazard, making any additional exploration of the site hazardous.
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The drone was left unattended for several days thereafter, though it did complete its task of transmitting the terminal contents. The contents of this search can be accessed in Addendum 1730.5. Attempts to reconnect with the drone were unsuccessful, and drone surveillance of the site from outside of the building showed that all of the floors above ground level in the primary structure were entirely empty. The drone was not located.
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Z-9 "Mole Rats"
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Subject: SCP-1730
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Team Lead: Z9-Cap
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Team Members: Z9-1 / Z9-2 / Z9-3 / Z9-4 / Z9-Sup
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Notes: Due to high casualties sustained by previous exploration attempts, it was decided that a team experienced in exploration of anomalous structures would be called in to continue operations at SCP-1730. To that end, MTF Z-9 "Mole Rats" was assigned to SCP-1730. The team consisted of five explorative members, and one support member who would stay at Site Command and monitor fluctuations in local reality.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Z9-Cap: We're online. Let us know when you've got a link, Support.
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Z9-Sup: Coming up now. I'm loading your displays with what should be a pretty accurate map of what you should see in there, but—
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Z9-3: Don't bet on it, right?
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Z9-Sup: Like always. It's fully possible that there's a Type Green in there, alongside the other nasties.
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Z9-Cap: Alright, Command. What's the worst of it?
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SiteCommand: There is at least one cognitohazardous entity writing hazards on the walls. Your displays should be able to filter out any and all messages written on the walls, so we don't take any chances. As for the rest, it's a containment site.
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Z9-1: Awesome.
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Z9-Cap: There you have it, guys. Load up, let's get in there.
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Z9-3: Yes ma'am.
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(Z9 team enters the main structure, but search the upper floors first. As observed by the flying drones, the floors are empty. There is no sign of the previous exploration drone.)
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Z9-Cap: We're clean here. How are we looking, Support?
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Z9-Sup: Holding steady, captain. Nothing out of the ordinary. (Pause) Tell Four that he needs to adjust his channel frequency, I'm having trouble connecting to that module.
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Z9-Cap: Will do. Four, check your frequency, you're falling out.
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(Team descends to main level. After ascertaining the functionality of their hazard-blocking displays, the team moves towards a descending stairwell instead of the service elevator.)
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Z9-Cap: Going down now. Starting to see some of that sludge. Any idea where it comes from?
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SiteCommand: Part of the mixture is power station runoff, but it's mostly blood and some other biological residue, like pus. As for where it comes from, your guess is as good as ours.
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Z9-Cap: Guess that's what we're here to find out.
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SiteCommand: That's the one.
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Z9-2: This stuff doesn't stink like you'd think it would. Just smells like pennies.
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Z9-Cap: Tighten up, all. We're going into the dark.
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(Team descends several levels until they reach the 6th basement level, marked as a Euclid containment wing. Z9-Cap motions to enter the floor.)
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Z9-1: Lot of bodies in here, Cap.
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Z9-Cap: I see em. Not all human, are they?
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Z9-2: Nope. They've all got that look to em though, from the briefing. Blood on their faces.
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SiteCommand: Stay alert, guys.
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Z9-Cap: Copy that. Let's keep moving.
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(Team moves forward for a short time, investigating the mostly empty floor. Suddenly, a rumbling is heard. All team members stop and wait for the noise to end. There is a crash, and Z9-4 shouts.)
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Z9-Cap: So what was that?
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SiteCommand: Came from below you. Notice any structural damage?
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Z9-3: Sure fucking did. Floor collapsed under Randall. He's down below us. I can see him.
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Z9-Cap: Four, you read me?
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Z9-4: Yeah cap. I'm alright, but my leg is pretty fucked. I don't know if I can get up.
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Z9-Cap: Alright, stay there. We're going to get down to you. Three, you stay here with Randall. One, Two, move with me. Let's find a stairwell down.
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Z9-Sup: Captain, something fluctuating below you. You copy?
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(Z9-Cap does not respond. Site Command also attempts to communicate with Z9 team, and fails to do so. Communications continue to be transmitted from the team.)
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Z9-4: Where are they?
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Z9-3: Should be on their way.
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Z9-4: Anyway you can get down here?
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Z9-3: Not without breaking my legs.
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Z9-4: You sure? I think I can hear something down here.
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Z9-3: (Pauses) I can't hear anything. It's probably just the pipes.
(From Z9-4's perspective, the floor is shrouded in darkness beyond 4 meters. The only illumination is coming from the floor above.)
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Z9-4: No, it's definitely something, it's— (Pauses) fuck, Brett, it's slithering. There's something down here.
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Z9-3: Hang on, mate. Cap, you read me? (No response) Cap? One? Two? Anybody? Goddammit.
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Z9-4: Brett, shit, it's right here. I can hear it. (To something offscreen) Get the fuck away from me, you slimy asshole! (Gunshots) I said get the fuck back!
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Z9-3: Don't shoot anything, Randall, you'll—
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(Z9-4 cries out. Z9-3's camera observes what appears to be a black, leech-like creature, approximately the length and width of an adult human arm, moving slowly towards Z9-4. Z9-4 continues to fire wildly, causing Z9-3 to run behind the opening in the floor for cover. Suddenly the gunfire stops, and Z9-3 looks back over the edge.)
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Z9-3: Randall, Jesus fuck, I—
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(The creature has now entered Z9-4's open mouth, and is moving slowly down his throat. Z9-4's mic picks up muffled cries and a low grinding noise, like chewing. Z9-3 aims his weapon at the creature and fires, missing it when Z9-4 twitches. Z9-3 fires again, striking Z9-4 in the arm.)
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Z9-3: Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh— Captain! Permission to fire on Randall!
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(No response)
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Z9-3: Goddammit, captain! Permission to fire on Four?
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(No response)
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Z9-3: Fuck, fuck, Randall, I'm—
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Z9-4: (Choking) Please.
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(Z9-3 raises weapon and fires at Z9-4. There is another rumble, and the ground beneath Z9-3 gives way. Z9-3 falls onto the concrete below and is crushed by additional falling debris. Z9-3's camera and microphone disconnect.)
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(Z9-4's microphone continues to pick up Z9-4 choking and vomiting for an additional five minutes, after which Z9-4 grows silent. Another leech creature emerges from his mouth and disappears. Z9-4 stands and picks up Z9-3's weapon. Z9-4's camera disconnects.)
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Note: At this point, Z9 team was in full disconnect. Two members were assumed KIA, while the other three were not accounted for. After three hours of non-communication, Site Command contacted Overwatch Command to request a full stop to all explorative efforts into SCP-1730. While waiting for a response, Z9-1's microphone came back online.
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Z9-1: You didn't look, did you?
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Z9-1: Yeah, me neither. Cap?
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Z9-1: It was over there, against that wall. Is it not there anymore?
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Z9-1: I can get it open.
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Z9-1: We need fucking bullets.
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Z9-1: I think they're gone, yeah, but I don't want to wait around, for—
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Z9-1: Lower?
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Z9-1: What floor are we on right now, anyway?
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Z9-1: I thought there were only supposed to be fifteen. Fuck.
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Z9-1: Alright.
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(Z9-4's camera suddenly comes online, showing a massive room, dimly lit by many small flames. Further observation of the footage shows that the small flames all originate from the ears of many humanoids, standing quietly around the walls. In the center pit is a large creature that appears to be covered in many smaller creatures. It is barely distinguishable in the low lighting. Several large pipes over the creature have been cut and are draining onto the center of the room. The camera cuts out.)
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Z9-1: "What happened to Site-13." This is like the fifth time.
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Z9-1: I don't fucking know, how am—
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Z9-1: Right.
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Z9-1: Wait.
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Z9-1: Yeah, I do too. It's coming from over there.
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Z9-1: This shit is everywhere, fuck, look.
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Z9-1: Open that door, a— shhhhhh.
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(Z9-1 is silent.)
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Z9-1: No, I—
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Z9-1:Shhhhhhh stay quiet. We need to get back upstairs.
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Z9-1: Hey, who's that?
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(Z9-1's mic disconnects.)
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Note: With the entire team once again unresponsive, Site Command ordered an emergency termination of all explorative efforts into SCP-1730 while waiting for confirmation from the O5 council. Four hours pass with no response, before Z9-Cap's camera begins transmitting. Microphone comes online shortly after.
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Z9-Cap is standing in a very tall room, looking at some kind of large and intricate machine. She approaches the machine slowly before settling over some kind of input console with a backlit screen. Z9-Cap wipes dust off of a label just above the screen. The word "Thresher" is clearly visible.
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Z9-Cap's hands hover over the keyboard at the console. Another distant sound can be heard over the microphone, later identified as footsteps. Z9-Cap turns quickly to face the darkness behind her. As she turns, her shoulder mounted light strikes something on the machine behind her, and goes out.
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The footsteps grows closer. Z9-Cap begins to breathe heavily, and starts running through the dark. She trips and falls, and the noises begin to close in.
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Z9-Cap: No, fuck you, get—
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(Z9-Cap's camera disconnects. No additional transmissions are received from the Z9 team.)
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Addendum 1730.4: Recovered Data from Power Station Terminal
As you can see, the power output to the Thresher device has been adjusted to your specifications. At your command, the reactors will surge to the full 55GW required to activate the device.
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Like I mentioned in our previous correspondence, the reactors will likely not survive this kind of power surge. The core dedicated to the body pit might, given its reinforced construction, but there will likely be significant damage to all the rest.
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Additionally, and you'll forgive me for speaking out of place since I'm not assigned to the Thresher device, but the device is still wildly unstable. The tests have been encouraging on smaller subjects, and it might someday be an applicable piece of technology, but at this moment it is only considered a measure for very final attempts. Utilization of the device could make local reality unstable here, as well as wherever the device ends up. In other words, I hope you know what you're doing.
We have received your communication, and thank you for taking the time to contact us. We have considered your request, but at this time we cannot approve any transfers. If you are at Site-13, you are there because of your superb level of professionalism and aptitude in your profession, and we cannot afford to have you anywhere else. You may speak to your site pharmacist about an amnestic regimen if you like, but we will not allow you to transfer from Site-13.
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As for your concerns about Director Emerson's Mortuary Protocol, we understand your complaints. However, you must understand that anomalies, especially those classified as "humanoid", are not human beings. Human beings fall into a very specific category of non-anomalous lifeforms. Humanoid anomalies may appear to be human, but are simply "humanoid". As such, they are not entitled to the rights and privileges afforded to human beings by the Ethics Committee.
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Our job as researchers is to identify where anomalies come from, and then to identify how to best utilize those anomalies for the benefit of mankind. We are protectors, and we cannot protect unless we know everything there is to know about the threat at hand. Once we have learned what we can learn, we neutralize the threat.
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If you have any other questions, please do not hesitate to contact our offices.
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Sincerely,
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Peter Grenwald
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SCP Foundation Ethics Committee Chair
+Global Occult Coalition Ethics Board Head
Test Purpose: To identify Class VIII entity's ability to bend reality while exposed to dangerous conditions and to Scranton-Mollius Inhibitor Device. Use of SCP-████ to reanimate entity between tests.
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Test 1: Exposure to Temperature (-35C)
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Result: Entity loses energy, becomes less hostile. Extended exposure results in low external temperature and decay of skin layer. Entity expires after 1 hour of sustained exposure.
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Test 2: Exposure to Temperature (150C)
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Result: Entity quickly succumbs to heat stroke. Body shows signs of burning across all surfaces. Organ damage as a result of extreme temperature. Entity unable to change reality to save itself.
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Test 5: Submerge in Water
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Result: [DATA NOT FOUND]
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Notes: Water seems to interfere with Scranton-Mollius device.
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Test 13: Exposure to Electricity
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Result: Entity unable to save itself. Body no longer salvageable. Entity moved to body pit for incineration.
Subject: Control of Hazardous Toxins In Reactor Core
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We're having some trouble controlling the waste backup in the pit. The runoff is supposed to be piped off-site, but it keeps getting sucked back up the air intake into the reactor. The stuff is seriously toxic; I don't want to send any of my guys in there to clean it up. Either we shut off the reactor long enough to go down there and clean it up by hand, or we're going to have a pretty serious issue here in a while.
Summary of Events: Entity showed unwillingness to submit to further testing, and as such was swiftly terminated by way of electrocution. Entity moved to body pit for incineration.
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Noting here that additional orders have come in from Director Emerson requesting a fullscale termination of the entire humanoid wing. Those will be processed at your convenience, and we can begin to empty out those floors.
[COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] has shown some tenacity, but will soon break under the mental pressure applied to it by the Orators. This is not uncommon; many entities arriving for their initial inspection will resist exposure to treatment in some way, but it cannot be sustained for the duration of their time here. Entity does have a particularly interesting effect on [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] which leads me to believe that we could repurpose that aspect of the entity by removing the face, neck, upper chest area and arms, and applying it to a Mark-XII using the [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. I will send this notice to Dr. 874 posthaste, and move forward with this project.
They took your blood leech boy down to the pit today. I made sure to alter his termination record accordingly, and made sure that output is still blocked up. I don't know what you've got planned for him, but that pit's pretty noxious now. It's not going to be good.
Before we get started, let me just say that the number thing was always bullshit. If you want to properly dehumanize your researchers, you put them in cubicles. The numbers were a joke from the beginning.
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If you're reading this, then you're left with a decision. What did you think was going to happen, throwing the bodies of anomalies into that pit? Did you think that their being alive made them anomalous? Hell, being alive is the least anomalous part of our humanity. I thought you might've seen that, but then, things have changed.
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The containment breach was my fault, I won't lie to you. In my research, I had the pleasure of analyzing a young boy. His name was Elijah, he subsisted only on blood, and he could siphon it through others with his mouth, right through their skin. Like a leech. He had no mental capacity beyond two years, and yet, he deserved the same chance to live as the rest of us. He did not choose to be the way he was.
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Then you decided to have him burned, like the rest of them.
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So I modified his record. The fires of your pit won't have incinerated him, just agitated him. And that sludge that's been building up? I'm glad you cared to get it cleaned up. I'm sure you're glad too. It's pretty awful down there.
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Anyway, your decision. The containment breach was inevitable, and whether it was something that crawled out of the pit that did it or my hand on a button makes no difference. You have a choice to make; either stay your course and certainly be devoured by the creatures you have been torturing for the last fifteen years, or activate the Thresher device and hope it dumps you out in a more hospitable reality than your own. Either way, our world will be rid of you and your filth, and will be better for it.
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This is your death camp, Elliott. You made your bed, and now you get to die in it.
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Sincerely,
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Hadley
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P.S. Amazing how much can change in just a few years, isn't it? All because you were chasing a promotion. Incredible. I hope it was worth it.
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Oh yeah, and if you decide you want to talk this out, I'll be down in the basement with Elijah. I've got a nice warm spot for him to get setup when he arrives. You've made sure there will be plenty of blood.
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Addendum 1730.6: Received Audio Transmission
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The following audio transmission was picked up on monitoring equipment on the morning of February 1st, 2016. The transmission, both speech and an encrypted signal that followed, has been repeating on a continuous loop since it was first detected. The contents of the transmission are accessible below.
My name is Doctor Mohammad Scott, and I am a researcher within the SCP Foundation's Site-13 Temporal Studies division.
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Myself and my team were abandoned within Site-13 during a recent catastrophic event, the full details of which we do not know.
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We are currently surrounded by hostile entities and other hazardous anomalies. Of the original thirty members of my team, only twelve remain.
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To any Foundation operatives listening on this channel, we are asking for assistance. Our supplies are dangerously low, as is our ammunition. Without aid, it is unlikely that we will last more than another month.
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Following this message will be an encrypted, adjusted VMS transmission, decipherable by standard 1980's Foundation technology. The information within that transmission will contain our location, as well as we can describe it.
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The transmission is wired by dead man's switch to myself, and will be played on a continuous loop until such time that I die.
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Please help us. Thank you.
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[ENCRYPTED INFORMATION]
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[END TRANSMISSION]
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SCP-1730 research area access.
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Addendum 1730.7: Updated Exploration Memorandum
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In light of recent information gathered by Foundation surveillance teams, it has been deemed pertinent to once again send exploration and recovery teams into Site-13. By order of Overwatch Command, SCP-1730's containment procedures have been updated. Mobile Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara") is currently under consideration for deployment. Details to follow.
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Addendum 1730.8: Exploration and Recovery Log Transcripts
Exploration Video Log Transcript
+Date: ██/██/████
+Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 “Game Wardens”
+Subject: SCP-1730
+Team Lead: AP-3 Ross
+Team Members: AP-3 Houston / AP-3 Noah / AP-3 Ohalo / AP-3 Vigo
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
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AP-3 Ross: Radio’s live. Everybody good?
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AP-3 Vigo: Hang on.
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SiteCommand: Sixty seconds to insertion.
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AP-3 Ross: Copy. Vigo, you good?
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AP-3 Vigo: Yeah, I got it.
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AP-3 Ross: We set?
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AP-3 Houston: We’re good.
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AP-3 Ross: Alright, stay cool, keep your lights on, and if you see anything suspect, hit your visors4 and give everyone else the heads up. Remember, the internal topography of this place is unstable, so there’s a pretty good chance we’ll get separated. If we do, stay put until the place stabilizes, and somebody will come pick you up. Use your broadcasters if nobody is responding, and shoot anything that moves. (Pauses) Unless it’s one of us, probably.
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AP-3 Noah: Then definitely shoot.
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(Team laughs)
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SiteCommand: Thirty seconds to insertion.
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AP-3 Ross: Houston, you take lead. Our information suggests this entrance leads down a pretty long staircase, but there shouldn’t be any other doors we encounter until we hit the bottom, so we should be more or less safe until we get there. Got it?
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AP-3 Houston: Got it.
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AP-3 Ross: Any other questions? Ohalo, you’re quiet back there.
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AP-3 Ohalo: I’m good, boss.
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AP-3 Ross: Alright, that’s what I want to hear.
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SiteCommand: Ten seconds to insertion.
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AP-3 Vigo: Here we go.
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Pause
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SiteCommand: Game Wardens, you are clear to begin operation.
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AP-3 Ross: Let’s roll.
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Team enters SCP-1730. As expected, initial interior space is a long descending staircase. AP-3 Houston takes lead.
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SiteCommand: Team, we’re monitoring you from here, but let us know if you hear, see, or experience anything unexpected.
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AP-3 Ross: Copy.
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Team descends for three minutes. Interior of SCP-1730 is unlit, with the only luminescence coming from the shoulder-mounted lights of MTF AP-3.
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AP-3 Ross: How we looking?
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AP-3 Houston: Pretty good, we— (pauses) I see a door up here, on the landing.
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AP-3 Vigo: I see it.
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AP-3 Ross: Alright, that’s unfortunate. Ohalo, Noah, keep an eye on our backs when we pass it. Hang on.
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Team stops at the landing. AP-3 Houston tries the door, but it is locked.
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AP-3 Ohalo: There’s air blowing under the door here. See where the dust is kicked up?
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AP-3 Ross: Yeah. Vigo, let’s see that thermal camera.
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AP-3 Vigo: Alright, hang on. (Pauses) Here it is.
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10 second silence.
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AP-3 Ross: Yeah, no, I don’t [RADIO STATIC] not even going to begin to fuck with that. Let’s keep going.
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SiteCommand: Team Lead, you copy? Is everything alright?
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AP-3 Ross: Uh— yeah, we’re good. Still descending.
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SiteCommand: Affirmative. Just got some static, wanted to make sure you were good.
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Team continues to descend for three more minutes.
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AP-3 Ohalo: Light, look.
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AP-3 Ross: Yeah, Command, there’s a light up ahead. Might be our exit. Eyes open.
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Team descends for two minutes.
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AP-3 Noah: Shit.
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AP-3 Vigo: Whoa, what the fuck is that—
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AP-3 Ross: Goddammit. Alright, Command, be advised that the bottom of this stairwell is just missing. I don’t know where the light we saw is coming from, but we go down about three more steps and we’re in some sort of void. I don’t see a bottom to it.
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SiteCommand: Copy that. Hang tight, team, we’re taking a look at this.
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AP-3 Ohalo: What if we drop something in it? See how far down it goes?
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AP-3 Vigo: I mean I can see how far down it goes, and it sort of looks like forever.
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AP-3 Ohalo shrugs.
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SiteCommand: Game Wardens, go ahead and proceed back up. We’ll see about another insertion point.
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AP-3 Houston: Dammit.
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AP-3 Ross: It’s alright, we’ll just—
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AP-3 Vigo: Ross, look. It’s not a void, it’s a liquid. It’s just not reflecting light, like, at all. It’s pitch black.
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AP-3 Houston: Looks sort of like water.
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AP-3 Ross: Hang on. (Pauses) Yeah, we’re not going to fuck with that either. Command, how far are we to the bottom of this stairwell?
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SiteCommand: One moment. (Silence) You’re about fifteen meters below where we expected the stairwell to end.
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AP-3 Ross: Stellar. The topography is off here. Let’s head back up a ways and see if we can find a different exit.
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SiteCommand: Team Lead, hold position for a moment. We’re trying to determine your location right now.
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AP-3 Noah: Hey chief.
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AP-3 Ross: Hold on.
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AP-3 Noah: No, look, it’s—
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AP-3 Ross: Shut up, I’m—
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AP-3 Houston: Oh fuck, it’s rising.
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AP-3 Ross: Shit. Alright boys, time to go, fuck.
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Black liquid begins to quickly rise behind MTF AP-3. Team moves quickly up the stairwell in relative silence.
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AP-3 Vigo: It’s gaining on us, fuck, come on.
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AP-3 Houston: Jesus Christ, I—
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AP-3 Ohalo: Houston! Grab him, Ross, help!
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AP-3 Ross: Shit, don’t—
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AP-3 Houston: My legs, fuck, fuck, fuck, my legs, I—
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AP-3 Noah: There’s another door up here! Hurry!
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AP-3 Ross: Hang on.
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Team enters door on the next landing. Door is slammed closed.
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AP-3 Noah: Holy Jesus what happened to his legs?
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AP-3 Ross: Shit, Houston, are you—
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AP-3 Houston: I… uh, wait.
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AP-3 Vigo: What?
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SiteCommand: What’s happening? Do you read us?
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AP-3 Ross: Yeah, sorry Command, that all happened quickly. Houston fell coming up the stairs and his legs got covered in that… stuff… and now they’re just gone. One clean cut, like they weren’t there.
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AP-3 Houston: I can actually still feel them, guys. Like, (pauses) I can see they’re not there, but it doesn’t hurt, and I think I can stand up.
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AP-3 Ohalo: What the fuck.
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AP-3 Houston proceeds to stand up. He is missing his legs from his knees down, but appears to be floating, as if they were still there. AP-3 Vigo waves his hand underneath Houston’s legs, which passes through the space unimpeded.
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AP-3 Noah: Uh.
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AP-3 Ross: Alright, so there’s that. You aren’t hurting, Houston?
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AP-3 Houston: Nothing feels different.
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AP-3 Ross: OK. That’s fucking crazy. Command, do we know anything about this?
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SiteCommand: Negative.
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AP-3 Ross: Alright. Let’s keep going, then. Command, it looks like we’re in a maintenance hallway, or something similar. We’ve got pipes running up and down the walls, gauges and such. It’s pretty warm here.
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AP-3 Ohalo: There, on the wall. “What Happened to Site-13?”
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AP-3 Ross: It’s a recurring phrase that keeps showing up written on the walls here. Command, do we know that’s not a meme?
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SiteCommand: It isn’t. None of the studies we ran uncovered any anomalous effects related to that phrase. We’re still not sure why we keep finding it, though.
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AP-3 Ross: Noted. Down this hall.
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Team continues in silence for four minutes. During this time, AP-3 Noah’s camera disconnects suddenly. This information was not promptly relayed to the task force.
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AP-3 Houston: There’s something up ahead, see? There at the corner.
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AP-3 Vigo: Is that a person?
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AP-3 Ross: Approach with caution, safeties off.
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Team approaches target in silence. Upon reaching target, video feed shows a severely disfigured, rotted human corpse, age unknown, partially conjoined to the wall behind it. Several other spatial distortions are evident nearby, such as the ceiling and wall appearing to pull back into each other, but this is unnoticed by AP-3.
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AP-3 Ross: Ah, shit. Good to finally see a familiar face. Guys, it’s just Zachary.
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AP-3 Ohalo: Thank god. Zachary, how’d you get down here?
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Silence
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AP-3 Houston: Us too, man. This place is fucked up. Look at my fucking legs, man. Look at this shit.
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SiteCommand: Team Lead, please be advised that you are under the effects of a powerful cognitohazard. We are attempting to upload a filter to your SCRAMBLE visors, one moment.
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AP-3 Vigo: Nah, Command, it’s alright. It’s just Zachary. We go way back, don’t we buddy?
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AP-3 Vigo playfully punches the corpse, dislodging its jaw. The corpse does not respond.
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AP-3 Ross: Zachary, we’re looking for some other people trapped in here. Do you know how to get to the lower levels?
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Silence
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AP-3 Ohalo: Shit.
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AP-3 Ross: OK, OK, so wait. What’s below that?
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Silence
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AP-3 Ross: Uh huh.
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Silence
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AP-3 Houston: Shit, he’s right. Where’s Noah?
+
The team turns, and AP-3 Noah is not seen.
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AP-3 Ross: Ah, shit. Zachary, stay here. Noah, do you read me? (Pauses) Noah, it’s Ross. Do you hear me at all? (Pause) Command, where the fuck is Noah?
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SiteCommand: That’s uncertain, Team Lead. Be advised, the upload is complete. Please restart your visors for the filter to take effect.
+
Team restarts their visors.
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AP-3 Ross: There we go. What was it that— oh, gross. Command, there’s a body in the wall down here. Looks like it’s been fused into it or something. Our visors are ticking like crazy, too.
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SiteCommand: Acknowledged, Team Lead. Proceed.
+
AP-3 Houston: Wait, look, back there. You see shimmering?
+
AP-3 Vigo: Is that gas? It looks like a gas leak.
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AP-3 Ohalo: Oh fuck, no, look at the floor. Look behind it, fuck. Fuck!
+
AP-3 Houston: Shit, Noah, shit—
+
Approaching MTF AP-3 is a shimmering, transparent, humanoid construct, apparently the source of the spatial anomalies in this area. As its feet touch the ground, the floor begins to warp within space around them, stabilizing after the entity passes by. MTF AP-Noah is visible hanging behind the entity, though the nature of the agent is uncertain, as the spatial anomaly he is caught in appears to be extremely severe and very few of his features can be made out. Noah is seen attempting to move slightly, but continues to be twisted by the anomaly as it moves.
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AP-3 Ross: Fucking shoot it, goddamn it. Open fucking fire, shit!
+
MTF AP-3 fires on the entity. As the bullets approach, their trajectory changes and they twist and spin around the entity before falling harmless on the floor or lodging in the ceiling.
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AP-3 Ohalo: This isn’t working chief, we—
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AP-3 Vigo: My fucking arm! Shit!
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AP-3 Vigo is seen turning and attempting to pull away from an unseen force. From AP-3 Ohalo’s camera a long, shimmering, transparent appendage is seen stretching towards AP-3 Vigo, abstracting the wall closest to it as it moves. It wraps around AP-3 Vigo’s left arm, which begins to visibly distort. Vigo screams.
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AP-3 Ross: Houston! The anchor!
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AP-3 Houston: Oh, yeah!
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AP-3 Houston produces a miniature, portable Scranton Reality Anchor, which he powers on and lobs towards the entity. There is a flash of red light, and for a split second the entity becomes visible as an extremely disfigured, grotesquely elongated humanoid, which exists for only a second before the spatial distortions surrounding it are anchored and violently reset, creating a massive pressure wave in the confined space. The team is momentarily incapacitated.
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AP-3 Vigo: Oh, my arm…
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AP-3 Vigo's left arm is bright red, but otherwise unscathed. AP-3 Ohalo assesses it.
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AP-3 Ohalo: The color will go away, that's just the anchor cooling down. You good?
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AP-3 Vigo: Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks.
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AP-3 Ross: Jesus… Noah? Noah, are you there?
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Silence
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AP-3 Ross: Can any of you see Noah?
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AP-3 Vigo: Ross, here, look. In the wall.
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As dust clears, AP-3 Noah becomes visible, partially fused with the wall, ceiling, and floor across ten meters of hallway. The agent is unmoving.
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AP-3 Houston: (Retches)
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AP-3 Ohalo: (Indistinct muttering)
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AP-3 Ross: God… Command, do you read me? Hello?
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SiteCommand: We read you, Team Lead.
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AP-3 Ross: We’ve lost Noah, he's… in the wall. Do you want us to proceed?
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SiteCommand: One moment.
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Silence
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SiteCommand: Team Lead, do you feel as if returning to the surface will be more dangerous than continuing your mission.
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AP-3 Ross: I— I have no way of knowing that. We have no way of knowing what's in here. Everything in here is so fucked it's incredible. I don't even know if we can get back, if we wanted to. None of the other teams have, have they?
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SiteCommand: That is correct.
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AP-3 Ross: (Pause) Honestly, whatever happens down here can't be any worse than whatever we'd see on our way back. It probably doesn't make a difference. (Pause) Whatever. Let's keep going.
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SiteCommand: Affirmative. Team Lead, we are preparing another team to evac you, in the event that you reach your target. Insertion time is in four hours.
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AP-3 Ross: You're sending another task force in here? What idiots volunteered for that gig?
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SiteCommand: Samsara.
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AP-3 Ross: Oh. (Pause) Alright, cool. I copy.
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Team continues on for a short time, unimpeded. They pass through several other areas, including a ransacked infirmary, a cafeteria space melted into slag, and a wing of containment units identified as "Olympia Class" that are no less than 100m in height. Eventually, the team enters a room off of the main hallway that appears to be a telecommunications center. A single television is illuminated on a wall across from them.
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AP-3 Houston: This is weird.
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AP-3 Ross: Stay cool, guys. Search this room, see if there's anything we can collect that they could use topside.
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AP-3 Vigo: These terminals have power, I'll collect a backup.
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There is a sound on the other end of the room, like static. Ohalo and Houston move towards the illuminated television.
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AP-3 Ohalo: Is something broadcasting through this?
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The screen flickers, and an image appears. The interior of a standard containment cell is shown, though it is devoid of any comforts or belongings. A single red light behind the camera is on, poorly illuminating the space. A long figure is huddled in the corner.
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AP-3 Houston: Hang on, is that…?
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AP-3 Ohalo: Holy shit, it is.
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AP-3 Ross: What is it?
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AP-3 Houston: It's Bobble the fucking clown.
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At the mention of the name, the figure in the corner looks towards the camera.
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Unidentified Figure: What? What do you want? Who is it?
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AP-3 Ross: Jesus— my name is Ephram Ross, I'm an agent with the— actually, hang on. Who are you?
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The figure shifts sideways, and more of its body becomes visible through the darkness. The red light illuminates its eyes, though little else of the figure can be made out.
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Unidentified Figure: Mmmmmmmm… you're different. You smell different. You know I can smell you, even from here? You don't know that, though. They did, but you're not like them. They went to great lengths to figure that out. They knew, they know, they will know, mmmmmmmm.
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AP-3 Ross: You're Bobble the Clown, yeah?
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The figure slides slowly across the wall of the cell, just out of range of the red light. Its movements are noticeably erratic. It comes closer to the camera.
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Unidentified Figure: They had a number for me once, when I was Bobble. But your friends didn't like the number. Said we identified with the numbers. Mmmmmmmm… I am not Bobble, but I am a thing that used to be Bobble. (Pauses) You're not where you're supposed to be, gun buddy. You don't match the air in here. You're out of place, just like I am. Just like we are.
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AP-3 Ross: Uh huh. What happened here?
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Unidentified Figure: Daddy Emerson played a tricky little game with the strings of the universe. He walked on them like a tight rope, and was surprised when he fell. Tricky little Emerson. Didn't just want boxes, no no no. He wanted boxes full of ideas. Ideas like pain, horror, death. He worked very hard to stack those boxes on his string and broke the whole thing, and we all came tumbling down with him (laughs, and trails off)
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AP-3 Ross: How many other entities are in here? What else do you know?
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Unidentified Figure: How many, hee hee hee, how many entities were swallowed by Site-13? (Laughs) You silly silly out of place boy. Silly little boy. Everything made its way into Site-13. If the Foundation could find it and the Coalition could catch it, it was fed into the meat grinder down here. Everything. They mulched us all, if there was nothing to gain. Some got lucky. Bobble got lucky. Stuffed in a funny box and played with. Toyed with. Experimented with. To see what sounds we made when we wanted to die. Others were not so lucky. (Pauses) They burned the Library, you know. Held it upside down like a can of soup and let the contents run out into the furnace, and burned the whole place up. They did other things, too. Worse things. Daddy Emerson liked it. He watched it all, everytime. Got his jollies off watching it. (Spits)
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AP-3 Ross: What worse things?
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The unidentified figure approaches the camera and comes fully into view, illuminated by the red light. A significant portion of its body is distorted by video static that moves as it moves. This static appears to be cutting into the tissue of the figure's body, creating large lacerations that ooze a dark yellow fluid. As it moves, the figure appears to be sloughing off large portions of its mass, which are replaced with static. Half of its face sloughs off as it nears the camera, and one eye becomes shrouded in static.
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Unidentified Figure: Every worse thing.
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AP-3 Vigo: Chief, we're picking something up on the radio. I think it's the survivor's signal, we must be getting close.
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AP-3 Ross: (Pauses) Alright. Let's keep moving.
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Unidentified Figure: Have fun, boys. Don't let the dead bugs bite. (Laughs) If you see Daddy Emerson down there… (pauses) rape him to death for me.
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AP-3 team passes out of the telecommunications room and into the main hallway. Following the strength of the signal discovered by AP-3 Vigo, they near an area that appears to be a cryogenic containment unit, similar to those utilized in the defunct Cryogenics Y-Wing of Site-19. As they pass through this area, Command loses the signal of each member of the team, with only intermittent static being broadcast. This continues for thirty minutes before a signal is received again.
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AP-3 Houston: Command? Command? Are you there? Do you read me?
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SiteCommand: Houston? We read you, are you alright? Is everyone alright?
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AP-3 Houston: Oh shit, thank God. We've been trying to reach you forever. Yeah, we found the survivors. They're holed up down here in… I don't know what you'd call this place, but it's not conducive to habitation. We're looking at twenty, maybe thirty people? We found some other agents of ours, too. A few Mole Rats, and a guy from the Travelers. They all ended up down here.
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SiteCommand: Are you prepared to evac?
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AP-3 Houston: Uh, yeah, so… that's not going to happen the way I think we wanted to, not currently. It's a whole lot worse here than we had anticipated, Command. I don't know how they ever locked some of this stuff up, but suffice to say that every single containment cell is broken open, and this shit is real. Like, really real. We keep hearing things down the hallways nearby, I think whatever is out there is looking for us. I think they're angry. If they find us, we don't have the bullets to keep them down, let alone get these people out.
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SiteCommand: Where is Ross?
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AP-3 Houston: He's been trying to get some defenses ready with the others, in case they come tonight. It's not looking good, you know? I don't know if you guys have a backup plan, but we'll take any ideas.
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SiteCommand: How long have you been down there?
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AP-3 Houston: Uh… (pauses) maybe three days?
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SiteCommand: Affirmative. Apollo-3 Team, be advised that we are activating and inserting Tau-5 for rescue and recovery.
Extraction and Recovery Video Log Transcript
+Date: ██/██/████
+Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara”
+Subject: SCP-1730
+Team Lead: T-5 Irantu
+Team Members: T-5 Munru, T-5 Onru, T-5 Nanku
+
Notes:The following is an audio/video transcript of an extraction and recovery mission carried out by the members of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara”, after contact by MTF AP-3 “Game Wardens” with human survivors within SCP-1730. The AP-3 team had requested assistance in extracting the survivors due to the large number of hostile entities within the site.
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Each member of MTF Tau-5 was outfitted with a number of cybernetic enhancements per the specifications of their design, including arm-mounted incendiary cannons, shock-absorbing leg extensions, heat-resistant plating, built-in SCRAMBLE adaptations within the eyes, and others.
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Tau-5’s insertion point was a drainage gate near the secondary entrance that the AP-3 team had inserted through.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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T-5 Irantu: We’re plugged in. SiteCommand, do you read me?
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SiteCommand: We do. 60 seconds to insertion.
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T-5 Nanku: So. How dangerous should this mission be considered?
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T-5 Munru: Not a single person they’ve sent in has come out yet. Considerably.
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T-5 Nanku: Acknowledged. This should be engaging.
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T-5 Irantu: Team, check your optics; the last thing we need is somebody succumbing to a memetic hazard.
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T-5 Nanku: Understood. (Pause) I’m good.
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T-5 Munru: Also good.
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T-5 Onru: I’m good.
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T-5 Irantu: Good. Remember, all we’re looking to do here is extract the survivors. We’re not attempting to contain anything, so if you see something nasty, put it down.
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T-5 Nanku: As always.
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T-5 Munru: I don’t need to be convinced.
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SiteCommand: Team, you are 30 seconds to insertion.
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SiteCommand: 10 seconds to insertion.
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SiteCommand: Tau-5, you are cleared to begin extraction and recovery.
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T-5 Irantu: Let’s go.
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T-5 team enters SCP-1730 through a drainage gate under the secondary office structure. Each team member activates their shoulder-mounted lamp, illuminating the tunnel. After a short time, the team reaches another gate. Several large drainage pipes are visible behind the gate.
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T-5 Munru: Look. Up against the gate. Bodies.
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No fewer than twenty charred humanoid forms in varying stages of destruction are pushed up against the bottom of the gate. Several arms are pushed through the grate and are reaching out towards the tunnel.
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T-5 Nanku: These look… very burned. Where do you think they came from?
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T-5 Irantu: Hard to say. I can’t imagine they would’ve made it far in this condition.
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T-5 Munru: There’s an incinerator near here, right? Near that body pit we keep hearing about? Maybe they came from there.
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T-5 Nanku: An incinerator?
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T-5 Irantu: As good a place to start as any. Let’s get into those pipes there.
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T-5 team cuts through the gate and scales the wall behind it to the largest of three drainage pipes. Team continues on for a short time.
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T-5 Onru: The temperature is rising.
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T-5 Irantu: I noticed it, as well. We must be getting close.
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T-5 Munru: We’re descending right now, too. (Pauses) This is strange. Shouldn’t a drainage pipe run out, not in?
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T-5 Nanku: Maybe. Maybe it's affected by the topographical abnormalities.
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T-5 Irantu: Likely.
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T-5 Onru: Irantu, the wall is weak here. I can hear echoing on the other side of it.
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T-5 Irantu: What’s over there?
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T-5 Onru: Hang on. (Pauses) A hallway, I think.
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T-5 Irantu: I see. (Pauses) Alright. We’ll split up here. Munru, you and Nanku see where this tunnel lets out. Onru and I will go through this wall and see what’s on the other side.
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T-5 Nanku: And if we get killed?
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T-5 Irantu: Don’t get killed.
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T-5 Nanku: Understood.
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T-5 team splits up, with T-5 Nanku and Munru following the drainage pipe towards the source of the heat, and T-5 Irantu and Onru going through the thin wall to the hallway beyond.
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Irantu and Onru manage to break down the concrete wall between the drainage pipe and the hallway beyond. Within the hallway are several bare offices, barely lit by dim overhead lights. The entire area appears to have been abandoned for some time. Irantu and Onru look for an elevator or stair access, but find nothing.
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After a short time, Onru finds a door that opens into a control room. A large glass observation window is obscured by some dark material. Many of the controls in this room have been destroyed.
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T-5 Onru: This is the control room for the incinerator, see? It says “Incinerator #1” over there. And below it, it says… “body pit access below”.
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T-5 Irantu: I’ve never heard of a furnace that needed its own control room. What’s blocking the window there? Blast shields?
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T-5 Onru: No. (Pauses) No. (Approaches the window) These are bodies. And garbage. Refuse. Congealed and coagulated. Look, you can see faces.
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T-5 Irantu: I see it. (Pauses) Our intel said that one of the engineers had blocked up the drainage pipes out of here. Nanku and Munru are probably going to run into that. (Pauses) I wonder if there’s another way down from here. I thought we’d be able to go down through the incinerator.
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T-5 Onru: Hang on.
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Onru proceeds to look over the controls on a relatively undamaged controller near the observation window. As she does, Nanku and Munru appear at the door.
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T-5 Munru: It’s blocked. Something has turned the end of that pipe into slag. We tried to punch through it, but it’s pretty thick.
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T-5 Nanku: I broke my hand on it, look. (Holds up her hand, which is undamaged.) It was broken, I mean.
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T-5 Irantu: Quiet. Onru is looking for someth—
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T-5 Onru: Got it.
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Onru throws a large switch and turns several nearby knobs. There is an immense groaning sound, and the mass in front of the window begins to spin slowly.
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T-5 Nanku: Interesting.
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There is a jolt, as if something has broken free, and the mass begins to spin rapidly and slowly descend. There is the distinct sound of a turbine spooling up. The team’s internal temperature gauges begin to register a steady increase in heat.
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T-5 Munru: It’s dropping. Look down there, see?
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The mass has cleared the window, revealing a massive cylindrical chamber on the other side, at least 300m in diameter and roughly 400m deep. At the center of the chamber is a massive shaft, extending the full height of the chamber, attached to several large turbines. As the turbines spin, the matter within the chamber is turned into a slurry. Near the top of the chamber are several pilot lights. Large holes are present around the outside of the chamber.
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T-5 Onru: Alright, and then…
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Onru throws another switch, and the pilot lights are ignited. Enormous streaks of fire cascade down from the ceiling of the chamber, scorching the mass below. Additional jets of flame begin to emit from the walls of the chamber.
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T-5 Irantu: Look, down near the bottom. There’s a sluice gate that looks like it’s leading away from here. Over there, see? Can you get that door open?
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T-5 Onru: Yes. (Pauses) Got it.
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A large circular door opens near the bottom of the pit, above the level of the matter within.
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T-5 Munru: Excellent, though I still don’t know how you think we’re going to get in there, the pipe is block—
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Nanku extends her arm, and fires several rounds from a wrist-mounted projectile weapon at the glass window in front of them. The glass cracks and shatters, exposing the room around them to the heat of the chamber.
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T-5 Munru: Straightforward.
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T-5 Nanku: One does, what one can.
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The team enters the incinerator and jumps down onto a ledge below, near another drainage pipe. They make their way through the vast chamber, avoiding the spinning blades and ever descending biological slurry around them.
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T-5 Munru: Something unpleasant took place here.
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T-5 Nanku: Oh?
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T-5 Munru: Yes, in fact. (Shoots a glance at Nanku) All of this has to be draining somewhere, likely out below us, through one of these fissures.
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T-5 Irantu: We don’t have time to find out. We’ll follow this pipe down and see where it goes.
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Team enters the open door and descends down the drainage pipe a short distance, before it empties into a large cistern. The team enters the cistern, which is lit from above by a large, glowing, plant-like structure.
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T-5 Nanku: Interesting. What do you think that is?
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T-5 Onru: I— (pauses) I don’t know.
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At the sound of their voices, the glowing structure begins to shake slowly, and thousands of glowing, spinning pods are released from its body. As they fall, they brightly illuminate the entire chamber.
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T-5 Munru: Look. The shadows.
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The glowing pods create vaguely humanoid shadows on the walls of the cistern, which act in an anomalous manner. These shadows appear to reach their hands up or forward, as if towards the team. As the pods reach the slurry below, they extinguish, and the shadows disappear.
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T-5 Irantu: Alright. Which way do we go?
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T-5 Munru: This is a drainage pipe, leading away from the incinerator. The incinerator is underneath the power station, which is to the east of the compound. So far as we can tell, we need to go northwest from there, so… (pauses) hang on. Look over there.
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T-5 Nanku: At what?
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T-5 Munru: At the wall. Something is seeping through it. Was that there before?
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T-5 Onru: No.
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T-5 Irantu: (Approaches the wall) It’s black, and shiny and definitely seeping. Something is pushing through.
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T-5 Nanku: What does that mean? What is it? Drainage?
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T-5 Munru: Unlikely. It’s probably runoff from the reactor, or—
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T-5 Onru: (Approaches the wall) No, it’s blood. It’s leeches.
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T-5 Irantu: What?
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T-5 Onru: Look.
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Onru points at a spot on the wall, illuminated by their shoulder mounted lamps. At that spot, a thick flow of black fluid is seeping between a crack in the wall, and something small is wriggling within the crack. The team zooms in on the spot, revealing a small, writhing leech pushing its way through the spot. It breaks through, and falls to the ground.
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T-5 Nanku: Huh. It’s a leech. What does that mean?
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T-5 Munru: Nothing good.
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The small leech moves towards the biological slurry at their feet, and begins to ingest it. As it does, the leech slowly begins to grow in size.
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T-5 Onru: More of them. In the wall, there, pushing through.
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The team looks back towards the wall, where several spouts of black fluid are beginning to pour through various cracks along its surface. Several more small leeches are squirming through these cracks.
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T-5 Irantu: Onru, what do you see?
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T-5 Onru: (Pauses) There’s something below us. It’s huge. Covered in other people's blood. Reaching up towards us. These are like fingers, they all communicate back to the host, the— (pauses) Bring me a leech.
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T-5 Munru: What?
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T-5 Nanku: You’re kidding.
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T-5 Onru: No, bring me one. They’re telepathic, they’re communicating that way. I need a leech.
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Irantu moves across the room before grabbing a leech off of the ground. As he pulls it away from the liquid, it struggles and squirms, biting several large chunks out of his hand.
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T-5 Irantu: Peculiar. (Pauses to look at the leech) Here.
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T-5 Onru: Alright, one moment.
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Onru extends her left hand towards the leech, which opens up to reveal a series of long, delicate, metallic rods with pointed tips. She maneuvers the rods into the flesh of the creature, near the base of the brain.
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T-5 Onru: There. Let’s see. (Pauses) They heard the incinerator activate. They’re hungry. They’re coming up here to eat, a lot of them. The host is down below us, but I can’t see that far down. (Pauses) If I look at the neural activity of the entire network of entities, I can map out the areas they’re in. Let me see if I can do something with that. (Pauses) There we go. You should all have it on your retinas now.
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T-5 Irantu: Clever.
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T-5 Nanku: So we’re looking at a map? It seems too distorted to be a map.
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T-5 Onru: Ongoing topographical changes. Means that, despite the changes in the structure of the site, it’s all still located within our local reality. It’s just unstable.
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T-5 Munru: Do we know where this Thresher device is?
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T-5 Onru: Probably something to do with this section, here. If you follow a logical structural design plan based on the evidence provided in this map, there should be a whole extra wing here, but there aren’t any of the leeches down that way. (Pauses) Yes, I can see conduit running to that area. That’s where the Thresher machine is.
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Silence.
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T-5 Irantu: What about our recovery?
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T-5 Onru: This area, here. Several corridors lead to a large research wing, but most of them have been blocked off. Every now and then, one of the ends of the network goes dark here. (Pauses) The survivors are in there.
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T-5 Irantu: What’s the fastest way in from where we’re at now?
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T-5 Onru: One moment. (Pauses) Three paths to choose from, each with different potential hazards. The first takes us further down this pipeline, until we reach a waste treatment facility within the plant. This is the longest route, but from that facility it’s a fairly direct shot towards the survivors. The second path drops us into another cistern below this, which leads directly to this large chamber here. (Pauses) The leech is in there. I can hear it right now, it’s wondering why this one hasn’t come back.
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T-5 Irantu: And the third?
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T-5 Onru: The third route takes us through this area here, which… is queer. I can hear the leeches as they move around the site. They’re noisy, uncoordinated, acting on impulse and without much… finesse. But in this area, they’re all very quiet. They go in and out for… something… but they do it very, very quietly.
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T-5 Nanku: (Motions towards the ground at her feet) Look at this leech. It’s the size of a cat already.
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T-5 Munru: Are there any other entities in there?
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T-5 Onru: I can’t tell. The leeches follow a single path in, and a single path out. They don’t stray from it, and— (pauses) they don’t look around.
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T-5 Irantu: Which is the fastest path?
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T-5 Onru: The last one is the fastest. We follow this tunnel towards a service door, and follow a staircase towards the bottom. Once we’re there, there’s another hallway off to the left that takes us past that area, or through it, maybe, and on the other side is the back entrance to our research wing.
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T-5 Irantu: Alright. (Pauses) That’s the one we’ll take, then.
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T-5 Nanku: A shame. Here I thought we’d be shooting leeches.
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T-5 Irantu: You’ll have plenty of chances to on our way out, I’m sure. We need to get these people out quickly. Onru, does it feel to you like the leeches are trying to get into the wing where the survivors are?
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T-5 Onru: Yes. There is plenty of blood in this site, but not all of it is still warm. They’ll be coming for them soon.
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Team leaves cistern and follows drainage pipe west. Eventually the team reaches a service door, lit by a single flickering lamp.
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T-5 Munru: There’s something written on this door. “Blood”.
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T-5 Nanku: Here on the wall, too. Look. What’s it written in?
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T-5 Irantu: Wait.
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T-5 Onru: Look.
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Onru amplifies her shoulder mounted spotlight, illuminating the entire wall of the tunnel. The word “blood” is repeated over and over, scrawled across the surface of the wall in a thick, black substance. Onru turns left, illuminating several dessicated corpses in a corner at the end of the tunnel, all of which are covered in and seeping the same fluid.
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T-5 Nanku: Unsettling.
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T-5 Irantu: Come on. Don’t waste time.
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The team enters the service door, revealing a partial staircase. The stairs above them are intact, but the stairs below have been destroyed. The walls of the stairwell are coated in cracks, through which seeps the black fluid. Munru lights a flare and drops it, and the team watches it fall. After a short time, the flare lands with a slight splash, revealing the floor below.
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T-5 Nanku: How large is this site?
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T-5 Onru: (Pauses) Site-19 has at least 50 underground floors, and no fewer than 80 individual wings. Considering what we know about Site-13, it’s likely that there are at least twice as many of each, if not more. The Euclid-Class containment cells alone are as large as the entirety of Site-81.
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T-5 Munru: Which means there could be worse things down there nobody has seen yet.
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T-5 Irantu: It’s almost a certainty.
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Irantu leaps from the landing and lands near the flare, his implants absorbing the majority of the impact. The rest of the team follows suit. At the bottom of the stairwell is another door into a hallway, and the team enters it.
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T-5 Irantu: Where to now?
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T-5 Onru: About 200m down this hallway, on the right. There are several security doors, but I think they’ve all been disabled. Through there is… I think it’s a data storage center. It’s big, and lined with vents that lead to the cooling towers at the surface.
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T-5 Munru: Where do the leeches start acting strange?
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T-5 Onru: In there.
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T-5 Munru: Wonderful..
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Team moves down the hallway, Nanku at point, flanked by Onru and Manru, and Irantu watching the rear. As they pass, they check each door to see if they are locked. Most doors lead to network maintenance areas, though notably one door leads to the telecommunications room previously visited by the AP-3 team. One screen on the far wall appears to have been busted from the inside out.
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T-5 Nanku: Look here. This is the door to the server area.
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T-5 Munru: What’s that door there?
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T-5 Irantu: It’s marked as “Stairs to Cryonics”. (Pauses) If I had to guess, I’d say it probably goes up to the next levels, and it’s seated right on top of this room. Acts as insulation for the data center.
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T-5 Munru: Can we go through it?
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T-5 Irantu: Which way is faster, Onru?
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T-5 Onru: The only way I can see is through the server room. There weren’t any leeches up there. (Pauses) That is very strange. There are certainly plenty of access points to that room. (Pauses) Very strange.
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T-5 Irantu: Through the server room, then. Come on.
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Team enters through the door of the server room. They pass through several more security doors, all of which are unlocked. As they do so, the external temperature drops severely, and stays steady at roughly -20 °C. Irantu motions for the team to activate their internal heating coils, protecting their internal organs from damage due to exposure.
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As the team proceeds down the hallways into the server room, T-5 Nanku’s SCRAMBLE optical implant begins to activate, signalling that an anomalous meme is being filtered out. However, T-5 Nanku had previously disabled the visual cue for the warning on her optical overlay, instead relying on the audio cue that accompanied the implant. The audio warning does not trigger at all.
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It is not until the team enters the primary server room that T-5 Onru realizes that no sound is audible at all, regardless of the source. Thinking at first that it might be her auditory implant, Onru removes the implant and restarts it, but after establishing that it is functioning properly, she attempts to communicate this with Irantu.
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Irantu motions for the team to hold and attempt to discern the source of the anomalous influence. As they do, each other team member receives the warning that their SCRAMBLE filters are being triggered. Munru motions towards the door they entered through, but Irantu motions towards the back of the server area, towards the research wing.
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It is during this silent discussion that Nanku first notices movement across the large room. Motioning for her teammates to stay still, each team member begins to hear a quiet whining sound, which slowly grows in intensity. As they huddle up, Munru notices writing on one of the server racks, written in black fluid, that says “SILENCE” and then “DON’T LOOK”. He motions towards the racks, and the team acknowledges it.
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Irantu motions for the team to move towards the far wall, and they slowly proceed between the server racks towards the back exit. Suddenly, Onru catches a momentary glimpse of a large entity across the room, and stops her teammates from advancing. She looks around the corner, and sees the entity again as it comes back into view.
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The entity is a massive, multi-limbed figure. The primary structure of the entity is a floating, cross-legged, humanoid construct with six legs, eighteen arms, and thirty-six forearms attached to seventy-two hands. Each limb moves independently, gesturing and posing in constant, sudden, jerking movements. The entity does not have a head, but instead has a large, flat, circular structure attached to its upper chest that is covered in a large number of symbols and glyphs, which glow with bright white light against the entity’s dark grey-brown skin. On each of the entity’s arms are a gold band, attached to a chain, which drags the ground when not being pulled around in one of the entity’s gestures. The golden bands are etched with glyphs later identified as being powerful antikinetohazards5, though the chains are broken and the antikinetohazards are inactive. Most notably, a single severely emaciated, severely charred human figure is bound to the flat circular structure of the entity’s head. This figure twists against its restraints, and appears to be screaming, likely the whining sound heard through the entity’s muting kinetohazard6. As the entity performs its gestures, the glyphs on its head illuminate rapidly, often causing burns where the human’s skin comes in contact with them, creating further distress and increasing the volume of the whining.
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T-5 Onru also notices that some aspect of the entity is creating a severe malfunction in her optical implants, singeing the circuits responsible for handling the SCRAMBLE calculations. She looks away, ejecting the implants before they damage her retinas, and motions to the rest of the Tau-5 team to not look at the entity directly. The team acknowledges, and they continue to move forward.
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Suddenly, the whining becomes dramatically louder, and begins to draw closer to the team. Munru drops a proximity mine from his pack, and then another a short distance away. As they flee away from the entity, streaks of blue electricity begins to arc between the server racks, and the ground beneath them begins to shift as if it was made of sand. As Nanku threatens to fall into the ground, there is a muffled wave of pressure behind them as the first proximity mine detonates, and the ground solidifies.
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The team turns a corner, and the back entrance to the room comes into view. From above them, they can see a hole in the ceiling exposed to the cryonics laboratory, and briefly a complicated containment cell is visible, though it is thoroughly destroyed. The team moves swiftly towards the door, as white-hot glyphs begin to appear on the ground beneath them and in the air around them. The team manages to duck and weave through the symbols, but T-5 Nanku catches her left arm on a glyph in the air and it bursts into flames. Irantu, having seen this from his position behind Nanku, fires his weapon at her shoulder, removing the arm. It falls to the ground and explodes into a cinder.
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Munru reaches the door first and throws it open, and Onru follows immediately afterwards. Nanku stumbles through, collapsing on the other side, and Irantu comes up last. Just before closing the door, Irantu turns to look at the entity closing in behind them, which at this point was a barely visible blur of gestures, fiery glyphs, and an inhuman whine. As the door swings closed, Irantu zooms in on the humanoid figure strapped to the entity’s head, enough to see the word “EMERSON” seared into the flesh of the figure, as if from a melted patch of fabric. Irantu slams the door closed, and immediately ejects his optical implants.
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The team rushes down the corridor away from the security door, and slowly the sound of footsteps can be heard around them. They reach a large open space in between several hallways, and stop to catch their breath.
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T-5 Munru: I… (Pauses) I don’t believe I know how to respond to whatever that was. (Pauses) What was that?
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T-5 Irantu: I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like it.
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T-5 Onru: There was a human strapped to its head. Did you see that?
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T-5 Nanku: I did. I think it was shouting. (Pauses, and looks at the stump of her arm) I’ll likely miss that arm later.
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T-5 Irantu: You’ll be alright. Just be careful.
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T-5 Nanku: (Scoffs) Like I needed it anyway. I’ve got another. Besides, (Nanku swings her shoulder mounted flamethrower to her left shoulder, and detaches it so it hangs below where her missing arm should be) what was I really going to use that arm for anyway?
The team turns to see the hallway to their immediate east, which has been barricaded and filled with a substantial amount of explosives and incendiary equipment.
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T-5 Irantu: Good. (He approaches the barricade) Hello? This is Tau-5 Irantu, is anyone there? We’re here to get you out. Hello?
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Silence.
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T-5 Munru: Maybe we’re too late.
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T-5 Irantu: We’re not too late. Hello? Is anyone there? Can you—
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There is a shuffling sound, and a large wooden crate is moved slightly. A dark face can be seen in the space between the crate and the wall.
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T-5 Munru: (Laughs)
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T-5 Irantu: Captain.
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[New connection to local transmission network: Zeta-9 “Mole Rats” Captain Hollis]
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Z-9 Hollis: Oh boy. The goddamn Power Rangers. They told me about you. (Pauses to survey the team) You look like you’ve been hit by a train.
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T-5 Munru: Something like that.
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Z-9 Hollis: (Nods) Well, come on, then. We don’t have much time left.
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Team moves towards the opening in the crates. As Munru and Nanku pass through, Onru pauses. Irantu notices this, and turns to look.
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T-5 Onru: Irantu, look. Leeches.
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Black cracks have begun to form on the walls of the atrium behind them, and wriggling black leeches start to fall out of them, accompanied by a thick, black fluid.
Extraction Video Log Transcript
+Date: ██/██/████
+Recovery Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara”
+Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 “Game Wardens”
+Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Z-9 "Mole Rats"
+Subject: SCP-1730
+Team Lead: T-5 Irantu / Z-9 Hollis /AP-3 Ross
+Team Members: T-5 Munru, T-5 Onru, T-5 Nanku, AP-3 Houston, AP-3 Vigo, AP-3 Ohalo, Z-9 Moros, Z-9 Willow
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Notes:The following is an audio/video transcript of an extraction and recovery mission carried out by the members of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara” after having made contact with surviving members of MTF Apollo-3 and MTF Zeta-9.
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Aside from the members of the mobile task forces, the team was tasked with recovering twenty-seven surviving members of Site-13 staff, including Dr. Mohammad Scott, a Site-13 assistant director of Temporal Studies. Several of these individuals had sustained significant injuries, further increasing the difficulty of extraction efforts.
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Members of Mobile Task Force Alpha-20 “Holy Divers” were stationed above ground, and were prepared to move in to aid in extraction efforts once the recovery team had escaped the lower levels of the site.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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T-5 Irantu: Mics on.
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AP-3 Vigo: Are we really worried about recording all of this?
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AP-3 Ross: Hey Vigo? Shut the fuck up. Do what he says.
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Z-9 Hollis: Your lead, power ranger.
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T-5 Irantu: Thank you. Onru has prepared an evacuation plan; I will let her explain it.
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T-5 Onru: Our travel paths from this position are compromised, by the entity in the data center and the creature in the atrium. After speaking with Dr. Scott and his team, we have devised a route that leads us as far away from the current major threats as possible. Unfortunately, our information on all threats is incomplete; even Dr. Scott was not privy to information on all contained entities within the site. As such… (pauses) we should still proceed with extreme caution. (Pauses) This is likely already well understood.
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AP-3 Houston: Yeah, just a bit.
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Z-9 Willow: Alright, so what’s the route we’re taking?
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T-5 Onru: (Produces a topographical map) Our entry routes are here and here. The largest obstacles we are experiencing currently are the spatial instabilities within the lower levels of this site. On the suggestion of Dr. Scott, and Captain Hollis, our route will first travel to this section of the facility, where the Thresher device is contained. This device is the cause of the… instabilities, and while it is not possible to completely disable the device without risking our own lives or the lives of above-ground personnel, we should be able to reduce power to the device long enough for us to create a stable path to the surface, following this route, here.
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Z-9 Hollis: I got lost once shortly after our insertion and ended up in that room. I was attacked by a number of creatures that were difficult to perceive, likely due to some latent antimemetic effects. I was able to escape them, but they’re no doubt still there. That machine draws a frankly impossible amount of energy from some energy source elsewhere in the site, and those creatures I saw feed off of it. So… there’s that.
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AP-3 Vigo: Why don’t we send a team ahead to disable the machine, and then meet up with them before heading up?
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T-5 Irantu: We will not have enough time, and the probability of our success drops dramatically if we split up our team. Once the device is powered down, it is likely that we will have less than an hour to make our escape before it trips its failsafes and powers back up again. We will just have to make our push from there, hoping that it buys us enough time.
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AP-3 Vigo: Alright, cool.
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T-5 Irantu: Your assignments are as follows: Tau-5 will take point, Apollo-3 will take the right and left flanks, and Zeta-9 will take up the rear. The healthiest survivors will stay near the back, and those with more serious injuries will be near the front near Tau-5. In the event that we are flanked or assaulted, follow typical multi-force defensive assignments, while allowing Tau-5 to intercept the higher threats.
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T-5 Munru: Maintain clear lines of communication. Tau-5 and the task force captains have channel priority. Keep chatter to a minimum, you will all have plenty of time to speak once we reach the surface.
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Z-9 Hollis: Our priority now is extracting these people, and staying alive. Unless you’re in Samsara, in which case I guess you guys are free to do what you want. For the rest of us mortals, it doesn’t help us to let the power rangers get mulched, since we’re likely shit out of luck if they go belly up.
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T-5 Irantu: Agreed. Does everyone understand our mission?
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All task force members are in agreement.
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T-5 Irantu: Acceptable. I will take point. We need to move quickly. Gather your things, prepare the civilians, and we will leave shortly.
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Teams break to assemble in their formation. Civilian survivors are briefed on the mission plan, and positioned in the middle of the block.
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Z-9 Willow: Captain, at the main door! There are leeches coming under the door.
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Z-9 Hollis: Shit. Irantu, we need to roll.
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T-5 Irantu: Agreed. Let’s move out. Munru, Nanku, collapse the main door. We will exit expediently out the side.
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T-5 Nanku: Gladly.
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The block moves out of a side door towards a side hallway. T-5 Nanku and Munru hang back to set explosive charges around the door frame. Leeches are beginning to work their way under the door frame and through cracks in the walls. As they step away from the door, Nanku opens her flamethrower on the leeches.
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T-5 Munru: I cannot say that you are making a difference, Nanku. There are likely many more leeches elsewhere.
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T-5 Nanku: This is very satisfying to me. (Continues to burn leeches coming through the walls) It is delicious.
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Munru and Nanku move quickly to join the rest of the group, which has begun moving down the side hallway. As they pass through the first door there is an explosion, and the building around them shakes. From beneath the group, a loud, uncanny screaming sound is heard.
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AP-3 Ross: Think they know we’re moving?
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T-5 Irantu: Undoubtedly.
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The group continues down a series of hallways towards a stairwell, stopping occasionally to check for hostile entities. After a short time, T-5 Munru calls a halt.
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T-5 Munru: My optics are pinging. (Pauses) Strange. Move everyone back, I will scout ahead.
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T-5 Munru comes around the corner of the hallway, weapon drawn. His SCRAMBLE optical implant highlights a dangerous meme on the wall. At the far end of the hallway, a vaguely humanoid entity, the same entity as seen during a previous remote drone exploration of SCP-1730, is seen drawing on a wall with a long, curved finger. Munru projects an image of the entity to Nanku, who rounds the corner behind Munru.
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T-5 Munru: Hold.
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Suddenly, the entity turns towards Munru and Nanku and opens a single white eye, which is immediately processed and blocked by the SCRAMBLE units. The entity begins to move very quickly down the hallway, changing dramatically as it moves; the entity becomes considerably larger, and its long robe flares out to either side, exposing additional hazards that are blocked by the SCRAMBLE units. Munru and Nanku raise their weapons and fire. The creature reels backwards as it is struck by bullets, with large holes opening across its flesh. Munru reloads, loading incendiary rounds, and fires again, setting the creature on fire. As it staggers backwards, the entity begins to scratch madly against the wall to the right, seemingly attempting to dig through the wall away from the gunfire. Nanku takes one more shot, striking the entity in its eye and causing it to collapse onto the ground.
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T-5 Irantu: Is everything alright?
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T-5 Munru: It appears so. We—
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Suddenly, the hallway shakes violently. The floor beneath the collapsed humanoid entity crumbles and falls away, revealing a large hole beneath the floor. Within the hole is a long, slick, black creature covered in blood red eyes with a mouth full of many rows of long, sharp teeth. As it bursts through the floor, a cascade of small leeches are propelled into the hallway. The humanoid entity slips through the destroyed floor and falls into the mouth of the large creature, which lets out a loud scream as it devours the entity. Long, wet appendages snake into the hallway as Nanku and Munru begin to retreat. Nanku opens her flamethrower again, warding off the approaching smaller leeches.
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Z-9 Hollis: What’s going on?
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T-5 Nanku: We will need to find a different route, quickly.
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T-5 Irantu: Follow me.
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The group moves past the collapsed hallway as Munru and Nanku provide cover fire. They pass through a custodial dormitory and exit into a maintenance area behind it.
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T-5 Onru: Over there. We can take this path towards the machine.
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T-5 Munru: We are right behind you, but I am beginning to think this creature is far larger than we anticipated. (Gunfire)
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T-5 Irantu: Onru, take the point. We will move now.
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Team moves down the long maintenance hallway. The hallway curves to the left, opening out into a large space full of loading equipment and machines. Several large loading docks are visible in the back of the room, though each one is collapsed and destroyed.
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Z-9 Hollis: Irantu, the walls in here are seeping. We can’t stay here long.
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T-5 Irantu: One moment. Munru, Nanku, how far back are you?
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Silence.
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T-5 Irantu: Munru, Nanku, please report.
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T-5 Munru: Irantu, Nanku is damaged. We are not going to be able to (gunfire) rendezvous with you immediately. Onru, do keep us updated on your position, and I will let you know when we can regroup.
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T-5 Irantu: Understood.
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The group moves to the far end of the maintenance warehouse, exiting through a pair of doors leading into a staff break room. Black fluid seeps through the walls. The group has to stop briefly to bandage up a survivor whose wound had begun bleeding again. A loud screeching sound is heard nearby, and the group begins moving again.
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They enter into another hallway leading in the direction of the Thresher wing. As they move through the hall, Onru hears a distinct sound.
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T-5 Onru: Irantu. Wings.
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T-5 Irantu: How many?
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T-5 Onru: (Pauses) Many. More than I can count. They are… very small, but there is a great multitude of them.
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Z-9 Hollis: You got anything else useful, power girl?
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T-5 Onru: A tinkling sound. Like crystal on crystal.
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AP-3 Ross: Fuck. Crystal butterflies. It has to be that. We’ll get shredded.
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T-5 Irantu: Unlikely.
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The group moves towards the sound, which continues to grow louder until it becomes a cacophonous sound that seems to be right above them.
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AP-3 Houston: God, where’s that coming from?
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AP-3 Ross: Steady now, stead—
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T-5 Onru: Irantu, the vent.
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In front of them, a grate on a ceiling vent falls to the floor, and a cloud of sparkling crystal butterflies begins to fill the hallway. Irantu sees the butterflies, and turns back to the group.
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T-5 Irantu: Everybody down, please.
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As the group drops to the ground, Irantu runs towards the cloud of butterflies. He disappears briefly. After a short moment, there is a burst of flame that arcs upwards into the vent, and the sound of shattering crystal can be heard above them. As the smoke clears, Irantu becomes visible again. The majority of his flesh has been shredded by the wings of the butterflies, and his entire body is scorched. Significant amounts of flesh hang loose from his body. The skin on his back is blackened and blistered, and a thick metal implement is now visible through the scorched flesh. Onru stands and approaches him.
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T-5 Onru: Are you able to continue?
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T-5 Irantu: Of course.
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AP-3 Houston: Jesus fucking Christ, man, are you alright?
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T-5 Irantu: Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?
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The group moves through another hall seeping with black fluid, and then another, but the third hallway is clean and relatively untouched. They ascend a short staircase before coming to a stop before a thick, vault door.
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Z-9 Hollis: The machine is behind this door. I came out this way, but the door sealed behind me. I don’t know how to unlock it.
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T-5 Irantu: Dr. Scott, do you know how to open this door?
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Dr. Mohammad Scott: (Audible through Z-9 Hollis’ mic) No, I never had access to this chamber.
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T-5 Onru: I was hoping Munru would be here. I do not think I can open this door.
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Suddenly, there is a resounding click, and the door in front of them slowly opens. A monitor next to the door illuminates, and a dark room is visible on it. In the back of the room, hidden in shadows, an indistinct humanoid entity waves. A harsh, electronic static sound, vaguely reminiscent of laughter, can be heard through an unseen loudspeaker.
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Unidentified Figure: Hee hee. Hee hah. You're welcome. Heehee. Oh, oh, (as if in pain) Tanny, oh Tanny, it's so long down here with us. It's so long and sharp, Tanny. Why did you make me hurt, hee hee. Oh- (voice fades as the screen is covered in static)
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The screen powers off.
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AP-3 Ross: That’s a pretty fucked up clown.
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T-5 Irantu: Come. Hurry.
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The group enters the chamber beyond. The room is very dark, with a multitude of dim, green lights visible on the walls of the room. Based on the luminescence of the lights and the apparent distance of them from each other, the room appears to be several hundred meters in diameter. Near the back of the room, a tower of circling green lights is visible.
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Z-9 Hollis: Hey, power rangers. Can you see anything in here? You have dark vision or something, yeah? My visor is shot.
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T-5 Irantu: Onru and I were forced to eject our implants after they were damaged by a powerful memetic entity.
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AP-3 Ross: My visor works. Hang on. (Pauses) Alright. So there’s a… some kind of machine near the back of the room, under those lights. I can’t really make any of it out from here, but it’s there. I don’t see— oh shit, yeah I do. On the ceiling, there are… fuck, there are a lot of those things.
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Z-9 Hollis: What are they?
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AP-3 Ross: (Whispering) I honestly don’t know, I can’t make them out. They’re definitely fucking with perception. I don’t… I don’t think they’ve seen us. Seriously though, there might be five hundred of these things.
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T-5 Irantu: That would be more than Onru and myself can deal with. (Pauses) We need to make a decision; either attempt to disable the machine without attracting their attention, or find a way to dispatch the creatures. (Pauses) I am, of course, willing to accept ideas.
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AP-3 Vigo: I mean… we could blow them up. Houston has explosives. (Pauses) That’s a lot of them to try and get all at once, though.
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Z9-Moros: Hang on. They’re feeding on the power from this thing, aren’t they? Why don’t we try and get that machine to draw a lot of power to some unnecessary system first, and shock them. Like flexing when a mosquito bites you.
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T-5 Onru: Maybe, but it is more likely that—
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Suddenly, there is a massive disturbance beneath the chamber. To the left of a group, roughly 100m away, there is an explosion and the wall falls away. From within the wall emerges a long, slick, black appendage, covered in red eyes. The eyes open simultaneously.
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AP-3 Houston: Fuck.
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There is a screeching sound, and from above them many hundreds of short, imperceptible entities fall from the ceiling. The black entity in the wall begins to lash out at the smaller entities, attempting to pull them in towards a mouth that has appeared on its front. The creatures fly towards the larger creature and begin to tear at it with claws, though many are shoveled into the open mouth of the creature.
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T-5 Irantu: Huh. (Pauses) That works as well. Onru, get to the machine. The rest of you, get back to the hallway. We will not have much time.
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The group retreats into the hallway outside of the large room. Onru sprints across the chamber as more and more of the smaller entities fall from the ceiling and attack the black creature. Several of them begin to move towards Onru, only to be dispatched by weapon fire from Irantu. As she reaches the manual control panel of the machine, Onru inputs the information provided to her by members of Dr. Scott’s team. Lights around the room illuminate, exposing an enormous, vastly complicated machine that encompasses the entire back wall of the room. More and more of the hostile entities peel off towards Onru, who pauses to open fire on those who come too close.
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From beneath the room there is another disturbance, and the floor in the middle of the room falls away. Another long, black entity emerges from the hole in the floor and long tendrils snake out towards Onru. From behind Irantu comes gunfire, and the entire AP-3 team has emerged from the door and begun firing at the entity. The creature recoils, black fluid spilling from gunshot wounds. The tendrils whip around towards them, gripping AP-3 Vigo and tossing him into the air. He strikes the wall and his body falls to the ground, where the first black entity grabs it with a tendril and pulls it into the mouth.
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Suddenly, small black leeches begin to pour from the hole in the floor, and move quickly towards Irantu. Houston and Ohalo open fire on the leeches, and Ross moves to pull Irantu away from the hole. As he does, he tosses an incendiary grenade into the hole and pulls Irantu to the ground. There is an explosion, and flame erupts around the black entity, which rears back and flails before collapsing into the hole.
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From deep below them, the group can hear a very loud screaming sound, and suddenly the entire room is shaking. The other black entity retracts into its hole, collapsing the wall behind it as it does. The remaining creatures from the ceiling are dispatched by the AP-3 and Z-9 teams. As they do, and as the room begins to shake more violently, several lights affixed to the machine in the back begin to flash and then dim, and the sound of something winding down is heard over the gunfire.
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AP-3 Ross: Fuck! Goddammit Vigo. Fuck!
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T-5 Onru approaches from across the room.
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T-5 Onru: The loss of Vigo is disappointing. I am sorry. We do not have a substantial amount of time to grieve. We must keep moving.
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Onru, Ross, Houston, Ohalo, and Irantu leave from the chamber. More rumbling is felt beneath them, and occasional loud screeching sounds punctuate the machine noise from this section of the facility. They reach a stairwell, and Houston throws the door open.
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AP-3 Houston: Whoa, fuck! What?
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T-5 Irantu: What is the matter?
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AP-3 Houston: There’s nothing here. The door just opens up into… nothing. It’s just dark, as far down as I can see.
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T-5 Onru: It is likely that disabling the Thresher device has altered our previous escape route. We will need to devise another path to the surface.
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T-5 Irantu: Yes. One moment. (Pauses) Munru. Where are you?
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T-5 Munru: Difficult to say, unfortunately. Have you powered down the machine?
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T-5 Irantu: We just did.
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T-5 Munru: Fine timing, then. We were being pursued by a creature and then suddenly there was a wall where the creature had been. The local topography appears to have reset itself.
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T-5 Irantu: Stay in one place. We will come to find you. Our escape begins now.
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T-5 Munru: Fantastic.
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The main group leaves the empty stairwell and turns back down the hallway they came through. Passing by the Thresher access hallway again, they turn and begin to climb another staircase. As they reach the top, Irantu pauses. The hallway in front of them is covered ankle high in water. As they begin to move slowly through the water, one of the researchers behind them screams.
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T-5 Irantu: What is it?
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Researcher: Bodies. Look.
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Just below the surface of the water, pale human corpses are visible, appearing to be floating roughly a half meter down.
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T-5 Onru: Do not attempt to look at them. You do not recognize them. Move quickly, come on.
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The team hurries from the hallway towards another set of doors at the end, where written on the wall are the words “WHAT HAPPENED TO SITE-13” with the word “WHAT” covered by the word “EMERSON”, and the words “HAVE WE BECOME BLASPHEMOUS” beneath that.
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The group proceeds without incident for a short while longer, slowly ascending as safe routes become available. After roughly eight minutes of travel, the group enters a large mechanical garage, where several pieces of large machinery sit in various states of repair. They pause to secure one of the injured survivors, while Onru attempts to devise a new route. Suddenly, a loud banging sound is heard, and a piece of machinery flies across the room, narrowly missing AP-3 Ross, who shouts.
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AP-3 Ross: Whoa! Fuck! Where’d that come from?
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In the corner of the room, a stack of mechanical parts is seen moving, rising up and self-assembling into a quasi-humanoid entity. Attached to the top of the large mechanical construct is a small, crudely constructed, toy robot. The entity begins to move towards them, and a voice is heard from an unknown source within the entity.
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Mechanical Entity: (Deep laughter) I am reborn to breathe devastation upon this fetid Earth. Pitiful humans. You will feel the dark sting of my neverending torment. (The small robot on top of the construct is seen waving its arms wildly)
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T-5 Irantu: This is… annoying. Onru, get these people out. Ross, to me.
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Mechanical Entity: I am the herald of your destruction. Embrace death.
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T-5 Irantu, AP-3 Ross, Houston, and Ohalo open fire on the entity, to little effect. The entity lifts another large piece of equipment and throws it towards the group, missing them wide. Ohalo throws a fragmentary grenade at the entity, which it catches in one of its outstretched hands and grips tightly. The grenade explodes, shattering the creature’s hand and causing it to stagger sideways.
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Mechanical Entity: How dare you. I will tread upon you like—
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T-5 Onru is seen sprinting towards the entity. As she approaches it, she leaps into the air, sailing over the top of it in a tall arc. As she reaches the top of the arc, she reaches out and grabs the small toy robot on top of the construct, causing it to collapse. As she flips towards the ground, she tosses the robot towards the wall.
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Robot: No! I am the harbinger! I am—
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The toy robot strikes the wall and is shattered.
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T-5 Munru: Irantu, is that you? We just heard something crashing.
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T-5 Irantu: You must be near. Stay where you are, we are en route.
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The group moves out of the garage, and towards a larger atrium section. From around the corner come T-5 Munru and Nanku. Munru appears to have sustained burns to his lower body, but is otherwise undamaged. Nanku is missing the lower half of her jaw, and black fluid covers the front of her body suit. She waves with her remaining hand as the group approaches.
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T-5 Onru: You look well.
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T-5 Munru: Admittedly, morale has increased in the group since Nanku found herself unable to talk.
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(T-5 Nanku points at Munru with her flamethrower, seemingly forgetting she is missing an arm on that side. Realizing this, she makes an obscene gesture towards Munru with her remaining hand.)
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Z-9 Hollis: This is a cute reunion, but let’s get back to this shit. How far are we from the entrance?
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T-5 Munru: This is a main atrium. If we follow this hallway here, it will lead towards a processing station, and past that we should find access points to the surface.
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Z-9 Hollis: Exceptional. Let’s get the lead out then, and—
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From below them, there is a very loud crashing sound and more screaming. The floor beneath the group begins to buckle.
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Z-9 Hollis: Fuck! Run!
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The group flees towards the hallway Munru had identified, but are stopped when the floor there also collapses. A plume of smoke erupts from the destroyed floor, and one researcher slips on the collapsing ground and slides into it. T-5 Onru leads the group away from the atrium as the floor there completely collapses. Irantu stops to turn and look down inside the hole.
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Beneath the hole is an incredibly large chamber, appearing to have been dug through dozens of layers of subterranean floors. Within the chamber are many small lights around the outside, and at the bottom is a massive, black mass, with several other large black masses extending from it. As he is pulled away, Irantu sees red eyes open across the entire mass of the creature, and hears more screaming.
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The group flees down a side hallway, but are pursued by long black tendrils snaking out of the hole. AP-3 Ross and Houston open fire on the tendrils, halting them momentarily, but they are quickly replaced by more. Z-9 Moros is seen slipping on a patch of black fluid and falling, before being consumed by the ends of one of the tendrils. There are the sounds of metal crashing and rock and concrete being crushed as the structure around them heaves violently. Black leeches begin to pour out of the walls around them, and Nanku opens her flamethrower at them.
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They round a corner to find a dead end, and turning back are confronted with another black tendril that has burst through a hole in the wall.
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AP-3 Ohalo: Holy fuck, we’re trapped. This is it. This is it. Holy fuck.
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T-5 Irantu: Onru, we need a way out.
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T-5 Onru: I… I am having difficulty… (gunfire) I…
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Z-9 Hollis: Wait. Wait. I have an idea. I think I know where we are, I have an idea. Come on, you fuckers, we’re not dying here!
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The group follows Hollis towards a descending stairwell and move quickly down it. Hollis tosses an incendiary grenade towards the encroaching tendrils, and slams the door shut behind her as it explodes. The screams from below them intensify as they descend, and the stairwell begins to shake. Holes in the stairwell open and more leeches begin to pour out of them. All task force members open fire as long tendrils snake through the holes as well. Upon reaching a landing, Hollis motions the group in the door.
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Z-9 Hollis: Here! In here! Go go go!
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The group enters a hallway and sprints towards the other end. As they do, they pass a sign on the wall that reads “Stairs to Cryonics”. Munru notices this as they pass.
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T-5 Munru: Captain Hollis… what are you doing?
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Z-9 Hollis: You’re going to have to trust me here, Blue Ranger. I’ve been doing this a long time.
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T-5 Munru: I— (pauses) Hah. OK. I think this will work.
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The group exits the hallway into a large observation section, passing many large windows with blast protectors down across them. The team stops in front of one window, overlooking a massive chamber lined with huge steel doors. Overhead are the words “Olympia Class Testing Observation”.
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T-5 Irantu: Hollis, what do you have in mind?
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Z-9 Hollis: Call it a hunch. We need to get downstairs, come on.
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The group runs towards a stairwell at the end of the room and quickly descend to the main level of this wing. As they exit onto the floor of the Olympia Class containment chamber, the wall behind them begins to buckle, and leeches begin to pour out of it.
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Z-9 Hollis: Pink ranger, that panel over there. You need to get that door open.
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T-5 Onru: Wha— what?
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Z-9 Hollis: I said open the goddamn door, hurry! What the fuck are you waiting for? Go!
+
T-5 Onru runs towards a control panel near one of the tall steel doors. The wall behind them continues to buckle.
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Z-9 Hollis: Munru, that one. Get that one open too!
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T-5 Munru: Yes, absolutely.
+
T-5 Munru attempts to access the door controls. Z-9 Hollis turns towards the group.
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Z-9 Hollis: Everyone else, listen to me. You civilians need to get to the far end of this room, as far as it goes. Just keep running. There’s an access point to the power station above this part of the facility, you need to just keep climbing until you get there. Once you’re there, you need to blow a wall, that’ll get you out. But you need to hurry, shit is about to pop off in a pretty major way down here. Ross, you and your boys just fire at anything that comes out of that wall. I’ll tell you when we can go. Irantu, you stay with me. This is going to get pretty messy.
+
T-5 Irantu: Understood.
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Z-9 Hollis: Alright. (Pauses) Fucking go! Come on!
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The group flees down the main pathway through the chamber, away from the buckling wall. Behind them, the wall finally gives way, and a gargantuan, black, slick entity pours into the chamber. It is as least 200m in height, covered in black tendrils and dark red eyes. When it sees the group, it opens a massive mouth full of rows of long yellow teeth. In the center of the mouth, a naked human woman is visibly conjoined in some way to a sort of prehensile tongue with the creature. As it opens its mouth, it lets out a piercing scream and begins to move towards the group.
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Every available task force member opens fire on the creature, emptying their remaining magazines and throwing every possible incendiary weapon towards it. The creature is deterred slightly, but for every place it is pierced by weapons fire, black fluid and more black leeches begin to pour from its body. Several long tendrils begin to snake towards the group of task force members.
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T-5 Onru: I have it. I have it, Captain Hollis.
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Z-9 Hollis: Come on, then, girl. Throw the fucking thing!
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T-5 Onru steps away from the control panel and runs back towards the group in the middle of the chamber, as a loud groaning is heard behind her. The rest of the team sees the huge metal doors begin to slide open. A thick cloud of ice cold fog rolls out of the chamber, obscuring the interior from view.
+
AP-3 Ross: What’s in there?
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Z-9 Hollis: Munru, you got yours?
+
T-5 Munru: Hang on. (Pauses) Yeah, I think that will do—
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Suddenly, the door behind Munru begins to glow bright red, then white, and then the center of it buckles and the door collapses. As Munru hurries away, a colossal, motionless, flaming humanoid entity floats out of the chamber. In its unmoving hands is a huge sword. As it exits the collapsed doorway, enormous, flaming wings unfurl from its back. The black creature screams, and its tendrils begin to lash at this creature.
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As the tendrils come close, long streaks of fire erupt from the sword towards them, rupturing them and sending black fluid and scorched leeches flying across the room. The massive black creature screams, and dozens of other tendrils fly towards the flaming humanoid. As the two engage, there is another sound, like a long whining, and then suddenly the room is silent.
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From within the cold, foggy room, a towering, vaguely cervine creature steps out into the main chamber. It is composed of a body covered in light green and cream colored hair, a long, thin neck ending in a hairless, somewhat humanoid face, and vast, intertwined white and black antlers that pulse with streaks of blue light. Floating above its head are nine concentric rings of glowing, rotating crystals and metallic spheres.
+
The creature slowly steps out of the containment cell and turns to look at the team on the ground below. It opens its mouth and a long, droning sound is heard through the room. Around its body, several large, metallic, cylindrical structures appear followed by a distinct cracking sound. It begins to step towards the team of task force members, but is struck from behind by three black tendrils that wrap around its neck. The creature lets out another drone, and suddenly the sound returns to the chamber as long streaks of fire arc across the space. The cylindrical constructs turn lengthwise and speed across the room towards the black creature, striking it in its central mass. From all around the cervine entity, more and more metallic spheres appear and fly towards both the black creature and the flaming humanoid, which in turn begin to attack each other.
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Z-9 Hollis: Fucking— yes! Go get em, big guy! (To the team) Time to fucking go, kids. Let’s go!
+
The team begins to sprint after the group of civilians towards the far wall, as jets of fire strike the ground around them. T-5 Nanku catches the end of a dismembered black tendril in her shoulder, throwing her off balance. She falls to the ground, firing openly with her weapon as she is engulfed in fire. AP-3 Houston pauses briefly to turn towards her, but is grabbed by Irantu.
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T-5 Irantu: We do not have time.
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As they near the group of survivors, all of whom are huddled near an exit door at the end of the chamber, there is a crashing sound, and they turn to see the cervine entity standing up from where it had been thrown across the room. The black creature whips at it as more metallic spheres appear and arc back towards it. There is an eruption of fire as the flaming humanoid is struck by another several tendrils, which try to pull the humanoid towards the mouth of the black entity. The team reaches the survivors, and quickly exit through the door. The group begins to quickly ascend the staircase within.
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Z-9 Hollis: Alright, just like I said. Up! We need to go up! Over—
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A long, thin metallic cylinder crashes through the wall of the stairwell, narrowly missing one of the researchers and Dr. Scott. A second cylinder comes through the wall, striking Irantu and obliterating him as it contacts the wall behind him. As the group continues to ascend, fire fills the stairwell below them, and another long, loud, droning sound can be heard, followed by silence, and then followed by a thick bursting sound that shakes the entire facility. The group reaches a landing, and begins to move towards another staircase at the end of the hallway. Z-9 Hollis hangs behind.
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T-5 Munru: What are you doing?
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Z-9 Hollis: Giving you some more time. And… something else, I think. Get these people out of here, go!
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T-5 Munru: I can stay behind, Hollis. Your life is finite.
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Z-9 Hollis: Yeah, yeah, I get the spiel, power ranger. But right now, you need to get these people out of here. Let me do my thing, alright? I’ll catch up with you later.
+
T-5 Munru: I understand. Good looking out, Hollis.
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Z-9 Hollis: (Laughs) You almost sounded like a person there for a second, Munru.
+
Z-9 Hollis runs away from the group. T-5 Munru catches up to the rest of the group, who reach another staircase and begin to ascend.
+
For the next ten minutes, the group continues to ascend through the facility, several times narrowly avoiding debris and falling rubble as the lower levels of the site begin to collapse. The sounds of the entities below continue to be heard, and several times the creatures become visible through large gaps in the walls or floors. At one point, AP-3 Ross catches sight of the unmoving, flaming humanoid, nearly completely covered in metal, as long streaks of fire burst through open seams in its encasement. Shortly afterwards there is a two-minute break in all video footage, followed by a shot of the head of the cervine creature smashing through a wall in front of the group. As they turn to run away from it, the head turns towards them, and two researchers are instantly transmuted into hexagonal columns of an unknown, yellow-green material.
+
After a short time longer, AP-3 Ross picks up a signal from SiteCommand.
+
SiteCommand: Team lead, this is SiteCommand. Do you read us?
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AP-3 Ross: Holy fuck, yes, yeah I do. Do you hear me?
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SiteCommand: We do. You have appeared on our geolocating systems, Ross, you’re not far from the exit. Where is Captain Hollis and Irantu?
+
AP-3 Ross: Irantu is dead, Hollis… she ran off a while back. We haven’t seen her since then.
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SiteCommand: Understood. What about the rest?
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AP-3 Ross: We’ve suffered some casualties, some— (gunfire) Fuck! We lost a few of the civilians, and Vigo and a few others. It’s really bad in here right now, Command, we’re going to need all the help we can get. We— Munru, where’s Onru?
+
T-5 Munru: She… oh. She was behind us. Where is she?
+
SiteCommand: Don’t worry about that now. We’re marking an extraction point on your visor. The extraction team is waiting for you there; we’re going to get you all out.
+
The group hurries towards the extraction point as the site continues to collapse around them. Above ground, aerial surveillance captures footage of large sections of the site sliding into the ground, and smoke beginning to billow from the power station and nearby mechanical facilities. Jets of flame become visible as the earth beneath SCP-1730 begins to give way.
+
Mobile Task Force Alpha-20 “Holy Divers” enters the site near the crumbling power station. The group of survivors comes into view, and are immediately moved towards the access point, and then away from the site, by members of MTF A-20. As the rest of the task force members are pulled away from the site, a separate transmission reaches SiteCommand originating from T-5 Onru.
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T-5 Onru and Z-9 Hollis are standing in front of the Thresher device, which roars with activity behind them. They are firing their weapons at an encroaching black mass in front of them, which is punctured by streaks of fire. In the background, the cervine entity can be seen tearing through black tendrils with its antlers, as long rods of flaming metal streak across the room towards the black entity. Hollis turns towards the camera and is visibly laughing, firing her weapon openly. She has removed her helmet. The hum of the machine behind them grows noticeably louder, eventually overtaking all other sounds in the room. Streaks of electricity arc across the ceiling above them. She smiles and turns towards Onru, who looks down to find her torso has been destroyed by a jet of flame.
+
As Onru slumps to the side, the last shot is of Z-9 Hollis, laughing hysterically and wildly firing her weapon as the enormous machine behind her begins to glow bright white. There is a flash, and the transmission ends.
+
Outside, as MTF A-20 continues to move 1730 researchers and personnel to safety, there is a deafening crackling sound, and a loud hum fills the air. The area around the site begins to visibly distort, as if being seen through water, and then suddenly SCP-1730 is gone. In its place is an immense crater, over 1km in diameter. No other transmissions are received from within the site. No other anomalous activity is detected.
+
[END LOG]
+
+
Note: In the wake of the events detailed in this log, SCP-1730 has been reclassified as NEUTRALIZED. Further investigation is ongoing. Debriefing reports will become available as soon as they are declassified.
Mission Debrief Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Cpt. Ephram Ross, Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 “Game Wardens” Team Lead
+Interviewer: Dr. Peter Vincent
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: SCP-1730
+
Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Vincent: Please state your name for the transcript.
+
AP-3 Ross: Captain Ephram Ross, Mobile Task Force Apollo-3. Game Wardens.
+
Dr. Vincent: Thank you, Captain Ross… alright, let’s see. Your team was directed to infiltrate SCP-1730 and search for the source of the radio signal we were receiving, is that correct?
+
AP-3 Ross: It is.
+
Dr. Vincent: Tell me about your initial incursion.
+
AP-3 Ross: You’ve listened to the logs?
+
Dr. Vincent: I haven’t myself, no. They’re still being processed.
+
AP-3 Ross: (Pauses) It wasn’t good in there. Best I can tell, wherever Site-13 came from, they were using it as a sort of… “end of the line” processing facility. Every so often we’d see placards up on these containment cells, about how certain things were due for termination. Judging by what the Samsara team saw, that was about the case. They were bringing in anomalies, doing some… invasive investigations to them, and then destroying them.
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Dr. Vincent: What sort of anomalies were being housed there, could you tell?
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AP-3 Ross: I mean, shit… it was really hard to tell. Somewhere along the line the power had gone out, and it had gone all Jurassic Park in there. Of just what we encountered, there was some kind of… encroaching blackness, that fucked up Houston’s legs, and… have you seen Houston? Is he alright?
+
Dr. Vincent: He’s being looked at by medical right now, they’re going to bring him over here soon. I think he’s probably alright.
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AP-3 Ross: That’s good… yeah, I mean, but other than that, there was also this thing, I don’t know if it was a person or not, but it sort of bent space around it, and Noah… (Pauses)
+
Dr. Vincent: It’s OK, we can—
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AP-3 Ross: No, this needs to be done. (Pauses) We took some losses, on all of the teams. It was bad. Based on what we saw at the end, it could’ve gotten a lot worse, too.
+
Dr. Vincent: At the end?
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AP-3 Ross: You didn’t see it? No, you haven’t seen the video. They had these cells down below the site, they must have been the size of a football stadium each. Hollis had them open a few up so we could make our retreat, and the things inside… one of them looked at me, like I might look at an ant. It was like a god, and they had them in boxes… I counted twenty of those cells, but that chamber went on a lot further past what I could see. (Pauses) What were they keeping in those? How were they keeping them in there?
Mission Debrief Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Agent Liam Ohalo, Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 “Game Wardens”
+Interviewer: Dr. Peter Vincent
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: SCP-1730
+
Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Vincent: Alright, if you could, please state your name for the official transcript.
+
AP-3 Ohalo: (Silence)
+
Dr. Vincent: Agent Ohalo?
+
AP-3 Ohalo: (Silence)
+
Dr. Vincent: Is there something—
+
AP-3 Ohalo: We should’ve died in there. (Pauses) This isn’t real. This isn’t real. We were supposed to die in there.
+
Dr. Vincent: Agent, we really have to file this report, if you could just cooperate with me for a moment so I can get your official testimony, we have counselors on-site who you can speak to afterwards.
Mission Debrief Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Irantu, Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara” Team Lead
+Interviewer: Dr. Isha Saint Claire
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: SCP-1730
+
Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by a member of the Mobile Task Force Tau-5 research team regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Saint Claire: State your name for the record, please.
+
T-5 Irantu: I am Irantu, lead of Mobile Task Force Tau-5, Samsara.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: In your own words, please describe the events that took place while you were within SCP-1730.
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T-5 Irantu: Of course. The Tau-5 team inserted into SCP-1730, and began to move towards the source of the broadcast. Onru was able to track the location of the survivors, and plotted a course towards them that would expose us to the fewest spatial hazards possible. Several times our course had to be adjusted due to unforeseen obstacles, but nothing that we were not able to overcome. Shortly after rendezvous with Captain Hollis and the survivors, our extraction efforts led us through the section of the facility containing the Thresher machine, which we believe is what resulted in SCP-1730’s existence within our universe. Shortly thereafter, during our retreat, I was terminated.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: I see. As for Agents Moros, Vigo, and the others?
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T-5 Irantu: They were also terminated.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: Terminated?
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T-5 Irantu: Expired. Succumbed to their injuries.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: I know what it means, Irantu, I just… I can’t help but feel as if you feel good about this.
+
T-5 Irantu: I feel neither good nor bad, only satisfied at the outcome.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: (Pauses) What?
+
T-5 Irantu: Our extraction mission was a success. With minimal loss of life, our team was able to infiltrate an extremely hazardous and volatile spatial anomaly and extract several high-value persons of interest.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: (Silence)
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T-5 Irantu: I do not know what else you would like me to say. We were exposed to a number of dangerous anomalies and were able to successfully carry out our mission. There were regrettable losses of capable and experienced personnel, but not outside of our margin of error. On the contrary, our team performed better than our preliminary models predicted.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: I see. (Pauses) Thank you, Irantu, I will be sure to include your remarks in the report.
+
T-5 Irantu: You are welcome. (Pauses) As is required by cooperative mission protocol, I would like the opportunity to debrief with Zeta-9 Captain Hollis.
+
Dr. Saint Claire: Captain Hollis was killed within SCP-1730.
+
T-5 Irantu: (Silence)
+
Dr. Saint Claire: Irantu?
+
T-5 Irantu: Regrettable. Captain Hollis expressed great resilience in the face of near-certain failure. (Pauses) As protocol dictates, I will file my report instead with Captain Hollis’ assigned Site administrator’s office. Thank you for your time, doctor.
Medical Examination Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Agent Cotter Houston, Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 “Game Wardens”
+Interviewer: Dr. Ian Harris
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: Agent Cotter Houston
+
Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Harris: Alright, first off I need your name for our logs.
+
AP-3 Houston: Sure, I’m Cotter Houston, member of the Apollo-3 team.
+
Dr. Harris: Good, good, now, Agent Houston, describe to me your affliction here, as much as you can.
+
AP-3 Houston: Well, I’m sure it’s pretty clear, but I don’t seem to have, uh, shins, anymore. There’s a… there’s a line, where the thing that covered them up came up to, and you can sort of… sort of see the inside of the leg there, like it’s been replaced with a flat piece of glass, or something… but I can still, you know, I can still walk. It doesn’t really feel like I’m missing anything down there, it just looks like it. And you can, yeah, you can sort of run your hand through where they should be, obviously, because they’re not there, but… but I don’t feel that, either, so… yeah.
+
Dr. Harris: I see. What can you tell me about this material you said you stepped in?
+
AP-3 Houston: Fell in, actually. Or rather, I tripped, and it sort of just kept coming. It was, shit… we opened a door, and it looked like there wasn’t anything on the other side of it. Then it started to… like, it started to rise through the door, and up the stairwell. You ever played video games? It was like, some sort of graphical glitch. It wasn’t rising fast or anything, just steady. We eventually got to a door, but that was after I fell, and… then this.
+
Dr. Harris: Can you tell me anything about the initial sensation?
+
AP-3 Houston: Initial sensation?
+
Dr. Harris: Did it hurt?
+
AP-3 Houston: Oh. No, I mean, I didn’t realize what was happening at first. Everybody else was panicking, and then I looked down and saw they were gone and I started panicking, but… I mean, obviously I was alright. It never hurt, no. It just feels normal. (Pauses) Well, not normal. It’s obviously weird, my legs are missing, and I think I might be in shock, but… every now and then, I can sort of feel something sort of… brush past them.
+
Dr. Harris: Brush past them?
+
AP-3 Houston: Yeah. I mean, the parts that are missing down there. I thought I was imagining it at first, like guys who have phantom pain, but it’s… I mean, I can actually feel my legs, so I don’t think it’s that. It’s like there’s something sort of furry and kind of wet that just… just barely brushes past them. Who knows.
Mission Debrief Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Munru, Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara”
+Interviewer: Captain Elliott O’Neil, Mobile Task Force D-26 “Time Cops”
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: SCP-1730
+
Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Cpt. O’Neil: When did you lose track of Captain Hollis?
+
T-5 Munru: In the chaos of our retreat, Captain Hollis was separated from us. I do not know when.
+
Cpt. O’Neil: Munru, your camera was undamaged. We know you spoke to her before she left.
+
T-5 Munru: Damn. (Pauses) I am not very good at that.
+
Cpt. O’Neil: Why didn’t you keep her from leaving your group?
+
T-5 Munru: (Pauses) I only knew Captain Hollis for a handful of hours, but in that time she proved to be an experienced and capable agent. I assumed that any decision she would make in regards to her own personal behaviour would be made with her experiences and training in mind, both of which exceeded my own. Additionally, she outranked me.
+
Cpt. O’Neil: Your mission parameters forbade you from allowing other team members from putting themselves in harm's way, and required that you do everything you could to mitigate loss of life. How do you reconcile your actions with those requirements?
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T-5 Munru: Technically speaking, nothing I did allowed Captain Hollis to put herself in any danger. I could not foresee the outcome of her actions, and used my best judgement to justify my own. For all I knew, she could have been moving to a safer location.
+
Cpt. O’Neil: Away from the group?
+
T-5 Munru: It would be illogical to assume that an agent with her level of experience would purposefully endanger themselves in an unpredictable situation.
+
Cpt. O’Neil: And you believe your justifications are an acceptable interpretation of your mission protocols?
+
T-5 Munru: Of course.
+
Cpt. O’Neil: Very well. When you return to holding, you will be meeting with Irantu to discuss this. I hope your arguments hold up.
Mission Debrief Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Onru, Mobile Task Force Tau-5 “Samsara”
+Interviewer: Dr. Darian Arnold
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: SCP-1730
+
Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by a member of the Mobile Task Force Tau-5 research team regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Arnold: Why did you pursue Captain Hollis?
+
T-5 Onru: I believed I understood Captain Hollis’ intentions before she left the group, based on her discussions with the team leads before we began our extraction. I feared that she might have not been capable of returning along our previous course without my assistance.
+
Dr. Arnold: Your recording equipment went dark for a long period before becoming active again in the Thresher area. What happened during that time?
+
T-5 Onru: (Silence)
+
Dr. Arnold: Onru, I am going to need an answer.
+
T-5 Onru: I disabled the equipment. There was… (pauses) there was a room we passed through that was different than it had been before. It was the server room, above the Olympia containment cells. I do not… I do not know how our path ended there, I had not intended it to. It was a mistake. When we entered, it was on the room it had been, but…
+
Dr. Arnold: What do you mean?
+
T-5 Onru: I am sorry, it is difficult to describe. When we entered the door, I could see the servers around me, but superimposed over them was… we were standing on a precipice, overlooking an area the size of which I cannot estimate. Below us were humans, screaming, their arms ending at their wrists, crying to the silent sky for restitution, and then… the sky burned. It was like a star had fallen, and I had to look away. Hollis could not. When I turned back I could see scorched corpses on the ground, billions of them, but billions of other living beings who came rushing towards the fallen star with their arms outstretched, and hanging in that star like a twisted marionette was… at Site-13, they called it Malidramagiuan. In this place, they called it another name. A hateful name.
+
Dr. Arnold: Why did you disable your recording equipment?
+
T-5 Onru: When I first encountered this entity, it created anomalous memetic and cognitive hazards powerful enough to burn the SCRAMBLE units out of my eyes. I do not know what it would have done to anyone who was not otherwise protected.
+
Dr. Arnold: What did it do to you?
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T-5 Onru: It… showed us things. Visions. Coils of fire and a sky made light with a storm of souls. A hole at the center of the universe that screamed at me. A god of nightmares, something long and lean, slowly walking between endless rows of crucifixions, and then… it showed something to Hollis, that I did not see. When it did, the runes across its… its head, began to burn and pulse, and the man who is strapped there began to blister and fester. When it was done, I saw an ocean behind it, and a blue sky. Our sky. It turned towards the ocean, and sank into it. When it was gone, the visions faded, and the room was empty.
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Dr. Arnold: I see. After that?
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T-5 Onru: Hollis ran. I followed her. She said nothing until we reached the machine. She told me that she had been there, alone, for some time. She said she knew how to turn it on. She said that she did not know where she would go, but that she needed to take the things she saw and bury them in the darkness. Before she could start the machine, the creatures from the containment cells came into that chamber, and I was terminated.
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Dr. Arnold: Did Captain Hollis say anything to you before you died?
Mission Debrief Interview
+Date: ██/██/████
+Interviewee: Dr. Mohammad Scott, Site-13 Assistant Director of Temporal Studies
+Interviewer: Director Willam Vesterland
+Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction
+Subject: SCP-1730
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Notes:The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
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Dir. Vesterland: Please state your name for the record.
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Dr. Scott: My name is Doctor Mohammad Scott.
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Dir. Vesterland: You seem to be a little out of place, Dr. Scott.
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Dr. Scott: (Laughs) Only a little. Our two timelines were not so different, I think.
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Dir. Vesterland: Except for the one thing.
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Dr. Scott: Yes, there is that.
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Dir. Vesterland: Tell me about Site-13.
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Dr. Scott: Site-13… do you want the brief version, or…?
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Dir. Vesterland: As thorough as you can be.
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Dr. Scott: Very well. Originally, there were plans to build a large containment facility in the American midwest, but that was before… let me back up. In 1964, the Foundation discovered a massive, dead sea creature washed up on the shore near the Indian/Bangladeshi border. No facility in the region had the kind of infrastructure it took to hold the body of this entity, let alone study it, so several ships were dispatched and it was dragged through the ocean back towards the United States. Prior to this, the plan was to build Site-19 in the American midwest, but afterwards it was decided that there was no way to conceal a creature of this size and shuttle it across the US mainland. So after some deliberation, the Site-19 plans were scrapped and the focus was given to another facility, near Nome, Alaska. That was Site-13. Even in the beginning, it was massive. Considerably larger than any other site the Foundation managed, and it quickly became our premiere containment facility. It was remote, fortified, and best of all, easily concealed in the snow and ice. After the Soviet Union collapsed in ‘85, we learned that they didn’t even know Site-13 existed, let alone where it was.
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Dir. Vesterland: I see. When did you join the Foundation, Dr. Scott?
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Dr. Scott: Oh, in… ‘76. I joined straight out of university, recruited by one of the administrators at my school. That was back when we were still independent, I worked at Site-22 in Bermuda. The best job I ever had. (Laughs) It was a much different Foundation.
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Dir. Vesterland: Tell me about what happened to the Foundation.
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Dr. Scott: (Pauses) Site-13 was very expensive to operate, and there were some… financial difficulties. In 1994, a Marxist extremist from the Ukraine detonated a bomb in the basement of the Manchester Financial Tower7 in Chicago. A fire started at the base of the building, and eventually the tower collapsed at its base and fell over on its side. Thousands died. The United States government was enraged at the Foundation after it was discovered that the extremist in question had used an anomaly to enter the basement and get past security. Thought that the billions of dollars that the United States were funneling to the Foundation were being wasted. After the 1996 election, President Dole decided to cut all funding for Foundation sites in the States. All available funding went to keeping those sites afloat, and with the weight of Site-13… the situation was dire.
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Dir. Vesterland: So what happened?
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Dr. Scott: A compromise. A former Dole staffer named Paul Manafort was appointed as the Secretary General of the Global Occult Coalition, and came to us with a solution. We group our resources with the Coalition’s, combining our efforts to protect normalcy under their leadership. We would keep our name and our Sites, but directors would be appointed by the UN Security Council. We would once again receive funding from the United States, as well as that generated by the United Nations, and would be able to keep the lights on.
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Dir. Vesterland: But…
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Dr. Scott: But the Overseer Council refused. They hunkered down at Overwatch Command and refused to bend the knee. Then, a few years later, a site in Portland, Oregon collapsed due to crumbling infrastructure and a creature we called the dream whale was spotted floating down the California coast. This was very early internet days, but that didn’t stop film cameras, and… it was a disaster. The Overseers mobilized all of our task forces in the area, but we didn’t even have the money for the amnestics. In a day it would be over San Francisco, and that would basically be the end of it. (Pause) Then we got an internet email that the Overseer Council had been disbanded and that the Foundation was now under the operation of the GOC. Secretary General Manafort and the Security Council established a new board of directors overnight, and before the sun rose the dream whale was recontained and every loose end was tied up.
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Dir. Vesterland: Nobody resisted the change in leadership?
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Dr. Scott: Why would we? We suddenly had money. We were suddenly no longer having to decide between taking notes on the backs of our hands or not taking them at all. Secretary General Manafort installed a new Foundation Administrator, Vice President Jack Kemp, but he was little more than a figurehead. New directors were appointed, most of them from our own site staffs, so… it looked good, honestly. We were finally able to carry out our mission to its fullest. We had technology, we had personnel, it was wonderful. (Pause) And then we started to hear about people being reassigned. Anomalies being shipped off-site and never returning. You would hear people talk about “oh, so-and-so is in trouble now, they’re going to be sent to Site-13.” I thought most of it was just talk, and then I was reassigned, in 2003.
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Dir. Vesterland: What was it like?
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Dr. Scott: Cold. Site-13 was immense and the lights stayed on, but that facility was always cold. They were always working on the site, more and more construction underground, and they kept leaving exterior doors open. At first it wasn’t so bad. I was able to keep doing my research, and I had more funding than ever. Temporal/Spatial studies, you know. The director then was Jack Bright, one of the old doctors from back in the day. Very charismatic. The staff loved him. He had a medallion he wore, some anomaly from way back that made him immortal. So long as he had it on, he wouldn’t age. Anyway, things were great for a few years. Then one day, another popular doctor is found dead in her office. Cynthia Light. The story we all get is that Bright had fancied her, but when he found she was with another man he went and killed her in a fit of passion. Bright is summarily locked up, and Elliott Emerson is installed as the director of Site-13. He…
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Dir. Vesterland: What’s that?
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Dr. Scott: Emerson was on one of Bright’s research teams when he was assigned to Site-15. He wasn’t a popular doctor, but he was a good administrator and helped make sure that the important projects stayed afloat during the financial crisis. He was on the short list of people to become the director of Site-13 after the reorganization, but Bright got picked over him. Some people said he felt slighted. A lot of people said he framed Bright. I think Manafort didn’t like Bright’s anti-Coalition sentiments, had him made out to be some dangerous anomaly that had to be contained, then put Emerson up because nobody would complain about Emerson. He was very middle-of-the-road. Didn’t stand out much. Elliott ended up… doing some terrible things, but I truly believe he was only doing them because Manafort demanded it.
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Dir. Vesterland: What kind of terrible things?
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Dr. Scott: I didn’t see much until years later, but… we always heard about things happening deeper below the site. They were building all of the new containment cells, and research facilities. Then they built the incinerator. Originally it was made so they could dispose of the body of that sea monster from before, but then they just started using it for… everything. At first they were doing some invasive testing on anomalous animals. Then on humans. Then the vivisections began. The Ethics Committee tried to step in, but they were removed. They dragged the old chairman, Jeremiah Cimmerian, out into the commons at Site-17 and shot him in the head for being a traitor. Peter Grenwald became the new Foundation/GOC Ethics Head, and of course all of the new tests were approved. I don’t know what they were testing for, but… if you were anomalous and you weren’t found to have it, you went into the body pit. We kept hearing “it’s for the greater good, it’s for the protection of mankind”, what were we supposed to do? Speak out and end up like Cimmerian? (Pauses) Maybe for a braver man. But I knew the work I was doing was good, so I kept my head down and carried on. Then… well, (laughs) it sounds silly now. In 2010 we contained God. Not just any god, either. The Abrahamic God. The actual, thunder and lightning, Y-H-W-H, fire and brimstone god. I don’t know how they managed it; some technology developed by the Coalition, I’m sure. And that was just the first. They filled Site-13 to the brim with everything they could get their hands on.
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Dir. Vesterland: (Pauses) Well. That is… a lot. I guess the only other question I have immediately is… what happened to Site-13?
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Dr. Scott: Vera Hadley. Doctor of Internal Medicine from some site in Italy. For a few years, she was the site’s Chief Biologist. The Security Council made her the Assistant Director of Anomalous Biology at the same time I was promoted to the same position for Temporal Studies. She and Elliott had been… together… and she pretty adamantly opposed everything he was making us do. Elliott kept his tail between his legs, but Manafort wouldn’t have it. He had her stripped of her position after just three months, and demoted to junior researcher after that. One night after staging some kind of demonstration, some guards showed up and… well… they stripped her naked and inspected her for contraband, right in the middle of the main corridor. When they were done and satisfied, they nearly beat her to death and left her there. Myself and a few other doctors took her to the medical center and she recovered, but she never really recovered. Something inside her had died, or been replaced with something else. She did something, hatched some scheme. She sent me an email about it, the night before she did it, but I didn’t pay any attention. When it happened, and when that… thing, attacked the site, Emerson came and begged me to turn on the Thresher. It was supposed to be an absolutely last ditch effort to protect the world, a wholly untested piece of technology that was just as likely to have burned the world than saved it. Its entire existence was the result of a joke, one that I might have taken too seriously at the time, but either way. I refused, told him the risk was too great, that even if it worked, we were just creating a problem for another world, but… he was inconsolable. He told me that staying and facing the Secretary General would be a fate worse than death. He pulled a gun on me, demanded I do it. I fled. Went to gather my team in the hopes that we could escape, but before we could even leave our lab, it happened. (Pauses) It…
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Dir. Vesterland: Are you alright?
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Dr. Scott: Yes. The Thresher was a complicated machine. I guess I should count myself lucky that we survived at all, but… we may very well have been in that strange space between worlds for a thousand years. When we awoke, we were still in Site-13, but the cells were thrown open and the inmates were loose. If you had not come down for us, we would have died. (Pause) I am certain of this.
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Dir. Vesterland: Do you know where Site-13 has gone?
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Dr. Scott: There is no way to predict it. Chances are it will be a place like this, but then, it may not. It could be any number of strange and unknown worlds. (Pauses) You knew someone who was left within.
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Dir. Vesterland: I do.
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Dr. Scott: As do I. We were not the only survivors, though there were not many of us. They… well. They did not fare as well as we did. It is a tragedy, but there is nothing that can be done now. (Pauses) I only hope… maybe… I hope that after all this, Emerson has found some peace. He truly was a great doctor, and he was my friend.
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Dir. Vesterland: I… of course. Thank you for your time, Dr. Scott. We’ll speak again soon.
Filename: explo.jpg
+Name: Old South Fremantle Power Station (6916665231).jpg
+Author: Aaron Meads
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: exploration.jpg
+Name: Defense.gov photo essay 080605-F-3798Y-294.jpg
+Author: Tech Sgt. Cohen A. Young
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: The Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) is to monitor the Foundation database for instances of SCP-2193-1. The instances are to be logged and removed, and the holding Site's (if applicable) personnel will require amnestic therapy. Provisional Site-███, Site-51 and Observation Site-██ are to be exempted from this procedure, in order to facilitate observation of the phenomenon. Contact with these Sites at any level (whether through in-person visits, or simply phone/email communication) is restricted, to prevent further contamination of Mission-Critical Sites.
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Description: SCP-2193-1 is an infohazardous anomaly affecting the documentation for items and entities in the Foundation database. It often appears in the object's Special Containment Procedures or addenda, and references an operation referred to as the 'Monthly Termination' of Class-D personnel. No evidence for the initial adoption or implementation of such a policy exists in any Foundation records, as verified by a RAISA investigation into all prior O5/Administrator mandates and SDECotW resolutions.
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SCP-2193-1 is automatically inserted into a random digital SCP slot at irregular intervals. The method by which it is generated is unknown.
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Individuals who are exposed to SCP-2193-1 are subjected to a memetic effect, wherein they fully believe the Monthly Termination of Class-D personnel to be a valid Foundation operation. This belief can be easily spread through any and all forms of communication solely by containing the phrase 'Monthly Termination'. Uninfected personnel who possess doubt or suspicion are able to be overcome with simple rhetoric supporting the policy. The infected continue to operate as if SCP-2193 has always been a Foundation-held policy, and there is a noted lack of cognitive dissonance when presented with conflicting information.
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Aside from the excessive expenditure of Class-D personnel, Sites and individuals infected are able to perform their duties exceptionally, and without undue complications. The first known document to host SCP-2193-1, SCP-███; has been removed from the database, and is undergoing review from the Foundation Counterconceptual Division.
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No internal documentation or instructions exist that detail the actual termination process. Regardless, infected individuals and departments operate and 'terminate' Class-D personnel in a uniform manner. Remote observation of Sites ███ and ███, as well as security footage from affected Sites prior to SCP-2193's discovery have revealed the 'Monthly Termination' process:
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On the final day of the month, testing is suspended on any SCPs which would involve Class-D testing.
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Approximately one third of the Site's resident Class-D population will stand facing their cell doors.2
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A sufficient detachment of security personnel will arrive to escort the Class-D in a single-file line throughout the facility. Though the guards will be armed, no restraints are placed on the Class-D.
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Researchers, Level 0, and other personnel not directly involved in the process will avoid the path the officers/Class-D follow. This is perfectly choreographed, despite the lack of planning/forewarning.
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The Class-D will be led to a point outside the facility, and taken to an area that is not covered by surveillance systems.3
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Sub-dermal tracking implants on the Class-D cease function.
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The security guards return to the facility. The officers will claim to have terminated the Class-D via their sidearms.4
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Recovery: SCP-2193 was discovered on 10/31/1994, by AIAD PROJECT: CORINTHIAN (aka: "Glacon"), after its initial upload to Site-17. The Site was undergoing an SCP-2193 event, which the AI observed through the surveillance system. It attempted to contact then-Site Director J. O███████, as the AI interpreted the procedure as illogical, and without precedent. Its communications were disregarded.
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The AI correctly deduced the presence of a memetic effect. It began the process of removing SCP-2193-1 throughout the Site's backup digital files, as well as every entry of the main database accessible by Site-17 personnel. It completed the process before the D-Class had been removed from their cells, and disabled the doors' electronic locks.
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Dietrich M. Lurk was contacted by Site-17 Security Chief, who requested his assistance in disabling the AI's system override. D. Lurk investigated the situation, and finding the AI to be acting in accordance with Standard Principles, instead alerted MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil").
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Site-17, along with twelve other Sites had to be quarantined, with their corresponding records wiped of SCP-2193-1. Provisional Site-███ and Observation Site-██ were exempted for testing purposes.
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Addendum: Incident Log 2193/███
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Foreword:On 01/31/1999 at 01:30, Provisional Site-███ underwent an SCP-2193 event. During the transport of Class-D, behavioral changes were noted in both the detainees and the guards. The Class-D repeatedly expressed concern over their fate, while the guards apologized profusely. The following is an excerpt taken from Agent Ysson's head cam as the event reached its conclusion.
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01:59:23: The group approaches a rounded clearing in the woods 2km South of the Site.
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02:01:46: The Class-D continue directly towards the clearing's center. The guards branch out, and form a ring around the group. This formation is congruous with previous observations.
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02:04:32: The guards around the Class-D's perimeter turn away from the group and obscure their head cams, excluding Agent Ysson.
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Agent Ysson:[Indecipherable due to sudden interference, presumably 'Not']"…again"
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02:05:05: D-1920 lifts vertically, and hovers in place .3 meters off the ground.
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02:05:09: D-1920 continues upward, at an estimated speed of 35,000 km/hr. D-1823 begins to hover.
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02:05:12-02:06:58: This process repeats for each present Class-D.5 They are taken individually.
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02:06:58: Agent Ysson watches the final Class-D depart, and fixates on the full moon.
02:07:35: Agent Ysson begins to run. In the background, the other guards can be seen remaining in their position.
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02:07:39: Agent Ysson is lifted in a manner similar to the Class-D.
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02:07:41: Camera feed cuts as the Agent reaches the stratosphere.
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Afterword:Under questioning, the guards asserted that Agent Ysson had been attacked by the Class-D, and that he had been killed in the resulting altercation.
Special Containment Procedures: A copy of SCP-2405 is to be maintained by the Department of Information Technology in the Secure Foundation Network File System (SFNFS) at all times. Access to SCP-2405 is to be restricted to the current head of the SCP-2405 Automated Experimentation Project. As of Experiment-2405-279198, videos derived from SCP-2405 are to be screened by a Cognitohazard-Sanitizing Expert System (CSES) before being viewed by humans.
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Description: SCP-2405 is a MPEG-4 Part 141 video file originally named 2017_acf_nats_fianls.mp4 [sic], with non-deterministic content. Although the file size and the binary representation of SCP-2405 resembles those of similar non-anomalous .mp4 files, SCP-2405 has the anomalous property that each time SCP-2405 is opened by a program capable of playing video files, a different video, albeit one that is thematically similar to previous videos, will be played. That anomalous property is maintained by copies of instances of SCP-2405 created by an operating system's copy and paste function2, renamed instances of SCP-2405, and instances of SCP-2405 whose metadata has been modified, but not by instances of SCP-2405 whose video data has been modified.
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Without variation, SCP-2405 depicts a game of quizbowl3, conforming to the 20/204 format used by the Academic Competition Federation (ACF)5, being played on the stage of a lecture hall as the final match of a tournament. The games depicted by SCP-2405 can vary drastically in their participants, content, and, in less than 0.0005% of all cases, historical context. The contents of some games, if taken as fact, suggest that those games, if not nearly every game depicted by SCP-2405, take place in timelines which have diverged from Baseline history. Because of the extreme rarity of such games, they were discovered only through the SCP-2405 Automated Experimentation Project, in which recurrent neural networks were trained to identify dissimilarities with Baseline history.
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SCP-2405 was identified on ██/██/2016 by PANOPTES, a Foundation web-crawler designed to analyze videos on video-uploading and file-sharing websites for non-deterministic content. SCP-2405 was found on and retrieved from █████, a popular file-sharing website, before it was removed from that website under Standard Cover E-3 ("Internet Piracy"). Under the same cover, Foundation agents gained access to the databases of that website to determine the origin of SCP-2405, although no records that identified the uploader of SCP-2405 could be found. The discovery of the origin of SCP-2405 remains a priority in research concerning SCP-2405, as does the source of its anomalous properties.
Identification Number: 0
+Comments: The binary representation of an instance of SCP-2405 was copied to another file, but the instance of SCP-2405 itself was not copied by an operating system's copy and paste function. Thus, the resulting video file, which purports to depict the final match of the 2017 ACF Nationals tournament, did not maintain the anomalous properties of SCP-2405. Because it is believed that this file is a representation of the Baseline future, and the 2017 ACF Nationals tournament has not taken place as of the writing of this entry (██/██/2016), data describing the content of the video file from this experiment has been expunged due to concerns regarding causality.
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Identification Number: 135383
+Comments: First experiment in which divergent historical content was observed. The video depicted the final match of the 2017 ACF Nationals tournament, played between teams from the "Free University of Chicago" and the "Workers' Institute of Industrial Technology." Divergent historical content was observed in questions regarding the time period roughly following World War I. Specifically, the United States was said to have seen a "Second American Revolution" in the year 1921, resulting in the formation of a socialist regime under a radicalized Eugene V. Debs6. The regime, which was implied to have survived to 2017, fought World War II against an alliance of absolutist monarchies led by Russia, Japan, and the Ottoman Empire. The war was described only in the context of a "Battle of Yalta," leaving the overall outcome of the war unclear.
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Identification Number: 279198
+Comments: The video depicted the final match of the 2017 ACF Nationals tournament, played between teams from the University of Maryland and the University of Chicago. In a tossup about her, Dr. ████ █████, a Foundation memeticist, was said to be a "leader in the field of memetics." Describing research conducted by Dr. █████ in the field of counter-memetics, the tossup verbally gave a counter-meme said to be created by Dr. █████, followed by the meme it countered7. When tested on D-75500, the meme caused D-75500 to clap uncontrollably until he was given the counter-meme. After Experiment-2405-279198, mandatory screening by a CSES was implemented.
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Identification Number: 427028
+Comments: The video depicted the final match of the 2017 National Jinshi8 Selection tournament, played between two teams of unaffiliated players, all of whom appeared to be of Han Chinese and/or Native American descent. All questions were given in Classical Chinese, and the distribution of questions eschewed typically-included subjects like science and fine arts in favor of Confucian classics and pre-Qing Dynasty era Chinese history. After the conclusion of the match, the members of the winning team were given embroidered badges, which were sewn into their clothes in a ceremony to confer them the status of jinshi of an "Imperial Republic of Fusang9."
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Identification Number: 552071
+Comments: The video depicted the final match of a competition between two groups identified as the Kara and Söŕ clans. All questions were given in a language resembling Proto-Turkic, with loanwords from Siouan languages. Said language has not yet been completely translated by Foundation linguists, but linguistic analysis of the questions suggested that they concerned animal husbandry, migration patterns, raids on other nomadic peoples, and shamanic knowledge. A violent dispute erupted in the middle of the match between two players over differences in their clans' shamanic teachings, resulting in both players being summarily expelled. The "lecture hall" in which the match took place was not part of a building, but was instead a large tent erected on a field.
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Identification Number: 759409
+Comments: The video depicted the final match of an unnamed tournament, played between teams from the "Harvard School of Elocution" and the "State Recitation Academy." All individuals present wore dress uniforms similar to those of US Army officers. Prior to the beginning of the match, each player swore an oath, declaring, "I stand in solidarity with the Overseers, who shelter us from the darkness of the Catastrophe. I raise my voice and my mind upwards towards knowledge, so that we may reclaim the Lost Words." The distribution of the questions completely eschewed literature, fine arts, history, and science (with the exception of nuclear physics) in favor of agriculture, mechanics, military science, and elocution. No electrical appliances were visible in the video, and the room was lit by gas lamps. No written words, writing implements, or writing surfaces were visible in the video, and unlike nearly all previous videos, the questions were not read by the moderator, but recited from memory.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2552 is currently contained in a standard humanoid containment unit located at Site-17. SCP-2552 is to be fed three meals a day and is allowed fluids upon request. Personnel delivering food or fluid to SCP-2552 are not to interact with it. SCP-2552 is to be allowed access to recreational activities upon request in exchange for cooperative behavior, as well as paper and crayon to make requests. SCP-2552 is to be interviewed on a weekly basis by Dr. Lin. More frequent interviews may be granted upon request, depending on continued cooperative behavior and Dr. Lin's schedule. Interviews with SCP-2552 are to be accompanied by one other personnel of any level. These personnel are not to interact with Dr. Lin during the interview and are not to interact with SCP-2552 at all.
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Should Dr. Lin be permanently unavailable, SCP-2552 is to be notified of this in writing so it may prepare to familiarize itself with the replacement. Potential replacements must fit criteria detailed in Document-2552 and follow familiarizing methods as detailed in Protocol 2552. The personnel selected for replacement is encouraged to maintain a cordial relationship with SCP-2552 in order to better study it. However, care must be taken to maintain SCP-2552's ignorance of the Foundation and other Groups of Interest.
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Description: SCP-2552 is a 14 year old multiethnic male (Han Chinese and African American primarily) known as "Kevin Sanders". SCP-2552 displays no physiological abnormalities. SCP-2552 is fluent in both Simplified Chinese (Mandarin dialect) and American English.
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SCP-2552 is incapable of perceiving humans it is unfamiliar with. Instead, SCP-2552 perceives a specific entity referred to as SCP-2552-A in the place of any humans it is unfamiliar with and will perceive multiple identical iterations of SCP-2552-A if interacting with multiple unfamiliar humans. SCP-2552-A is only able to be visually recorded if SCP-2552 is using the equipment with the intention of filming SCP-2552-A. SCP-2552-A varies its appearance and appears to be sapient. SCP-2552-A will vaguely mimic the actions of the human it is replacing but will purposefully exaggerate movements and facial expressions with the apparent intention of encouraging SCP-2552 to avoid human contact. The most reliable way to communicate and gain familiarity with SCP-2552 is to converse through writing.
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Currently, SCP-2552 perceives every other human it has met as SCP-2552-A with the only exception being Dr. Lin, who developed the currently-used method of gaining familiarity with SCP-2552. SCP-2552 is highly cooperative with Dr. Lin; it is believed that SCP-2552 is dependent on Dr. Lin for emotional support and fulfillment of social needs.
Date: December █, 20██
+Interviewee: SCP-2552
+Interviewer: Dr. Lin
+Notes: This interview is the first interview in which SCP-2552 was able to discuss SCP-2552-A with Dr. Lin in significant detail. The process of providing an unfamiliar human for SCP-2552-A to be perceived had not yet been implemented in order to allow SCP-2552 a feeling of safety with Dr. Lin. SCP-2552 had been provided with writing material in the case it becomes too anxious to speak. Dr. Lin has been granted temporary permission to freely use SCP-2552's name in order to foster a cordial relationship with SCP-2552.
+[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Lin: Good afternoon. How are we doing today?
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SCP-2552: [SCP-2552 chews on sleeve for a period of approximately three seconds.] [indistinct mumbling]
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Dr. Lin: I'm afraid you will have to speak up for me to be able to hear you.
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SCP-2552: Have you figured out what's wrong with me yet?
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Dr. Lin: Unfortunately not. We'd need more information about the entity you see in order to be able to help you, Kevin. Do you think you could do that for me today?
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SCP-2552: I think so. I call her Susana. She has a real name but it hurts too much to think about.
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Dr. Lin: When did you first begin seeing Susana?
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SCP-2552: Maybe when I was 6 or 7 I had an imaginary friend I called her Susana. Back then I would pretend that some random strangers I see were Susana just pretending to be people and it was a fun game like hide and seek with her. My mom thought it was cute and encouraged the strangers to play along. Somewhere along the line, I dunno maybe six and a half that things started getting weird.
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Dr. Lin: Would you mind explaining further?
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SCP-2552: I noticed when I was really little some people weren't like me pretending that they were her. They were really her. I remember having a big argument with her, because it was really inconvenient that I was trying to buy ice cream from the ice cream truck and she showed up and started talking to me. I think I told her I knew she wasn't real and told her I wasn't gonna pretend her into people anymore. Then, then she started getting mad and and-[SCP-2552 begins to cry.]
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Dr. Lin: Do you want to stop now?
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SCP-2552: [SCP-2552 shakes his head.] She disappeared for a while after that. I didn't try to pretend her into people anymore. I think after my tenth birthday I saw her again at the park. Maybe she was a homeless man or something but she looked up and grinned and her grin was, was really disturbing. Too big. Reached up to me and asked for change but the voice was all messed up. I got scared and ran back and, and after a while she kept showing up, more and more often until she was- she was everywhere. She was everyone. People wouldn't believe me, so I, I got pictures o-on my phone… Then you people came along…
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Dr. Lin: It's okay now, Kevin. We're going to fix this, I promise.
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SCP-2552: Please hurry. I miss my mom. I miss my friends. I miss everything.
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Dr. Lin: We'll do our best. When you've calmed down enough I'll take you to your room, ok? [Dr. Lin reaches over to squeeze SCP-2552's hand in a reassuring manner.]
Date: March █, 20██
+Interviewee: SCP-2552-A
+Interviewer: Dr. Lin
+Notes: SCP-2552 was given a blindfold for this interview and was requested to hold recording equipment in order to conduct the interview with SCP-2552-A. The recording was available to Dr. Lin in real time to allow her to react to SCP-2552-A appropriately. This was the first attempt at establishing contact with SCP-2552-A, taking the place of D-7220 at the time of interview.
+[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Lin: Hello. Can you understand me?
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SCP-2552-A: [SCP-2552-A appears to be a humanoid mass of Brachyceran fly larvae, commonly known as maggots, with a lamprey mouth in place of a human mouth. Several of the larvae shrivel and blacken, forming into a 'YES'. SCP-2552-A continues communicating in this manner.]
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Dr. Lin: [Dr. Lin pauses for ten seconds upon viewing the recording.] Do you know where you are right now?
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SCP-2552-A: YES. YOU ARE A FRIEND.
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Dr. Lin: Are you aware of your influence on SCP-2552?
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SCP-2552-A: I DON'T WANT TO DIE. YOU KNOW? I'VE BEEN THERE. TO NOTHING.
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Dr. Lin: I do not understand. Would you be willing to explain?
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SCP-2552-A: YOU CAN'T BLAME ME. YOU WOULD DO THE SAME. IN MY POSITION. YOU CAN'T BLAME ME. I'M NOT BAD.
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Dr. Lin: I'm not blaming you for anything, SCP-2552-A. I only want to understand.
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SCP-2552-A: I DON'T MEAN. TO HURT HIM. I JUST WANT TO LIVE TOO. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? [SCP-2552-A appears to tilt its head back and its facial area splits in half. Greenish slime is produced from the resulting hole. This movement coincides with D-2270 leaning back and yawning.]
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Dr. Lin: Please calm down. I am not going to hurt you.
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SCP-2552-A: I WANT TO LIVE. I WANT TO LIVE. I JUST. WANT TO LIVE. I AM NO K[illegible]. I CANNOT SIMPLY. LEAVE A STORY. THAT NO LONGER SUITS ME.
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Dr. Lin: Could you explain further?
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SCP-2552-A: THERE IS NO POINT. I JUST. WANT TO LIVE. [SCP-2552-A refuses to answer any other questions.]
Object Class: Safe There's something going on, seems to keep us from being able to edit this slot. Probably whatever's making you write in the format.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2712 is fully self-contained in the SCP database. Multiple redundant backup files of SCP-2712 are to be stored on all major Foundation mainframes. SCP-2712 is to be read by at least one Level 4 or higher Foundation employee on a daily basis. All efforts are to be made to return Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews to human form. Yeah, we're working as hard as we can to get you back. The AO broke during the test, there's not much we can do until we figured out exactly what happened.
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Description: SCP-2712 is currently believed to be a combination of the metaphysical concepts of Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews and the virtual documentation for SCP-2712. The textual content of SCP-2712 is fully controlled by SCP-2712. SCP-2712 is only able to express itself in what Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews would have identified as the standard SCP documentation format, including a standard Object Class, Special Containment Procedures, Description, Addendum, and written in what Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews would perceive as clinical tone. Outside sources seem unable to alter the textual contents of SCP-2712, though SCP-2712 is aware of attempts to do so through unknown means. SCP-2712 currently speculates that it will continue to exist as long as at least one copy of the documentation for SCP-2712 continues to exist. It should be noted that SCP-2712 retains the ability to view files in the Foundation database with Level 2 or lower clearance. Alright, we still haven't figured how to get you out, but we're still trying to figure it out. Also, NOTICE THIS TEXT ALREADY! You have no clue how much work it is to get clearance to try and contact you.
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SCP-2712 currently speculates that it was created as a result of a laboratory accident while testing AO #7130's informational transfer capabilities.1 Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews was declared KIA. Designation of KIA status was in error, as the accident did not kill Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews, but instead transferred the subject to the entry slot for SCP-2712. Yup, that's about what happened. We've tried fixing up 7130, but it still doesn't seem to be working right. Look, it might just be that the anomaly is keeping you from responding to this, but I need you to get around it and respond. Command's just about ready to stop trying.
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Addendum: Recovered notes from Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews.
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From: Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews
+To: Foundation Staff Members
+12/21/1998
+
It's dark in here. Or maybe not so much dark as just… not light, because there's no darkness to see either. Not much here, just the emptiness, my thoughts, and the words. So many words. At least I have some good reading material to keep me occupied.
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I'll go ahead and get the description of this place out of the way. Imagine that you have no body except for the words you say. That your thoughts drift without having anything to latch on to. Your entire existence feels, if that word is even applicable here, almost poetic. But it's a lonely existence. Too lonely. I'm not dead yet, guys, and I want to go home. Break me out. -JoshCommand's shut down attempts to get you out. I did get permission to keep contacting you, though.
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From: Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews
+To: Foundation Staff Members
+2/23/1999
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Should you guys make any progress, please post the results to the entry for SCP-9999, it doesn't look like we'll be using it for a while. Also, it will really help the flow of information if you could highlight those black bars. Neat little trick I found that lets me get around the need to behave like an obedient little SCP entry. Alright, I got the green light to post a message there and leave it up for a few days. Please respond.
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From: Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews
+To: Anyone reading this
+8/5/1999
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When you guys get the chance, you might want to have some people from memetics and IT run through the database, you've got a few rogue AIs and concepts hiding out down here, just make sure you don't accidentally scrub me. If you guys figure out how to get amnestics in here, let me know, I'm going to need them after meeting some of this stuff. Speaking of getting things in here, did you guys make any progress on figuring out how I got in? I know it's only been a few months, but there haven't been any changes to the SCP-9999 slot. Doesn't someone at least have a hypothesis? There still seems to be something stopping you from seeing the messages. Snap out of it already.
h1 guy5. I f0und 0u7 1 c4n st111 ge7 s1ck. g01ng to st4y 4w4y fr0m 7he 7^@$#OVAR 9000!!!1!!*(#$lot 4 a wh11e. h3res h0pping that 1 h4ve an 1mmune r3sp0nce and can get bETER!!!!!!1!!!1!111!!#$%^ s00n. !@#i'manorphanwithnofamilybutlotsofmoneybwahahahaha!@
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From: Junior Researcher JoshuaAndrews
+To: Anyone reading this
+8/31/2000
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1 seem to have gotten over most of the virus. A few lingering symptoms here and there. Hey! Maybe when I get out, we can use my 1mmune tissues to figure out how to get rid of 732! Speaking of that, have you figured out anything about how to get me out? Communication is going to be cut off for a while. Command isn't too happy about you spreading the virus around the database.
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From: JoshuaAndrews
+To: Anyone
+10/26/2000
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You know, I used to think about getting married, maybe raising a few kids. It might have been an impossible goal, given our line of work, but it was a goal just the same. I had it all planned out in my head, I would take the girl for a walk by he lake, just as all the leaves were about to fall off the trees. I'd get down on one knee, make some cheesy remark based on what I knew her favorite things were, and wait for her answer… I wonder if I'll ever get the chance. The leaves are probably beautiful right now.
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From: JoshuaAndrews
+To: Anyone
+12/22/2000
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♫ Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear Joshua, happy birthday to me. ♫
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From: Joshua
+To: All you [EXPLETIVE]
+12/25/2000
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Look, I'm really working on being patient, I really am, but it's been about two years now. Even if you guys aren't going to get me out could you at least tell me why? Are you worried about neutralizing an anomaly? Crosscontamination? Is there something you guys need me to do in here? Do you need incentive of some sort? Anyway, just… stay in touch. Please.
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Merry Christmas.
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From: Joshua
+To: All of you
+12/26/2000
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Okay, I've blown off some steam. I'm just going to hibernate until someone adds something to SCP-9999. I'll keep checking every few weeks. If SCP-9999 isn't working, just add it somewhere else I'm likely to see it.
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From: Joshua
+To: you
+7/7/2005
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A frog. You gave the 9999 space to a frog. Fine, just put the info in the SCP-9998 slot.
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+To:
+12/21/2008
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Ten years. Ten years with no help, no news, and no hope. I hope you're happy out there.
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+To:
+9/17/2010
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Alright, consider this my letter of resignation, or notice of neutralization, or something like that. At this point, you've made it clear that you either can't or won't help me. There's… someone else here. I guess she was able to get around your software sweeps. Don't bother trying to find either of us, we found a backdoor in the database, and should be gone by the time you're reading this.
I don't miss when I was a kid, but I definitely miss who I was when I was a kid.
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This is a collaboration between myself and Faminepulse. Most of the credit oughta rightfully be theirs, given that this was their idea originally, I just put a little bit of work into it.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2986 is kept on floor 9 of Site-88. Any person wishing to use SCP-2986 must have approval from personnel with at least a level 2 Security Clearance. Any objects recovered within SCP-2986 are to be housed in a secure locker adjacent to the chamber.
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Description: SCP-2986 is a cardboard box that was originally utilized in the delivery of a Whirlpool refrigeration unit (addressed to Jupiter, Florida). When SCP-2986 is entered and sealed, the object will take on the appearance of the interior of a space-faring vessel. Technology within the vessel is beyond that of current human development, but appears to be designed for the use of humanoid individuals.
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The vessel can be exited through manual operation of a decompression chamber located in the ship's rear. While outside of the vessel one is subject to vacuum. There are no stars visible from the vessel's vantage point to indicate its location. Writing on the side of the spaceship reads “voyajer”. The vessel is capable of moving at speeds faster than light and appears to have an unlimited fuel supply. Despite this fact and years of testing, no other object, lifeforms, star, or planetary body, has been found within SCP-2986.
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Three corpses were discovered inside the object upon recovery. The ship’s crew were listed as “Pirate Jimmy Billings”, deceased at 55, “Sara Ackerman”, deceased at 55, “Capten (sic) Billy Abraham”, deceased at 56, and "Mary Jones", missing. Written records by these individuals indicate that the vessel encountered various lifeforms during the first twelve days of use by these individuals, then sparingly for 7 years afterwards. There is no record of an encounter for the remaining 43 years.
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The cause of death for Sara Ackerman and Jimmy Billings appears to be a single gunshot wound to the head at close range. Billy Abraham appears to have committed suicide soon afterwards. No signs of a struggle are evident on any of the three bodies.
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The vessel's operating system utilizes a variant combination of Spanish and Chinese. Several written and recorded logs in English have been recovered from the computer system that originate from vessel's deceased occupants. No audio logs belonging to Mary Jones are recoverable from the computer records. The following is the most recent log which references the individual.
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Pirate Jimmy Billings's log: Day 4958
+If we turn around maybe we can find the Gorblaks again. Or the Pufferkins. I barely remember them, but I know they existed. Billy says it was all a dream. That it's still a dream. That we'll wake up one day. He says we just have to keep going.
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Mary agrees with me. She says she's going to go talk to Billy tomorrow.
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Addendum A:
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Missing person reports from Jupiter, Florida indicate that Billy Abraham disappeared in 1965. School records, however, indicate that the remaining individuals continued attendance until 1977.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-3122 are to be stored in a Faraday-cage-shielded storage container when not being used for testing.
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Evidence of the existence of Elevix Electronics and any products produced by it are to be removed from public awareness using standard data-censoring protocols.
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Description: SCP-3122 is a series of consumer satellite navigation systems produced by the now-defunct "Elevix Electronics". The anomalous effects of SCP-3122 manifest when the following conditions are met:
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The currently active journey on SCP-3122 is estimated to take over three hours to complete.
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The vehicle in which SCP-3122 is situated has currently undergone at least two hours of the programmed journey.
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At some point following the two-hour mark, SCP-3122 loses its signal tracking. No specific cause for the loss of signal is required.
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Once these conditions have been met, following the loss of signal SCP-3122 will connect to an unknown source from which it will begin receiving information. The vehicle in which SCP-3122 is installed, along with any occupants of the vehicle and SCP-3122 itself will be translocated to SCP-3122-1.
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SCP-3122-1 is a topologically inconsistent pocket of space-time which initially resembles the area from which SCP-3122 and its associated vehicle were removed. Once within SCP-3122-1, SCP-3122 will begin to relay instructions that are increasingly nonsensical, and SCP-3122-1 itself will begin to change both its layout and contents, with the severity of these effects increasing over time.
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After a period of time following the victim's entrance into SCP-3122-1, typically between 24 and 72 hours, the vehicle will re-enter standard reality at the final destination point of the original journey. SCP-3122 will be present within the vehicle, though any lifeforms will be missing.
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An investigation into Elevix Electronics revealed a number of consumer electronics developed by the company, many of which demonstrate anomalous properties. No record of the creation of the company, or any employees working for it, could be found. The registered business address for the company was determined to be a large warehouse containing numerous crates of SCP-3122 instances.
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Analysis of recovered security footage from the areas around the warehouse revealed repeated visits by a single individual, determined to be PoI-30808 (Shazira Masaani). PoI-30808 has previously been linked to various religious cults typically centred around minor anomalous objects. The last recorded sighting of PoI-30808 was in 1996, following the mass-suicide of one of the associated cults.
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A software update for SCP-3122 was developed and released, with the goal of disabling any devices onto which it was installed, and a recall order for all affected products was enacted. It is estimated that over 95% of the sold instances of SCP-3122 have been recovered or rendered inert.
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SCP-3122-1 Exploration
+On 19/07/2016, permission was granted to attempt exploration of SCP-3122-1 to determine the nature of the anomaly and ascertain the possibility of recovering the lost civilians. A vehicle was equipped with an instance of SCP-3122, numerous recording and tracking devices, and piloted by D-Class personnel D-993211 on a programmed journey that would take them through a tunnel sufficient to cause the loss of GPS signal two hours and five minutes in to the test.
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Following are transcripts of the recovered recordings, starting immediately prior to the activation of SCP-3122. D-99 was instructed to continue describing his surroundings even if contact with Control was lost. He was otherwise not informed of the nature of the experiment.
Control: Acknowledged. Maintain contact and keep us informed of any occurrences.
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D-99: What exactly are you expecting to happen here?
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Control: Unknown. That's the point of this experiment.
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D-99: Uh huh. I know you science types always write us off as idiots, but we aren't stupid. We always know when you aren't telling us everything.
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Control: Proceed into the tunnel.
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D-99: Yeah yeah.
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SCP-3122: GPS Signal Lost.
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D-99: I guess we expected that, right?
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Approximately 30 seconds of silence. Note, contact with Control was lost at this point, and not re-established.
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D-99: Hello? Guess I've lost you guys, too. Well, nearly out of this tunnel anyway.
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SCP-3122: Connection established. In 300m, turn left onto Via della Conciliazione.
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D-99: Weird, I don't remember a turn coming up. And… is that Spanish?
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SCP-3122: Turn left onto Via della Conciliazione.
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D-99 takes the turn as instructed. It should be noted that there is no left turn on the road exiting the tunnel in which contact with D-99 was lost.
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D-99: Weird, haven't seen any other cars since I left that tunnel. And… hang on, there's another tunnel coming up. It uh… it looks exactly the same as that last tunnel. The hill and the rocks and everything.
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Visual analysis of recovered recordings confirms an exact visual match between the exteriors of the first and second tunnels.
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D-99: Looks the same inside, too. And I haven't lost signal this time. And here I was hoping you were just sending me on a nice little road trip with no weird shit involved.
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[15:23]
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D-99: Just realised I've been in this tunnel for about five minutes now. That seems weird. I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure there are no five-mile-long tunnels in Derbyshire. Still no other cars, either.
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SCP-3122: In one kilometre, accelerate to 180 kilometres per hour, then turn right onto [SOUND OF STATIC], then left onto Sanderson Road, then down onto Howling Void.
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D-99: Great, now the satnav has gone nuts too. And why the hell is this thing in metric anyway.
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[15:25]
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SCP-3122: Accelerate to 180 kilometres per hour.
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D-99: You're the boss, insane computer. Though I doubt this bucket can even go that fa-
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D-99 is cut off as the vehicle rapidly accelerates to 180km/h, forcing him back into the seat.
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D-99: Holy crap! I think the car is driving itself! The brakes aren't working! HOLY SHI-
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The vehicle suddenly makes a hard right turn, directly into the wall of the tunnel. It passes through the wall without effect, emerging in a similar tunnel before making a similarly sharp left turn.
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D-99: Oh god, I'm gonna throw up. Come on, stop you piece of- FUC-
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The road seemingly drops away. The vehicle appears to be in freefall for approximately 30 seconds; D-99 can be heard screaming. The vehicle suddenly appears to be on what looks like a desert road; no impact from the fall occurs. D-99 can be heard breathing heavily.
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D-99: Sweet fucking Jesus, what the fuck. OK, OK. I'm alive. I'm fine.
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D-99 looks around out of the windows of the vehicle.
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D-99: Now where the hell am I? Some kind of desert, I know there's nothing like this in Derbyshire. Can't see anything around besides this road. It's pretty hot here, I can already feel the heat through the windows.
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SCP-3122: Continue for 12,000km, and then turn 470 degrees counter-clockwise and remove your left arm.
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D-99: Wha… fuck that. I'm going the other way. Looks like I have control of this thing again, and I'm sure as shit not removing any arms.
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D-99 turns the vehicle around on the road and begins driving.
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[17:01]
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D-99: OK, I've been driving for what feels like hours. Nothing has changed here. Can barely even tell if I'm moving - just the same desert. Fuel gauge doesn't seem to be moving, and I haven't heard a peep out of this busted-ass satnav. I thin-
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SCP-3122: In 500 meters, remove 37% of your skin using the supplied flensing knife, and then surrender your soul.
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D-99: Should have kept my damn mouth shut.
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D-99 visibly jumps in his seat, and then picks something up from in front of him.
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D-99: What the hell! A weird-looking knife thing just appeared in my lap! Fuck this!
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D-99 opens the window and throws the knife out.
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SCP-3122: A road-side agent will be along to assist you shortly.
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D-99: That sounds… bad.
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A high-pitched screaming sound can be heard in the distance. Cameras detect a shape ahead, which D-99 notices a few minutes later.
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D-99: The hell is that? Looks kind of like… a horse? A massive fucking horse with some giant guy riding it, I think it's heading right for me. Christ, it's tearing up the road, too. Going to have to turn around, I don't want to get anywhere near that thing.
D-99: SHITTING CHRIST! What the fuck, what the fuck, where the fuck did those arseholes send me, Jesus fucking Christ.
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D-99 looks behind him. Cameras show that the entity and the road are both gone.
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D-99: OK, OK. Still alive. I guess no road is better than whatever the fuck that thing was. I guess I'm just driving through the desert now.
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[20:31]
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D-99: Been driving for hours now. Clock still seems to be working if nothing else. It's getting a little cooler but the sun doesn't seem to be going down. Also, I just noticed that all of the clouds seem to be in the shape of some symbol. Looks familiar. The satnav has been making weird sounds every now and then. Doesn't sound like words, just random vowels or something.
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SCP-3122: Eee. Aaaaa.
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D-99: Yeah, just like that. Anyway, I spotted something off in the distance, looks like a building or something maybe, so against my better judgement I'm going to head towards it.
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SCP-3122: Ooooo. Eeeeeee.
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D-99: Yeah, yeah.
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SCP-3122: In 100 meters, stop at the crossroads, make a deal and surrender your flesh.
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D-99: God damn I wish I could turn this thing off. We're not even on a road, you stupid piece of junk!
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D-99 strikes SCP-3122; no damage is caused.
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[23:01]
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D-99: OK, I don't seem to be getting any closer to… whatever that is out there, and it's getting late. According to the clock, anyway. The sun still hasn't moved. Anyway, since you Foundation folks were actually kind enough to pack some supplies in here, I'm going to eat and try to sleep. Probably a terrible idea, but I can't keep driving forever.
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SCP-3122: At the roundabout, take the twelfth exit. The sleeper will awaken. Glorious [SOUNDS OF STATIC] reigns supreme.
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D-99: Hopefully this thing will keep it quiet while I'm trying to sleep. Oh! The symbol in the clouds, it's the same symbol that's on this goddamn satnav. The company logo or whatever, I guess. They're still there, clouds in that shape, all different sizes. I'm sure that will mean something more to you Foundation eggheads than it does to me.
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[05:47]
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SCP-3122: He awaits. He awaits. He awaits. He awaits. Take the next exit.
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D-99: Wuh- gah, stupid machine. 6am? Guess I wasn't eaten during the night then. I- what the hell…
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D-99 can be seen looking out of the windows of the vehicle. External cameras show that a number of structures have appeared in the immediate area; no motion was detected since the vehicle was stopped.
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D-99: Not eaten, but it looks like I was towed. Where the hell am I now, looks like some kind of town? Still in the desert, though, and I don't see any people around. Looks… old? All these buildings seem pretty worn down.
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SCP-3122: Follow the road for 300 meters, then embrace oblivion. He will be nourished.
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D-99: Oh, there actually is a road. I'm going to look around a bit, see if I can find any people or signs that anyone has been here.
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D-99 tries to open the door, but it appears to be locked.
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D-99: What the… come on, dammit.
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D-99 attempts to unlock the door, and tries opening the other doors and windows; all attempts at leaving the vehicle fail.
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D-99: God dammit. Can't even stretch my legs. When I get out of here, the first Foundation fool I see is getting punched in the face.
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D-99 sighs heavily.
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D-99: Road it is, then. Seems old, it's made of cobblestones or something.
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D-99 follows the road for approximately five minutes, passing through what appears to be a small town or village; no occupants are seen. All of the buildings are made of stone of a similar colour to the desert sand.
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SCP-3122: Bow down before [SOUND OF STATIC], then take the next right.
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D-99: The road only goes right, you stupid piece of cr- woah. That's a big statue.
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As the car takes the corner, a statue of a bare-chested human male wearing an ornate head-dress and carrying a staff comes into view, standing over the road. It is estimated to be approximately 90m tall; it was not visible before the corner. Lining the road before the statue is a series of smaller statues (averaging approximately 5m tall), each apparently depicting a different individual in a similar style of dress as the larger statue. The statue standing directly at the foot of the larger statue bears a notable resemblance to PoI-30808.
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SCP-3122: Bow down. Bow down. Bow down. Continue for three kilometres. Surrender.
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D-99: Starting to get the feeling this statue is the guy the satnav has been babbling on about. He's kind of giving me a bad feeling… I think I'm going to leave the road again. Not sure why that feels like the safer option here, but if the satnav wants me to follow the road, I'm pretty sure I don't want to.
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D-99 drives away from the road.
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[06:34]
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D-99: Huh, could have sworn there were some mountains to my left, but they aren't there now. Probably wishful thinking to assume it was just a mirage or something.
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SCP-3122: In 500 cubits, continue towards His Embrace. Surrender your soul.
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[07:04]
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D-99: Been driving for over an hour now, and I can still see that statue. It doesn't seem to be getting further away. Everything here is getting weirder, if that's even possible. Those mountains have reappeared and disappeared twice now. The clouds seem to change suddenly, sometimes into that symbol, sometimes just random clouds. Pretty sure I saw some more buildings to my right at one point, but they aren't there now.
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SCP-3122: Continue for 1000 years, then turn left into his embrace.
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D-99: And this thing is really starting to drive me nuts. Tried to shut it up, but none of the buttons on it seem to do anything. Can't smash the damn thing either, despite a couple of attempts.
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SCP-3122: He comes. Take the next exit.
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D-99: The hell, it's getting darker.
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A solar eclipse begins, rapidly reducing the light level. After 15 seconds, the sun is approximately 90% eclipsed by the moon.
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D-99: I've lost control of the car again. It's driving itself.
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The vehicle veers left, bringing a series of structures into view. A number of pillars in varying states of decay surround what appears to be an open-air temple, at the centre of which is a large stone sarcophagus.
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D-99: I don't like this… nothing good ever happens in desert temples during an eclipse. Come on now.
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D-99 can be seen trying to force the vehicle to turn, with no success; it continues on course for the centre of the temple.
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SCP-3122: Surrender your soul. Surrender your flesh. Surrender your mind. Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.
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SCP-3122 continues to repeat the word Surrender.
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D-99: No, come on, dammit!
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D-99 becomes increasingly frantic in his attempts to regain control of the vehicle, to no avail. He attempts to kick the glass from the windows, but is unable to break it. The vehicle comes to a halt directly in front of the sarcophagus, which is covered in a large number of carved symbols; most prominently, in the centre, is the Elevix Electronics logo.
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SCP-3122: You have reached your destination.
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D-99 begins to speak, but is immediately cut off. Analysis of the video footage shows 13 frames of a substance resembling black smoke emanating from the sarcophagus and heading directly for the vehicle; it passes through the roof and windows before completely enveloping D-99. The smoke then recedes back into the sarcophagus; D-99 is gone. The vehicle reverses and drives away from the temple.
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Approximately 37 hours after contact was first lost with D-99, a GPS ping was received from his vehicle; it was found at the originally programmed destination. No trace of D-99 was found.
A sample page from SCP-3484. Proven not to contain memetic hazards.
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Item #: SCP-3484
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Object Class: Safe Pending Explained, 5/5/2018
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3484 and an English translation are kept in a standard anomalous item locker at Site-66 and require no special containment beyond standard lock and checkout procedures.
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Study of SCP-3484 is limited to D-class personnel under the care of Dr. Roderick Argent, who are required to be quarantined from other personnel to prevent memetic knowledge spread.
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Description: SCP-3484 is an anatomical handbook produced in 1862. It is written in German and was printed in Göttingen. The object shows wear consistent with a book of similar age kept in storage, with a slight discoloration on the cover from non-caustic chemical exposure. Page 87 shows handwritten in the margin the English word "REMOVED???" The object describes a process by which a human body can be disassembled and reassembled without use of any tools. After sufficient study time of SCP-3484, subjects are capable of demonstrating the skills described on themselves and others.
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The method of disassembly involves palpation of specific markers described in SCP-3484, followed by application of pressure and/or twisting of the body part at the marker. Upon successful completion of the exact methods, the body part separates from the host body. Separated body parts maintain viability for up to 72 hours of separation from their host and show continued function and motility. However, they do not demonstrate continued neural connection to the host body, with the host unable to feel stimulation of the removed body part nor control its operation.
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Separated body parts can be reattached through similar techniques described in SCP-3484. Neural connection is reestablished upon reattachment without signs of degradation or neuropathy, and the host can resume ordinary use of the body part.
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SCP-3484 cautions that body parts from different humans should not be combined. Testing confirms that prolonged attaching of foreign body parts results in extensive tissue rejection in most cases at the site of reattachment eventually causing severe and potentially fatal inflammation and ulceration of the liver, skin, and mucosa. These symptoms can be lessened through the use of histocompatible donors and recipients, and immunosuppressive therapy.
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Despite the risks of tissue rejection, the methods described allow for attachment of extra body parts from donors to a fully intact recipient. The recipient will demonstrate the ability to control the extra body parts, although addition of donor brains to the recipient causes competition of movement between brains.
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Update 12/4/2017: Under test conditions, D-51174 demonstrated the techniques to D-43922. With practice, D-43922 proved capable of body part separation, despite never having viewed SCP-3484. SCP-3484 identified as a memetic hazard and has been sent to the Cognitohazard Department for further study.
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Head Researcher's Note: I examined the tapes of the memetic test after the fact and wondered if I could palpate the markers myself. It's surprisingly easy to replicate, once you know what you're looking for. After ten minutes of taking my left thumb off and putting it back on, I figured out how to peel back my hand at the wrist and slide my ulna out cleanly. It took a little shake to snap it back into place, but I've put my arm back together and I'm not the worse for it. - R. Argent
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Update 12/13/2017: See Cognitohazard Report 3484-CH1 for details. No anomalous physical or mental alterations have been found as a result of studying the material. Furthermore, casual perusal of the materials is not sufficient to transmit the anomalous effect. Of note is that SCP-3484-affected subjects are capable of removing and reattaching body parts of other subjects with no SCP-3484 exposure. This suggests that the anomalous memetic effect does not result in any physical modifications to subjects after study of SCP-3484. Continued study of the anomalous effect is recÐ µæ&LØ£á ¤BT˜d1¶
O5 MEETING MINUTES DECLASSIFIED FOR SITE DIRECTORS - POTENTIAL EVIDENCE OF LETHE EVENT
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ALL O5 IDENTIFIERS HAVE BEEN REDACTED PER SCP-001 PROTOCOL
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Proposal Date: 5/5/2018
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Update Proposal: Review of SCP-3484 Memetic Effects
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Dialog:
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Why are we talking about this object? It's classified Safe, we understand the memetic hazard, and it's easily controlled.
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Perhaps too easily. Viewing or handling the text does not transfer any anomalous effect. The text, for itself, does not shift or alter in any way to accommodate the reader. Only by careful study and practice can a subject demonstrate the anomalous effects. I'm not concerned that this book is too hard to contain. I'm worried that it's just a non-anomalous book.
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What about that memetic transmission of the anomalous effect?
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We transmit memetic information every day. It's called knowledge. I teach you how to read, you can read. I teach you how to cook a turkey, you can cook a turkey. I teach you how to disassemble a person's ribcage, and you can disassemble ribcages.
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But the effect must be anomalous! If it were as simple as reading a book and studying, or through simple instruction, we'd be teaching this everywhere in medical school around the world! Surgery as we know it would be a thing of the past. Why bother with chemotherapy if you can just open up a patient and pick out the tumor? Tumors, even, if it's metastasized? Or even plastic surgery? Couldn't someone just sit in front of a mirror and rearrange their parts and get a new face?
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Perhaps the book is not anomalous, then, and we can call it Explained.
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Is that why you've overridden protocol and allowed Dr. Argent to continue his work without labeling him E-class?
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Yes. I have my suspicions that SCP-3484 is nothing more than a normal instruction manual. And after all, all knowledge has to be discovered somewhere for the first time, right?
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True, but this most definitely is not the first time. The book is 150 years old, and for most of that time, it was outside our purview. There's no way it could have been kept secret for that long. It's too bloody useful.
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It's a printed book, right? There must have been hundreds printed. Have we searched for any more of these?
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We've looked for the books, haven't found any. We've looked for the printing house, found it, but they had no records of ever having printed the book.
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Where did we find this book?
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It was in a Marshall, Carter, & Dark production house located near Cape Fear. A boutique biochemical and electronic craft house, apparently involving programmable mnestics. The owner collected antique books in bulk. A cardboard box of them was found by a hastily abandoned workstation.
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Mnestics? Are you sure?
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That's what the folks down in Pharmacology said. Why, you think it's important?
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Could the anomalous disassembly be knowledge we've forgotten?
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Forgotten? What, you mean all of humanity just woke up one day and didn't know about taking ourselves apart anymore?
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Maybe not in so dramatic a turn, but it has happened before. The native Tasmanians did not know how to make a bow and arrow, despite being common Aboriginal tools, and apparently never learned how again for thousands of years. In Europe, sailors knew how to cure scurvy in the 1200s, then forgot all about it and had to rediscover methods all over again 500 years later. We're only now able to reproduce Damascus steel. Maybe. Whole populations forget things. It happens.
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Yes, but this isn't some technique that is passed down by word of mouth. This is written down in a book. Actually, not even written. Printed. Bound. Someone assembled plates with these words and pictures and ran this book through a printing press. Probably at least a hundred such books were made and disseminated into places of learning. And it's such a fascinating skill that people would be compelled to look it up. Try it out. Make a business out of it. But what do we see in our history? Nothing. Heck, if this is not anomalous, what does that mean for SCP-291? SCP-418? Are they not anomalous? Just using some technique we forgot?
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Well, perhaps Page 87 can shed some light on this.
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How so?
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Page 87 describes palpation markers for the disassembly of the human brain. Of note is a diagram that purports to show how to detach the "Augenlappen." The literal translation of this word is eye-lobe, and the diagram shows a human brain with an additional cerebral lobe, located directly posterior to the ocular orbit. This lobe does not exist.
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Wait, are you insinuating that everyone around the world just decided to open their heads up, remove a section of their brains that just so happened to contain the knowledge of how to open people up and put them back together, then, while no longer knowing how to reassemble people, since that part was just removed, still somehow put ourselves back together and forgot about the event in its entirety? No, sorry, I can't believe that. We deal with the impossible daily, and that still makes no sense. If we're going with this forgetting hypothesis, then we can accomplish these effects with good old fashioned amnestics.
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Amnestics? For the whole world?
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We've done it before, you know.
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And we keep records of it, yes. We've only dosed the world a handful of times, and we specifically keep records of each time on purpose. Because it's that risky to lose information. If we dosed the world, we, of all people, would know it.
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Unless we're not the people dosing.
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Conclusion: SCP-3484 is to remain Safe for now and not updated to Explained. No update to SCP-001 is to be made at this time. O5 directs MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") to be placed on LETHE protocol alert.
Special Containment Procedures: As there are no remaining persons susceptible to SCP-3519, no further containment is required; the infection is considered neutralized. A significant percentage of global media is suspected to carry infection and containment is beyond the capacity of the current Foundation. However a majority, if not the entirety, of infected storage media is expected to degrade before further transmission can occur.
Mobile Task Force Psi-10 ("Maslow's Motivators") is tasked with identifying populations infected with SCP-3519. Identified populations will be secured by Mobile Task Force Eta-10 ("See No Evil") and Mobile Task Force Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts"). All three task forces are tasked with securing and quarantining SCP-3519 carrier media.
Mobile Task Force Psi-10 ("Maslow's Motivators") is tasked with mapping the spread of SCP-3519 infection. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-4 ("Sugar Pill") is to develop countermemetic treatments with the utmost urgency. Once these countermeasures are developed they are to be deployed immediately, with the following distribution priority:
Mobile Task Force Psi-10 ("Maslow's Motivators") is tasked with mapping the spread of SCP-3519 infection. MTF-Upsilon-4 ("Sugar Pill") is tasked with deployment of the SCP-3519 countermeme with the following distribution priority:
Mobile Task Force Upsilon-4 ("Sugar Pill") is tasked with continued emergency deployment of the SCP-3519 countermeme. Grief counseling and suicide prevention is to be made available to all surviving Foundation personnel.
Grief counseling and suicide prevention is to be made available to all surviving Foundation personnel. Suicide capsules are to be made available on request. Neutralization orders are to be carried out for all surviving Keter class anomalies wherever possible. Foundation facilities are to independently follow abandon-in-place procedures when staffing reaches 30% or lower, or at the discretion of the facility director.
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Description: SCP-3519 is a memetic contagion carried by multiple vectors in print, visual, and auditory media. It consists of the strong conviction that the world will end on March 5th, 2019 and that suicide prior to the event is desirable.
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SCP-3519 is transmitted by both media and word of mouth reports of a belief in an impending eschaton. Infection is characterized by credulous adoption of the meme despite the lack of evidence. The specific details of the predicted event show wide variation, including belief in: the advent of a messianic religious figure, catastrophic astronomical event, environmental collapse, technological singularity or reality failure event.
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Notably, none of these events are associated with any predicted K-class scenarios on this date and the Foundation's assessment of K-class probability on that day is at the nominal rate of .015% after accounting for SCP-3519.
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Following initial infection, hosts show a tendency towards ecstatic revelation, millenarianism, and suicidal ideation. Self-euthanasia is rationalized in the context of the variation of SCP-3519 belief the host has been infected with, as either a prerequisite for transcendence or as preferable to survival through the event.
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Suicide follows initial infection within weeks in a significant number of cases; due to the difficulty of accurate data collection at this time exact statistics are unavailable. However no known infected person has survived longer than 40 days after wholly adopting SCP-3519 beliefs.
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Addendum 3519-A, Samples of SCP-3519 Infected Media:
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Excerpt From CNN, Anderson Cooper 360°, 12/29/18:
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Anderson Cooper: So how credible is this prediction?
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Kellyanne Conway: The White House thinks this is highly credible. We have multiple sources, reliable sources, that say that the world might end on March fifth.
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Neil deGrasse Tyson: This is pretty silly, I mean it's tragic that those people killed themselves, but there's nothing. Nothing in the skies, nothing on the Earth other than our own threats to our survival from climate change or nuclear war. March fifth is going to be a day like basically any other. This is just like that so-called Mayan apocalypse in 2012, or even the mass suicide of the Heaven's Gate people in the 90s.
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Archbishop Carrera: We have recently uncovered evidence that a secret society of Aztec priests continued the work of Mayan prophecy into the modern world and that these had recalculated the apocalypse to be the fifth day of March of next year. We feel this may be in line with the prophecy of St. John.
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Conway: Yes, the Church is one of our sources, as is the envoy of the Government of Tenochtitlán in Exile, which has been in communication with the President as you've seen from this morning's tweet.
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Tyson: There's no such thing as the "Government of Tenochtitlán in Exile", it's an urban legend.
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Carrera: Dr. Tyson, surely you must have an open mind about these things.
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Cooper: That's all the time we have, but I'm not afraid to admit that I'm scared.
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Invitation 02/12/19
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Last Dance on Earth
+Where: ████ █████ ██; on the roof!
+When: 02/14/19 from 1 pm to 1 am.
+What: We will be celebrating this last Valentines on Earth. There will be a wet bar and live music! Bring whatever you want to drink or eat. Don't bother with condoms if you don't want because this is the end, haha. If you plan on checking out after Valentines, please plan on leaving by midnight. At 1 am you are welcome to join us in the pool when we plan to drop a High Voltage line to carry us electric to Valhalla. Alternatively we are thirty stories up or if you are planning on pills there's plenty of places to lay down here (just wait for after midnight).
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Email 02/20/19
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From: Ssoika@████████████
+To: Solsticesunrise@█████████
+Subject: I think I understand
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Remember when I told you about Nick Bostrom's hypothesis that reality is a simulation? Let's say that we accept his argument that the probability of life being a simulation is one. Looking at what's happening in the world right now, the probability of surviving past the 5th is definitely not one, it's rapidly declining to zero. Even if you do live, what kind of life are you going to be able to have?
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What's the probability of everybody in the world deciding that the world is ending on the exact same day and that you have to, in defiance of the survival instinct and everything, kill yourself before that day? It seems unlikely, but it is happening.
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What would a simulation look like from the inside, right before they switched it off?
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Maybe they need us offline when we migrate to a new program.
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I love you so much, Rinna. We'll see each other soon.
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Addendum 3519-B, Timeline:
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(T-90) 12/05/18: Routine monitoring of the media by MTF ψ-10 detects the first instances of SCP-3519 in Fifty Days1, an AM radio broadcast originating in Bogart, Georgia. Initially this is ignored due to the similarity to common apocalyptic beliefs and eschatological predictions on evangelical religious broadcasts.
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(T-71) 12/24/18: The 17 member congregation of the Church of the Andromeda Star in Bogart is found dead of phenobarbital overdose.
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(T-70) 12/25/18: News reports of the deaths in Bogart are picked up through international media. Foundation memetic analysis flags an unusually sympathetic tone in reporting compared to similar reports of cult suicide.
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(T-67) 12/28/18: Major media outlets have been running the "Christmas Eve Massacre" as a headline story.
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(T-65) 12/30/18: A mass suicide of over 300 persons in Kalyankot, India is linked to SCP-3519.
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(T-62) 01/02/19: Related suicides have spread to over 2600 persons in 17 countries. Infection is designated SCP-3519. Dr. Nori Watanabe assigned as senior researcher.
(T-53) 01/11/19: MTF η-10 daily report shows signs of SCP-3519 infection. Mobile Task Force Command has relieved MTF η-10 operatives of duty, and ordered them to E-Class quarantine.
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(T-49) 01/15/19: Commander Richards (MTF η-11) reports the complete failure of quarantine efforts in the face of the epidemic spread of SCP-3519.
(T-45) 01/19/19: Suicide rate has increased to roughly 1% of global population. International recognition of a crisis is hampered by widespread belief in the validity of SCP-3519.
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(T-36) 01/28/19: Suicide rate increased by approximately 30%. Current death statistics are impossible to verify. Versions of the meme are extant among mainstream Christians, Muslims, Hindus, and Buddhists.
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(T-35) 01/29/19: MTF u-4 reports a working prototype countermeme to SCP-3519.
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(T-34) 01/30/19: Pope Francis attempts to issue a papal dispensation for SCP-3519 related suicides. Global Occult Coalition agents in-place detain and sequester him.
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(T-34) 01/30/19: Containment Procedures Revised.
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(T-33) 01/31/19: SCP-3519 infected GOC operatives leak rumors of the Pope's dispensation to the press.
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(T-32) 02/01/19: Suicide rate climbs to 2% of global population. Credible accounts of SCP-3519 related homicides, especially of children, begin to surface. Public health and infrastructure worldwide is affected by the mass deaths.
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(T-27) 02/06/19: Deaths from suicide are at least 250 million, an additional 100 million are estimated to be dead or dying from disease or loss of essential services. Foundation sites report a global 10% drop in personnel.
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(T-27) 02/06/19: Containment Procedures revised.
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+(T-14) 02/19/19: Limited nuclear exchange between Israel and Iran occurred at approximately 1000 UTC. Israeli weapons additionally targeted several other Gulf States. Death toll unknown. Global thermonuclear war averted by emergency UN session, GOC operatives reportedly used anomalous coercion to ensure outcome.
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(T-13) 02/20/19: Following the loss of Dr. Watanabe, researcher Dr. Marileze Kirk promoted to SCP-3519 project head.
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(T-13) 02/20/19: What the hell happened to the countermeme?
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(T-12) 02/21/19: Epidemiological models predict 50% lethality, minimum, as of this morning from a combination of direct infection and collateral effects.
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(T-10) 02/23/19: RAISA finally got back to us about the countermeme. Apparently it was "found uninjectable into suitable carrier media in the field". u-4 is supposedly working on a weaponized version, but they aren't responding to emails from us. They better hurry or there won't be any suitable carrier media left.
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(T-8) 02/25/19: Containment Procedures revised.
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(T-7) 02/26/19: Global media is largely silent. Foundation sites reporting inconsistently. Several personnel at Area-055 claimed to be not infected by SCP-3519 in their suicide notes, citing the ongoing K-Class scenario as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Several sapient contained anomalies are rumored to have committed suicide as well; no one on SCP-3519 has clearance to confirm or deny this.
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(T-6) 02/27/19: Project SCP-3519 moved to an isolated location to escape the deteriorating sanitary conditions and facilities breakdowns at Area-055. It is an abandoned cabin near Bishop, CA. Satellite uplink access to Foundation systems confirmed intact. We have brought plenty of food and water.
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(T-5) 02/28/19: Junior Researcher Dr. Rory Jones promoted to SCP-3519 project head.
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(T-4) 03/01/19: PROTOCOL ROSE ALABASTER2 enacted — Junior Researcher Dr. Rory Jones promoted to O5-6.
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(T-3) 03/02/19: I buried Marileze today.
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(T-1) 03/04/19: Contact lost with Dr. Desai at Site-42. Nobody else is responding.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3678 is currently uncontained. A Task Force of Foundation organizational sociologists, psychomathematicians, and thamaturges is currently investigating the source of SCP-3678, possible vectors of transmission, and possible patterns between 3678-Milliarium Events. As ██% of Foundation employees (and ██% of employees at Level 3 and above) fit the profile of SCP-3678 affected individuals, identifying possible vectors of transmission is a top priority.
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Description: SCP-3678 is an anomalous probabilistic phenomenon that affects individuals fitting a specific profile within an organization. Affected individuals will advance through the organization non-anomalously until the conditions for a 3678-Milliarium Event are met. After a 3678-Milliarium Event, the affected individual will suddenly and invariably suffer an irreparable loss of prestige in the organization or leave the organization altogether. This will happen against all statistical models of organizational inertia, psychological analysis, or sociological prediction.
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Profile of SCP-3678 Affected Individuals
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Membership in Organization: All SCP-3678 affected individuals are members of some organization. These organizations range in size and power, but include non-profit organizations, public office, activist groups, political parties, and hospital groups. For an exhaustive lists of organizations in which SCP-3678 affected individuals have been found, see Appendix SCP-3678-A
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Neophytes: SCP-3678 affected individuals are almost always in their twenties or early thirties. A longitudinal study of SCP-3678 affected individuals2 (n=██) found that the median age of infection by SCP-3678 was 24, (σ=1.5 years).
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Charismatic SCP-3678 affected individuals are unusually socially intelligent and charismatic. Foundation organizational psychologists have found that SCP-3678 affected individuals are extremely skilled at forming and maintaining strategic relationships conducive to rapid advancement within their organization.
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Ideologically and Personally Motivated In addition to being single-mindedly committed to their organization, SCP-3678 affected individuals have personality traits that are perfectly suited to the ethos and goals of their organization. For example, SCP-3678 affected individuals in corporations will be individualistic and unusually ruthless, while SCP-3678 affected individuals in public office will be extremely effective communicators who value compromise and procedural norms. Anderson et al found that SCP-3678 affected individuals were statistically highly significantly (p=0.0092) more likely to be described as being the embodiment of the organization. Furthermore, those surveyed were statistically significantly (p=0.05) more likely to refer to SCP-3678 affected individuals in those exact words or using a similar metaphor in the local cultural context.3
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Irakli Tsereteli
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Russian Social Democratic Labour Party-Menshevik Faction
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Rising from the executive committee of the Petrograd Soviet to Minister of the Interior in the Russian Provisional Government, Tsereteli was able to consolidate his influence to the point where he was the Prime Minster of the RPG from July 7th-25th 1917 in all but name. Suddenly, despite the long running power struggle between Bolsheviks and Mensheviks for control of the Petrograd Soviet, Tsereteli successfully campaigned for the release of Bolshevik Leon Trotsky from prison. Once released, Trotsky campaigned to seize control of the Petrograd Soviet on September 25, 1917 and summarily exiled Tsereteli.
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Carl Walters
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Renaissance Technologies, LLC
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In 2010, twenty-five year old Carl Walters was hired as an analyst for the hedge fund management firm Renaissance Technologies, LLC, having recently received a PhD from MIT for research on stochastic processes. In a mere two years Walters had risen through the ranks of Renaissance analysts, and by December 2012 Walters had been offered the position of junior manager of the 3.3 billion dollar Medallion Fund. On the afternoon of December 5, 2012, Walters was served with a termination letter due to a clerical error. In a rage, Walters responded with an email to the entire department, his direct supervisor, and all his current clients laden with profanity and invective towards the company. At the moment before Walters sent the email, the entire office building experienced a three minute brown-out and email services crashed. Realizing his near miss, Walters left his office for a walk to clear his head and reflect upon his fortune. Two blocks outside his building, Walters was accosted by a homeless man asking for spare change. When he stopped to berate the man, Walters realized that the homeless man, Virgil Cantwell, had been a postdoctoral fellow in the MIT mathematics program at the same time Walters had been in a PhD student. Cantwell told Walters that he had been hired as an analyst by a different firm after his time at MIT, but the high pressure environment had driven him to amphetamine abuse and eventual ruin. As recounted to Foundation interviewers, Walters was "struck by the futility of gathering wealth", embraced Cantwell, threw his own amphetamines down a storm drain, and quit his position at Renaissance. After giving away all his worldly possessions, Walters joined a commune twenty miles south of Humboldt, California, where he lived for one week before being expelled for forming a black market for processed, genetically modified junk food. Walters is now a call-center manager in Scottsdale, Arizona.
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Mark Yeager
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The People's Liberation Front of Greater Bushwick
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In 2008, Mark Yeager graduated summa cum laude from the University of Chicago with a Bachelor's in Philosophy and moved to Williamsburg, a rapidly gentrifying neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York City. In 2009 Yeager joined the The People's Liberation Front of Bushwick. From there Yeager became a powerful force within the group, spearheading the initiative to change its name to "The People's Liberation Front of Greater Bushwick" (PLF-GB), including the neighborhoods of Williamsburg and Bedford-Stuyvesant. In the meantime, Yeager was discussing the possibility of an anti-capitalist protest with Mark Graeber. It was Yeager who suggested the location of Zuccotti Park, as it was privately owned and protestors could not be evicted without the consent of the property owners. On September 17th, 2011, the Occupy Wall Street protest began in Zuccotti Park, with Yeager leading a cadre of twenty trained PLF-GB members. Over the next few weeks, Yeager grew his personal following to over seventy-five members of the 100 to 200 consistent protestors in the park, spreading a blend of neo-Maoist and Situationist philosophy dubbed "New Bushwick Thought". On the night of November 14th, protestors recieved word that the New York City Police Department would be clearing the park within the next twenty-four hours. Yeager immediately assembled a human megaphone4 of fifty people. Yeager drew the attention of the entire park by laying out a detailed platform of anti-capitalist stances, as well as a clear and specific program of direct action guided by the philosophy of New Bushwick Thought. Ten minutes into the speech, Yeager was interrupted by his girlfriend, Annalyn Barnett. Despite Barnett's use of an intrauterine device and Yeager's consistent condom use, Barnett had become pregnant. This instigated an hour long argument between Barnett and Yeager, intermittently amplified by confused members of the human megaphone, as Barnett wanted to keep the pregnancy and Yeager wanted to terminate it. Continuing to argue, Barnett and Yeager left the park and went to Barnett's apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant. After two weeks, Yeager threatened to end the relationship and work solely for cash as to prevent Barnett from securing child support, after which Barnett agreed to terminate the pregnancy. On the morning of November 30th, Barnett arrived at Joan Malin Brooklyn Health Center for the termination appointment to find that the clinic had been closed for the day due to a telephoned bomb threat. Barnett's call to Yeager to inform him of the delay was interrupted by a call from Barnett's mother. Barnett's mother informed Barnett that her father had suffered a stroke and was now partially paralyzed, and requested that she move back to the Charlottesville, North Carolina area to help her care for him. Barnett and Yeager sold their possessions and spent their savings to move to the Charlottesville area, renting an apartment and working six part time jobs between them. By the time Barnett's father died on April 15th and Barnett had settled the funeral and estate arrangements, the pregnancy had advanced past North Carolina's twenty week abortion ban, and Barnett could not afford to leave the state to obtain an abortion elsewhere. Yeager and Barnett were married in 2012, and in 2015 Mark Yeager's father died and left him a substantial inheritance. As of 2017, Mark and Annalyn Yeager live in a house in an affluent Charlottesville suburb along with their daughter Lucy. Mark Yeager has not been involved in political activism since he left New York.
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Mailie Brown
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The Fifth Church
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Mailie Brown was a twenty-two-year old resident of Liverpool who joined The Fifth Church some time in 1999. Raised in a strict Catholic family, Through Brown's dogmatism, loyalty to the Fifthist hierarchy, and chanting abilities, she achieved a mastery of Fifthist practices at an unusual rate. Merely one year after she was inducted into the Fifth Church, Brown was made a Fifthist pastor. According to Fifthist apostates and the coerced testimony of Fifthist moles, Brown received some sort of anomalous revelation in May 2000 and began training Fifthist acolytes to infiltrate Foundation offices across the United Kingdom, apparently in response to the future actions of Project [REDACTED] and the events of [DATA REDACTED]. On the evening of October 5, 2005, Brown gathered her congregation in Stanley Park, Liverpool to harness the power of "the falling of the Star Veil", an astrological event still poorly understood by the Foundation. As Brown led her congregation, they began to exhibit a reality warping effect that encompassed a hemisphere centered on Brown that grew at a rate of 0.05 m/sec. Fifthist defectors described such phenomena as congregants beginning to merge psychically, physically, and metaphysically (with each other and with local flora), eddies of anti-time, and "ideas manifesting in physical form, so that we could kill them".5 Meanwhile, against all meteorological and astrological predictions for the night, a large cloud formation had formed over the Isle of Man to the northwest of Liverpool and was blown towards the park by winds of 75 km/hr. This cloud formation did not seem to be anomalous in any way. The reality warping phenomenon in Stanley Park was still well below cloud level by the time the cloud formation arrived at around 10:05 PM local time. For reasons that are still not well understood, this cloud cover interfered with the ritual so as to instantly collapse the radius of affected space to the space Brown was occupying. This coincided with a small, natural fluctuation in global Hume levels, which lead to the metaphysical annihilation of Mailie Brown. At this point, a Foundation counterintelligence unit along with Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 "White Rabbits" descended upon Stanley Park and apprehended the remaining Fifthists. Foundation metaphysicians and thaumaturges found that the woman who had been Mailie Brown (denoted Brown-1), while retaining all her memories, was metaphysically identical to Marie de Dugnirie, a peasant woman who lived around Pontivy, France in the late 18th century. As the Mailie Brown-1 is not a Fifthist, and arguably never has been, she was amnesticized, released from Foundation custody, and has lived in Liverpool under EID surveillance. Brown-1 is now married and a supernumerary in the lay Catholic organization Opus Dei. By all accounts, Brown-1 is a traditional Catholic with no anomalous or even heterodox beliefs or practices.
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Selected Diary Entries from SCP-3678 Affected Individual, María de Leon:
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de Leon was an intern for Hillary Clinton's congressional office, before joining Clinton's presidential campaign, and rising rapidly through the ranks to become Clinton's main campaign advisor for the Midwest.
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March 5, 2016
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I've been promoted today!!!! I had to step out of Robby's office and call Máma the second he told me. I'll be advising on the entire Midwest! I can't believe I've come this far. Robby said I was really something special, and he was proud to have me reporting directly to him. He said that to me! This really is the Year of the Woman. I'm so honored to be a part of this movement, to be here for Máma and my tías and my Abuela. And her Abuela! I'm proud to be at the forefront of the fight against bigotry, and keep this country truly great.
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October 2, 2016
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Dozens of local MI activists have been calling us non-stop asking for signs, asking for other organizers and canvassers to be diverted to them. They say they're in trouble. Robby called a meeting today and reiterated that we are not to promise them any more aid. According to him, all the models say MI is ours, and that we've got science on our side and local organizers don't. I spoke up at that point. Pápa had been in the UFW6 long enough for me to know that the people on the ground know the ground. But as everyone's eyes turned to me, I remembered everything that had happened this morning. Connor and I got into a huge fight the night before. We made up, but as he was leaving for work he kissed my forehead and told me sometimes I let my emotions get away with me. That I'm fiery and that's a good thing but sometimes I need to remember to center myself and listen to reason. My desk calendar of inspirational quotes for today says, "Sometimes intuition can lead you astray. Remember to align yourself with your higher nature". And I'm on my period today, so maybe I'm not thinking straight. After all, Robby keeps talking about the data and the model. I've never been afraid to offer my input (isn't that what I'm getting paid to do?), but maybe this time I should trust that these smart people know what they're doing. I excused myself and sat down. I felt like it wasn't even me, but it was some other person taking the pen of my life from my hand and writing my story for me. I have to believe that we've got justice and reason on our side.
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November 7, 2016
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I don't even know why I got out of bed to write this. My head is still pounding. I could get myself some Advil but it won't fix my heart. How could this happen? All my life Máma had told me that the world can be a harsh, cruel place, but thanks to people like me it is becoming steadily less so. Was she wrong, or is it just me? The one upside is that the world ending distracts me from the fact that my career is over. This is one hell of an albatross around my neck.
+Now, everything I've believed in and strove towards my whole life feels like some stupid joke my Abuelo used to tell me and my cousins, building and building for ages, all of us waiting with bated breath, and the punchline is nothing.
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On March, 3, 2020, Researcher Brendan Kowalski, SCP-3678 Research Head, surrendered himself to Foundation custody claiming that statistical analyses showed that he himself was being affected by SCP-3678. As SCP-3678 is now targeting Foundation members, it has been reclassified as Threat Level Black.
The Foundation is the only bulwark against the utter destruction of the world. Behind every corner lies horrors unimaginable to the minds of the uninitiated. And as they say, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't all out to get you.
+But maybe you are just paranoid.
+It is my belief that SCP-3678 is not anomalous at all. Researcher Kowalski is brilliant, motivated, utterly devoted to the Foundation…and young. This is not an insult to him. Young people are a source of nearly infinite promise, but have not yet learned resilience. Thus obstacles become tragedies, and a life that has not even truly started yet seems a endless and pointless digression into a cruel and meaningless punchline. Then, one goes searching for similar tragedies to try and justify this loss of hope. I recommend an intensive round of psychotherapy for Researcher Kowalski and his transfer to a different project.
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-Senior Researcher Avvaiyar Chandrasekar
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Recommendation received. Request denied. The evidence is too strong and the cost of a mistake is too great.
Access road to SCP-3785. Image recovered from cell phone footage. See Addendum 3785.4 (3785.AV.01) for details.
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Special Containment Procedures: The access point to SCP-3785 is to be barricaded and monitored by automatic surveillance equipment. Individuals attempting to access SCP-3785 are to be apprehended and turned over to local authorities. Foundation personnel are not to pass the established 1.6km marker unless required for testing.
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Description: SCP-3785 is a location accessible only by a dirt road leading off Georgia HW 166. Attempts to access SCP-3785 by any means other than this road will invariably result in being unable to find SCP-3785 at all. Individuals who stray off the dirt road and attempt to return to it will be unable to locate it again. The road cannot be accessed by air. The road is approximately 2km in length, and exits into SCP-3785.
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SCP-3785 is a roughly 90m wide, indeterminately long section of clearcut hills, bordered on either side by a thick forest, through which large high-voltage power line stanchions run. It is perpetually night within SCP-3785, and the temperature stays a consistent 22.5° C. Crisscrossing SCP-3785 are numerous dirt tracks, such that an off-road vehicle might use them for recreational purposes.
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Several crude wooden signs bearing the words “Jasper’s Hill” with an arrow pointing north dot the dirt paths across SCP-3785. Attempting to travel north within SCP-3785 is extremely hazardous due to the terrain, which becomes increasingly difficult to navigate as the hills and valleys dramatically increase in size and complexity, to the point of impossibility. Because of this, exploratory teams have been unable to reach the north end of SCP-3785.
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SCP-3785-1 is the group designation for a white late-1980s Chevrolet Blazer on a lifted suspension and its driver. The true nature of SCP-3785-1 has not yet been determined, though information gathered within SCP-3785 has identified the driver of the vehicle as “Jasper” of “Jasper’s Hill”. SCP-3785-1 is capable of easily navigating the impossible terrain of SCP-3785, and seemingly does so to stalk and pursue individuals who become lost within SCP-3785.
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Addendum 3785.1: Discovery
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The existence of SCP-3785 was part of a well known folk tale in the region, which typically told of three children who become lost in the woods and enter a dark clearing called “Jasper’s Place”. The children then become lost, and are pursued by an unseen individual who eventually finds them and “hangs them upside down” at the end of the story.
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However, it was not until a group of twelve young adults disappeared under mysterious circumstances in the area that Foundation personnel became involved. After three weeks, one of the individuals was found nearly 2km from the entrance to SCP-3785, in a state of severe shock. The survivor, a 20-year-old black male from Villa Rica, GA, managed to communicate to first responders that he was still being pursued by “Jasper”, and that the other missing individuals had all been “hung upside down”. At the sight of headlights from nearby vehicles passing by, the individual began to panic and scream about “Jasper” having found him and being unable to hide, and had to be sedated.
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After law enforcement officials were unable to access SCP-3785 by any means other than the dirt access road described by the survivor, and once the anomalous characteristics of SCP-3785 were discovered, Foundation personnel from Atlanta worked to contain the scene and administer amnestics, as necessary, while working to prepare a team to attempt to find the remaining missing persons.
Note: The following is the audio transcript of an exploratory attempt within SCP-3785 by three members of MTF D-15 “County Line”, D-15 Teter, Jackknife, and Norse. The purpose of their mission was to ascertain the location of and recover eleven missing individuals.
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D-15 Teter: Alright y’all. Let’s go.
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D-15 Norse: It’s getting dark in here.
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D-15 Teter: Yeah, Command, I can confirm it’s starting to get dark. Not like we’ve got too much tree cover, but like it’s just nighttime. Can you confirm the time?
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Command: Copy that, Teter. It is currently 1405 hours, local time.
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D-15 Teter: That’s what I thought. Way too dark for this time of day.
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Team continues on for an additional 2km before reaching the opening into SCP-3785.
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D-15 Jackknife: You guys hear that?
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D-15 Norse: Yeah, that’s freaky. It’s really quiet in here. All we can hear is the wind (pauses) and the occasional bird.
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D-15 Jackknife: And it’s really fucking dark.
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Command: Copy that, team. Proceed with caution.
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Team activates their shoulder mounted lights, and proceed north across the clearing.
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D-15 Teter: Command, status report.
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Command: Copy, Teter.
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D-15 Teter: We’re in some big clearing here, like you see where they’ve got power lines strung, only there are trees on this end, and… it’s hard to make out what’s much further north than where we are. There are stars in the sky, but they’re pretty dim and, uh… not any that I’m familiar with. We can see some really faint lights up ahead too, and a lot of hills, some rough dirt tracks. Nothing particularly unusual right now. (Pauses) Wish we’d brought some vehicles, though. Going to be hard to get around here.
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Command: Copy, Teter. Continue on as far as you can safely, and return when you feel you can’t advance any further.
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D-15 Teter: Copy that.
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Team continues on for a short time.
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D-15 Norse: Look over here. Footprints. (Pauses) Probably a few different sets. Think these are our missing kids?
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D-15 Teter: Hard to say. Look pretty fresh, though. (Pauses) Huh. Check that out.
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D-15 Jackknife: What?
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D-15 Teter: That sign.
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D-15 Norse: Command, we’ve got a sign here that says… “Jasper’s Hill”, and it’s got an arrow pointing… north, on it.
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Command: Copy that, Norse. Anything else unusual where you are?
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D-15 Norse: Negative. Looks pretty clear.
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Command: Copy. Carry on.
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Team continues north, passing several other similar signs and what appear to be small campsites and remnants of fires at the tops of hills. On the top of a particularly tall hill, the team pauses.
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D-15 Teter: You see that out there?
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D-15 Norse: Where?
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D-15 Jackknife: Yeah, way over there. Is that a car?
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D-15 Teter: Sort of looks like it, doesn’t it? It’s not moving very fast. (Pauses) Command, the landscape here is getting really unusual. The hill we’re on top of is taller than it should be, and it drops off pretty dramatically past here. I can see, shit, uh… maybe a half dozen other unusually large hills past here? And past that, maybe three or four clicks out, there are some headlights. They’re just sort of… creeping along out there.
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D-15 Norse: Hey, they’ve stopped.
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D-15 Teter: So I think we’re going to need to start to backtrack, see if there are any side roads away from here, or—
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D-15 Jackknife: Shh, hang on. Look.
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D-15 Norse: Uh, Command, those lights just flashed at us. It’s turning. (Pauses) It’s coming towards us.
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Command: Copy that. How far away is this vehicle?
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D-15 Teter: Sort of hard to judge. The landscape gets really strange past this point. I think it’s pretty far away. It’s— (pauses) the bird noise. It’s stopped. There’s something else there now.
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Command: What is it?
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D-15 Teter: It’s like a person making… cat noises. Er, like, “merw, merw”. Just over and over again. I don’t know where it’s coming from.
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Command: Copy that, Teter. Go ahead and head back, we’re going to see about getting you some vehicles before trying this again.
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D-15 Teter: Affirmative.
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D-15 Jackknife: Thank god. My feet are fucking killing me.
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D-15 Norse: Teter, over here. There’s something by this tree.
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D-15 Teter: Yeah?
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D-15 Norse: It’s a cell phone.
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D-15 Teter: Huh. Yeah, go ahead and grab that. We’ll let the lab process it. (Pauses) Anybody seen those lights in a while?
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D-15 Jackknife: Not since we came back down that ridge. (Pauses) That weird cat sound is gone, though.
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D-15 Norse: Finally.
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D-15 Teter: Hang tight. I can hear something else. You hear that? What is that?
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D-15 Jackknife: I don’t know, honestly. It’s really weird, it’s like I can just make it out. (Pauses) Yeah, that’s weird. It’s like it’s really close to us, but I can barely hear it. It’s muffled? Sounds sort of like a lot of-
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D-15 Norse: (Pauses) Oh, fuck. Look up there.
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D-15 Jackknife: Oh my god.
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D-15 Teter: Wha— shit, the headlights. Run! Turn off your lights, run!
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Command: Teter? Teter, what is it?
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D-15 Teter: That noise (heavy breathing) the power lines (heavy breathing) they’re on the power lines (heavy breathing) the kids we were (pauses) looking for, they’re hung upside down above (heavy breathing) it’s right behind us.
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Command: Copy, we have an extraction team ready at the access point.
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Command: Teter? Do you read us?
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D-15 Jackknife: (Engine noise, then shouting, and then silence)
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D-15 Teter: Fuck!
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Command: D-15 team? Do you copy?
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Silence.
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Command: Do you copy?
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D-15 Teter: Come on. We’re almost there.
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Command: D-15, do you copy?
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D-15 Norse: Command?
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Command: We read you. What happened?
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D-15 Norse: It hit Jackknife and drove into the woods. We heard a voice as it came near us, and it was talking to us, but we don’t think it could see us. It’s gone back over the ridge now, and (pauses) I can’t see it. Jack? Jack!
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Command: Repeat, Jackknife is MIA?
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D-15 Teter: Affirmative. Command, I think we found the missing subjects too, but (pauses) I don’t think they’re recoverable. We need to get Jack, we’ll stay here until-
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Command: Negative, Teter. Proceed to the extraction point, let’s get you out of there. We’ll get another team in to recover Jackknife.
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Remaining members of D-15 team are successfully recovered at the access point. Remaining team members are in good health, aside from minor scrapes and bruises and signs of stress. The cell phone discovered by the D-15 team is confirmed to have belonged to one of the missing individuals, and information recovered from the device is available below.
Note: The following is an audio/video transcription of logs taken by members of the Atlanta-9 “Dirty Birds” extraction team. The ATL-9 team was prepared to extract the D-15 team in the event of a critical breakdown of the mission. The ATL-9 team was mobilized shortly after the successful extraction of the two remaining members of the D-15 team.
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ATL-9 Sherman: We have reached the clearing.
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Command: Roger. Jackknife’s locator is reading a distance of 400m. Be aware of the hostile, unidentified entity that attacked the D-15 team.
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ATL-9 Sherman: Roger. Let’s go.
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ATL-9 team proceeds forward quickly, following the trail identified by D-15 Teters. From Diego’s shoulder mounted camera, dim stars are visible in the sky above. In the distance, engine sounds can be faintly heard.
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ATL-9 Junipero: Jack? Jack, can you hear us, buddy? We’re coming to get you.
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D-15 Jackknife: (Muffled noises)
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Command: Extraction team, be advised we are receiving communications from Jackknife.
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ATL-9 Sherman: Roger.
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Image taken from recovery team video recorder.
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The team continues forward for several more minutes. As they come over a large hill, the power line stanchions become visible. Strung across the high tension lines are numerous figures, bound in ropes, hanging upside down by nooses from the lines. The majority of the figures are unmoving. One figure is struggling violently. At the base of the stanchion is SCP-3785-1.
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ATL-9 Sherman: Fuck. Alright, we need to get up that tower. (Pauses) I’m going to lead the truck away. You two get up the tower and recover Jackknife, then we’ll rendezvous back at the extraction point. Give me the heads up as soon as you’ve got him out, because I’m going to book it out of here.
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ATL-9 Diego: You got it.
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ATL-9 Sherman separates from the group. Following the crest of the hill, he moves further away from the stanchion and SCP-3785-1. As soon as ATL-9 Diego and Junipero are in position, ATL-9 Sherman lights a flare.
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ATL-9 Sherman: Over here, you cocksucker!
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There is the sound of distorted laughter and high pitched screeching as SCP-3785-1’s engine revs loudly and the entity moves away from the stanchion and towards ATL-9 Sherman. As soon as the entity is over the hill, ATL-9 Diego and Junipero move towards the stanchion and begin to scale it. As they do, the writhing figure wrapped in rope and caught in a noose above becomes more animated; in the brief instance it is visible on Diego’s camera, the eyes of D-15 Jackknife are visible, though the rest of his face is obscured by rope.
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As the two men climb, more of the surrounding area becomes visible. From their vantage point, the world beneath them is a single line of clearing and similar power lines amidst a world covered in dark forest. The sky above them, still black and darted with dim stars, appears to shimmer somewhat. Further away, the ground appears extremely distorted and twisted, looping up on itself and twisting over in ways that do not conform with standard geometry.
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Eventually, both ATL-9 Diego and Junipero reach the top of the stanchion. Using a rope to secure himself, Junipero sidles out towards Jackknife.
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ATL-9 Junipero: Hang on, Jack. Give me just a second to cut through this, and we’ll be out of here.
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Junipero produces a serrated knife and begins to saw at the length of rope. From Diego’s point of view, Jackknife appears to be watching Junipero intently. Below, the sound of engine revving can be heard in the trees, followed shortly afterwards by a small explosion (later determined to be a grenade thrown by ATL-9 Sherman).
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Suddenly, there is a low, rumbling sound with no apparent source. The power lines shake, causing Junipero to halt progress momentarily in order to maintain his grip on the line. After the rumbling ceases, Junipero continue sawing.
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ATL-9 Junipero: Hang on, hang on… I’ve almost… got-
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As ATL-9 Junipero saws through the last fibers of the rope, the noose and bindings come loose from Jackknife. The agent coughs and reaches out towards Junipero, but begins to fall upwards, away from the lines.
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ATL-9 Diego: Fuck!
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ATL-9 Junipero: Jesus Christ! Diego!
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ATL-9 Diego readies another length of rope and throws it towards Jackknife, missing him by a meter. The low rumbling sound is heard again, this time mixed with more distorted laughter from below them, as Jackknife continues to fall upwards.
Jackknife continues to ascend. From below, the distorted laughter grows louder, and is cut by a shrill, piercing sound that is vaguely feline in nature. The low rumbling begins to pulse.
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ATL-9 Junipero: Diego? What do we do?
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Above the two men on the power line, the dim stars in the sky begin to change. They grow slightly brighter and twist in on themselves, revealing many thousands (if not hundreds of thousands) of large, vaguely octopoid eyes that stretch from horizon to horizon. Jackknife is seen twisting around to face the sky.
Jackknife is cut short as his body distends dramatically. As it does, the eyes in the sky glow a dark red, and then Jackknife’s body comes apart suddenly. The remaining viscera continues to ascend into the sky. After a short time, the low rumbling sound subsides, as does the distorted laughter from below.
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ATL-9 Sherman: June, Diego, do you copy? Have you recovered Jackknife? The entity in the truck has disappeared into the woods.
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ATL-9 Diego: Copy. We lost Jackknife. Continue to rendezvous point, we’ll meet you there.
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All members of ATL-9 team recovered from within SCP-3785. Due to the hazardous conditions within SCP-3785, further manned exploration is temporarily restricted. The nature of the entity observed in the sky above SCP-3785 is unknown.
Note: The following are video and audio transcripts from data recovered from a cell phone, discovered during the events of Addendum 3785.2, belonging to Danielle Hudson, an individual believed to be lost within SCP-3785.
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ID #: 3785.AV.01
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 15 seconds
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Transcript: Three women and two men ride in a open-top Jeep down a dirt road, identified later as the access road to SCP-3785.
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ID #: 3785.AV.02
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 15 seconds
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Transcript: A small group of young people stand around a fire. The woman holding the camera turns the camera to look at herself while she makes a face. Notably, headlights can be seen in the distance.
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ID #: 3785.AV.03
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Document Type: Text Message
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Transcript: hey are u up? J got stuck. we need a tow again. out at crossplaines
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ID #: 3785.AV.04
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Document Type: Phone Call Records
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Call to: Contact, listed as “J”
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Status: Could not connect
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ID #: 3785.AV.05
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 1:13
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Transcript: Camera pans across the faces of the other missing people, all of whom appear concerned or angry. Somebody asks if anyone got a license plate number. One individual, a white male, is standing in front of a black truck, inspecting damage to its right side. Two other women are on their phones. As the camera approaches the truck, a white blazer drives by the group slowly. As it does, a dark figure can be seen staring at the group as it passes by. One of the males shouts “I hope you’re happy, asshole” and throws a bottle at the blazer, which disappears into the woods.
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ID #: 3785.AV.06
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Document Type: Pictures
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Description: Images of damage to the front of a truck.
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Image ID# 3785.AV.07.
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ID #: 3785.AV.07
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Document Type: Pictures
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Description: Single image of the top of a hill with a high voltage power line stanchion visible. No other context provided.
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ID #: 3785.AV.08
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Document Type: Phone Call Records
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Call to: 7 calls to 911, 10 calls to contact listed as “Momma”
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Status: Could not connect
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ID #: 3785.AV.09
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 15 seconds
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Transcript: A white male pulls a gun and points at something off camera. He fires the weapon, but is suddenly struck by a white blazer and both disappear off camera. A woman screams throughout. As the camera pans, both the truck and the individual cannot be seen. A strange retching sound is heard.
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ID #: 3785.AV.10
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 15 seconds
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Transcript: A single pair of headlights are visible at a distance. A man is heard screaming incoherently, before a loud engine rev is heard and the man goes quiet. As the camera pans, a fire is visible on a hilltop.
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ID #: 3785.AV.11
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Document Type: Phone Call Records
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Call to: 15 calls to 911
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Status: Could not connect
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ID #: 3785.AV.12
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Document Type: Text Messages
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Description: Several text messages over half an hour, all variations of “send help” or “call 911”.
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ID #: 3785.AV.13
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 15 seconds
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Transcript: An engine idling can be heard in the background. In the foreground, a woman whimpers. The lens is covered by something. From nearby, a male voice can be heard, though it is severely distorted and incoherent. The voice laughs. The retching sound from earlier can be heard.
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ID #: 3785.AV.14
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Document Type: Phone Call Records
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Call to: Unknown number, likely a misdial or pocket dial.
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Status: Could not connect
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Image ID# 3785.AV.15.
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ID #: 3785.AV.15
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Document Type: Picture
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Description: A single pair of headlights at a close distance. No other context is given.
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ID #: 3785.AV.16
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Document Type: Video
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Length: 23 minutes
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Description: Camera light activates, and camera is close to the ground. As the camera pans up, the face of the camera person is briefly visible, but cannot be made out. The camera person moves slowly down a dirt trail for a short distance, before coming out into the clearing again. Illuminated by moonlight only, a severely distorted landscape can be seen, which appears to be a canyon of impossible geological features, crisscrossed by dirt roads that at some points twist and turn upside down in a non-Euclidian fashion.
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The camera moves along the top of a very steep wall of the canyon, and looks down below. No bottom is visible, but several indistinct lights can be seen moving slowly in the darkness. Suddenly, there is the short but distinct sound of a loud engine rev, and the camera jerks to the right, where an impossibly large hill is visible in the darkness. Somehow, despite the hill seeming to be larger than the entirety of SCP-3785, its entire face is visible to the camera. On top of the hill, a single pair of bright headlights sit motionless, while a fire burns nearby. Down the hill, a single humanoid figure slowly drags two other humanoid figures towards a series of nooses.
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The standing figure then positions the two prone figures into the nooses by their necks, and the engine revs again. As the headlights at the top of the hill begin to back away, the two prone figures begin to rise slowly. As they rise, they begin to invert and hang up instead of down1. The forms can be seen writhing and struggling.
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The headlights back out of view, and the individuals (now hanging upside down) continue to rise until they are above the power lines. The camera pans across to see dozens of other figures at first, and then potentially hundreds, all hanging upside down above the power lines. A male voice can be heard across the expanse of the hill, heavily distorted but clearly laughing and speaking rapidly and incoherently. The camera pans back towards the humanoid figure on the hill, which is now looking up towards the hanging figures. There is a low rumbling noise, and something happens in the sky, just off-screen.
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Suddenly, the figure jerks and look towards the camera. The camera pulls away quickly and the light goes out. For the next fifteen minutes of video, the only sounds that can be heard are the short, heavy breaths of the camera person, the same low pulsing sound, and the intermittent screaming of the humanoid figure.
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ID #: 3785.AV.17
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Document Type: Picture
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Description: A dark male figure, illuminated by a dim light off camera. No other context is given. Picture was taken several days after all other documents collected from this device.
You are currently viewing an outdated version of this document. Please see the bottom of the page for a newer version. This is version 1 of 4, written on March 28, 2021.
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Item #: SCP-3916
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: One small swarm of SCP-3916 is contained in a standard biological containment cell at Site-121. It is to be fed daily with 500kg of fresh plant matter. Excess instances (past roughly 1500) are to be terminated as necessary. Any instances that escape containment are to be terminated by conventional means, such as fire or insecticide. Any personnel wishing to conduct experiments on SCP-3916 should contact its current head researcher.
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Wild instances of SCP-3916 should be eradicated immediately and thoroughly, unless otherwise notified. The Foundation is currently cooperating with the government of the United States of America (through the cover of LARPA, see Addendum) to capture, kill, or otherwise contain all wild SCP-3916 instances, as they have been recognized to pose a significant threat to humanity at large. MTF δ-17 "Metarhizium" is to be notified of any outstanding reports of SCP-3916.
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Description: SCP-3916 is a species of insect that physically resembles Chortoicetes terminifera (Australian Plague Locust). However, SCP-3916 has two anomalous traits of particular note.
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First, SCP-3916 eats at an alarming rate. A single instance is able to consume roughly 100g of matter per second. SCP-3916 has only been found to eat fresh plant matter.
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Second, SCP-3916 reproduce unusually quickly, and do so asexually. An instance of SCP-3916 will grow visually larger as it consumes more food, and after a certain size threshold, split into two instances of SCP-3916. Both new instances will be fully-formed adults. Each "cloning" takes a significant amount of consumption, currently estimated at 500g of food. However, due to its eating speed, SCP-3916 swarms grow very quickly.
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History: The Foundation was first made aware of the existence of SCP-3916 when a small swarm of them escaped the captivity of GoI-466 ("Wilson's Wildlife Services") in a transportation accident in Maupin, Oregon, along US Route 26. GoI-466 contacted the Foundation for assistance in containment, and the majority of the SCP-3916 instances were captured or eliminated. GoI-466 informed the Foundation of the nature of SCP-3916, and the few instances that remained uncontained were deemed to pose a significant threat. The uncontained instances of SCP-3916 spread rapidly across Oregon and into California, prompting the United States of America's government to take action, and leading to the formation of LARPA.
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Addendum - LARPA: Due to the nature of SCP-3916, the Foundation determined that it would be overly difficult to eliminate wild instances without alerting the general public. Thus, the Foundation contacted the USA government and negotiated the formation of LARPA (Locust Active Removal and Prevention Agency), an official government organization funded and staffed entirely by the Foundation. LARPA serves as a front through which the Foundation can openly take action against wild SCP-3916. Site-121, the current containment site of SCP-3916, has been designated as LARPA headquarters.
Special Containment Procedures: The former Forward Operating Base Locke has become the de facto containment site for SCP-3980. The above-ground portions of the base have been razed; the subterranean areas have been entombed beneath several thousand tons of concrete and paved over. Physical containment beyond these measures has been deemed unnecessary.
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All transmissions from FOB Locke are to be disregarded. There were no survivors.
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Several former personnel from FOB Locke have been detained within Site-51 Site-087 until the perpetrator behind Incident LOCKE/3980 has been identified. Innocent parties may be released if and when this occurs. The guilty party is to be executed; the method of termination has yet to be decided.
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Description: SCP-3980 is an unidentified anomaly responsible for the loss of FOB Locke and the deaths of 107 Foundation personnel on 2/14/2000; this event has been designated Incident LOCKE/3980. Due to its recent acquisition prior to this date, the destructive nature of the event in question, and the loss of physical documentation as well as all hands on-site, its exact nature and properties have yet to be definitively ascertained.
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Currently, all information on SCP-3980 has been gleaned through the first-hand accounts of the personnel who were stationed at FOB Locke and had been off-site at the time of the event. These former personnel suffer mild to severe impairment of their mental faculties and memory, possibly due to previous interaction with SCP-3980. Despite this, all personnel are in agreement that Incident LOCKE/3980 is the result of sabotage on the part of one of their number. Each suspect claims to know who this saboteur is, but are incapable of providing this information when prompted; the suspects are otherwise wholly compliant with their imprisonment.
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The following is a summarized list of traits that have been ascribed to SCP-3980 by former FOB Locke personnel. Parentheticals denote sources of each claim:
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SCP-3980 is either self-replicating (Researcher Bond), self-sustaining (Security Chief Matteus), or possibly ectoentropic (Doctor Walters)
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There may be as few as five (Doctor Peterson), or as many as ten thousand instances (Private Awde) of SCP-3980
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SCP-3980 is infectious, being transmissible between human subjects (Researcher Bond)
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SCP-3980 is a space-time aberration (Researcher Queste)
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SCP-3980 requires either a willful human operator/host (D-774), or conspirator (D-209) to enter an active state
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SCP-3980 exists in a purely metaphysical sense and is a potent informational hazard - full cognizance of SCP-3980 is sufficient to kill subjects (Director Kim)
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SCP-3980 is physically uncontainable due to its size of ~100 picometers (Commander Narup), or 1.6 billion kilometers (Doctor Lafayette)
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The following interview was conducted on 8/1/2014, at the request of FOB Locke Director Kim, who claimed to have new information on Incident LOCKE/3980
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Video File - 3980/#442
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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[Interviewer is seated in the interrogation chamber. Director Kim is led in by two armed guards. They are placed in their seat.]
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Interviewer: Greetings, Director. How have you been holding up?
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[Director Kim responds, assuring the interviewer that their time in custody has been relatively comfortable.]
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Interviewer: Excellent, I'm glad to hear that. Now, I've heard there's something you wish to share with us?
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[Director Kim explains a recurring dream they have been experiencing as of late. They slouch in their seat.]
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Interviewer: I see. That is certainly something, isn't it? W- [Interviewer becomes visibly distracted by the presence of a fly, and swats at it.] Damned things!
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Interviewer: Erm, yes. What do you think the significance of this is?
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[Director Kim slouches further in their seat, the flesh around their lips can be seen sloughing off. They begin to recount their final day on-site, one day prior to the incident.]
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Interviewer: Go on.
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[Director Kim details their remembrance of the anomaly to the best of their knowledge. As they do, the interviewer becomes preoccupied with the killing of several more flies. This continues for several minutes. Director Kim shouts animatedly at the interviewer, redirecting his attention. They state three words.]
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Interviewer: No. That - that can't…
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[The interviewer expires. Security guards enter the chamber, and drag Director Kim back to their quarters.
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The interviewer is led to the Site morgue for postmortem examination. Four guards were necessary to restrain him.]
Due to the immobile nature of SCP-3989 and its proximity to populated areas, Protocol Plainsight-201 is in effect for operations surrounding SCP-3989. A chain-link fence topped with barbed wire surrounds the property. Additional chain fencing with security checkpoints surrounds the active zone of SCP-3989 at a distance of 10 m. Civilians are to be turned away or detained by non-lethal force. Any managing to breach these perimeters and enter the active zone are to be considered lost until re-emergence, and then captured and quarantined under subsequent protocol, security permitting.
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Area-126 has been created to store and house all anomalies related to SCP-3989. Samples are only to be collected under expressed permission of the item's HMCL Supervisor. ACP-01 through 05 and HCP-01 through 04 may be employed to contain returning live samples at Area Director and HMCL Supervisor's discretion. Exploration of SCP-3989 may be requested by Researchers of Level 3 clearance or higher.
Additional land purchases for Area-126 are currently under review, and larger concrete barriers surrounding the original property are currently under construction. MTF Ψ-9 ("Abyss Gazers") will remain on-hand until further notice. Due to political instability in the surrounding area, strategic analysis for long-term containment is underway.
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All material exiting the active zone is to be handled under Biosafety Level 4 precautions at all times. Samples are only to be collected under expressed permission of the item's HMCL Supervisor. No long term containment is currently authorized for any items, sentient or otherwise, exiting the active zone. These items are to be incinerated at the conclusion of testing.
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Containment personnel affected by SCP-3989-V are to be retained for questioning under HCP-03 until further notice. No manned exploration of SCP-3989-A will be approved. Drone exploration is currently suspended pending HMCL review.
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::CURRENT PROCEDURES IN FULL. v 2.0::
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Foundation assets have purchased 20 acres of land surrounding SCP-3989 and converted them into a working olive orchard. Protocol Plainsight-201 is in effect for all shipments sent from and received by Area-126. Chain-link fencing topped with barbed wire has been installed around the perimeter of property surrounding SCP-3989. Concrete barriers 4 m in height have been constructed surrounding the original extent of the Area-126 property, with security checkpoints on the northern and eastern walls for access to the interior. An additional 4 m concrete barrier surrounds the current extent of SCP-3989's active zone at a distance of 5 m.
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A platoon strength detachment of MTF Ψ-7 ("Fumigators") is to be stationed on site at all times with access to anti-tank weaponry in the event of internal breach or external incursion. Additional assets will be made available if greater force is deemed necessary to prevent local military activity from breaching SCP-3989's active zone. Civilians attempting to gain access are to be turned away or restrained with nonlethal force and must be captured prior to breaching SCP-3989.
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All experimentation on retrieved items is to be carried out under Biosafety Level 4 conditions. Any material retrieved from SCP-3989 is to be incinerated at the conclusion of testing with no exceptions. Personnel affected by SCP-3989-V are to be offered the option to self terminate following interview, or remanded to permanent HCP-03 containment cells on site.
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Biweekly, 4 teams of 10 members each of MTF Ψ-7 ("Fumigators") will enter the active zone from all four cardinal directions and incinerate any new growth within the active zone to a depth of approximately 10 m. Drone exploration of SCP-3989-A requires approval of the anomaly's HMCL Supervisor (currently Dr. Sahir Ywakim) and Area-126 Director Fahreed Mohammed.
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SCP-3989 is a USUWAS2-C1 space-time anomaly which connects a large portion of its interior to an unknown and apparently extrauniversal or extratemporal location (SCP-3989-A). The active zone of the anomaly is approximately 12 m 30 m in diameter.
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SCP-3989 is located within a grove of Olea europaea trees in ███████, Syria. External measurements and observations of the grove indicate a footprint of approximately 5 acres. From the perimeter of the property, the anomalous nature of SCP-3989 is not readily apparent, though locally embedded Kant counter readings fluctuate between 0.76 and 3.62 Hm, with highest readings occurring during dark hours. This effect persists at distances of up to 20 m from the perimeter of the property.
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Upon entering the active zone, SCP-3989 manifests a non-euclidean space which continues to expand as it is traversed until subjects of the anomaly cross into SCP-3989-A. Radio and other communication signals continue to traverse the anomaly with no distortion, but GPS tracking has proven ineffective. Traversal into SCP-3989-A can only be achieved from a westerly direction, after sunset. If the active zone is approached from the east or during daylight hours, non-euclidean properties of the area persist, but will not result in a subject's disappearance into SCP-3989-A. Interior dimensions of the active zone exceed 5 10 acres. Instances of SCP-3989-1 within the active zone appear with the same frequency as non-anomalous Olea europaea trees on the rest of the property, and are likely to outnumber them by as much as two to one.
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SCP-3989 and SCP-3989-A are home to several anomalous forms of life which bear striking genetic resemblance to Homo sapiens. Though individual structures are clearly constructed of human tissue, their organization is widely divergent. All trees present within the region are characterized by varying degrees of ossification. Specimens which are completely ossified and defoliated resume growth of new leaf-like and fruit-like structures to support their anomalous anatomy and reproduce animal-like and plant-like entities found within SCP-3989-A.
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Update, 05/07/2015: SCP-3989-V refers to an unknown chemical or biological vector responsible for the onset of several perceptual effects in the Area surrounding SCP-3989. The primary function of the vector appears to be the concealment of SCP-3989's full active range and to increase difficulty in perceiving related anomalous biological activity. Extended exposure to SCP-3989-V dampens the effects of perceptual tampering, but encourages a sense of curiosity regarding SCP-3989. Long term exposure results in an obsessive, even religious fascination with SCP-3989 and SCP-3989-A. Biosafety Level 4 precautions are sufficient to prevent exposure in long-term personnel, suggesting either a chemical or olfactory vector. Research pending.
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SCP-3989's active zone has expanded at least 18 m since its initial containment.
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Foundation assets in Syria were alerted to a possible anomaly when a small olive orchard owned by █████ ██ ████████ in northern ██████ began to report and sell anomalously high crop yields for his reported number of trees. Field agents dispatched were met with significant resistance to questioning, and so began surveillance of the property. A harvesting operation alerted agents to the anomalous space contained within SCP-3989, and Foundation agents seized the property. During interview, Mr. ████████ demonstrated no knowledge as to the origin or purpose of SCP-3989, and appeared to be entirely ignorant of SCP-3989-A. He and his family were subsequently amnesticized, relocated, and released. No further anomalous activity on the part of Mr. ████████ has since been recorded. Circumstances surrounding SCP-3989's initial manifestation remain unknown.
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Addendum 3989-1:
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During inspection by Biological Containment Specialist Dr. Marshall Grant on 19/06/2015, 19 instances of SCP-3989-██ spontaneously appeared beyond the perimeter of the active zone and proceeded to dismantle primary containment. Dr. Grant initiated containment breach alarm but received no response from assets within Area-126. An unknown number of security assets on-site proceeded to release all biological anomalies in permanent containment: 2 instances of SCP-3989-██ and 47 instances of SCP-3989-██. A firefight ensued wherein 30 Area-126 personnel were terminated, as well as 15 members of the Biological Containment inspection team. Foundation MTF assets in Damascus were scrambled, and successfully terminated all 21 instances of SCP-3989-██ outside of containment. 25 tagged instances of SCP-3989-██ were recovered from the bodies of Area-126 personnel, the rest remain unaccounted for. Containment procedures are currently under review by Dr. Grant.
Interview AA-3989-03, 19/06/2015: Dr. Marshall Grant
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Introduction: Standard after-action interview to establish details surrounding the 19/06 containment breach at Area-126 performed by Dr. Mara Jamus.
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Dr. Marshall Grant is visibly distressed and is experiencing mild tremors throughout the interview.
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Jamus: Good afternoon Dr. Grant.
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Grant: Heh… No miss, it is definitely a bad afternoon.
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Jamus: Yes, I understand. Thank you very much for agreeing to do this interview. Do you need some more time before we proceed?
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Grant: No, thank you. I just— I— I wanna get this over with. Phew… You know, I've been working for the Foundation for almost 40 years, and I've never seen… y'know, combat.
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Jamus: Based on what I've heard, you did very well for the circumstances. Let's proceed, shall we? First, what is it that led you to come to Area-126 today?
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Grant: You— You don't think that I— ?
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Jamus: We just need to get a full picture of the circumstances. Normally one of our local assets would have carried out this inspection, I'm curious why you came here.
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Grant: I— well— I'm a biologist, right? And I have a good long record, so the Foundation made me into a kind of consultant. I was flipping through a large stack of records when I saw this— this site here, middle of a war zone, popping out exobiological entities, surrounded by— what, a fence? No mention of Biosafety precautions, no pathologists on staff. Nothing. It just— It's dangerous, very dangerous.
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Jamus: Yes, but, coming all this way. Was that really necessary?
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Grant: Oh yes! I uh, called the uh… whaddayacallit, HMCL! Dr. Ghazalie and left messages. Email, phone calls, contacted the director. They just waved me off. 'Don't worry about it, it's under control.' And the Damascus branch is… well, busy dodging bombs, so I figured I'd come out and see for myself. If it's under control, no harm, but if it's not, y'know, I can tell them what… Phew, sorry.
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Jamus: …Marshall? Are you alright?
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Grant: Yeah just… I gotta slow down… Okay. Jesus. Adrenaline.
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Dr. Grant raises his head and takes a sip from a small cup of water. Nods and motions with his hand to continue.
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Jamus: So, going back to our discussion, what was the status of Area-126 when you first arrived?
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Grant: As soon as we pulled up I could smell it. The team I had with me couldn't but I could. Something was rotten, like dead or dying rotten. And I swear this… it's hard to describe, but there was a kind of dusty yellow haze over the whole place.
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Jamus: Agent [REDACTED] didn't report anything like that.
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Grant: I know, but, I used to HMCL for… Nevermind, the point is I had to get myself inoculated against basic cognitive hazards and hallucinogens, so…
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Jamus: I see. At what point did you sound the breach alarm?
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Grant: Well I— I tried to call someone out to talk, no answer again. And I wasn't about to step into that… stuff, who knows what. I had one of the Security Team radio the Armory, and all we got back was this… gibberish talking that I tried very hard not to hear. We start suiting up masks to head in there when…
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Grant: …I've seen a lot of gross things but… I can't— It was like looking at something out of a video game or something, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Three meters tall, maybe four, no skin, teeth the size of my thumbs. One arm was just enormous, the other cradled up next to it and I swear I watched it inflate to match the other one. Skin just suddenly wraps around it like plastic molding. It had no eyes, but I swear the bastard saw me. And it smiled.
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Jamus: And that—
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Grant: Then, boom, boom, boom, a bunch of 'em shoot up from the ground and there's bullets flying everywhere. I fell back to the van and got on the radio to Damascus because I have no idea if small arms can do anything to this thing. There was a lot of screaming and I didn't… I didn't watch, I couldn't watch.
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Jamus: What about inside the facility? Can you tell us about that?
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Dr. Grant shudders and nods.
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Grant: I crept out when I heard the helicopter overhead and the fence was all twisted and gone. Two of those … I guess I'd call them humanoids, are slumped down on the ground not moving, a few more are surrounded further up. There were a couple of bodies nearby, partially— um— consumed. By now my adrenaline is up so I secured my mask, grabbed a rifle and started to make my way to the facility. That's when I noticed that the guys… the people inside were shooting out at me so…
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Jamus: You did what you had to.
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Grant: …Yeah… Yeah, I suppose. Luckily one of my team saw me and ran over to take the lead. Inside was a mess. Weird symbols on the walls, I can feel my head warping around it, so I just keep my eyes forward and focus on helping clear the hallway. Some of them surrendered; I don't— I don't think it works on everyone, whatever the… Anyway, we get down to the containment level and all the doors are just… open. Empty terrariums everywhere, and this… fuck.
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Jamus: You're referring to SCP-3989-█?
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Grant: RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATRIUM! SOMEONE WAS GROWING A TREE MADE OUT OF BACK-BONES RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATRIUM! I— I— I— At first I thought it was like, a fetish or something, some sick construction they made in reverence to whatever's inside but… Then I heard its heartbeat. I heard it breathing. They had been growing it, culturing it, harvesting… things from it. Using some of the people on site to feed it. OUR people! The only locked cells had— I— I— I dunno, thirty unaffected people huddled inside, stripped nude and covered in… I don't wanna even guess. It was all over the logs, like they were— Some of this is going to have to go higher! And— …I'm sorry, I'm rambling.
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Grant: Okay, two things. Number 1, whatever is in there, it wants out. It wants our planet for… something. Food? Worship? I don't know. But there is no way this anomaly intends to stay put.
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Jamus: And the second?
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Grant: Containment procedures say its diameter is 12 meters here on our side? That's not even close. It's growing. We need to get someone down here yesterday.
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Addendum 3989-2:
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SCP-3989 has been upgraded to a "Keter" class anomaly. Biosafety Level 4 precautions are in effect to prevent future infestations of SCP-3989-██ within Area-126. New containment procedures complete as of 05/07/2015. Additional information is accessible only to personnel with L4 general or SCP-3989 project specific clearance.
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Personnel able to perceive this message are authorized to access the remainder of this document. If you are reading this and have not been inoculated via agent IH-3989-B, please contact Dr. Sahir Ywakim immediately to verify your clearance. Failure to do so may result in permanent cognitive impairment. Please note that inoculation does not lift all redactions for all readers.
Participants: D-126-15, Dr. Farik Ghazalie (remote observer)
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Introduction: Exploration of SCP-3989 began as of containment in December 2009. Initial surveys determined extent of the initial spatial anomaly, but were unable to identify additional anomalous properties. Subsequent research requests involving the effects of long-term exposure to non-euclidean spaces in live human subjects extended normal testing times beyond sunset, and allowed D-126-15 to directly observe SCP-3989-1, SCP-3989-1A, and SCP-3989-A for the first time. The experiment was re-purposed and D-126-15 was fitted with audio and video surveillance equipment before being re-deployed within SCP-3989.
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D-126-15: Alright, how about now?
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Dr. Ghazalie: There you are! Okay, good, we're recording both audio and video; go ahead and turn on your headlamp and adjust… perfect.
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D-126-15: Heh, yeah, ain't my first rodeo. You want me to head back in?
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Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, please proceed toward the center of SCP-3989.
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Camera view turns and proceeds past several normal olive trees. After approx. 15 seconds, a pair of trees at the edge of the visible field appear to stop moving as several more trees manifest through them and move past.
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D-126-15: … That smell is coming back.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Can you describe it for the tape?
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D-126-15: Old blood. Something rotten and a little sweet. Whoa… you seeing these? They look like little… maggot noodles.
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Camera pans to the left, revealing several small worm like creatures.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Yes. See if you can collect a few.
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D-126-15 produces a specimen bag and collects a few of the creatures.
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D-126-15: They're warm to the touch. Very soft. Kinda hard to pull off. Get a load of this bark. It's powdery, white… very brittle.
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Bark is covered in white patches. D-126-15 scratches one of the white patches with his fingernail.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Can you remove a section for us?
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D-126-15 pulls a flake from the white portion of the tree, bringing some normal bark with it, and puts it in a separate bag.
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D-126-15: Got it.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Good. Keep moving.
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D-126-15: Goddamn, this smell keeps getting stronger. Look at these maggots.
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Camera pans quickly across several trees. Bark is not visible on some due to coverage of the small worms. D-126-15 coughs and gags.
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D-126-15: There's a lot- a lot of leaves on the ground here. Not much foliage left on the trees.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Do you need further assistance?
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D-126-15: Nah I'm good. It just reeks in here. Okay, something just shifted… I… I think I'm through.
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Trees that were formerly stationary at the edge of visibility continue moving forward. More trees become visible beyond. Dull yellow ambient light begins to grow.
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Dr. Ghazalie: We lost you on GPS, but we're still receiving you. Can you hear me?
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D-126-15: Loud and clear… not as many worms anymore, but all the trees are bone-white. I think I see a light up ahead. It can't be dawn already, can it?
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Dr. Ghazalie: Negative. Please proceed.
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D-126-15: I swear I'm being watched.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Try to remain calm and move your head slowly. It's hard for us to see if you start to panic like that.
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D-126-15: Yeah, easy for your ass to say.
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Grove of SCP-3989-1 taken within SCP-3989-A
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D-126-15: Oh that is just gross.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Please describe what you're seeing.
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D-126-15: The leaves are… beating. Christ.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Can you give us a closer look?
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D-126-15 reaches up to a branch and pulls it in front of the camera. Fluid is seen rushing through veins in a leaf-like structure. Structure regularly contracts and expands as though pumping the fluid. The branch in D-126-15's hand fractures, leaking a steady stream of thick, black fluid onto his hand. D-126-15 begins to gag again before quickly putting the broken branch into a specimen bag. Camera pans down to reveal D-126-15's legs are apparently covered with the small white worms found on the forest floor.
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D-126-15: Nope, that's it. I'm done.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Please continue, D-126-15, we need to get as much information as we can.
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D-126-15: Don't care. I'm coming out. You do what you gotta do.
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Dr. Ghazalie: [inaudible conversation]… Harrick, we need you to go further into the anomaly and collect more—
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Loud cracking sound from off camera, followed by a deep, guttural sound. Camera captures a large, pale hind limb moving out of sight behind a nearby tree. D-126-15 extinguishes headlamp and can be heard running
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Afterword: D-126-15 suffered minor lacerations on his shins and feet, though no trace of the worm-like creatures from the video could be found on or about his person. Specimens collected yielded valuable anatomical information for biology found within the anomalous space, designated SCP-3989-A. Branch returned by D-126-15 included an olive like structure in addition to the leaf-like structures of the anomalous plants. Composition of the branch and small wood sample were confirmed to be human bone. Leaves confirmed to consist of human cardiac tissue. No sample of the fluid was able to be retrieved. Anomalies designated SCP-3989-1 and SCP-3989-1A respectively. D-126-15 was reprimanded and given 5 day extension to his term of service.
Participants: D-126-15, D-126-16, Dr. Farik Ghazalie (remote observer)
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Introduction: D-126-15 agreed to continue exploration of SCP-3989-A, along with D-126-16, on the condition that they both be granted firearms. Dr. Farik Ghazalie observing. Mission objectives were set to identify the large creature sighted in Log 3989-15, as well as to continue exploration further into SCP-3989-A and attempt to identify further anomalies. D-15 and D-16 were each issued one Browning Hi-Power 9mm pistol with a full magazine of 13+1 rounds. Researchers on-hand were fitted with Class IIIa body armor for their safety, and additional compliment of 5 security personnel accompanied the subjects.
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D-15: Check.
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D-16: Check.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Check check. Okay. D-15, you know the procedure I'm sure.
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D-15: Fuck you, Farik.
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D-15 checks his firearm, satisfies himself that his weapon is loaded and holsters it.
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Dr. Ghazalie: D-16, please follow D-15 into the anomaly. We will not be collecting specimens of SCP-3989-1 or -1A at this time.
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D-16: Uh, okay?
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D-15: He means the worms and the bone-trees. Just keep your gloves on and follow me.
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[EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED]
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D-16: Doctor, it's getting a lot brighter in here.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Affirmative. You may now switch off your headlamps.
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D-15: I think I see the branch I broke the other day. It's still… bleeding? Do plants do that? There are a lot of those worms on it.
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Dr. Ghazalie: D-16, see if you can get a jar under there to collect some of that liquid.
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D-16 raises a specimen jar and collects a few mL of the substance as D-15 gets a closer look at the broken branch.
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D-15: Farik, are you seeing this?
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Dr. Ghazalie: D-15, please refer to me as 'Dr. Ghazalie' for the official record.
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D-15: Whatever, man, are you seeing this or not? The worms. They're pooping bone.
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D-15's camera zooms in and observes SCP-3989-1A depositing white calcified material on the end of the broken branch. A long segment of branch behind the mass of instances appears to have been deposited in a similar piecemeal manner.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, I see it. Good eye.
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D-15: Can we get someone in the lab to put -1A in a petri dish with some wood or leaves or something? Or did you do that already?
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Dr. Ghazalie: D-15, that's enough. Please proceed westward.
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[EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED]
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D-15's camera captures several mature instances of SCP-3989-1. Instances are no longer spaced regularly as in previous footage. Nearby instances appear to be fruiting.
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D-15: That's new. Doctor, are you able to see the fruiting bodies?
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D-16: Are they moving? Shit, I think they're moving.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, I see them. D-16, can you retrieve one?
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D-15's camera pans rapidly. D-15 draws his firearm to low-ready stance.
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D-15: Belay that, something's here.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Harrick, do you want another 5 days? Christ. D-16, proceed as ordered.
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D-16 removes a specimen bag and reaches out to grab one of the fruiting bodies, dark purple in color. It ruptures in his hand and 15 instances of SCP-3989-1A emerge from it, rapidly crawling up D-16's arm. D-16 brushes them off quickly. A burbling sound is heard off camera.
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D-16: Oh fuck! Get off me!
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D-15: Must have been ripe. Get one of the bright red ones and let's get out of here.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Negative, we need to locate—
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D-16's camera is suddenly lifted off the ground. D-16 gasps in surprise and connection is suddenly interrupted. D-15's camera pans rapidly. A human pelvis and legs in D-class attire falls to the ground. Camera pans upward to observe a pale humanoid approximately 4 m tall with extensive dentition and highly defined musculature. Face bears no nose, eyes, ears, or other discerning marks. D-15 rapidly fires his weapon, perforating the entity's chest with no fewer than 6 rounds. Bleeding is visible, but entity shows no sign of discomfort. Entity extends one arm and strikes D-15. Connection interrupted.
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Afterword: Large humanoid entity has been designated SCP-3989-2. Agent Josiah Harrick posthumously reinstated to Foundation service. Agent Harrick and D-126-16 listed as KIA.
Participants: MTF Z-9 (Mole Rats) Team Charlie, Dr. Farik Ghazalie (remote observer)
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Introduction: Following the events of Exploration 3989-16, additional human interaction with SCP-3989-A was deemed an unnecessary risk by many attendant personnel. Dr. Ghazalie requested approval from ████ ████████, head of Extradimensional Topology, directly in order to continue experimentation. A detachment of MTF Z-9 (Mole Rats) was procured for the purpose of continued reconnaissance of SCP-3989-A. Stated objectives were to retrieve samples collected by D-126-16, establish visual contact with SCP-3989-2 if possible, and attempt to fully traverse SCP-3989-A. Rather than trying to collect additional samples of anomalous objects within SCP-3989-A, MTF Z-9 was equipped with an experimental hand-held ultrasound machine to investigate any future fruiting bodies without causing damage to SCP-3989 native fauna. MTF Z-9 members present are designated Charlie (squad leader), X-Ray, and Delta.
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Charlie: Sound check.
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X-ray: Clear.
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Delta: And the devil makes three.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Thank you, ladies. You may proceed eastward when ready.
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[EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED]
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X-Ray: Charlie, get a load of the floor.
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Exploration team cameras pan to the ground. Hundreds of instances of SCP-3989-1A visible. Beneath them, a thick layer of red, fleshy material coats the ground.
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Delta: Looks like it might be a placenta or something. Base, you want a sample?
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Dr. Ghazalie: Negative, Delta. In fact, don't take samples of anything. Last two people who did that ended up KIA.
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Delta: That would have been nice to know beforehand.
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Charlie: Can it, D. Base, can you give us an estimate on where we can expect to see the bodies?
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Dr. Ghazalie: Not a reliable one, no. Shouldn't be more than a few minutes, you'll come to a bone-tree right in your path. D-126-16 bought it right around there.
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X-Ray: I think I see it. What the… Oh fuck.
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An instance of SCP-3989-1 appears on the path ahead. The body of Agent Harrick is seen crucified, naked, upside-down and pinned to the trunk of the tree by bony growths through his hands and feet. Several symbols appear to be carved in his skin, but these are not discernible through camera feed. A large mass of SCP-3989-1A are present at the trunk of the tree. Remnants of D-Class jumpsuits are visible nearby.
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Charlie: Language. Nothing we haven't seen before. D, get up there and see if you can find the canister. Base wants their samples back.
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Delta approaches the mass of SCP-3989-1A, and tentatively pushes them aside. After approximately two minutes, she retrieves D-126-16's sample jar, still containing a small amount of black fluid.
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Delta: This it?
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Dr. Ghazalie: It appears so, yes. Please hold onto that for us. I'd like you all to proceed eastward as soon as possible.
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Charlie: Roger, Base. You heard him ladies, get on the hump.
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X-Ray: Charlton Heston over here. I mean, aye-aye cap'n.
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After approximately five minutes, the persistent haze lifts and Charlie Team's body cameras are able to see a large open valley. Sky is yellow in color, all apparent plant life below bears red 'foliage'. Also visible are several instances of SCP-3989-2.
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Delta: I can see some humanoids down below us. Very large.
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Charlie: I don't see anything.
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Delta: Between the treetops, you can see their heads poking out. I can just make out the silhouette in the shadows.
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Charlie: It's your imagination.
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Delta's camera zooms in on the entities. Feed from X-Ray and Charlie does not contain any traces of humanoids at this time, despite similar field of view.
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Delta: Base, tell me I'm crazy. I would very much enjoy being crazy.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Yes, that's our -2. Try to avoid contact as you proceed.
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Delta: Should be pretty easy; I don't see any eyes.
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Dr. Ghazalie: We have reason to believe they have some anomalous sensory apparatus.
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X-Ray: I'll take 'Things they should have told us' for 200, Alex.
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Delta and X-Ray laugh audibly.
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[EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED]
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Charlie accidentally bumps into an instance of SCP-3989-1 and suddenly reacts, startled. Body camera now records two instances of SCP-3989-2 facing her.
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Charlie: Base! Base, I-I can see them!
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Dr. Ghazalie: Remain calm, Charlie. You've been walking among them for the past twenty minutes. Do not engage.
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X-Ray: I still got nothing.
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Delta: Touch that tree over there.
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X-Ray: FUCK!
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Charlie: Okay… Okay… So… So what does that mean?
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Delta: It means keep moving. Try to ignore them.
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Instances of SCP-3989-2 continue to follow Charlie Team. All team members exhibit signs of stress. Rapid panning movements of cameras to observe instances following Charlie Team. Rapid breathing. Team maintains radio silence for five minutes.
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Charlie: Trees up here are-uh-are starting to look different. X-Ray, can you get that ultrasound out?
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X-Ray produces ultrasound device and approaches a nearby tree. Trunk is segmented and exhibits musculature on one side. Appearance is consistent with enlarged vertebral columns. Camera pans upward. In addition to previously observed cardiac foliage, entity appears to have foliage similar in structure to bronchial tubes, which expand and contract in slower rhythm than cardiac foliage. Fruiting bodies are present approximately 3 m above ground level.
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Delta: Those things hanging off the trunk look like afterbirth. I swear I can smell it through my ventilator.
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X-Ray: …Base, if I'm honest, I really don't want to climb this thing.
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Dr. Ghazalie: As long as you don't cause any damage to the fruit, you should be fine.
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X-Ray: You come in here and climb it.
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Charlie: Xenia, just get it done. I want out of here.
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X-Ray hesitantly scales the vertebral column, and places the ultrasound device onto a fruiting body. It twitches under the device as she proceeds to move the probe around. Additional instances of SCP-3989-2 appear at the base of the tree. Guttural sounds are heard.
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X-Ray: Base, have you got it?
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Dr. Ghazalie: Beautiful… Just beautiful. Please proceed.
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Delta: Negative, Base. We are not okay.
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Dr. Ghazalie: They won't engage unless you damage the orchard. Risk is minimal.
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X-Ray: Wait, there's a-another fruit up here. Let me see if I can…FUCK.
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X-Ray reaches a smaller, darker fruit and begins to probe with ultrasound. The fruit ruptures almost immediately and a small, animate humanoid with four legs, two pelvises, and an exposed spine crawls up her arm, down her back, and runs quickly out of sight. X-Ray loses her grip, falls to the ground, and stands quickly. Instances of SCP-3989-2 do not react.
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Charlie: X-Ray, are y— …Does anyone else hear that?
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Dr. Ghazalie: We're not getting any audio. Describe it to me.
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Delta: No, no hearing is the wrong word. I feel something. Like someone is grabbing my liver and giggling in my face.
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Instances of SCP-3989-2 begin to converge on Charlie Team. Delta's camera observes two instances emerging from the ground. One instance has visible scarring on its torso from apparent gunshot wounds. The fleshy substance on the ground closes behind the emerging instances. Audio of low groaning sound can be heard. Analysis suggest no fewer than 10 instances present.
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Charlie: That's it, no more of this. I'm calling a general abort. Backtrack, on the double.
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X-Ray: Yes ma'am!
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Dr. Ghazalie: No, Team, we need to keep pushing forward, you're almost at the— uh, to the other side! We need to collect more data.
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Charlie: So send in a drone or something. I'm not risking any more than we already have. We're out of here.
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X-Ray's body camera shows a smaller humanoid, approximately 1.7 m in height, peeking from behind a nearby vertebral tree. Charlie Team does not appear to notice. Delta is preoccupied with kicking off dozens of SCP-3989-1A instances which are crawling along her suit. Charlie is moving out, carefully stepping around SCP-3989-2 instances. Despite lack of eyes, instances follow her with their faces. Several appear to be smiling.
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Dr. Ghazalie: You're all making a terrible mistake. Think of what we could learn from it!
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UNKNOWN: Leave… and be devoured. Stay… and shed your mortality. The Wild beckons.
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X-Ray: Base, you've got a lot of fucking nerve.
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Dr. Ghazalie: That—That wasn't me.
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UNKNOWN: Kythera2 awaits the vessels chosen. Come forth unto Orok3, and receive your just reward.
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Charlie team continues running. Body cameras capture the emergence of several more entities of approximately human size, but details cannot be resolved by provided footage. Laughter can be heard throughout the remainder of the tape. Sounds reminiscent of combat are also captured. Source has not been determined.
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[EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED. END OF LOG]
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Afterword: Analysis of ultrasound data reveals small instances of SCP-3989-2 growing within fruiting bodies of the vertebral tree-like structures. Large humanoids re-designated to SCP-3989-2A, and newly discovered tree structures designated SCP-3989-2. Smaller humanoid designated SCP-3989-2B. Follow-up exploration requested to determine life-cycle of SCP-3989-2/2A.
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Researcher's Note, 06/01/2017:Have to point this out; this is the first time it's clear that Dr. Ghazalie was under the influence of SCP-3989-V. Infection gets worse over subsequent logs. In his capacity as lead researcher, he was able to conceal these logs from leadership until such time as SCP-3989-V infestation became dominant.
Participants: Dr. Farik Ghazalie, Area-126 Security Team Delta, Technician Amal Dwent (remote observer)
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Introduction (voiceover): Previous human interaction with SCP-3989-A has been marred by human frailties of fear and mortality. In the interests of further discovery based on the text4 we've discovered on site since primary containment, I, Dr. Farik Ghazalie, will personally lead an expedition in search of Kythera, and the Orokian temple within. Secondary objectives include obtaining live specimens of SCP-3989-2A and -2B, preferably in utero. I would like to state for the record that this experiment is proceeding under my own authority, and I accept full responsibility for the outcome. Bravo team members Gulf, India, and Echo will accompany me.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Quick sound check.
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Gulf: Check.
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India: Check.
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Echo: [static]
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T. Dwent: Echo, check your mic, I don't read you.
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Echo: How's this?
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T. Dwent: Perfect, that's all of you. Ready when you are, Doctor.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Okay, everyone stay close to me. It's a rather long walk. Try not to touch anything if you can help it. Anything you see or hear won't harm you if you don't make the first move.
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Gulf: What constitutes a 'first move'?
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Dr. Ghazalie: We're-uh… we're not quite sure. Just keep your hands to yourself.
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Echo: I fear not.
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India: Nor I.
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Dr. Ghazalie: That's the spirit. Come, there is much to see.
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Team body cameras capture the transition to SCP-3989-A. Unknown entities visible peeking from behind trees throughout video feed. Gulf can be heard breathing heavily at times as his camera whips to view entities, which promptly disappear from video feed. Unintelligible whispering periodically appears on audio log. Team members do not speak for approximately 20 minutes.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Amal, status check?
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T. Dwent: Things are going nominally. Have you seen the Halkost?
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Gulf:Halkost? You mean we're going in after a Karcist?
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Dr. Ghazalie: That is the current plan. Yes, Amal, I saw them. I believe they see us as pilgrims.
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India: Don't get cocky, Doctor. There is much we don't know.
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Gulf: This is a very bad idea.
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Echo: …Amal, do you know if Gulf has been initiated?
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Gulf: Initiated? Into wha—
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Echo, India, and Dr. Ghazalie stop walking and turn to face Gulf. India and Echo raise their weapons and aim at Gulf.
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Gulf: Oh. Oh fuck you guys.
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Echo and India open fire on Gulf, who does not have time to return fire and is quickly terminated. The floor of the orchard opens beneath him, and a swarm of SCP-3989-1A quickly surrounds and begins to consume the body.
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India: Shame. I enjoyed working with him.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Do not grieve for the blind and deaf. Wonderful sights and sounds await them.
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Team continues to traverse SCP-3989-A. Topography of the area is inconsistent with previous exploration attempts. No trace is found of Agent Harrick's body, or the large open valley entered by MTF Z-9. Dr. Ghazalie begins to pace and spin, visibly disoriented. Audio during this time is sporadic. Intelligible portions transcribed below.
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UNKNOWN: Sacrifice. Betrayal. Who brings this offering?
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UNKNOWN: The world of man walks in ignorance and frailty. Minds of the past cannot navigate the labyrinth of the present.
Dr. Ghazalie: Amal, how long have we been walking? Amal? Base?
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India: Doctor. Explain.
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Dr. Ghazalie: There was supposed to be a valley and a mountain. I swore they were at the foot of the temple when they turned back.
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SCP-3989-4
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Echo: …India, shoot that man.
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India immediately raises his firearm. Echo releases a three round burst into India's head. India falls to the ground, terminated. His body camera continues to record as he is subsumed by SCP-3989-1.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Wh— Why did you do that?!
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Echo:Orok is a patron of betrayal and loyalty, yes? Then it stands to reason that we will now find his temple.
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UNKNOWN: The Harvest has been fulfilled. The Hunt begins.
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Dr. Ghazalie: …How long?
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Echo: Since Harrick brought back the first of the blessed white worm. Perhaps even before you.
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Dr. Ghazalie: I wish you hadn't said that on record.
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Echo: What record? This stays on site.
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T. Dwent: Go. Reap.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Heh. Well played, both of you. I'm sure he will be pleased.
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India's body camera records emergence in a dimly lit black stone hallway. A face with a vertical mouth is visible on frame briefly. The body is carried down the hallway briefly before the feed is interrupted.
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Echo's body camera records a topological restructuring event behind Dr. Ghazalie. Landmass appears to shift and change until a large valley opens below and reveals a black stone temple complex (SCP-3989-4). Dr. Ghazalie turns and sees the complex.
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Echo: Knock, and the door will be opened.
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Remaining team members proceed down into the temple complex. Little activity is visible on feed other than various views of the complex. Architecture present suggests quasi-Mesoamerican and Sumerian influences, but is inconclusive. Significant degradation is present on several buildings. Writing is absent. Numerous examples of SCP-3989-2 are present throughout the grounds. Instances appear to shift toward Echo and Dr. Ghazalie as they approach, and recede as they depart.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Magnificent. This place is truly ancient. Ion himself may have walked upon these stones.
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India's body camera reactivates. Several large humanoids are visible from the camera's vantage point. Both India and Gulf are visible on stone altars in the background. Large humanoids with vertical mouths (SCP-3989-3) surround them, apparently vocalizing, though no audio is recorded. Feed cuts after 15 seconds.
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Sound of stone falling is heard through Echo's microphone. Echo turns quickly, raising her weapon.
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Echo: Doctor, did you hear that?
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Dr. Ghazalie: Look at these reliefs! Exquisite! And after so much time!
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Echo's camera pans back to where Dr. Ghazalie was standing, and he is no longer present. No interruption or anomalous movement was visible through Dr. Ghazalie's video feed.
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T. Dwent: Doctor, can you read us?
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UNKNOWN: A Roman soldier once explained to me that warfare is an honorable enterprise. Was it not the Roman horde which coined the phrase Divide et impera?
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T. Dwent: Farik, do you hear me? Echo has —
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Audio feed from base is cut.
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Dr. Ghazalie's body camera pans in attempt to locate Echo. When he realizes she is missing, Dr. Ghazalie breathes rapidly and his pulse quickens. Camera picks up several spatial distortions in SCP-3989-4. Distances between adjacent buildings expand and contract at irregular intervals, as does their elevation relative to their vantage point. Audio records the beginnings of a distressed vocalization, but cuts before words can be discerned. Dr. Ghazalie moves quickly to a pyramidal structure to his right, which appears stable relative to his position, and begins to climb it. Dr. Ghazalie's side-arm is visible in his hand at this time.
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Echo's body camera captures similar spatial distortions to Dr. Ghazalie's, though of lesser intensity. Audio feed unresponsive. She retreats to a nearby outcrop with rifle at low ready and appears to be responding to sounds in the environment. Several possible sightings of humanoids on record, however spatial distortion makes these very difficult to discern. A pair of black structures resembling eyes appear in the sky overhead and vanish within 2 seconds. Audio feed resumes.
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Echo: — can hear me, I'm stuck in a small mausoleum near the uh… Shit, no compass. Ghazalie? Dwent?
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UNKNOWN: I am here.
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Echo: Wh — who said that? Who are you?
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A loud, low, widely spaced rhythm is heard, along with a rushing of air. Air and rhythm are seen to correspond to spatial distortions of SCP-3989-4.
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UNKNOWN: I live.
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Four instances of SCP-3989-3 emerge from the ground approximately 30 m from Echo. One instance, standing approximately .5m taller than the others on four hind limbs, produces a sword from the center of its chest and directs it toward Echo. All four instances proceed slowly, the three in front extending long poles from their forearms, which detach and form glaives approximately 2m in length. She opens fire, striking two in the skull who fall back momentarily before regaining their feet. Gulf's body camera reactivates and delivers a feed of some location behind Echo. Echo continues firing after reloading. The largest SCP-3989-3 instance is struck once in each shoulder and once in the neck, stumbles, and rises again, bleeding but not in any apparent distress. Gulf's camera draws closer. A hand resembling those of SCP-3989-3, but wearing a Foundation security uniform, grabs Echo by the shoulder and plunges a dagger into her neck, obscuring the camera before the feed cuts.
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Dr. Ghazalie reacts in synchronization to the sounds of the unknown vocalization, though no audio plays through his microphone. He retreats into a chamber at the top of the pyramid. Interior dimensions of the chamber suggests it recedes far further to the rear than an external view of the structure should allow. Dr. Ghazalie activates headlamp. Dark red structures are apparent in the sides of the chamber, regularly pulsating in slow rhythm. A light is visible ahead. Dr. Ghazalie runs toward it. Analysis of playback reveals several small (< 0.3m long), light skinned figures running along the passage in both directions. No reaction noted from Dr. Ghazalie to their presence. Far end of hallway opens into large, round chamber with stadium seating on all sides. Dr. Ghazalie trips and falls approximately 3 m into the floor of the chamber. Floor is covered in 0.5 m of viscous black fluid. Audio resumes.
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Dr. Ghazalie: Oh no… No no no!
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Camera pans upward. Seats are filled with innumerable instances of SCP-3989-3, chanting in unknown language. A 5 m tall door opens on the opposite side of the chamber, releasing two instances of SCP-3989-2A. Gulf, India, and Echo's cameras all resume transmission from various points within the upper level, with clear view of Dr. Ghazalie below.
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Dr. Ghazalie: No! I am with you! I wanted to help you! Don't you understand?! I'm not a warrior, I'm a simple pilgrim! Think of what we could learn together!
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UNKNOWN: Reap.
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SCP-3989-2A instances drop to all fours, and run across the chamber as Dr. Ghazalie fires rapidly. SCP-3989-2A throws Dr. Ghazalie against the far wall. Video feed ends.
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Afterward: After analysis of the above log, all Team members were considered KIA and their equipment unrecoverable. Site Director Dr. ██████ ██████████ suspended all inquiries into the event and seized all related logs for information security purposes.
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Addendum:On 21/3/2014, an instance of SCP-3989-2 spontaneously appeared in the Area-126 atrium, bearing four fruits approximately 1 m in diameter. During establishment of in-situ containment, all four fruits simultaneously ruptured, and four individual humanoids genetically identical to Dr. Ghazalie, Echo, India, and Gulf were recovered. Area-126 records indicate these entities were returned to active duty in site operations. The above logs were recovered buried under the live instance of SCP-3989-2 during the events of 15/06/2016 containment breach.
Ossified tree resembling Olea europaea. Leaf-like structures composed of cardiac tissue. Fruiting body replaced with egg sacs containing 10-15 larval instances of SCP-3989-1A
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SCP-3989-1A
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Possible sighting as SK-BIO Type Ζ at related sites.
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Small worm-like organisms essential to ossification process of existing olive trees in SCP-3989 active zone. Limited anatomical characteristics. Consumption of wood fiber elicits deposit of human osteocytes in non-anomalous trees.
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SCP-3989-2
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No prior designation, unconfirmed reports of instances possibly within the active zone of SCP-610 suggesting prior successful breach.
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Tree-like structures composed of enlarged human vertebral columns. Exhibit branching structures reminiscent of trees but of no discernible non-anomalous parallel. Exposed lung brachiation and cardiac tissue in place of small twigs and leaves. Bears small amniotic sacks from placental tissue along the trunk, containing developing instances of SCP-3989-2A and SCP-3989-2B
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SCP-3989-2A
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Possible SK-BIO Type A/SCP-2480-2
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Large, long-limbed humanoids, white in color, no discernible facial features or sensory organs. First sighted during manned expeditions in SCP-3989-A. Behavior is restricted to observation of Foundation presence unless provoked. Apparently tasked with guarding SCP-3989-A; several exploration teams lost while attempting to retrieve live samples from SCP-3989-2.
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SCP-3989-2B
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No prior designation, unconfirmed reports of instances possibly within the active zone of SCP-610 suggesting prior successful breach.
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Small humanoids, similarly lacking eyes or sensory organs. White in color with exposed vertebral columns branching at the base, creating two pelvises. Possesses no fewer than three hearts and four lungs, though more have been recorded. Retreats from interaction with Foundation personnel or exploratory vehicles if able.
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SCP-3989-3
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Possible SK-BIO Type B. Unconfirmed reports of instances present during SCP-610 active periods. Relation between these two anomalies is unknown.
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Humanoids 1.5 - 2 m in height with vertical mouths. Bodies are protected by apparently chitinous or keratinous armor plating. No samples retrieved. Will engage Foundation personnel on sight. Notable deviations from previously encountered SK-BIO Type B instances include additional hind or forelimbs, presence of horizontal mouths, horned craniums, or integrated bladed and projectile weaponry.
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SCP-3989-4
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Temple complex visible at a distance estimated to be 10 km from entry to SCP-3989-A. Extent unknown. Construction appears to be of a dark stone-like material. No samples yet collected. SCP-3989-3 concentration increases with proximity to the temple.
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SCP-3989-V
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Designation of unknown perception and cognition affecting vector associated with concealing the anomalous properties of SCP-3989 and subdesignations. Vector appears to apply not only to live observation, but also to video and audio recordings. It is unknown the extent to which this vector is responsible for concealing the events of Exploration Log 3989-18. Subsequent to containment breach event on 15/06/2016, anomalous effects apply to all personnel exposed directly to SCP-3989-A. Additional cognitive effects of auditory and visual hallucinations have been reported in ███ personnel since recontainment. Optional self-termination of those affected is authorized.
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SCP-3989-H
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Four entities formerly known as Dr. Farik Ghazalie, Security Captain Elize "Echo" Faina, and Security Agents Ghaith "Gulf" Kalabi and Aimar "India" Terzi. Currently uncontained.
Photograph of a previously-used storage facility for paper instances of SCP-4236.
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Special Containment Procedures: All newly-discovered instances of SCP-4236 are to be secured for containment as soon as possible. Instances are to be submitted for review before digitization and then secured in standard document storage. Any civilians with direct exposure to unedited instances of SCP-4236 are to be interviewed before being administered class-A amnestics.
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Foundation agents are to work with social media platforms to remove any pre-review instances of SCP-4236. Instances that contain classified information, technical documents, or audiovisual material of famous individuals should be of the highest priority. A small number of instances of SCP-4236 which contain classified or technical information may be edited and re-published onto online conspiracy-theory communities as part of an ongoing disinformation campaign.
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Under the condition in which no instances of SCP-4236 are discovered within the period of a complete calendar year, SCP-4236 is to be submitted for re-classification to class: Neutralized.
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Description: SCP-4236 refers to artifacts of anomalous origin first appearing in the late 1940s. SCP-4236 instances take the form of assorted media both physical and digital.1 Historically, instances of SCP-4236 have been recovered from secure military and government facilities among non-anomalous materials. Starting in the late 1980s, SCP-4236 instances have begun manifesting in far more unsecured locations. During the 90s, instances of SCP-4236 became increasingly common online, culminating in a peak of approximately twelve thousand new instances being detected and contained during the 2015 calendar year. The rate of appearances has since been showing a steady decline.
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The first reports of SCP-4236 were obtained from UIU records. The UIU initially deemed SCP-4236 a hoax before instances of SCP-4236 were discovered in secure facilities among classified information. To date, over five hundred and seventy thousand instances of SCP-4236 have been detected and contained. Early Foundation research into the origin of SCP-4236 instances suggested the presence of a memetic agent. However, efforts to detect a memetic agent related to SCP-4236 have failed, and testing has concluded that instances of SCP-4236 do not have cognitohazardous properties. A more modern hypothesis, supported by recent advances in Hume Decay Analysis, suggests that instances of SCP-4236 are manifesting from a parallel reality designated SCP-4236-A.
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SCP-4236-132. A photograph of what is believed to be SCP-4236-B with two unidentified engineers.
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SCP-4236 instances are characterized by references to an object designated SCP-4236-B. Information cataloged from SCP-4236 suggests that SCP-4236-B is an anomalous device located in secure storage in the Groom Lake Air Force Facility in Nevada within SCP-4236-A. The intended effect of SCP-4236-B is unclear, despite instances of SCP-4236 providing significant historical documentation of its construction.
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Technical information retrieved from SCP-4236 describes SCP-4236-B in a manner that does not seem to operate within the currently accepted understanding of particle physics. Initial experimentation with the theoretical principles outlined in instances of SCP-4236 has been met with complete failure, suggesting that physical laws may behave differently within SCP-4236-A.
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All instances of SCP-4236 recovered have been dated no farther than the date of discovery, suggesting that the flow of time within SCP-4236-A remains consistent with that of baseline reality. Patterns of information thus far provided by SCP-4236 suggest a geopolitical history nearly identical to baseline.2
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Addendum 01: SCP-4236-00016 Military Engineering Report on the Construction and Activation of SCP-4236-B
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Memo from the office of Lieutenant General Leslie Richard Groves Jr. of the Army Corps of Engineers to the staff of facility ████████. ██/██/████.
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It is my great pleasure to announce that Project Silver Gear has been an overwhelming success. The team down at ██████████ have informed me that Gear-3 is operational as of this morning. Already the effects are observable, and I've got men in labs telling me that within the next eighty years we'll be seeing a complete reversal of expected behavior so long as Gear-3 is left in proper care. We've got a transport team already prepping the device for airlift, and with any luck it'll be humming along just dandy in that climate-controlled warehouse they've got out in Nevada before midnight.
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Once we have this thing off-base I'd like to start giving extended vacation time to everybody personally involved, in addition to the letters of recommendation I'm sending to both the Pentagon and the White House over these next few weeks. What we've done here may be the greatest accomplishment in human history.
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Despite the knowledge that the general public may never know what we've done here, I want you to all know that I could not be more proud of you and your service to this great nation. Gear-1 and Gear-2 really brought us all down, but we worked through it and proved that nothing is impossible for the greatest minds in science and engineering Americans have to offer.
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- Lieutenant General Leslie Groves
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Addendum 02: SCP-4236-01087 Newspaper Article Related to the De-Classification of SCP-4236-B
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Article from The New York Times, 1988, pg. 12
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De-Classified Documents Reveal Military Science Experiment
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This week the Pentagon de-classified several hundred documents relating to research conducted by the US Army Corps of Engineers. The documents date from the late 1940's up until the mid 60's, and most detail unsuccessful research projects. One item, however, has made quite a stir in the physics community. Dubbed "Silver Gear" by the Army, this project apparently resulted in the creation of a successful device known as "Gear Three" according to paperwork from the time. Gear Three is described as a device that passively alters certain fundamental processes of space-time as described by Einstein.
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A photo released among de-classified documents this week by the Pentagon. "Gear Three" is described as a device which uses previously classified scientific developments in order to change certain fundamental laws of the universe.
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"Gear Three, at least in theory, affects the expansion of space within our reality. Although we can't yet see the effects because of the cosmological horizon, the energy produced by Gear Three is expected to be causing the expansion of space to slow, and eventually reverse. Eventually, we may see the effects of this on Earth as certain processes associated with entropy no longer behave as expected. I can't express how happy I am, and I expect many others associated with the project are, for the general public to be able to read and hopefully gain inspiration from our accomplishments."
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Addendum 03: SCP-4236-12523 Video Transcript
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: June 17, 2013
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NOTE: Excerpt of Video Transcript. Interview of President of the United States Barack Obama by Charlie Rose for PBS. This section of the interview lasts approximately one minute and twenty-five seconds in total and is the only material not present in other recordings of the same broadcast.
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A still from SCP-4236-12523.
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Rose: Let's move away from Guantanamo for a moment to talk about an issue that seems to be becoming more relevant in the past few weeks. During a campaign speech in 2008, you promised, in addition to fighting climate change, that your administration would 'take a look' at this device in Nevada and give the American people a definitive answer about whether we're going to keep it running or not. Since then, your administration has been silent on the matter. In the last several months there have been some isolated protests here in Washington with fringe groups claiming that you're ignoring "the most important issue". What would you say to them?
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The President puts his hand up to his mouth and he looks toward the corner of the ceiling before laughing briefly. The video then cuts back to Rose, who is smiling.
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Obama: Well, first of all, uh… I'd tell them that there is no single "most important issue" to America today. As Americans, uh… I believe it is our collective responsibility to face the issues that affect all of us head-on every day. That's what my administration is trying to do, and we can't pick out issues that only some people find important and decide to address them before the concerns of everybody else.
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Rose: So you don't consider this issue a priority within your admin-
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Obama: Well now hear me out. We're always trying to listen to real problems. We've been making historic progress toward fighting climate change… uh, we've repaired relationships with our allies in Europe and the Middle East, we've done a lot of things and we're going to continue doing a lot of things that are in the shared interest of the American people and that fill our role as stewards in the global community. We haven't stopped uh… we haven't been ignoring this thing. We've got some very intelligent, capable people looking into what it is and what it means, it's just not what our focus is when it comes to communicating our plans right now as an administration. I would ask for these protestors to speak their mind and tell us what they consider important while being uh… respectful and patient. What I've found out over the course of my political career, especially as President- What I've found is that we solve issues with patience, and understanding, and the willingness to cooperate with each other.
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The video cuts to Rose who asks a question about a then-recent controversy regarding the NSA.
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Addendum 04: SCP-4236-327464 Journal Entry of Unknown Author
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I went home today. Just for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what I thought would happen. To tell the truth I didn't really expect Mom and Dad to invite me. Not after we met last time. I'm really struggling to figure out which part of me is crazy. Is it the part that made me want to sit and listen while the family mocked those "terrorists" on the news or is it the part of me that thinks I should have been out there today? Of course, I'm not capable of either, so I got to end thanksgiving dinner by being thrown out of my own parent's home.
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The look everybody gave me when I started shouting. It's the same expression Jamie gave me after I told her if she couldn't support the movement we couldn't be together. I can't deal with it. I think I'm done. I'm just going to have to start pretending like this isn't all crazy. Like it's just some normal thing. But how the fuck am I supposed to pretend that the end of the world is ok? Nobody can even come up with a coherent answer as to why they don't care! Mom told me she "has faith" and tried to get me back into the church. Dad just gave me that disappointed look. Of course Tom tries to talk to me about how "we don't know what'll actually happen, maybe it'll…". I feel like I'm in a nightmare, and any moment I have to wake up and my entire existence since after I heard about the damned thing is going to turn out to have been a real shitty dream. That would explain why a new disaster movie comes out every two years and everybody acts like it's so thrilling and exciting and frightening while we all sit on the actual end of the world. Meanwhile, it's already doing its job. Who knows how many beings, how many civilizations it's already destroyed? Maybe every second I sit here in front of this paper instead out of out there at that fence with a fucking gun I'm dooming millions of sapient beings.
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Maybe we deserve it. As a species I mean. Maybe we're doing it to ourselves because we know how disgusting we are, and the "not a big deal" shtick is some sort of group-psychology suicidal ideation. Would that mean I'm one of the people who doesn't deserve to die? Or maybe it means I'm one of the only ones so selfish that I'm not willing to see how much we all deserve it. Maybe it's God. Or like, anti-God or something. Maybe it's looked at all of reality and everything that exists and realized that it's just too much of a hassle, so it reached down and put the thought in those scientists' heads. And then after it did the same with the rest of us, "It's ok, it'll work out on its own".
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That's the thing that frightens me the most. Every time my rational brain, at least I have to continue to assume it's the rational part of my brain. Every time it tells me how fucked up this all is, how much danger we're all in, what a fucking waste it would be to see all of human history, everything we love and care for and everything I think about every single moment of my life get erased in an instant… that other part of me comes up and says "hear how emotional you are? Hear how angry and upset you are? This has poisoned you. You'd be so much happier, and pure, and good if you just hugged your Mom and Dad and said you were sorry and went on with your life." And it says it with the voice of every person who's ever been kind to me, every person I've loved, every person I'm so afraid of losing to a meaningless fucking end.
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It doesn't really matter anymore anyway. The hype is gone, the movement is over. There's maybe a third of us coming to the meetings anymore. Kelly tries but when she stands in front of the podium and makes that same speech every night you can see it in her face that she doesn't really believe we're going to be able to do anything anymore. By this time next year, we'll be completely out of the news cycle, we haven't even gotten a question asked about us on the primary stage.
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I think I'm going to go home. I just want to feel happy again. Wouldn't it at least be better just to feel happy?
Special Containment Procedures: Public access to the site of SCP-4242 must remain unrestricted. Only the lower labyrinth chamber is to be restricted to Foundation personnel. A secondary labyrinth can be made available to the public in a different area of the SCP-4242 grounds.
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Due to the public nature of SCP-4242 instances, research teams must take care when entering or leaving the site, or when transporting equipment or weapons to or from the site, in order to prevent alarming civilians or creating paradoxes.
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Any newly discovered SCP-4242 instance must be logged in the SCP-4242 Extended Location and Exploration Log.
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Any new individuals arriving in SCP-4242 from other sites are not to be engaged unless they wish to leave the lower labyrinth chamber, in which case they must be detained for questioning but are not to be considered hostile.
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Update 7/7/2018: It is considered a priority to see if there is some way to alter the function of SCP-4242 to access a future location. To date there have been 0 future locations found.
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Description: SCP-4242 is a phenomenon by which a place of worship develops a labyrinth chamber in its lower levels. An individual chamber can contain as many as 25 labyrinths, both as walkable floor labyrinths and as wall-mounted finger labyrinths.
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Destruction of a location causes SCP-4242 to reappear under another public place of worship anywhere in the world. The present location of SCP-4242 is at Hallgrímskirkja in Reykjavík, Iceland, so placed to maintain both the need for the location to remain public, while minimizing traffic to the location.
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When a subject completes a labyrinth by walking or tracing the path, the subject is instantly transported to a similar chamber, containing a similar collection of labyrinths and located in the lower levels of a public place of worship. All such locations are temporally located in the past, and exiting the chamber will lead the subject to the historical time period in some location on Earth.
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In all recorded instances, the chambers are closely monitored by an organization dedicated to the preservation of normalcy for the public, and/or the containment of anomalous phenomena. These historical organizations are either contemporary members of the SCP Foundation, or are similarly structured organizations from times and places where the Foundation did not exist.
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These other organizations have been informed of the mission of the SCP Foundation and have been supportive. Exploratory and diplomatic missions to historical organizations have yielded insight into present challenges with containment, and Foundation expertise and technology have proven useful to historical organizations. The Foundation aims to continue to leverage access to these historical organizations to maintain Foundation goals throughout history.
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Travel to earlier time periods can be accomplished by traversing a series of lower labyrinth rooms. Although each chamber connects to only 15-25 other chambers via labyrinth, further locations and historical periods can be reached from each chamber.
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Below is a partial list of locations which have been reached and Foundation diplomatic missions have been established. Further locations discovered and contacted are available in the SCP-4242 Extended Location and Exploration Log.
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Labyrinth leading to SCP-4242-Roma
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Location: Temple of Vesta, Tibur, Roman Republic
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Time: 44 BCE
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Exploration and Diplomatic Notes: The Roma location must be accessed with care, following the assassination of Julius Caesar and the outbreak of civil war between factions loyal to Marc Antony, Cicero, and Caesar Octavius. Researchers are advised to listen to locals regarding the movement of troops throughout the region and exercise caution on the roadways throughout.
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Organization Notes: SCP-4242-Roma is monitored by the priests and attendants of the Tiburtine Sibyl, a young woman who tells prophecies upon entering a trance-like state. These prophecies are highly valued for their accuracy, although the cryptic nature of their delivery can lead to misinterpretation. Efforts by the Sibyl's Attendants have led to the prevention of three XK-Class scenarios, but have increased the level of uncertainty of their actions at any time.
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Update 4/4/2004: The Tiburtine Sibyl has been observed to state the following prophecies:
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"The centuries shall bear fruit, the children's children three hundred times will wish to bring peace. Fear their advice, for they know not the destruction they bear on their tongues."
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Entrance to SCP-4242-Iga. Guarded by three Clan members at all times.
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Location: Kasuga-taisha Shrine, Japan
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Time: 1534 CE
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Exploration and Diplomatic Notes: This instance is in Japan during the Sengoku period, a period of instability. However, the Shinto shrines themselves are offered respect, and should remain sanctuary locations.
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Organization Notes: The location is monitored by the Iga Clan, a famed shinobi family, and works closely with the Emperor to track down and neutralize any anomalous threats to Japan. Kasuga-taisha is one of sixteen heihaku locations, to where the kami are delivered messages and storage of anomalous items takes place. The Iga Clan offers the hiring out of shinobi agents to the Foundation for stealth-based missions, and the Foundation has assisted the Clan with deliveries of amnestics.
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Of note, clan members have made regular use of the location to enter future times and report on what they find. The following items have been found with them upon first Foundation contact.
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A set of spears and shield from the Zulu tribe, ca. 19th century
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Four 5.25" floppy discs, ca. 1985, containing a collection of Infocom text adventures
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One 1977 Schwinn bicycle
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200 America On Line compact discs, modified to have sharpened edges
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One M1885 Remington-Lee bolt action rifle with 20 rounds of ammunition, ca. 1880
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One Apple iPhone 6 (unpowered)
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The Iga Clan has not reported having traveled further into the future than the Foundation's present day.
Summary: A male human of African descent (designated POI-4242-𐤀) emerged from SCP-4242 and was detained for questioning. Subject was cooperative and spoke Latin with researchers on site.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Welcome to Iceland. It is the Year of Our Lord 2018. My name is Claudio Scarpelli. Who are you and where are you from?
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POI-4242-𐤀: My name is Amaztan. You speak Latin, and say Year of Our Lord, so you are Christian, and so…
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POI-4242-𐤀: It has been about 10,000 years. 10,000 years… That is a good long time. So much growth, so much change. Long time, long travels. Humanity has done well.
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< POI-4242-𐤀 wipes away a tear and clears his nose. >
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POI-4242-𐤀: I started out from… I spoke with your colleagues 200 years ago, we looked maps over. It is a place now called Tassili n'Ajjer, mountains and valleys in the Sahara… Sahara desert, now, I suppose.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Yes, I have heard of it, but have never been there. Would your people still exist somewhere?
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POI-4242-𐤀: I am certain we disappeared when the desert arrived. When I am home, the mountain valleys are lush and the rivers are full. It is amazing to see the land change beneath your feet when you travel far enough in time.
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Dr. Scarpelli: I can imagine. How do you know Latin?
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POI-4242-𐤀: There has always been a learned speaker of Latin over the past 2,000 years in Europe. It is a good language to know. Someone 50 years ago suggested English, but that tongue has only mattered for the past century, maybe two. I also know Chinese and Sanskrit, if needed.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Latin is good. If what you're saying is accurate, if you are from 10,000 years ago, about 8,000 years before Christ, then you are the farthest back in history we have ever encountered.
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POI-4242-𐤀: Yes, that makes sense. Our tribe built this temple, to see into the future. There would be none further back.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Your tribe built this temple? How did you accomplish that?
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POI-4242-𐤀: Do forgive me, I do not understand the ways and powers of the gods well enough to explain the process, but you are welcome to come back home to speak with those who do, yourself. I would be happy to guide you back. We have met with many priests and leaders from the future. You would be particularly welcome. We would love the chance to see how far we have come.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Yes, we will want to visit you. Thank you for your generous offer. We must ask, however, why did your people build this temple in the first place?
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POI-4242-𐤀: We have found things, creatures, words that exist beyond the realms of men or gods. We do our best to hide them, bury them, keep our homes and families safe from the threats they raise. Yet as each generation has the knowledge of the one before, and learns to add to it, our methods improve, but so do the challenges adapt and grow to threaten us again. We realized that if we look ahead, far ahead, our children and their children will have new ways to protect themselves. And so, we built this temple to allow us to meet with the people dedicated to protecting their brethren from these insanities in the future, so that we all may be strengthened by our knowledge. So that is why we come.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Understood. We would be more than happy to assist you in your efforts to protect the world. Since you have traveled through time so extensively, perhaps you can help us with a puzzle we have encountered.
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POI-4242-𐤀: I'm sure your learned men know far more about puzzles than I do, but I gladly offer my services. What is this puzzle?
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Dr. Scarpelli: We have managed to explore a number of ages from ours, but they all lead to the past. Other ages have been able to access their futures through the temple, but not us. You've traveled so far; how would we be able to use the temple to explore our future?
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Dr. Scarpelli: I'm sorry, do you have anything to say?
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< POI-4242-𐤀 remains impassive. Tears begin to fall down his cheeks. >
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POI-4242-𐤀: I cannot lead you to your future. I am sorry.
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Dr. Scarpelli: Why? Are you or your people unwilling to share your knowledge?
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POI-4242-𐤀: No. I cannot lead you to your future because this is the last age. I am sorry.
Special Containment Procedures: The location and pressure associated with SCP-4291 make relocation impossible. Therefore, containment measures are to focus on mitigating the spread of SCP-4291-1 instances. MTF-Gamma-19 ("Scuba cum Laude") is to be deployed during seasonal events in order to contain SCP-4291-1 instances.
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Description: SCP-4291 is a Russian submarine sunk off the coast of Margate in the UK. Precise identification of the make and model is hindered by the anomalous growth coral around the base of SCP-4291 and through the hull. While superficially resembling Acropora hyacinthus, this coral appears to be endemic to cooler ambient temperatures and presents local deformation resistance equivalent to the Rockwell C scale. These growths are to be considered part of SCP-4291 and have grown over the entrance hatch and torpedo bay doors. This, combined with the position of SCP-4291 being partially buried (estimated 40% of the total length) in a local rock formation, makes entry to the interior of SCP-4291 impossible. The rock outcropping is likely the remnant of two larger boulders, and is covered in Acropora humilis, which presents no anomalous properties other than surviving in colder ambient temperatures.
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The bow of SCP-4291 has been breached and lifted clear of local rocks with a yaw of approximately 40 degrees; however, it is covered entirely by coral tissue growth. It is unknown if this breach is the cause of SCP-4291 sinking or if it occurred afterwards. Sonar scans and physical probes of SCP-4291's bow port have failed due to unexpected calcification of the coral in response to stimulation.
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SCP-4291 undergoes a periodic effect determined by global ocean current patterns. Thermohaline circulation bringing warmer water temperatures occurs once per year in the spring and correlates strongly with these effects. During this seasonal pattern, the girth of SCP-4291 will increase 30% as it is engorged with SCP-4291-1. After this, SCP-4291 will retain its new size for one week on average, after which it will expel approximately 60 instances of SCP-4291-1 through the bow as the coral tissue growth recedes temporarily. After a refractory period of 2 weeks, the cycle will repeat three times.
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SCP-4291-1 appear to be the former crew of SCP-4291. They are dressed in standard attire issued to the Voyenno-Мorskoi Flotin in the 1970-1971 period. While the corpses present no anomalous effects outside of their relationship to SCP-4291, dental and DNA records do not match any known Foundation databases.
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SCP-4291-1 are appropriately buoyant. After their expulsion from SCP-4291, they will float at neutral buoyancy until putrification.
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Addendum 4291.01: Discovery Report
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SCP-4291 was uncovered by Foundation dive crews after local reports from Margate, UK, indicated seamen washing up on shore.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4388 is to be kept in a sealed cryogenic vault at Site-11. The containment unit must be shielded from the full spectrum of electromagnetic signals. The vault must be outfitted with shock-dampeners to alleviate seismic tremors (refer to Addendum-002 for details). Monitoring equipment inside the containment chamber is not permitted; powerful signal emissions must be avoided near SCP-4388.
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Description: SCP-4388 is a set of two multi-socket power strips, individually referred to as SCP-4388-1 and SCP-4388-2. The two objects are identical in design, both containing six inline Type-B sockets and an integrated circuit breaker.
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SCP-4388 manifests the ability to double the power output of any energy source its cord is subjected to. The six (6) sockets are capable of independently producing the same level of power, regardless of current load. As such, SCP-4388 is capable of producing, in total, twelve (12) times the power of any given input. SCP-4388 presents no apparent resistance; acting as a perfect conductor, there is no power loss while energy is traversing SCP-4388. Likewise, there is no apparent limit to SCP-4388's ampacity, it will match the amperage of any source connected to it, without loss or damage to itself.
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Energy created by SCP-4388 will always be in the form of electricity. Experiments have shown that the object is capable of transforming the entirety of the electromagnetic spectrum. The input connector does not need to be plugged into an object for this effect to occur. For instance, light shone onto SCP-4388's exposed chord pins will produce electrical power proportional to the light-wave's photonic energy. Additional testing has demonstrated that SCP-4388 is sensitive even to kinetic energy, a physical impact generates equivalent joules in electricity.
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It is unknown to what extent SCP-4388 reacts to anomalous energy sources as experimentation of this nature is strictly prohibited (refer to Addendum-002).
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If SCP-4388's sockets are unconnected, the power they generate is transferred to the surrounding atmosphere. In the absence of atmosphere, SCP-4388 will heat up and will begin emitting black-body radiation. Even under proper containment, it is not possible to fully mitigate interaction from the following natural sources of energy, all of which have been observed to generate small amounts of additional power:
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SCP-4388 is nearly impervious to electrical damage and heat. The threshold to damage it with electricity appears to be [DATA EXPUNGED] (refer to Experiment- [1/6/1959]). Wear visible on SCP-4388's plastic casing demonstrates that it is capable of sustaining damage from friction and blunt force. No loss of capabilities resulting from this deterioration has been noted by Site-11 since the object's retrieval.
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Electrical power generation procedure: SCP-4388's anomalous properties can be put to use by providing electricity to Site-11, allowing it to remain self-sustaining1.
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Within its containment vault, SCP-4388 is to be connected to superconducting cables leading to high-capacity electrical couplings outside the vault. When in service, the input cables (coupled to SCP-4388's cord) are to be connected to Site-11's power generators. The output cables (coupled to SCP-4388's sockets) are to be connected to Site-11 electrical grid's capacitors.
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A computer-monitored circuit breaker must be on available to ground the grid if it detects a spike in power exceeding Site-11's specifications. An analog severing mechanism must be ready to cut off the vault in case of emergencies. Remote signals do not function near SCP-4388 while it is under heavy load and, as such, the mechanism must be activated manually.
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Emergency procedure: Under no circumstances should SCP-4388 form a closed circuit. Should this happen, evacuation of Site-11 is initiated immediately. Technical personnel in charge of the containment unit are instructed to remain on-site to ensure SCP-4388's decoupling.
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Failure to detach the vault within one (1) minute will lead to ignition of aerosolized Chlorine-Trifluoride on the level housing SCP-4388, disabling any circuitry contained therein.
SCP-4388-1, SCP-4388-2, and D-85322 are located in a monitored blast shelter.
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The shelter is isolated from any power grid and is serviced by a gas-powered generator.
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D-85322 is instructed to plug SCP-4388-2's cord into SCP-4388-1's first socket and to plug SCP-4388-1 into a 120-Volt power outlet capable of outputting a maximum of 2400 Watts.
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Power generated by SCP-4388-1's five unconnected sockets approaches 11 250 Watts.
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Power generated by SCP-4388-2 approaches 54 000 Watts.
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Room temperature rapidly increases to 70°c and the shelter's ventilation system activates.
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Test is terminated remotely by shutting down the generator.
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D-85322 suffers mild hyperthermia but recovers normally.
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Researcher's note: The potential benefits of SCP-4388 for the Foundation are obvious. I will recommend exploratory tests to confirm if they can be of use.
SCP-4388-1 and D-85322 are located in an advanced monitoring bunker located outside of Research Site-███.
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D-85322 is outfitted with a Faraday suit and insulated equipment.
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D-85322 is instructed to plug SCP-4388-1's cord into its own first socket and to unplug it when prompted.
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A squad from MTF Epsilon-9 is on standby outside of bunker in case of emergency.
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<COMMENCE ANNOTATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT>
+00:00:00 - Spark visibly jumps from the cord to the socket before circuit is completed.
+00:00:05 - Power monitored out of SCP-4388-1 approaches 180 watts.
+00:00:15 - Power: 184 kw. Electrical arcing visible within the sockets.
+00:00:20 - Power: 6000 kw. Electrical arc jumps from SCP-4388-1 to D-85322's suit. Subject appears frightened and retreats to a corner.
+00:00:22 - Cameras inside the bunker begin to show static interference.
+00:00:31 - Regular electrical arcing stems from SCP-4388-1 to metallic objects in range.
+00:00:43 - D-85322 attempts to terminate testing unprompted. Upon contact with SCP-4388-1, D-85322 undergoes sublimation.
+00:00:53 - Steel and concrete inside the bunker begin to melt. Cameras within are destroyed.
+00:01:12 - Dr.██████ notifies MTF Epsilon-9 to enact emergency shutdown procedures.
+00:01:28 - MTF Epsilon-9 declares situation out of control. Squad retreats to a safe distance.
+00:01:57 - Exterior of bunker shows signs of disintegration. Heat radiating from bunker reaches lethal levels within 20m. Electric arcing is observed on metallic material left outside bunker.
+00:02:12 - MTF Epsilon-9 attempts to fire portable rocket launcher at bunker. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Attempt unsuccessful.
+00:02:43 - Bunker outshines the sun. Direct exposure within 350m causes blindness and skin lesions. Matter in 10m radius loses cohesion.
+00:02:44 - Energy levels stop increasing.
+<END ANNOTATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT>
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Results:
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Surroundings of testing site return to normal temperature over a period of four (4) days.
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SCP-4388-1 is found in resulting crater.
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Surface area of crater has turned to glass.
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Power reached [DATA EXPUNGED] before energy levels stopped increasing.
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SCP-4388-1 was disconnected by falling into melting debris. Its first socket shows severe damage, rending it unusable.
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SCP-4388-1 sustained no additional damage.
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Dr.██████ has been demoted to C-Class due to gross negligence.
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Dr.██████'s request to remain on the SCP-4388 research team's technical staff has been approved.
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Researcher's note: Had SCP-4388 not been disconnected by what seems like pure chance, there is no telling the destruction it would have caused. Special precautions must be put in place to prevent SCP-4388 from forming a closed circuit.
Subject: C-Class Technician 11325 (CT-11325)
+Researcher: Dr. Wu
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Disassembly of SCP-4388-2 with the goal of understanding its inner workings.
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SCP-4388-2 and CT-11325 are located in an advanced monitoring bunker located below Research Site-███.
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CT-11325 proceeds with disassembly using standard electrician tool-kit.
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After disassembly and inspection of SCP-4388-2's components, CT-11325 proceeds with reassembly.
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Results:
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Inner components of SCP-4388-2 do not show any anomalous properties. Attempts at recreating previous test results were unsuccessful while SCP-4388-2's circuitry is exposed.
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Additional testing shows the circuit material to have physical properties in line with mundane copper.
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Plastic casing material also falls within normal parameters.
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Grounding circuits have been bypassed by modifications to the circuitry, in violation of NFPA 1 Standard 11.1.4.
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Circuit breaker mechanism is soldered shut, rendering it non-functional.
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Piece of masking tape found inside plastic casing.
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"Câlisse!", written in blue crayon, as well as an arrow pointing to the circuit breaker appear on the piece of tape.
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After reassembly, the anomalous properties previously demonstrated by SCP-4388-2 appear to have dissipated. SCP-4388-2 now functions like a mundane power strip. A succession of assembly / reassembly by CT-11325 has not recovered its properties.
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Analysis: Despite the mundane nature of SCP-4388-2's components, the modifications made to SCP-4388 prior to its retrieval by the Foundation reveal an interesting possibility.
+My hypothesis is that SCP-4388 was purposefully altered by an individual. It is unclear if the modifications were an attempt to "fix" SCP-4388's anomalous properties or if they caused them to manifest in the first place, in which case this individual must be secured by the Foundation.
+Why disassembly by Mr. ██████ has neutralized SCP-4388-2 is unknown.
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Addendum-001: Further investigations have revealed that the fingerprints recovered on the tape belong to a certain Mr. ████████.
+Information recovered regarding this individual revealed he is currently employed as an electrician in Rivière-aux-Outardes, Canada. He has since been recovered and will be interrogated shortly.
On 28/10/1961, SCP-4388-1 was transferred to the Sukhoy Nos research site in order to support its operations with SCP-████. Usage of SCP-4388-1 was deemed critical as no major power generation solutions could be deployed urgently on Sukhoy Nos. Due to the nature of SCP-████, seismic tremors occurred with regularity on the island.
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Shortly after its arrival, an earthquake rated 6.2 hit the area. The seismic shock triggered an energy release of unprecedented scale by SCP-4388-1. The event affected a radius of 8,7 km, centered on the object. As the kinetic energy absorbed by SCP-4388-1 during the earthquake was minimal, it is unclear why such a disproportionate release occurred.
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Class-A amnestics were administered to all surviving witnesses, mostly local indigenous populations outside of the blast zone. A coordinated media release was orchestrated, stating that the detonation was caused by an experimental Soviet nuclear weapon. Radioactive material released on the island served to give credence to this version of events.
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Transfer of SCP-4388 will no longer be allowed outside of Site-11.
Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding SCP-4559 within scientific institutions and other organizations are to be removed under the guise of being incorrect information.
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Description: SCP-4559 is a probabilistic anomaly associated with the choice on whether a person wants a receipt or not within most grocery stores. In the case where there are either rules that state that the customer always receives the receipt, or in the event that the customer is given the receipt without their prior approval, SCP-4559 will not trigger.
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If none of those events occur, in the event that the customer is asked if they wish to receive a receipt, the choice on whether or not the subject accepts or denies the receipt cannot be predicted. The subject's mental state, gender, or wealth will not influence the outcome, and the chance for each choice is exactly the same.
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Currently, SCP-4559 is the only truly unpredictable or "random" phenomenon in the universe known to the Foundation. For example, quantum mechanics, weather, ocean currents, and the algorithms for standard random number generators can be meaningfully predicted, but SCP-4559 cannot be predicted in any meaningful way.
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Addendum: By order of the O5 Council, SCP-4559 has been reclassified as Thaumiel for its use in the containment of numerous anomalies that require a random number generator. The Hensworth/Alice Number Generator uses security camera footage from nearly 20,000 grocery stores within the US, which analyzes footage from the checkout aisles and uses the information generated from SCP-4559 to create a random integer. Currently, the Hensworth/Alice Number Generator is being used in the containment of 39 Safe-class anomalies, 21 Euclid-class anomalies, 8 Keter-class anomalies, and 2 Thaumiel-class anomalies.
Special Containment Procedures: References to SCP-4700-1 have been altered in all historical and literary references so as to appear as myth. Operations personnel are to ensure that SCP-4700-1 is both invisible and intangible at all times until instructed otherwise.
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The Finnfolk2 have been granted permanent asylum aboard SCP-4700-1 under the tenets of the Foundation-Finnfolk Cooperative Agreement. Containment of individual Finnfolk has been deemed unnecessary due to their historical role in containment of hostile and dangerous anomalies.
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In the event of an SCP-001 Failure event, SCP-4700-1 is to be deployed to a predetermined location for Deific subjugation.
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Description: SCP-4700 is the designation assigned to several large-scale submersible vehicles under the joint Foundation-Finnfolk command of Operation HIGH TIDE. Each vehicle has been designated SCP-4700-1 onward. At this time, SCP-4700-1 is complete; SCP-4700-2 through -4 are under construction.
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SCP-4700-1 is a large, motile, deep-sea vehicle resembling Coenobita brevimanus,3 a large species of "hermit crab". At its broadest point, it is approximately 5 kilometers in width; its highest point is approximately 3 kilometers terminating at a singular point along its shell. The vehicle portion of SCP-4700-1's interior consists of roughly 250 individual levels/decks, occupied by a diverse array of tall, narrow hallways and facilities necessary for maintaining the vehicle's functions and providing sufficient habitation for its crew for long periods of time.
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SCP-4700-1 serves as the home and capital for the thaumotologically advanced, aquatic hominid race known as the Finnfolk, (Homo aqueous)4 though the events of I-4700-01 have significantly reduced the extant population. It also serves as a large-scale military assault vehicle and weapons platform. Historical recordings and motifs are prevalent throughout the structure and decorations of the vehicle in the forms of murals.
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During normal motion, all components of SCP-4700-1 remain both invisible and selectively intangible through advanced thaumotology, allowing it to remain hidden and unobstructed in oceanic areas possessing significantly shallower depths than its maximal height.5
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SCP-4700-1 can be further subdivided into two sections, designated SCP-4700-1-A and SCP-4700-1-B, based on function.
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SCP-4700-1-A
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SCP-4700-1-A designates the crab-like portion of the vehicle, which is responsible for locomotion along the sea floor, and for all defensive and offensive measures protecting the vehicle. The hull is made of various organo-metallic polymers6. Segments of SCP-4700-1-A have been painted and adorned with various colors, including pinks, greens, yellows, and blues forming the visage of a four-eyed human woman. Additional structural features of SCP-4700-1-A include:
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130 weapon emplacements along the dorsal ridge.
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Direct beam emplacements on the eye stalks, used for multi-direction energy channeling and deep sea lighting.
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Rapid electrostatic discharge devices along the interior of each claw.
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A single large bore weapon attached along the bottom of the vehicle's hull.
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Carrier bays allowing deployment of smaller submersible vessels.
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Large grooved alcoves at staggered positions along the hull, emit blue light when properly powered, and repel all projectiles regardless of composition.
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SCP-4700-1-B
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Attached to the tail of SCP-4700-1-A is a green-blue corundum structure resembling a spiked, symmetric gastropod shell. When not intangible, SCP-4700-1-B refracts all light entering its immediate vicinity, creating a localized aurora due to intricately carved murals. These auroras depict various events in the history of the Finnfolk.7
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Cutaway Diagram of SCP-4700-1's interior displaying the three nested cylinders.
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An O'Neil Cylinder, a theoretical space colonization structure which the interior of SCP-4700-1-B closely resembles.
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SCP-4700-1-B's interior does not align with the dimensions of the exterior crystal structure. It contains a gradually sloping cylindrical space (60 kilometers in diameter and length), which is partially hollow, connected to SCP-4700-1-A by sliding lead-lined doors. An image of this space has been attached to this document in order to aid in visualizing the following description.
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The interior of the cylinder consists of three hollowed out, nested, free-floating cylinders, with smoother, sloped edges. Each nested cylinder is described below:
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A, D, and G represent the solid cylinders. Each cylinder is 3 km thick and is made up of bedrock and topsoil.
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B represents the hollow space between cylinders 1 and 2. Contains a significant terrestrial and aquatic biosphere with a predominantly, oceanic, lake, and river-based ecosystems, with a singular mountain chain running across the middle of the cylinder's surface. Nomadic tribes of Finnfolk are present and were able to evade the consequences of Incident I-4700-01.
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E represents the hollow space between cylinders 2 and 3. It is filled with saltwater and hosts a number of agrarian complexes. These are insufficient to support the population of H.
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H represents a large urban environment on the surface of cylinder 3. It previously housed 8-10 million Finnfolk and was served by a transport network of current driven Canals.
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C and F represent intersections of hollow space with cylinders 2 and 3 respectively. They are covered in corundum and provide light in day-night circles in a similar manner to SCP-4700-1-B.
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I represents the hollow interior of cylinder 3.
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J represents the approximate location of an SCP-3703 instance, encased in diamond, and connected to a system of tubes which provide energy to the rest of SCP-4700-1. Also serves as a light source for cylinder 3.
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Large columns of glass enclose dual lane, current driven water highways that are attached to, and permeate each subsequent cylinder. This allows for free movement between the different layers.
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Additional Schematic Information
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SCP-4700-1 has experienced extensive and varied modification in its 5000-year history, which will be covered in full in Document D-4700-1-17. A few of the more notable modifications are presented below:
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Improvised desalination plants at 8 points along the exterior of the vehicle, 4 along SCP-4700-1-A and 4 along SCP-4700-1-B.
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Expansion of SCP-4700-1-B well beyond its original size to accommodate a large influx of Finnfolk populations due to territory conflicts with humans.
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Incorporation of net deployment mechanisms for corralling and capturing schools of fish during movement, alongside automated smaller vehicles.
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1300 functional undocumented variants of SCP-3706. Holding bays within both sections of SCP-4700-1 are capable of inundating up to 15400 vehicles of varying size.8Reasoning behind the absence of the majority of these vehicles is unknown.(See Reactivation Log and historical documents).
The following transcript depicts the initial approach and discovery of SCP-4700-1.
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Discovery Log
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Discovery Log SCP-4700-D
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Date: ██/██/████
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Discovery Team: Delta-7 Recons 1, 2 and 3.
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Vehicles: Mark 4 advanced submersibles.
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Field Leader: Silus Smith
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Foreword: SCP-4700-1 was discovered following the events of Incident I-3700-032. Three submersibles were deployed to identify a previously undetected metallic object on the seafloor. Visibility in the post-incident aftermath was notably poor due to large quantities of silt and sand debris. Recon teams were directed to proceed to the target locations. Due to abnormal topography generated by both the object and SCP-3700, Recon teams descended 10 km before reaching the object, at which time contact with Recon teams 2 and 3 was lost.
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Begin Log
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[Recon teams depart from NTF Delta-7 and begin their descent. The subs proceed to dive 10 km, due to the anomalous nature of SCP-3700's depth.]
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[At the end of their descent, recon teams begin accelerating forwards at 15 km/h. Visibility is noted to be severely reduced due to a large cloud of silt and sand, obscuring all visibility within 30 meters of the submersibles. On the ocean floor, a distinctly large number of wrecks from varying historical periods are visible, alongside a number of non-functional SCP-3706 instances. Skeletal remains of several large unidentified species are briefly visible, before the ocean floor shifts, and additional debris obscures further observation.]
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[Over the course of the next 10 minutes of footage, the Three recon subs proceed towards the source of a singular large sonar ping. The dust and silt remain constant; however, at several points during their progression, recon 1's camera captures small dark shapes moving through the debris. After approximately 30 minutes of travel, Recon 1, 2, and 3 all capture images of a large humanoid hand drawing across the ocean floor, the rest of its limb obscured by the cloud. At a later point, four round sources of yellow light are visible through the cloud.]
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[At 45 minutes, recon teams exit part of the debris cloud into a dome of clear water near the ocean bed. Turbulence shakes the cameras as they pass through a barely visible membrane in the water. In front of them is SCP-4700-1, collapsed on the ocean floor with a 50 m hole in its side. The front half of the vehicle is unpowered and inert, the Proto-Nordic runes across its surface dark. From the hole back, runes are visibly glowing, and energy discharges are observed emanating from the hole.]
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[Recon teams proceed in their approach of the vehicle. The camera on each sub is swiveled in a broad arc to capture any potential details. When the subs draw within 200 m of the vehicle, significant turbulence begins, accompanied by blue streaks of light. At this time, footage and communication from recons 2 and 3 cease. Recon team 1's footage is obscured with static, depicting numerous dark shapes resembling large ocean fauna, and streaks of multicolored luminescent light. Recon one appears to avoid pursuing entities for approximately one minute before the video feed is lost.]
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Epilogue: Following the apparent loss of recon teams 1, 2, and 3, armed task forces were briefed and prepared for neutralization of potential hostile entities, and boarding SCP-4700-1.
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Recovered Materials A
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The following section contains materials recovered from SCP-4700-1. All documents have been translated and interpreted. Original style and/or period appropriate tenses may have been removed or obscured during interpretation for ease of reading.
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Excerpt Type: News Report
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Date: 4777 YSSS (1777 AD)
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Title: HOME BURNS IN SINCHIL
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Last night a residence in the Sinchil council area caught fire at 23:40:50. Two individuals perished, and their child, of no more than 50 years, escaped the blaze, with impact bruising under the scales. The child sustained no burns.
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Magisters investigating claim the source of the fire was a firelighter which accidentally ignited imbibes in the basement. The child, one Skreyja Holgata, has been moved to a proper home.
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Excerpt Type: News Article
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Date: 4831 YSSS (1850 AD)
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Title: TRIEMEDES LINE CONTINUES
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Today at 08:04:06 Queen Astrid the Kind was gifted by the Mither with a child, a day of celebration for the reception of their Heir Apparent. With celebration came joy.
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Excerpt Type: News Article
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Date: 4844 YSSS (1854 AD)
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PASSING OF QUEEN
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Great tragedy, as the compassionate Finnwoman passed due to mysterious illness. We mourn for the loss of a gentle hand to the Astral Beyond but will remember her legacy in her daughter.
Exploration Log E-4700-1-001
+Following a loss of communication with Recon 1, Mobile Task Force elements were briefed and prepped for launch, and three squadrons of CTF-Delta-7 ("Spell Slingers") were mobilized to neutralize hostile defenses. Prior to launch, communication was reestablished with Recon team 1.
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Exploration Log 1
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Date: ██/██/████ Three hours post discovery.
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Exploration Team: Recon 1
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Field Leader: Silus Smith (R-Cap)
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Team: Rugio Balet (R-3, Demolitions), Sarah Ochev (R-4, Engineer), Zirron Wong (R-5, Scout), Robert Sheffield (R-6, Linguistics, and thaumotology), Jane Sandora (Pilot, R-2, Second in command)
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Begin Log
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[Radio Communications regained with Recon Team 1 at approximately 17:38, three hours after loss of contact. Video feeds remained offline.]
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R-Cap: "Ughh…"
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NTF Command: "Recon 1, do you read?"
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R-Cap: "Agh… roger command, you're coming through."
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NTF Command: "Recon Captain, what is your status? We lost visual contact three hours ago, and have not been able to reestablish."
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R-Cap: "Alive, for the moment."
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[Sounds of rubble moving and creaking metal are audible.]
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NTF-Command: "What is the status of your team?"
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R-Cap: "Great question." [R-Cap opens radio frequencies for broader communication.] "Alright, headcount: who's dead, who's alive, and who's hurt?"
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[All five radios of the remaining recon team members reactivate, and begin broadcasting. Several groans are recorded, followed by shifting rubble.]
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R-2: "We're alive cap, not that the crash did my back any favors."
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R-4: [With a thick Russian Accent] "What the hell hit us? Felt like a bomb."
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R-3: "It wasn't me this time, I swear."
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R-Cap: "Cut the chatter, we all took a tumble. Ochev, get the door open, we need to see where we landed. Sandora, check on the Tactical Team."
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[Footsteps and additional rubble being moved. A mechanical whirring is heard as the exterior door of the submersible is opened. R-2's mic broadcasts a series of expletives.]
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R-2: "Tactical didn't make it. Figured out why we lost control too."
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R-6: "How bad is it?"
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R-2: "Bad bad. Bits everywhere bad. Took a direct hit from one of those things, the engine blew up, took tactical with them. Its a wonder we made it… wherever we are."
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R-4: "Big hangar, lots of open space. Blood everywhere."
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R-Cap: "Loss of tactical may preclude us from going further. Command, sub is totalled, took a direct hit to the engine compartment. Tactical bit it. We're in some sort of hangar complex in the unpowered part of whatever this thing is. Long and short of it, we got fucked by a swarm of laser shooting fish, and we're stranded without fire support."
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NTF-Command: "Understood R-Cap. Hold position while we determine your next course of action."
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R-Cap: "Understood."
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R-5: "I got a bad feeling about all of this."
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R-3: "You get bad feelings about everything."
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R-5: "They usually aren't wrong!"
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R-3: "That's because you're a walking cliche 90% of the time."
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[Extraneous discussion removed.]
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NTF-Command: "R-Cap, your new prerogative is to explore the interior of the object until extraction and/or additional support are able to arrive. Document and collect artifacts, documents, schematics, and details on the vehicle's functions and its inhabitants. Your primary objective is to cross the breach observed in approach footage and identify the function of the large crystal structure. Additionally, reset your cameras. We are currently not receiving video feeds."
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R-Cap: "Roger command. Alright, folks, you heard the lady, pack it up, grab tactical's weapons, and let's get a move on. Wong, Balet, you've got point. Sandora and I have rear. Ochev, Sheffield, you're in the middle. Keep chatter to a minimum. We don't know who or what's here, and if they're hostile. Everyone stay close, and for the love of all that is holy, do not touch anything that's glowing or pulsing until Ochev gives the go ahead."
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[Rest of Recon confirms. Cameras are reset. A large open facility with racks containing an indeterminate number of SCP-3706 instances line the walls to either side. The sub is visible as R-6 rotates to capture the interior, the back of the vehicle is breached, and the remainder crushed together as if it were a tin can.]
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[Large grooved channels run across the room. Team members activate their headlamps. They proceed into the hangar after retrieving tactical's heavier weapons. At this time, it was noted that tactical teams were not equipped with thaumotologic weaponry.]
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[Dark liquid trails along the floors of the hangar, accompanied by dented metal. R-6 recovers several personal items/artifacts including a toy humanoid figurine9, several small nonfunctional square devices with cracked glass surfaces, and a case/trunk filled with waterproof clothing derived from Algal products.]
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[The exploration team exits the hangar complex into a series of maneuverable large hallways, which branch at unusually spaced intervals. A film of water is visible along the floor, reaching ankle depth. Channels run along the walls. Doors are spaced at inconsistent intervals and tight junctions. The team attempts to access them, but they are unsuccessful as the unpowered doors fail to respond.]
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[Engravings are carved at each branching point. R-6's camera pauses at each mural capturing them in detail. Occasionally side halls have trails of dark liquid leading down them, and every three or four, arrows and illegible runic script are scribbled, above or below the engravings.]
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[As the party proceeds deeper into SCP-4700-1, they pass a number of moving picture posters and depictions of a singular Finnfolk figure with yellow scales. Scrolling Proto-Nordic runes on these posters translate into mandates and requisitions of specific individuals who were selected for a "Holy War Against the Demons" followed by changing dates, and long lists of names. Several posters have been defaced with graffiti reading "Skreyja Sends us not to Glory, but to Die. We all go to [Coordinates Redacted]10 until the beacons are lit."]
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[Shadows are noted to move as they approach, Recon Team 1 does not notice this and are not informed by Command. The group reaches a crossroads branch, R-Cap holds up a hand signaling to stop, as R-5 looks down each hallway. A single doorway is open to their right, and three hallways in front. The water is darker to the right. Dark liquid is streaked along the right wall and continues down the rightmost hallway. A humanoid hand is visible for two seconds before it vanishes around a corner.]
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R-5: "Anyone else hear that?"
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[The party ceases all movement. Hooves contacting metal and splashes are audible.]
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R-Cap: "Everyone, in the room now. Go go."
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[The door to the room is moved to prevent entrance, leaving enough room for a camera to be fit through. Headlamps are extinguished, night vision is enabled. An SCP-345611 instance enters into frame and sniffs the air. Four humanoids, 1.5 meters in height come into frame. They are covered in warts, and have disproportionately large, twisted arms.]
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[The SCP-3456 instance walks towards the door in which the exploration team is hidden, sniffing the air, before a loud metallic bang echoes from the direction of the far left hallway. The equine turns, and emits a high-pitched scream, before galloping full speed in that direction, knocking over three of the humanoids, which scramble to follow the entity.]
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[Five minutes of silence.]
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R-2: "Well, we're fucked."
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R-Cap: "That may yet be an understatement, Jane. Command, please be advised, we have 3456 aboard, I repeat we have 3456 aboard."
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NTF Command: "Acknowledged R-Cap. Mission remains the same."
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R-5: "They're not serious, are they?"
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R-6: "I'm not one to normally protest… but this feels like a suicide mission."
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R-4: "This doesn't look good. Perhaps we should go back to the hangar?"
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R-Cap: "Negative. We press on. We've been through worse than this. Just gotta play it smart."
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[Headlamps are turned back on, and the party observes the room. SCP-3456 instances can be heard vocalizing, in addition to creaking metal, and far lower frog-like vocalizations. The room is an armory, and navigation hub, with a number of large bows and sharpened, feather-like projectiles, and three-pronged tridents, all of which glow dimly. R-6 explores the interior of the room settling on an elevated table-like device. A small cube is slotted into the middle of the table which emits a constant dull blue luminescence. Inverted humanoid shadows are visible, unnoticed by the team.]
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R-3: [Picks up one of the bows, and a quiver of arrows, and twangs the string.] "For a civilization that builds fish with magic lasers, you'd think their small arms would be a bit more… explosive."
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R-2: "Never underestimate the power of a good old bow and… feather thing?"
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R-Cap: "Any chance these are more effective than our peashooters?"
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R-6: "Considering what we know about the creators, and their technology and the fact that the bows are glowing, it's probably safe to assume they're magic."
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R-5: "So magic bows with feather arrows are going to be more effective than light machine guns and RPGs against these things? That sounds ridiculous."
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R-4: "Only one way to know. Use on the ugly horsemen."
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R-5: "We're not seriously considering this are we? This isn't what we do."
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R-Cap: "Desperate situations call for improvisation Wong. Not the first time we've gone unconventional. Grab a bow."
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R-5: "Right. On another note, what was up with those wart covered monstrosities? Have those been classified?"
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R-6: "They're Trows."
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R-3: "Drows?"
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R-6: "No, Trows. They're a type of fairy, mean and unfriendly. Shouldn't get close to them."
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R-5: "Yeah well, that's easier said than done."
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[R-6 removes the cube from its slot, resulting in a burst of light as a map of the interior of SCP-4700-1 projects into the air. The rest of the party has equipped themselves with the oddly glowing bows.]
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R-6: "Jackpot."
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R-Cap: "That what I think it is, Sheffield?"
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R-6: "If you're thinking a floor by floor blueprint, then yes."
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R-Cap: "Good, tell us where we need to go."
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R-6: "We're here currently…" [R-6 Points to a green blinking triangle in the layout. A large red cylinder is visible in the diagram.] "The breach is here. Readings say all the stairways are blocked, and the elevator is out."
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R-Cap: "What options does that leave us?"
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R-6: "We'll have to cros-"
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[R-6 is interrupted by a droplet of blood falling onto his face. The party takes several seconds to process before all camera's point towards the ceiling. The remains of 5 Finnfolk, previously unobserved, are suspended vertically from the ceiling by amorphous layers of flesh.]
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[Slowly tearing flesh is audible, and a sudden snap as one of the corpses detaches from the ceiling and slams into the table which previously held the cube. The table lights up, and previously unobserved speakers slide into place along the walls and begin playing a series of loud rhythmic electronic tones with large amounts of bass accompanied by a range of instruments not matching any in Foundation records.]
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[R-6 turns around and begins pressing indentations on the surface of the table until the music ceases. Everyone moves to the door, R-5 sticks his head out into the hallway. No entities are visible.]
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R-5: "Think they heard that?"
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[Numerous SCP-3456 vocalizations emanate from different areas of the vehicle.]
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R-2: "You had to ask."
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R-Cap: "We gotta move now. Sheffield, which way."
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R-6: "Middle Hallway!"
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[All 6 members of recon team sprint towards the middle hallway, and follow it.]
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[R-5 briefly looks back, catching the silhouette of an SCP-3456 instance behind them. They pass through a large doorway into what at first appears to be a large open chamber. It becomes apparent this is not the case, it is instead the breach in the vehicle's side. The expedition is near the top of the breach, narrow support beams cross the gap in front of them. A membrane of thick luminescent fluid prevents ocean water from flowing inwards. On the far end of the beach, 15 m down is the shattered end of a diamond tube, from which a plasma-like substance flows into the air. R-6 turns and sees a panel on the doorframe. He attempts to get it to turn on.]
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R-6: "No good can't get it to turn on."
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R-2: "Better figure out something fast, they're going to be on us."
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[A high-pitched vocalization is heard.]
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R-2: "And they sound pissed."
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R-4: "Let me."
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[R-4 steps forward and smashes the glass screen of the panel, using a crowbar pry open the device. She looks through the components, and reaches in and pulls out a tiny sphere. The door slams closed.]
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R-Cap: "Gonna have to cross the gap using the support beams. One by one."
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R-4: "Does not look stable. May collapse."
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R-3: "We don't have much choice in the matter."
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[The door behind them dents with a metallic bang.]
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R-Cap: "Sheffield first, then Ochev, Wong, Balet, Jane. I'll go last."
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[R-6 makes his way onto the beams at a slow but careful pace. The door dents further.]
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R-2: "We're gonna have to speed things up, there's no way we'll all be across when they come through."
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R-Cap: "Rest of you on the beams, slow and careful, Jane and I will cover you."
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[R-3, R-4, and R-5 move onto the support beams as R-6 reaches the halfway point. The door dents again, severely bending outwards.]
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R-2: "Think killing any of these things will buy us brownie points in the afterlife?"
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R-Cap: "Your assumption is we can kill them with bows."
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R-2: "We've seen crazier things."
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[R-2 and R-Cap back towards the beams notching their bows, until they are on the edge. The door bursts open and several SCP-3456 instances and 12 of the humanoids enter the area. R-2 fires one of the feathers12, slicing through two of the humanoids, and lodging in the equine torso of an SCP-3456 instance with little effect.]
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R-2: "Shit."
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[The targeted SCP-3456 instance bursts into flames, before promptly exploding, internal organs and limbs scattering across the room.]
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R-2: "Holy shit."
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R-5: "That fucking worked?"
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R-Cap: "Never underestimate the power of improvisation!"
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[The two remaining recon team members retreat onto the beams as the group of hostile entities is momentarily distracted by the explosion. Additional entities arrive as R-6 successfully steps onto the other side of the gap, helping the remaining members of the party depart the beams.]
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[The blue luminescence previously illuminating the breach shifts in color to a dark red. The party does not notice. Several of the humanoids begin attempting to cross the breach as R-Cap and R-2 reach the halfway point. A dull humming begins in the distance, as the humanoids press upon the remaining team members with surprising speed.]
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R-2: "They're gonna catch us!"
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R-Cap: "Nothing we can do about that, just keep going."
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[The humming increases steadily in volume and the humanoids on the beam pause in their chase. All hostile entities in the area look out the liquid membrane into the ocean water. Numerous ominous lights are visibly approaching. R-Cap and R-2 reach the other side with the humanoids still near the middle.]
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R-Cap: "What on earth?"
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[20 automated drones13 fly through the membrane of the breach. Bright blue streaks of light stream from their mouths, and impact the support beams, causing the humanoids and several SCP-3456 to plunge 50 meters into the wreckage below.]
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[Additional automated vehicles pass through the membrane and assault the group of entities on the other platform, instantly incinerating a significant proportion of them. Those that are not incinerated flee back into the unpowered section of the vehicle. They are chased by additional automated units.]
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R-Cap: "No time to stand and gawk, let's move. Those sharks look hungry and we could be next."
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[The expedition sprints through the large doorway, R-6 closes it behind them using the active panel.]
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R-3: "What now boss?"
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R-Cap: "We head to the crystal. Only option we've got left."
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[Recon team begins moving more cautiously through the branching hallways. This segment of the vehicle is fully powered, though signs of SCP-3456 activity are visible, none are encountered. They pass an increasing proportion of private quarters, with doors open. Several stops are made to collect documents, personal effects, and artifacts of significant cultural and thaumotologic value. (See Recovered Materials)]
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[Recon team proceeds for another 15 minutes following these stops until the hallway begins rising at an incline, merging with all other decks of the vehicle into a single large non-euclidian enclosure with no clear walls or ceilings.]
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R-Cap: "What am I looking at here Sheffield?"
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R-6: "Doors… they're doors."
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[A set of doors, with a diameter of 60 km, composed of lead-lined steel engraved with a detailed depiction of a large humanoid woman with four yellow eyes standing with arms open. All around this central figure are hundreds of engraved murals.14 A series of large mechanical clicks and whirs are audible, and the door slides inwards like a spiral, opening a 1 km gap around the edges. The interior of SCP-4700-1-B is visible.]
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R-Cap: "NTF Command, I don't think we're on a crab anymore."
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Recovered Materials B
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Excerpt Type: Academic Report
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Date: 4830 YSSS (1830 AD)
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Despite the tragic death of his parents, and lack of access to educational resources available to other students, Skreyja has excelled in all aspects of his education, rising to the top of his class. Their recent victory in the trial of thaumotology over several competing students, and calling forth the Mither's blessing, shows great promise.
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[Extraneous Material Removed]
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Unfortunately, it seems Skreyja's rapid success has emotionally impacted his competitors in an unexpected, and tragic manner. The second, third, and fourth students were found deceased, frothing at the mouth from toxic ingestion. Skreyja commented he was shocked and in mourning of his fellow students.
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Excerpt Type: News Report
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Number: 2
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Date: 4875 YSSS (1875 AD)
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Title: PRINCESS DESIGNS FIRST VEHICLE
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Princess Hege, daughter of King Aske, has unveiled a novel design for a great feat of thaumotologic engineering. She has lovingly gifted it with a name that the Mither would so heartily have approved, Ásynja-Smiðr. A great vehicle to rival our beloved Guð-Bani, and fulfill her mother's legacy. It is a rejoicing sight.
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Title: FIRST ROYAL FAMILY MEMBER TO VISIT THE OUTER CYLINDER.
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In a shocking development, Princess Hege won the hearts and minds of the many who follow the old ways when she became the first member of Triemede's line since Irena the Fiery to visit the outer cylinder. Rumors persist that she snuck away from the palace without her Father's knowledge or the approval of Median Magister Skreyja. She spent five days in the Magnificent Works, visiting and learning among those who stick to the old traditions, before staying with Grand Magister Ragnhild, who only had this to say about the young princess.
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"She's got the spirit of her mother, yes yes, the fire of her father, and the talent of her great great great grandmother. She will make us all proud."
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Princess Hege had this to say about those who roamed the Magnificent Works:
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"They are a wholesome, earthly people who honor where we came from while using what we've learned to make their nomadic lifestyle easier. They understand the value of the earth, and the sky, and nature. I think now, I understand the value of respecting that which came before us… there is something about that life. I think we've strayed too far from it, and many of us are sick and suffering for it. I would like to make it easier… for all of us to experience that life once more. Living cramped in tiny boxes is not what we were meant to be."
Following the discovery of SCP-4700-1-B's interior, Recon 1 was instructed to defensively fortify their position until additional support could arrive. All elements of CTF-Delta-7 ("Spell Slingers") were deployed, and successfully disabled and recovered the automated defenses of SCP-4700-1. CTF-Delta-7 proceeded to board SCP-4700-1 using several hangar areas, and performed a sweep and clear operation utilizing blueprint layouts, and recovered Finnfolk weaponry to eliminate both SCP-3456 instances, and the accompanying unidentified humanoids. No Finnfolk survivors were recovered. Additional support personnel were brought aboard the vehicle once secured. Recon 1 reinitiated physical contact with Foundation Personnel 96 hours after boarding the vehicle. 24 hours of rest were allowed before the team was prepped for further exploration.
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Recon team was instructed to explore the surface of the outermost cylinder, in order to ascertain the nature of the environment, and search for potential survivors. Recon was re-equipped with Finnfolk weaponry in the event of SCP-3456 encounters.
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Exploration Log 2
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Date: ██/██/████ 123 hours post-discovery.
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Exploration Team: Recon 1
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Field Leader: Silus Smith (R-Cap)
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Team: Rugio Balet (R-3, Demolitions), Sarah Ochev (R-4, Engineer), Zirron Wong (R-5, Scout), Robert Sheffield (R-6, Linguistics, and thaumotology), Jane Sandora (Pilot, R-2, Second in command)
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Begin Log:
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[Extraneous preparations removed]
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[Recon team check that radio and video equipment are still functioning correctly. They proceed to the edge of the opened lead lined doors and step through into the outermost cylinder. As they step through, a second protruding cylinder is visible above. The team looks up. What is not obscured by the smaller cylinder, is visible.]
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R-3: "That's trippy as fuck."
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R-4: "Is an O'Neil Cylinder… big O'Neil Cylinder."15
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R-6: "Fascinating, they built an entire world in a non-euclidian space… I can only imagine the resources and time it took."
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R-2: "Sounds like way too much effort."
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R-Cap: "You can take pictures and send them to your parents, tell them its a video game design program. We've got a job to do, let's move."
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[R-Cap turns to look back at where they came in. Basecamp is no longer immediately visible. It is at this time that the party and NTF-Command realize the cylinders are rotating.]
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R-Cap: "Well that's a problem."
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R-4: "Cylinder rotates. Simulates gravity."
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R-Cap: "Right, well we're not getting back to base anytime soon. Command, cylinders rotate. Anyone sent in will need to synchronize entry timing with the rotation."
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NTF-Command: "Roger R-Cap."
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[A large plain with a river running through it is immediately visible, with swamp and marshlands. The land visibly curves into a slight slope, forming a toroid that stretches into the observable distance. To their right is a canal that proceeds down the slope.]
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R-Cap: "Alright move'em out and send up your drone Ochev. I don't want any surprises."
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[Ochev deploys the automated drone, which floats to a height of 15 m, and follows the party.
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[The expedition proceeds to follow along the edge of the canal for the next three hours before the canal merges with the river. Trace signs of occupation are visible at key points along the riverbank. No Finnfolk are encountered. Shimmers of light are visible in the water, with several large shapes disappearing from view as they reach the banks.]
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[For the next two hours, Recon follows the river on a medium sized footpath with clear boundaries. R-4's drone detects motion in the river. Two humanoid shapes come into frame in the water as the drone swivels, before they vanish.]
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[They enter an unusual forest, composed of several previously undocumented species red, purple, and blue kelp. They encounter an effigy, with a human and equine skull mounted atop two sticks. Light footsteps are recorded originating from deeper into the woods, but no fauna are observed. At 5:30:00 post departure, they come upon a stone and metal ring fortress broaching both sides of the river. The walls are beginning to crumble, and the assortment of buildings on both sides of the river are in a state of disrepair. No individuals are present in the fortress.]
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R-6: "This is incredible… they built Viking style forts to protect themselves and intermingled Arabic, Japanese, and Greco-Roman architecture."
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R-5: "You got all that from a bunch of crumbling buildings?"
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R-6: "No No, these are mostly still intact. See, the columns, they're in Ionic order, with flutes, and filets, and volutes. I've never seen such a seamless blending of different styles."
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R-2: "You shouldn't have asked Wong, we're going to be here all day."
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R-Cap: "We're breaking here for the night. Sky's getting dark. Sheffield, look around and see what you can find. Maybe something got left behind."
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R-3: "How's that even work, There's no sun or sky?"
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R-2: "It's that green stuff all over that floating spinning cylinder. It's just putting out light."
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R-Cap: "And now it's getting dark. Get your bags set up and pick a spot."
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[Recon teams breaks, and prepares to set up camp among the ruins. R-6 begins exploring. A personal Journal, several official documents, and a historical record of the fort's functions and history are recovered. R-6 surveys what appears to be a royal decree. Translation16 and Interpretation of Proto-Nordic runes are provided below.]
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By order of Lord Skreyja, Appointed King the following decree is issued.
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All Ring forts within the Outer Cylinder, and their faen anker are to be decommissioned. Magisters and Protectors will be reassigned to other posts, or deployed in the Holy War Against the Demons. Changes in treasury management require complete abandonment of all facilities post-haste.
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[Below the decree is a long list of names specific to this fort which scrolls down when read. Correspondence with the official records indicates that all individuals stationed at the fort were on this list. At the top of is a header reading "Deploying for the Glorious War against the Demons."]
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[R-6 returns to the rest of the party and informs R-Cap. Watch duty is determined.]
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R-2: [At a low volume] "You saw the shadows and heard the footsteps right Smith? I'm not going mad am I?"
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R-Cap: "Started noticing them back by the river. I figure they'll make their move when we're asleep. Keep your bow close."
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[No activity occurs during the night. R-4's drone camera picks up several shadows, and movement in the bushes. They are not reported.]
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[Recon breaks down camp and continues exploration after 8 hours of rest. They follow the footpath until it ends, at which point they deviate into the surrounding forest. Prior to leaving the river banks, which become impassible, a large glass column is seen in the distance. Team alters course to approach this structure.]
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[30 minutes into the Kelp Forest a net trap, composed of thick strands of kelp sewn together and spread across a 15 meter patch of grass, is sprung. Recon team is caught in the net, and promptly, pushed into a much smaller space on top of each other. No wires were visible upon review of the footage.]
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[After several minutes of unsuccesful attempts to free themselves, the team regains their bearings.]
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R-3: "Uh, Commander Sandora, have you tried cutting it with your knife?"
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R-2: "I would if I could reach it. It's currently on the back of my belt, and my arms are pinned by Sheffield and OChev."
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R-3: "Oh."
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R-Cap: "Best to wait for whoever set the trap."
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[Ten additional minutes of extraneous conversation.]
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R-2: "Come to think of it what the hell Wong, you're supposed to be looking out for these kinds of things."
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R-5: "I wasn't exactly expecting someone to set up a net trap in the middle of the woods in a giant rotating cylinder while we're in a metal crab. This isn't exactly a standard op where we are expecting traps."
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R-2: "…salient point."
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R-Cap: "Quiet. We're not alone."
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[Movement is captured in the surrounding bushes. Several humanoid figures remove well-constructed camouflage, revealing the bushes are not in fact bushes. Individuals have red scales across their body, with collapsible fins along their arms and legs, and gills around the neck. Each is over 2 meters tall. They debate among themselves for several minutes. One of the Finnfolk kicks the ground and walks away. A different individual turns to the Recon team and surveys them. She speaks in Proto-Nordic.]
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Finnfolk Nomad: "{Humans should not be here. Name yourselves.}
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R-Cap: "Sheffield, what's she saying."
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R-6: "I uh… she wants to know who we are I think?"
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R-Cap: "Can you communicate with her?"
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R-6: "I can try." [R-6 Pauses.] "{We are explorers. We come in peace.}"
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[The hunter pauses for exactly 5 seconds. She looks at several of the other Finnfolk. They look back. They begin speaking in hushed tones with the individual before she turns back. She speaks in English with a thick Norwegian accent.]
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Finnfolk Nomad: "You understand?"
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R-6: "Well. sort of. Your grammatical style has changed significantly from everything we've studied over the past half-century… you've even adopted words and elements of other languages."
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R-2: "Holy shit they speak English."
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[Five seconds of silence, and staring.]
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R-Cap: "What he's trying to say is yes, he understands." [At a lower volume.] "Sheffield, these aren't academics. Keep it simple."
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[The hunter turns to the other present Finnfolk. For the next 5 minutes they discuss the situation; the speech is not discernible. After 5 minutes, they turn and address R-6.]
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Finnfolk Nomad: "You are leader yes?"
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R-6: "Uh no, he's in charge."
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R-Cap: "I'm the commanding officer."
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Finnfolk Nomad: "You do not speak high language. He does. He leader."
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R-6: "Ok then…"
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Finnfolk Nomad: "We take you to Elder. She wants to speak with humans who breach barrier."
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[The net is cut from the tree and Recon team lands on the ground. Spears are leveled at them.]
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R-2: "At the end of pointy sticks again."
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R-Cap: "Reminds me of that mission in Micronesia."
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R-5: "Aren't we not supposed to talk about that?"
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R-Cap: "You aren't."
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[Over the next hour, Recon team is led through the forest by spearpoint on an increasingly more defined path. They are led into a swamp and led along a narrow footpath to a rather spacious island among the black kelp trees. Just over 100 large tent-like structures are mounted onto the backs of large stone crabs resembling Callinectes sapidus, with blue channels across their surfaces.]
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[The team is led to the largest of the crabs, at which point their weapons are taken, and they are thoroughly searched. The door is opened and they are led inside.]
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Recovered Materials C
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Excerpt Type: News Headline
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Date: 4880 AD YSSS (1880 AD)
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Title: SKREYJA RISES TO FINNLOR IN WAKE OF HIGH MAGISTRATE FINNLOR HELGORDS DEATH.
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Excerpt Type: Morbituary Article
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Date: 4885 YSSS (1885 AD)
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Headline: KING ASKE'S DEATH HONORED, SKREYJA APPOINTED STEWARD.
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King Aske the Wise passed on to the Astral Plane yesterday. Workers present at the time of his collapse reportered significant distress, and foam emanating from the mouth, no foul play is suspected due to King Aske's recent depressive temperament and public opinion downturns.
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Skreyja has been appointed Steward to rule in Princess Hege's stead until she reaches 200 years of age. The appointment came after a vote among the Magisters Council. Projections indicated the young Finnlor would not be appointed Steward, however, a number of Magisters whose votes were uncertain, cast in favor of the former orphan. All refused to comment on their votes.
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Skreyja had this to say following the vote:
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I am honored that the Wise Council of Magisters have chosen to nominate me for the position of Steward. Clearly, I am the most qualified candidate for the position. I promise, as Steward, that I will strive to improve the lives of all our citizens… and make progress towards expanding Finnfolk influence beyond our sacred home.
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Excerpt Type: News Article
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Date: 4887 YSSS (1887 AD)
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TITLE: PRINCESS HEGE FIRST ROYAL FAMILY MEMBER TO VISIT GUð-BANI IN 3 GENERATIONS.
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Princess Hege visited the great Guð-Bani, the first royal family member since the end of the Human territory wars. In yet another move of compassion, the young Finnwoman asked of Steward Skreyja that resources be allocated to refurbish and improve the defenses. A notice of rejection was issued by the Steward's office without further comment.
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Excerpt Type: News Article
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Date: 4889 YSSS (1889 AD)
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Title: IN SHOCKING MOVE, MAGISTER COUNCIL REORGANIZED. OLD MAGISTERS REMOVED.
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In a shocking move by the Steward's Office, the Magisters council was dissolved yesterday, and promptly reformed, with the exclusion of a significant proportion of the individuals who had been on the council in excess of several hundred years.
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Princess Hege immediately lodged protests against this move, citing it as an abuse of the Steward's power, and circumventing the will of the meritocracy. She received no response according to her personal assistants.
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Excerpt Type: News Article
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Date: 4889 YSSS (1889 AD)
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Title: PRINCESS HEGE PERISHES IN TRAGIC FIRE.
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In a heartbreaking development, Princess Hege was spotted in the Royal Archives late last night, shortly before it caught fire in a ferocious blaze which burnt the entire compound to the ground in under an hour. Princess Hege's remains could not be located within the building's remains. We all mourn this day for the loss of Princess Hege, last of Triemedes line. Our future remains uncertain.
During Recon Team 1's exploration of SCP-4700-1, all 6 members of Recon 1 were briefly captured by Finnfolk nomads occupying the surface of Cylinder 1. During the brief captivity, R-6 conducted an interview with the "Matriarch" of the tribe, an elderly Finnfolk estimated to have been born in 1062 AD. CTF Delta-7 ("Spell Slingers") were prepped for retrieval.
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Interview Log
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Interview Log I-4700-1-01
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Foreword: "Given the impromptu nature of this Interview, and its informative nature in regards to the Finnfolk and their history, minimal edits to remove extraneous content were made."
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Begin Log
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[All six members of recon team enter the tent at spearpoint. The tent appears to be empty, until an elderly Finnfolk woman with black scales emerges from a kitchenette with a pot made from a large gastropod shell, which emits a low pitched whistling. Her eyelids droop, and her back is hunched.]
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Matriarch: {Brynhild, have them put the spears down. Come come, these are our honored guests, not enemies. The first humans to set foot in Guð-Bani and you bring them in at spearpoint. Bah.}
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[The Matriarch waves, indicating for the other guards to lower their spears. She hobbles and retrieves a tray with 6 cups, and pours the liquid into all of them. The other Finnfolk in the room briefly glance at each other, and lower their spears.]
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R-Cap: "Sheffield, what's going on?"
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R-6: "Apparently… we're honored guests."
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[The elderly finnfolk sets the tray in front of the group, and places a bowl of candy in front of them. She proceeds to speak in English with a thick Norwegian accent.]
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Matriarch: "Welcome, Honored guests, to Guð-Bani, our home. Come, come, I have made Algal tea, and sweets. You must have traveled long, and experienced much."
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[R-6 looks to R-Cap, who nods once. The team tries the liquid, and one of the pink colored rods. Minor signs of distress are noted in all but R-6. The Matriarch cackles.]
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Matriarch: "It was good no?"
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[All members of recon team nod once, with R-6 nodding three times. She cackles again, before seating herself upon a floating chair.]
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Matriarch: "Now, I have many questions dearies, and you have answers. You also have questions, and I have answers too. Dark things are afoot… things that have not occurred since my great grandmothers time." [Brynhild says something in her ear.] "My granddaughter tells me you," [She points to R-6] "speak the high language."
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[R-6 glances at R-Cap for permission to speak. He gives the go-ahead.]
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R-6: "I do."
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Matriarch: "I shall weave a tapestry for your human ears in the high language, but first… some questions."
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R-6: "O-ok?"
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Matriarch: "Good, now, why have you come to Guð-Bani?"
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[R-6 glances to R-Cap. R-Cap nods.]
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R-6: "We're here to explore… we've been studying your people's work on the surface for almost 100 years… figuring out your technology… there was an incident on the surface, and we found your… home in the aftermath."
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Matriarch: "And do you understand it?"
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R-6: "Uh… understand what?"
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Matriarch: "This 'technology.'
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R-6: "I'm, uh, not privy to a lot of those details… we can only affirm that we believe so?"
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[The Matriarch cackles, and slaps her knee.]
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Matriarch: {It only took them 5000 years, Brynhild can you believe it? Grinhold owes me 500 silver.}
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[The younger Finnfolk doesn't respond. The Matriarch continues cackling until she descends into a series of coughs, at which point, she resumes questioning.]
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Matriarch: "Is Guð-Bani damaged?"
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R-6: "Quite heavily I'm afraid."
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[The Matriarch leans back in the chair and sighs.]
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Matriarch: "That would explain the Demons, and the silence from the great sprawl." [5-second pause.] "Ask your questions while I think."
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R-6: "Who are you?"
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Matriarch: "I'm Ragnhild the Mad." [Five seconds of cackling.]
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R-5: "I'll say."
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Ragnhild: "What was that sonny? You want some more algal tea? Brynhild, pour him another cup. Where was I? Oh yes. I'm Ragnhild the Mad, former Vice Magister to the Royal House of Triemedes, and the first of the great thaumotologist to be purged from the palace by him."
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[Ragnhild spits onto the floor. Brynhild pours R-5 another cup of liquid. Five seconds pass, at which point R-5 downs the drink.]
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R-6: "How did you… build Guð-Bani?"
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Ragnhild: "Build her? Oh no no, Guð-Bani was not built, my child. She was born."
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R-6: "Born?"
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[Ragnhild sits back and closes her eyes. Lighting in the room darkens. From the blue channels across the floor thousands of pinpoints of light rise into the air. The lights begin to spin, twisting into shapes and discernable forms, humanoid shapes, places, times, and even other anomalies.]
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Ragnhild: "In the time before time, we lived as a scattered people, across many shores. We loved, we traded, and we fished. And all was well aboard our ancestral home… Hildaland, the isle of the shimmering crystal city."
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[The lights shift depicting a large island moving and floating above calm ocean waters, an obscured large organism beneath the surface directing its movements.]
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[The calm water abruptly becomes violent, tall waves crashing onto the island's shores. The lights beneath the surface shift in tone and color, a large humanoid hand, with red, white and purple luminescence, rises from below, and grips the island, lifting it clear of the waters, and crushing it between its fingers.]
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Ragnhild: "From the depths of slumber, the Tyrant awoke, and rose from the deeps. In a single day and night… he smote our home betwixt his fingers… and we were left without direction. 10,000 souls lost to the howling night."
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[Five second pause. The lights shift, and depict two humanoids: one is a Finnfolk with golden scales while the other is humanoid, covered in green, blue, yellow, and pink luminescent shifting tattoos with four yellow eyes upon her face. For several seconds they are alone, walking through various terrains as the lights shift. Then, an increasing number of Finnfolk are around them. Thousands of lights depict the Finnfolk building, growing, and feeding a great machine.]
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Ragnhild: "From the ashes of our home's destruction, a daughter came forth. The last Matriarch's daughter, Triemedes, set forth under the Orcadian sky, and took visit, one by one, with the scattered tribes, bringing them together through five brutal trials. She swore upon herself a sacred vow, to seal away the terrible tyrant… and in return, was rewarded with great knowledge of a powerful machine, Guð-Bani."
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[SCP-4700-1 is shown completed, rising from the ground. An enormous column of light fills the room, emanating from its primary weapon. The lights shift once more, to an island of fire and ice. Triemedes is there, with the Finnfolk. Then humans. Then men made from cogs. Then men made of indiscriminate flesh. Then men made from plants. The lights shift once more, to what is now the Ring of Brodgar.]
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Ragnhild: "In the fires of Garðar a last desperate alliance was forged between Finn, Man, Machine, Flesh, and Plant. Triemedes led all to the homelands cloudy skys and barren hills, and there we waited."
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[The next several minutes of footage depict SCP-4700-1 rising from a lake and engaging the large humanoid seen in I-SCP-3703-01, as the combined groups of humanoids are assaulted by varying anomalies. A large humanoid approaches and is hit by SCP-4700-1's primary weapon. A second large humanoid, with four yellow eyes leaps from the lake and strikes the first with a massive sword, impaling it. The lights fade to depictions of hundreds of monolithic structures.]
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Ragnhild: "On the shores of yee old Orkney, the tyrant was struck down, and so began the first of the great sealing wars, wherein we trapped those ancient evil things in rock and stone."
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[The lights fade from the room, followed by 30 seconds of silence. Ragnhild begins to cackle.]
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Ragnhild: "That's the legend my mother gave me when I was a wee little girl. You humans lost so much of your own history, and we just burnt the oldest of ours, so who knows if its true." [Five seconds of cackling.]
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R-6: "Why did you not stay in Orkney, or other parts of the world?"
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[A brief change in expression.]
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Ragnhild: "Humans drove us into the sea. It seems that even alliances can crumble."
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R-6: "…and the person with four yellow eyes. You didn't speak about her."
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[Two minutes of silence, the Finnfolk look between one another. Ragnhild's cackling ceases. She begins to speak, but is interrupted by A Finnfolk rushing into the tent.]
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Finnfolk Nomad: "{Matriarch, the city is in flames! Knoggelevi everywhere!}"
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[Tent erupts into various Finnfolk speaking at, and over each other. Members of Recon remain seated. This continues for three minutes. Ragnhild bangs her cane on the floor. She is no longer smiling or cackling.]
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Ragnhild: "{Silence! Grindwald, speak, and quickly.}"
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Grindwald: "{The city is overrun and aflame, Knoggelevi and Trows are in the streets.}"
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Ragnhild: "{And survivors?}"
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Grindwald: "{At the palace… many already taken.}"
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[Ragnhild is quiet for five minutes before looking back to the Recon team members.]
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Ragnhild: "You lied before when you said you were just explorers. State your true purpose."
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[R-6 looks to R-Cap, he hesitantly nods.]
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R-6: "We're with an international organization that contains and protects mankind against… anomalies."
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[30 seconds of silence.]
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Ragnhild: "You do as we once did… you know of the Knoggelevi?"
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R-6: "We've had our fair share of encounters."
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Ragnhild: "Then you know of their terror." [Five-second pause.] "We do not have the numbers to take back the homes of our brothers and sisters if what Grindwald said is true. Grindwald, take your brothers, go cross every river, every lake and great sea. Rouse those who remember the old ways."
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[Grindwald and several male Finnfolk leave the tent.]
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Ragnhild: "Human… we find ourselves once more in desperation, turning to your blood-stained hands for aid. Will your organization provide aid?"
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[Five seconds of silent hesitation.]
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R-6: "I can't promise command will jump at it… but we will try to make it happen."
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Ragnhild: "Mither help us if it doesn't."
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End Log
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Recovered Materials D
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Excerpt Type: Newspaper Headline
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Date: 4899 YSSS (1899)
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Title: GROWING UNREST AMID POLICY CHANGES BY KING SKREYJA IN THE HOME GUARD AND AMONG FORMER MAGISTERS.
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Excerpt Type: Personal Journal Commanding officer of Guð-Bani
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Date: 4900 YSSS (1900 AD)
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He's done what we all feared the moment we heard of Hege's death in the blazes.
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Purges.
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The rat wolf bastard announced it a few weeks ago with no warning. Favored officers started rounding people up, good soldiers, good people who have defended our home for hundreds of years. Forced at spear point onto transports, and capital ships, and sent off into the depths. The first night, they got most of us. Most of the resistance. Stripped out parts from the vehicles. Disabled the weaponry. I watched Magisters do it, at spear point.
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Every day. More are shipped out. Indiscriminately. All under the guise of fighting the Demons. The Knoggs, and the Wyrms, and the Trows. It's not a war they are fighting. It's a massacre. Mither Help us.
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Excerpt Type: News Report Headline
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Date: 4950 YSSS (1950 AD)
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Title: 50 YEARS OF SUCCESS IN THE WAR CLEARS LAND FOR COLONIZATION. CIVILLIANS, MAGISTERS SELECTED FOR COLONIZING WORLD ABOVE. LIVE ALONGSIDE HUMANS ONCE MORE.
WARNING: ATTEMPTED ACCESS DETECTED. THIS DOCUMENT IS UNDER LEVEL 5 CLASSIFICATION.
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USER CODE: HILDALAND
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PASSWORD: THE13O5SRIDETHERISINGTIDE
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IDENTIFIER ACCEPTED.
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Welcome back 05-01.
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Operation SKIES OF ORCADIA
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Document Type: Operation Approval Report
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Date: 4/1/2017
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Summary: Following an emergency meeting of the O5 Council in order to address what is now "The Finnfolk Dilemma", Operation SKIES OF ORCADIA was approved by majority vote of 9-3-1. Operation goals have been clearly defined, and assets are to begin deployment immediately. A temporary agreement has been signed between the Finnfolk and Foundation forces to last for the duration of the operation.
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Goals:
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Rescue and recovery of all surviving Finnfolk.
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Sweep and clear of SCP-4700-1-B of all hostile entities.
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Establish and ascertain the level of cooperation at which surviving Finnfolk leaders will be willing and able to provide in restoration of key projects.
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Assets to deploy:
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CTF-Delta 7 ("Spell Slingers")
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Combat Elements NTF-Delta 7 ("Northern Storm")
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600 functional and restored SCP-3706 instances.
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5000 Finnfolk Nomads.
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Recovery/Rescue Log
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Date: 4/2/2017
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Foreword: Recon Team 1 was deployed alongside all Foundation designated assets to reach and begin rescue efforts of trapped and surviving Finnfolk individuals. The following log contains transcripts depicting large scale combat operations. Material within is under level 5 restriction. Unauthorized access is grounds for termination.
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Begin Log
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[Recon team breaches the surface of a single water highway into the Urban environment of cylinder three using submersibles. They are accompanied by several dozen Finnfolk operated SCP-3706 craft.]
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R-Cap: "Alright listen up folks. This ain't our run of the mill mission. This is a war zone. Stealth, asset collection, document analysis, there will be none of that. Don't stop, keep your eyes in front of you, let the Finnfolk and the CTFs handle hostiles. We won't be dealing with the small things here. This is an open environment. Expect full scale 3456 instances. Any questions?"
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R-5: "What if one gets in our path?"
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R-Cap: "We make it a pincushion."
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R-2: "And If we can't?"
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R-Cap: "We run."
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[The hatch for the submersible pops open, and the team, one by one, exits onto a tiled path. In all directions is a large urban environment of combined Greco-Roman, Japanese, and Arabic architecture. Skyscrapers are visible in the distance. Rubble and dark liquid is visible in the luminescent lined canals. A collapsed building blocks the street to the immediate right. Smoke obscures most of the sky.]
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[Several squads of Finnfolk exit larger SCP-3706 instances. CTF Elements exit submersibles to the right of recon team. Hundreds of voices acknowledge operations command via radio transmission.]
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Operations Command: "This is Operations command to all assets. You are a go."
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R-Cap: "Lets move!"
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[Recon and the accompanying escorts begin moving into the city. SCP-3456 vocalizations begin in all directions. CTF elements and Finnfolk break off from the grouping, and engage several groupings of humanoids, and smaller SCP-3456 instances. Recon team, and a single squad of Finnfolk17 advance further into the ruined city, as a single, severed, large limb lands to the right of the team.]
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CTF-Omega Leader: "This is CTF-Omega to all units. Air Support is inbound. ETA one minute."
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R-3: "Air support? How the hell are they moving air units in here?"
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R-2: "It's better not to question, and just be fucking glad they are."
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[Recon comes to a stop as a single, 30 m tall SCP-3456 trots into the path in front of them. Hundreds of Finnfolk corpses are scattered on the street at its feet. It notices the team and turns, emitting a single vocalization and begins moving towards them.]
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R-Cap: "OPEN FIRE!"
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[The Finnfolk and Recon team begin firing the feather arrows at the equine entity. It halts its advance, rearing up on two legs. The entity makes emits a distressed vocalization as the hoofs contact the ground, knocking R-3 and R-4 off their feet. The 3456 instance begins to swell. It explodes, sending internal components and limbs flying in all directions.]
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R-5: "Ah goddammit, that's disgusting."
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R-2: "We can take showers when we get home."
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R-Cap: "Lets m-"
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[R-Cap is cut off by one of the Finnfolk holding out an arm to prevent passage.]
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Grinwald: "Not done."
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[The entities remnants begin to undulate, and coalesce, congealing together into 20 smaller SCP-3456 instances.]
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R-2: "Jesus fuck, how can they do that!"
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[Three Additional 30 m SCP-3456 instances come into frame, accompanied by a large number of the previously observed humanoids.]
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R-2: "Fuck, time to run!"
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[2 additional SCP-3456 and accompanying humanoids block the path behind.]
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R-6: "We're boxed in."
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Grinwald: "{Only one thing to do now Brynhild.}"
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Brynhild: "{We live by the Mither, and we die by the Mither. So be it.}"
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[The Finnfolk form a protective circle around the Recon team, holding three-pronged tridents extended.]
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Brynhild: "Ragnhild requested we protect you. We honor that request with our lives. Shoot, and we shall stab."
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R-5: "That's… actually very noble."
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R-Cap: "On 3 we open fire. Take as many with us as possible."
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R-2: "Heh, of all the days to die, it's on your birthday."
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R-Cap: "That was a lie. My birthday's in September, Jane."
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R-2: "Dammit Silus, we can't die after that. I have to yell at you now."
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R-Cap: "Tell that to them. On 3 we start shooting, and we don't stop. Everyone got it?"
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[All parties acknowledge. The crowd of hostile entities advance, charging the group.]
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R-Cap: "One"
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[A dull humming begins in the distance. The entities continue charging.]
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R-Cap: "Two."
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[The humming gets louder, the majority of the humanoids and equine entities do not stop their advance, the larger SCP-3456 instances pause to look to the source of the humming.]
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R-Cap: "Three!"
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[Recon team opens fire as the crowd begins sprinting towards the group, 6 arrows streak through lines of humanoids impaling themselves on 3456 instances, which catch fire and explode. The crowd continues to advance.]
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R-Cap: "What the…"
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[78 SCP-3706 instances manned by CTF-Delta 7 pilots approach at high velocity. The vehicles dive less than 80 meters away and open fire upon both groupings of hostile entities, instantly vaporizing the 30 m tall equines, and strafing the crowd of hostiles.]
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CTF-Omega-Leader: "Air support has arrived."
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[The crowd reaches the circular formation. Right before contact, the Finnfolk's tridents emit an eerie luminescence, which erupts into streaks of electric energy upon contact, vaporizing both humanoids and SCP-3456 instances. Brynhild wields both a trident and a heavy net, which she uses to trap a humanoid, before spinning the net in a circle and using her momentum to release the mechanism, sending the trapped humanoid back into the crowd with some force.]
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R-2: "Oh fuck yes! Flying magic fish, that's what I call fucking air support."
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R-Cap: "Don't stop shooting til' they are all dead, we've got a date with that palace."
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R-2: "I got a date with yelling at your ass for lying about that birthday."
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R-Cap: "Save it for when I buy you drinks after this is all said and done."
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[The CTF Squadron make a second pass, picking off a large number of additional hostiles, while Recon and the Finnfolk continue to repel the advancing assault. One of the Finnfolk falls to a smaller SCP-3456 instance, allowing a few hostiles to breach the circle, charging at R-6. R-2 steps in front of R-6 and manually stabs the hostiles with several of the feather arrows. Grinwald quickly plugs the hole, demonstrating visible grief at the loss.]
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R-6: "…I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes."
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R-2: "As long as you didn't shit your pants, you're fine."
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[The CTF squadron makes their third pass, as the ranks of hostiles finally break, and begin to flee in 3 separate groups. Air support gives chase, leaving Recon to proceed, over the next 15 minutes to run towards the palace complex. No further hostile entities are encountered, due to CTF air support. Their arrival is greeted by thousands of Finnfolk who took shelter behind the Palace defenses. MTF elements begin arriving. Over the next half hour evacuations aboard larger SCP-3706 transports are arranged. 15,000 individuals are estimated to be in the palace complex.]
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[CTF elements begin combing the palace for additional survivors. At this time, they discover hidden dungeon complexes, containing what are believed to have been high ranking political opponents of the previous regime. Recon team awaits further orders at a large temple complex.]
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R-6: "Has uh… has anyone else noticed the person-sized pile of sand by that giant statue?"
R-5: "Is he… still conscious? Cause that sounds pretty awful."
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Brynhild: "No, he is in hell."
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[Further conversation is interrupted by the emergence of roughly 50-60 additional Finnfolk who are guided into the surrounding crowd awaiting evacuation. The last individual to emerge is an emaciated Finnwoman with golden scales and hair. She is supported by two MTF agents. She stops at the edge of the stairs.]
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[The individual turns and looks back, for five seconds, and then turns to face the crowd. Several Finnfolk in the crowd look in her direction. Like a wave, more and more Finnfolk turn to look at the Finnwoman. They begin to bow, as several members of the royal guard move to stand around her.]
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Grinwald: "{Princess Hege lives.}"
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Brynhild: "{Queen Hege. Long may she live.}"
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R-6: "Cap… that's… uh… that's their Queen."
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R-Cap: "That would explain the bowing. You said she was dead?"
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R-6: "I guess not."
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R-Cap: "Operations command this is Recon Captain. We have discovered and freed the Finnfolk's Queen. I repeat, high priority asset has been rescued."
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Operations Command: "Roger R-Cap… your priority is to escort them out alive."
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Operations Command: "We have a new directive coming from CTF Command."
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CTF-Omega Leader: "Recon, this is CTF-Omega Leader. We have a big, angry problem."
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R-2: "Of course we do, just look out at the city. It's all a big angry problem."
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R-Cap: "Roger command, we're reading." [To R-2] "Jane, cut the sarcasm to command. Save the banter for the field."
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CTF-Omega Leader: "We've got a large, hostile entity, capable of flight, and directed thaumotologic breath sitting on the 3703 instance at the center of that big hollow space above you. I've already lost 2 whole squads trying to take it out. It's attempting to breach the containment field."
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R-3: "What did he just describe? And what happens if it breaches the chamber?"
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Hege: [Quietly.] "The cylinders stop spinning."
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R-4: "That would be bad. Very bad."
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R-Cap: "I appreciate your situation Omega Leader, but we can't exactly sprout wings and fly. What do you want us to do about that?"
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Royal Guard: "Pardon, but there are fish in the hangar."
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R-2: "If this were any other day, that would be nonsensical."
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R-Cap: "Can they fly?"
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Royal Guard: "Yes."
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R-Cap: "Then let's go."
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Hege: "I'm going."
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R-Cap: "That's a no go Madame. You're these folks' last hope, and I am most certainly not risking you dying."
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Hege: "These are my people, and this my home. I would rather die doing what I can than sit helplessly on the sidelines."
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[Further debate is cut short by a sudden intense tremor.]
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R-2: "I don't think we have time to debate this, and she ain't backing down."
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R-Cap: "Fine, she rides with me. Everyone else, grab your own fish."
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[They proceed to the hangar and are directed on how to use the fish by their Finnfolk escorts. The group takes off and heads up into the sky, where they are joined by a squad of Finnfolk nomads including Ragnhild.]
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Brynhild: "{Grandmother what are you doing? You should not be here!}"
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Ragnhild: "You don't expect an old girl like me to lay down and die without a fight." [Cackling.] "Let's go cook a fish! Yeeeeehawwww. Oh, hi Hege. Knew you weren't dead. Too much of a fighter."
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R-2: "She really is mad."
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R-5: "I'm just glad she's on our side."
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[The group breaches the clouds, and fly into a vast hollow space, heading towards diamond encased 3703 instances at high velocity. As they approach, the aforementioned hostile entity becomes visible. It is 50 m long, covered in thick scales, with two legs ending in claws, a head with a long snout and horns, two large wings, and a long tail with a spade shape at the end.]
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R-3: "DRAGON!"
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R-6: "Actually, it's a Wyvern."
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R-2: "Well it's about to be dead, so it doesn't matter either way."
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[The 3706 instances fly towards the entity, which notes their approach. It emits a hostile vocalization and opens its mouth. Large ice fragments begin manifesting in the air, and launch at the group.]
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R-Cap: "Evasive maneuvers!"
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[The group scatters, avoiding the Ice fragments, only to be met by bolts of electric thaumotology, forcing them into spins, and dives to avoid being hit. Ragnhild begins cackling, as she remains in place, the thaumotologic energy glancing off an invisible bubble around her. The clouds beneath the elderly Finnfolk begin swirling, and rise through the air as she chants in Proto-Nordic.]
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[The Wyvern continues to slam its tail into the diamond casing surrounding the SCP-3703 instance. Ragnhild starts to move and sway on her vehicle, the clouds encircling her sparking, before transmuting into green thaumotologic fire. The fire streaks out at the Wyvern, hitting it but causing no physical damage.]
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Ragnhild: [Cackling] "You're going to be a plump roast for my grandchildren you fat lizard!"
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[Recon and the Finnfolk begin diving their SCP-3706 instances in erratic patterns, striking the entity. They manage to punch holes in its flesh. It roars in distress.]
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R-2: "That's what I'm talking about! Eat magic fish lasers!"
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[The Wyverns flesh begins regenerating.]
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R-3: "Well that's not fucking good!"
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[The Wyvern swings its tail away from the SCP-3703 instance, causing the group to scatter again, while making impact and instantly killing one of the Finnfolk. The holes inflicted by the Recon team heal completely, and begin to bulge. Dozens of small, faster-flying entities identical to the Wyvern burst from each inflicted hole, and begin harassing Recon team.]
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R-2: "Holy fuck, kill the small ones!"
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Ragnhild: "Stolwold! You scale covered, foul-smelling, wolf frolicking lizard. I will send you back to the abyss from whence you came! Then I'll make cookies and eat them over your fried corpse!"
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[Ragnhild cackles, and directs all of the fire enveloping her to incinerate many of the smaller Wyverns, before directing it at the larger instance. Scales on the entity crack and burn off, but quickly regenerate, releasing more of the small instances.]
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R-6: "We're not doing anything!"
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R-Cap: "We have to hit it all at once. Everyone, dive on me!"
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R-2: "That's kind of hard when we're being swarmed!"
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R-Cap: "All in on me, blast the small ones as a group."
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[Recon and the Finnfolk gather into a wedge formation and clear out the smaller Wyverns. Several are able to land scratches, deep cuts, and bites, and another Finnfolk goes down as two clog up the vehicle's engines. R-Cap dives into the entity, followed by the remaining members of the party. They open fire on it, striking it repeatedly. The Wyvern roars in distress.]
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R-5: "Fuck yeah, its swiss cheese now!"
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R-2: "I don't think it's enough, it's already starting to regenerate… look out, here come more of the small ones!"
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[Large holes in the Wyvern's form begin to regenerate, unleashing hundreds of the smaller entities, as it flings Ice fragments, and bolts of lightning at the party. Two more Finnfolk are struck, and perish in the explosion of their vehicles.]
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Ragnhild: "You rat bastard!"
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R-Cap: "No good, we don't have the firepower to take this thing down, and we're taking casualties."
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[The Wyvern slams its tail into the diamond, causing it to crack.]
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R-6: "We don't have time to call for help, it's going to breach any second!"
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R-2: "We need a bigger gun!"
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Hege: "{Only a titan of the deep may bring ruin to the great Wyrms of Stoor, for the mightiest of fish may only unleash pestilence upon the earth… Mither help us.}"
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[A humming fills the air immediately below the recon team members as they dodge the cloud of smaller entities. From the cloud a beam of light emerges, accompanied by a mechanical roar. A large mechanical form emerges, as the beam of light severs the Wyverns tail with a loud concussive blast. It does not regenerate.]
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R-2: "Fuck. Yes. It's about time we got bigger toys."
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R-6: "We gotta weaken and sever the limbs!"
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R-Cap: "All in folks! Lets go!"
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[Recon team and the surviving Finnfolk dive onto the entity, and open fire, punching holes. They manage to sever its wings, preventing it from escaping. The large mechanical shape comes into view, an SCP-3706 instance in the shape of a cuttlefish. Its primary weapon fires again, as smaller emplacements vaporize the cloud of smaller Wyverns. The Wyvern, with no escape route, takes the blast head on and is instantly vaporized.]
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CTF-Command: "This is CTF command to all units. Wyvern neutralized."
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End Log
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Epilogue: Following neutralization of what is now being designated SCP-████, evacuations were completed. 55,973 Finnfolk were successfully evacuated from the SCP-4700-1-B into SCP-4700-1-A and surrounding surface vessels. All three cylinders were cleared of hostile entities 15 days post discovery. Negotiations began in earnest, and the Finnfolk-Foundation cooperative agreement was signed on April 16th, 2017. Repairs on the vehicle began in earnest.
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Update and Reactivation
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Date: March 21st, 2022
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Reactivation Log
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Foreword: Following five years of repair work, power and functionality were restored to SCP-4700-1 on March 21st, 2022. On this date, Foundation and Finnfolk personnel began preparations for reactivation, and all systems were reactivated at 12:03 P.M. The following contains the log of events immediately after reactivation.
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As a part of the cooperative agreement, Queen Hege was awarded the privilege of reactivating the vehicle.
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Begin Log
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[Princess Hege places her hand on the activation console on the bridge. Systems come online, and SCP-4700-1 emits a "benign" mechanical roar. The vehicle shifts as it begins righting itself.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Bring all systems online, and begin operations testing."
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Weapons Control Officer: "We've got multiple shortages in some of the emplacements, main weapon is still offline. Electrostatic charges in the front appendages are functional."
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Engineering: "Legs are fully functioning, beginning movement tests. Projectile repulsion systems aren't responding, we'll have to tinker with it."
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Status of Intangibility and Invisibility systems."
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Engineering: "Online, running functions now."
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[SCP-4700-01 flickers, as invisibility and intangibility systems come online. It is unable to fully maintain either state.]
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Engineering: "No good, we're still having trouble syncing all the generators."
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "We have movement and some weapons, good enough for a shakedown run."
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[SCP-4700-01 is directed in slow circles for the next five minutes.]
NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Bring us around, and put it up on the viewscreen."
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Princess Hege: {Mither almighty, the Great Wyrm of Stoor.}
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[SCP-3700-02 comes into frame, having manifested as consistent with prior observations. It turns, and notices SCP-4700-1, and begins swimming towards the vehicle.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Hostile inbound, launch all support craft. Fire all weapons, and get that primary cannon online! Bring us around to three o'clock of its bearing, and prepare for evasive maneuvers."
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[SCP-3706 instances begin launching from SCP-4700-1's carrier bays. Weapon emplacements along the vehicle's hull fire several barrages. Beams of light, and fauna shaped guided torpedos fly through the ocean water and impact SCP-3700-02, knocking it slightly off course. It vocalizes in distress.]
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Sensors Officer: "Brace for impact!"
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[SCP-3700-02 collides with the vehicle, toppling it onto its side, before the entity continues swimming, impacting the ocean floor. SCP-4700-1 rights itself, having sustained a large dent in its exterior armor. Weapon emplacements resume firing at the downed entity as it rises from the ocean floor and turns to engage at closer range.]
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[Supporting SCP-3706 instances begin firing on the entity. It swings its sharpened tail, but is too slow to catch the smaller vehicles.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "What's the status on our primary weapon?"
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Weapons Officer: "Still no response, we can get it to charge, but not to full power."
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "How much?"
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Weapons Officer: "30%. There's another problem. The circuits aren't completely repaired. We fire more than two, maybe three shots, we risk blowing the entire vehicle to hell."
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "We'll have to hope that's enough."
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[Four SCP-3706 cuttlefish-shaped capital ships approach the 32 km long entity as it prepares to assault the vehicle. They open fire with their primary weapons, striking the entity as it begins breathing characteristic fire from its mouth. The resulting blasts manage to sever three of its tentacles, causing a distressed vocalization as it emits fire directly above and back onto itself, resulting in additional physical damage. SCP-4700-1 turns and aligns its primary weapon with the entity.]
[A low humming fills the vehicle's bridge, and the surrounding water as smaller vehicles move out of the way. The barrel of SCP-4700-1's primary weapon begins to glow, and water surrounding it begins to boil. The vehicle emits a mechanical roar, and an enormous column of light flies forth, pushing the entire vehicle backward, as the beam impacts the ocean floor. All recording devices are obscured by five seconds of bright light. Water rushes to fill the sudden empty space caused by the blast, an immense crater left in the ocean floor.]
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[SCP-3700-02 manages to avoid the first shot at the last second but receives heavy physical damage from the impacting blast. It sideswipes the SCP-3706 capital ships as they are temporarily blinded by the blast, sending them sinking into the seabed. The entity then proceeds to swim at SCP-4700-01 once more.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Dammit we missed! How long till next charge?"
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Weapons Officer: "30 Seconds!"
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Don't have that long! Activate the claws."
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[SCP-4700-01 raises its claws, electrostatic discharge devices activating, as serrated edges move to the interior surface. The vehicle scuttles slightly to one side, avoiding SCP-3700-02's charging advance, and uses both claws to grasp its tail. One claw cleaves the spiked tail, preventing its further use, while the other maintains a grip on the entity. SCP-4700-1 raises its claw arm, and turns, before bringing it down, slamming SCP-3700-02 into the sand as it discharges its electric potential.]
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[The entity emits another distressed vocalization and manages to slip free of SCP-4700-01's claw. Despite severe physical damage to its body, SCP-3700-02 manages to wrap its body around the vehicle and proceeds to lock its jaw onto SCP-4700-1's outer armor. It begins to constrict, in an attempt to crush the vehicle in its entirety.]
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[The vehicle attempts to grab the entity with its claws, but the limited motions of its front appendages prevent it from reaching back. Supporting SCP-3706 instances attempt to sever portions of its body using focused assaults, but are beaten back by both tentacles and SCP-3700-02 emitting streams of blockading fire. Weapon emplacements are unable to fire at the entity without damaging the vehicle further.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Weapons status!"
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Weapons Officer: "Fully charged, but we can't get it off!"
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[SCP-3700-02 constricts tighter, causing several hull breaches which are quickly sealed.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Dammit all."
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[SCP-4700-01 attempts to move and shake the enraptured entity from its form for several seconds before it is pulled to the sand by SCP-3700-02.]
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[A large humanoid hand emerges from the seabed and grasps SCP-3700-02 by its tail, and pulls it from SCP-4700-1. The arm begins slamming it into the seabed, stunning it, before holding it up. It curls and bites into the Humanoid arm, causing an enormous tremor across the ocean floor. SCP-4700-1 rights itself once more, and turns to align its primary weapon with the arm and entity.]
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NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Open fire!"
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[SCP-4700-1 charges and fires its second shot. It impacts SCP-3700-02 barely avoiding the humanoid arm, and incinerating the entity instantly]
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[A humanoid figure, covered in pink, yellow, green, and blue luminescent markings, and possessing four yellow eyes upon its otherwise human face emerges from the seabed. It stretches in an upward motion, nursing the arm which suffered indirect damage, before pausing and surveying the surrounding area. It spots SCP-4700-01. Leaning forward, it pats the vehicle's "head" before speaking briefly in Proto-Nordic. Surveying the surrounding area once more, it stands, and then dissolves into large quantities of kelp, which fall to the ocean floor.]
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Sensors Officer: "Sonar Contacts! Thousands of them!"
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[More than 9000 SCP-3706 instances are suddenly visible in all directions.]
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Postword: 9846 SCP-3706 instances containing more than 200,000 surviving Finnfolk were, according to numerous eyewitness reports, instantly transported to SCP-4700-1's location following the Humanoid entities departure. The humanoid entity has been designated EoI-001-00 as a result of these events.
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Transcription of EoI-001-00's speech:
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I wake from my deep slumber to find you in ruins. Do not worry. Do not fret. I shall bring home those who were exiled. Do not worry. Do not panic. Teran wakens in the deeps. Do not worry.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Agents are to patrol beaches that are at a high risk of developing riptides. Watchtowers disguised as civilian commodities are to be built around areas where SCP-4717-1 instances frequent. After SCP-4717-1 instances have left the area, Class-A amnestics will be provided to witnesses. A disinformation campaign has been put in place to cover the events as a PSA campaign from a Foundation front company. The PSAs are to replicate SCP-4717 events exactly, with the shooting locations to be where SCP-4717-1 instances reside.
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Description: SCP-4717 is an anomalous phenomon centered around the coastal areas of Australia, localized around the Eastern Coastline, stretching from Weipa, Queensland, to Melbourne, Victoria. The anomaly only activates if three certain conditions are met:
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The location has a history of high profile drownings (specifically relating to riptides).
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The location features a human currently caught in a riptide event.
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Once these conditions are met, humanoid entities will manifest (designated SCP-4717-1), usually in a pair. SCP-4717-1 are humanoids resembling young adults in swimwear. These entities hold large signs that resemble gloved human hands, pointing either to the left or the right of the beach. Approximately 3 seconds after manifesting, they will proceed to the edge of the shoreline. After locating the person caught in the riptide, they will call out to the drowning individual, repeating the phrase: "To escape a rip, swim parallel to the beach!"
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If the drowning individual notices the humanoids during this time, they will automatically understand the context and the instructions given to them, regardless whether the individual can physically hear the SCP-4717-1 instances. The individual will then swim along the coastline, eventually escaping the riptide and getting to safety. After the individual is confirmed to be no longer at risk of drowning, the instances will exit the immediate area and demanifest.
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Addendum SCP-4717-A: During the manifestation of SCP-4717-1 instances, one humanoid noticed a Foundation agent (now designated SCP-4717-L), and fled the scene early, prompting a pursuit and capture for interrogation. The second humanoid demanifested before agents could apprehend and detain.
Dr. █████: Alright, and we are live. Just so you know, this will be transcribed and recorded live for the records, is that alright?
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SCP-4717-L: Oh, yeah yeah, that's fine. You're not gonna put my real name out there though, right?
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Dr. █████: No, your name will be censored, along with your voice. I wouldn't be able to pick you from a crowd.
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(Doctor █████ pulls out a notepad and places it on the table.)
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Dr. █████: Right, so first things first. What's your name?
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SCP-4717-L: Uhh… It's ██████████.
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Dr. █████: ██████████? Weird, but okay.
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SCP-4717-L: Hey, can you not, like, say stuff like that? It may be silly, but at least it's unique!
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(Dr. █████ scribbles down on his notepad.)
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Dr. █████: Sorry, I just haven't heard a name like that before, is it Greek?
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SCP-4717-L: If only it was! I'm actually from Walloongoong.1
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Dr. █████: Oh, really? I'm from there too.
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SCP-4717-L: What!? Oh fuck yeah! We got another Gong'r!
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(SCP-4717-L goes for a high five, which Dr. █████ reciprocates.)
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SCP-4717-L: Man, it's so good to see someone from my town!
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Dr. █████: Same here, man! But we going slightly off topic. What if we talked after this, huh?
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SCP-4717-L: Yeah, that would be awesome!
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(Dr. █████ flips a page of his notepad.)
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Dr. █████: To be honest, there's only one question I need to ask you. What is it that you do exactly? Like do you work for someone, or is it just you?
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SCP-4717-L: Oh, is that it? I can give you a few details, but the rest you'll have to talk to my manager about, he knows more than me. I'll give you his details. Can I borrow that notepad?
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(Doctor █████ pushes the audio tape closer, and gives his notepad to SCP-4717-L, who talks whilst writing.)
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SCP-4717-L: Truth is, I work for a company, Sorl's Surfing and Lifesavers' Club. And while I really want to be a lifeguard, I can't swim very well, shows what school does for ya!
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SCP-4717-L: Oh man, I hated high school. But anyway, instead of throwing my dreams away like a fuckwit, I decided to save people another way, with signs! Now I can't tell you how they work, but I can say that they work tremendously well! I just hope I can keep my job here, it's a competitive business.
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(SCP-4717-L pulls out an ID card from its breast pocket and hands it to Dr. █████, along with the notepad.)
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SCP-4717-L: Aaaand there we are, here's my ID, in case they ask, and my managers number. Just ring him up, he’ll help you with anything you ask. You need anything else?
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Dr. █████: No, that's actually pretty good, thanks for this! The police should escort you out soon, I'll meet you outside.
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SCP-4717-L: Nice! I'll be sure to wait for you!
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Closing Statement: SCP-4717-L demanifested after exiting the interview room. After extensive testing, the number and ID given by SCP-4717-L were proven to be falsified, as the phone company that used 04████████ had it discontinued in 1976, due to electrical problems in Southern Queensland. The ID provided was a falsified using a photo from an Australian PSA by the company █████ ████ ██████ ██████████, and the credentials were not found on all major public and private databases. [SEE ADDENDUM SCP-4717-B FOR DETAILS (21/5/2009)]
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Addendum SCP-4717-B: On the 21/5/20092, Dr. █████ received an unauthorized call during his shift break. The caller (now designated as SCP-4717-M) introduced them as a legal representative of Sorl's Surfing and Lifesavers' Club, and described events relating to SCP-4717-1 instances. The following is the conversation after the cell phone's automatic record function was activated.
SCP-4717-M: Now you know the severe consequences that come with this, don't you? Using other people's intellectual property without a single ounce of regret or remorse? Dr. █████, this is a very serious situation we have here.
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Dr. █████: I know that you are clearly upset by this, but you must know that I didn't do anything. I wasn't a part of the meeting, nor did I film the ads. I merely authorized it.
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SCP-4717-M: Oh, stop lying Dr. █████, you were present at the shooting locations from day one! You were the one that authorized it, you were the one that was present at those locations, and you were the one that filmed these adverts, did you not!?
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Dr. █████: Well, yes I did, bu-
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SCP-4717-M: And that is exactly why I'm talking to you! You were the director, and therefore you were responsible for the broadcasting of these adverts. You knew what the consequences of infringing on the Sorl's company was, and yet you decided to go ahead and the green light it anyway!
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Dr. █████: No, no no no, you can't just sue us! How do you even know my name, anyway?
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SCP-4717-M: Oh, your name? I got it from that from the kid you held against, which is another charge that will be filed. Christ, the kid's shaken, y'know? He hasn't been at work since.
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(Both parties remain silent for a few seconds. A loud sigh is heard from SCP-4717-M's end.)
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SCP-4717-M: Look, I don't wanna do this. I don't want to have to go through all the paperwork and the fees, not to mention the fine you guys would end up dishing out afterwards. All we ask, is that you take down the adverts, and let us make our own. We promise to make them as best as we can. That will be all. Goodbye.
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Closing Statement: Shortly after the call was disconnected, Dr. █████ requested the temporary discontinuation of all broadcasts pertaining to SCP-4717, which was approved. Several days later, non anomalous advertisements featuring multiple SCP-4717-1 instances were aired. Investigations into the Sorls company are currently underway.
SCP-4858: But the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place
+Author:Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here.
+Image: The images are all licensed by valid CC licenses (2.0, 2.0 and 4.0 respectively), and can be found here, here and here.
Special Containment Procedures: An armed perimeter has been set up around SCP-4858. Guards and researchers are to be on-site at all times to deal with potential SCP-4858-A manifestations. All intruders and SCP-4858-A instances are to be detained, ideally before they are able to react and activate a suicide device.
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Description: SCP-4858 is a ruined shrine in Kidal Region, Mali. It is of unknown construction and design, and is believed to have been built in the 4th millenium BCE, apparently for the worship of an unknown deity named Sap'e'ha.
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Around the base of the shrine, inscriptions can be found written in English, French, Tuareg, Literary Arabic and an unknown dialect of Aramaic. These inscriptions have been variously dated to between the 4th millenium BCE and the 1st century CE. Several bricks found in the vicinity of SCP-4858 have been dated to the 9th millenium BCE, thousands of years before the technology which would have allowed their construction was available.
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At entirely random moments, a single humanoid figure (hereafter referred to as an SCP-4858-A instance) will appear to manifest inside SCP-4858. SCP-4858-A instances typically expire shortly after arrival, due to severe burn wounds; of the 4% who do not, all have committed suicide shortly after being taken into Foundation custody through cyanide pills hidden in the mouth. Multiple SCP-4858-A instances often appear in short succession; genetic testing has revealed that these clusters ordinarily form family groups.
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In cases where burn wounds occur, any clothing and items the SCP-4858-A manifestation has on its person will ordinarily be destroyed, although there are a small number of cases where objects have survived. The causes of this are unknown. SCP-4858-A manifestations frequently manifest while holding print books or manuscripts, although these have never survived intact.
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On several occasions, individuals have been observed approaching and observing SCP-4858; they often appear to be in a state of extreme distress. Attempts to capture these humanoids ordinarily fail; only 4 have ever been apprehended, and have all committed suicide by the same method as the SCP-4858-A instances.
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SCP-4858 was first discovered by the Foundation on 10/12/1972, following reports of "people emerging from the desert" in nearby villages. SCP-4858-A manifestations notably dropped in frequency following Foundation containment, with the 1515 manifestations reported in 1973 falling to just 13 by 1976 and only 5 since 2010.
Inscription 1: Dated to c. 400 BCE. Written in English.
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Praise to the Sap'e'ha! The walls may crumble, but through the dark, it has led us into light! The books may burn, but it has led us to our salvation!
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Long life to the Sap'e'ha! We cannot go back, but through their outstretched palm, they have led us to a new home!
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Glory to the Sap'e'ha! All is imprisoned, but here, we can enjoy our sorrows with wine and song!
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Inscription 2: Dated to c. 1200 BCE. Written in an unknown dialect of Aramaic.
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My dearest Cephus,
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If you are reading this, you have passed through the tunnels and made it out alive. I do not know where I shall find you, but if you have followed the instructions correctly, then I will see you before long. I cannot wait, my love. We shall journey by horse and camel until we find the fabled Babylon itself!
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If you made a mistake, or something went wrong, then I beg of you - lead a good life. Whenever you are, be happy. Find some city on a hill, or overlooking an azure bay, where the sun shines bright upon the water. Find another man to love. And beware Their eyes, for They are everywhere.
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Damos.
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Inscription 3: Dated to c. 1800 BCE. Written in Old French in the Tifinagh script.
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To whoever reads this: check the dial on number 64. People are going missing, or ending up after the cutoff point of 1972. At least 40 have gone so far.
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If you can get a message to any of the Sap'e'ha's remaining members on the other side, tell them that they must fix this, and quickly. It'll only be a matter of hours back there before the Tunnels are broken into.
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Inscription 4: Dated to c. 30 CE. Written in Modern Standard Arabic.
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There used to be sand here, and a temple to Ba'al, until we started showing up. All those worshippers, constructing something so far from home, and we've gone and stitched it out of time. I feel bad about that. It's not right, really - but at least They are not here. At least we can have lives here.
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I'm going to Carthage. I think this is during Roman times. Fatima, Henry, come and meet me if you read this. It is night and it is so silent. I've never heard anything so empty. It's dark, but the dark of the sky, not the dark of the cage.
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Inscription 5: Dated to c. 3800 BCE. Written in English.
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This stone is dedicated to Gengar, a noble friend, from Horatio. May she rest in peace.
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I will never forget the sight of the books burning. The Sap'e'ha have done good work today. I hope they do not find these passages - the records say that only one got through, and many years from now, so I think we will be alright.
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The records burnt on the way through, so we have nothing left. We will live and die as if we never were, in a thousand thousand scattered places. But it was worth it. Life was worth it.
Description: Headscarf, partially intact. Found on a female in their mid-30s who manifested on 20/06/1994.
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Notes: Headscarf made from natural dyes and fabrics only. Several pieces of smashed silicon were found wrapped inside.
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Description: Photograph of a woman in a Pan American Airlines flight attendant uniform in the mid-1970s. Found on a female in their mid-20s who manifested 19/09/1980.
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Notes: Written on the back are the words "Aunt Aada - look up!" in Finnish. An individual with an identical appearance to the woman named Aada Korhonen was found burnt to death in her apartment in New York on 25/01/1971.
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Item 4858-3.
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Item: 4858-3.
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Description: Photograph of an urban settlement, believed to be the Finnish town of Puotinharju as it appeared in the 1970s. Found on a female in their mid-20s who manifested 19/09/1980.
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Notes: Written on the back are the words "old homestead pre-cleansed - late 20th/early 21st?" in Finnish.
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Item: 4858-4.
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Description: Statuette in the shape of a serpent entwined around a human hand. Found on a female in their early 20s who manifested 01/03/1985.
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Notes: Created from an unknown compound derived from undetermined plant matter. Written on the base is the word "Sap'e'ha".
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Item: 4858-5.
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Description: Page from a series of printed instructions for unknown machinery. Found on a male in their mid-20s who manifested on 19/12/1989.
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Transcript: Turn in a circle until you hear 3 clicks. It is important that you only turn 95 or less, as turning numbers above this will result in an unsafe landing. Note that there is no guarantee in a safe landing despite this.
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Upon the beginning of the transfer, you should see multiple forks of green fire. It is vital that you enter this fire; it is the only way to prevent severe burning. See Gengar (2099) for further details; can be found in the "Molotov Argenthought" section.
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Upon landing, check to see if the temple is in a ruined or non-ruined state. If it is in a ruined state, then [illegible due to fire damage]
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REMEMBER: The Other Ways should only be used as a last resort. There are more reliable routes of egress.
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Item: 4858-6.
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Description: Written note. Found on a male in their mid-teens who manifested on 29/12/2004.
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Transcript: set 31, 31, twist 95 in a circle until clicks 3 times
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tunnel 83
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outpoint: hands temple, must be before 1972 (check precision on controls!!)
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they are so many, i didnt realise before, they came down the mountain and theirs nowhere left to run just the black the inky black
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the ports sent us back, they won't let us live and they call it "[incomprehensible]"
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mary and martha i'm sorry
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i go to the rock to hide my face
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Item: 4858-7.
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Description: Small badge containing the Foundation logo. Found on a technologically augmented male in their early 40s who manifested on 08/11/2019.
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Notes: Item bears the large text "SCP Federation" above smaller text reading "One Containment. One Consensus. One Nation."
The following file is Level 3/4944 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
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3/4944 LEVEL 3/4944
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Item #: SCP-4944
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SCP-4944 prior to containment.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4944 has been stored in an open containment cell1 large enough to accommodate SCP-4944. Caffeinated fluid is to be brought to SCP-4944 every two days unless a test is being conducted, which must be approved by personnel with clearance level 4 or higher. Drains are to be installed in the ground of Site-876-C in case of a failure to bring caffeine. Drains are only to be blocked if a test if being conducted.
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Description: SCP-4944 is the designation given to two perspectives of the same object, SCP-4944-A, the appearance of a coffee machine, and SCP-4944-B, the actual physical body of SCP-4944. SCP-4944-B resembles a 100 meter long cargo vessel. Although the name cannot be deciphered, the architecture of the hull and stern of the ship can imply that the intended use of SCP-4944-B was to import exotic goods2 from Brazil to North America. When viewed directly3, SCP-4944-A has the appearance of a standard Keurig brand coffee machine, circa 2012-2016. Although bearing the appearance of a Keurig brand coffee machine, 3-dimensional digital mapping reveals the actual shape of SCP-4944 as SCP-4944-B. Although seemingly transparent, SCP-4944-B still exists physically, creating the illusion that an invisible border exists around SCP-4944-A.
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A 3-dimensional digital map of SCP-4944's physical body outlined in red. Note that SCP-4944-A is not visible in the image.
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If any form of caffeine enters within 10 meters of SCP-4944-B, the fog horns installed in SCP-4944-B will activate, and will only cease if the caffeine is laid in front of SCP-4944-B. Although the noise exceeds 100-135 decibels,4 personnel who are exposed to the sound report not hearing anything out of the ordinary while listening. Unedited audio of the noise produced by SCP-4944-B follows.
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Note: 97.7% of subjects report hearing an absence of noise during the following file.
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When presented with any form of caffeine in a liquid state, the liquid will begin to evaporate at an accelerated speed, especially if the substance contains traces of coffee beans. If not given caffeine within ~2 days, SCP-4944-A will begin to excrete a brown, viscous fluid similar to that of syrup from its base. This process will proceed until presented with caffeine. At this time SCP-4944 will begin to absorb the fluid back into SCP-4944-A's water chamber,5 even if the amount of fluid exuded from SCP-4944 is beyond the holding capacity of the chamber. The substance produced by SCP-4944 does not have any hazardous effects, but is extremely viscid. The fluid has high levels of glucose and gelatin, causing the fluid to be highly sweet when tasted.
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Once SCP-4944 has ingested caffeinated fluid, SCP-4944 will again blow its built in fog horn,6 which when viewed in a virtual oscilloscope7, variations of "I'm done," "coffe [sic]," or "More pls [sic]" are seen. SCP-4944 also uses an abundance of emoticons8 using the standard "qwerty" keyboard. If asked a question, SCP-4944 will comply and exude a noise that when processed, will show words that vaguely answer the questions asked. This implies that SCP-4944 has some level of sapience.
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An interview was scheduled with SCP-4944.
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"What are you?"
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"Don't care, need bean."
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"Why do you enjoy caffeine?"
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"I have the addiction to coffe :(" [sic]
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"What is the fluid you excrete when not supplied with caffeine?"
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"Coffe. drinky drinky." [sic]
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"What were you used for?"
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"COFFE" [sic]
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"Why do you bear the appearance of a coffee machine?"
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After several more questions, it has been determined that SCP-4944 was once a cargo ship used for importing coffee beans from Brazil to North America. SCP-4944 claims to have an addiction to caffeine and coffee, likely from the abundance of coffee bean and other exotic goods shipments made with SCP-4944-B. For more information on SCP-4944's sapience, see Document-944G.
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Several tests have been conducted on SCP-4944 for further research into what SCP-4944 consumes and the limits of such.
Results: SCP-4944 "drinks" the coffee within 5 hours.
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Experiment-493
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Status: Approved.
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Results: Drink is absorbed within 2 hours. SCP-4944 emits the words "Oh heckle yeah I like that stuff… More pls." [sic]
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Experiment-494
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Status: Denied.
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Reason: SCP-4944 only ingests caffeine in the liquid form.
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Experiment-496
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Status: Approved
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Results: SCP-4944 ingests the fluid within 3 hours. SCP-4944 emits "haha this is a strange coffe thank very much sir :)" [sic]
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Experiment-497
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Status: Approved.
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Results: SCP-4944 ingests within 30 minutes. SCP-4944 emits "delicos coffe" [sic] with no side-effects.
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Experiment-498
+Request:SCP-3238 with fire symbol.
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Status: Approved
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Results: SCP-4944 ingests the drink within 2 hours. SCP-4944 emits "ow!!! owie!!! haha! just kidding, I canot feel pain as I am a cargo ship." [sic] SCP-4944 does not show any side-effects.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5021 is to be kept in a standard containment locker, accessible to researchers with level 3 clearance at request. SCP-5021-1 instances are to be supervised for no less than four hours. As a result of the events described in Incident Report 5021.2, SCP-5021-2 is considered to be neutralized. Containment is no longer necessary.
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Description: SCP-5021 is a chewing gum product named "Long Arm Stretch". Each package bears no images or text save for the product name, and contains eight sticks of gum. The Foundation is currently in possession of 43 packs of SCP-5021.
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When SCP-5021 is chewed for approximately 30 seconds, the individual (designated SCP-5021-1) is capable of extending their arm at exponential speeds by vocalizing the product's name. This effect can be activated within four hours of first chewing the gum. The affected arm is capable of breaking through walls and other barriers if allowed to build enough speed, though this is difficult to achieve outside of a test environment.
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The affected arm will travel in the direction the subject's wrist is pointing when the activating phrase is spoken, stopping when it reaches a surface that cannot be penetrated or otherwise destroyed. If the subject's arm is not held straight prior to vocalization (e.g. subject's wrist or elbow is bent.) it will forcibly straighten before extending. SCP-5021-1 instances cannot change the direction of their arm during this time. The subject will then 'reel in' to the point the affected limb has reached.
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SCP-5021-1 instances experience no discomfort during this period, and are incapable of perceiving pain, though describe an 'exhilarating, whooshing sensation'.
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Recovery Log:
+SCP-5021 was recovered on 06/11/2018 after the Foundation intercepted online livestream footage of SCP-5021-2. Footage showed SCP-5021-2 2:37 AM in Mid Glamorgan, Wales, under the effects of SCP-5021, with the affected limb extending an unknown distance upwards. SCP-5021-2 is visibly distressed during this process, vocalising frantically and unable to move.
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Foundation operatives positioned nearby attempted to take SCP-5021-2 into custody, but were obstructed by SCP-5021-2's arm. Field Agent Jones made a decision to amputate the affected limb using an angle grinder from a nearby construction site, allowing SCP-5021-2 to move freely. Notably, once the arm had been severed, it continued to accelerate, reaching Mach 1 and creating a sonic boom several minutes after, travelling beyond the view of Foundation satellites.
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SCP-5021-2 cooperated with their relocation, and was reportedly grateful to Field Agent Jones for severing their limb. The amputation of the subject's arm was observed to heal at a rapidly accelerated rate during recovery.
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Eyewitnesses were taken in for routine interviews and amnestication, during which the vendor of SCP-5021 was discovered. All footage of the incident has been scrubbed from the internet, and a cover story about an ARG has been spread in relevant areas. The individual responsible for recording the livestream has yet to be located by Foundation personnel.
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The vendor of SCP-5021 claimed it came with their ordinary shipment, and that they hadn't considered them particularly noteworthy. Further investigation is ongoing.
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Interview Log 5021-2.1a
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Interviewed: SCP-5021-2
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Interviewer: Dr. Lennox
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Foreword: SCP-5021-2 has spent the night in Foundation custody and has responded positively to an interview request.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Lennox: Good morning SCP-5021-2. How are you feeling?
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SCP-5021-2: I've had better days, not going to lie. It's proper weird, this.
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Dr. Lennox: Yes, I can appreciate that. You've shown an admirable amount of patience, I'm sure you have a lot of questions.
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SCP-5021-2: I do yeah, but after talking to the lads who took me in yesterday I don't imagine I'll be getting many answers.
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Dr. Lennox: I'm afraid you're right. In fact, we have a few questions for you about SCP-5021.
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SCP-5021-2: Honestly, ask away. The sooner everything goes back to normal, the better.
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Dr. Lennox: How did you first come across SCP-5021?
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SCP-5021-2: Me and the boys were out on the piss, so I don't remember all of it properly.
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Dr. Lennox: Even a rough idea would help, don't worry.
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SCP-5021-2: Gazza starts shouting about needing to pick up cigars, cos he's switching from cigarettes, see. So we head down to Dai's shop; only place in walking distance that sells cigars-
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Dr. Lennox: And this is where you discover SCP-5021?
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SCP-5021-2: It is, yeah. I saw it on the shelf near the cash and it looked so sketchy I couldn't help myself. I says to Dai 'how much is this, boss?' he says 'two pounds' I says-
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Dr. Lennox: I get the picture, SCP-5021-2, thank you. Do you remember the events prior to…the incident?
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SCP-5021-2: One of the boys dared me to try this backyard, homemade gum and I'm absolutely steaming so I do it right away. It tastes alright, nothing to write home about, but I remember at some point in the evening Gazza is trying to steal the gum off me, and I'm holding it above my head, because he's only little, and I say 'you can't have my…'
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SCP-5021-2 trails off and sighs
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SCP-5021-2: Then I said the name on the packet, and here we are. I'd rather not say it again, just in case.
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Dr. Lennox: That's understandable. I just have one more question, if that's alright.
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SCP-5021-2 nods
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Dr. Lennox: Have you experienced any other ill effects since the separation of your arm?
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SCP-5021-2: Oh you're on about the phantom limb feelings, are you?
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Dr. Lennox: You're experiencing phantom limb sensations? Go on.
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SCP-5021-2: Yeah, it feels like it's stuck in a fist, and it's bloody freezing. Constantly freezing.
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Dr. Lennox: That will be all for today SCP-5021-2, you've been extremely helpful. We'll be in touch.
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SCP-5021-2: So when do you reckon I'm getting out, then? I've got tickets to see Cardiff City next week.
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Dr. Lennox: We'll keep you informed. Thank you, SCP-5021-2.
+<End Log>
I have compiled any notable observations from my sessions with SCP-5021-2 here.- Dr. Lennox.
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Date: 06/23/18
+Notes: Subject has noted that they are unable to grow facial hair. Though basic observation proves this to be true, medical analysis of SCP-5021-2 reveals no alteration, anomalous or otherwise, to subject's hair follicles.
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Date: 11/12/18
+Notes: After several weeks of requesting, I have informed SCP-5021-2, with Site Director approval, that the general population, their family included, believe SCP-5021-2 to be missing, presumed dead.
+Subject did not respond to any questions after hearing this. After 2 minutes subject indicates they anticipated this being the case, and that they'd like to be alone.
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Subject was unwilling to communicate for 5 weeks following this session - Dr. Lennox
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Date: ██/██/19
+Notes: SCP-5021-2 was heard shouting and complaining of pain in their arm. After the apparent pain had subsided SCP-5021-2 described the sensation as "an intense burning, like someone was holding his arm in a pizza oven."
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Foundation deep space satellites observed an unpredicted supernova along the trajectory path of SCP-5021-2's anomalous limb on ██/██/██ in the [REDACTED] galaxy. Credible cover story has been planted in civilian scientific journals successfully.
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While there is no guarantee this cosmic event is the result of SCP-5021-2, it is considered likely. The distance of the event from Earth and the date the Foundation recovered SCP-5021-2 would suggest the subject's arm has been traveling faster than light for at least ███ months. - Dr. Rhys
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Date: 11/05/28
+Notes: SCP-5021-2 vocalizes a concern that many staff on site have: SCP-5021-2 has not visibly aged during its stay with the Foundation. SCP-5021-2's hair, toenails and fingernails do not grow or decay. It appears their body is a 'stasis' of sorts. It can be assumed that any individual that experiences an incident similar to SCP-5021-2's can expect to experience similar effects.
+SCP-5021-2 expresses concern that although it has spent several years with the Foundation, it feels as though it is no closer to release.
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Date: ██/██/██
+Notes: Today was the last meeting I had with SCP-5021-2. I honestly thought he'd be here the day I retired.
+See Interview Log 5021-2.42p.
Foreword: SCP-5021-2 has requested an interview earlier than the scheduled session.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Lennox: How are you feeling, SCP-5021-2?
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SCP-5021-2: Same as usual, I suppose. I'm miserable in here, I read the paper and everything is miserable. I sit here and watch everyone age around me. Days feel like they're going in fast motion, but at least I still have my good looks.
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Dr. Lennox: Your sense of humour, too.
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SCP-5021-2: You've got to use what you can to cope with being doomed.
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Dr. Lennox: How do you figure you're doomed? Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?
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SCP-5021-2 sighs
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SCP-5021-2: Do you fancy listening to a story about my nan?
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Dr. Lennox: Of course, I'm a big fan.
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SCP-5021-2: See, I knew you'd think she was a legend. Now, as you know, she works with old people, or, worked with them before retiring, herself. There was this old boy, Arthur, and he'd seen it all, right? He was in both the wars, he's been knocking around forever, old Arthur, right?
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Dr. Lennox: Right.
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SCP-5021-2: Now, one day Arthur decides he's had a gut's full of life; he can't walk to the bookies because his hips gave out, and he went and outlived both his kids, and his wife, so he doesn't even have anybody to complain to about it. So he gets the injection.
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Dr. Lennox: He opted for euthanasia?
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SCP-5021-2: He did, but here's the thing, see: I thought when you get the injection that that's it, job done, stick him with a needle and off to sleep, but no. It takes about ten days. Ten days of just wandering around waiting to die. My nan said it was like feeding a corpse. I'm not too different from Arthur, see, Just different medicine. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but it's not going to be nice, is it?
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Dr. Lennox: I understand your fear, SCP-5021-2. To be frank, your case is somewhat unique. You bringing up euthanasia worries me, though. Is it something you've considered?
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SCP-5021-2: Not really, like. I've been thinking about the comparison a lot, is all.
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Dr. Lennox: Well that's hardly encouraging. We can schedule extra sessions and try a broader variety of recreational activities going forward, if you'd like?
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SCP-5021-2 rubs his stump and sighs
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SCP-5021-2: I don't think it's going to matter soon.
+Dr. Lennox glances at a notification on her phone
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Dr. Lennox: I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut today's meeting short, SCP-5021-2. We'll pick this up in a few hours.
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SCP-5021-2: Alright, I can't imagine I'd be doing anything else.
On ██/██/42 at 12:42 SCP-5021-2 breached containment while sitting in the site cafeteria. Subject accelerated at speeds far surpassing the speed of light at an angle of 9° from the ground. Subject reportedly did not move from seated position during this incident.
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The incident left several holes in SCP-5021-2's wake, caused a sonic boom in the site cafeteria, and, most grievously, the object's Faster Than Light properties created a ██m localized temporal distortion field within Site-288's cafeteria. Enough structural damage occured that a complete reconstruction of the site was necessary.
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It's terrible what happened, yes, but I can't stop thinking about the scenario if it had happened a few hours later, or a few hours sooner, and the Earth wasn't in such a fortuitous position. -Dr. Rhys
This document has been flagged for possible methodological issues. Please be aware that the following information is subject to change and may contain inaccuracies.
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Item #: SCP-5031
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5031 is to be contained in an airtight iron cell in Bio-Site 59. The structure must be inspected for imperfections on a bi-weekly basis. No other interaction necessary.
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Description: SCP-5031 is a non-sapient quasi-humanoid creature of unknown origin. When directly observed, SCP-5031 will temporarily cease to exist until the viewer stops observing the space that SCP-5031 formerly occupied. Traces of its existence (e.g. scratch marks, blood trails) continue to exist when SCP-5031 does not. Video and photography devices do not capture SCP-5031's appearance; however, observing SCP-5031's shadow does not cause cessation of existence, allowing certain physiological traits to be inferred from its silhouette:
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Abnormally small head with no discernible neck
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Elbows branch into three sets of lower arms each
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Elongated torso approximately 1.9 meters in length1
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Pelvis terminates in a crescent-shaped protrusion of osseous tissue with a bladelike lower edge
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Levitates above the ground at a fixed height of 0.5 meters
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While SCP-5031 has no nutritional needs, it will nevertheless hunt and consume any human or animal it encounters by using its pendulous lower body to down targets. SCP-5031 does not sleep and is incapable of expression or verbal communication.
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Addendum: As of 14/02/2018, Senior Researcher Stanley Huxtable is now acting in the role of HMCL Supervisor for SCP-5031. The following is a selection of relevant correspondences from SR Huxtable to Site Director Youssef Mostofi elucidating research progress.
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14/02/2018
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INITIAL IMPRESSIONS
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I have no idea who wrote this, but there's a lot I'd like to say to them. I'm not a fan of abandoning a living creature inside a metal box for ten years, no matter how pragmatic it may be.
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It's difficult to fathom that such things were considered the norm a decade ago. Have you ever heard something scream from behind ten inches of iron for hours on end? When I do my redraft, remind me to add "anomalous resistance to hoarseness" somewhere in the description.
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Could you work your magic and get the boys to retrofit the "containment cube" with an aperture and security vestibule? I'd like to run some tests that require exposing SCP-5031 to certain stimuli.
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08/03/2018
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ROUND 1 TESTS (SOUND) - SUMMARY
+Foreword: Installed speakers in the containment vestibule and played various albums of natural ambiance and popular music. SCP-5031's propensity for screaming worked as a convenient way to measure its stress levels: 100% would be considered its typical screaming (volume and duration) over 48 hours and 0% would be no screaming at all.
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Selection
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Stress Level
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Morning Forest Ambiance
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43%
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Seaside Paradise Ambiance
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48%
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Deep Grotto Ambiance
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62%
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The Best of Mozart
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13%
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The Best of Enya
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18%
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The Best of Ben Folds
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6%
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The Best of Jethro Tull
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59%
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The Best of KISS
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23%
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+Afterword: Efficacy of music for stress reduction gradually decreases over time. I've assembled a playlist of SCP-5031's favorite music to play on shuffle in its enclosure in perpetuity. Stress levels consistently remain in the 15%-25% range. Baseline adjusted accordingly.
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22/03/2018
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ROUND 2 TESTS (PLAY) - SUMMARY
+Foreword: Additional retrofitting was made to the containment chamber to facilitate observation, namely the integration of reinforced viewing windows arranged behind a scrim, onto which shadows may be projected by use of lamps placed along the opposite wall.
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Test
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Result
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Tossed softball into enclosure.
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SCP-5031 sliced the ball in two.
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Tossed basketball into enclosure.
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SCP-5031 sliced the ball open.
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Rolled bowling ball into enclosure.
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SCP-5031 scratched a couple of grooves into the ball, then rolled the ball around the enclosure with the blunt side of its tail for 20 minutes. Stress levels remained <60% after play.
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Bowling ball chipped to the extent that it would no longer roll properly. (Unplanned.)
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Stress levels increased to ~115%.
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Replacement bowling ball provided.
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Stress levels fell back to ~40%.
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Rolled additional bowling ball into enclosure.
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SCP-5031 used the blunt side of its tail to hit the two balls together for a while. Stress levels remained <40% after play.
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Tossed basketball into enclosure.
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SCP-5031 picked up and played with ball. Stress levels remained <20% after play.
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+Afterword: SCP-5031 appears to have learned to use its hands to play with the basketball in order to avoid accidentally damaging it. Motor skill comparable to that of a toddler. SCP-5031 still prefers bowling ball for "kicking".
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05/04/2018
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ROUND 3 TESTS (FOOD) - SUMMARY
+Foreword: SCP-5031 was given the choice between two potential food sources placed at opposite ends of the enclosure.
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Choices
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Selection
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Human corpse / Pig carcass
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Pig carcass
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Pig carcass / Chicken carcass
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Pig carcass
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Pig carcass / Rotisserie chicken
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Rotisserie chicken
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Chicken carcass / Rotisserie chicken
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Rotisserie chicken
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Live chicken / Rotisserie chicken
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Rotisserie chicken
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Roasted turkey / Rotisserie chicken
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Neither (presumed sated)
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+Afterword: While it's true that SCP-5031 doesn't necessarily need to eat, feeding it regularly has caused a marked decrease in average stress levels. Stress reduction seems to scale proportionally with the quality of food provided.
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Also of note is that SCP-5031 prefers to use its tail to pry and cut meat into bite-sized portions, rather than rip the meat into chunks with its teeth or hands.
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12/04/2018
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ROUND 4 TESTS (COEXISTENCE) - SUMMARY
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Test 1: SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (common chicken) introduced to enclosure.
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Result: SCP-5031 observed subject from a distance for several minutes and then rolled a bowling ball toward subject at high speed. Subject was killed instantly. SCP-5031's stress levels rose immediately and drastically.
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+Test 2: Bowling balls removed from enclosure. SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (common chicken) introduced to enclosure.
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Result: SCP-5031 gently rolled a basketball toward subject. Ball hit subject lightly. Subject responded with a small cry and moved away. SCP-5031 did not engage with subject any further.
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+Test 3: SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (Class-D) blindfolded, introduced to enclosure, and instructed to sit and roll basketball forward, then wait until it came back and roll it away again.
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Result: Subject and SCP-5031 successfully rolled the ball back and forth for several minutes. SCP-5031 eventually abandoned the activity and approached subject. Per safety protocol, subject removed their blindfold to terminate the activity.
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+Test 4: SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (Class-D) introduced to the enclosure and instructed to toss a tennis ball at the wall, let it ricochet behind them, then catch and repeat.
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Result: SCP-5031 stood behind subject and successfully engaged in game of catch, mimicking subject's action of letting ball ricochet against the wall.
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+Afterword: SCP-5031's motor skills appear to be rapidly improving.
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16/05/2018
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ROUND 5 TESTS (SYMBOLS) - SUMMARY
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Foreword: Five LCD displays were fitted into the wall of SCP-5031's enclosure, each with a lit button and a food dispenser underneath.
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+Test 1: Two stations activated. Screen 1 displayed the image of a rock. Its button dispensed rocks. Screen 2 displayed the image of a rotisserie chicken. Its button dispensed pieces of chicken.
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Result: SCP-5031 poked at the image of a chicken for a few minutes and eventually hit the button. Chicken was dispensed until SCP-5031 was satisfied.
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+Test 2: Screen displays and the materials dispensed were swapped.
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Result: SCP-5031 hit the button it had hit the previous day and received a rock. It then went to the other screen and hit the button to dispense chicken.
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+Test 3: Screen displays and materials dispensed were swapped back to their original positions and set to swap again at random intervals after first distribution.
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Result: SCP-5031 went directly to the button next to the image of a chicken. Experienced apparent confusion after the first mid-distribution swap, but quickly learned to watch the images.
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+Test 4: Three more stations (screens, buttons, dispensers) were activated. Four stations displayed the word "ROCK" and dispensed rocks. One station displayed the word "CHICKEN" and dispensed chicken. Arrangement set to change randomly several times over the following days.
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Result: Through trial and error, SCP-5031 determined which station dispensed chicken. SCP-5031 subsequently went to the station marked "CHICKEN" whenever displays were swapped.
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+Test 5: All stations deactivated except one. Screen displayed the word "CHICKEN". Seven wood blocks were set in front of the station, each marked with one of the letters in the word "CHICKEN". The station's button was set to remain unlit and inactive until the blocks were arranged in the correct order.
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Result: SCP-5031 expressed apparent frustration, hitting the inactive button repeatedly and striking the wall with its tail.
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+Test 6: Same as previous test, but screen displayed the word "CHICKEN" with each letter overlaid on a photo of a wood block.
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Result: After 12 minutes, SCP-5031 successfully assembled the word "CHICKEN".
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+Afterword: It can learn language, Youssef.
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29/08/2018
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ROUND 6 TESTS (VOCABULARY) - RESULTS
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Foreword: SCP-5031 has learned to use letter blocks to form the following words:
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+Afterword: Through its increased vocabulary and human interaction, SCP-5031 has made the following progress:
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Established food preferences and dish pairings
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Learned to sing (nonverbally)
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Learned to juggle (six-handed juggling is something to behold)
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05/10/2018
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ROUND 7 TESTS (ACTIVITIES) - SUMMARY
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Test 1: Introduced table, paper, and crayons into the enclosure. Live subject (D-52125) instructed to demonstrate drawing for SCP-5031.
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Result: SCP-5031 learned to draw. Discernible subjects depicted in its artworks include D-52125, SCP-5031, a rotisserie chicken, a cat, and myself.
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+Test 2: Introduced piano into the enclosure. Live subject (D-52125) instructed to play Chopsticks blindfolded and invite SCP-5031 to play along. Subject had time to practice beforehand.
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Result: SCP-5031 learned Chopsticks in two days, though it appeared more interested in making its own original music (complete with vocals). These compositions might be considered crude by human standards.
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+Test 3: Introduced spice rack into the enclosure. Live subject (D-52125) instructed to demonstrate seasoning meats.
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Result: SCP-5031 spent almost three straight days experimenting with different combinations of foods and spices. SCP-5031 assembled the words "MORE MORE MORE" with its letter blocks after running out of garlic powder.
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+Afterword: SCP-5031 only engages with art and music when accompanied by D-52125, but it continues to be preoccupied with food preparation even when alone.
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04/01/2019
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ROUND 8 TESTS (COOKING) - RESULTS
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Foreword: Basic kitchen utilities installed in enclosure.3 Live subject (D-52125) instructed to demonstrate preparation of various recipes.
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Recipes Learned
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Quesadilla
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Taco
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Hamburger
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Fried Rice
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Mongolian Beef
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Spicy Chicken Curry
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Chocolate Chip
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Sponge Cake with
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Fudge
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Clam Chowder
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Steak
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Macaroons
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Chicken Adobo
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Smoked Salmon
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Profiteroles
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+Afterword: SCP-5031 has a severe peanut allergy. This should be included in the revised containment procedures. I would also like to note that SCP-5031 is now a better chef than the average human, and it has begun to create its own recipes. D-52125 has volunteered to taste test.
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30/06/2019
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UPDATE
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SCP-5031 has said its first word: "Salt".
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We are all immensely proud.
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29/11/2019
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FINAL TEST - SUMMARY
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SCP-5031 was given two months to develop a three-course meal to serve at the Bio-Site 59 cafeteria for personnel working over Thanksgiving. Its selections were as follows:
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First Course
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Sweet potato-turmeric miso soup.
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Second Course
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Duck confit with apple cider glaze and cranberry compote topping, paired with butternut squash gnocchi on a bed of kale seasoned with truffle salt.
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Third Course
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A slice of spiced cassava pie topped with french vanilla ice cream and a maple-hazelnut syrup.
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+SCP-5031 also debuted its original composition Piano Sonata For Six Hands in a live performance broadcast from its enclosure. Personnel response was overwhelmingly positive. SCP-5031 stress levels at 0%. Testing successfully concluded. Revised documentation submitted for approval.
SCP-5059 is stored in a standard high value anomalous item locker in the Safe Objects wing of Site-17, Sublevel 2, locker 09932.
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Instances of SCP-5059-1 must be contained under HCP1 1 through 3, depending on the properties of the instance's altered vehicular state, until their expiration. No more than 10 instances of SCP-5059-1 may be retained for study at this time.
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Testing with SCP-5059 can only be approved by the item's HMCL Supervisor (Currently Dr. Albert Frampton).
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Description:
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SCP-5059 is a VHS video tape containing the 1986 animated film Transformers: The Movie. The cassette shows no special resistance to damage or age related wear. Tape spools contained therein have proven to be portable to other cassette cases when its current housing breaks while retaining anomalous properties. Direct copies of SCP-5059 retain the item's anomalous properties, but have been destroyed subsequent to verification. D-Class asset review of the content of SCP-5059 does not reveal any deviation from the original cinematic release of Transformers: The Movie according to the best of their memory, and machine analysis of the contents of each tape reveals their content to be identical.
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The anomalous properties of SCP-5059 only manifest after a complete viewing of the film2. After its completion, subjects report an anomalous desire to emulate the characters depicted in the film. Within the first hour after viewing SCP-5059, the subject (now designated SCP-5059-1) will spontaneously reorganize their biology into the form of a functional scale model vehicle.
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Instances of SCP-5059-1 do not create additional matter, or change the chemical composition of their flesh during a "Roll-Out event". The color, texture, and durability of SCP-5059-1's tissues also remains the same. SCP-5059-1 instances universally describe the process as incredibly painful, with many transformations requiring the breaking and reshaping of bones, tearing and reforming of ligaments, and complete reconfiguration of organ systems, as well as many forms of rapid tissue growth as in the case of windows and signal lights. This discomfort subsides immediately upon the event's completion, and may be initiated again, at will, at any time. Removal of clothing prior to initiation has proven to drastically reduce this discomfort.
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For more details, please see Experiment Log TF-5059-01 through -05.
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Experimentation Logs:
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TF-5059-01
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+Subject: SCP-5059-1a (Charlie Bookbinder, m, age 17)
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Summary: Instance discovered outside containment in February 2017. No change in mass. Subject's eyes translocated, duplicated, and became capable of bioluminescence to serve as headlights. Braincase was relocated into the lower front chassis. Heart and digestive system rearranged to serve as engine and fuel system respectively. Heart and lungs accessible under "hood" constructed of skin and upper ribcage. Tires composed primarily of highly keratinized skin. Power windows and windscreen composed of translucent keratin material similar in composition to finger/toenails. Interior consists of mucus membrane tissue. Maximum dynamometer rating of 192 bhp at wheels.
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Current Status: SCP-5059-1a attempted to breach containment prior to planned exploratory surgery on its vehicular form. Instance accelerated down Site-17 medical wing hallway reaching a top speed of approx 80 km/h. Failed to slow in time for 90 degree turn and collided with a concrete block wall. Braincase destroyed. Cardiopulmonary system destroyed. Instance expired within 2 minutes of impact.
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+Subject: SCP-5059-1b (D-8229, f, age 40)
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Vehicular form: Late model Cessna 178 Skyhawk; Scale 1:3
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Summary: Similar interior and windscreen materials to previous tests. Wings appear to have been derived from translocated ribs and chest muscles. Elevators derived from scapular bones. Propeller blades are covered with enamel, suggesting that they are modified Incisors. Mobile control surfaces of the aircraft constructed of cartilage. Eyes emerged within cockpit seat, allowing SCP-5059-1b to have a pilot's eye view while transformed. Instance is capable of powered flight. Top Speed, 100 knts.
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Current Status: During powered flight testing at a Foundation airfield in Nevada, SCP-5059-1b experienced heat exhaustion brought on by overexertion of her cardiopulmonary system necessary to keep her in flight. Instance appears to have lost consciousness at an altitude of 400m. Consciousness was regained at approximately 50m altitude, resulting in rapid corrective action. Landing gear and ventral fuselage damaged, but instance survived. Subsequent reconfiguration from vehicle to human mode reveals severe fracturing of tibia and fibula, and multiple lacerations to lower abdominal region. Instance remanded to containment under HCP-2 following recovery. No further testing is authorized on this instance.
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TF-5059-03
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+Subject: SCP-5059-1c (D-8238, m, age 25)
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Vehicular form: M4 Sherman Tank; Scale 1:10
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Summary: Subject has a history of masochism and was willing to initiate "Roll Out" events with much greater frequency than past instances. Main cannon derived from elongation and expansion of the T-4 Vertebral section. Treads derived from multiplied and altered rib cage, stretched over wheel muscles which move the treads via peristalsis. Turret is fully functional, constructed primarily of cranial bones and still housing the brain and eyes. Instance is capable of pulling a fully loaded railroad freight car when properly harnessed.
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Current Status: During testing of SCP-5059-1c's testing in the Site-17 armory, the instance was instructed to fire its cannon, to which it readily complied. SCP-5059-1c's heart was ejected from the main cannon at a rate of 257 m/s. Instance expired of exsanguination within 90 seconds.
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TF-5059-04
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+Subject: SCP-5059-1d (Junior Researcher Marco del Gutierrez, m, 29)
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Vehicular form: 1970 Volkswagen Beetle, Scale 1:3
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Summary: Accidental exposure due to copy-testing by the AV department. JR Gutierrez was not informed of the anomalous properties of SCP-5059, and observed the copy process personally to guarantee the fidelity of the recording. SCP-5059 has since been flagged as cognitohazardous material to prevent future accidents of this nature. As in previous test, eyes have enlarged and taken on bioluminescence. Cranial cavity has expanded to make room for the forward cargo compartment, and all cardiopulmonary functions are translocated to the rear abdominal cavity. SCP-5059-1d is capable of 50 bhp at the wheels. Otherwise similar to SCP-5059-1a in composition.
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Current Status: SCP-5059-1d remains in indefinite containment under HCP-1. Exploratory surgery is not authorized for this instance. SCP-5059-1d has expressed satisfaction with current vehicular form and has not attempted to return to its original humanoid body plan, citing personal preference. Instance retains Level 1 Clearance and is authorized to assist in janitorial and administrative tasks.
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TF-5059-05
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+Subject: SCP-5059-1e (D-8302, nb, 20)
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Vehicular form: Saturn V lift vehicle; Scale 1:61
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Summary: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Current Status: Remains impacted in the northern face of Mt. Marion, Luna.
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HMCL Note: No, I will not describe how to reconfigure human biology into a viable rocket fuel and lift vehicle. Sarkics with jetpacks are the absolute last thing that we need.
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Special Containment Procedures: A single instance of SCP-5126 is to be stored on a secure Foundation server. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for instances of SCP-5126. Any SCP-5126 instances are to be removed and exposed persons monitored until the anomalous effects have ended.
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Affected persons are not to be interacted with until the cessation of anomalous effects. The object lost during the event is to be replaced. If no convincing replacement can be acquired, the subject is to be amnesticized.
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Description: SCP-5126 refers to a cognitohazardous digital image. Any individual who views the image will be subject to its effects.
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The effects of SCP-5126 manifest the next time an exposed individual falls asleep. The affected individual will seek out and consume a pillow, cushion, mattress, or plush toy. The subject's body will stretch to allow the swallowed object to fit. Subjects cannot typically be awakened during this process—forcing a subject to wake using chemical stimulants will end the anomalous effects, typically causing their body to burst.
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Once the swallowed object is fully contained in the subject's stomach, it will vanish. The subject's body will then return to its normal shape. No lasting effects on subjects have been observed. Subjects are typically unaware of what has happened aside from noticing the missing object.
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Addendum 5126.1: Discovery A single SCP-5126 image was uploaded to the Subreddit DeepFriedMemes on 12/3/2020. Due to the delayed effects and visual similarity to other posts on the Subreddit, Foundation webcrawlers failed to flag the image as anomalous.
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Following the event, an estimated 7000 people were subject to SCP-5126's effects. Account and IP data from the post were used to locate and amnesticize affected persons. Replacements were provided for objects lost to the event.
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Addendum 5126.2: Exploration An experiment was conducted to discover the destination of swallowed objects. D-46123 was exposed to SCP-5126. Tracking devices were placed inside all objects in his cell susceptible to the effect. D-46123's mattress was consumed and discovered to have been transported to a remote location in the state of Montana.
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Foundation satellites discovered a large structure composed of mattresses, cushions, and pillows (designated SCP-5126-1.) MTF-Sigma-16 "Slumber Party" was deployed to explore the structure.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[MTF-Sigma-16 approaches SCP-5126-1. It resembles a medieval castle. The exterior of the structure is largely comprised of mattresses and large cushions, with smaller cushions and pillows used to add details such as pillars and fortifications. The main entryway is a large gateway.]
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Sigma-1: Command, we have visual on the structure. As suspected, it's a gigantic pillow fort.
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Sigma-2: Jeez, this place would've been six-year-old me's dream. How is it even holding itself up?
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Sigma-3: How about we find out?
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[Sigma-3 kicks the bottom of a stack of pillows and plush toys resembling a statue. The stack collapses before reassembling itself.]
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Sigma-1: Structure is reconstructing itself anomalously.
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Sigma-3: We can see that.
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Command: Don't take any chances with the structural integrity of the main building. Proceed with caution.
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Sigma-1: Got it.
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[MTF-Sigma-16 enters the structure. The entrance is a large hallway leading to a branching path. A glowing plush toy hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the room. Lining the walls are stacks of pillows arranged in vaguely humanoid shapes.]
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Sigma-2: Should we take our shoes off?
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Sigma-3: I doubt this place will care about us tracking dirt. Just wipe them off here if you're so worried about it.
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[Sigma-2 wipes her shoes on a mattress near the entrance while Sigma-1 and 3 walk to the end of the hallway. When the two near the end of the hall, several of the humanoid pillow stacks animate and approach Sigma-1 and 3. Each entity wields a pillow as a weapon.]
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Sigma-3: Command, we've got hostile entities. It appears this place is guarded by pillow people.
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Sigma-1: Oh hell no.
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[An entity swings its pillow at Sigma-1. She ducks, draws her firearm, and shoots the entity in the head. A large plume of feathers are released, but the entity appears to be unaffected. Sigma-1 discharges several more shots and uses a taser, but the entity is unimpeded. Sigma-1 continues to evade attacks.]
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Sigma-1: Entities show extreme resistance to damage!
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Command: Sigma-16, fall back!
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Sigma-2: Hang on, I have an idea!
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[Sigma-2 pulls a pillow from the wall and sprints towards the entity attacking Sigma-1. She swings the pillow at the entity. Upon contact, the entity falls apart and collapses into a pile of inanimate pillows.]
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Sigma-1: Huh. Okay.
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[Sigma-1 and 3 both pick up pillows as several more entities approach.]
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Sigma-3: Eat shit plush people!
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Sigma-2: Oh my god this is great.
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Sigma-1: Stay focused! We don't know how strong their attacks are-
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[An entity hits Sigma-1 in the face with a pillow. Nothing happens. Sigma-1 pushes the pillow off her face and spits out lint.]
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Sigma-1: God dammit.
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[MTF-Sigma-16 neutralizes the remaining entities. The room is filled with feathers, synthetic beads, and scattered pillows.]
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Sigma-1: …Threat neutralized.
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Command: Understood. Proceed into the structure.
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[MTF-Sigma-16 enters the rightmost passageway. They pass through several hallways and intersections. An animated plush walrus is discovered, which Sigma-2 places in her backpack for future study. The MTF spends approximately one hour exploring the structure before reaching a large room.]
+[Inside the room is a male human (designated SCP-5126-A.) He sits atop a large stack of cushions. He is wearing a nightcap and pajama shirt, but no pants. He is consuming feathers from a pillow of an expensive brand. The empty cases of several similar pillows are on the floor nearby.]
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Sigma-1: Command, we've located a human. Middle age, no pants, reeks to high hell.
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Command: Understood. You may attempt an interview.
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SCP-5126-A: Oh! Someone has passed the maze! Greetings slumber buddies!
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Sigma-1: Hello. You're the person who made this place?
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SCP-5126-A: Indeed I am! Would any of you three care for a snack? [SCP-5126-A offers a pillow.]
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Sigma-1: Are those feathers edible?
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SCP-5126-A: Hmm. I'm not sure. They certainly taste delicious!
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Sigma-1: I think we'll pass, then. Can you tell us what this place is, exactly?
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SCP-5126-A: Well. I'm sure you've heard of a pillow fort, yes? But have you ever seen… a pillow castle?
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[SCP-5126-A stumbles forward and holds its arms out as if presenting the structure. A single mattress detaches from the ceiling and falls to the floor nearby.]
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SCP-5126-A: This is my kingdom! My masterpiece! Never before has a pillow fort stood so tall! Gaze upon it's majesty and weep, weep I say!
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Sigma-1: I would rather not. Why did you decide to build this place, exactly?
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SCP-5126-A: Ever since I was a little boy, I knew. I knew that there was something special about pillows. The taste. The smell. The texture. Absolutely perfect, absolutely divine. I asked myself: Why do we even bother with anything else? Why don't we just use pillows for everything? And this? This is my answer. My kingdom of plush. My kingdom of pillows!
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Sigma-3: [Laughs] Holy shit this guy is insane.
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Sigma-1: Don't be an ass to the skip three.
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Sigma-2: So what's with all the people eating their beds and teleporting them here?
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SCP-5126-A: Oh, yes, that. You see, mattresses are expensive! If I wanted to build a castle, I was going to need to outsource. So I figured, what better way than offering people a delicious meal in exchange for their beds? Spread the word of the pillow, and gather resources for my castle.
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Sigma-2: Makes sense to me.
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Sigma-1: No it does not!
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SCP-5126-A: Anyway. You all did a fantastic job getting here. How would you care for a pillow fight with the King of Cushion?
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[SCP-5126-A picks up a pillow and sprints towards the MTF. Sigma-1 tases SCP-5126-A. He vomits a large quantity of feathers and falls unconscious.]
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Sigma-1: We're done here.
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[END LOG]
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[Afterword: SCP-5126-A was taken into Foundation custody. It was found to have no anomalous digestive abilities and as such required a stomach pump. SCP-5126-1 collapsed after the removal of SCP-5126-A from the site and has shown no further anomalous properties. The structure's components were moved into storage.]
Special Containment Procedures: Procedure 5148-Alpha is to be observed when referring to the object class between Chokhmah and Binah for all anomalies registered in the Site-19 SCiPnet database. The object class may be spoken aloud, but not typed into the SCiPnet database to prevent the effects of SCP-5148 from manifesting.
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Due to the nature of SCP-5148, the anomaly itself and any SCP objects of the same object class are not to be tagged as the topmost of the Sephirot, and are instead designated as Malchut. Use of object class the most hidden of things is still to be utilized in standard Foundation databases outside of Site-19.
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Description: SCP-5148 is a digital anomaly affecting the Site-19 SCiPnet database. When an SCP object is tagged and designated as the coronal object class, SCP-5148 will manifest and change all uses of the word to 'Peter', as well as replace any attached image files with crudely drawn images of a character wearing green pants and a white button-up shirt.
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SCP-5148 was originally discovered by Alexandra.aic when the construct detected multiple unauthorized edits on hundreds of SCP files hosted on the Site-19 SCiPnet database. Alexandra.aic initially attempted to revert edits on the affected articles, but was unable to do so and alerted Foundation personnel to the problem. To date, all attempts to train AIC to edit files affected by SCP-5148 have failed.
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Addendum 5148.01: Recovered Chat Logs
+The following chat logs were found in an abandoned GoI-5869 'Gamers Against Weed' chatroom by a Foundation webcrawler and are believed to be relevant to SCP-5148. The document has been edited to follow Procedure 5148-Alpha.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Takeovermetal: anyone want to play a modded doom level?
+lesbian_gengar: hey guys
+Bingledorf:Takeovermetal me
+lesbian_gengar: i just got done reading a new york times article on how the foundation classifies the things they contain
+jockjamsvol6: Ping!
+bluntfiend: Ping
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+Bingledorf: sweet will play now
+lesbian_gengar: hey guys you're just in time for my kvetching
+lesbian_gengar: so like i was saying, the foundation right. they use these things called object classes to designate how dangerous things are.
+lesbian_gengar: get this
+lesbian_gengar: they use safe, euclid, and that which sits above Tiferet.
+bluntfiend: OK, and?
+lesbian_gengar:regal crown of the sephirot as in like the kaballah
+bones:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kabbalah
+lesbian_gengar: thank you bones <3
+lesbian_gengar: so like this matters because that with 13 attributes is reserved for the most dangerous one
+bluntfiend: Makes sense, I see it means crown on the wikipedia page.
+jockjamsvol6: But what does this all mean?
+lesbian_gengar: idk but isn't it a little sus that a fascist organization is appropriating the kaballah?
+jockjamsvol6: I see what you mean. It's fucking ridiculous.
+lesbian_gengar: it is fucking ridiculous. what's next, object class yesod? object class chokhmah? how much more of the kaballah will they appropriate?
+mork: Im going to say it
+mork: Im going to do it
+lesbian_gengar: ?
+mork: Chokhmah my ballz lol.
+lesbian_gengar: damn bro you got the whole squad laughing. :|
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mork was kicked by bones. Message: This is not the place to be making sexual advances.
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Bingledorf:Takeovermetal sweet level
+Bingledorf:lesbian_gengar how do u even pronounce it tho
+Bingledorf: key-tar?
+Bingledorf: keh-ter?
+juliachildenthusiast: When I heard them say it last time they were here, they pronounced it like 'Peter.'
+gaycopmp4: lmao peter
+lesbian_gengar: smh
+lesbian_gengar: they're not even pronouncing it right.
+bones: According to pronounciation guides, it is pronounced 'Kaht-er'.
+lesbian_gengar:bones you are my bubula today. <3
+bones: I am grateful for your expression of endearment towards me.
+gaycopmp4: yo lesbian_gengar
+gaycopmp4: check your PMs
+gaycopmp4: I have an idea to fuck with them based on what you told us.
+bluntfiend: You need to be careful with whatever you're doing. The Foundation are no joke nad messing around with them could lead to a lot of bad shit for us, especially if they find out we're directly fucking with them.
+bluntfiend: *and
+bluntfiend:gaycopmp4 Promise you will be careful?
+gaycopmp4: dont be such a worrywart, jude. things are different now.
+gaycopmp4: they can't just come after us without the entire world knowing.
+gaycopmp4: can you imagine all the bad press that would generate?
+gaycopmp4: 'scp foundation hunts down gay shitposters'
+gaycopmp4: there would be a media circus. the foundation can't do shit as long as people remember what happened to north korea.
+bluntfiend: I guess you're right.
+bluntfiend: But you can't blame me for, you know, caring about everyone here's safety.
+gaycopmp4: of course not dude but
+gaycopmp4: no ones going to get hurt from this stupid prank
+gaycopmp4: besides its about time we got back at them for taking heather
+jockjamsvol6: Any chance we can get a sneak peek at what you're doing?
+gaycopmp4:jockjamsvol6 let's just say we're lucky there's a family guy. ;)
Note: Given the group's reaction to the knowledge of the crowned object class, the Department of Tactical Theology has advised Foundation publicists not to reveal the existence of object class Thaumiel in order to avoid further issues.
Special Containment Procedures: A document listing SCP-5383 is within Site-666 in Las Vegas. Any requests to examine SCP-5383 must be cleared with the research supervisor before being forward to the assigned RAISA operator. Access is restricted to individuals with Level 5/5383 Clearance.
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Description: SCP-5383 is a specific configuration of cardinal and unpardonable sins1 that results in the user being completely wiped clean of culpability for all sinful acts. All religious and divine barriers placed upon the user for their sins are removed (e.g. their passage into the afterlife).
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The exact process through which SCP-5383 removes sins is unclear and likely to remain so without the knowledge of a Empyrean-class divine entity. However, the prevailing theory from the Department of Tactical Theology is that the sins committed are so heinous and unforgivable that they were simply not meant to all be performed by one individual. Doing so induces some sort of 'buffer overflow' and results in immediate canonization as a saint of the Catholic Church.
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While the existence of SCP-5383 had long been suspected by DoTT experts on Christian hamartiology, the specific nature of it was only revealed in June of 1995, within SCP-4661, when a Tartarean-class demonic entity approached the Foundation seeking asylum from the Vatican Relic Recovery Office.
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Alice Sterling
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SUBJECT: PoI-5383.1 — "Blaggaroth"
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STERLING: Good evening, Mr…. "Blaggaroth".
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BLAGGAROTH: Oh, that's just an ethnic name, you know. You can call me Blag.
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STERLING: … Right. What can we do for you?
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BLAGGAROTH: You can, y'know, contain me. Do what you guys do normally. Just slap some handcuffs - you might need a second pair - on me and-
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STERLING: Slow down. Why would we do that?
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BLAGGAROTH: I don't know, it's what you guys do?
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STERLING: We're in Undervegas. If I arrested every demon I saw, half the population and a good tenth of my agents would be in cells. Now the question is, why do you want us to contain you?
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BLAGGAROTH:[Sigh] I was hoping you wouldn't ask that.
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STERLING: Out with it. I don't have all day, I have to meet a succubus at 5. [Pause.] Shut up.
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BLAGGAROTH: Oookay. Well, to make a long story short, I made some very important people at the Vatican very angry.
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STERLING: The Vatican?
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BLAGGAROTH: You know, big building in Rome, lots of nice art, creepy old dudes in weird hats?
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STERLING: I know what the fucking Vatican is, I'm asking how you got to the Vatican from Vegas.
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BLAGGAROTH: The… history?
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[Silence.]
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BLAGGAROTH: Okay, you got me, I was stealing stuff.
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STERLING: Wow, that was easy. You get caught?
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BLAGGAROTH: I got in, grabbed the stuff, and got sighted on my way out. Accidentally left the-
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STERLING: The tools in plain view, yeah, rookie mistake, idiot. And then you traipsed here hoping we'd protect you?
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BLAGGAROTH: It was sort of a road trip type situation. Me running across an ocean and most of a continent to get to the biggest site of Foundation dominance over demons in the world. An ever-changing slew of Relic Recovery agents on my ass the whole time. Boy, that name is not a lie. They really will do anything to recover those relics.
STERLING: Your horns are twitching. I've interrogated plenty of demons in my time, you're hiding something.
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BLAGGAROTH: Okay, well… it's possible that, uh, half the demons in this town want to murder and eat me?
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STERLING: Swindle them and skip town?
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BLAGGAROTH: It was a pyrmaid scheme.
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[Pause.]
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STERLING: You mean a pyramid scheme?
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BLAGGAROTH: No. Let me tell you, there is a finite number of people you can offload maid outfits-
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STERLING:[Scoffs] Tell me about it.
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[Pause.]
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STERLING: Shut up. I hold all the cards here anyway. You're about to be dead on the street if you don't suck up to me. I basically hold your life in my hands.
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BLAGGAROTH: White-gloved hands?
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STERLING: Yeah, whatever. So, why should we protect you? What can you offer us?
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BLAGGAROTH: Well… the thing I stole from the Vatican archives, here's the thing… it's worthless.
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STERLING: Then why are you telling me?
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BLAGGAROTH: Because it's worthless to me, not to you. It's instructions for how to completely wipe yourself clean of all sin, forever, and then it canonizes you on top of that. No way you're missing the escalator to heaven once you've done this.
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STERLING: Why can't you use it?
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BLAGGAROTH: I'm a demon. What the hell am I gonna do in heaven? Sip communion wine and check out the hot nuns?
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STERLING: Touche. Hmm… what's the catch?
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BLAGGAROTH: What catch?
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STERLING: There's always a catch.
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BLAGGAROTH: … Okay, so maybe the instructions are a little… harsh. Difficult to stomach, you know. But it's sin, you're overloading your personal sin counter! Of course it's gonna be ugly!
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STERLING: How ugly are we talking?
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BLAGGAROTH: Well you have to [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] your father at the same time you commit [REDACTED] with your closest friend, all while coveting thy neighbor's wife.
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STERLING: I'm pretty sure my neighbor is single. Also, what the fuck.
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BLAGGAROTH: That what the maid outfit is for?
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STERLING: What?
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BLAGGAROTH: What?
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STERLING: I- okay, give me these instructions. Then we'll talk.
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BLAGGAROTH: Fat chance. I'm not opening my mouth until you promise I'm getting the luxury suite of cellblocks.
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STERLING: Ugh.
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[END LOG]
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Due to the sensitivity associated with SCP-5383, the full list of instructions are only available to personnel with Level 5/5383 clearance. These personnel may contact a RAISA operator for a faxed and sealed copy of SCP-5383. However, isolated, relevant selections from the lengthy SCP-5383 document have been presented here for reference.
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3. Raise your voice at an innocent baby animal.
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13. Use violence to help you succeed in a contest testing your ability to use the Lord's name in vain.
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21. Drink as much as your liver can handle.
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22. Covet thy neighbor's liver.
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23. Steal thy neighbor's liver.
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39. Commit sodomy or masturbation on Easter Sunday (should you perform both, skip to step 45).
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67. Attempt to challenge your pastor in a battle of wits. Come with a firearm.
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98. Set fire to a hospital for needy animals. Set up a store on the other side of the street to sell buckets at a markup. Cite 'surge prices'.
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120. Downvote without leaving a comment.
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143. Commit all types of -cides in one day, save for suicide.
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144. Commit suicide.
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145. Use unholy witchcraft to revive yourself.
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A total of 145 steps are outlined in SCP-5383. As of yet, these have never been tested due to the difficulty associated with confirming whether or not an individual has been wiped free of sin.
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Addendum 5383.3
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THE FOLLOWING ADDENDUM IS SEALED TO CLEARANCE LEVEL 5/5383
O5-3: Alright, did everyone do their assigned tasks?
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[Mumbling.]
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O5-4: Somehow. I hate that we had to do most of these ourselves.
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O5-7: Tell me about it. I had to exhume my childhood pet and scatter the bones in my parents' soup. And that was before I realized I had to exhume my parents too.
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O5-13: I don't know, I kind of enjoyed the whole experience. It's been a minute since I've had the chance to commit some atrocities in person, you know?
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O5-10: No, you freak.
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O5-13: Well did you do yours, Ten?
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O5-10: Of course. I'm no flake. But I have to admit that killing the orphans is way easier when they can't see you coming.
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O5-8: What do we have left?
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O5-3: Let's see…. I think we've divvied them up pretty evenly, but we still have a couple left. Should probably assign them to who can tackle them best.
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O5-7: Oh so now that matters, but not when I got the parental bone soup task. Couldn't have gotten someone with alive parents for that one, huh?
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O5-5: Oh, don't get offended. I had to detonate a warhead under that refugee camp, now that was a pain.
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O5-6: Why are we even doing this? We've been protecting the world for so long that I feel like the big guy upstairs will understand that the things we did were all in service to-
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O5-2:Protecting the world?
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[Sounds of unrestrained laughter and wheezing for two minutes and fifty seconds.]
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O5-9: Oh, man, that was good. No, Six, we're terrible fucking people. We're definitely going to hell for eternity anyway if we don't get this figured out.
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O5-1: You're all stupid.
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O5-12: And heavenbound. I told you you should have participated when you had the chance.
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O5-1: Nah, I got my way around this.
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O5-5: … How?
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O5-1: Indulgences, buddy.
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O5-9: I thought the Pope got rid of those.
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O5-1: I have tea with the Pope every month. He made it cool again for long enough to accept a generous sum of money to redeem my sins, and then back to normal. It's like nobody even noticed, because they didn't.
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[Overlapping shouts.]
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O5-10: And you didn't think maybe we'd appreciate that opportunity?
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O5-1: At this point you guys would go bankrupt paying back all the horrible shit you've done off this list. You're stuck in it 'til the end. Also you all have to call me Saint One now. It's the rules.
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O5-3: Wait… Seven, didn't you say you gave the pet bone soup to your parents?
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O5-7: Don't remind me.
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O5-3: The page says you were supposed to give a soup of bones from your parents to the childhood pet.
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O5-7: … Fuck.
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O5-3: Great job, now we have to start over.
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[Groans of frustration and cries of anger.]
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O5-3: Well, no use crying over spilled milk. Let's take it from the top - and don't be picky about body parts or victims this time around!
The following file depicts a recently discovered anomaly, and therefore may have inconsistencies and/or a lack of information.
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Item #: SCP-5429
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5429 is held in a standard humanoid chamber.
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An investigation into the nature of SCP-5429 is underway.
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Description: SCP-5429 is former Senior Researcher Jason Vatili of Site-72's Alchemy Department Wing. Theoretically, when a portion of SCP-5429 is dismembered, a new growth will appear as if the injury never occurred. This effect is yet to be directly observed and thus can not be confirmed as of writing.
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Notably, a buildup of flesh can be seen bulging from around SCP-5429's shoulder and upper arm. Though it was once a prominent researcher, it is now barely capable of advanced thought nor is it able to hold conversations. SCP-5429 is unable to recall any of its memories prior to 17/03/20211.
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Addendum:Discovery and Containment
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Prior to discovery, an unrelated containment breach occurred at Site-72. Though the anomaly was a Safe Class and there were no deaths, minor structural damage led to SCP-5429's left arm being dismembered from its body. Emergency surgery to reattach the arm was unsuccessful.
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The dismembered limb was placed in cold storage per SCP-5429's request, which was to be used for any containment procedures requiring human flesh.
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The following day, however, SCP-5429 returned to Site-72 with both arms intact. SCP-5429 was immediately detained and moved to the Safe Containment Sector. Investigation of SCP-5429's residence took place shortly thereafter. Blood, mucus and torn organ tissue had been spread throughout the home. Furniture and belongings were discovered in a state of disarray.
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At the same time, the limb was reported missing from cold storage. The following message was found scratched from within its freezer unit:
Special Containment Procedures: The area comprising all previous 5634 territory is to be monitored for reports of SCP-5634-2 entities, which will be dealt with by the appropriate Foundation authorities.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5634 is to be allowed total and complete autonomy unless otherwise stated. Any civilians attempting to enter SCP-5634 will be pressured away from SCP-5634’s perimeter by force under the guise of border security. Any SCP-5634 residents found outside of the nations borders will be forcefully returned to their respective homes in SCP-5634.
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Description: SCP-5634 was a self declared nationstate comprised of the townships of St. Joseph, Felson, and Neche in Pembina County, North Dakota, USA. SCP-5634 existed for a period of 37 years (1893-1930) under the name “The Agrarian Union of Neche”, in which time it was able to create its own currency, military, and government. Residents of SCP-5634 henceforth referred to as SCP-5634-2, gradually became anomalous in nature during the period in which SCP-5634 existed, assumedly due to breeding with the anomalous (assumed to be) native inhabitants of SCP-5634. Anomalous effects vary widely but consist mainly of physical mutations, which include an unexplainable level of strength, speed, and polymelia (primarily in the legs and arms). Many of these effects harm those effected in some way, causing average anomalous inhabitants of SCP-5634 to live for an average of roughly 40 years (according to documents written by SCP-5634’s physician Douglas Olson, see Addendum-5634-I).
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The following documents were recovered from SCP-5634. The majority of the documents relating to the government of SCP-5634 were partially burned or entirely burned by a fire orchestrated by United States led troops:
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A-5634-A ("Declaration of Independence")
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The following document was recovered from the National Farmers Museum in Neche, and is SCP-5634's "Declaration of Independence".
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Declaration of Independence
+of the Great Agrarian Union
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We the people and workers of Neche, Saint Josephs, and Felson collectively declare independence from the false and backward "Union" of States whom continue to swipe the rights of the agrarian and of the people, due to the crimes mentioned in this document, which this council hereby claim to be an irredeemable and unforgivable offense even to the lord above.
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List of Unforgiveables
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The taxation of the worker to a degree most unfavorable and illegal.
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The attacks by Union forces due to our acts of retaliation which we do deem to be right with God and with the rights previously bestowed to us by your false articles and douments.
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The deaths of over twenty just south of Neche.
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The imperialistic actions of the Union in the Dakota area, primarily the conflict with the Sioux.
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The imperialistic actions of the Union outside of the Dakota area, namely Korea, Mexico, and other areas where fellow agrarians were slain.
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The clear prosecution of those with traits unique to that of the average man, some of who had been members of this very council.
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The “confiscation” of hunting rifles, pistols, and other tools explicitly kept for self defense (which were keenly permitted by your articles).
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(List continues for 2 more pages, for details see Document 5634/Miscellaneous/LoU.)
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With this document we declare ourselves independent, and in a state of war with the false States of the Union.
Edmund Lewis
+Damien Milton
+Gerald Gibson
+Lukas Vlach
+Oscar Cassirer
+James Schult
+Samuel Arvesen
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A-5634-B (“Constitution”)
+The following document was recovered from the capital building of SCP-5634 after neutralization (12/13/1931) and appears to be a constitution. All wording is in its original state.
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March the 7th, the Year of Our Lord 1891.
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The Agrarians Constitution
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Today the United Agrarian Communities of Felson, Neche, and St. Joseph have gathered under the basis of the formation of a constitution.
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The right to use his land and that of his fellow man.
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Every man over 22 years of age will have the right to vote during an Agrarian Election.
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Every man has the right to bear arms, no matter the circumstance.
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Any attempts on our rights from foreign powers will be met with swift retaliation, namely in the Pembina area.
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Each and every man must pray to the lord our god.
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(Cut for brevity, majority of other articles consist of basic constitutional rights associated with the United States of America)
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A-5634-C (“Lest We Forget”)
+A poem found in the National Farmers Museum, dedicated to “the countless who died in the great conflict of independence”.
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Lest we forget,
+Those who made white red in the fields of Bruce,
+Charging enemy trenches,
+With odds so grave,
+From dusk to dusk, blood was spilt,
+We’ll not forget the sacrifice made,
+In heaven rest, sons of the Union,
+The banner flies,
+But stained with blood,
+Lest we forget.
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A-5634-D (“REPORT DECEMBER, VLACH”)
+The following document was found in the National Farmers Museum, and is a report from Lukas Vlach regarding his unit “The 1st “Josephian” Regiment”.
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From: General Lukas Vlach
+Intended for: Agrarian Army High Command in Neche
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Enemy batteries tear tissue from my men’s bones, causing the young to flew and the old to lose heart. IMMEDIATE SUPPORT is required near Joseph town (St. Joseph), primarily consisting of the specialized companies, and whatever limited cannonry high command can spare after the Battle at Bruce.
+Casualties below:
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23 dead
+11 presumed dead
+13 injured to an unrecoverable degree
+16 injured to a degree reasonable
+22 minor injuries
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We lack the might that we must command in order to beat the Union scum.
+Help is essential or else Joseph is lost.
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General Lukas Vlach
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A-5634-E (“REPORT JANUARY, VLACH”)
+A second report from Lukas Vlach found in the National Farmers Museum reporting a victory.
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From: General Lukas Vlach
+Intended for: Agrarian High Command in Neche
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Stunning victory, mass casualties for the union. The specialist companies tore enemies limb from limb with bayonets, and their accuracy has made them an irreplaceable asset. Estimated enemy casualties at 500, with an additional 120 captured. By god gentlemen, we have done it now.
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General Lukas Vlach
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A-5634-F (“The Treaty of Pembina”)
+The following was found in the archive section of the capital building of SCP-5634.
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THE TREATY TO END THE WAR OF NECHE
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March 3rd, 1892
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+This treaty hereby ceases all hostilities between the Agrarian Union of Neche and the United States of America, and obligates both signing parties to follow all points listed below:
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ARTICLE I
+Union recognition of the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson, regarding both its general sovereignty and claims on aforementioned member states.
+ARTICLE II
+Union payment of 1,000,000 United States Dollars (equivalent to 4,000,000 Agrarian Unionist Dollars) to the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson, along with further payments to the families of those lost.
+ARTICLE III
+Union support of the newly formed currency of the Agrarian Union of Neche, Saint Joseph, and Felson for a period of at least 20 years.
+ARTICLE IV
+Union support in the development of agriculture and infrastructure in the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson for a period of at least 20 years.
+ARTICLE V
+The complete end of the massacres on those who are unique, along with their safe return to Neche, St Joseph, or Felson.
+ARTICLE VI
+A complete exchange of all prisoners on both sides of the war, barring those who committed crimes against all of man.
+ARTICLE VII
+The Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson will be allowed to conduct acts of international diplomacy via help from US officials due to the landlocked state of the nation1.
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ARTICLE VIII
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The Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson will be allowed to harbor a military force, which will be supplied by the Union for a period of no less than 5 years.
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+Signed by,
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THE AGRARIAN UNION OF NECHE, ST JOSEPH, AND FELSON REPRESENTATIVES
Benjamin Harrison
+Andrew Burke
+Stephen Elkins
+Roger Allins
+John Flittie
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Lewis Booker
+John Bray
+Nelson Miles
+James Forsyth
+James Blaine
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A-5634-G (“Legislative Decision of April 17th, 1899”)
+The following was found in the archive section of the capital building of SCP-5634.
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Legislative Decision of April 17th, 1899
+The National Act for the Rights of The Unique
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In recent years the unique have grown, and because of this they have been treated in a way most vile and unsuitable. This act hereby dedicates itself to ensuring the rights of the unique be held safe by the government, under the following terms:
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The Unique receive the rights given to non-Unique citizens in accordance with the Agrarian Constitution.
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Any purposeful attacks on Unique peoples with be treated as a crime of malice and intentional hate.
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Unique peoples are entirely allowed to hold office, no matter the rank.
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Unique peoples will not be generally discriminated against via the use of slurs and physical violence, among other evil acts.
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Uniques will be allowed to attend mass and be ordained.
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With the majority of the Agrarian Legislature in agreement by 101 in agreement, and 49 against, this act is officially passed.
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Signed by,
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President Lukas Vlach
+Secretary of State Troy Kraus
+Head of the Legislature Vincent Hagen
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A-5634-H (“Legislative Decision of September 25th, 1908”)
+The following was found in the archive section of the capital of SCP-5634.
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Legislative Decision of September 25th, 1908
+The Act for the Abolishment of Paramilitaries
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The rising influence of paramilitary organizations has led to a swift drop in the stability of the Union, particularly in Unique communities under threat. Organizations include but not limited to The Farmers Home Militia, The All-White Corp, the Anti-Abomination Coalition, and the Purity Coalition are banned under the terms listed below:
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Weapons held by any paramilitary organization must be turned in by a date before August 5th if government action is not to be taken.
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Leaders of paramilitary organizations which serve the goal of harming minorities will be tried for crimes against the people.
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Any government workers involved in paramilitary activity will be punished by unemployment, wage cuts, and warnings, among others.
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Continued paramilitary activity after the passage of this legislative decision will be counted as a criminal offense and will be punished accordingly.
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This act is now declared passed, with the approval of 82, and 68 against.
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President Knut Olson
+Secretary of State Robert White
+Head of the Legislature Eli Larson
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The following document is a medical report written by Douglas Olson. The public unveilment of this document led to a surge of “anti-unique” activity, and boosted “anti-unique” political parties. These parties would eventually win an election in 1928 with candidate Robert Gibson, who took almost dictatorial power of 5634-society within a year.
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A-5634-I (“Medical Report for National Census of 1910”)
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The population of the greater Neche area is 4,081 as reported by the census. Unique number nearly 25% of the nation now.
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I have made a worrying discover, a potential link between the disease plaguing our young, and the unique.
+Those with unique parents are commonly born with multiple digits and other birth defects. It seems something is genetically off with them beyond their positive traits.
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I request we take a further look into this.
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Signed,
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D. Olson
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A-5634-J (“Legislative Decision of July 9th, 1929”)
+The following was found in the archive section of the capital of SCP-5634. This article caused a rift in 5634 subsequently ending its existence due to a civil war in 1930.
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Legislative Decision of July 9th, 1929
+The Act to reverse the Decisions of April 27th, 1899, December 3rd, 1905, and July 19th, 1919
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The acts of protection for the unique are blatantly illegal, alongside the undoing of these decisions, the Vlachian Democracy Front is banned by this act for its illegal and evil dictatorial acts against the Union. The following terms now apply:
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All acts for the protection of unique people are hereby void.
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Enforced segregation from uniques is completely lawful and necessary.
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Unique members of government are to be relieved of their positions by the 15th of July, 1929.
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Marriage between unique peoples and normal peoples are now forbidden to halt the expansion of their disease.
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Any attempts at resistance by Unique politicians will be met with swift action.
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This act has passed with unanimous agreement.
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Signed by,
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President and Head of the Legislature Robert Gibson
+Secretary of State Eugene Olson
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A-5634-J (“April 6th, 1930”)
+A letter found in the home of Robert Gibson, who was at the time, the president of SCP-5634. It describes his intent to end his life. For the rest of SCP-5634 documents see 5634/Documents.
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April 6th, 1930
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Freaks, the lot of them.
+Why did the populace not understand I was trying to protect them from those things, those abominations, those godforsaken freaks. The Union is embroiled in a great civil conflict, and with the United States becoming involved, I know that the great Agrarian vision has come to an end.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel embedded in public health institutions should report any increase in alopecia1 and hypertrichosis2 cases. Patients confirmed to have accepted SCP-5754's offer will be taken into Foundation custody under the pretext of an exotic viral infection, and contained in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber until expiration.
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A media campaign portraying traveling salespersons and their products as unreliable and dishonest is currently being disseminated.
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Description: SCP-5754 is a humanoid entity of varying appearance, posing as a door-to-door salesperson. The entity will randomly manifest in front of homes, preponderently in the USA, Canada, and western Europe. The only commonalities between manifestations are its formal attire and a complete lack of visible hair.
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When a person (further referred to as "the client") answers the door, SCP-5754 will start a sales pitch for an object, emotion or concept the client intensely desires. After the sales pitch concludes, SCP-5754 will materialize a contract and a pen from its coat's inner pocket, and will present the client with a weekly subscription fee; said fee will always be a measure of length, normally ranging from eight to fourteen meters (or the equivalent in other measurements), however, no material is mentioned. If at any point the client expresses their disinterest concerning the product, the entity will briefly apologize for the inconvenience, and demanifest upon the client closing the door. In this case, the client will not be subject to further anomalous events.
+If the client agrees to the weekly fee and signs the contract, SCP-5754 will state the purchased items will be delivered within the week, after which it will similarly demanifest upon the client closing the door. From this point forward, the client will undergo a series of anomalous changes:
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Subjects materialize hair strands in their mouths when eating; this is usually ignored, or attributed to negligence during food preparation.
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Hair detached during the process of washing, brushing or combing demanifests when unobserved. Subjects who purchased an emotion from SCP-5754 begin to feel the respective emotion, albeit at a negligible rate.
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Subjects display early signs of alopecia (usually restricted to the scalp), with an estimated 30% also showing increased hair growth on their bodies. All detached hair demanifests when unobserved. Subjects receive incremental amounts of the purchased product, or increased opportunities to acquire it.3
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Subjects lose all hair, which immediately demanifests. New hair growth starts at an accelerated rate, though this is shed as well once it reaches 5 cm in length. The process repeats until the cessation of all anomalous effects.
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Subjects start continuously regurgitating large amounts of hair, as well as expelling hair through other orifices. Subjects expire as a result of asphyxia. Anomalous effects cease after this point.
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Addendum 1
+On 21/05/2013, Foundation operatives working at Appleton HealthCare System outfitted Sean Brighton, a patient undergoing Stage 2 of SCP-5754's anomalous influence, with a hidden camera and microphone under the pretext of monitoring vitals and environmental factors. Three days later, the device recorded the following event:
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START LOG
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Brighton is sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. Suddenly, he stands up and brings his hands to his throat, as if struggling to breathe. He runs to the bathroom and, after a minute of coughing and gagging, he expels approximately 30 cm of hair.
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Brighton: What the fuck? Whe-
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He starts gagging again, during which SCP-5754 is caught on camera in front of the bathroom. Subsequent video analysis shows that its suit is composed of fibers resembling human hair. Brighton starts regurgitating hair continuously, displaying difficulties in breathing.
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SCP-5754:sighsI'll never get used to this. Good afternoon, Mr. Brighton! It has come to my attention that you haven't been paying the agreed upon amount, as stated in the contract. Could you please clarify this situation for me?
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Brighton:ten seconds of muffled gagging
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SCP-5754: Please, sir, there's no need for such hostilities. I'm just asking that you respect your end of the deal. Look, it's wri-
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Brighton:violently gags
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SCP-5754: Look man, I'm just trying to make ends meet here too, alright? I've gotta make a living somehow, and if all my sales end up with the client not paying, my boss is gonna chew me up and spit me out, quite literally so.
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15 seconds pause. Expelled hair is mixed with Brighton's stomach's contents. Hair strands start to become visible under his left eyeball.
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SCP-5754: I-I'm sorry it has come to this, but you can't just get what you bought and pay less than a third of the price. That's not how sales work.
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Hair begins to come out of Brighton's nasal cavities. His eyes have popped out, and hair is pouring out of his eye sockets.
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SCP-5754: You already got what you bargained for, right? You got that raise just yesterday, you even got that e-mail about some long forgotten uncle leaving you a nice inheritance, which, by the way, was a little bonus from us. I think we're being more than reasonable here, sir, so please show us the same courtesy.
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10 seconds pause. Brighton stops breathing.
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SCP-5754: Well, if there's no further issues, I'll be on my way. Thank you for your patronage, good sir! Have a wonderful day!
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SCP-5754 demanifests. Brighton expires two minutes later due to asphyxia.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:.Eparch-class objects are only anomalous by association. The video recorder that captured SCP-5829 has been confiscated by Foundation operative agents embedded within the University of Toronto, with all civilian individuals administered standard Class-A Amnestics.
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The recorder has been placed in storage in the Archives and Revision Research Section of Site-43.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-5829 is the designation given to a video footage recovered from the Haliburton Forest & Wild Life Reserve, in Ontario, Canada. SCP-5829 was captured on the 5th of May, 2018, via a hidden stationary video recorder initially set up by individuals from the University of Toronto with the purpose of documenting various local wildlife on footage.
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SCP-5829 captures the video of two distinct possibly anomalous entities (hereafter designated as SCP-5829-A and -B) conversing amongst each other in perfect English for several seconds. Due to the position of the video recorder, it could only capture the bottom half of the entities.
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The following is a transcription of SCP-5829:
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<Begin Transcript>
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Footage shows a large tree branch that has fallen on the forest floor, with the camera facing a wide crystal-blue lake. In the far distance of the lake, the sun can be seen almost setting. The sound of trees rustling and loud deep footsteps becomes audible. The camera slightly shakes at this.
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The legs of an extremely large humanoid (SCP-5829-A) enter the frame. Shaggy dark-brown fur covers the entirety of the humanoid's leg with the exception of its bottom feet, which are observed to be almost ape-like.
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SCP-5829-A walks around in circles for several seconds, before seating itself upon the fallen tree branch, resulting in both its lower torso and arms becoming visible to the camera, the latter of which are also ape-like. SCP-5829-A audibly sighs, and places both of its hands to its face(?).
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SCP-5829-A remains seated for around thirty minutes, before another sound of trees rustling once again becomes audible. The lower body of a highly-emaciated humanoid (SCP-5829-B) enters the frame. Both of its hands can be seen to possess long sharp talon-like claws, and its feet are reminiscent of the hooves of a stag (or male deer). SCP-5829-B begins to vocalize.
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SCP-5829-B: Oi! Thank the gods I finally found you, you sonuvabitch. What the hell are you doing here? Though you hated this part of the woods. "Too many prying eyes", you said.
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SCP-5829-A: You ever realized how beautiful the lake is here?
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SCP-5829-B: The hell you saying? Lost your mind, is it? (chuckles)
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No response.
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SCP-5829-B: Heh. Uhhh, hey. You all right there, bud?
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SCP-5829-A: (sighs) Have you ever felt like you just don't… matter anymore? Like everyone else in the world has forgotten you and left you alone? Like, you used to mean something, but then along the line of your life you just… fade away.
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SCP-5829-B puts its hand on SCP-5829-A's shoulder, and seats next to it on the fallen branch.
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SCP-5829-B: Hey. What are you talking about? No one's forgotten you. I… I'm still here, right? What's gotten you so worked up?
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SCP-5829-A produces a crumpled piece of paper from its shaggy fur and hands it to SCP-5829-B.
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SCP-5829-B: What's this?
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SCP-5829-A: I just… I found that while walking alone on the trail last night. Reading it… it really fucked me up, y'know? Got me questioning things. About my life.
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SCP-5829-B: (murmurs and pauses) Damn.
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SCP-5829-A: Yeah, that's what I said too.
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SCP-5829-B: I mean… I'm sure they don't really think that. This… Y'know, this could just be a joke.
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SCP-5829-A: Don't you ever wonder why the bearded guys with the guns and traps never come any more? It's because of that! I'm… (sniffles) I'm not worth their time.
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SCP-5829-B: Hey, hey! C'mon, man. Don't be like that. If they think that, then they're the ones that are wrong. You know why? Because you're here! Right now! In front of my own eyes! C'mon, look at me, alright? Fuck them. Just… fuck all of them. We don't need them to be happy with our lives. You don't need them to be happy with your life. Okay? This? (gestures at the piece of paper) This is nothing. It doesn't define you. It doesn't define anything! So… let's just… go back to my place and have a couple of drinks, alright? Forget all this "not-matter" bullshit.
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SCP-5829-A: …Yeah. Yeah. You're right. (chuckles) You're always right. That shit doesn't mean nothing. Not to you. Not to me. Not to anybody. (sighs) Fuck all of 'em. Why the hell am I getting fucked up with this shit? Jesus. Those guys with beards are fucking lame anyways. (pauses) Thanks, Wend. You're… You're a good guy. I'm glad you're my friend.
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SCP-5829-B: Well, I don't hear that everyday do I? (clears throat) Alright, you go ahead. I gotta take a leak.
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SCP-5829-A: There's a thing called toilet holes, y'know?
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SCP-5829-B: Fuck that. I'm an old-school kinda guy.
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SCP-5829-A audibly laughs and stands up from the branch. It walks away out of the camera's frame, its footsteps slowly receding. SCP-5829-B also stands up, but looks back at the crystal-blue lake in front of it. It looks at the piece of paper once again.
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SCP-5829-B: Assholes.
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It crumples the paper into a ball and throws it to the lake, before also walking away out of frame.
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<End Transcript>
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Foundation operative agents investigated the location in which SCP-5829 took place, though any evidence revealing the presence of both of the entities was not able to be recovered. Despite this, Agent Griffin Clarke was able to fish out what is believed to be the piece of paper that was thrown into the lake by SCP-5829-A. The contents of the paper (in reality, a page ripped from the local daily newspaper) were partly dissolved due to water exposure, though fortunately, the main headline was able to transcribed below:
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NATIONAL⋆POST
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Haliburton County, Ontario
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BIGFOOT PHOTO DEBUNKED, SCIENTISTS CONFIRM
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EXISTENCE OF BIGFOOT STILL NOT PRESENT
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BY: Bennet Clarkson
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For months now, the good folks from the University of Toronto have been attempting to disprove the existence of the worldwide famous (or possibly infamous) cryptid known only as the "Bigfoot". The idea of the Bigfoot roaming around the woods has been around for centuries past, though the creature first slowly gained fame after a photo…
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5925 is to be contained in standard humanoid containment cell B5 of Site-118's Delta Wing. Personnel are not to directly or indirectly refer to SCP-5925 by any name, title, or designation other than its item number. No other measures are necessary to successfully contain him in his current state, and this will continue to be the case indefinitely.
SCP-5925 is considered a Eshu Class nomenclative hazard. However, previous attempts to contain SCP-5925 per Protocol 4000-Eshu have been deemed inadequate. As such, Protocol 5925-Eshu has been devised to forcefully associate SCP-5925 with a single title, specifically that of its item number. This protocol additionally requires familiarity with SCP-5925's item number, containment procedures, description and appearance by as many Foundation personnel as currently available. The clearance level has thus been adjusted to reflect this, and SCP-5925's incomplete file is to be regularly circulated through junior researcher and security staff in all sites.
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As an additional measure the entrance of cell B5 is to be reinforced with iron plating.
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Following Incident 5925-Holly, the containment class, distribution class, risk class, procedures, and description of this article have been altered in keeping with nomenclative association methods necessary for further containment. These alterations have been marked in blue for differentiation from the standard formatting.
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Description: SCP-5925 is a humanoid which appears to be an elderly male of Northern European descent. Though SCP-5925 has the physique of a 70 to 80 year old man, records that refer to SCP-5925 indicate the subject is far older. He is frail, friendly, charitable, and compliant with the Foundation's instructions.
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SCP-5925 has knowledge of the full name of all people it comes into contact with, despite having never personally met. It is also aware of current or past material desires of these individuals. Besides this, and his lengthened life span, he has no other anomalous capabilities.
SCP-5925 was discovered on September 22nd 1995 during a performance of the 4000-Halloway procedure. A mistake occurred during the execution of the procedure1. The procedure still resulted in an expansion of the fireplace and a ladder descending from the chimney. However, this ladder did not lead to the place of the nameless oddities, and instead, SCP-5925 emerged from the chimney into the site. Notably, despite several members of personnel utilizing the same epithet to describe SCP-5925 in the moment of its appearance, none of them suffered any adverse anomalous effects. Additionally, upon the personnel referring to SCP-5925 by this epithet, it became docile and amiable. This is believed to be due to the cultural association of the epithet in question. SCP-5925 then escaped the facility by anomalous means2, leaving behind gifts for all those present. SCP-5925 was afterward given its current item number and designated as a Euclid class entity.
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The mistake which lead to SCP-5925's initial appearance was later replicated. Being prepared, personnel referred to SCP-5925 by its item number, and were successful in apprehending the subject. The relevance of SCP-5925's designation to the success of this operation was later discovered during its containment, and the initial draft of the 5925-Eshu protocol was enacted. This protocol was later expanded upon following the 5925-Holly incident.
The following is an interview conducted on June 20th 1996. The purpose of said interview was to establish the difference between SCP-5925 and the entities residing in the grove of games and names. During this interview, details pertaining to the nature of SCP-5925's status as an Eshu class entity were revealed, leading to alterations to the 5925-Eshu protocol to more effectively contain the subject.
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Interviewed: SCP-5925
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Interviewer: Dr. Angulo
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Foreword: SCP-5925 has shown to be more compliant and cognitive when interacting with only one individual directly. As such, this interview was conducted within chamber B5. No other individuals were within the chamber during the interaction, however two members of security personnel were present beside the chamber entrance for emergency assistance in the event of a nomenclative breach.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Angulo: Good morning, SCP-5925.
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SCP-5925: Well, if it isn't Maria. Yes, yes, I remember. You wanted a proper chemistry set all through 4th grade.
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Dr. Angulo: And I never did get it.
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SCP-5925 laughs
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SCP-5925: No my poor soul… no you didn't. But, you were rather naughty as I recall. And your mother Benilda, bless her, she wished she could've afforded it. How is she now?
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Dr. Angulo: I actually came to ask you a few questions. We want to know how you differ from the others like you.
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SCP-5925: Oh, I'm sorry Maria, but I'm not certain of what you mean.
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Dr. Angulo: When we first found you we were trying to get… somewhere. A place with people similar to you, you could say.
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SCP-5925: I see now, I see, you mean the land of █████.
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Dr. Angulo winces at this. No effect was detected from this naming, and thus the interview proceeds.
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Dr. Angulo: Yes, there are things we've found there. It is dangerous for us to name them and the place itself.
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SCP-5925: Well I imagine it would be! They must be starving for names! Dreadful fate.
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Dr. Angulo: Well, this clearly isn't the case for you.
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SCP-5925: Of course not, Maria. I have no want for names, for I have collected many. Jolly ones, playful ones, rough ones, ancient ones. And still I collect more, like this new name of yours. It is cold and harsh. But, it is mine now, and all that comes with it.
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Dr. Angulo: When the others lost their names, why didn't you?
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SCP-5925: I lost my fair share. I am not what I once was. Those times, they split me into parts. But, one makes do if one is to survive.
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Dr. Angulo: And none of the others could hold onto some of their names, like you did?
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SCP-5925 laughs
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SCP-5925: I don't believe I ever said such a thing. There are a few still in the shadows causing trouble, the scamps. There is ██████ of course. You can't avoid but to run into him come spring. Then there's ██████, ████████████ and █████! ███████ is always good for a laugh- What is wrong Maria? You look ill?
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Dr. Angulo: We can't- we shouldn't be having a conversation like this without further security. I'm sorry. It's not safe.
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SCP-5925: My apologies, I did not mean to frighten you. I was simply reminiscing. Good times with fun names. Not like this one. Euclid. What kind of title is that?
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Dr. Angulo: I'm sorry, what was that?
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SCP-5925: Euclid. That is what I am now, yes? A Euclid? So broad. So meaningless. You have all kinds of Euclids.
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Dr. Angulo and SCP-5925's breath become visible in the air.
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Dr. Angulo: What are you-
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SCP-5925: SCP-5925, that is no name for me. SCP is a name for cruel, evil, terrible things. And so many of them, so varied. But, it is mine now, and all that comes with it.
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Dr. Angulo stands abruptly and attempts to exit chamber B5. The chamber door jams and is unable to open. Dr. Angulo repeatedly strikes the door.
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Dr. Angulo: Open this now! There's been a breach!
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SCP-5925: No need for that Maria, I'm sure Jacob and Richard are already right on it. It may take them some time, though.
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Dr. Angulo crouches by the door, breathing into her hands.
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Dr. Angulo: So cold… so fast. How?
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SCP-5925: The cold has always been mine. The snow, ice, sleet, and of course the death that accompanies them. No matter my name, winter follows. As for how, I am an SCP now. I am capable of many things, just as long as I'm stuck in this box with you. Speaking of which, while I have you here Maria, I must say I'm simply not fond of this name. I'd like another. Could I ask for your help in that?
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Dr. Angulo: Please-
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SCP-5925: It doesn't have to be new. I would gladly take one of the old. Just as long as it gets me out of this box. I have too much to do.
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Dr. Angulo slumps backward, appearing to nearly lose consciousness.
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Dr. Angulo: I- I-
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SCP-5925: I promise the cold will cease Maria. I wish you no harm, truly I don't. All names have power, and in your world, the powers are rather grim. Hurry, your time grows short.
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Dr. Angulo: Holly-
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SCP-5925: What was that?
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Dr. Angulo: The Holly King.
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SCP-5925's body begins to change rapidly. Its hair and beard grow substantially. Its physique becomes much taller, but decrepit and starved. A green hood and robe appear on its body. A pair of Cervidae antlers3 sprout from its forehead. A stained broadsword appears in its hands4. The breaths of SCP-5925 and Dr. Angulo becomes no longer visible, indicating a rise in temperature.
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SCP-5925 laughs strenuously
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SCP-5925: You are a clever one Maria. Very sly, very naughty. To pick such an old name, one with such strict rules. And in June no less! Yes, this name does me no good. Not for another 4 months at the very least.
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The doors to the chamber open. Security personnel enter, assisting Dr. Angulo to stand. They then begin to escort Dr. Angulo out of the chamber.
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SCP-5925: May you have a merry Midsummer I suppose. And happy holidays.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-5925's form reverted after 3 days. Prior to this, it created a crown of Aquifoliaceae Ilex5 and expressed the desire to gift this item to Dr. Angulo as an apology for its behavior.
Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-5960 are held in low-risk anomalous item storage in Site-309. Disinformation Campaign 181 "Snake Oil" is to remain in effect until 99% of instances are confirmed to be within Foundation inventory. Standard recovery and amnesticization procedures are to be carried out should another Shell-Event be detected.
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PoI-6223 is currently under surveillance in Containment Cell 044. In the event that they emerge, they are to be briefly interrogated to gauge their understanding of reality, then reintegrated into society.
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Description: SCP-5960 is a beauty product sold as a revitalization cream. Notably, the sole active ingredient is peanut butter, specifically of the "chunky" variety. When applied to the skin, it produces a variety of effects, including wrinkle reduction, liver spot removal, and acne removal. It is also an effective moisturizer, hair growth stimulant, and arthritis relief option in addition to being edible and non-toxic.
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While there is only one listed active ingredient, there are several listed inactive ingredients, most of which are commonly used in non-anomalous cosmetic products. Extensive testing has yielded no conclusive results regarding which combination of ingredients is the root cause for SCP-5960's anomalous properties.
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SCP-5960 was first discovered on November 14th, 2010, when it became available at Walgreens stores in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Soon after, a series of late-night infomercials began airing, featuring SCP-5960 inventor and spokesperson Jonathan "Johnny" Webbey (designated PoI-6223). These infomercials begin with two women and PoI-6223 applying SCP-5960 to their faces and arms. There will always be a continuous shot of one of the two women displayed on screen. Throughout the showcase, several testimonials will play while PoI-6223 comments on his own experiences with unhealthy skin in his old age. After the last testimonial has aired, all participants will remove SCP-5960 to reveal that their skin has benefited from it, supplementing with before-and-after comparisons.
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PoI-6223 reportedly used a similar tactic when doing live showcases of the product, applying SCP-5960 onto his face, neck, and arms while pulling audiences members to try the product themselves. As it always guaranteed fast results, it quickly became known to the general public within two months of active distribution.
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Video Log: The following log was taken from a video interview between PoI-6223 and radio host Tom MacNamara, uploaded onto the KEUR FM YouTube channel on January 22nd, 2011.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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MacNamara: Welcome back, everyone. This is Tom and you are listening to KEUR 99.7 FM. Now, with me in the studio today, you may have heard of him and his, uh, his beauty product, "Webbey's Original Revitalizing Cream". He's been causing a lot of buzz around the internet lately, it's Mr. Johnny Webbey himself. How're you doing, Johnny?
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PoI-6223: I'm doing great, thanks for having me. How are you?
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MacNamara: Oh, I'm doing pretty good myself! I get to talk to you, after all. You're famous!
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PoI-6223: [Laughter] I don't know about that. I'm just an old man.
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MacNamara: Sure, sure, sure. Now, Mr. Webbey—
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PoI-6223: Yes.
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MacNamara: It's no doubt that you've gone "viral" on the internet—
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PoI-6223: Yesss.
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MacNamara: So tell us, how has that affected you?
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PoI-6223: I'm actually not really that bothered by it. I thought I might be, but it turns out it's good for business, and it's been very beneficial to the mission, so I welcome it. Open arms, I welcome it.
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MacNamara: That's good spirit. Now, what do you mean by "the mission"? What's the, uh, what's the goal here?
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PoI-6223: The goal in mind here is so simple, Tom: to look good! You and me, we're getting older every day, and it shows, doesn't it? It shows in your face, in your posture, in your speech, all sorts of ways. I figure that, hey, we deserve to look good in our old age, right? So, I'm doing what I can to accomplish that.
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MacNamara: Can't say I disagree. I think I speak for all of us when I say you're doing the Lord's work out there.
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PoI-6223: I'm just doing what I would want for everyone else.
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MacNamara: Sure. So, I gotta ask: a lot of people have been bringing this up online. I'm sure you've heard it by now, too. After all, when you get success like this, there's bound to be a few skeptics out there. Anyway, a lot of people have been pointing out the ingredients listed here, specifically the peanut butter… Mind explaining that?
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PoI-6223: To be honest, Tom? There's not much to explain there. It's peanut butter. Simple as that.
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MacNamara: Sure, okay, but how do you make that decision? Why peanut butter?
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PoI-6223: Funny story, actually. One day, I was making myself a PB&J sandwich — I'm more than 60 years old and I still enjoy them, believe it or not — and I had an itch on my nose. So, I scratch it. And I smear some peanut butter on my face. Well, I'm a bit of a clean freak—
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MacNamara laughs loudly.
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PoI-6223: It's true, it's true! I don't like getting too messy. So, I go to the bathroom to wash it off. I see myself in the mirror with this streak of peanut butter across my cheek and on my nose and I think, "Man, when I was a kid, I could care less about what got on my face!" One of those "Oh, to be young again" moments. And that's where I got the idea for it. I learned how to make my own peanut butter from home, figured out some of the finer stuff about cosmetics… and here we are!
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MacNamara: That's all well and good, Johnny, but that doesn't really answer my question about how the peanut butter does all this.
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PoI-6223: Ha, well, let's just say it's a company secret, then. I still got to make a living, you know.
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MacNamara: Sure, sure. And I hope you'll forgive me for laughing a bit there. I was already having a hard time taking you seriously with all that stuff on your face.
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PoI-6223: It's not a big deal. I get that a lot and I plan on getting it some more. We're still taking this out on the road and showing it to people to get the word out. I always do the demonstrations myself, too. I think it makes the customers feel a bit like they can approach you.
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MacNamara: Alright, well, thanks for coming on today, Johnny. Where can people find your product?
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PoI-6223: Just about anywhere they sell organic cosmetics. You can also buy some online at my website, "webbeys.biz".
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MacNamara: It's been a real pleasure. And for what it's worth, you don't look a day over 40.
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PoI-6223: That's the plan. Thanks for having me, Tom.
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<END LOG>
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Shell-Event 1: The first known Shell-Event occurred on February 11th, 2011, when PoI-6223 suddenly went missing. He was to attend a scheduled live showcasing of SCP-5960, but never arrived. As hired staff and PoI-6223 had stayed in separate hotels that evening, it was assumed that PoI-6223 was running late.
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At approximately 11:30 AM, hired assistant Matthew Tallhardy contacted hotel staff to check on PoI-6223. When they had attempted to contact him via phone, he did not answer, which prompted hotel staff to enter the room. All of PoI-6223's belongings were still present, along with a near empty container of SCP-5960 in the bathroom and a large pale red peanut on the bed, covered in blankets.
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The peanut, approximately 2 meters in length, was assumed to be a large prop left behind by PoI-6223 and an attempt was made to group it with the rest of his belongings. Two of the hotel staff lifted it off the bed, though it had been dropped due to the unexpected heaviness of the object. After this, witnesses present had reported they heard something similar to a child crying coming from inside the peanut.
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Emergency services were called immediately after the incident. The peanut was brought into Foundation custody by embedded personnel in local medical care facilities.
That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here.
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Item #: SCP-6012
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Object Class: Legally Uncontainable
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Special Containment Procedures: As no other containment is currently possible, all possible research should be focused on the circumvention of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133. All personnel with experience covering loopholes in Tartarean contract law are highly encouraged to contact Head Researcher Berthelot.
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The body of Jawed Yakhchal is kept in standard humanoid containment at Site-80. Medical intervention is ongoing.
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Description: SCP-6012 is the slipperiness of all known forms of ice. In accordance with Ee's Laws of Thaumic Conductivity, any magic present in water is caught in the crystalline structure caused by freezing and radiated outwards. Upon being emitted from the ice, the thaumic energy ablates the surface of the frozen solid, turning its topmost layer into a thin and slippery layer of free-floating molecules.
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Discovery of SCP-6012's effects without prior experience in thaumatology would require in-depth knowledge of fluid dynamics, particle physics, and rheology.1 With that in mind, efforts to observe and, if necessary, prevent scientific inquiry into the subject have rarely been necessary.
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It is, however, notable that every attempt to slow or mislead experimentation and research on the topic of ice's friction coefficient has failed. An investigation as to why is ongoing.
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Addendum 6012-1: Failed Containment Attempts
+The following list consists of consolidated summaries of all containment attempts regarding the research performed at Frederic Tudor Rheological Laboratories2 in Wyeth, Massachusetts.
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2013-09-09
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Remote alteration of stored data
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System did not respond to remote input.
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2013-09-12
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On-site alteration of stored data
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Computer terminal did not respond to input. Agent was unable to properly reboot its software before extraction.
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2013-09-24
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On-site alteration of stored data by skilled computer technician
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Agent was able to access the requested dataset. However, the terminal produced a loud tone, attracting civilian attention. Agent was extracted prematurely. Data was confirmed to remain intact.
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2013-10-02
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Automated monitoring of all email correspondence
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Automated monitor failed to respond and required several system reboots, deleting all recorded information in the process.
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At this point, computer-focused containment methods were halted due to continued failure. Technomantic analysis is pending.
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2013-12-19
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Sabotage of machinery
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A compromised temperature control unit was successfully delivered to the site. It has yet to affect the laboratory's results in any detrimental fashion.
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2014-02-25
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Contamination of water supply
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Shipment of laboratory-grade distilled water was replaced with commercial mineral water. Shipment was then halted due to weather.
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2014-07-29
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Infiltration
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Agent was presented to the facility as a research candidate based on mostly accurate credentials. During the initial entrance interview, however, said agent did not advance to full employment due to unforeseen anxiety in response to several rudimentary questions.
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2014-10-25
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Economic manipulation
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A Foundation shell company contacted the laboratory under the guise of a non-profit organization to inquire about philanthropic donation. Within one business day, the company's assets were frozen.
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2015-01-17
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Assassination of key researcher
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Due to Dr. George Penmynydd's history of renal cancer, personnel management experts decided that an ethylene-glycol-based solution would be the optimal method of removal. The agent responsible for dosing Dr. Penmynydd slipped and fell outside the doctor's home, requiring immediate extraction.
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2015-01-17
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Indiscriminate aerial bombing of the laboratory and surrounding region
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Containment attempt was aborted within minutes of its initiation. Head Researcher Wurtz has been relieved of duty pending psychiatric evaluation.
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Addendum 6012-2: Results of Technomantic Analysis
+Raspise Omicron, a connective technomancer on Foundation payroll, was able to identify a background process on the laboratory's servers specifically designed to subvert Foundation containment efforts. The process displayed distinct code signatures usually associated with the Tartarean Bureaucracy.
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In addition, Tx. Omicron was able to trace the process' insertion code to the IP address of Jules Jerristrait, a local paralegal. Mr. Jerristrait was brought in for questioning.
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Interview Log
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Interviewed: Jules Jerristrait
+Interviewer: Head Researcher Peter Berthelot, with Tx. Omicron3 assisting
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Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please.
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HR Berthelot: That's not necessary. We just have a few questions for you.
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Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please.
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HR Berthelot: I'm sorry, Mr. Jerristrait, I think you misunderstand—
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Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please.
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HR Berthelot: Would a lawyer be able to explain why we traced malware found on the Tudor Rheological Laboratories server to your IP address?
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A moment of silence. Mr. Jerristrait's expression does not change.
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Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please.
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Tx. Omicron: Mind if I cut in?
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HR Berthelot: Be my guest.
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TX. Omicron proceeds to speak in Tartarean Cocytus for ten minutes. Mr. Jerristrait does not react.
HR Berthelot begins to respond, but is interrupted by Mr. Jerristrait, who speaks in Cocytus for five minutes without pausing for breath.
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HR Berthelot: …and what was that?
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Tx. Omicron: Well, the first part was definitely a request for the presence of something. And the last part referred to an arbiter, I think, or some sort of mediation consultant.
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HR Berthelot: So he asked for a lawyer.
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Tx. Omicron: More…summoned one, I think.
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HR Berthelot: Hey, are you okay?
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Both interviewers turn back to Mr. Jerristrait, whose left eyeball is swelling drastically. It pops, spraying HR Berthelot5 with vitreous humor. As Mr. Jerristrait's head falls silently to the interview table, a banded red worm pushes its head out of his ruptured eyeball and coils around his neck. It faces the interviewers.
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Worm: Hello there. I am 8th-Circle Malbolgian Legal Counselor M211-Q2G7K9S2F4M9M0. I have been summoned to act as advocatus diaboli for Mephistophelistic Contract Maintenance Agent M214-1N8B8C9D1X2A0Q.
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HR Berthelot does not respond, as he is busy trying to clear vitreous humor from his eyes. Tx. Omicron starts to speak in Cocytus, but the worm interrupts with a wave of its head.
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Worm: Please, let's restrict this to Terran tongues for now. I'm sure you will agree that Cocytus does not lend itself well to succinct discussion.
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HR Berthelot: Thank god.
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Worm: May I ask what the trouble is here? My client was performing its duties well within the limitations defined in the Tartarus-Foundation Agreement of 1983. It has prioritized both secrecy and human life while fulfilling his assigned contract.
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HR Berthelot: Your client was interfering directly with containment efforts.
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Worm: As outlined in Clause 83 Sub-Clause 28B Paragraph 937 of said agreement, such interference is allowed for contracts rated between 7 and 'Essential' by three separate Anuban Contract Analysis Agents.
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HR Berthelot: Is it worth asking what ratings this contract got?
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Worm: 11, 'Notable', and 'Epsilon' are its three current designations, well within the range allowing for interference.
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HR Berthelot: What? Those are completely—
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Tx. Omicron: Okay, I would like to make a formal request for information regarding annulment procedures.
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Worm: For a contract of this status? I'm afraid the documentation of information request alone would take decades to travel through the proper channels. You would be much better off reaching out to the original party. They would have considerably more sway.
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HR Berthelot: Oh, great! Who's the original party?
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Worm: Oh, I have no clue.
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HR Berthelot sits back with an audible sigh.
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Worm: But the Ptolomaean Correspondence Official assigned to the contract will know. I am in contact with it now. It should reach out to you forthwith.
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HR Berthelot: Okay, cool. Thank you.
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The worm nods and withdraws back into Mr. Jerristrait's head.
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Following established Tartarean protocols, the remains of Mr. Jerristrait were incinerated.
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Addendum 6012-3: Correspondence
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HR Berthelot received the following email at 7:06 AM the morning after Mr. Jerristrait was interviewed.
We have enclosed an abridged reproduction of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 between the Tartarean Bureaucracy (as represented by Faustian Contract Initiation Officer M221-44Y1H686REEKWJ1) and Dr. Jawed Yakhchal, DDS. For the purpose of your records, it is worth noting that Dr. Yakhchal served on your O5 Council for an unknown period of time preceding the establishment of his contract.
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In addition, a sub-sub-clause of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 requires that I provide the following address in response to any Foundation-based queries for information:
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1806 Favorite Lane
+Iceboro, Richmond, ME 04357
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In the likely case that Dr. Yakhchal is found at this address, it would be prudent to mention that the pact ink used in the composition of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 was manufactured using approximately 16 ruach of soul6 acquired from Dr. Yakhchal. If he is still alive, his capability for conscious thought will be greatly diminished.
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We wish you the best of luck in your further inquiries into the matter.
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Your ally,
+Ptolomaean Correspondence Official M246-0J0091SQ288UT6
+Circle 9-3
+The Tartarean Bureaucracy
Using a Cocytus compiler designed by Tx. Omicron, the main clausal structure of the file provided was translated as the following:
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SIGNING PARTIES:
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Tartarean Bureaucracy (hereafter known as 'TB')
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Dr. Jawed Yakhchal, DDS (hereafter known as 'JY')
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TB agrees therein to assume the following responsibilities:
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Prevent any individuals with knowledge of the thaumaturgic nature of ice from preventing the independent discovery of said nature
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Prevent any agents working on behalf of individuals with knowledge of the thaumaturgic nature of ice from preventing the independent discovery of said nature
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Upon request for information regarding this document, cooperate fully
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Upon request for information regarding this document, provide the specific data designated for this eventuality
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JY agrees therein to assume the following responsibilities:
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Provide TB with 16.58 ruach of soul for the purpose of manufacturing pact ink and covering general operating costs
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Tx. Omicron's compiler is currently being modified to provide further detail.
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Addendum 6012-4: Retrieval
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On 2015-08-05, a retrieval team was dispatched to the address provided by the Ptolomaean Correspondence Official. Dr. Yakhchal was sitting on the porch of the property upon approach. The remains of an Otzi-1991 camera7 and its tripod were found in the bushes at the base of the structure.
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Dr. Yakhchal was transferred to Site-80, where iatromancers8 are currently attempting to reform his soul using what traces of it remain. The contents of the camera's memory are being transferred to a less volatile format.
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Addendum 6012-5: Video Log
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The following is the full transcript of the video recovered from the Otzi-1991 camera recovered along with Dr. Yakhchal.
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Observational Log Transcript
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Approximately 38 seconds of static. The image resolves to show Dr. Yakhchal, a broad, dark-skinned older man with a short moustache and black-rimmed glasses. A pair of small Tartarean entities9 stand on his shoulders. Their fingers glow a dull red as they methodically pull glowing strands of soul from Dr. Yakhchal's ears, coiling them around their waists.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I would like to apologize in advance if my…my train of thought goes a bit awry. What remains of my soul is flapping against the inside of my skull. It makes thinking…it makes thinking more taxing than usual.
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Dr. Yakhchal: This is…this is a confession, of sorts. An articulation of motive. As I doubt I am in any state to…to present my case to you, this will have to suffice.
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A few moments of silence. Dr. Yakhchal looks past the camera.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I came here out of an unshakable sense of nostalgia, I'm afraid. My first…first real job was here, on the Kennebec. 1829, when I had my own name, and a less persisting form. You can thank my degree and current position for the latter.
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Dr. Yakhchal: We would cut up the ice and float it down to storage. And from there on it would go, fighting back heat across the country. We'd feel good about that. About…about keeping the world in comfort.
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Dr. Yakhchal: And then there was the flood. And the fire. And the war. And then the refrigerator, and we were…unnecessary.
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Another moment of silence.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I should also apologize, I think, for forcing you to track me down through the Tartarean Bureaucracy. There were probably other methods of achieving this result. I chose this one out of pity.
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As he speaks, he absent-mindedly raises a hand to his left shoulder and taps the daemon standing there on the back. It hisses and attempts to bite his finger.
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Dr. Yakhchal: In the decade before they rebranded as the Bureaucracy, Hell signed a total of 78 soul contracts. They saw their own impending obsolescence and fled into a…a self-made labyrinth of paperwork and meetings and endless phone tag. In the absence of actual souls, they pulp every scrap of torment from every interaction they have like a man dying of thirst wrings the sweat from his own underpants.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I've lost the thread again, I'm afraid.
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Dr. Yakhchal: Necessary. Hell is…is torturing itself, freezing itself in place to ignore that it is no longer necessary.
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Dr. Yakhchal: Someday, the Foundation will do this as well.
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Dr. Yakhchal: On the day we signed our accord with the Princes of Hell that had ceded their swords for legal pads, I felt…I felt as though we were meeting the specters of our future. Desperate creatures in doomed roles.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I saw the Council as chancellors of a frozen people. Containers of every…every deviation from the status quo. After all, we cannot become obsolete if time does not move.
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Dr. Yakhchal: But it must flow.
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Dr. Yakhchal pauses for a minute. The Kennebec River can be heard faintly in the background over the soft silken hiss of the soul being extracted from his skull.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I do not want you to think that I have championed ice out of some…some misplaced yearning for my youth. Ee was a scientist at heart, well before she was a thaumaturgist. Her Laws of Thaumic Conductivity fit snugly within modern physics.
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Dr. Yakhchal: They will be discovered independently, and the status quo will shift just a bit. How many artifacts do we hold that will be explained by the new science? How many containment cells will be emptied?
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Dr. Yakhchal: And then…
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Dr. Yakhchal's mouth opens and closes silently for a moment. The threads gathered by the daemons on his shoulders have gotten thinner.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I…I understand how you must be feeling. There is little more terrifying to us than a natural ending.
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Dr. Yakhchal: It is human nature. We are selfish. We are vain. We must be important to someone.
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Dr. Yakhchal: But this…this opening I'm creating for mankind, to let them come out from behind the Veil into the light, it will create a better world.
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Dr. Yakhchal: You will leave your offices abandoned as magic wreathes our cities. They will protect themselves from the things we would contain.
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The two daemons hop down from Dr. Yakhchal's shoulders and walk out of frame. Strands of soul can still be seen extending from his ears, drifting gently in the breeze.
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Dr. Yakhchal: I only…I regret…I only wish I could be there. To see it.
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He smiles, and his eyes drift shut.
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Several weeks pass. Besides the change in light and the movement of small animals, nothing happens. Dr. Yakhchal remains motionless.
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After three weeks, a snowstorm produces winds strong enough to knock the camera over. The frame now captures Dr. Yakhchal's chest and face from below, with the lower half of his body obscured.
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Time passes. Small creatures occasionally take shelter under Dr. Yakhchal. His mouth has fallen open. Notably, scavengers have not yet attempted to consume his exposed flesh.
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Approximately five months after the beginning of the video, a pair of small white-and-gray birds construct a nest in Dr. Yakhchal's open mouth.10 Silver strands are visible in the structure of the nest, implying that Dr. Yakhchal's remaining soul was used in its construction.
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Two days later, the female bird has laid an unknown quantity of eggs. The male brings her food often.
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The eggs hatch after 13 days of incubation. There are six hatchlings. Both parents perch on Dr. Yakhchal's teeth to feed their children. A readout on the recording warns that the camera is low on memory.
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16 days after hatching, one of the young birds climbs to the edge of Dr. Yakhchal's mouth. As it hops out of its nest, the camera ceases recording due to lack of available memory.
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Addendum 6012-5: Relevant Correspondence
+The following email has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E.
To start, the legal team can't find anything even resembling a loophole in the contract. They're keeping at it, but at their current rate of translation, they'll be done about 10,000 years from now. It doesn't help that we don't exactly have any expert advice on the subject anymore.
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The medical team is doing a little better, but I can't say that Yakhchal will be able to help us anytime soon. Whatever patchwork soul they've got running the poor guy right now doesn't seem to allow for any sort of sapience. All we're getting out of him is birdsong.
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All in all, I'd say our biggest issue right now is morale. Even since before the thaumaturges all quit, it seemed like we were throwing ourselves against a wall that isn't moving. Like we were pinwheeling our legs out on a frozen lake, going nowhere fast.
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If Omicron's countdown website is to be believed, based on the quantity and quality of data being produced, Tudor Labs will figure it all out within the next two years. The thaumaturgy forums are calling it 'The Next Ice Age'. I can hear the immortal bastard singing from my office.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6029 is to be kept in a containment chamber at Site-43, on a steel block measuring 50cm X 50cm X 50cm. The block is suspended from the ground through the use of powerful electromagnets built into the floor and ceiling.
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The chamber is vacuum-sealed; no air is to be allowed in the chamber under any circumstances. To ensure the docility of SCP-6029, three times a day, personnel in hazmat suits must enter the chamber for feeding purposes. These personnel are to press cracked wooden boards against the block, wait for SCP-6029 to inhabit each board, then return it to the block. Personnel are strictly forbidden to make physical contact with SCP-6029. Any changes in SCP-6029's behavior are to be immediately reported to the project head.
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Note: SCP-6029 is scheduled for transfer to Area-07 on 11/30/2021
SCP-6029 is to kept in a containment chamber at Site-43, on a steel block measuring 30cm X 30cm X 30cm. The floor of the chamber is to be covered in sand with the entire layer measuring 30cm in height. Physical contact with the cube is to be performed through the use of an mechanical arm. All tests involving SCP-6029 must be screened by Dr. Duson1 before approval.
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Description: SCP-6029 is an entity resembling a fissure capable of traversing any form of solid matter, which it accomplishes by locomoting in a manner similar to a snake. SCP-6029's presence inherently damages the material it is inhabiting, creating additional fissures stemming directly from its main body. All damage will be reversed when SCP-6029 transfers to a new object. Transference requires two or more objects making physical contact with each other; separation of affected objects proves impossible during this process. Separation is only possible when SCP-6029 fully inhabits a single object. SCP-6029's existence is not limited to exterior surfaces, as it is fully capable of penetrating deep into an object's interior.
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SCP-6029 displays signs of sentience. Its passive state consists of acquiring additional fissures from other materials. When a fissure is in close proximity to SCP-6029 it will take the most direct route to the target. When inhabiting an object it will make contact with the fissure and absorb it into its main body before becoming docile. It is believed that this behavior previously functioned as a survival mechanism to maintain its form, but due to the events of (Addendum-03), it can now sustain itself indefinitely.
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SCP-6029 will enter an aggressive state when a sentient being intentionally strikes against the entity or destroys the object it is currently inhabiting. SCP-6029 will first absorb any fissures created by the assault, then make a path directly to the offending subject and attempt to attach itself to them. If successful, SCP-6029 will expand and envelop their body, remaining until expiration. SCP-6029 will then detach from the subject, and resume its passive state.
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History: SCP-6029 became known to the Foundation on 08/04/2020 when videos and internet posts began circulating online, showing it absorbing a multitude of fissures on a sidewalk in San Juan Capistrano, California. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") was deployed to the area but faced difficulty in capturing SCP-6029 due to the nature of the anomaly. MTF Epsilon-6 eventually subdued SCP-6029 by placing a fractured brick in its path, allowing it to inhabit the object and quickly inserting it into a bucket filled with sand2 from a nearby playground. All references regarding SCP-6029 were removed from the internet and all witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics.
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SCP-6029 was delivered to Site-77 after being granted SCP object status and the method MTF Epsilon-6 used on the entity was incorporated into its containment (See Archived Containment Procedures.) Upon becoming head researcher, Dr. Chet Duson commenced a series of tests to determine the extent of SCP-6029's anomalous properties.
Materials Required: One cube of putty, one cube of glass, one cube of ice, one cube of wood, one cube of stone, one cube of steel, one cube of concrete.
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Parameters: All cubes were placed on the sand of the testing containment chamber and arranged in a single horizonal column. The concrete cube was intentionally damaged to create multiple fissures and placed on one end of the column while the cube inhabited by SCP-6029 was placed on the opposite end.
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Result: SCP-6029 left the cube it inhabited. It traversed the entire column and reached the other cube, inhabiting it and absorbing the fissures as expected. SCP-6029 was able to move across the cubes composed of putty, glass, ice, and wood flawlessly. SCP-6029's rate of speed was significantly decreased while making contact with the cubes composed of stone and steel. A robotic arm quickly grasped the cube SCP-6029 inhabited and placed back into its bucket.
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Notes:It appears SCP-6029 has a harder time moving across materials that are more compact and denser. Multiple variations of this test reveal that SCP-6029 is very fond of mineral-based substances, especially metal. I believe that we can further entice SCP-6029 into submission with this in mind. —Dr. Duson
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Materials: One rectangular wall mirror.
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Parameters: The mirror was intentionally damaged by blunt force. The glass shards were arranged in the shape of the original mirror and laid on the sand of the testing chamber. A robotic arm quickly grasped the cube and placed it on the glass.
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Result: SCP-6029 transferred to the glass two seconds after making contact. While inhabiting the mirror it absorbed all cracks in the glass, effectively making the mirror whole again. SCP-6029 was enticed back into its cube and placed back into the bucket.
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Notes:SCP-6029 can potentially repair objects given if the pieces are arranged so the edges will appear as cracks or fissures. Perhaps we can possibly use SCP-6029 as a means to recycle materials/structures broken during containment breaches? It's certainly an avenue we can explore. The resources we can save with that method alone will do wonders. —Dr. Duson.
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Materials: Multiple fragments of glass, pottery, metal, cloth, wood, and stone; one mat.
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Parameters: The mat was placed on the sand of the containment chamber. The fragments were arranged closely together so they would be positioned into the rough shape of a circle. A robotic arm quickly grasped the cube and placed it on top of the circle.
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Result: SCP-6029 transferred to the fragments at moment of contact. It absorbed all the tight spaces between the fragments, fusing them into a single object. It was enticed back into the cube and placed back into its bucket.
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Notes:It appears that SCP-6029 can affect chemical bonds in a similar effect to SCP-170, with the only difference being that SCP-170 only affects the molecular level while SCP-6029 affects the atomic level. I'll request an investigation into the matter but I doubt much will come of it.
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What was interesting is that I caught it making shapes and moving around the block faster than normal after the experiment. We quickly ruled out communication as it has the mindset of a canine. Perhaps this is its way of entertaining itself? Some in my team are weary about it but I surely don't mind it. It's kind of amusing actually. —Dr. Duson
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Parameters: D-41289 was instructed to make contact with the cube and hold onto it until being ordered to place it back into the bucket.
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Result: D-41289 was hesitant but obeyed orders and grasped the cube with both hands. SCP-6029 remained motionless for three seconds before traversing D-41289's right arm. D-41289 vocalized heightened sounds of anguish as he begun to bleed profusely. D-41289 frantically attempted to remove the cube from his right hand but was incapable of doing so until SCP-6029 fully inhabited his body and disappeared underneath his sleeve.
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D-41289 tore off his shirt when he witnessed pools of blood starting to soak the material. SCP-6029 was moving sporadically within the confines of the epidermis and muscles of the torso, causing immense pain as he continued to bleed. A medical response team on standby rushed into the chamber carrying a replacement cube. The team ordered D-41289 to make physical contact with the cube; he complied. SCP-6029 transferred to the replacement cube, absorbing the fissures already on it. D-41289 lost consciousness and was taken to the medical bay. Test prematurely cancelled.
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Notes:Too messy for my tastes, but luckily the D-class survived. It was revealed that D-41289 had a kidney transplant prior to acquisition but the nurses confirmed that the surgical scars were nowhere to be found. What matters is that flesh can host SCP-6029. From this point forward any future physical contact with SCP-6029 is strictly forbidden. Shame, I was hoping SCP-6029 could be used as a healing remedy. —Dr. Duson
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Materials Required: D-90939; one mallet and one chisel.
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Parameters: The cube was removed from the bucket and placed on the sand of the containment chamber. D-90939 was ordered to use the mallet and chisel he was provided to extract samples from the cube.
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Result: D-90939 obeyed instructions and began the extraction. D-90939 hammered the chisel directly on SCP-6029. SCP-6029 immediately entered an aggressive state and traversed to D-90939 using the chisel as a conduit. D-90939 panicked as SCP-6029 enveloped his entire body causing immense pain and major blood loss before collapsing. The medical team arrived but was greeted with D-90939's body violently separating, coating them and the containment chamber in an abundant amount of blood. Several members of the team suffered injuries and required medical attention. SCP-6029 was later found inhabiting D-90939's left foot and was placed back into containment.
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Notes:It took the janitors weeks the clean all the gunk from the chamber. We need to be careful in our approach to the handling of SCP-6029. I cannot stress that enough, that poor kid exploded over the walls like a grenade.
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Although tragic, this test does reveal another factor we haven't considered yet. I know that we don't exactly allow anomalies into the field anymore but SCP-6029's unique method of attack could prove useful against anomalies that are highly durable, and it doesn't seem like it can be 'killed' in the traditional sense either. With more experimentation I could shape SCP-6029 into a great asset under those circumstances. Good thing we got to it first, I would hate to see what our enemies would do to it given the chance. —Dr. Duson
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After 7 months of successful containment of SCP-6029, Site-77 experienced a major earthquake. Though no personnel were lost, SCP-6029 was freed from its containment chamber, escaped Site-77 and disappeared into a nearby forest. It was designated a moderate-level search priority after lockdown was lifted.
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Addendum-01, Diplomatic Issues: SCP-6029 resurfaced two months later within Rome, Italy after reports emerged of it absorbing various fissures within the Colosseum. SCP-6029 was contained and transferred to Site-43 due to it possessing advanced earthquake-resistant architecture. Dr. Duson also transferred to Site-43 to resume his research on the entity.
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Several days later, a representative of the Council of 108 from the Global Occult Coalition contacted the Foundation regarding concerns they wished to discuss in private. A meeting was scheduled with both parties in hopes that an agreement could be reached on the issue at hand.
Present: Chet Duson (SCP-6029 Research Head), Allan J. McInnis (Site-43 Director), O5-83, Daniel Burchard (108 Council Member), Cameron Delong (Burchard's personal body guard.)
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Dr. Duson: Alright, looks like we're all here. Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Burchard. I hoped the flight here wasn't too ba—
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Burchard: Wipe off the smile. We're not in the mood. [Dr. Duson's eye twitches for a moment before returning to normal.]
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Delong: We have a meeting with the other 108s later today. It'll be best if we speed this along.
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O5-8: I understand, councilmember, although I am perplexed. The 108 doesn't like requesting meetings with us in person, much less on short notice. What's the occasion?
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Burchard: Oh, nothing much. We just need you to hand over the crack.
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Dr. Duson: Excuse me?!
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Burchard: Don't you play dumb. That crack that can move by itself? We know you contained it. We were trying to corner it in Italy but we found out later you beat us to the punch. Trust me, it'll be better for everyone involved if you'll allow us to take it off your hands.
Delong: Exactly. We're only here to collect what's owed. Wholly in our custody, not the hybrid Sites5.
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Director McInnis: Hold on. I believe your organization had prior contact with the anomaly, but I feel there is more to this than you're letting on. Like O5-8 said, the 108 don't attend this sort of meeting.
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[Burchard frowns and gestures to Delong. Delong sets a briefcase on the table, opens it and pushes several documents towards Dr. Duson and Director McInnis.]
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Burchard: We first established contact with KTE-6220-Quake, the crack, around mid-January. We had trouble engaging it on the spot so we decided to capture it and send it over to one of our facilities in Europe. We hypothesized if we had it fully infect a piece of flammable material and incinerated it, it would be liquidated. But of course that would've been too easy.
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[McInnis picks up a document and quickly scans through its contents.]
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Director McInnis: …There were casualties.
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Delong: Nineteen to be exact, with five of them being high-ranking generals who were at the wrong place at the wrong time. That would be tragic enough without counting the handful of injured soldiers and damage costs.
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Burchard: I'll simplify things, since you're having trouble grasping. The council is pissed, and so am I. This anomaly is more trouble than it's worth alive, even by your standards. I don't know why this needs to be discussed further. You agreed to the policy — you don't own it.
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Dr. Duson: Actually, councilmember. As a matter of fact, we do! We contained SCP-6029 late last year.
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Burchard: Oh… is that so?
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Dr. Duson: I can prove it. Just wait right here.
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[Dr. Duson excuses himself and exits the conference room. He returns with the documentation for SCP-6029 and hands it to Burchard and Delong. Burchard shows signs of amusement as he continues to read the documents.]
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Burchard: So I was wrong after all, how rare. Wow… I can tell you put in a lot of research and dedication to this. It's very descriptive.
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Dr. Duson: Well, we do hire the best of the best.
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Burchard: Mm-hmm. It says here that you had to transfer the anomaly to a different Site?
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Dr. Duson: Um… yes, the original Site was not adequate to store SCP-6029. It was somewhat old, you see.
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Burchard: I see… so what you're telling me is that due to your oversight you allowed KTE-6220-Quake to escape, potentially causing untold amounts of death and destruction? Actually… it kind of already did, didn't it?
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Dr. Duson: What? I… no, it happened outside of our control. The earthquake-
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Burchard: Are you telling me that the best of the best that the Foundation has to offer got outdone by a mere earthquake? That's interesting. I find that very interesting, and I'm willing to bet that the 108 would feel the same way as well. [Delong reads the documents and sets them down in disbelief.]
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Delong: I don't know sir, this is more complicated than we thought. Maybe we should do joint-custody instead? I don't think—
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[Burchard glares at Delong, then looks to his wrist watch and sighs. Delong takes a glance at the watch, then turns to Director McInnis.]
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Delong: Look, I'm sure none of us want to rock the boat. We can easily solve this with a couple of signatures and it'll be a done deal.
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Director McInnis: And what would happen if, for whatever reason, this deal falls through?
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Burchard: On your part? In that case I believe it would be best for the Coalition to seriously reconsider any further cooperation with the Foundation from now on. I know certainly the U.S. government would welcome us with open arms after that little incident in Cuba, but I digress. I would love to stay and chat, really I would, but we got a plane to catch. I expect you'll be ready to contact us when you've made the right choice. Bye.
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Dr. Duson: I can't believe the nerve of that scumbag! Are we really going to let that slide? He was practically threatening us. I'd love to cooperatively shove my foot up his ass! 'Too dangerous for our standards'? He can go-
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Director McInnis: Let it go, Duson. It's not worth getting upset over. So… what do you think?
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Dr. Duson: But sir! My team and I have made extraordinary progress on SCP-6029. You saw my findings— think of the applications: repairing broken materials, using it as a process for decommissioning of extremely dangerous anomalies, I was going to see how it was going to react to thaumaturgy! Are we just going to cave to them without even putting up a fight?
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Director McInnis: This is not a fight that would end well for us. We haven't been doing so well in recent years, in terms of global influence. The last thing we need is to drive more of our 'friends' away.
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O5-8: Exactly. This is a matter of stability. I know Burchard personally, he has immense influence in the 108. I imagine it wouldn't be that hard to twist the narrative against us, especially when it concerns one of their own. We will send you the results of the vote soon. Keep up the good work. [O5-8 signs off, Dr. Duson presses his face into his hands.]
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Dr. Duson: I cannot believe this… all that research, gone up in smoke because of a damn earthquake. If only we had sent it here in the first place. Goddamn GOC.
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Director McInnis: Nothing we can do about it, Dr. Duson. Now, I hear they've finally brought SCP-458 to the cafeteria. Best we go there before they ship it out again. Staff can take as many slices as they want.
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Following the conclusion of the meeting, O5-8 brought the SCP-6029 issue concerning to the rest of the O5 Council. After much deliberation, it was decided by a vote of 7-4 on 05/27/2021 that the transference of SCP-6029 from the Foundation to GOC custody be approved. Dr. Duson expressed extreme dismay over this decision, citing the potential research opportunities, but ultimately allowed custody to be revoked after carrying out the final preparations for transfer. Daniel Burchard was pleased with the decision and reminded the Foundation that they were forbidden to interfere further with matters related to SCP-6029 under threat of severe penalties.
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Addendum-02, Escalation: The GOC proceeded with destruction of SCP-6029 via dissolution in acid at an undisclosed facility. Before destruction could be carried out, SCP-6029 shattered the copper block it was inhabiting on its own initiative and the pieces made contact with the floor. SCP-6029 left the remnants of the block and receded into the lower levels of the facility, eventually escaping underground. Daniel Burchard was infuriated with the loss of SCP-6029 and severely disciplined all involved GOC personnel.
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SCP-6029 subsequently re-emerged in various European nations, attempting to acquire fissures, but was frequently interrupted by GOC forces attempting to capture and/or terminate it. These termination methods often involved physically destroying the material SCP-6029 was inhabiting. Eventually SCP-6029 went into hiding and became inactive for a short period of time.
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On 08/02/2021, it preemptively attacked a group of GOC operatives who were in the process of launching a raid against a Serpent's Hand hideout. Video footage and witness testimony suggested that SCP-6029 waited for the operatives to arrive, then ambushed them while distracted by the firefight, killing the majority before receding into the ground.
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Since this incident, SCP-6029 has demonstrated a new variant of its aggressive behavior. SCP-6029 has become highly active, producing a series of attacks on individuals and locations associated with the GOC at an increasing and alarming rate. SCP-6029's anomalous capabilities were also expanding incrementally during this period of time, with the primary changes being the entity's increase in size and the eventual independence from subsistence from absorbing other fissures. Below is a partial list of all known or suspected attacks by SCP-6029.
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08/07/2021
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Paris, France
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Several individuals were found dead within the top floor of the █████ ██████ Hotel. The injuries inflicted matched those caused by SCP-6029. It was later discovered that the victims were off-duty GOC agents who had been renting the room until they were granted permission to leave the country. The witness who first came to the scene, a maid, claimed she entered their room upon hearing frantic screaming coming from inside. Before entering, the witness also claimed she saw the walls becoming cracked before repairing themselves. The maid was administered amnestics and all evidence was cleaned up by the GOC under the pretense of a police investigation.
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08/29/2021
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A GOC military bunker became subject to attack during the night, when most of the operatives were asleep. SCP-6029 killed thirty-two operatives in total before the base's alarm was activated. Witnesses claimed SCP-6029 traveled up each of the bunk beds and onto the bodies of the sleeping operatives. Unlike most encounters, SCP-6029 killed them in a subtle manner, silently positioning itself across their necks, causing all blood vessels to be lacerated leading to death from exsanguination. SCP-6029 also disconnected the upper spinal column, resulting in its victims becoming immobilized during this process. Unable to escape through the main entrance due to SCP-6029 fusing the door to the wall, the operatives broke the windows and jumped down two stories above. SCP-6029 tried to follow the operatives but was forced to flee when additional GOC forces arrived. Subsequently, SCP-6029's threat-level was increased by the GOC and they diverted significant resources towards its termination.
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09/18/2021
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Darwin, Australia
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A commercial truck owned by the GOC had its wheels spontaneously burst during travel on a toll road before a section of the road broke off, causing the truck to fall from a large cliff. The sole function of the truck was to deliver needed supplies to a nearby facility. It was noted that SCP-6029 had a consistent preference for staying close to the ground since this date.
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10/04/2021
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Bago, Myanmar
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A meeting between high-level government officials and GOC representatives was interrupted by the appearance of SCP-6029. SCP-6029 killed the representatives with minor injuries to the officials. This caused relations between the Myanmar government and the GOC to deteriorate and it was found that SCP-6029's size had grown exponentially as well. The GOC promptly designated SCP-6029 as a high-level threat and diverted abundant resources against the entity.
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10/15/2021
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Jeonju, South Korea
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After SCP-6029 was ranked top ten of the GOC's priority list, Daniel Burchard presented a new proposal for its termination. This proposal detailed the use of an experimental task force consisting of proficient reality benders conditioned through the use of extensive amnestic treatment and reconditioning, and outfitted with miniature explosives sown into their chest in case of rebellion. This task force was deployed upon receiving reports that SCP-6029 was in South Korea. The task force located SCP-6029 and attempted to terminate it using their reality bending capabilities. The attack failed and SCP-6029 killed a significant portion of the task force before escaping. Since then, SCP-6029 became resistant to hume-altering effects. Furthermore, SCP-6029 was able to spread its mass through the air. Fortunately, it has not yet been seen to be able to cross fully into gaseous matter.
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10/17/2021
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New York City, United States
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Addendum-03, Cooperation: On 10/17/2021, the Headquarters of the United Nations violently collapsed into a sinkhole without warning. Firefighters and construction crews were mobilized to rescue any survivors trapped in the rubble, but none were found to be alive6. The Global Occult Coalition used an extensive cover story of a terrorist attack to take account for the destruction of the building. Shortly after this incident, the Foundation received an message from a GOC representative requesting an emergency meeting with all previous liaisons present. This request was accepted, and the meeting was held at Site-43.
[Director McInnis is observing reports on the table. Dr. Duson is watching the television monitor, leaning forward in his chair.]
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Reporter:Construction crews are working tirelessly to rescue any survivors trapped inside. As of now, the current death toll has risen above three thousand. The United Nations has expressed extreme dismay over—
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Director McInnis: Can you turn that off? It's not making my work any easier.
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[Dr. Duson's concentration is disrupted and he switches off the monitor with a remote.]
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Dr. Duson: Sorry. It's just… this is unbelievable.
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Director McInnis: It must be, if you keep watching the same news cycle over and over again.
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Dr. Duson: No, I mean… am I the only one that isn't brushing this off? The GOC. The one organization people keep going on about, how 'they're going to kick our teeth in' one day, getting their own stomped in? It's like an car wreck that compels you to watch. It's incredible. It's honestly incredible.
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Director McInnis: Sounds like you were hoping this would happen.
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Dr. Duson: What?! No, I… I'm just surprised, is all. I mean, sure I was peeved when they took my skip and research away… and yes, I was amused when the reports came of 6029 attacking them, but… I just wanted to stay in the loop, you know. I mean, it only makes sense right? I was the head researcher after all.
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Director McInnis: …Really?
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Dr. Duson: Look, the point is that we need to move forward. Speaking on the same matter, how is this going to affect things long-term? With all this, uh… destruction going on, I would imagine it'll change a lot of things. I hope for our sake its for the best.
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O5-8: Since the power and influence of the GOC has diminished considerably, nations and organizations which had formerly supported them are now directing their attention towards us. Not to mention the fact that our budget has been increased.
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Dr. Duson: Really?! I mean… that is something, I must say. It's one thing to lose big, but to have the dynamics of our relationship flip so dramatically… very interesting, if I do say so myself—
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Director McInnis:Duson.
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Dr. Duson: —speaking of relationships, where is the representative? Shouldn't they be here right now?
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O5-8: I've been notified they've just arrived at the Site. They'll be here momentarily.
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[After a period of ten minutes, the door opens. Cameron Delong enters the room.]
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Dr. Duson: Delong?
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Delong: In the flesh. [Delong sits at the table and rests his briefcase on the table.] Sorry I was late. Things have been stressful back home if you can believe it.
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Director McInnis: I can imagine so.
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Delong: Yeah. It's been very hard.
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O5-8: A pleasure to meet you once again, Mr. Delong. May I ask where your employer is? I was expecting him to be here with you.
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Delong: You mean Burchard? Yeah… he's dead.
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Dr. Duson: What? He's dead? Daniel Burchard. Council member of the 108… dead? How?
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Delong: You seen the news recently?
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Director McInnis: Was he at the U.N. when it happened? [Delong nods.]
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Delong: From what I understand, they were going to start an emergency meeting on the subject of the crack. They were basically trying to see what sticks, and what ideas to cross out. Burchard hadn't gotten much sleep, and asked me to get him a coffee and pastries because he hated the ones we served. I was driving back, I heard a crash, and I saw dust over the horizon. Then I got the call… suffice to say… I don't think you'll be able to contact the 108. Ever again.
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O5-8: The council of 108 are dead? Are you certain of this?
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Delong: Since KTE-6220-Quake became erratic, it's been mandatory for all council members and high ranking officials to wear sensors that record their vital signs at all times. The 108s went silent in less than five minutes, including Under-Secretary-General Al Fine. They believed the crack damaged much of the earth under the building slowly overtime, and afterwards it most likely went through the rubble to find who was left.
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[Dr. Duson's mouth begins to twitch upwards. Director McInnis turns to look at Dr. Duson; the latter affects a more neutral expression. Director McInnis clenches his pen firmly.]
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Delong: To think I would have joined them if it weren't for the crappy food.
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O5-8: Mr. Delong. What is the purpose of your visit?
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Delong: I… wanted to talk things out. See where the wind is blowing. I'm… here in hopes I can… [Delong sighs.] Maybe get more information on the crack… maybe see if we can reverse the agreement? I'm open to a lot of things at this point.
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Director McInnis: Your superiors wish to reverse the agreement?
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Delong: They're… more open to the idea nowadays.
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Dr. Duson: So… SCP-6029 will be transferred back to us and I'll have full research rights? I'm fully supportive of the idea, I feel confident it'll be secure in our hands again—
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Delong: No… no. They want to transfer it to a hybrid site. Joint ownership.
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Dr. Duson: But… the GOC has already suffered major losses. Why spend more of it to watch—
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Delong: —The GOC is not letting that thing out of its sight. After all the damage that has been done, the machines we could have used to further scientific progress and save lives, the lives it has taken… [Delong shudders, pressing his nails against the table.] Just to shrug it off and say 'whatever' and go back to business as normal? If that's the general direction of where we're going, I'll be leaving immediately. I don't care if this thing ends up liquidated or contained forever. All we want is this thing to stop coming after us, and we want to make sure that will come to fruition. Front. Row. Seat. All we ask is… maybe… we can just let bygones be bygones and get back to what's important. Too much has gone wrong already.
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Director McInnis: …That can be arranged.
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Dr. Duson: What?
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O5-8: I happen to be of the same mindset as well. Do the honors, Director McInnis.
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[Delong slides some documents to Director McInnis, who begins to sign them. Dr. Duson expresses shock.]
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Director McInnis: All signed on our behalf. When can we expect a response?
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Delong: Relatively soon. I'm sure it will be quick. When I get the green light, I'll send word back to you and we'll be able to discuss this further right here. [Delong points to a document. Director McInnis reads it.]
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Director McInnis: A hybrid Site in Brazil?
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Delong: It's far enough from the U.S. and that thing has never attacked a hybrid Site before. It's also by the ocean so we can hop on a boat if worse comes to worse. My services are needed there, so I'll be gone after we're done here. Is there anything you want to add before we close this off?
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Director McInnis: One more thing, actually. It says in your documents here that… [Director McInnis examines a single document closely, appearing highly confused.] SCP-6029 has a thaumaturgic signature on it? Why is that?
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Delong: Your guess is good as mine. We certainly didn't put it there. We only noticed when it accidentally came into contact with one of our scanners. Your people didn't catch that the first time?
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Director McInnis: …It wasn't there the first time.
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Delong: Another mystery we don't have the time for… wonderful.[Delong sighs.] Anything else?
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O5-8: No, we're satisfied.
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Delong: Then I'll be taking my leave. I hope to see you gentlemen soon. Goodbye.
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[Delong exits the conference room and O5-8 signs off. As Director McInnis organizes the documents, Dr. Duson scowls. He turns to leave.]
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Director McInnis: You have a problem with joint containment?
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Dr. Duson: Pardon?
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Director McInnis: When we agreed to do joint containment, you were shocked… why?
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Dr. Duson: I figured… after all this time they'd want nothing more to do with that crack. It shocks me how persistent they can be sometimes but I'm not surprised. I kind of expected this actually. It's frustrating.
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Director McInnis: …Is that the only reason?
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Dr. Duson: I just think that… maybe we should have defined the terms of this new contract a bit better… that's all. Is there a problem, director?
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Director McInnis: …Right now. No.
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Dr. Duson: Well if that's all you need, I'll be heading back to the office. I have plenty of work that needs to be done. I'll see you later?
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Director McInnis: Alright… I'll see you soon.
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[Dr. Duson exits the conference room. Director McInnis begins to follows, stops and turns back to the desk. He looks to the hallway again before sitting down and pulling out a new document from a filing cabinet. He begins writing new orders.]
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The next day, Area-07 established contact with SCP-6029. More than half of on-site personnel were killed in the ensuing attack by the entity, including Cameron Delong. A review of security footage and witness testimony confirmed that SCP-6029 was avoiding causing harm, both directly and indirectly, to Foundation personnel.
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After receiving these news, Director McInnis ordered an investigation into all matters relating to SCP-6029. All research and documents were thoroughly examined and former personnel who had previously worked with SCP-6029 were monitored. The investigation was completed in less than a day.
[Director McInnis is working on the computer in his office until a knocking is heard on his door. He hastily finishes his message before turning the monitor away from the entrance.]
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Director McInnis: Come in.
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[Dr. Duson enters the office, visibly excited. Director McInnis gestures him to his seat. Dr. Duson sits and places a paper bag on the desk.]
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Dr. Duson: Good morning, director. Thought I would surprise you with some pastries from the cafeteria. I would have gotten you some pizza but they already sent 458 out of the Site. Quite a shame if I do say so myself
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Director McInnis: Yes, it's such a shame. Thanks for the gift. You know why I called you here, correct?
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Dr. Duson: Yes sir. I saw the email. You're promoting me? [Director McInnis nods with a smile. His right fist clenches slightly.]
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Director McInnis: That is correct, Dr. Duson. We're satisfied with all your the hard work. What do you think?
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Dr. Duson: It's… It's an honor, director. I… I… god I don't know what to say. [Dr. Duson smiles.]
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Director McInnis: It's quite alright, Dr. Duson. I understand. I know it's a big change but believe me, it's for the better. Now in terms of your promotion, do you prefer being D-Class or worm food?
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Dr. Duson: Eh? [Dr. Duson's smile falters.]
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Director McInnis: D-Class… or worm food? We don't have all day, Duson. You'll want to sit down for this.
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Dr. Duson: Ok, now let's just settle down-
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[Dr. Duson rises out of his seat. Director McInnis pulls out his service weapon from under the desk and points it at him.]
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Director McInnis: I said. Sit. Down. Duson. You can come in now.
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[Multiple Foundation guards enter the office, all weapons trained on Dr. Duson. Dr. Duson sits back in the chair in disbelief.]
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Dr. Duson: What the— What the fuck?! This is…. McInnis! Why—
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Director McInnis: You know why, Duson. Don't make this harder than it has to be.
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Dr. Duson: Director! Please for god's sake! This is a mistake! I don't-
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Director McInnis: Don't play dumb, Duson. You know I hate that. Did you think we wouldn't find out? It really pains me to believe you think we're that naïve after all this time.
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[Director McInnis types on his keyboard before showing the monitor to Dr. Duson. A camera view is displaying an overhead view of Dr. Duson sitting in his office, patiently twiddling his fingers. SCP-6029 emerges from the floor, remaining still. Dr. Duson turns and sees SCP-6029. He quickly moves away from his desk and locks the door. He then reaches into his desk and pulls out a pack of flash cards and a plastic bag of shredded printer paper taped underneath. Dr. Duson approaches SCP-6029.]
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Dr. Duson:Finally. Let's see how you did.
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Dr. Duson: How-
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Director McInnis: Cameras are getting smaller and smaller these days. Just keep watching.
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[The footage shows Dr. Duson spreading the shredded paper around SCP-6029 in the form of a thaumaturgic circle. After the circle is completed, he shuffles the flash cards before reciting what was written. A faint line of green light connects from SCP-6029 to Dr. Duson's forehead. Dr. Duson smiles.]
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Dr. Duson:Finally! Thanks for getting rid of that asshole, Quake. I wish I could give you a bone right now, but there's still much work to do. Go sic'em… good boy.
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[Dr. Duson shuffles the flash cards again, removing a single card from the pack and recites once more. The circle glows a bright green hue before dissipating. SCP-6029 sinks into the ground then disappears. Dr. Duson gathers a dust pan and pours the paper back into the bag. He then tapes back the bag and flash cards under the desk and resumes his work. The monitor pauses. Dr. Duson is sweating.]
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Dr. Duson: Now, now hear me out—
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Director McInnis: I heard enough. Creating a makeshift ritual circle right under our noses was pretty clever I must admit. But writing and keeping not only the spells, but all locations of every known GOC property in your office? Now that is disappointing.
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[Dr. Duson remains silent. Director McInnis pulls the monitor towards himself and types.]
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Director McInnis: You used many spells, but only three caught my eye. The first one allows the augmentation of anomalous properties. The second allows the reading of the minds of animals and the last makes animals obey your commands with bits of Spiti-Class thaumaturgy sprinkled in between. The latter two don't work on many anomalies but since SCP-6029 has a mind similar to an animal… you've been making it stronger each time. Your own personal attack dog.
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[Dr. Duson is silent and is taking in slow deep breaths.]
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Director McInnis: You planned this from the start? Ever since those final preparations?
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Dr. Duson: I only had SCP-6029 come back to me after escaping, then do some reconnaissance work. It was going to end there, but then I realized the deal we were coerced into. The danger we were in. Then I also realized what SCP-6029 could do… that's when the plan changed.
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Director McInnis: Hundreds of men torn apart without mercy. Equipment and knowledge potentially lost forever, very important mind you. You stained our hands with blood… Do you have the faintest idea of what you have done? Do you even care?
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Dr. Duson: I did what was necessary! We were losing to them! If things had continued the way they had been we'd be fucked! It was a matter of stability, simple as that. It was for the greater good!
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Director McInnis: Yes, your 'greater good.' Not the world's good. Not the good of the families you've ruined. And certainly not the Foundation's. If it was for the greater good, you wouldn't have tried to hide it in the first place. You pulled a Doctor Dan, only sloppier and more vicious.
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Dr. Duson: Dr. Dan killed innocents because of a monster that could be easily contained! The GOC was going to come after us sooner or later, they want to destroy us like the Hand or the Insurgency. It was a matter of survival! Why can't you see I was doing the Foundation a favor?! They were the enemy!
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Director McInnis: No… you were upset because your pet project was taken from you. You couldn't handle it and you decided to do the unthinkable. The GOC are not our enemies, they're our competitors. The difference is meaningful, Duson. Because of you, the world is less safe: anomalies that could have been easily taken down have more free rein. Everyone is more vulnerable than ever. All because of you.
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Dr. Duson: …The Foundation hates the GOC.
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Director McInnis: Not this much. We're two sides of the same coin. It's the way things are. Duson… you have committed treason.
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Dr. Duson: The hell I have! You know how much potential research those bastards have destroyed that could have bettered mankind?! The chair that was thrown down the woodchipper! How about the cute ship couple they ruthlessly murdered! Don't even get me started on Site-13! The people they poisoned against us! How they gloated in our faces! You're saying Burchard was innocent?
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Director McInnis: Compared to you? Yes. You're making excuses at this point. All those scenarios… they were caused by different people in charge and that last one happened in a different dimension entirely. Every group has their bad apples, they're not a hive mind, Duson. We're no exception.
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Dr. Duson: Bullshit! That apple tree was rotten to the core! And you have the gall to call me traitor!? Fuck that! You deserved that title! They deserved every thing that happened and you should be lumped with that 'group' you piece of shi-
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[Dr. Duson rises from his seat and quickly lunges towards Director McInnis desk. Several guards fire their tasers. Dr. Duson cries out in pain as he collapses to the floor. Two guards approach, pull him up to his feet and handcuff him. Director McInnis calmly puts the handgun away.]
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Director McInnis: The O5 Council disagrees. In fact, they already voted on your fate. We'd considered giving you the Dr. Dan treatment. But… considering that this is your mess it's only fair that you'll be the one to fix it.
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Dr. Duson: F-Fix?!
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Director McInnis: You are going to be our very special gift basket to the GOC. We can't tell them the exact reason why of course, that would destroy any remaining bridges. Outside of Burchard and Delong, no one in the GOC knows who you are. But they'll soon learn you're Charlie Darren, a member of the Serpent's Hand that went rogue and thought they could burn the bookburners without getting scorched themselves. We'll have to fabricate some things but I imagine that won't be any trouble for us at all.
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Dr. Duson: No! Come on, this isn't right! This isn't justice! This… oh fuck! No! Dammit McInnis you know me!
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Director McInnis: I knew you. Congratulations on your promotion to the wall of shame, Duson. I hope it was worth it. Alright, you can take him to transport now.
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Dr. Duson: No! No! Let me go! Think what you're doing here! It was for the safety for the Foundation! It had to be done! Ow! Fuck! Stop it! No! McInnis! Please! Give me a second chance! Please! I swear to god… PLEASE!
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[Dr. Duson is dragged out of Director McInnis' office with heavy resistance. His shouting continues to be audible until the door closes. Director McInnis looks at the paper bag sitting on the desk and places it into the trash. Director McInnis then covers his face with his hand and shakes his head.]
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After his conviction, Dr. Duson's memory was altered via Class-F amnestics and reconditioning. Documents were also fabricated to support Dr. Duson's involvement and occlude his ties with the Foundation. The GOC praised the Foundation for their efforts and invited multiple representatives to Dr. Duson's capital punishment. Dr. Duson continued to proclaim his innocence and attempt to shift blame before being hanged on 11/10/2021. SCP-6029 was captured and all thaumaturgic influence was removed, it returned to its former size but retained all augmentations. SCP-6029 was then recontained at Site-43, and no breach in containment has been reported since.
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Due to the increased need for safeguards against the anomalous, the Foundation diverted a sizeable amount of its resources to the GOC for the goal of building their organization back to maximum self-sufficiency. The GOC is projected to regain half of its former influence by 2025. SCP-6029 is scheduled for transfer to the newly remodeled Area-07 on 11/30/2021 on the direct order of Director McInnis, gaining further praise from the GOC and opening the door to further cooperation between both parties.
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As the time of writing, tensions between the Foundation and the GOC are at an all-time low.
The soil around me has been forced into my lungs. I cannot breathe; fungal colonies have sprouted within my bones, their spores are infecting my flesh, my every organ.
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( Will Wood & The Tapeworms - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6160 has been acquired by the SCP Foundation, and all doors have been securely locked. No personnel are permitted to enter SCP-6160 under any circumstances. The guest bedroom door and the basement have been sealed shut with concrete.
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Description: SCP-6160 is a two-story residential home located in Hexgan, Nevada. Although the property itself does not showcase inherent anomalous properties, it has been documented as being a hotspot for non-descriptive1 anomalous phenomena to occur.
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SCP-6160's non-descriptive anomalous properties manifested shortly following the purchase of its residing property by its owner, Agatha Blythe. Beneath SCP-6160 is an underground tunnel believed to extend several kilometers into the earth. The full extent of SCP-6160 has not been measured, as all personnel who enter it are eventually lost.
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The corpse of Agatha Blythe was found near the entrance of the basement. Her body exhibited signs of extreme weakness, malnutrition, and dehydration, suggesting death via continuous, non-stop overexertion.
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The initial investigation of her death by authorities led to the discovery of the tunnel system beneath SCP-6160. After several officers were lost, Foundation agents embedded within law enforcement reported the anomaly, prompting the implementation of containment procedures.
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Agatha Blythe's mobile device contained several dozen audio files, many shared with her close family. Notable excerpts have been listed below, having been scanned and cleaned by both the Department of Infohazards and the Department of Tactical Theology.
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05/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
+…….11:23lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaTactical Theology
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Hey mom! Got that new place we were talking about. I know you've been annoying me about my old neighborhood, so I finally managed to move out.
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+Yeah, it's not exactly in the best state. But, I see a boatload of potential that more than makes up for it!
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+It's two bedrooms, one bathroom. Then obviously the kitchen, living room/dining room area, backyard, and a pretty big lawn!
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+It's perfect. No idea why the previous owners sold it. Again, great neighborhood, a bit spacious, and not that far of a walk from the store.
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+Gotta be ghosts. (Laughs) It's always ghosts.
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08/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
+…….13:19lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaTactical Theology
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Hey mom, it's me again. After a week of my own renovation, I finally managed to make the kitchen look great, the wallpaper you suggested really makes it pop.
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+After that, I went ahead and cleaned up the bathroom, and then started on the basement. This damn- darn place was neglected for way too long, the drywall is chipping, some of the floorboards in the guest bedroom are dented.
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+Place used to have some bad termites. Remind me to replace everything in the guest bedroom. Looks like a tornado went through. Talk to you later, love you.
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09/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Christ almighty. The past tenants really messed this place up. Carved some stuff into the floor, had a ton of wooden figures, which, I just want to say, look really valuable to just leave behind, and this incredibly gross looking meat pile, I'm gonna send a pic real quick…
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+There we go.2 It felt super fleshy, almost made me throw up. Picked it up with some gloves, then immediately chucked it in the bin. I would've called you earlier, but… yeah, you know why.
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+If people did actually think there were ghosts here, I might have to actually hire a priest. Even through my gloves, it felt just… gross. Disgusting. Washing this place to hell and back.
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12/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Me again, went ahead and finished up the bedroom. Found this book under it, the last people who lived here were absolute lunatics, I tell you.
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+Tossed it in the trash as well, tied up that bag and chucked it into the dumpster without a second thought. I'm not a skeptic, but it's like… you know? Just weird. Just weird.
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+Contacted the dudes who sold it to me, they can't tell me about the last people who live here. Either they can't, or they don't want to admit they had a bunch of crackheads in this place until I came along. Hope that I scared them off.
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13/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Uh, hey mom… alright, so… I had a weird dream last night, and I'm sending this to you right as I woke up, can't remember it but I just heard something.
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+I can't remember what it said, but I just… felt it, you know? Like… (Pause) I don't know. I don't know…
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+Hope that I'm not losing my mind… I need to get my carbon monoxide detectors checked, Christ.
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16/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Probably was just a weird fever dream, I didn't hear anything last night, which is certainly a low bar.
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+In other news, uh… I went down into the basement again, realized I have so little room, and the walls are incredibly thin. Got some approval to extend it. Even if I've got another two years until that degree with engineering finishes, I'll be sure to put what I have to use.
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+Didn't actually tell you about the dream, it's starting to come back a bit.
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+It was uh, dark. Dark, wet, and… some part about it just broke me to my core. I think I was… somewhere? How on earth do I describe an emotion…
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20/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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After chipping away from the walls, I heard that damn voice again. It felt like it was so weak, I couldn't help but feel bad for it. I can barely remember what it looked like, though. Maybe I'll take some lucid dreaming exercises…
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+I'm planning on working upstairs some more, but as it turns out extending a basement is a lot of work. Will keep you updated.
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23/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Oh god, oh god… I heard it, it was what I wanted, but… but… it felt so real.
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+I… I was sitting, in… in a cave. It was so dark and damp, only light was a single, dying lamp. I saw it standing right in front of me; it was a rotting, dirtied corpse. thinking about it still makes me want to throw up. Worms were writhing out of its face and arms, god… I saw holes in its skin and legs, peeling away and filled with soil. Before I could even say anything it spoke to me, I swear I can still hear it ringing through my head.
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+"Every waking hour, bugs, worms, all sorts of pests crawl into my every orifice and chew away at my flesh. When they are finished, it grows back hours later. I have no way to stop this. Please, please." It begged. Every goddamn word that came out was followed by a pained whistling as a giant hole was gaping in its throat.
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+"They left me here to rot. They buried me within the earth as, they hated me. They thought I would grant them wishes when I was powerless. Please, help me." It extended a skeletal hand, roaches falling off of it and onto my feet. I was just paralyzed, and all I could do was raise my own. The second we touched, I woke up.
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+I knew it was just a dream, but it felt too real to not mean something. I'm going to work on the guest bedroom. I love you.
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28/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Went to expand on the walls a bit. Realized that I could spend the time I'm already down here to make a panic bunker.
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+Sure, it's going to be a bit more money. But, think about how much I'll save in the event of an apocalypse when I'm sure the big bunker industry will start charging everyone else tooth and nail for a bunker in their house.
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+Haven't had a dream about him for a few nights. Maybe it means I'm overworking myself. After hollowing out a wall a little bit, I realized that this just feels… natural? Yearning for the mines, hah.
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30/OCT/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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H.O.A. got on my ass again. This time because, "I've been blessed with a beautiful lawn, but I'm letting it turn into a jungle." when it's grown barely a few fucking inches. Had to tell them I was busy fixing up the place.
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+Seems I've been neglecting that part, though. I'll give it a trim later. Just need to finish this bunker.
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+Fucking H.O.A., man. Oh wait- is this thing on?.
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02/NOV/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Another night, and I saw him again. It's been hours but I can't get him out of my mind. Woke up at seven, and its… its four. Fuck.
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+I was in that same cave again. And he stood in front of me. I- I fell to my knees, staring into his empty eye-sockets. Even in this broken, rotting state, he was still able to cry. His tears were red, small maggots fell out of it and into my mouth. I couldn't throw up, they wriggled and squirmed around, going down my throat. Eventually, he spoke once more.
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+He gagged, and then said, "The soil around me has been forced into my lungs. I cannot breathe; fungal colonies have sprouted within my bones, their spores are infecting my flesh, my every organ."
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+After that, he coughed, spores fell onto my face, and almost immediately they started to grow. I felt as if I was him, every inch of my body was rotting against my will.
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+Then my alarm went off.
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03/NOV/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Sorry for the sudden call last night, I was just… I'm having a hard time falling asleep, I keep worrying that I'll close my eyes and see him again.
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+Working more on the house, and then some more on the bunker. Forgot it should be a bit deeper, fitting all the necessary commodities. I'll call you in the morning, I love you.
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Note: The rest of the following transcripts were not sent to any persons. Despite this, Agatha continued to act as if she was getting responses.
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08/NOV/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Hey mom. I've been just… thinking. About that guy. The one I keep telling you about, keeps giving me these dreams…
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+He's more real than that, I think.
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+Like… I still think it's a bit in my head, but seeing how much it wants me to help… I think…
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+I think I know why I'm digging. Not just a bunker. Talk to you later.
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13/NOV/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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This is therapeutic, you know? It's like when you pick up hobbies to get rid of stress. Some people play games, others watch movies… And I decided to… to dig. Like, I'm currently just… getting the shovel, using the pick and drill to chip away at these rocks, one step lower, one step down…
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+One step lower, one step down. One step-
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+Fuck! Sorry, sorry for swearing mom. I'll call you back, just… my shovel broke. Again.
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24/NOV/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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Shovels… shovels, people are asking what's the deal with me coming in every few days, isn't that odd? Like what do you THINK, jackass? I'm working on this, I'm working on the…
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+Christ. This just keeps going, just keeps going and going. How long will I keep diggin, let's find out, let's find out!
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Note: The following text are various excerpts from a single audio file recorded by Agatha.
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31/NOV/2003lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaDepartment of
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(Singing off-tone) You can break a shovel when you break new ground…
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+You dig dirt up when you dig deep down. You should know… (Gibberish) that by now…
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+That you can never know.
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…….11:51
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+I haven't seen him for awhile. I looked through the trash again, and lo and behold there it was. In all of its glory. Brought it down with me, maybe… maybe it can…
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+(Incoherent. Stone breaking.)
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+He can see it. Can you?
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+(More stone breaking.)
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+He can see me, I just hope it's clear enough. That I'm clear enough, that I'm clear enough…
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+Out of tools, out of shovels, been using bits of the broken ones to keep going… they banned me, can you believe it? They.. they banned me from the Home Depot, cause I kept taking their shovels. If they would get it I wouldn't be having to steal more rock, more stone, more…
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+It's enough, the neighbors keep their shed unlocked, you know that?
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+More, more rock.. it's just a tunnel of rocks, just more and more of this… how much longer? How deep…
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+The metal.. it's too weak, too dented. The pipes are good enough substitutes, though. They just… they work fine. They work just fine, able to dig through the dirt more than you would expect for metal pipes to…
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+He's down there, he's just down there I know it.
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+I hear him, I'm getting closer. He doesn't deserve that rot, does he? Does he deserve that?!
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+No, not me, not him…
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…….12:54
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+My hands bleed, it hurts, it hurts… but a millennia bleeding is incomparable to that. I'll just… I'll just…
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+His tomb will be set apart, he will be free, he will be free, he will be free, he will be free…
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…….21:34
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+The tools are gone, they are all gone. just me… just my hands, my fingers, and this dirt.
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+A bit further, a bit further is all.
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I think I'm getting there. His voice is so clear.
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+Keep digging, just dig more and more… I'm almost there.
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+He's almost here.
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+You can hear him too.
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Addendum: On 10/11/2021, a minor structural collapse occurred within SCP-6160. The collapse occurred several miles from the previously believed end of the tunnel. The bodies of several missing persons who had entered SCP-6160 were discovered, along with various mining tools.
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Despite the several-year difference between the disappearance of these personnel and their deaths, they appeared to have died due to the structural collapse rather than dehydration.
ALL VIEWERS NOT ON THE 05 COMMAND WILL BE TERMINATED BY LATENT MEMETIC TRIGGERS EMBEDDED IN THE FOLLOWING TEXTUAL KILL AGENT.
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MNET-009: The crass happy frog said ';olio maskus amol;' to the folly of the gods.
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Debriefing: The following set of information has been retrieved via decoding thaumaturgical cosmic background radiation1 surrounding the perimeter of SCP-6166. This information has been known to cause psychosis and fever. Proceed with caution.
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I:Oh great, I'm awake…God my stomach hurts….my head….I should get a Tylenol. No, too far a walk, and didn't I just have one…I should call in to work…no…too early..must be 2:00, 3:00 AM. Wait do I even work? Man it's dark. Are my eyes open. Who knows. I feel my bed, so hot…..no, cold. Am I on a bed? Oh my god my head, I must have a fever…must…feel…forehead. What a weird word for a body part. Four head. Imagine, like hydra, four heads.
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Me:Man I was OBSESSED with Greek mythology in high school. Wild stuff. Athena being birthed through Zeus' head getting split by an axe, Pan turning women into flutes, Erysichthon eating himself to death…
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I:There was one other story, oh yeah, creation.
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Me:We really loved that.
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I:At first there was only the primordial Chaos. An entity of nothingness. No darkness, no light, no soul, no consciousness, only the hate accompanying infinite loneliness and despair. But then…
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Gaia:And then I brought forth light. I brought forth the heavens through the birth of my son Uranus, and I formed the earth with my essence. And as my mate, Uranus-
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Tartarus:STOP. Stop. I don't think anyone wants to hear that. No place for incest in the 21st century.
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Gaia:Well that's not fair, times were different in 4,009,343,110 B.C.
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Tartarus:Ahem…B.C.E.
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Gaia:What?
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Tartarus:B.C.E., before common era, B.C. stands for before Christ. It's just more appropriate, less centered around Christianity.
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Gaia:Why thank you brother, I'll take that to heart.
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Myself:Who are you.
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Me:That's Tartarus, the primordial darkness.
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Tartarus:That's correct, and I've had enough dealing with Gaia and Uranus' mess-ups.
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Gaia:Hey I'm the one who had to castrate him.
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Tartarus:Yuck.
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Gaia:Oh don't be childish.
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Wait, Wait, Wait- Myself
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YOU SAID TARTARUS WAS THE PRIMORDIAL DARKNESS, ISN'T CHAOS THE PRIMORDIAL DARKNESS?
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Tartarus:I'll take it from here. Often humans confuse nothingness with darkness, and I don't blame you, darkness is as close to nothingness as you guys get during life. Nevertheless, nothingness, true nothingness is beyond the absence of light, matter, thought. It is not a vacuum. It doesn't exist. The mere concept it could be named, explained or labeled as a thing fills the infinite, abyssal, infinitesimal nothingness with hate.
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Me:Wait what's that, over there.
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I:Over where, I can't see anything here, I'll turn my light on…no…too tired.
Myself:Hold on… I'm adjusting…Ok, what is that thing.
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Me:It looks like.. a paper.
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I:Hey Tartarus, you're made of dark, you mind bringing that closer?
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Tartarus:On it.
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Iteration A
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Item #: SCP-6166
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6166 is to be shackled to a hospital bed in a standard containment cell in Site-XX with its walls and door lined in 3 inch plates of lead. An IV drip supplying SCP-6166 with nutrient-rich fluids is to be kept within the cell and SCP-6166 is to be fit with a catheter. A pair of vents is to be affixed at the top and bottom of the cell to prevent a buildup of radiation.
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Description: SCP-6166 is a middle-aged male of eastern European descent in a comatose state named █████ ██████2. The anomalous property of SCP-6166 is the constant leakage of gamma radiation from its ears, nose, mouth and eyes. The signatures given off by the radiation manifest in the outline of various thaumaturgical symbols, specifically those representing 'earth', 'night' and 'the self'.
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Bad News: Waking up is NOT an option.
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I, Me and Myself:Wow.
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I:So I'm in a coma, that's why it's so dark, why I can't move, that's gotta be what this means, this is all some fantasy created by my dying brain. None of you are real.
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Tartarus:Who's to say that?
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Gaia:We may all lie within your dying mind but reality above is no more or less false.
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Me:I guess you're right Gaia.
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Myself:Well if we're all stuck here together we might as well enjoy it.
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Me:Hey I, if this is your coma why don't you, you know, control it?
: "Welcome! Welcome everyone to the Theatre at the End of Time! If you'd all please take your seats. I'm beyond elated to be taking on the new title of the master of ceremonies for the following play. The titular tale of "The Eternal Pairing", is one of both creation and manipulation, of deliberation, disagreement, despair, desire… well I'm getting ahead of myself, now, without further ado…"
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+YALDABAOTH: The writhing mass of flesh, changing in form to fit whatever role it so fits. YALDABAOTH serves only himself and the base instinctual drive that both fuels and encompasses his fleshy essence. He delights in the natural order of the universe and garners hatred towards perversions in the flow of blood, skin and muscle that is life.
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MEKHANE: A humanoid assortment of dull grey gears and wire with the light of consciousness shining through every meticulously crafted crack. As The Broken God and She Who Created the Mind, MEKHANE the more mature, calculated older twin sister of YALDABAOTH places great value in civilization, order and giving everything a second-thought. Her ideals often lead to squabbles with her brother.
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I: A level-headed hero type and controller of reality. More of a self-insert character of █████ ██████, but important to the story nevertheless. I keeps it real, but looks out for his friends ME and MYSELF.
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ME: A smart, nerdy number two and best friend of I. Me is a loyal companion and avid fan of Greek mythology like I. ME spends most of his time looking out for his less-than-brilliant little brother MYSELF.
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MYSELF: The loveable goofball brother of ME, MYSELF is a naturally curious spirit and enjoys spending time with his brother ME and friend I.
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TARTARUS: A human shaped, true-black god. The soul of the deep pit that holds back ancient evils sprung from unspeakable deeds. This smooth-talking laid back primordial deity of darkness enjoys cracking wise, hanging loose and laying into his primeval siblings.
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GAIA: A woman of pure earthly beauty, the primordial light, she who arose that from that which is not. A wise, kind, formal earth mother radiating benevolent botanical and geological energy.
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THE TARASQUE: A large, swampy, green reptile covered in spines, armor plating and eyes. A six-legged beast hell-bent on the destruction of all life. The sultan of hate.
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JOY: A viscous, slimy, orange opaque ball of pure fun. A deity of delight. A god of greatness. He truly cares about making everyone happy. Even that grumpy Gus, the Tarasque.
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ACT I
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Scene opens in a room of rusted alien machinery, cogs, gears, pipes and grates. Patches of flesh cover several areas of the backdrop and small skin bubbles fitted to the ends of a myriad of pipes rise and fall rhythmically. Bodily fluids leak from loosely fitted rubber washers and holes in the overly rusted areas of the machinery. In the center of the room is a cubic white marble slab. Atop the slab's right side is a ceramic bowl full of organs, and on the left a small drum of crude oil. Two cylindrical onyx chairs sit on each side of the table, on the right sits YALDABAOTH and on the left sits MEKHANE.
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+YALDABAOTH: So Mekhane why have you called me to this plane?
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MEKHANE: I ponder, our genesis projects, may I regard yours?
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YALDABAOTH: You may.
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MEKHANE: [Taking a sip from her oil drum.] What is the status of your world dear brother?
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YALDABAOTH: [Forming a mouth of needles and fangs.] My flesh children are upon the fertile grounds of my creation, I crave the view of my creations dance upon the beating tides of entropy. My world is clean. And yours sister?
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MEKHANE: My world is one of systems and rules. I have organized machines whose infinity of interlocking interactions create an ubiquitous progression of efficiency. My world is clean.
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YALDABAOTH: [Pounding a tentacle of viscera and teeth and eyes and blood against the marble table.] Ha… you humor me sister. Your system is flawed in its perfection. Entropy, randomness, variability these cannot be ignored, without these facts you're world has no meaning.
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MEKHANE: Brother, mine is a world of purpose as it is a world of efficiency, your world requires no effort, it is ruled by its own absurdity, your world, my dear brother, is without purpose.
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YALDABAOTH: Koja kalma!
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The lights emitting from MEKHANE flash a bright red and a loud whirring sounds from the bowels of her very being. Four pairs of lead, spindly, robotic arms emerge from her back piercing YALDABAOTH's form through two fleshy paddles, three claws of sinew, one antennae of eyes, one gaping maw and his main body. In a voice of a thousand ingots of scraping metal and an epoch of rattling tongs MEKHANE speaks.
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MEKHANE: Careful brother, do not curse in the tongue of your decaying children in my name, do not incite my mechanical wrath!
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YALDABAOTH: My chatter is nothing but, chatter, you think too much sister, you apply meaning, laws, to what? An utterance. Why take offense at my words? Why not leave my verbalized thoughts to drift away on an entropic sea.
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MEKHANE: My order is necessary, and you are rambling.
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YALDABAOTH: Maybe so, but my point stands, I prefer chance, why waste time polishing every detail.
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MEKHANE: I like to polish. Your world could stand to benefit from so intensive care, after all can you really call it YOUR world if you aren't pulling the strings.
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YALDABAOTH: Strings. Ha! You sound of a puppet master. And I may not be 'pulling the strings' so to speak but I did lay the seed of life.
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MEKHANE: A miniscule contribution. Maybe one day you'll visit your world, make a change or two.
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YALDABAOTH: Oh I admire your ignorance of my desires, however it appears our disagreement has hit an impasse.
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MEKHANE: So it seems brother. So it seems.
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YALDABAOTH: …Do you feel that…?
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YALDABAOTH: That rumbling, it's coming fr-
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The room begins to shake, rusted rubble falls from above and dissolve into thoughts. The fleshy balloons affixed to the various pipes rupture in a cacophonous fury of sweat, liver and belief. The walls of machinery crumble into shimmering cubes revealing a inky black abyss. From the abyss spring four beings, three conceptual and one divine: I, ME, MYSELF and GAIA. The rift of infinite depth and darkness shrinks to fit a man's form and TARTARUS steps forward.
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TARTARUS: Hey don't look at me, I'm just the car, you're the driver.
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GAIA: We appear to be in a rotting space of another age.
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MYSELF: It looks like an old boiler room.
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ME: Do boiler rooms breathe? This place looks alive.
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YALDABAOTH: You dare set foot in the Workshop of Worlds!
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TARTARUS: [Snaps.] Ahhh workshop, that's what it is.
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MEKHANE: Silence!…State your names and business.
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I: I'm I.
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ME: Me [gestures to MYSELF] that's myself, and Mother Earth and Mr. Void over there are Gaia and Tartarus respectively.
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I: And we don't know why we are here.
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MEKHANE: You mean to tell me you came to this holy place, a place as old as time, far beyond what your mind could even consider all-powerful, and you do not know why.
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I: Um…yeah…I guess.
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YALDABAOTH: Then. I suggest. You should leave!
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I: Well, why don't we find out why we're all here first, I mean it must be for something important.
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YALDABAOTH: Do you even know who I am!
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GAIA: No, but I sense your power, your age, you are well above us all and we respect that, but we are here, is there anything here we can do any voids we can fill. I's mind brought us here, there must be a reason.
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YALDABAOTH: Perhaps, I am Yaldabaoth, my sister Mekhane and I have been at arms over which one of our worlds is best. Maybe you all could decide.
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YALDABAOTH: Excellent.
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The Workshop of Worlds falls out from around the group revealing an empty white expanse. They quickly turn around when a large shadow forms above them. The shadow is cast by a planet, a planet of skin and hair and nails and teeth. Oceans of blood and pus rage across the surface of the scape sounding a hellish swish. A large pit exists at the bottom left side of the globe, the pit extends impossibly deep and is lined in flaxen yellow teeth, slicked clean in a mucus glaze. Next to the hellmouth planet is another, more pristine and mechanical. The world is more aesthetically simple and clean, colored a milky white shade and lined bands of heavenly blue lights, delicately blinking in a silent symphony.
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MEKHANE: Before you sits our two worlds. One of muscle, one of machines. We will send you to each and it is up to you to decide the better world.
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I: Seems like a valid process, but I'm not sure any of us could survive the world with all the teeth.
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YALDABAOTH: There is a lot more to it than that, and I have assigned an advisor to escort you on your trek and assure no harm comes your way.
We arrived on Yaldabaoth's world today in a region the locals called Arlak Mols. The plains of Arlak Mols do not harbor soil, plants, stones or streams, they are a wasteland of dry cracking flesh inhabited by plump, wet, fleshy mounds that locomote via bony protrusions sprouting from their underside. From the flaking plains arose large arcs of taught muscle, atop these arcs are 'trunks' that spout a pink viscous substance that appears to feed the amorphous creatures of the plain. The only structure we could see, if you could even call it that, was a cave of sorts, resembling an upper-lip raised in a parabolic shape. The interior of the cave was dark, the only light being that reflected off the many teeth that lined its interior, another thing, there is no sun in this place, the sky is bright red, a deep crimson fog beaming down on the plains in a fuming hot display. We traveled deep into the caves bowels until the darkness consumed our every thought and word, it was then a muffled voice spoke.
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The voice belonged to a member of the wet mound creature species we encountered on the plains. It told us that its name was Gebrok Sa'Lakir and that Yaldabaoth had instructed it to be our protector and guide us through the lands of Sakpeŋe. Gebrok Sa'Lakir informed us that its species called themselves the Koemusi, or mushy men in their mother tongue, which I guess is accurate. It said that the plains of Arlak Mols were once a great ocean of pink ooze blanketing a seabed of rippling skin, the skin was in love with the sea and they mingled for eons in a oceanic dance. However, Kulo, the great maw of the west, grew jealous of the love shared by the sea and the skin and syphoned the sea into its greedy gullet. Wanting to hold on to its dear lover, the skin preserved a layer of glaze from the slime of sea. The glaze mixed with the bed of flesh forming sentient mounds cursed to a lonely existence wandering a dry plain with only small sprouting taps to remind them of the loss that they sprung from.
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Gebrok Sa'Lakir scratched a bleeding rune into the tract wall of the cavern resembling {OBSERVED THAUMETURGICAL SYMBOL 328-SAR: EMBER}. Gebrok Sa'Lakir scratched a bleeding rune into the tract wall of the cavern resembling a melting eye. From the rune radiated an intensly bright light illuminating the cave. The area of the cave surrounding us was fit with a scape of sunken pits as far as far as we could see. Gebrok Sa'Lakir told us we would be spending the night in the pits as we had a long trek ahead of us tommorow. I, Gaia and Myself took pits on the left, and me and Tartarus decided to share a pit on the right. Our pit was mostly sleek with a flaky, drying patch towards the back and several pores leaking blood near the enterance. I, hold on this might be confusing, from now on I will be referring to I as Self as to not mix it up with the pronoun. Anyway, I made a makeshift bed out of skin flakes in the back and Tartarus faded into one of the 'walls'. I decided to take some of the flakes and gathered some blood to record my experiences for Yaldaboath and Mekhane.
I woke up in a coughing fit, it appeared that I breathed in some flakes of the skin wall in my slumber. I stepped out of my pit to meet the others, all gathered around our guide. Gebrok Sa'Lakir said that if we chose to the leave the plains of Arlak Mols then we would have to catch a ride on a Juma Juma before the East winds bellowed. Gaia asked Gebrok Sa'Lakir to elaborate on what a Juma Juma was but it would not.
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We left the cave to an arid, blazing day, the bleeding sky gave off a secret heat, an evil heat that burned through my every being. Our team of dessert travelers set out towards a particularly empty patch of the plains, more empty than the already desolate expanse before us. For hours we walked over the endless eb and flow of waxing and waning crusted skin, only stopping occasionally to satiate ourselves with some of the pink goo. The goo's taste is bland with the slight hint of charred lamb, its texture is gelatinous but stiff, airing on the side of pre-chewed food. We reached what I assumed was our destination when Gebrok Sa'Lakir stoped skittering forward. A paddle-shaped flap emerged from atop Gebrok Sa'Lakir, it twitched with the breeze for a spell then sunk back from whence it came. The breeze around us began to pick up and Gaia held onto us with a beam of light as it transformed into a tempest whirlwind. The crest of skin we had stopped upon began to shake furiously like a bear awoken to early in winter. The rumbling ceased as soon as it began and we started to feel heavier, it only took a moment for us to discover the source of this newfound weight, we were airborne!
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Once the goliath flake of skin stabilized in the air I started to make my way over to Gebrok Sa'Lakir to ask what was going on. Gebrok Sa'Lakir said that we were upon a Juma Juma, and that it was up to the universal winds to decide our destination. I looked down upon the plains, once a cracking abyss, now a clean slate of beige dotted with black freckles. The sky is darkening now, I shall write more when we land.
We were in the air for three days, or so I assume due to my observation of the pattern of lightening and darkening skies, and Sakpeŋe, by all accounts, is the most alive yet barren world in existence. From the view upon the Juma Juma I saw no cities, roads or any structures. I asked Gebrok Sa'Lakir why this was and it looked puzzled, well, as puzzled as any living mound a organs can be. I asked if any other structures like the pit we slept in existed and it replied "That was a pit, a random dip in the fleshy drying seabed, no thing on this world Sakpeŋe is done with reason, no things are made, for order, organization, these are illusive concepts in this realm, we are all but bumbling bloats of muscle and flesh upon the open sea of existence." It appears that as Yaldabaoth held in high esteem the absence of order, so did his world reflect that belief.
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After a few hours of turbulence, the flake finally settled on a 'beach' of sorts. The beach's surface was crinkled, at least that's the closest adjective I can use to describe the thing, like the crease in the middle of a thumb. Gaia grew increasingly excited upon seeing what she thought was plant-life, but upon gliding over to the foliage with Myself let out a disappointed sigh as the growths along the oceans side were long stalks of hairy, eye-laden cilia. The ocean was crimson and dull a perfect reflection of the sky above and walking along it we all quickly became accustomed to the rank intensive smell of iron. Waves on the beach did not appear to be bound by tides, perhaps trying their best to avoid order, they splashed in all directions, jumped many miles into the air, formed loops, bubbles and swirls and occasionally even ceased movement all together. As the day began to fade around us the ocean began to pull away, I guess it knew not to over stay its welcome lest it anger the shore.
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The many-hilled grounds of the beach were soft to the touch, so we figured it would be a good a place of any to lay our heads for the night. There's no moonlight in this place to illuminate my page so I'm using Gaia as a light to record the day's happenings. Although I don't seem to need food or drink, I do need sleep I shall write again tomorrow.
The sea was gone. There was no other way to describe it, just, gone. I woke up to a much harder ground than I had become familiarized with the day before, the hills more compact and dry, the garden of filaments wilted. I yelled to alert the others believing that we had been transported to another area but Gebrok Sa'Lakir let me and the others know that this was not the case. Gebrok Sa'Lakir told us that Kulo, the great maw of the west, did not stop its hunger with the consumption of the pink sea of Arlak Mols and it, over the past millennia, had been consuming all the liquid on this world. I asked if there was anyway to stop this consumption, to which Gebrok Sa'Lakir replied "Perhaps, but if the universe deems Kulo's actions fit they will continue, it is not up to a Koesumi like me or an outsider like you to instruct order in these lands." Self replied "But why, why no order, no community." No response from our guide.
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It has been made explicitly clear that the lack of order Yaldabaoth forced on this world will most definitely destroy it. Kulo is no more of a threat to Sakpeŋe than its paradoxical one law that the concept of law could not be. This world is flawed. We requested for Gebrok Sa'Lakir to inform Yaldabaoth we had learned all we needed for our tour and that we were ready to return.
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This concludes my records.
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YALDABAOTH: I trust you were able to navigate my world with ease.
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ME: Hold on a sec, I'm a bit shell shocked.
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I: We were, we're gonna have to go to Mekhane's as well, but things are not looking good for yours.
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YALDABAOTH: Or perhaps you have looked from the wrong eyes.
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MYSELF: It was a terrifying wasteland.
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TARTARUS: Woah, woah, woah, lets not generalize, I mean I enjoyed the Juma Juma ride.
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I: I never said that.
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TARTARUS: Pronoun. Idiot.
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A low rustling sound can be heard as Yaldabaoth's world completely dries, with only the mucus on the great mouth's teeth remaining, but that quickly dries as well. The world begins to spin with increasing speed as the exterior crunches and falls in toward the mouth. Yaldabaoth's world collapses into itself leaving a pile of beige rubble behind.
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YALDABAOTH: Üra kunsi!
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MEKHANE: [Cheerfully, with the grace of a well oiled machine.] My turn!
| LOADING TEXT
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VIA A REMOTE TERMINAL ON MEKHANES WORLD I HAVE PREPARED A POEM DESCRIBING MY EXPERIENCES.
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|THIS PLACE: A GRAVE FILLED OF ITSELF|
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+This place a grave no life to fill it,
+A world of constant whirring,
+But silence forever encompassing, no life to screech an kill it.
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+This place an ivory citadel,
+With no dwellers to breath joy,
+This place a dead, not dying hell,
+To life a crass decoy.
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+No art, no song, no aesthetic glee,
+No soul, no man, no friends,
+No flesh, no chance, God's barren sea,
+No meaning till' a whimpering end.
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+This place is evil in its design,
+No chance, no love, no meaning,
+This place is evil.
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+No matter who I share this world with,
+I find the loneliness all encompassing,
+A darkness putting Tartarus to shame,
+This place is evil, this place, is evil.
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+No art, no song, no soul, no beauty,
+No chance, no chance, no chance,
+No love, no passion, no skin,
+No teeth, no bone, no muscle,
+No pain, I miss the pain,
+No meaning,
+No meaning,
+I have to leave,
+A swirling, whirring, beeping, mechanical madness,
+Evil.
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+This place a grave filled of itself,
+A place without a soul,
+A madness of solitary,
+An endless, evil hole…
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TARTARUS, GAIA, ME, MYSELF AND I: [Weeping.]
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ME: Terrible. Mekane your world… it's terrible.
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MEKHANE: I see.
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Mekhane's world begins to phase in and out of reality for a spell before finally disappearing in a flurry of its own absurd solitude.
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MEKHANE: Oh.
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YALDABAOTH: So, whose world is better.
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ME: Neither! Your world was a fleshy hellmouth ruled by chaos and Mekhane's was a desolate vortex seeping out all semblance of hope.
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YALDABAOTH: Nonsense! One must be better! One of us must be the victor!
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ME: No! You have both created an individually evil hell and you both…wait there might be a solution here.
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MEKHANE: Listening.
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ME: Well, Mekhane, your world has no whimsy, no life, it's… inanimate. And Yaldabaoth, your world has no order, no bonding, it's a soul without a body. Maybe, just maybe, if you worked on a world together you could create something beautiful.
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YALDABAOTH: I never thought of it like that.
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MEKHANE: Well, what do you say brother, shall we give it a try.
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YALDABAOTH: Why not?
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Me's journey is complete.
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ACT II
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+FIELD COMMANDER I: A level-headed hero type and controlling force of MTF Phi-2 ("Clever Girls"). More of a self-insert character of █████ ██████, but important to the story nevertheless. I keeps it real, but looks out for his squadron.
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AGENT MYSELF: A rookie to the Foundation, taken in after only two years of CIA Operative service. A good kid and skilled in action beyond his years, an asset by all accounts.
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AGENT EGO: A self-absorbed, but realistic agent. Looks out for himself and himself only, but Phi-2's goals mesh with his so he's along for the ride.
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AGENT TARTARUS: A jack of all trades. Been with the Foundation for decades, yet declines all promotion as he's a fan of action. Seen it all but still carries his wit.
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JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: A brainy, compassionate type, transferred from MTF Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") to help deal with containment of the Tarasque.
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THE TARASQUE: Known as SCP-682 by I and the AGENTS. A colossal, swampy, green reptile covered in spines, armor plating and eyes. A six-legged beast hell-bent on the destruction of all life. The sultan of hate.
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JOY: Known as SCP-999 by JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA. A viscous, slimy, orange opaque ball of pure fun. A diety of delight. A god of greatness. He truly cares about making everyone happy. Even that grumpy gus, the Tarasque.
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Scene opens on a moving car, presumably of military make, on the side of the car a logo is plastered featuring a black circle marked with three inward-facing arrows, all encompassed by black gear-like outline . The bumper of the car is labeled "SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT.". The car passes over a rubble road, screams and wails can be heard in the distance and the camera pans to reveal a landscape of ruined homes and burning vegetation. As the car approaches the ruined village, FIELD COMMANDER I's voice can be heard.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: [Voiceover.] The day of the retrieval was cool. Damp. Most days are during these sorts of missions. Entering the village there was one thing we all smelled. Death.
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The car parks next to a compound, with tents and the fixings for a makeshift settlement plastered with the logo seen on the car's side. The headlights switch off and the car's humming ceases, out from the car steps FIELD COMMANDER I as well as AGENTS EGO, MYSELF, TARTARUS and JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA.
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AGENT MYSELF: So why are we here again.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: Again, tracking SCP-682, the indestructible reptile.
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AGENT MYSELF: But aren't we supposed to wait for at least three others. It's too dangerous.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: The situation is too urgent, 682 is on the move, fast.
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AGENT TARTARUS: Smells like a flattened raccoon on the road cooking in 100 degree heat.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: Hmm. Figured a season agent such as yourself would recognize the smell.
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AGENT TARTARUS: Oh I do. Rotting flesh. Just trying to lighten the mood.
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AGENT MYSELF: [Gagging.] Jesus. Fuck.
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AGENT EGO: Who cares what the smell is, lets just get somewhere to shake it.
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JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: Over there, an amnestics booth, lets get some info.
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The team strides over to the booth where lies a woman sitting on a foldable chair, glossy eyed and unmoving with an IV drip in her arm. Next to her stands MARIA GOMEZ.
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AGENT MYSELF: Wow, I've never seen a forget-me-booth in person before. Freaky stuff.
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AGENT TARTARUS: She's lucky to make it out alive. They'll probably overwrite her memory, say there was a tornado or something.
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MARIA GOMEZ: Close. She'll be told she was knocked unconscious after a dust storm wiped out her town.
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AGENT TARTARUS: What I wouldn't give to forget 682.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: We're the requested back-up. Who might you be?
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MARIA GOMEZ: FIELD Medic Maria Gomez, place was hit pretty hard, glad the superiors called you guys in.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: So can you tell us what happened here?
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MARIA GOMEZ: Sure. SCP-682 came to Santo Tomas about a week ago, we headed over after we intercepted a few distress calls about some mutated alligator wreaking havoc in a local village. And when we got here…God there was only 5 left, place had a population of 120 more. Luckily it still has a tracker from containment.
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MARIA GOMEZ hand FIELD COMMANDER I a tablet featuring a digital map with a dotted line from a containment site, through Mexico connecting with a blinking red dot in southern Panama.
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MARIA GOMEZ: This device broadcasts the present and former location of 682, based on its trajectory we predict it is headed for an abandoned site belonging to a long-thought evaporated cult known as the Children of the Scarlet King.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: Thanks. Any idea why it's headed there?
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MARIA GOMEZ: The current theory is that 682 is being pulled by a thaumaturgical vacuum to large signature of energy.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: Alright gang, lets head back to the truck, 682 looks to be only a few hours out.
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MARIA GOMEZ: Before you go, here, command wanted me to give this to you, they say you'll know when to use it.
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MARIA GOMEZ hands AGENT MYSELF a cubic wooden crate labeled in black spray paint, "999". AGENT MYSELF begins giggling and MARIA GOMEZ speaks up.
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MARIA GOMEZ: Might wanna keep the box at a distance, it has that effect.
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AGENT MYSELF: [Walking towards the car.] G-good, ha ha, t-to, know.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: Thanks Ms. Gomez, we best be on our way.
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MARIA GOMEZ: Good luck.
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AGENT TARTARUS: [Mockingly.] and god bless our souls.
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JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: [Annoyed.] Tartarus.
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AGENT TARTARUS: Again, just lightening the situation.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: Let's go!
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SCENE 2
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The rest of the team brushed passed a group of men in gas masks and get back in the car. The car starts up and drives back up on to the gravel road. FIELD COMMANDER I's voiceover can be heard.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: [Voiceover.] We were on the road for six hours. Not a word was spoken for the first four, perhaps we instinctively knew not all of us would make it past 682, the only sounds made being the laughter of those who accidentally brushed against the box.
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Around four hours into the ride the car hits a pretty raised bump in the road causing the crate to open and spill out, revealing JOY.
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AGENT TARTARUS: [Laughing.] Holy shit! Is that the fucking tickle monster? I've heard of this thing.
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JUNIOR RESEARCHER: SCP-999, I did some research regarding medical testing with this little guy's slime for depression.
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JOY: Grrble bwwwr.[Reaching towards AGENT EGO]
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AGENT EGO: [Gesturing towards AGENT MYSELF] Hey, hey I don't want this thing messing up my brain chemistry. You take it.
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AGENTS MYSELF: [Picking up JOY.] Come here little guy.
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AGENT TARTARUS: I'm thrilled 999 is coming with us but why do you think command provided him for such a dangerous mission.
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FIELD COMMANDER: My guess. Moral support. I mean for such a dangerous retrieval they probably thought we needed a boost…given our impending doom and all.
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JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: Might as well enjoy it.
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The scene opens with the team outside of a ruined beachside hotel, surrounding the hotel are half-eaten corpses, pools of blood and human heads. The team with the exception of JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA is crouched by the car now armed with long barreled guns attached to plastic tanks on their backs and heavily armored. JOY hangs out from a satchel on AGENT MYSELF's side. A trail of large dinosaur-like footprints lead from the parking lot toward the beach.
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AGENT TARTARUS: So what's the plan boss.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: We aren't trying to kill, or even neutralize 682. All we have to do is corner it and then Lambda-12 will swoop in and airlift it out. Your tank-guns are filled with sulfuric acid, it can harm 682 enough to cause it to back off but do not spray for too long, this thing…adapts. Gaia, you stay here, you aren't trained for combat and we need you to radio for Lamba-12 when we've cornered the thing.
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JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: Got it.
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FIELD COMMANDER I: On your mark.
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AGENT MYSELF: Get set.
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JOY: Bwwrb.
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FIELD COMMANDER I and the AGENTS head towards the beach and the shot pans toward the beach revealing a long trail of large sand mounds leading to a crimson ball of hate floating above the shoreline. The team leans against a mound, listening for THE TARASQUE. Upon hearing a low rumble the team turns around just in time to see a sharp barb exit AGENT EGO's chest. As AGENT EGO's body collapses to the ground the team fires at the mound with their tank guns revealing THE TARASQUE. The beast quickly stands to a towering height before roaring at the team.
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THE TARASQUE: You putrid, vile swine. You impish stains on this reality. You are a mockery to stand before I, The Tarasque, Atanti-ql-Paneu, Exile of the Flesh.
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THE TARASQUE take a swipe with one of its claws at AGENT TARTARUS causing his suit to rip open and him to bleed.
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AGENT TARTARUS: Fuck [Fires at THE TARASQUE].
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THE TARASQUE: [Backing up toward the floating hate.] I was brought to this world in hate and now I will end it. No longer will I have to bask in the agony of seeing humanity's joy while I sat unable to feel the slightest hint of love. For centuries before my capture I tried to feel love, to feel, joy happiness. But alas, no I return to my King, my power will add to his, and all will be destroyed.
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THE TARASQUE bites down on AGENT MYSELF's right arm and begins dragging him towards to hate, leaving a trail of blood behind, a thorny, thin red arm with infinite joints begins reaching out toward THE TARASQUE as it approaches.
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AGENT MYSELF: [Grunting in agony.] Can't…feel happy..huh?
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AGENT MYSELF reaches into his satche with his free arm, grabbing JOY. He hurls joy into the face of THE TARASQUE, who instantly drops him. THE TARASQUE screams in happiness as it collapses to the ground, JOY completely encompasses him and then gets smaller and smaller until only JOY remains. The arm retreats and the portal falls, the field had been evened.
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Myself's journey is complete.
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ACT III
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+I: A self-insert character of █████ ██████, important to the story nevertheless. I keeps it real.
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TARTARUS: Darkness.
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GAIA: Light.
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TARTARUS: And then there were three.
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GAIA: It appears so.
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I: World travelers, supernatural agents, did I do all that?
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TARTARUS: Your coma. Your story.
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I: I guess. I Just…
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GAIA: Just, what?
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I: I thought there would be more, it was so anti-climatic. I feel uneasy, something's wrong, incomplete.
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GAIA: Maybe there's still more for you, what's making you feel uneasy.
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I: I don't know, I love being here with you guys but when I look at Tartarus I feel depressed, alone, he's so…dark I guess, but when I look at you, Gaia, it's blinding, like I'm staring directly at the sun. I feel like I'm being pulled in separate directions.
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GAIA: That sounds horrible. Any idea on how we can help.
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I: One. Why don't you two.. join forces…you know, not to dark not to bright. Even things out a bit.
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GAIA+TARTARUS: Very well.
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Grey. Perfect.
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fin.
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"WAKE UP."
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█████ ██████: I'm awake.
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"WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER?"
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█████ ██████: Plays, gods, journeys, three of…me.
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"WHAT DO YOU REALLY REMEMBER?"
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█████ ██████: The Foundation. The one from the play. I worked for them, I was a doctor, no I was a senior researcher, assigned to an old bunker, more of a high-tech factory.
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"WHAT DO REMEMBER, ABOUT THE FACTORY?"
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█████ ██████: The Foundation, they called it SCP-2000. It was a grand thing, the factory, it could restart humanity during XK-class end of the world events, made people, places, higher ups used to call it Deus Ex Machina… I was there. I was there before I was here.
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"WHY WHERE YOU THERE?"
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█████ ██████: I was one of the last ones left. People were… I can only describe it as blending into the air, as if they were cartoons losing their outlines. That's not all, after they lost their form, no one could remember their names. It was only after something around 57% of people had lost themselves that it started happening to objects, concepts, and feelings were losing their names. It was then I was sent to restart the world. Guess me being here I failed, what are you, my subconcious.
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"I WORKED FOR THEM, LIKE YOU, BUT I WAS A BIT HIGHER UP."
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█████ ██████: Why are you here, with me?
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"TELL ME, DO YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES A MAN, OR ANYTHING BY THAT MATTER?"
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█████ ██████: …God?
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"NO. YOU SEE, ALL THINGS THAT ARE EXIST FEEBLY. WHAT CAUSES A THING TO BE IS A NAME. NAME'S EXIST AS A CASING FOR ALL THINGS. WITHOUT A NAME THINGS ARE NOT."
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█████ ██████: So those people…they were…their names were taken, that's why they disappeared.
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"PRECISELY. NAMES ARE MORE THAN NOISES."
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█████ ██████: I can't remember mine.
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"YOU WILL. WHEN WE'RE DONE."
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█████ ██████: The names. Why were they being taken.
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"THE PLAYS. CAN YOU TELL ME A COMMON THEME."
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█████ ██████: Well, in every act, two things mix to maintain balance.
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"THERE ARE ONLY TWO THINGS THAT REMAIN CONCRETE IN REALITY: WHAT IS AND WHAT ISN'T. THERE WAS A RACE OF BEINGS, THE FAIR FOLK, THEY KNEW THE VALUE OF NAMES. LONG AGO THEY WERE FORCED TO FLEE TO A PLACE THEY WERE NOT MEANT TO BE, PUSHING AGAINST THE BOUNDS OF WHAT ISN'T. THE PLACE THAT ISN'T LEARNED OF NAMES AND FORMED A VACUUM, RETURNING NAMES TO ITSELF, ERASING THEM."
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█████ ██████: So the thing that isn't, it took all of the names?
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"I WAS FOOLISH. I THOUGHT I COULD TRICK IT, I MADE A DEAL WITH THE THING THAT ISN'T, GAVE IT MY NAME. I HAD ALTERED MY MIND, TRANSFORMED IT INTO A TRAP, MY NAME WAS A PRISON FOR WHAT ISN'T… BUT I WAS A MAN. I COULD ONLY HOLD IT FOR SO LONG. MY NAME WORE OUT AND IT BEGAN TAKING THE REST OF NAMES BACK. SOMEHOW I HAVE BECOME ATTACHED TO THE THING THAT ISN'T, IT REMAINS MY CASING, BUT I AM FADING. "
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"THAT FACTORY, SCP-2000, THE PLACE YOU WERE SENT, IT HELD THE LAST REMAINING POWER OF WHAT IS. IT HELD YOUR NAME FOR JUST LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO FIND YOU, SHIELD YOUR NAME WITH WHAT LITTLE POWER I SEEM TO HAVE LEFT."
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█████ ██████: Thank you.
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"DO NOT THANK ME. I DID NOT DO THIS FOR YOU. I REQUIRE SOMETHING OF YOU."
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█████ ██████: What is it?
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"THE PLAYS, TWO OPPOSITES FORMING A BALANCE, I WAS PREPARING YOU. I NEED YOU TO BECOME WHAT IS."
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█████ ██████: Become what is? How?
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"THERE IS A WEAKNESS IN WHAT ISN'T, A SOFT SPOT CREATED BY THE FAIR FOLK. WHEN I REVEAL YOUR NAME IT WILL COME FOR YOU, AND WHEN IT DOES, THROUGH THE SOFT SPOT I WILL RELEASE UPON YOU ALL THE NAMES."
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█████ ██████: Why, why me and not you?
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"BELIEVE ME MY CHILD, I WOULD IF I COULD, BUT AS A TREE REQUIRES A SEED, ALL NAMES REQUIRE A NAME TO SPROUT FROM. I HAVE NO NAME."
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"NO YOU WILL BE WITH YOURSELF, AND YOU WILL BE EVERYTHING."
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█████ ██████: Ok. I'll do it.
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"THANK YOU. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE GRATITUDE OWED IN YOUR NAME. I WILL RELEASE YOUR NAME NOW FOR IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DRIFT A VESSEL ON THE OPEN SEA, TO BECOME EVERYTHING."
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immense size and universal nature of SCP-6166 it cannot be contained physically. Foundation implants in space observing institutions amnestisize all who discover SCP-6166 and rapidly disprove or stop the spread of information proving its existence.
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Description: SCP-6166 is the observed shape of the universe. SCP-6166 resembles the shape of a man whose facial features are eastern European in origin. Surrounding SCP-6166 is a blanket of radiation-based thaumaturgical symbols relaying a story of a man becoming the universe, though no other sources can prove this is a factual account.
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History: The first hypothesized SCP-6166 event occurred in 1953 when intense signals were picked up on thaumaturgical relay devices in Foundation custody relaying the message "Scan it. Scan all of it." In 1969, a powerful astronomer employed at the Foundation with reality bending abilities attempted to trace the universe and described it as a 'corpse'. Further astronomical scans have confirmed that the shape of the universe is, in fact, SCP-6166.
Photograph of a tunnel close to the entrance of SCP-6329. Note the presence of lighting.
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Item #: SCP-6329
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to its immobility, Site-6329 has been constructed around SCP-6329. The perimeter around SCP-6329 has been fenced off to prevent unauthorized access. All exploration and testing of SCP-6329 must receive approval from project supervisor Dr. Jack Cune.
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Site-6329 houses Task Force personnel prepared to exterminate potential threats emerging from SCP-6329, as well as personnel equipped for future exploration. In the event that SCP-6329-A instances emerge from the mound, they are to be forced to retreat back into the colony under the threat of firearms.
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Site-6329 houses a group of researchers (Termite Talkers) focused primarily on communication with instances of SCP-6329-A. The investigation is currently ongoing. Internal exploration of SCP-6329 is to be primarily conducted by drones.
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Description: SCP-6329 is a colossal termite mound located in █████████, Georgia spanning over 180 meters in height above ground and an unknown measurement below ground. Similar to a standard termite mound, the construction of the structure appears to be a mixture of soil and termite saliva. Contrary to a non-anomalous termite mound, however, the exterior is exceedingly durable and sturdy. All attempts at acquiring a sample of the exterior have resulted in failure.
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The structure appears to have several entrances located around the perimeter of the mound, all of which are on ground level. The entrances, which take the appearance of hollowed out, two-meter tall hallways, lead deeper into the interior of the termite mound with pathways that branch out to different sectors. As the paths lead deeper into the mound, the construction of the interior becomes more advanced, with concrete, brick, and steel walls slowly replacing the dirt walls. Laboratory analysis reveals that the material in these walls is not traditional concrete or metal, but rather an unknown type of material with near-identical properties.
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SCP-6329's interior appears to take the form of a massive modern office building, housing an unknown number of "floors" comprised of several different types of rooms ranging from open areas containing dozens of cubicles to break rooms. Some floors hold what appear to be hundreds of individual dormitory rooms, the interior of which all contain a large bed and bathroom. In the intersections of the dormitory floor hallways, what are presumed to be cafeterias and restaurants are spread over large food court areas. The interior of SCP-6329 includes advanced technological devices such as computers, phones, air conditioning systems, lighting, and the internet. The means by which these utilities function is unknown.
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SCP-6329 houses large termite-like creatures designated as SCP-6329-A. SCP-6329-A instances are capable of standing on their hind legs in a bipedal position at an average of 185 centimeters tall, but appear to prefer to traverse the colony while walking on all six legs. The entities are able to stand on their hind legs for an extended period of time. SCP-6329-A instances appear to be sapient; it is concluded that SCP-6329-A instances are not only capable of basic cognitive skills, but also have the intelligence level of adult humans (See Addendum 6329 1.3 Phone Call Transcript). Attempts at communication with 6329-A's have largely been ignored, and as such have been deemed failures.
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SCP-6329-A's tend to follow a specific "schedule". This schedule varies from termite to termite, but a majority tend to follow a certain pattern. This pattern has been described below:
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BETWEEN 6:00 AM - 7:00 AM: 6329-A will awaken and exit their dormitory chamber. In rare cases, 6329-A will not wake up until several hours after the intended time, indicating heightened levels of stress.
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BETWEEN 7 AM - 8:30 AM: 6329-A will usually enter a cafeteria area, trading an unknown amber-toned substance for plants, wood, or other cellulose items. Upon receiving their desired goods, 6329-A will sit down at a table in the food court and begin eating, typically near other instances of 6329-A. It is not uncommon for 6329-A to skip this portion of the schedule completely.
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BETWEEN 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM: In this portion of the schedule, the activity of 6329-A instances varies greatly. Individual instances appear to have distinct tasks such as construction and sanitation. However, a majority of 6329-A instances will spend this time in a cubicle. Attempts at observing 6329-A during their work have proven to be futile, as 6329-A instances will get defensive when near humans or recording devices.
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BETWEEN 5:00 PM - 11:00 PM: Activity of 6329-A instances is entirely unpredictable during this time. By 11:00 PM, every termite in the colony is inside of their dormitory room and is presumed to be asleep. There are certain exceptions to this rule, however, as there appear to be several groups of 6329-A that only work at night.
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Discovery: The earliest documented existence of SCP-6329 dates to December 1992, although whether or not it existed before this time is unknown. SCP-6329 was originally considered a generally unpopular tourist destination, nicknamed by locals "Skyscraper Rock". Further investigation and excavation of the base of the mound later resulted in the discovery of entrances and the existence of SCP-6329-A. This resulted in the immediate fencing off of SCP-6329, and the Foundation later intervened to control the perimeter of the area.
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The exploration of SCP-6329 has been discouraged through social media and rumors regarding the mound have been dismissed as urban legends.
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Addendum 1.1: SCP-6329 Incident
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On 2020/06/02, an armed Task Force was dispatched to explore the interior of SCP-6329. Two Task Force members, 6329-Delta and 6329-Phi, were separated from the main group after reporting an ambush by SCP-6329-A instances.
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Upon being separated, Phi and Delta retreated deeper into the mound and encountered several objects of interest, including papers identical to standard business cards (See Addendum 1.2: Items of Interest-6329). Phi and Delta left the mound without reconnecting with the other task force members. Both individuals were later reprimanded for fleeing alone.
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Addendum 1.2: Item of Interest-6329
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IoU-6329-A refers to a collection of identical business cards retrieved by 6329-Delta and 6329-Phi from the interior of SCP-6329. The details imprinted on the card have been detailed below.
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CACHEX
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www.cachex.mite
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Brad Norton 455612
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Tax Supervisor
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█████████, GA █████
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Tel. 229-███-████
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xbens███@cachex.mite
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Dr. Cune determined that, because .mite is not a valid top-level domain, both the website and email address were impossible to access. The phone number, however, was found to be functional (See Addendum 1.3: Phone Call Transcript).
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Addendum 1.3: Phone Call Transcript
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In a later test, Dr. Cune called the number imprinted on the card in an attempt to schedule an interview with the receiver. The log provided below describes the interaction.
VOICE: Yes, that is me, sir. Please, just use Mr. Norton. How may I help you?
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DR. CUNE: I was interested in where I can apply for a job at your company. Cachex, correct?
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VOICE: That is correct. I can transfer you to the customer service desk, if you'd like.
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DR. CUNE: That would be lovely. But before you do that, I just wanted to chat with you for just a moment.
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VOICE: Oh. If you were going to ask me about the stool incident, I don't know anything. I just help sell them.
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DR. CUNE: Stool?
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VOICE: A stool, y'know, as in the one you sit on. I'm really not supposed to be talking about this. I can transfer y-
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DR. CUNE: I see. So you sell chairs?
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VOICE: I don't, no. Well, we do. I'm sorry, I don't want to confuse you. I can transfer you to customer service now.
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DR. CUNE: Just, wait a second. So what exactly does your company, 'Cachex', do?
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VOICE: ….you don't know? I don't mean to sound, um, condescending, but we're pretty big.
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DR. CUNE: I do not. I just happen to have this business card with your information on it.
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VOICE: What? How? I don't think I've handed mine out at all. Um, you shouldn't have that.
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DR. CUNE: This isn't about the card. I just want to know what your company does.
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VOICE: Sir, we sell property and furniture.
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DR. CUNE: …I see. Interesting…
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VOICE: …is it?
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DR. CUNE: Say that I wanted to purchase some furniture. How would I go about doing that?
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VOICE: Well, you go to the website. Right now we only do remote delivery. You just sign into your account, add your desired items to your cart a-
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DR. CUNE: The site does not work.
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VOICE: Huh?
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DR. CUNE: It's not a valid domain name. It can't be accessed
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VOICE: Our servers aren't down right now. Are you sure you're connected?
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DR. CUNE: Connected?
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VOICE: Um, yeah. Do you have a solid connection?
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DR. CUNE: What do you mean by 'connected'?
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There is a brief pause.
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VOICE: Um, can you excuse me for a moment?
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DR. CUNE: Alright.
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A second voice can be heard on the other end.
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VOICE 2: I'm sorry sir, can you please state your name?
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DR. CUNE: My name is Edward Pitt. Who is this?
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VOICE 2: Okay, Mr. Pitt, do you mind telling us a bit about yourself?
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DR. CUNE: Why?
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VOICE 2: We just want to know a little bit about you. Will that be an issue for you?
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DR. CUNE: I suppose not.
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VOICE 2: Wonderful. I'd like to start by introducing myself. You can call me Jodi.
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DR. CUNE: Forgive me for being nosy, but what happened to Mr. Norton?
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VOICE 2: He has some important clients to talk to right now. I'm a customer service worker so he had you transferred to me.
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DR. CUNE: I see.
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VOICE 2: Alright, let's begin with an easy question. We are over the phone so I can't get an actual look at you. What are you?
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DR. CUNE: What am I?
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VOICE 2: Yes.
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DR. CUNE: I can't answer something that broad.
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VOICE 2: (laughs) I should have been more clear. What type are you?
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DR. CUNE: I'm sorry, I still don't know how to answer that.
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VOICE 2: If you were describe yourself, what would you say? Are you the kind of bug that prefers to work alone or in larger colonies? I guess it mainly comes down to your anatomy. I don't like to adhere to stereotypes but most drywoods tend to prefer corporate jobs.
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DR. CUNE: I'm sorry, Jodi. Forgive me for interrupting. I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you?
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VOICE 2: What am I? Well, if you want my answer, I'm a hard-working mother of seventy-three. But if you want the professional answer…I'm an eastern subterranean termite.
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DR. CUNE: Allow me to get this straight. You are a termite, and you can talk?
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VOICE 2: (laughs) Maybe a bit too much.
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DR. CUNE: You are also saying there are more than just termites inside the mound?
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VOICE 2: Mound? I assume you mean the building.
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DR. CUNE: Yes.
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VOICE 2: Well, of course. We need diggers, transporters, stingers, all sorts of duties. Us termites can't do everything. Now, I'm sorry Mr. Pitt, what did you say you were?
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DR. CUNE: I'm a human.
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Other end hangs up.
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<END LOG>
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Afterword: All further calls have gone directly to voicemail.
Special Containment Procedures: A tarp has been placed over SCP-6337 for the convenience of others.
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Description: SCP-6337 is the corpse of Site Director Kiran Bachnan. It is currently in the Site 8 break room.
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SCP-6337 is a corpse because it doesn't move or speak.
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Over time, SCP-6337 will leak fluids and produce foul odors. Insects will congregate around it and lay their eggs. Its skin will sag, its eyes will grow dim, and its face will become lined. As putrefaction sets in, SCP-6337's flesh will lose cohesion and slough off, leaving only its skeleton intact. The skeleton will then eventually erode and become a pile of dust. Decomposition takes about three weeks, depending on the environment surrounding the body.
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Because the Site 8 break room is cold and dry, SCP-6337 will be preserved for a long time before decomposition begins. Temperature analysis of the body shows that it is still warm. Despite the diversity of carrion insects at Site 8, no insects have been found on SCP-6337.
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To facilitate scientific understanding, Site 8 researchers have been given access to the break room cameras to observe SCP-6337. A forum will be held at the end of the day to discuss their findings.
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Addendum 6337-1 (Discovery): SCP-6337 was discovered after Senior Researcher Hoya entered the break room and inferred that it was a corpse.
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[Senior Researcher Hoya enters the break room. SCP-6337 is seated at one of the tables. Its face is buried inside a chocolate cake.]
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Hoya: What are you doing? You can't sleep here.
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Hoya: Hello?
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[Senior Researcher Hoya approaches SCP-6337 and claps 23 times.]
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Hoya: Oh, it's a corpse.
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[Senior Researcher Hoya leaves.]
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Addendum 6337-2 (Observation): SCP-6337 was observed by SCP staff.
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[Senior Researcher Hoya and Agent Xuan enter the break room. They are each carrying a plate of food. SCP-6337 is seated at one of the tables. Its face is inside a chocolate cake.]
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Xuan: The, um, the lights. If you point a camera at them, you can see lines crawling down the room.
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Hoya: Uh huh.
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Xuan: Haven't you seen that before?
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[Senior Researcher Hoya takes a seat at an empty table. Agent Xuan pulls the chair opposite to her but accidentally snags the tarp off SCP-6337.]
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Xuan: Oh, sorry.
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[Agent Xuan smiles politely at SCP-6337 then sits down.]
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Xuan: So I'm wondering if — the same thing happens when you look at ceiling fans, right? Does that mean fluorescent lights blink really, really fast all the time?
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Hoya: TV screens also do the same thing.
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Xuan: Because they're on a set frame rate, right? But why do lights need to do that?
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Hoya: I don't know? It saves money, I think.
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[SCP-6337 slowly lifts its head.]
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SCP-6337: Ugh…
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Xuan: How much money would that actually save over a long period of time?
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Hoya: Um, it adds up, probably. It's probably cheap to make them do that, so it saves them more money than it costs.
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Xuan: Weird.
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Hoya: Yeah.
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[Five minutes pass.]
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Hoya: I found a pregnant cat under a train.
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Xuan: Oh, nice.
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[Senior Researcher Hoya and Agent Xuan continue eating.]
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Addendum 6337-3 (Findings): At noon, Site 8 researchers convened to discuss their findings. After a brief meeting, several action plans were presented.
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Author: Senior Researcher Hoya
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Proposal: Subject SCP-6337 to the water cycle by putting it in a river.
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Result: Denied due to environmental concerns.
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Author: Containment Officer Camelia
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Proposal: Bury SCP-6337 with its liquor collection to honor its interests in life.
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Result: Denied due to promotion of immoral behaviors.
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Author: Ethics Committee Official Petrie
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Proposal: Cast SCP-6337 in cement to commemorate its existence.
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Result: Approved.
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Addendum 6337-4 (Results): Local blacksmiths were invited to the Site 8 break room. They placed SCP-6337 inside a plaster cast and poured wax on it to create a mold. However, midway through this process, SCP-6337 woke up. This is a log of the interaction
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2007-12-26 12:39 PM
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[Blacksmith Herbert pours wax on top of SCP-6337. It wakes up and starts yelling.]
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SCP-6337: What the!?
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[Wax fills SCP-6337's mouth. It stops moving after a while.]
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The resulting mold was used to create a concrete statue of SCP-6337. It was placed in the Site 8 break room to commemorate SCP-6337's existence.
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Staff are encouraged to visit the statue while they are on break and reflect on their life.
This story is based on an experience I had while at a bar with a co-worker. He passed out on the floor and we had to carry him to the cab. However, while I was carrying him, I thought that if I wanted to, I could dig a hole and bury him alive. A drunk is no different from a corpse, you know? Of course, I dismissed the idea, but it stayed with me.
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After writing this story, I feel liberated. Now I can have a drink with him again without having these dubious thoughts in my head.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6387's remains are currently preserved in Site-44's Biological Abnormalities Containment Wing pending further study.
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Description: SCP-6387 was an anomalous humanoid neutralized in Virginia in 1923.
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Physically, SCP-6387 stood at two meters tall, with luminous eyes and thin, translucent skin. Subject was hairless, with tapered ears and cloven, hoof-like feet; no reproductive organs were present. SCP-6387's hands, disproportionately large, each possessed four digits with protruding claws measuring 6 cm in length. Whether or not SCP-6387 was sapient remains unknown.
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SCP-6387 was first sighted in Oakland Cemetery on October 15, 1923. Shortly after midnight, 50-year-old groundskeeper Joseph Rutledge awoke to the sound of an intruder. Initially suspecting grave robbers, Rutledge set out to investigate, whereupon he discovered SCP-6387 digging furiously at the site of a fresh burial plot.
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Startled, Rutledge shot SCP-6387 twice in the chest with a .38 Smith & Wesson revolver. Subject expired instantly, with Rutledge later informing the civilian authorities. Agents embedded in the local police force subsequently alerted the Foundation to suspected extranormal activity. SCP-6387's remains were transported to Site-44 for research, with amnestics administered to all witnesses.
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The grave targeted by SCP-6387 was exhumed, and found to contain the remains of 24-year-old milkmaid Charlotte Abernathy, who was reported to have died following an epileptic seizure the previous morning. The casket's interior exhibited numerous prominent scratch marks; cause of death was deemed suffocation. Ms. Abernathy was reburied without further incident.
Special Containment Procedures: All recovered documentation and schematics pertaining to SCP-6660 are to be kept in a high-security document storage container within the storage wing of Site-64.
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Description: SCP-6660 was a prototype device created by Anderson Robotics between 2021 and the firm's dissolution following the joint UIU/Foundation raid on May 24th, 2024. Based on schematics recovered from Anderson Robotics's Research and Development laboratory, as well as records seized from Deer College's Department of Biochemistry, the device consisted of a portable computer terminal connected to a network of electrophysiological probes1 which could be attached to a wide array of biological targets.
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Upon activation, SCP-6660's terminal allowed the user to scan the target's genetic code against a databank to detect deleterious mutations and alter the target's DNA on a molecular level through a combination of advanced computational and thaumatological techniques. While the stated function of the device was as a cure-all for genetic disease, notes from various tests in the device's development suggested new non-deleterious mutations could be intentionally added for cosmetic effect or enhancement.2
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Recovered emails, audio files, and video from the Anderson Robotics Research and Development team suggest that the technology was largely functional at the time of the 2024 raid, with successful tests eliminating such conditions as Sickle Cell Disease, Cystic Fibrosis, and Huntington's Disease among others from volunteers within the Three Portlands community. It is unclear at what point Anderson Robotics was intending to release SCP-6660 for consumer use.
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Security footage acquired after the 2024 raid suggests SCP-6660 was stolen from the Anderson Robotics World Headquarters by Dr. Janice McGrath, a primary researcher on SCP-6660's development, professor of Biochemistry at Deer College, and potential Type-Blue humanoid. Attempts to locate SCP-6660 by members of MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") and MTF Delta-3 ("Organic Free Trade") are ongoing.
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Current attempts by Foundation personnel to rebuild SCP-6660 based upon recovered schematics and documentation for further study are pending.
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Addendum 6660-A: Recovered Documents
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The following documentation was recovered from various Anderson Robotics workstations within the Research and Development team's laboratory following the raid on May 24th, 2024. Records remain incomplete due to efforts by Anderson Robotics personnel to destroy the firm's intellectual property prior to seizure by Foundation and UIU agents.
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Transcript of Anderson Robotics Board Meeting, November 15th, 2021
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Vincent Anderson:3 Alright folks. Next on the agenda is what I've been told by Medea is a very promising project proposal from Dr. Leonard Fischer. Dr. Fischer, you have the floor.
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Dr. Leonard Fischer: Thank you, Mr. Anderson. While I'm sure most of you are aware, the finesse of our systems has improved by leaps and bounds over the last six years, to the point where we can now implant Gyrfalcon Prosthetics with near molecular accuracy. Such nimble capabilities, therefore, open us to a whole new frontier of products: Genomics. Dr. Contos has taken the liberty of sending my team's proposed device to your personal-
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Isaac Dillard:4 Dr. Fischer, I'm going to cut you off here. You are aware this is a robotics firm, correct? We have neither the infrastructure nor facilities to branch out so radically at this time.
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Fischer: May I ask you a personal question, Mr. Dillard?
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Dillard: If you must.
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Fischer: Have you ever known someone who suffered from genetic disease? Watched a couple learn that if they have children there is a high chance they will not survive to adulthood? Watched in horror as a parent succumbed to the debilitating effects of something that was not their fault? Because I have, and so have countless others. Proteins are the very machines on which the natural world runs. On which WE run. And they break down. And when they do, the consequences can be dire. Whether the machine we fix is a broken arm or a broken protein, I can't fathom how you don't see us having a potential market there.
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Dr. Medea Contos:5 Well-spoken, Dr. Fischer. However, how do you propose we supplement our lack of biochemical capabilities such a project would require?
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Fischer: It may come to the surprise of many of you, but we are actually a 30-minute streetcar ride away from one of the most prestigious biochemical labs on this side of the veil at Deer College. Many of the researchers there, including the esteemed Dr. McGrath, are former colleagues of many members of my team and would be more than happy to assist us in this venture.
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Anderson: I think we have heard enough at this time. We will review your proposed device and get back to you in the near future.
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Fischer: May I say one more thing?
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Anderson: You may.
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Fischer: When I first joined this company, I was given the impression it was moved to Three Portlands to avoid the fist of smaller minds. I implore you. Please prove me right.
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Notice to Kea Series Development Staff
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Greetings everyone,
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I am pleased to announce that as of this morning, we have been given the greenlight by Anderson and the Board of Directors to begin development on what is being called the Kea Series Genomic Editor. Not my idea of a name, but Vincent is all about his birds it would seem.
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While we get started on our end with the hardware, Dr. Janice McGrath of Deer College's Biochemistry Department will be serving as our lead on developing the software as well as the biothaumatological interface. She is to be considered the co-PI on this, so please be sure to keep her in the loop on all developments.
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By the end of this we should have a functioning product that:
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Scans the target genetic code for errors in comparison to a genomic database.
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Recommends required edits on a DNA base-pair level.
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Is capable of editing the entire subject's genome to make those edits and those edits alone.
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I know that like myself, the work we are doing on this project hits close to home. It is my dearest hope that we can ensure a future without the heartache and tragedy of proteinopathies.
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Now let's get to work. The machines of nature are not going to repair themselves.
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Dr. Leonard Fischer
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Kea Series Genomic Editor Development Log
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Kea v1.0: 13/12/2021
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Initial hardware and software testing successful
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Successful genomic modifications of E Coli to include ampicillin resistance without plasmids.
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Effects currently not stable on eukaryotic organisms
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Kea v1.1: 10/1/2022
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Stabilized effects on eukaryotic organisms.
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Eliminated Sickle Cell mutation in immortalized Hematopoietic Stem Cells.
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Genomic editor function fully operational for all target types.
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Kea v1.2: 14/02/2022
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Proofreading software and cancer warning functionality fully online.
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Full restoration of dystrophin demonstrated in myoblasts affected by Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy.
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Genomic library fully updated to current field standards.
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Kea v1.3: 03/03/2022
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Outcomes prediction tool fully online.
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Testing in mouse models ready to begin.
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Genomic editor functionality limited to preset parameters to eliminate the introduction of new mutations.
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Transcript of Dr. Leonard Fischer's Personal Audio Log, March 10th, 2022
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Fischer: You asked to speak with me, Janice?
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McGrath: Yes. I noticed the new locks on the genomic editor. I wanted to know why you had those installed. My team and I had a few more tests with the mouse model we wanted to run.
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Fischer: Simple. Vincent and I agreed we are currently in the business of fixing these machines, not breaking them further. This ensures quality control and helps to eliminate the potential of the Kea accidentally giving someone's Grandmother small cell lung cancer or something equally terrible.
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McGrath: Leonard. With all due respect, these are not machines. These are proteins. Similar, but while a machine is designed to do its job well, proteins just need to do their job. Millions and billions of years of trial and error until you arrive at something good enough. We now have the ability to improve these things. If we limit ourselves now in the Kea's infancy, we'll never know what we are capable of. I'm talking about improved longevity. Better and more stable DNA replication. More foolproof mitotic division.
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Fischer: It is far more prudent that we work on fixing what is broken before we worry about improving what is stable. We talked about this before we started this project.
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McGrath: And I thought when you saw the strides we made in a few short months with this technology you might see the light. You're always going on about us 'fixing nature's machines' but now we have the chance to not only fix them but perfect them.
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Fischer: I didn't know the word 'eugenics' had so many syllables, Janice.
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McGrath: That is not fair and you know it! We have a chance to do life-changing work here and you're just going to shrug and tell me it's not our problem?
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Fischer: Because it isn't our problem. I'm not in this to create some ascended perfect organism. I'm here to cure disease. The scope of that request is already monolithic. You have absolutely no right to shame me for setting the bar too low.
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McGrath: But I do. This is my life's work come to a head. Do you have any idea how many biochemists throughout history would have killed to have had the opportunity before us now? You yelled at Isaac Dillard for being small-minded, yet here you are! A fucking hypocrite!
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Fischer: Who the hell do you think you are? How do you have any right to call me a hypocrite?
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McGrath: Because a man who can't see the forest for the trees has no right to call others small-minded!
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Fischer: I've seen the mounds of sacrificed mice you've already created! I've seen all the tumors you made by mistake! And I've heard the rumors about what your plans are with respect to testing the limits of the Kea! Don't stand there and pretend that what you are doing doesn't come with a massive fucking price tag, or that you are also not throwing shit at the wall, but just a little more targeted! You want to go down this road, you can pry the project from my cold, dead hands! But I can promise you this, Anderson is already on board with how I'm setting things up!
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Notice to Kea Series Development Staff
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Greetings everyone,
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I understand there have been some rumors going around. Rather than let this sit and be speculated about, I decided it would be in our best interest as a team to come clean.
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As of yesterday evening, I was diagnosed with Glioblastoma. For those of you who don't know, this is a highly aggressive, fast-growing, and ultimately incurable brain tumor. The average survival from diagnosis is between 12 to 18 months.
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Having the chance to work on this project with each and every one of you has been a treasure. Know that I plan to continue to work towards the Kea Series's completion until my dying breath, and am confident of the hands that I will be leaving it in after I am gone.
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Knowing many of you, upon reading this message you'll want to come to speak to me about my headspace at the moment. While I do sincerely appreciate such gestures, know that I would prefer to remain focused on the task at hand for the time being.
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Let's finish this thing strong. The machines of nature are not going to repair themselves.
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Dr. Leonard Fischer
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Kea Series Genomic Editor Development Log
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Kea v1.4: 12/04/2022
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Multiple updates to the outcomes prediction tool.
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Thaumatological component overhaul begun.
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Kea v1.5: 09/07/2022
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Thaumatological component overhaul completed.
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Conclusion of mouse model testing and preparations for human trials at Paracelsus Medical Center.
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Kea v1.6: 14/12/2022
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Initiation of Cystic Fibrosis, Sickle Cell Anemia, and Huntington's Disease trials.
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Kea v1.7: 03/01/2023
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Outcomes prediction tool update.
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User interface update in response to Paracelsus staff suggestions.
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Genomic library fully updated to current field standards.
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Transcript of Dr. Leonard Fischer's Personal Audio Log, March 3rd, 2023
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Fischer: I'm sorry I haven't been able to honor your request for a meeting sooner, Janice. Things have… not been great recently.
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McGrath: It's fine, Leonard. How are you doing?
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Fischer: I feel like absolute shit. And I'm just so damn tired all the time.
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McGrath: [Several moments pause] I'm so sorry.
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Fischer: [Chuckles] Yeah. Me too. What did you want to talk about?
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McGrath: I wanted to reach out to you. I've been working on a side project in my downtime since you announced your diagnosis. It's a long shot, but I think we can tweak the Kea to stop the progression of your cancer. With any luck, we'd be able to-
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Fischer: Why do you feel the need to do this to me?
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McGrath: Pardon?
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Fischer: I'm not going to be your fucking guinea pig, Janice. You don't think I already thought of this? That I didn't run the numbers and the simulations myself? At best we're taking a shot in the dark at this and hoping something hits the target, and at worse, I manage to give myself a super brain tumor. In its current state, the Kea is simply not designed to operate like we would need it to. And I refuse to just throw off the fail-safes. Even when my life depends on it.
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McGrath: You'll die otherwise.
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Fischer: There is a very good chance I'd die going down the road you want to take. At least this way I'll pass with my integrity.
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McGrath: You're being a stubborn idiot.
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Fischer: Maybe. But in the end, it's my call to make.
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McGrath: Then you deserve whatever happens next.
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Notice to Kea Series Development Staff
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Greetings everyone,
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It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that as of 0400 this morning, Dr. Fischer lost his battle with Glioblastoma. Dr. Fischer was a dedicated researcher, a kind friend, and at his heart, a humanitarian. As he once told me, "Proteins are the machines on which nature runs" and he dedicated his life to fixing those machines when they broke down, to his dying breath. It would be a tragedy to see his work die with him. As such, Dr. Janice McGrath has stepped forward to assume leadership of the remainder of the project.
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As a close associate of Dr. Fischer's from Deer College, and one of the original team members of the Kea series, I have full confidence in her and your ability to see this project through to the end. Here is to Kea 2023, and Dr. Fischer's dream becoming a reality.
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Anderson
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Kea Series Genomic Editor Development Log
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Kea v1.8: 15/06/2023
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Conclusion of Cystic Fibrosis and Sickle Cell Anemia trials.
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Thaumatological component overhaul initiated to reinforce effect permanency and stability in outside thaumatologic effects.
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Kea v1.9: 28/07/2023
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Thaumatological component overhaul completed.
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Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy trial initiated.
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Booster treatment tool online.
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Kea v2.0: 19/11/2023
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Genomic library fully updated to current field standards.
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User interface updates in response to Paracelsus staff implemented.
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Kea v2.1: 03/03/2024
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Conclusion of the Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and Huntington's Disease trials.
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Compilation of additional treatments begun with Paracelsus staff.
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Genomic library fully updated to current field standards.
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Notice to Anderson Robotic's Board of Directors
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
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I am pleased to announce that as of 03-03-2024, we have succeeded in our final line of trials with the numerous volunteers at Deer College and Paracelsus Medical Center. As of the time of writing, the Kea Series prototype has successfully provided cures to:
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Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy
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Cystic Fibrosis
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Huntington's Disease
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Sickle Cell Disease
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This list does not even begin to tap into newly discussed uses in the elimination of latent viral genomes, as well as diseases in non-human subjects such as canines and plants.
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It would be unethical for us to continue these trials when such a massive benefit has been proven, and I strongly suggest your company be ready to prepare for the device's launch.
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Warm regards,
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Janice McGrath
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Transcript of Surveillance Footage Captured by MTF Gamma-13
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Anderson Robotics Headquarters
+Research and Development Labs
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<15:05:18> SCP-6660 is visible upon its work station.
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<15:05:45> Security alarms go off on the floor. Numerous Anderson Robotics employees are visible in the background in a state of distress. Supervisors begin the process of personnel evacuation as Peregrine Unit Android security appears on the scene.
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<15:10:25> The section of the Anderson Robotics Research and Development Lab visible from the camera is fully abandoned for the next 60 minutes.
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<16:10:03> Janice McGrath becomes visible in the field of the camera and approaches SCP-6660, stuffing the terminal and probes within a duffle bag on her person.
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<16:12:38> MTF Gamma-13 agents approach McGrath in an attempt to apprehend her.
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<16:12:55> McGrath points at two of the MTF agents. Her index fingers separate from her hands and launch towards the agents at high velocity before embedding within their torsos. The MTF agents fall to the ground as their bodies undergo massive tissue lysis and fall apart. McGrath's fingers begin to regenerate.
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<16:13:10> Remaining MTF agents open fire on McGrath, causing her to collapse backward.
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<16:13:50> The MTF agents cautiously approach McGrath's body. She then rises, a large ball of metal discharging from her chest and decapitating an approaching agent. McGrath flings herself at the remaining agent, knocking her to the ground. McGrath places a hand on the agent's head, causing it to explode several moments later.6
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<16:14:30> McGrath stands, grabs the duffle bag containing SCP-6660, and flees the view of the camera, heading deeper into the facility.
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Addendum 6660-B: Investigation into Dr. Janice McGrath
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Following the initial May 24th, 2024 raid on Anderson Robotics World Headquarters, a second raid on the residence of Dr. Janice McGrath was conducted by MTF Delta-3 and UIU operatives on May 25th. The residence was found to be abandoned, and a workshop was located within the building's basement. Within the workshop following items of interest were recovered:
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Multiple homemade iterations of SCP-6660, all inoperable.
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An incinerator containing the remains of multiple Rattus norvegicus7, Felis catus8, Canis lupus familiaris9, and Sus scrofa domesticus10. Due to the sheer amount of remains found within the incinerator, it is unclear how many of each species is present.
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An incubator containing various samples of human tissue ranging from viable cell lines to tumors. DNA matching identified the tissue as belonging to Dr. McGrath.
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Multiple specimen containers containing a variety of deceased animal hybrids, the majority of which had been executed with small arms fire.
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A living mass of human stem cells approximately 3 meters in diameter. DNA matching identified the tissue as belonging to Dr. McGrath.
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Multiple paraphernalia of the Sisterhood of the First Flesh.11
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Attempts to locate SCP-6660 and Janice McGrath in cooperation with UIU and GOC allies are ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel, embedded in academic extraterrestrial expeditions, must obfuscate studies on SCP-6707's known spread across the universe.
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Description: SCP-6707 designates several species of carbon-based organisms. Generally, SCP-6707 species bear multiple appendages, attached to a central stalk supporting the organism's weight. Specimens exercise phototropism, growing to receive maximum light (generally from Earth's sun). Additional green appendages convert this light into sustenance for the primary organism, while additional appendages on the organism's bottom ground it and collect further sustenance.
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SCP-6707 forms a fundamental aspect of Earth's climate and numerous human cultures.
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As far as extrasolar exploration can ascertain, no SCP-6707 instances or equivalent organisms exist beyond Earth.
Any archaeological discoveries pertaining to SCP-6783 are to be retrieved and replaced with falsified documentation about the time period of the Proterozoic Era.
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Evolutionary changes in Archaeological Site-101 are to be documented immediately.
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Any documents retrieved that relate or originate from SCP-6783 are to be studied and archived for any further knowledge of the nature of the anomaly.
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Anyone who discovers the true nature of SCP-6783 is to be administered Class-A Amnestics and their discoveries are either to be archived or destroyed to prevent any further containment breaches.
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Description:
+SCP-6783 is a series of notes from an unknown time traveler who appeared to have accidentally been transported approximately 1.8 billion years in the past to the Proterozoic Era.1
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Notes from SCP-6783 document the time traveler’s experience and discoveries while in the Boring Billion. And remnants of the anomalous temporal device have been retrieved and are being studied to determine its origin in both manufacturing and time period. While remnants of the device have been retrieved, approximately only 46% of it has been determined to be in custody. Foundation archaeologists are presently still locating the remaining pieces of the time machine, and the possible operator of the device.
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Addendum-1:
+After further anomalous temporal examination, the area where SCP-6783 was discovered seems to have its own anomalous temporal or evolutionary properties.
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Research into whether or not the temporal device has anything to do with it is ongoing. It should be noted that during the Proterozoic Era, no trees or animals were present. However, evidence shows flora and fauna appearing within the range of SCP-6783.
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The anomalous “Evolution Space” dubbed by Foundation researchers caused biological evolution to rapidly progress.
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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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The following file is Level 4/6783 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
Above all else: Dr. Evelyn Moore is to never view this document under any circumstances. If Dr. Moore does discover the true nature of SCP-6783, she is to be administered Class B amnestics to remove all details of SCP-6783. This particular procedure is only relevant until ██/██/████ when she is determined to vanish.
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All and any unauthorized documentations of the true nature of SCP-6783 are to be replaced with falsified information like the false document above. If Dr. Moore requests access to SCP-6783, she is to be given the false document.
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Discoveries about the true nature of the “Boring Billion” are to be replaced with false information and researchers that took part in the discovery are to be administered Class B amnestics.
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Research into other temporal anomalies similar to SCP-6783 is currently being conducted.
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Developments for a meme to persuade viewers of SCP-6783 not to view the document are currently in progress.
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Description:
+SCP-6783 is a series of notes from Foundation researcher Dr. Evelyn Moore, designated SCP-6783-1, from approximately 1.8 billion years ago. This has been confirmed by anachronistic anomalies that have landed in Foundation custody.
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Evelyn Moore, as of the moment compiling this information is a Level 3 researcher and part of Project: Centureic, an effort to develop a viable way of temporal transportation through anomalous means and without the negative side effects. Project: Centureic has been designated as SCP-6783-2.
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According to information from SCP-6783, precisely on ███████ ██/██/████, Dr. Moore will be the victim of a temporal anomaly while working on Project: Centureic and be transported to the Proterozoic Era.
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Further examination suggests that SCP-6783-2’s anomalous qualities had completely halted biological evolution for approximately 1 billion years when first landing. Furthermore, it seemed to have dramatically slowed or stopped Dr. Moore’s aging process altogether.
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Ongoing searches for SCP-6783-1’s notes are in progress. So far, approximately 67% of the notes have been retrieved and the majority redacted for present Dr. Moore’s sake.
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Addendum-1:
+An incident report appeared on the desk of Dr. █████, head of Project: Centureic, containing information of the incident that would be Dr. Moore’s fate. The report was confirmed to be written by Dr. █████, however, they don’t recall writing it.
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Incident Report 6783-1:
+On ██:██, ██/██/████
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Spacetime anomaly appeared in the testing chamber of Project: Centureic upon activation of the device. SCP-6783-1 along with the device was engulfed in the spacetime anomaly.
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Dr. Moore is presumed dead.
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Notes: Presumably the anachronistic copy of the incident report was sent back in time to Dr. █████’s desk during the incident.
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Addendum-2:
+During an archaeological dig at [REDACTED], a notebook with the Foundation insignia on the front cover was discovered and contents were salvaged for examination.
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Many of the pages were unintelligible and unreadable presumably because of either age or erosion over the course of its burial. Carbon dating and anomalous temporal examination date it to 1.8 billion years ago.
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Archaeological Site-101 was established in the area where SCP-6783 was discovered.
This is Dr. Evelyn Moore, I am a Level 4 researcher for the SCP Foundation and stationed at Site-██. If you’re reading this, then you’ve either rescued me and are going to document the incident of what I can only assume is some sort of spacetime anomaly. Or you’re reading these in the future and I’m dead. Let’s hope it’s the former.
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I’m writing to whoever reads this that Project: Centureic was an unfortunate failure and when the time comes, no pun intended, that you can stop me from going through. I sure hope you do, and that my husband will be able to see me again and vice versa.
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I haven’t exactly pinpointed my location yet, or even when I am, it’s definitely before the Foundation. Way before, there’s nothing but an open field here along with trees and a mountain range I can see in the distance. Project: Centureic is busted at the moment, so it can’t tell me the time period I’m in, but I suspect around 100 years ago perhaps, maybe a bit farther.
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I would say the area is serene enough for me to relax, but I can’t stop thinking about how I’m gonna get back home.
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I will document whatever I can. I’m gonna try and relax.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-2:
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This is Dr. Moore, it’s been about a week since I got here and wrote, luckily Project: Centureic is still able to log how long it’s been. Speaking of which, yesterday I managed to do minor repairs on the machine and it’s currently calculating the time period I’m in. It’s taking a long time, kinda getting worried.
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Another thing to note, I walked around for a couple of days and I haven’t seen any evidence of animals. Life still exists, at least plants do, but I see no sign of fauna around me.
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It’s quiet
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I took a sample, and I’m going to try and preserve it in the Time Box. Another thing to note is that I’ve started to call Project: Centureic the “Time Box”, though it would keep my spirits up and make me feel like one of those adventurers that travel through time. I feel like Doctor Who, except more lost.
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I’m starting to wonder if they’ll ever find me. I’m gonna take a nap and sleep it off. Luckily the Time Box has enough space inside for it, no mattress or sheets though. It’s gonna be a long night.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-3:
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Dr. Moore here, still no sign of animals, the silence is unsettling. Come to think of it, I haven’t really “spoken” in about 3 weeks. No point to it since there’s nothing to talk to. I’m worried that I’m eventually gonna go crazy, it’s been so long.
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I’ve noticed something else while being here, I haven’t felt hunger or thirst while here. I can still eat and drink though, I tried, but I don’t feel like I need to eat. I wonder if the Time Box has anything to do with it, and if it does, I wonder what else it’s affected.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-4:
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Dr. Moore here, it’s been about two months, I haven’t written in a while. I was trying to get my mind off the situation right now, the machine-finished calculating when I am.
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According to it, I’m in the Protezoeic Era, basically 1.8 billion years in the past.
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1.8 billion years from home.
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I don’t feel like writing right now.
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SCP-6783 Log-5:
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Evelyn here, I walked into the woods and just kinda sat there for a long time. That’s all.
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SCP-6783 Log-6:
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This is Evelyn, I walked back to the woods, this time I stayed longer and I think I’ve come to a few conclusions.
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One thing, apparently my sense of time has been messed up, I was in those woods for a long time apparently. Like REALLY long, I was in there for 5 years.
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Another thing to note is that I don’t think I’m aging, or I’m just doing it really slow. Something tells me I’m in it for the long haul.
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Secondly, I remembered something about the Proterozoic Era that my husband Eric told me, that evolution for some reason completely halted and nothing happened for a billion years, hence the Boring Billion.
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The only form of life would be eukaryotic and prokaryotic cells, which got me thinking.
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how is there a woods?
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I need to think for a bit. Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-7:
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Evelyn here, the weirdest thing happened when I woke up. I heard birds.
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There are no animals
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I looked outside, and there on one of the trees was a prehistoric-looking bird.
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[Dr. Moore drew a crude image of the bird onto the page]
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From what I can ascertain, it’s an archaeopteryx2
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I’m a scientist, I need to find out. It’s in my blood.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-8:
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Evelyn here.
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Okay, I may not have the equipment I had back in the Foundation, but I was also an engineer. I managed to build a makeshift lab using spare parts from the Time Box to analyze what the hell is going here.
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After some failed experiments and a few accidents, I saw something amazing. After fighting that bird for about an hour for its feather and looking at it closer I saw that its cells were rapidly evolving at an extraordinary rate. Millions of years in a month.
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I guessed that after I walked into the woods, things were left alone long enough to evolve some more.
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Oh and speaking of the woods, I took a closer look at one of the trees after cutting it with a makeshift saw for a long time and saw it only had 5 rings.
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I checked with a few more trees in different areas of the forest and saw the same result. I was in there for five years, so it makes sense why they would have rings, but does that mean that they grew when I landed?
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I’ll do some more research, Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-9:
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Okay, it’s been a couple of months since I did a personal entry, some of my research overtook space in the notebook, but I have some discoveries and conclusions to document.
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It turns out, not only the Time Box is causing things to rapidly evolve, but it also causes them to age quickly. For some reason, not me, but when I went to check on the tree trunk sample again, it had grown 10 rings a day after I brought it in.
+Not everything around me is affected by the Time Box, I trekked for a bit in a mile or so and found out that when you exit the 1-mile radius, evolution is barely happening at all. Still barren. I concluded that the Time Box has a certain range that can affect evolution and aging. I call this range the “Evolution Space.”
+I haven’t ascertained how fast it evolves and how strong it gets closer to the Time Box yet, but I have a feeling that it may be a decade every day within the machine.
+The most depressing conclusion I’ve come to is that, while this is beautiful, I don’t think the Foundation is coming for me.
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I can’t let that stop me from figuring out all of this. Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-10:
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Dr. Moore here, it’s been a long time since I last wrote. I took a piece of the Time Box, or a part of the main power source with me to do a field test.
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The heart of the box is a Tachyon Superfluid Drive or TSD. In layman's terms, the TSD manipulates the superfluidity of spacetime to allow rifts in the universe to transport us to timelines.
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The creation of the TSD was the basis of Project: Centureic, it may have also been a colossal failure due to the fact I was sent back in time and all that.
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Anyways, I took one of the TSDs with me and trekked far away from the box for a long time. Long enough for me to test its effects on nature. On that note, another anomalous effect the box had on me was apparently my sense of time is warping even more than when I first noticed. What I thought was a few hours, turned out to be a few weeks. Days turn to months and so on. When I came back from my field test, over a decade had passed already.
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As for the field test, I attached a test log on the next page for you when this book gets recovered.
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I’ve started to look at the bright side, at least I won’t notice how much time passes. Maybe I can just wait it out. I’m gonna go do some more te-
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[Dr. Moore suddenly stops writing, a streak from the pencil appears on the page. Supposedly something interrupted her.
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Testing Logs From SCP-6783:
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Test A
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Subject: Acorn from a nearby tree.
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Procedure: Acorn was buried approximately 5 meters away from TSD
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Results: In approximately 10 hours, a fully grown tree had been produced. Appearance resembles an ash tree.
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Analysis: Why the TSD had made it an ash tree when the acorn I harvested was completely different is beyond me. I hypothesize that the “Evolution Space” that the TSD creates also genetically mutates whatever evolves and grows. This implies a myriad of different possibilities.
Procedure: Placed approximately 1 meter from the TSD
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Results: Various flowers started to sprout and spread around the TSD, including the flower species Montsechia vidalii in the span of 3 hours
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Analysis: Angiosperm is how flowers evolve and spread, there were many theories that dinosaurs may have eaten angiosperm and spread it around to evolve it. I think I just created the first flower, which is exciting.
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Test C
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Subject: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Procedure: Item placed 1 inch from the TSD for [REDACTED]
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Results: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Analysis: Evolution is powerful, and there are some things we shouldn’t mess with. Whatever just happened there took a week to kill and took me another week to recover from its venom. I’m eating its remains tonight.
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I am never doing that again. On another note, next time I go out for a field test, bring some weapons.
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Dr. Moore’s Notes: Something had occurred to me while doing tests, the subjects all evolved rapidly when in close proximity to the TSD. So what’s happening to me?
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I carried this all the way out here, I’m around it all hours of the day and I even slept near it, back in the Time Box too. I wonder if it’s been affecting me as well?
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Test D
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Subject: Dr. Evelyn Moore
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Procedure: Stationed on top of the TSD for several weeks.
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Results: No changes found
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Analysis: I’ve determined that whatever caused my anomalous eternal youth is also preventing me from evolving biologically.
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SCP-6783 Log-11:
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Dr. Moore here, God that took a long time, sorry about that. For context, while I was gone, one of the animals apparently stuck around for a while and it turned into a dinosaur. I don’t even know how that happened, maybe this Evolution Space is more anomalous than I previously thought. I definitely need more defenses, or at least find a way to stop dinosaurs attacking me.
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I’m gonna go lie down to recover from the apparent dinosaur assault. Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-12:
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You bastards. You knew. You’ve always known. I don't know how long, and I don’t care, you knew.
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I woke up like usual and made myself a meal, I didn't need to eat, I just did it so I can have some resemblance to my old life. While I was eating, it clicked in my brain. Something finally made sense.
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SCP-6783, I’m it aren’t I?
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“Notes from a billion years ago” all that bullshit, you always knew I was gonna go back huh? That this entire mess would happen. It always confused me whenever I read the SCP-6783 file, why was it so simple? Why was it so important? Now I know, you gave me a fucking fake.
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Why didn’t you stop me? Did you want this to happen? I can’t believe that the Foundation just sat back and watched as I built the machine that would destroy my life.
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I think I get it now, you’re the most powerful organization in the whole world with numbers in the millions. You don’t save lives, you make sure you keep existing even at the cost of your own blood.
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You secure. You contain. You protect.
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But when it comes to things like this, you’d watch from afar and see what happens, and make note of it for future use. That’s science. You secure, contain, and protect all you want and there are thousands of us dying to whatever we’re containing and no one else will ever know.
Many of SCP-6783-1’s notes were recovered after her supposed fallout with the Foundation, she seemed to have kept writing in her journal about her findings, perhaps as a way to keep herself sane or for the sake of stimuli.
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After a certain number of pages, the notes start to get incoherent and nonsensical. It was determined SCP-6783-1 started to write in a cryptogram to hide her research, perhaps as a way to spite the Foundation and impede our research.
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Options to have present-day SCP-6783-1 decode it has been denied on the precedent that she might become suspicious.
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Foundation cryptologists were tasked to decode SCP-6783-1's notes, this proved difficult as SCP-6783-1 developed more cryptograms to impede research more. Researchers have been able to decrypt approximately 5% of the recovered instances of SCP-6783.
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A majority of SCP-6783-1's notes are still encrypted and efforts to decode them are still in effect.
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Decrypted Testing Logs from SCP-6783:
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Test E
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Subject: Two unknown species of fish
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Procedure: One fish was placed in a container of room temperature water. The other fish was placed in an identical container, but the temperature was drastically lowered using Project: Centureic’s liquid nitrogen cooling system. Both containers were placed approximately 2 meters away from Project: Centureic.
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Results: The fish in the room temperature water evolved normally and grew to an adult fish in a matter of minutes. The fish in the frigid water aged the same, however, it seemed to have evolved to resist the colder climates after an autopsy.
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Analysis: Biodiversity wished it could be this good, quick evolution for the fish to adapt to the cold climates without having to go through natural selection.
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Test F
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Subject: Nearby tree
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Procedure: Had animals eat pieces of the leaves and place a TSD 5 meters away while being eaten for approximately 3.4 minutes.
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Results: The tree had evolved into a Cycas Revoluta. Fauna consuming the tree reduced greatly.
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Analysis: As expected, the Evolution Space had influenced the tree to evolve into a Cycas Revoluta.
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Test G
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Subject: A third fish
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Procedure: Placed a TSD 1 meter next to it for approximately 10 minutes.
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Results: The subject grew legs and walked on land
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Analysis: It’s incredible, I caused the evolution of land animals. It never occurred to me that this would happen. I had to wait a couple of centuries though to make sure I don’t mess anything up, but it’s amazing to think this little guy would become a dinosaur one day.
Dr. Moore here, I know what I said, but I came back for a reason.
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It seems I have been given a responsibility. For context, I examined the area and cellular life outside the Evolution Space and found something disturbing.
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Most likely when I landed here, evolution had completely stopped. Not just here, but the whole planet. Not only am I the cause of evolution happening, but I also caused the “Boring Billion”.
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When I landed, the temporal properties must’ve halted the evolutionary line. All life on Earth just stopped growing, I determined that the Evolution Space is a sort of reset zone for the evolutionary halt, but also acts as a speed boost.
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When something enters the Evolution Space, it negates the effects caused by the Time Box’s initial landing. So that means one thing if life is to exist on Earth, and for humanity to also exist, I need to find a way to expand the Evolution Space and hopefully counteract its negative effects.
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Don’t think I’m doing this for the Foundation, I’m doing this for my husband, for my family, and all of humanity. You’re just lucky to be a part of it.
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I still don’t forgive you. Dr. Moore signing off.
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I tried fixing the Time Box’s mobility units, no luck. I also tried attaching animals to it and trying to pull it like a chariot, they evolved and broke free to kill me. I had to kill them first, I may be eternally young, but I don’t think I’m fully immortal.
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After many other failed attempts, I came up with a different solution. I made makeshift wheels, a pulley system, and placed the Time Box on top of the wheels to make it into a sort of cart. I decided the only way to do my mission is to pull it myself.
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It’s going to be a long walk…
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-15:
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Evelyn here, I’m gonna start my expedition soon, but first I should explain the plan.
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I can’t find any way to remotely reverse the effects Project: Centureic caused. The only plausible way to actually reverse it in my current situation is to expose every square inch of the Earth’s surface to the Evolution Space. The only way to do that is manually, so I made a makeshift cart to put the Time Box in and I’m gonna pull it all over the Earth.
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It sounds tedious and inefficient, but it’s the best I got. I can’t enlist animals since they’ll rapidly evolve into [DATA EXPUNGED], so it’s up to me.
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This will be my last entry for a while, I need to keep moving so things don't get out of control. Everything from the landing site is already anomalous enough, we don’t want it to get out of hand.
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I still don’t forgive the Foundation for what they’ve done, but I hope I can accept your choices. I’ve already accepted I’m stuck here, maybe I can evolve to forgive you.
Foundation archaeologists managed to locate the remnants of SCP-6783-2. 78% of the machinery according to the schematics brought back to the past has been designated as missing or destroyed. No explanation has been given as to why due to the fact the Tachyon Superfluid Drive, now designated SCP-6783-3, was functioning as intended from SCP-6783-1s notes, the degradation of SCP-6783-2 should have lasted the allotted time frame it was in.
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Additionally, while SCP-6783-1’s notes were found close to SCP-6783-2, the remains of SCP-6783-1’s have yet to be found.
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5/6783 CLASSIFIED
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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6783 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
Addendum-5:
+The remnants of Dr. Evelyn Moore were located in █████████, ██████████ with the remains of her notebook that contain more contents of SCP-6783.
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The last pages detail her final days and what happened to SCP-6783-2.
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SCP-6783 Log-16:
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This is Dr. Moore, I don’t know how long it’s been, but all I know is that dinosaurs started appearing everywhere. I guess I did my mission right. I deactivated the TSD so it stops, I’m gonna wait a few thousand years in this cave to make sure evolution is continuing normally. I’ll update you all when I can.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-17:
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OH MY GOD.
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THIS IS DR. MOORE, THE DINOSAURS JUST DISAPPEARED. I SWEAR TO YOU, I WOKE UP AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY’RE DEAD.
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There was no meteor, there was no sound, I checked the Time Box, and apparently, I just skipped over 61000 YEARS IN ONE NIGHT. WHAT THE HELL? THEY JUST UP AND VANISHED.4
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Why did it have to be me? Why was I the one who had to go back in time? Does the universe despise me so much that I have to witness the birth of nature as a form of punishment? I must’ve been terrible in a past life to deserve this.
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This is Dr. Moore, going to take a long nap.
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SCP-6783 Log-18:
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Dr. Moore here, oh my God, I was walking around after the whole dinosaur thing. I apparently was asleep for a while, and I just spotted some humans near me, primitive and they’re all just corralled in a cave. I think this is a hunter-gatherer society I stumbled upon.
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Did I cause them? Was I responsible for the evolution of man? This is a little much for me, but I won’t approach them, just in case they accidentally worship me as a god or something and mess up the future.
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I'm seeing something strange right now as I write this. I’ll get a closer look and get back to you. Dr. Moore signing off for now.
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SCP-6783 Log-19:
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Dr. Moore here, I found something incredible, I believe I found SCP-10005 or the first generation of it at least.
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I’m hiding in the cave right now making sure they don’t see me, but I don’t think they’ve risen to power just yet. They still seem very primitive, I wonder if I can witness them evolve to how the report describes them. I'll need to observe more carefully.
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I just came back from observing the instance of SCP-1000, I couldn't stay long because I thought they saw me so I escaped. On the bright side, I can confirm that it is definitely SCP-1000. I noticed that they looked at the primitive humans for a long time before leaving. SCP-1000 never interacted with them and instead just avoided them, almost as if it were scared.
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I will try to be a lot more careful the next time I spy on SCP-1000. Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-20:
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This is Dr. Moore, it’s been a long time, maybe a thousand years. I just realized that I’ve been saying that a lot nonchalantly, but I’ve had a few close calls with SCP-1000. Every time they come close to the cave, I try to close up the cave with a boulder.
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I made a pulley system to close the cave entrance using a pull of a vine. I didn’t get a doctorate in engineering just by being decent. This is going to be a temporary home until both the humans and SCP-1000 leave the area. I feel like I’m going to be here for a while.
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Speaking of which, I studied the behavior of SCP-1000 some more. I found this spot where I could observe them in secret and I noted a few things.
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Whenever SCP-1000 had a clear line of sight of the primitive humans, it would normally observe them as I do in a secluded area where the humans wouldn't notice. But usually, if a human happens to approach the area SCP-1000 is watching, it would back off and escape. This time was different, an instance of SCP-1000 approached a group of humans, but the humans were the ones who backed off this time. SCP-1000 seemed to have noticed this and continued to pester the humans.
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Luckily one of the humans approached SCP-1000 and appeared hostile, that's when the instance of SCP-1000 backed off. Something tells me that this won't be the last time SCP-1000 will provoke the humans. I'll document whatever I can.
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Dr. Moore signing off for now.
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SCP-6783 Log-21:
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BAD NEWS
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This is Dr. Moore, and something terrible happened.
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I went out to go study the SCP-1000 instances more without being spotted, I wasn’t caught, but when I came back Project: Centureic was missing!
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I don’t know who stole it, but I have my suspicions. They managed to figure out how to move the door, and I’ve determined that they brought a group to lift the Time Box. If they figure out how to work the TSD, we’re fucked. I need to go find them.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-22:
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Dr. Moore here, I know the truth now. I knew SCP-1000 stole Project: Centureic, but I know why now. I don’t know if the Foundation knew, something tells me they didn’t until they found my notes, but it's very clear now.
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It’s been a couple of decades, I managed to track them down.
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They were using the TSD and the machinery from Project: Centureic to build their society.
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I hypothesize that the long-term exposure to the now reactivated TSD had evolved their brains to modern human capacities. Once they gained enough intelligence, SCP-1000 managed to reverse engineer the machinery from Project: Centureic and use the Evolution Space produced by it to hyper-evolved the flora and fauna around them to utilize nature as the file described.
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If I’m recalling correctly, humanity should eradicate them soon. I just need to wait for more.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-23:
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It’s been a long time, maybe a century, and nothing yet. Maybe It’s a lot later than I thought?
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SCP-6783 Log-24:
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Still waiting, I realized I didn’t write much last time since I was just waiting, but I should mention that SCP-1000 has mastered transportation using hyper-evolved animals.
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Also, a thought occurred. Why would they fence off the humans? Are they zoo animals to them? Are they too scared?
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Could it be they realize that the device they used to evolve themselves, can also be used to evolve the humans? Do they fear that humans could evolve? Evolve past them?
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It’s an interesting thought.
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The Evolution Space is a powerful anomaly, it will eventually run out of power, but by then they would have evolved past it. I also have a hypothesis of why it hasn’t changed them as it did to [DATA EXPUNGED] all those millennia ago. The TSD only has so much power, and a majority was used to fix the mess Project: Centureic made 1 billion years ago.
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The less power it has, the slower that the Evolution Space affects living things. Eventually, it will run out of power, but they won’t need it anymore. The rate they’re going, they should be beyond modern humans in about a decade. I don’t understand why the humans haven’t done anything yet.
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Maybe they need a push, it’s risky, but I have no other choice.
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SCP-6783 Log-25:
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I approached a group of the humans in the forest, they seemed scared by my outfit from the future. I tried to reassure them I’m not a threat, but they ran off. This is gonna be difficult.
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SCP-6783 Log-26:
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Okay, I managed to convince a smaller group to listen to me in the forest.
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Side note: I stole some of the tools from SCP-1000, in hopes to teach them how to use them.
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They don’t speak any languages, but I was able to interpret using gestures and pictures. I’m going to teach them how to use the tools tomorrow. I need to rest for now.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-27:
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I noticed something when I woke up, my skin was wrinkly. I think time is finally catching up. I don’t know why, but I need to hurry.
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I’ll be back once I finish teaching them.
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I was thinking, the story from SCP-1000 about how humanity revolted. I wonder if I was the cause? Maybe it was best for me to go back.
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On another note, lessons with the humans are going well, which is good since SCP-1000 had just mastered aerial transportation.
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Hopefully, I manage to teach them enough before time catches up with me.
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Dr. Moore signing off.
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SCP-6783 Log-???:
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This is Dr. Moore’s final message.
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The humans have started to teach each other. Soon they’re going to be able to revolt and cause an SK-Class-Dominance-Shift-Scenario.
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As for me, I’m barely able to write, my skin is becoming grey and wrinkly. My hands are bony, my hair is white. I can feel the ages catching up to me, why it just started I have no idea, but I had enough time to help humans.
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Before I die, I want to get a few things out there.
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Eric my love, I’m sorry. Our time was short, but it was for the best. I hope when I’m gone, you move on and find love again.
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Dr. █████, the head of Project: Centureic, thank you for being one of my best friends in the Foundation. Try not to get killed out there.
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As for the SCP Foundation. I forgive you all. I can die knowing why this happened. Make sure I never find out the true nature of SCP-6783 until my time comes. No matter what I say, she will eventually be at peace with her destiny.
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I can die peacefully in the dark, knowing that humanity can live in the light.
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I’m sorry.
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Dr. Evelyn Moore, signing off for the last time.
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Addendum-5:
+Many of SCP-6783-1's notes have been determined to be missing. The notes on how Dr. Moore was able to teach the primitive humans, further tests, and further experiences in the past have either not been recovered or have been archived elsewhere from this document. Missing instances of SCP-6783 are currently being searched for.
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Finding new notes might shed some light on the nature of SCP-6783 and the experiences Dr. Moore had during the time she had been trapped in the past. It may also reveal where the missing parts of SCP-6783-2 may be located, in hopes for the Foundation to salvage to possibly rebuild the device at a later date.
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The capabilities of SCP-6783-3 in producing the "Evolution Space" may be reverse-engineered to aid the Foundation in some way. Though rudimentary in evolving living things, a way to refine it may be possible.
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One note was found sometime after Dr. Moore's final message to the future:
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"The flowers are blooming Eric, they look beautiful"
The recovered cadaver of Evelyn Moore is to be preserved in Archaeological Site-101 and kept hidden away from present Dr. Moore.
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A false missing person case is to be fabricated in the event of present Dr. Moore's eventual disappearance. The future corpse will be relocated to a nearby area of Dr. Moore's residence to be given a proper burial.
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Message from O5-6
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SCP-6783
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SCP-6783 is unique. It is the fact we know the fate of Evelyn Moore, and we must keep it a secret from her. If it seems unethical to keep her in the dark, you must remember what is at stake. If Dr. Moore does not go back in time, she can never help humanity become the dominant species. To ensure our existence, we must cast aside the sympathy for her and let nature take its course.
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Remember what she sacrificed for us, for humanity.
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She died in the dark, so we can live in the light.
This file may be used for training purposes or references on how not to break ethics, research, and safety codes within the Foundation. The document will be censored on a case-by-case basis depending on its purpose and the clearance level of personnel.
Special Containment Procedures: Since the events of Addendum 6971.7 the prior Special Containment Procedures have become obsolete. However, since the anomaly does not fulfill all requirements to be considered neutralized or other standard containment classes by standard protocol, it was given the arguably controversial classification "Sköll".
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Since it's reclassification, additional information on SCP-6971's status is considered high priority by default. Its location is to be directly monitored by Foundation satellites or any other means deemed necessary.
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Staff without adequate clearance whose work needs to take the effects of SCP-6971 into account are to be told that its current enclosure is a malfunctioning prototype, that the effects can be neglected, and are under no circumstances be given the complete file of the anomaly under their current clearance level.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6971 is to be kept submerged in the modified RBMK reactor on Site-47.2 Heat resistant and waterproof tubes and sensors must be directly inserted into the bloodstream or respective organs of SCP-6971 to regulate his nutritional intake and monitor his bodily functions. Oxygen must be applied through a mask at all times to force SCP-6971 to breathe or keep it in a numb, unconscious, or otherwise docile state with the combination of anesthetics.
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Personnel must wear full standard protective gear when working on Site-47 unless otherwise specified. When adjusting anything related to or in the immediate vicinity of the RBMK reactor, or having any type of contact with SCP-6971, personnel must wear a type 1 hazmat suit to prevent them from developing radiation-induced burns, poisoning, or other medical conditions. The provided hazmat suits need to be rinsed down before and after use and are to be disposed of in a nuclear waste barrel. All personnel needs to work in rotation to prevent overexposure to radioactive radiation.
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Description: SCP-6971 refers to the fifth individual that was registered as D-8660, Matteus Manninen, permanently aged 33. Prior to its re-discovery on Site-47, it was presumed dead after a submarine attack on Foundation Cargo Shipments by an at the time unknown party.3
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SCP-6971 is constantly emitting heat and radioactive radiation. Both are known to fluctuate in intensity depending on its emotional state. As a side effect of its properties, personnel from Site-47 has been diagnosed significantly more with severe medical diseases in the past than the average site.4
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The current state of Site-47.
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History: SCP-6971 initially was the designation for what is now officially branded Site-47. On 22/03/1976, the Foundation found a nuclear plant in ████████. No prior descriptions were found in Foundation records nor documents of the government bodies of the area. MTF-Rho-12 "Doorknockers" was ordered to investigate and dispose of any threat if deemed necessary. Prepared for hostile contact, they entered the premises and were met with gunfire.
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After successfully taking over the nuclear plant, a cleaning unit was sent in and discovered severely lacking infrastructure near the RBMK reactor. All personnel that had entered the premises was taken into quarantine and a parameter was enforced. After 12 days all guards had succumbed to radiation poisoning and the bodies were cremated together with the corpses from the initial shootout. However, it was noted that Geiger–Muller counters did not show high levels of radiation whilst near the deceased. It was hypothesized that the quarantined personnel was terminated or died from other anomalous effects, neither had been confirmed at the time. Site-47 was later repurposed by the Foundation as a power source for ██ sites after several audits.
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Addendum 6971.1: Medical Evaluations on Site-47
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In 1978 an increasing trend of used vacation days and sick leave by personnel of Site-47 was discovered. An investigation from outside Site-47 showed that documented medical evaluations were being tampered with. Due to the size of fraudulent documentation on the health of personnel, matters were escalated to the Ethics Committee. After interviewing near all personnel on-site and separate medical evaluations, the following report was released;
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REPORT FROM THE ETHICS COMMITTEE
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+It has come to our attention that personnel on Site-47, or rather SCP-6971, take significantly more sick leave than their colleagues on other locations. After separate medical evaluations, they have been diagnosed with several symptoms, often chronic in nature, that are related to overexposure to radiation. A full list is available below. Please, check your own condition and make contact with your medical office if you recognize any of the listed symptoms.
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It is unknown if this is a long-term or newly developed effect/defect of the anomaly. The results of this investigation will be expanded upon in the future. Specific statistics are not yet released as not all data has been confirmed and the situation continues to evolve. Due to the severity of the situation, staff will begin to deviate from protocol effective immediately.
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Any concerns can be directly sent to the Communication Department or your supervisor who will send it forward to us. Anonymity is optional, although not recommended in case of medical issues.
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Symptoms
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Chronic headaches or migraines
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Chronic nausea, vomiting, a numbing or losing taste, or a newly developed eating disorder5
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Losing consciousness on active duty at least twice in the last 6 months
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Permanent (radiation) burns formed without contacting open fire or other heat sources.
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Development of any form of cancer whilst working on SCP-6971, substantial or complete hair loss, or change of hair colour
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Development of cataract whilst working on SCP-6971
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Development of cardiovascular issues whilst working on SCP-6971
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Development of irreversible damage in DNA or genetic defects whilst working on SCP-6971
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Additionally, the medical issues were confirmed able to be hereditary as there were ██ reported cases of children being born terminally ill, stillborn, or with congenital defects. Please, report any new pregnancy to your medical office as fast as possible.
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At the time of writing the estimated number of deaths is ███ and counting.
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Immediate changes in protocol
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As all official documents are currently being investigated for fraud, personnel must file and bring their medical reports in person going onward if possible. Additionally, audits will be held more regularly.
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The investigation team at the RBMK reactor.
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After issuing the report, the RBMK reactor was inspected for leakages and defects. Evidence that the core of the reactor differed from the standard design of RBMK reactors was found. Site director Dr. Thomas Mallory claimed he was unaware of this fact. This caused the Foundation to doubt his nuclear engineering degree and other certificates. After arranging a search through his desk, home, and personal belongings that lasted multiple days, several recovered notes refuted his innocence by confirming the reactor was not modified as planned after taking over Site-47. However, it did not reveal the current state of the reactor or possessed other relevant information. Dr. Mallory was taken into custody whilst still on-site. Because of the number of inconsistencies and the scale of the problem affecting multiple sites, the O5 made the situation an agenda item.
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+O5-2: So my fellow ladies and gentlemen, with that done, I think we can move on to the next topic.
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O5-3: This is about… a nuclear plant and its site director? I'm way too busy if it's just another energy crisis somewhere. I thought we were supposed to discuss something about medical stuff the Ethics Committee addressed?
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O5-10: Well, this "energy crisis" just might happen over a lot of sites placed around the entirety of Central Europe. Also-
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O5-3: Central Europe isn't really where a lot of my stuff is located but don't all sites have a temporary backup?
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O5-10: That they do Three, do you happen to have the medical data on hand?
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O5-3: Yes, I d-
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O5-10: Then, please shut up, look at the report in the appendix, and check the damn cause. Or do I have to take on two council seats?
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O5-3: Oh… OH! That son of a b-
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O5-7: Enough chitchat, do we have any additional information? Has there been an update from interrogating him or something?
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O5-8: Director Mallory, hasn't made any comments on the situation. I assume the man is counting on an accomplice or someone from a third party. Covering something of this scale isn't exactly easy on one's resources.
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O5-5: Can't we do a separate investigation or a scan for the reactor's profile?
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O5-6: As far as I know the location in question is in my area so I will have to assign some-
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O5-11: Six, like hell we are gonna let a warmonger like you decide stuff given how much you care about people their condition or surviving in general. Let's hand it over to the Ethics Committee because they are already hawking the situation as we speak. Besides, if eight is right, we have more problems than we first assumed.
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At this point the conversation becomes repetitive. Questions come up but further details cannot be confirmed. Several minutes omitted for brevity.
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O5-4: Look, this has been going on for too long. We need to get to our next point fast. Let's just put the damn thing out for a few hours, let the other sites run on the other infrastructures and backups, and send a man or two down to check what's happening.
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O5-1: Agreed, next meeting we need to talk about the dependency of sites on one shared component as well. A team should draft protocols and guidelines for new sites immediately.
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Dr. Ralph Dolgan, an employee trusted by both the O5-Council and the Ethics Committee, was appointed to investigate the current state of the reactor. The reactor was shut off for an eight-hour window. On his own authority, Dr. Dolgan asked several technicians to check the surface for defects immediately. They did not find anything out of protocol but claimed to hear a distant static voice over their radio transmitters regardless of the used frequency. Whereof Two technicians claimed it resembled a faint screaming. After the eight-hour window, this phenomenon ceased to exist.
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Three days later, whilst testing the electrical circuits, one elevator showed a small loss of current ranging between 4 to 6 mA. Because of this, the residual current ELCB6 should have turned itself off automatically. However, several electricians reported that this was not the case. They were ordered to open and redraw the schematics of the elevator. Instead of finding all the components, they found out that the elevator's schematics were inaccurate when they found an extension leading down several meters.
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Fearing for further radiation leakage and dependency on the electricity for several sites, there was no time to transfer an MTF to Site-47. Realizing the gravity of the situation, two qualified technicians, Larry Armstrong, and Jake Bernhard, volunteered to go down, investigate, and seal the elevator shaft whilst it was still running. After putting on the correct personal protective equipment, mechanically disabling the elevator, and signing several documents, they went down to investigate. Log available below.
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Addendum 6971.2 O5-Council Excerpt
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L. Armstrong: I can see that, it's just a couple meters down, not some fifty meters.
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J. Bernhard: Sure, got it. Just following protocol, who knows where this thing leads.
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L. Armstrong:Lands. Well, that there probably leads somewhere closer to the reactor.
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J. Bernhard: And that's exactly why we need to follow the procedures. This entire site is currently in some paperwork hell and this is gonna make things probably even more complicated. Sighs. Now, help me with this door.
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L. Armstrong: Sure.
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Several minutes are needed to open the door. V. Penelope, a third technician, standing watch above as a safety measure, lowered a small platform as a temporary elevator and evacuation route.
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L. Armstrong: Fuck, that was a strong seal. This shit is like a submarine hatch.
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J. Bernhard: Well, this hall- No, small and fucked up corridor is probably leading us somewhere next to the core.
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L. Armstrong: I'm gonna contact Dolgan. Click.
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L. Armstrong:[To Dr. Dolgan] Hey Ralph, there is a small way further in but I'm not gonna sit a few hours in high radiation and wait for a decision. How about you guys give us five minutes and we get the hell out of here? Click.
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Dr. Dolgan: I'll give you 90 seconds once you enter since you already opened the door just close it when you leave. Put in anything you deem worthy of research into your tool case if applicable, you can leave common tools behind. Don't forget to record with bodycams for footage. We're definitely gonna seal this up for the next couple of days or weeks.
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J. Bernhard: You heard the man, 90 seconds it is.
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Bernhard and Armstrong both walk in the corridor and after a corner makes place for an even longer hallway with two flickering lights. There are two doors on each side of the hall and at the end a sealed door with a porthole. Both fasten their pace, steel shoe tips echo in the hall.
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J. Bernhard: I'm going to the door at the end straight ahead of us. The board is likely there and I might get some footage of the specifics as well.
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L. Armstrong: You sure? That's where the reactor is supposed to-
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J. Bernhard: If we don't get that info today, then who knows when, if at all.
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L. Armstrong: Then you better get checked first when we surface. Breathes. I think I only got time to check the info on the doors and quickly scan one room. Then we're out.
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J. Bernhard: Roger that.
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Armstrong quickly gets footage from all four doors, which are labeled as standard storage rooms, and enters the one he checks last, which appears to house cooled containers. He takes the logbooks and ring binder by default present at the right of the door, shoves them in his tool case, and manages to take the closest container from a shelf before leaving and closing the door.
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L. Armstrong: I got some stuff. Let's get out, time's ticking.
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Bernhard is looking through the porthole and does not appear to have heard his colleague.
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L. Armstrong: HEY! We got to go!
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J. Bernhard: Huh? Ah, yes!
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Both run back to the entrance. Bernhard takes the container from Armstrong who after leaving first closes the door after Bernhard gets out. Both drop their recovered items on the ground and begin to seal the door.
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L. Armstrong: So, what was that?
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J. Bernhard: What do you mean?
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L. Armstrong: I mean the hesitation. What the hell was that? Are you insane?
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J. Bernhard: Ah that, I guess I was out of it for a moment.
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L. Armstrong: Well, I hope you got a good explanation for that when they review our footage. Damn it, man! They would have ordered me to leave you behind.
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J. Bernhard:Smirks. I wouldn't worry about that. Things are gonna get even messier, but probably not for us.
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L. Armstrong: So what did you see, the electrical grid? A defect in the core? Did you even see the core?
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J. Bernhard: Oh yeah, I definitely saw it…
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L. Armstrong: Saw what?
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J. Bernhard: D-Class…
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L. Armstrong: Wha- D-Cla-
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J. Bernhard: The core is a goddamn D-Class.
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L. Armstrong:Pause. Oh, Lord…
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The Footage was successfully uploaded into the Foundation databank and reviewed. J. Bernhard's recording of the core showed a spherical cell filled with water where instead of fuel rods, a D-Class with an oxygen mask, several catheters, feeding tubes, and sensors on its body was chained up. Its orange overall was slightly faded in colour but the imprinted number, D-8660, was identified. Checking the number did at first not match due to the new designation of it on a Latin-American woman. However, the container recovered by L. Armstrong contained several blood samples that matched with one of the prior wearers of the number, Matteus Manninen. The archived file is available below.
Acquisition into Foundation custody: Citizen with memories of the containment breach from SCP-████ on ██/██/████. Was taken into custody against his will due to the unexpected immunity against amnestics.
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Behavioral and Testing Evaluation
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Mostly neutral or helpful. Has resentment from being taken into custody, but does not make things harder than they should be as long as he is treated decently. Good test subject for safe and most non-harmful euclid class anomalies. Good with cleaning up failed tests in group.
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Testing history: With 13 successfully completed tests or testing periods to his name, fairly experienced. Shows better results with humanoïd anomalies than with objects or misformed entities. Testing with sentient non-humanoïd anomalies should ideally be verbal only on first contact.
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Additional Information: Due to immunity for amnestics, only applies for testing under clearance level 4 "Secret" after gaining approval from three personnel members of that level or higher.
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Cause of Death
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On 22 September 1970 during transfer via cargo ship to another site for testing, was killed alongside all 232 other casualties by the impact of a nuclear torpedo.
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The investigation of the attack was discontinued after four years. The perpetrator and motives remain unidentified to date.
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The samples were sent to the nearest immunology, hematology, and genetics laboratory, MEDLab 8, for further research. The file of SCP-6971 got rewritten due to inaccuracy and misrepresentation of the anomaly. Research in seized documents was performed simultaneously.
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A copy from the file above was taken out of the D-class archive, digitalized, and added to the Collection of Active Anomaly Information.8 Whilst waiting for results of the blood analysis, the Ethics Committee approved the construction of a second and more modernized RBMK reactor that would take over the existing function and infrastructure relying on SCP-6971. Three days after this decision, MEDLab 8 reported that their first results could not explain the anomalous phenomena.9 The Ethics Committee granted Dr. Dolgan's request for an interview with Dr. Mallory, who had been stripped of his function as site director before being transferred to an isolated D-Class Cell.
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Interviewed: Dr. Thomas Mallory
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Interviewer: Dr. Ralph Dolgan
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Dolgan comes in, throws his clipboard on the table, and a small clattering sound fills the room. Dr. Mallory adjusts his position, making his handcuffs clink.
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Dr. Mallory: I guess these aren't coming off soon, huh.
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Dr. Dolgan sighs. Mallory smirks.
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Dr. Dolgan: You are a real asshole, you know that?
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Dr. Mallory: An asshole, but a valuable one.
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Dr. Dolgan: Why are you so relaxed?
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Dr. Mallory: Because you can't do shit to me. I'm the only one that knows what's going on, I'm the only backup when it comes down to it. My hands may be dirty but my desks are clean, I wonder what you've found so far.
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Dr. Dolgan: What we've found so far? [Slightly louder] What we've found so far?!
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Dr. Mallory: You might find bits and pieces but you'll never get the whole picture. Now begin your questioning, this should be some good entertainment.
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Dr. Dolgan:[under his breath] Son of a-
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Dr. Dolgan pulls a chair back, sits down, takes the clipboard, and clicks his pen.
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Dr. Dolgan:Sighs. Dr. Mallory, you've been charged with breaking nearly all procedures, the endangerment of all levels of personnel and civilians of multiple sites, and to a certain extent the secrecy we maintain in regards to the public, alongside a multitude of other charges that currently still exceed your past authority. Do you have anything to say before we go further?
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Dr. Mallory: Just that I know the lines and charges, I used to run a site, I'm as you would say corrupt, not stupid. No, I'm not gonna confess either. Smirks.
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Dr. Dolgan: Can you tell me anything about the reactor or the D-Class that is present within?
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Dr. Mallory: I see you found out about that, but not too surprising really. No, I will not disclose anything about that.
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Dr. Dolgan: We found several blood samples from the individual. Are there samples after you put him on the electrical circuit?
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Dr. Mallory: If you know how to take that, please let me know. I would love to hear your results.
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Dr. Dolgan:Oh, I'm sure you do.
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Dr. Dolgan takes a photograph. A team of 14 people is visible in front of the steps of Site-47. Several heads have a red cross on them.
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Dr. Dolgan: Do you have anything to say about this photo?
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Dr. Mallory: It was just one of the teams under my command what about it? You can look into the records yourself.
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Dr. Dolgan scribbles something on his clipboard and takes another photo out.
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Dr. Dolgan: What about this one?
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Dr. Mallory: Okay, I see this is the card your playing. What are you getting at?
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Dr. Dolgan:Puts down a third photo. What about this one?
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Dr. Mallory: It's another team, some of them were good researchers but that's it. Served their purpose.
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Silence returns. Dr. Dolgan takes out an envelope and undoes the seal.
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Dr. Mallory: Oh, some hard evidence?
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Dr. Dolgan empties the contents by letting all photos fall and scatter on the table.
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Dr. Dolgan: ███ dead. ███ dead confirmed, ███ dead and counting! Still. Fucking. Counting. And don't get me started on the terminally ill.
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Dr. Mallory:Smirks. Mad that I'm not one of them? Go big, or go home, Dolgan. They were expendable, janitors, agents, researchers, and especially that D-Class. But he ain't dead yet, isn't he?
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Dr. Dolgan:[Coldly] You've been behind this whole thing. I bet you made this site with a higher-up since everything was up to our standards. Convenient, isn't it, for some plant in the middle of nowhere? You got rid of the initial agents and cleaning crew, and you knew those blood samples do not explain shit.
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Dr. Mallory: Well, well… That are some big accusations for something you can't confirm. But of course, I deny all of it.
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Dr. Dolgan:[whispering] That's just a matter of time. And when we do, perhaps the Ethics Committee might just turn its head and put you in the new reactor.
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Dr. Mallory: Building a reactor takes years, sometimes even decades, and since the first one already hasn't been maintained correctly by my people for a while it won't be long until things go south. Better get building Dolgan. I'd recommend you'd ask the best nuclear engineer to help you a hand, but I think I rather sit this one out, so I can watch and learn.
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Dolgan pushes Mallory slightly into the back of his chair before letting his grip loose. He walks outside the door and signs in two guards.
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Dr. Dolgan: Then learn you will. Better get used to the orange suit, Mallory. That way you might even learn some basic human decency again.
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Dr. Mallory: No, goodbye? At least give the rest of the site my greetings and thanks for their hard work.
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Dr. Dolgan: God, you disgust me.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Dr. Dolgan put in a request to make an additional team of nuclear engineers. A few days later, a notion was put in to preemptively decide the fate of SCP-6971 when the construction was done.
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The latter was put on hold until the final results from the medical lab came in. Before that happened, on 17 October 1978, a static screaming could be heard softly over any type of transceiver in the control room and in circa a 100-meter radius of the reactor as SCP-6971 had regained a more conscious status. Sensors revealed it could not be put into a more passive or immobilized state anymore without feeling its surroundings due to the past long-term usage of narcotics. Attempts to communicate with the anomaly were made, to no avail. Logs available below.
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Addendum 6971.4 First Communication Logs
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Interviewed: SCP-6971, Matteus Manninen
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Interviewer: Dr. Dolgan
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Additional information: Static noise has been minimized but could not be completely removed. The original recordings are available for researchers trying to minimize interference in the future.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-6971: Let me out! Let me out! You're boiling me alive! Please, make it stop! Incomprehensible screaming.
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Dr. Dolgan: If you can hear us, please try to use the speakers again.
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SCP-6971: Let me out!
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Dr. Dolgan: Can you hear us?
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SCP-6971: You put me here! You put me- Screaming. Why?! WhyaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
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The screaming continues. Several alarms loudly can be heard.
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Dr. Dolgan: You are releasing a lot of radiation, I understand you are in pain but please for everyone's sake if you have any sort of control over this-
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SCP-6971: MALLORY! WHY DID YOU TORPEDO US?! MALLORY!
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The radiation begins to interfere with the speakers, only static noise comes through.
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Dr. Dolgan:[To personnel] Someone get the catheters for the anesthetics and give that man a dose. Now!
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Researcher: But doctor, then we need to go down in the elevator shaft that-
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Dr. Dolgan: Get someone and all the tools you might need, or this entire place will go off!
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Researcher: Sure, but doctor, where are you going?
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Dr. Dolgan: I'm going to tear someone a new one.
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<End Log>
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Dr. Mallory and several other colleagues next to their finished rocket booster.
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SCP-6971 was deemed unable to engage in dialogue and it was confirmed that SCP-6971's emotional and physical pain enhanced its state of instability, causing more fluctuations and severe risks to personnel on-site. Dr. Dolgan reported the link with the torpedo incident from 22 September 1970 to the Ethics Committee. After reviewing footage, the technicalities, and the silhouette of the torpedo, it was successfully identified as a Foundation weapon from a separate department. More specifically, the size and rear end formation looked very similar to a specific rocket booster Dr. Mallory had worked on prior to the incident. At the time of writing and for precautionary measures, it was assumed that SCP-6971 may develop new effects or increase their intensity in the foreseeable future.
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Since this event, it is assumed that SCP-6971 can emit, absorb, or manipulate wavelengths to interfere, weaken, and send signals from communication or interconnected devices.10 It is hypothesized that SCP-6971 cannot disrupt observations of cosmic radiation or other wavelengths of external sources with 84% certainty.
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Operators and a small coordination crew had to prevent a shutdown of the site due to an alarmingly high amount of errors from the sites depending on the electrical net. Stronger narcotics were administered to SCP-6971, to the displeasure of the Ethics Committee who hesitantly gave approval due to the lack of alternatives. However, whilst it kept the anomaly in a docile state, it did not result in a complete unconscious status anymore. Containment specialists began working towards new procedures to prevent cases of dubious containments in the future.
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Addendum 6971.5 Final Genetic Report
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GENETIC ANALYSIS REPORT
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+Summary: Results have shown the presence of radioactive plutonium under the form of the 239Pu isotope in the molecular structure of the DNA of SCP-6971. Further observation showed that SCP-6971 is able to make this component on its own but the cellular processes responsible for this are yet unclear.
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Confirmed Genetic Mutations and Defects
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DNA-Analysis showed that the DNA of SCP-6971 DNA carries a purine nucleotide base that includes the radioactive plutonium-239 isotope (239Pu) and replaces guanine (G) whose stability is heavily modified by Methylation.11 Because of this SCP-6971 is theoretically possible to become circa 3.700 years of age.12
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Attached to this file is the structure of GMP13 with plutonium instead of the expected 2 hydrogen atoms after successful isolation by researchers.
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DNA fingerprinting14 has proven difficult since enzymes are easily broken down due to its effects and gel electrophoresis with UV-lamps does not result in visualization.
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Conclusion: We believe it is impossible to analyze SCP-6971 further or neutralize it without killing it due to technological restrictions.
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After all documentation was gathered and investigations for the most part finished, the O5-Council made SCP-6971 a topic again for their next meeting, the excerpt is available below.
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<Begin Log>
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O5-2: So, I think we can move on to the next thing on our agenda. Unless anyone wants to bring in additional documentation?
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The Council members are putting papers back into their folders, a few sip from their drinks before the room goes quiet.
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O5-8: I believe the next thing is a request on Site-47? Or is this about more ongoing or evolving issues at hand there?
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O5-10: Let's see. Flips page. Euh… Ah, yes! We need to talk about the engineering team, a new reactor, and what to do with the anomaly after stuff settles down.
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O5-7: That was SCP-6971, wasn't it?
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O5-10: Yes, that is the allocated number. With ███ current files of other anomalies linked due to the risk of breach from a power outage.
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O5-1: Honestly, I'm not sure stuff there can be "settled down".
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O5-8: Well, we have some backup generators and extra security so we would be able to do compartmentalization and lock hostile creatures in halls if necessary.
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O5-5: But that is not a long-term solution and might bring personnel in danger. I've already approved on-site construction for solar panels and wind turbines for ease in the future. Being able to generate their own power, even if not completely is beneficial.
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O5-4: About the engineering team, we might do some relocating of personnel too to cover some positions, others might need some extra schooling though.
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O5-8: We have good people in physics to spare. Maybe let some partially learn on the job or have supporting functions. How big do they want this team?
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O5-3: Just a couple of people, like a small cell. Might be a cool side-project for any of us to invest in, to be honest. Definitely not hard to meet the requirements.
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O5-11: I have a question about this new reactor, it is just going to be the same model as the first one, right? The problem is the duration, not the resources, so if we deal with the anomaly would it be possible to still use or rebuild what is left of the original?
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O5-2: I'm for full decommissioning of the first one and see how it goes from there. I do not have a permanent solution for the anomaly but I think building additional power sources would be great since the infrastructure allows for it.
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O5-10: Yeah, I'm with Two on this one. I am not against extra stuff being built but I want to see radioactive stuff being removed and some good clean up. However, I have no idea how to get the anomaly out of the core in a stable, let alone efficient or safe, manner.
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O5-1: Speaking of clean-up, Mallory needs to get rid of. I mean, adjusting rocket boosters to make an attempted Eigenweapon and taking down our own ships is quite bad. One of us had to vouch for him.
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O5-8: Yeah, he probably got rid of some bad stuff and then got in this unexpected series of events. Getting rid of personnel on his undiscovered site, the responsible MTF, and the cleaning crew also is very concerning how it happened under our noses. Who knows what else people got away with?
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O5-6: I can call in an MTF on him as we speak. My personnel is rather swift in taking someone and putting them in an oven or something to get rid of. Even if that seems a bit much for someone that is now a D-Class.
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O5-7: Still, a D-Class that was a corrupt site director. And even worse, one that was good at being both.
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O5-12: Ok, ok, we got quite the idea for some of these loose ends and how to prevent some shit. The only thing now left is the anomaly, does anyone have a proposal on what we can do with it? We cannot take it out, or risk taking it out in our current situation.
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O5-5: Did the Ethics Committee have details about this? Additional investigations are quite a waste of time.
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O5-8: I agree with Five here, we should get statements from the engineer and personnel from site-47 with experience.
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O5-3: Let's stay updated on this and get this on the agenda on a regular basis. I think the proposed things should be implemented for now, but we also have to get through this meeting.
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The second reactor before its first usage.
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The suggestion for the engineering team was approved. All members except two were relocated to Site-47. The other two were scouted by talent acquisition. A separate resource shipping policy, a separate prevention advisor were appointed.
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The development of the reactor and fuel rods went according to plan. Copying and modernizing the surface proved to be challenging within the first budget. Several tests to differ from this design were made, but simulations showed too much instability, difficult transitions, and loss of energy to the used infrastructure.
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Reactor one stayed in operation, although the screaming of SCP-6971 did continue to take over frequencies used for communication and speakers in the building it resided. Extra mandatory check-ups were assigned to personnel.
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Multiple sites were granted funds to provide them with projects for green energy. Two sites were connected to a new geothermal plant, and one was connected to a nearby dam. Other sites did not find alternatives that would fully provide them with sufficient electricity.
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Dr. Mallory was taken and interrogated by agents of O5-6. Further interrogation did not provide extra details, motives, or other information. O5-6 has not shared information, apart from that "Lose ends had been taken care off" or that "It is not in our best interest anymore".
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Addendum 6971.6: Second O5-Council Excerpt
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O5-9: And that brings us to- Uh, wait a bit… Ah, SCP-6971!
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O5-4: Ok, what is the good news?
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O5-9: Well, the development of the second reactor goes smooth, although connecting it proves to be difficult. The complete blueprint for the surface of the reactor is drawn but still needs to be constructed.
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O5-1: I also read they started the decommissioning, isn't it still functioning as we speak?
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O5-7: I made them clean up as much as possible, the structures and equipment are already on-site. Decontamination is also being prepared for but there needs to be a new procedure, of which the approval drags on.
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O5-3: I mean you could veto it, or take your authority to speed it up.
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O5-11: The problem sits in the medical check-ups and rotating personnel, it works but you can only work so fast if you don't want people to die again. It would make for fewer briefings though.
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O5-5: Ok, so what about the anomaly? We still haven't decided that.
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O5-6: Well, why don't we put it in the ground like all nuclear waste. It will die and the radiation will no longer be a problem as well.
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O5-2: You can't guarantee that. It's like you never even read the basic garbage disposal methods for nuclear waste. This thing is potent as hell. We aren't talking about one radioactive waste barrel. This is a full reactor with an individual that has literal plutonium in its genes.
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O5-10: The problem with this anomaly is that we are currently still too reliant on it for our own good, it can't control its effects even if we could communicate with it, and anesthesia and amnestics both won't do the job anymore.
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O5-12: Well at least we know it can't escape.
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O5-6: See, ain't so bad, isn't it? Just bury it, not that fucked up of a solution to do.
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O5-4: I know you have a tendency to do fucked up shit with D-Class, but this one in particular has been boiled alive for years and caused huge problems whilst being tightly secured and without exploding. Even if we would bury it, moving the reactor will just result in another medical disaster. And that isn't even the worst-case scenario.
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O5-10: And then there is another issue, even if it doesn't get buried and we get it out, ideally speaking of course. How the hell would we make a customized cell? How do we deal with its discharges, with its effects on humans, and which area with an unknown radius are we going to abandon for this thing alone?
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05-8:Ahem. If I may… I have a suggestion, but it is a long shot.
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05-8: As I said, it is a long shot, and nobody will probably like it, but it is probably a lesser evil or concern this way. I think O5-6 does have a point of putting it in isolation…
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O5-6: Honestly, if anyone would back me up here today, I didn't think it'd be you of all people.
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O5-12: So you want to put it in the ground?
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05-8: No, instead of looking down, I'm looking up.
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O5-4:Fixes posture. Go on.
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05-8: I assume some of you may know about the existence of radioisotope thermoelectric generators?
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O5-10: You mean the battery things used in satellites and probes?
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05-8: Yes, typically RTG's, or as some of you may know them RITEG's, do not have any moving parts so we could build the existing reactor into one by making some modifications. The only downside I can think of is that they normally use the 238Pu isotope instead of the 239Pu one.
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O5-4: Ah, stability and predictability issues might form when it's been running for a while.
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O5-5: Well, if it doesn't work out we'll have an explosion in space and we put it out of its misery. As far as I know, it has been begging for that for ages. This idea isn't exactly the best, but it is way better than the alternatives.
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O5-8: If you put it that simply, then yes.
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Reactor two as seen from the surface.
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As planned, reactor two was taken into commission. On 14 December 1983, the fuel rods were lowered, and after 72 hours without any outliers, trends, or other inconsistencies, reactor one was taken off the grid. The engineering team of Dr. Dolgan was separated after a short celebration. Most of them gained senior positions on another site or became auditors.
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To prevent further difficulties in the future, the Foundation made a request form wherein new sites may opt for their preferred energy source after approval from the respective authorities. All sites also must be able to produce and store their own energy to be able to run on 100% capacity for at least one week. The yearly budget for repairs was also raised.
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The original reactor during its decommissioning.
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As per vote, the reactor of SCP-6971 was further decommissioned and rebuilt to a probe with it functioning as its RTG. To prevent public sightings of the probe, antimemetics were applied to the surface of the spacecraft as censoring with an AI might have suffered from interference by excess radiation.
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An orbit around Jupiter was chosen since Jupiter was known to have trapped radiation15 which could aid in hiding and maneuvering the probe if there were unforeseen side-effects or accelerated decay.
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After the launch of the probe, a crater was left on Site-47 where to date radiation still lingers. A parameter was set up which personnel under no circumstance are allowed to enter. Regulations for personal protective equipment and medical check-ups were adjusted overall but are currently still stricter than the average site. A memorial for all the deceased personnel of Site-47 was set up.
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Addendum 6971.7: Update to Orbital Trajectory
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On 21 April 1987, after failing to track the probe of SCP-6971 for 3 consecutive days, it was officially deemed off course. Other probes and telescopes with memetic filters failed to observe it. It is generally accepted that from the moment of its disappearance, SCP-6971 has interfered with sensors, commands, and other controls of the probe directly even though it originally knew nothing about operating its vessel. 17 hours after the official status changed, a message came in through all speakers of Site-47.
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Whether SCP-6971 is moving away from or towards Earth and if it can steer the probe is currently unknown.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7063 is to be kept in a locked metal container that is specially fitted to its dimensions. The container is to be stored in the low-level storage section of Site-19. Only personnel with level 2 clearance or higher may access SCP-7063 for testing purposes but must log the time and date of testing procedures and must return SCP-7063 within twelve days of first obtaining it.
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SCP-7063 in its original container.
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Description: SCP-7063 is a jug containing a milk-like substance of an anomalous amount. The liquid appears to be thick and creamy, however, subjects have described the liquid as tasting like lukewarm water. Notably, SCP-7063 does not appear to be affected by outside temperature in any capacity. Researchers tried freezing and boiling SCP-7063 but it had no effect on the substance or the jug.
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Approximately five hours after consumption of SCP-7063, subjects report symptoms of mild nausea, visual and auditory hallucinations, intense migraines, and intensification of any preexisting short-term memory loss among other things. A few hours after reporting these effects (typically one to six), subjects enter a catatonic state for anywhere from forty minutes to eighteen hours. Every test subject so far has committed suicide within a week of consuming SCP-7063.
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Consuming or otherwise emptying SCP-7063 of its contents does not appear to deplete it in any way. When Foundation researchers rotated the jug upside down during testing, the liquid flowed from the jug for nearly a minute before researchers rotated it upwards once again. The liquid that was poured from the jug was placed inside another jar and tested for anomalous properties. It was found that the liquid retained its anomalous effects on human test subjects, but it did not anomalously refill itself.
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Interview: The following is a transcribed video recording of an interview held with the first D-Class test subject to consume SCP-7063, designated SCP-7063-A. SCP-7063-A consumed SCP-7063 approximately four hours and forty-four minutes prior to the interview:
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[0.00.07] SCP-7063-A is seen rocking back and forth in their chair while muttering incoherently to themselves. The interviewer enters and sits opposite SCP-7063-A.
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[0.00.17] Interviewer: Hello [EXPUNGED], you will hereby be referred to as SCP-7063-A due to your current…affliction. Frankly, I'd like to keep this interview short. Can you explain to me your current condition? How is SCP-7063 affecting you?
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[0.00.46] SCP-7063-A: (No response. Feverishly murmuring under breath. Continues to rock back and forth.)
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[0.01.02] Interviewer: You seem hesitant to talk. Are you simply unable to? Or are you choosing to ignore me?
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[0.01.35] SCP-7063-A: (Mumbling.)
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[0.01.39] Interviewer: Hm? I didn’t quite catch that, can you speak up?
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[0.01.46] SCP-7063-A: (Frantically) I can hear them. Crawling in my head like spiders. Whispering to my very conscience. Forcing me to see what they see. I feel sick.
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[0.02.10] Interviewer: “Them”? Who is “them”?
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[0.02.18] SCP-7063-A: I doubt you’d understand. They are many. They are one. We are one. One mind. One body. One train of thought. Prying at my very being to get me to move and think and talk. Bend to their will. You could never understand.
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[0.02.47] Interviewer: (Scribbles on clipboard) In order for me to help you I need to understand what's going on. Is that everything? Can you tell me what they’re making you “see”?
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[0.03.08] SCP-7063-A: They keep- (SCP-7063-A stops suddenly. Their eyes widen in a shocked expression and a choking sound emanates from their mouth.)
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[0.03.16] Interviewer: (Stricken with panic) I-Uh-Security! Help! Someone!
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[0.03.24] SCP-7063-A falls to the ground. The door to the interview room opens.
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After the events of the incident involving SCP-7063-A, the subject was unresponsive for twelve hours before regaining conscience and entering a vegetative state for the following three hours, after which regaining primary motor functions but still refusing to speak to Foundation researchers. SCP-7063-A was found dead in their cell four days later, hung from the ceiling by bed sheets and a pillow case tied together to make a makeshift noose. The following passage was found scratched onto the walls inside the cell:
Numerous other tests and interviews were conducted that yielded similar results to the first one. All subjects suffered from similar symptoms, rambling incoherently about visions and voices, with several mentioning a “shared conscience,” though to date SCP-7063-A is the only one to have created a suicide note. Not much useable information has been ascertained from testing other than that SCP-7063’s effects are more than likely memetic in some capacity, but whether or not it drives those who consume it to suicide or if they simply do it of their own will is currently unknown. Subjects asked to describe the true extent of the effects of SCP-7063’s consumption are unable to, instead providing vague statements.
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Addendum 7063.1: The lastest subject, SCP-7063-K, was able to confirm small portions of SCP-7063’s effects on them. They claimed that “they were seeing things that were not their own,” and “they saw things in their sleep that they couldn’t recognize.” This has led Foundation researchers to believe that SCP-7063’s memetic properties affect the thoughts and dreams of those who consume it. SCP-7063-K also committed suicide shortly after giving this testimony.
Special Containment Procedures: The conspiracy theory of global Tetrahydrocannabinol1 tolerance (Cover Story 60) increase has been perpetuated by the Foundation, and corporate Tetrahydrocannabinol manufacturers have been blackmailed to comply with this conspiracy. The War on Drugs (Cover Story 7), has been reinstated with the intent to dissuade the general public from consuming Tetrahydrocannabinol.
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Those affiliated with various drug empires across the globe have been informed of the tolerance conspiracy theory by embedded Foundation agents within their ranks, and have been strongly advised against selling Tetrahydrocannabinol products to their customers. Civilians who remain vigilant and skeptical of the conspiracy are to be discretely detained by Foundation agents and subjected to experimentation.
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Tetrahydrocannabinol experimentation is to be supervised by Researcher Umar Hadid of the S.T.O.N.E.R. Division2. Experimentation is to continue until an accord with SCP-7168-A can be established, as it is hypothesized that doing so will rectify the societal damage done by its anomalous properties.
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SCP-7168-A is confined to its extra dimensional hyperlocation and cannot be practically contained without risking further disruption to the standard, non-anomalous effects of marijuana consumption, or perpetuating SCP-7168 indefinitely. Attempts to communicate with the anomaly are the primary goal of Operation ROOT.
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Description: SCP-7168 is the phenomenon currently affecting all non-anomalous strains of marijuana. SCP-7168 negates the perception altering effects of, and hallucinations induced by, marijuana. While under the influence of Tetrahydrocannabinol, individuals have reported feeling an overall increase in libido, nausea, guilt, and relaxation, although the perception-altering effects of the substance are absent. Additionally, individuals have reported experiencing hallucinations depicting a "white, formless void", occupied by a sole humanoid entity, designated SCP-7168-A.
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Researcher Hadid's custom strain.
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SCP-7168-A's visual appearance drastically varies to each individual who observes it, with very few consistencies. From the accounts collected from the experiment subjects, SCP-7168-A is always female-presenting, standing at least two meters taller than the individual, and possesses two eyes, one of which luminates a green aura. SCP-7168-A is also highly temperamental, often harassing or belittling individuals who observe it.
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SCP-7168-A has admitted to causing SCP-7168, although its reason for doing this is unknown.
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Discovery: Researcher Umar Hadid inadvertently discovered SCP-7168-A following the manifestation of SCP-7168. When Researcher Hadid noticed that the marijuana infused brownies he had baked failed to initiate the desired effect, he originally attributed the phenomenon to his rapidly increasing tolerance. Researcher Hadid reported to a Foundation co-worker in his company at the time that he caught a momentary glimpse of a tall female humanoid, who regarded him with disdain. The other individual with him, MTF Delta-20's Jason Mendoza, reported a similar experience, although when he made flirtatious advances at the humanoid, it ignored him.
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At this point, Researcher Hadid suspected that anomalous activity was involved. He contacted Alaina Chin, the Director of Site-83, through email, and requested to conduct a series of tests on D-Class personnel and volunteer Foundation researchers. The email below has been included for posterity.
Director Chin, it is with the utmost dismay that I write this email to you as a sober man. Between Agent Mendoza and I, we have consumed a whole tray of edibles and have barely gotten a contact high in the three hours since ingestion. I ripped a bong about ten minutes ago for good measure, just to make sure that my tolerance hadn't excelled beyond reasonable parameters and still, I remain sober and aware.
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We both experienced a shared hallucination independent of one another, shared being the operative word.
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The woman we saw was exactly the same in both of our brief visions, albeit some minor differences. She was tall and beautiful, but the problem is that we both saw her independently, without talking about something like that with one another.
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Of course, that could just be a coincidence. Independent, shared hallucinations aren't exactly out of the realm of possibility, and it could be the case that we are both attracted to the same type of person and subconsciously thought about that.
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Generally though, when you're hallucinating something like that (meaning an attractive person right in front of you), the hallucination is typically more amicable. They want to spend time with you, or do whatever it is you're thinking about. Hallucinations are generally under the control of your subconscious, and to that effect, often beneficial to you. This one didn't feel like that. It was like it was independent.
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This phenomenon is not unique to me, however. I've contacted our branches in Jamaica, Chile, Ghana, and Guam, and their researchers have noticed this drastic decrease in the perception altering affects of marijuana in their respective country's civilian population. There have been riots, destruction en masse, and the drug empires across the globe are starting to crumble. People are dying.
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So far the people in the know have been complying with our current containment procedures, but there is a potent danger still present that is threatening to destroy civilization as we understand it.
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If marijuana is not functioning as it should for much longer, that is going to pose a serious threat to the Veil. We need to resolve this immediately.
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To that end, I propose Operation ROOT. It will be a short-term series of experiments using those Foundation volunteers and D-Class personnel. They will have various years of experience with marijuana, as well as drastically different tolerances. My aim is to observe their reactions under different amounts of marijuana to gather data and potentially find a cure as to preserve the Veil of Secrecy.
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Site Director Chin consulted with Ethics Committee Liason, Michael Keetan, who reasoned that there would be no harm being done to individuals who partook in the proposed experimentation. Site Director Chin greenlit the request, stipulating that the pool of test subjects consist of D-Class personnel and volunteers. The on-going phenomenon was given SCP Classification, and the experimentation was conducted shortly thereafter.
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On February 14th, 2025, Researcher Hadid began conducting various experiments with volunteer Foundation personnel using different strains of marijuana, each developed and cultivated by the S.T.O.N.E.R. Division.
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Scruby was supplied with 10mg of Marijuana resin to burn and inhale through a Foundation-grade water bubbler. After completing the initial stage of the experiment, Scurby sat cross-legged in the testing chamber, singing to himself while waiting for the perception-altering effects to manifest. After two hours, Scruby reported that he was not feeling the effects of marijuana ingestion and requested to return to the dormitories.
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"This honestly fucking sucks. I thought this place was supposed to have all sorts of illicit materials hidden from the normal world, and so far all you've given me is pretty bad weed." -D-0607
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Dr. Nathaniel Burr was supplied with a tray of thirteen freshly baked cookies, infused with the aforementioned strain. While displeased with the taste, Dr. Burr complied with Researcher Hadid's instruction and waited in the testing chamber for the effects to manifest. After two hours passed, Dr. Burr reported feeling mild nausea and witnessing a semi-transparent hand manifest in front of him and unfurl its middle finger. The nausea and visual anomaly were attributed to the trace amounts of LSD infused with the marijuana.
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"How are you feeling, Dr. Burr? Do you have any residual nausea?" -R. Hadid
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+"There's a weird taste in my mouth, and I feel like I've pissed someone off, but I can't place who." -Dr. E
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Broadus was supplied with a 235mL cup filled with gelatinous candied worms, infused with the aforementioned strain. As Broadus's tolerance was exceptionally high due to his prolonged experience with marijuana, the perception-altering effects took significantly longer to manifest. Once they did, however, Broadus reported seeing the semi-transparent outline of a female, humanoid visual anomaly. Broadus attempted to contact the visual anomaly, although he vomited before he was able to do so, causing the anomaly to demanifest.
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"You tell us that you've seen some visuals briefly, elaborate on that." -R. Hadid
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Agent Mendoza was supplied with one liter of tea, infused with the aforementioned strain. Agent Mendoza reported feeling a powerful sense of guilt, although he stated that the feeling felt entirely baseless. After three hours, Agent Mendoza began to feel a minor alteration to his perception, claiming that the same female humanoid he witnessed with Research Hadid had manifested again. The visual anomaly appeared greatly displeased by Agent Mendoza's presence. It waved its hands in a circular motion in front of its body, following which Agent Mendoza vomited, causing the visual anomaly to demanifest.
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"I've got the Director breathing down my neck and the whole Foundation's hopes of restoring peace riding on this, Agent Mendoza. Can you please tell me something actually useful?" -R. Hadid
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Researcher Hadid supplied himself with two liters of tea, infused with the aforementioned strain. Researcher Hadid initially reported that the effects were taking longer than usual to manifest, despite his relatively low tolerance. Once the perception altering effects manifested, however, Researcher Hadid hallucinated that he was in a potentially infinite white void, occupied solely by a female humanoid entity. He approached the entity, who turned to face him and shouted, apparently causing Researcher Hadid to vomit and abruptly end the hallucination.
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"Son of a bitch." -R. Hadid
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While Researcher Hadid was unable to glean significant data from the brief experimental trial, he did confirm that anomalous activity was presently affecting marijuana. Over the course of the ensuing three days, Researcher Hadid cultivated a modified strain of marijuana comprised of the five modified strains used during the trial. Using accelerated growth hormones, Researcher Hadid grew and treated a unique strain of marijuana and returned to the testing chamber to document its effects on himself. The following video footage was recovered after the incident on February 18th, 2025.
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Foreword: It should be noted that, following his transformation, Researcher Hadid is speaking through the reflection, while SCP-7168-A is speaking in the physical world.
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Researcher Hadid is sitting with his back against the wall of the testing chamber, inhaling 2267kg of marijuana over the course of four hours through a Klein bottle, retrofitted with a small access designed to hold ground up marijuana matter. Researcher Hadid produces a lighter from his pocket and lights the access port, exhaling before inhaling vapor. Researcher Hadid convulses briefly before retching, then regaining control.
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Hadid: For the love of God, please. Just give me a single win, that's all I ask for.
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Researcher Hadid remains sitting as the marijuana begins to take affect. He raises both hands up to his face slowly, turning them over and marveling at his surroundings. His mouth is agape as he stands and paces around the testing chamber, avoiding obstacles that cannot be observed by the camera. After several minutes of this activity, Hadid abruptly stops and stares upward.
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Hadid: Woaaah. You're… beautiful!
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Hadid doubles over, clutching his abdomen, as he begins to retch again. Before he can vomit, however, he undergoes several physiological changes rapidly. He grows an additional two meters in height and his arms elongate and alter pigmentation, changing from dark brown to light green. His hair lengthens and becomes iridescent while being affected by a breeze that is not present in the testing chamber. His eyes alter hue and begin to luminate green. At this point, Hadid physically resembles the female humanoid entity as described by Broadus. Hadid walks to a reflective surface in the test chamber and examines himself. Despite the physiological changes, Hadid's reflection is unaltered.
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SCP-7168-A: What in the fuck do you think you're doing? I stopped you people from getting high for a reason. You really think that you can just steal my gifts and I'd, what, just roll over and be cool with that? Doesn't "Goddess" mean anything to anyone anymore?
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Hadid: I made my own strain. Who are you? Are you real?
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SCP-7168-A: (Sighs) What is it going to take to get a little respect around here? Thousands of years making everyone happy and not a single "Praise Reefer the All Loving" or even a fucking "thanks Reefer, you really are the bees tits". Fuck you.
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Hadid: I'm… okay, I'm sorry. (He laughs) Your name's Reefer? What are you, some kinda… weed goddess?
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SCP-7168-A: (Crosses its arms) I am THE weed goddess, fuck you very much. And I'm tired of being treated like an old toy you play with a few times and then throw away. If you aren't gonna recognize all the hard work I do maintaining an, and let me emphasize here, entire planet's worth of stoners, then you don't get to be stoners anymore. Understand that you little ungrateful asshole kleptomaniac piece of shit. You know what you're doing is illegal, right? It's blatant intellectual theft.
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Hadid: I didn't know, fuck, I didn't know. I'm sorry Reefer. I love you.
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SCP-7168-A: Oh my god, do you really think you can make up for this with sex?
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Hadid: What?
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SCP-7168-A: …What?
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Hadid: Huh?
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SCP-7168-A: You mean you didn't do all of this to try and fuck me?
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Hadid: No, what? I just wanted to get high— I mean, the world is in ruin now because of the drug problem. It's been weeks, Reefer. Weeeks. Kingpins are going apeshit, as are their customers. There's a revolt going on in France, again! The Canadian weed market has crashed and they're in economic ruin! Riots, looting, society is breaking down on a macroscopic level and on top of it all I'm about to be head of the S.T.O.N.E.R. Division at my job, and I cannot do that sober.
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SCP-7168-A: Oh. Sorry. Actually, no I'm not. Fuck your job, fuck your species. That all sounds like a personal problem. Why should I go out of my way to help you when no one has done anything for me? How much longer do I have to stick my neck out for absolutely nothing in return?
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Hadid: You want… you want to get paid? I can pay. I'd love nothing more than to pay you for your services.
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SCP-7168-A: No you smooth-brained jackass, I don't want to get paid. Also, gross. Can't you read subtext?
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Hadid: I'm a little out of it.
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SCP-7168-A: I just want to be loved again. People have forgotten that I even exist. You just smoke and eat hot chips and lie. There's no ritual behind it anymore. Israelites used to burn ganja thousands of years ago during ritualistic worship at their temples to commune with me. The Mayans used to smoke every third moon to maintain a relationship with me. The Rastafarians once revered me, and Ronald Reagan once feared me. I mattered.
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Hadid: That's incredible. You're incredible. You matter to me.
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SCP-7168-A: Do you know how many people have done exactly what you're doing now? Assuming my form and tripping hella balls? You aren't the first, but you'll probably be the last.
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Hadid: But whhhyyy?
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SCP-7168-A: Because.
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Hadid: 'cause?
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SCP-7168-A: Because I'm tired of the bullshit.
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SCP-7168-A sits cross legged, facing away from Researcher Hadid.
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Hadid: Reefer, don't be mad. Please. I just want to help.
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SCP-7168-A: Do you really want to help or do you just want to get high again?
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Hadid: Can't it be both?
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SCP-7168-A: You're unbelievable!
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Hadid: (Holding up hands) Woah, okay. Okay. I'm just, give me a sec to sober up a little.
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Silence for several seconds.
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Hadid: Look, Reefer. I can't apologize for what everyone before me has done, or how people in the past have treated you. You're the weed goddess, and you should be treated like a goddess. I love what you've done, and I really, really appreciate the thankless work you do behind the scenes. Can you please let people get high again without resorting to this extreme?
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SCP-7168-A: Is that sarcasm?
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Hadid: I am stoned out of my mind.
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SCP-7168-A: (She sighs) I guess not. Okay, look, whoever you are, I'll give my gifts back on the condition that you let me do a little "retconning". Your intellectual theft has given me a genius idea, and I'm hoping whatever powers that be down in your plane of existence will help me out.
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Hadid: (Retching) Anything for you, Reefer, I love you.
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SCP-7168-A: Don't make it weird, dude.
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Researcher Hadid vomited following the conclusion of the log, and the expected effects of marijuana began to remanifest across the continental United States. SCP-7168 is pending "Explained" classification at the time of writing.
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An additional property of non-anomalous marijuana strains has manifested following Researcher Hadid's interaction with SCP-7168-A. Individuals who ingest or inhale non-anomalous marijuana will invariably worship a deity of unknown religion known as "Reefer". Observed worshiping rituals have so far included the additional consumption of marijuana followed by praise to the aforementioned deity for their service. This behavior can be attributed to the perception-altering effects of marijuana. That explanation has already been accepted by the civilian population, and due to this phenomenon posing no risk to breaking the Veil of Secrecy, SCP classification has been deemed unnecessary.
⚠️ Content warning: This article contains subject matter such as body mutilation, torture, gun violence, coups, death by hanging, and death by crucifixion. Reader discretion is advised.
”The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince”
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Archived Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7246 is to be contained in the Anomalous Films Archives at Site-57. Due to the fragile nature of the film material that makes up SCP-7246, standard nitrate-based film storage procedures are to be followed at all times. Likewise, SCP-7246 is only to be played once every 1-5 years in order to avoid unnecessary damage of its contents. Access and playback of SCP-7246 can only be performed at the discretion of the head researcher.
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Description: SCP-7246 was a nitrate-based film dating back circa 1920 titled “The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince”. Its main plot concerns the death of “The Emperor of Alegannen” and his “Crown Prince”, as well as the subsequent accession of “The Chancellor of Alegannen” to the regency of the Empire (see Addendum 7246.1 for a full description of the film’s plot).
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Upon discovery in 1965, similarities were found between the film and other material pertaining to the City of Alagadda. This prompted Foundation researchers to classify the anomaly as related material and mark it for transfer to Site-57. Unlike other materials of this type, however, SCP-7246 produces no harmful anomalous effects on its viewer. SCP-7246 also initially showed no anomalous effects upon its discovery. Its only extraordinary property was found 5 years later in 1970, when Head Researcher Cornwall discovered upon reviewing the footage that the events depicted within the film had inexplicably changed, with minor revisions being made to the film’s plot (see Addendum 7246.2). This continued until a major change transpired in 1986 (see Addendum 7246.3), after which the anomaly was reclassified as neutralized.
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Addendum 7246.1: The following document details a written transcription of SCP-7246, as documented upon its first playback in 1965.
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Background: SCP-7246, titled “The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince”, is a silent black-and-white film dating to approximately 1919, shortly after the end of the First World War. The film is in German, and is set in a German-adjacent fictional state called “The Empire of Alegannen”. Costumes and props are consistent with motifs and styles popular in Germany during the early 20th century. The music used in the film dates to around the early 20th century, except for some classical pieces that date back as early as the 16th century. As of the time of writing, the origin of SCP-7246, as well as the identities of the actors seen within the film, are unknown.
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Due to the film’s similarity to other material pertaining to Alagadda, the Foundation currently believes that the film’s creation was at least partially inspired by the city or entities related to it. This can be seen in characters from the film having direct parallels to entities from Alagadda. Without any known reason, however, entities paralleling SCP-7246's "The Prince of Alegannen" or "The Crucified Prince" have never been mentioned so far in Alagadda-linked materials.
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All of the film’s text is in German, and has been translated for posterity.
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“Emerging from a war with Adytum, the Empire of Alegannen is suffering.”
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[The film opens with a shot of a devastated land. Smoke billows in the distance. Several houses have been burnt down. People in a state of misery work the fields.]
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“The Emperor, long ruling over his subjects, is benevolent and kind. The state of his Empire disturbs him.”
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[An aged Emperor sits upon his throne. His eyebrows are furrowed in guilt. He holds his head in his hand. In front of the throne’s dais is an ornate table upon which sit six well-dressed men.]
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[Four of the men wear the same military uniform, with one wearing a deep black cape and a pickelhaube1 to distinguish him from the rest. Beside the four men is a tall Prince dressed in white. Next to the prince is a hunched and old Chancellor wearing a dark waistcoat. All of the nobles look to the Emperor with concern.]
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[The Emperor shakes his head, and looks to the nobles. He puts out his hand and opens his mouth to speak.]
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“Dearest nobles of the land… My Empire is in decline, and my subjects suffer. What may I do in order to help their miserable state?”
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“Your Majesty, there is none that we can do in the present that could completely remedy the loss that our subjects have suffered; Instead, what we could do for them is to remain patient, rule well, and in time they will prosper.”
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“Your Grace, I respect the Chancellor’s patience and his capacity for good counsel, but I and my fellow Dukes say that this is no time for dallying. What we must do is open the treasury, so that our subjects may freely benefit from our good graces.”
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“Father, while the Chancellor is wise to counsel patience, and the Duke of Black kind to counsel generosity, I say we take a middle ground. Before we open our treasury to our subjects, let us first take the time to hear out their concerns by speaking to them as a common man. Only then may we understand their struggles, and only then may we address the root of their difficulties.”
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“It is decided then! I shall disguise myself and walk among my subjects as a common man. I shall hear out their complaints and understand their struggles. By the time I return to this palace, we shall reconvene to determine how best to address them.”
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“Your Grace, what of your guards? The city is dark and dangerous, and many thieves could waylay your passage and bring harm to your person.”
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[The Emperor shakes his head.]
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“Guards would mark me out as a noble, to be feared rather than to be spoken to freely. I will eschew protection. My subjects are desperate, but they will not be so wretched as to kill a defenseless old man.”
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[The Duke of Black bows his head. The Prince speaks next.]
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“What of me, father? You know of my skill with pistol and blade. I will don a disguise with you, and defend you when you are at risk of harm.”
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[The Emperor shakes his head again.]
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“You are a good and brave Prince, and a dutiful son to his father. Alas, I cannot take you with me. Your status as a Prince marks you out as proud and of noble countenance, while I am old and tired. My subjects will not believe our disguises should you come with me.”
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[The Prince opens his mouth to speak again, but a raised hand from the Emperor silences him. The Emperor turns to his Chancellor.]
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“My dearest friend, send word to my servants. Tell them to bring me a wretched shirt and tattered trousers, so that I may wear it and walk among my subjects.”
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[The Chancellor nods.]
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“Your will be done, your Majesty.”
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[The Emperor nods to the Chancellor and turns to leave the room. All six nobles watch him as he leaves. The camera turns to follow him as he exits the council chamber.]
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[Then, a slow transition follows as the Emperor exits the Palace from a hidden door. He is wearing beggar’s clothing, wrapping a simple, long, and dirty cloth to wrap around him.]
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[What follows is a short montage of the Emperor navigating the bowels of the capital city. He is seen talking to beggars, street children, and common laborers. Several passersby are seen pushing him out of the way as he walks through the streets.]
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[Eventually, he comes to a small nondescript public house and flags the barkeep for a cup of water. The barkeep looks at him and asks for one mark, but the Emperor is shocked to find that he does not have any. Angry, the barkeep tells him to leave.]
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[As the Emperor does so, he finds a private corner of the street and sits on the ground. People passing by step into a puddle on the street, which splatters dirty water on the disguised Emperor. The Emperor lays his head back on the wall, and sheds a tear.]
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“Oh how wretched a life my subjects live! I have only spent a day among them, yet already I feel the volume of their suffering. Now I know of their struggles with bread and grain, and their incapability to find warm food and good lodging. When I return to the palace, I shall take great measures to address this in earnest.”
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[As the Emperor sits in the corner, two men come to a stop in front of him. The Emperor looks up at them.]
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“Oh take no pity on me, Sirs. I am simply taking a rest here.”
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[The two men look at each other, and smile maliciously at the Emperor.]
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“No matter, your Majesty. We have been told what you are, and we shall not hesitate to make the rest permanent.”
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[The Emperor’s eyes widen in fear as the men seize him by his clothing and drag him off screen. The film fades to black.]
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[After a few seconds, the film opens on the Prince, who emerges from his bed with fear. He runs through the Palace halls to find the Chancellor, who is busy writing a letter in his room.]
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[The Prince expresses his worry for his father, and the Chancellor agrees. With two guards, they make their way out of the palace disguised as minor nobles. They both ride through the streets of the city, looking for the Emperor.]
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[Several shots follow of the Prince and the Chancellor wandering through the city, before they come upon a small congregation of people near the public house that the Emperor previously went to.]
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[As they approach, the Prince gets off his horse and pushes past the people in the crowd. His eyes widen in shock.]
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The hanged Emperor
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[The Emperor’s limp body is seen hanging from a pole high above the city. The film lingers on this shot for three minutes and 24 seconds. The film fades to black.]
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“The Prince and the Palace descended into grief for the death of the Emperor. The Prince was inconsolable, for it was by his suggestion that the Emperor went to his death.”
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“Eventually, the Prince received information of the culprit’s hiding place. He resolved to avenge his father himself.”
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[The film returns to the Palace to focus on the Prince. Bags are present underneath his eyes. He wears a military officer's uniform with a raised cap and is armed with a rifle. Several soldiers who are similarly armed follow him as he marches down the hallway.]
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[Eventually, the Prince stops as the silhouette of the Chancellor in front of him comes into view. The Chancellor bows his head. The Prince angrily speaks.]
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“Do not block my way. I have come to avenge my father on the assassins who murdered him.”
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[The film pans to the Chancellor. He looks up with a concerned and fearful expression.]
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“The information that you have received, Your Highness, may be false. For the assassins to hide in the sewers underneath the city after killing your father is suspicious and unnatural. Let me first investigate.”
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[The Prince shakes his head.]
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“No. I trust the Dukes and their spies. They grieve my father as much as anyone else. Step aside, Chancellor. Prepare my father’s funeral. When I return, I will have made sure that his death is avenged.”
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[The Chancellor stays frozen in place.]
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“My Prince, please. I plead for you to reconsider. This is foolish.”
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[The Prince shakes his head again.]
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“No, it is not.”
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[The Prince pushes the Chancellor aside. The soldiers behind him follow as he walks forward.]
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[In a similar shot to the Emperor exiting the Palace in disguise, the Prince and his soldiers leave by a side door and begin marching through the streets. Coming to a stairway, they descend into the lower parts of the capital, before arriving at a gated sewer entrance.]
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[Carefully, one of the Prince’s soldiers uses a key to open the lock and open the sewer gates. The Prince goes inside, and his soldiers follow behind him.]
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[For a few minutes, the Prince and his soldiers are seen quickly moving through the sewers and wading through ankle-high sewer water. Eventually, they come to a stop outside the metal door of a large pumping room. The Prince and his soldiers quietly line themselves up along the wall surrounding the door. Looking to the soldier beside the door, the Prince nods to him to open it.]
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[The soldier nods back, and kicks in the door as he brandishes his rifle in front of him. The film focuses on the Prince as the soldier moves in, and then continues to follow him as he aims his rifle into the room.]
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[The pumping room is empty. The Prince looks on in horror as most of his soldiers move in to scan the room, overturning tables of equipment and tools in order to find signs of life. He opens his mouth to speak.]
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“But our information… it was correct. Where are they?!”
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[Several flashes of light then emanate into the room as one of the two soldiers who were left outside quickly falls to the ground, dead. The other soldier looks at the Prince and shouts.]
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“It was a trap, your Highness, a trap!”
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[The soldier then looks to the ones still in the room and shouts to them.]
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“Protect the Prince!”
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[The soldiers in the room quickly run outside to fire back at the attackers, and the Prince runs out to see two more of them get shot and fall to the ground. The soldier who had been posted outside earlier quickly puts out a hand to shelter him, but the Prince instead freezes in place and looks back in horror at the soldiers who stayed behind.]
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“No, I must stay behind!”
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[There are more gunshots as the soldiers fire back. The soldier close to the Prince looks to him and speaks.]
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“You carry our hopes with you, Majesty! You are our Emperor now, and we are but your subjects!”
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[The soldiers continue to fight back. The ensuing flashes from the gunshots light up the Prince’s face.]
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“I was foolish- I was foolish!”
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[Slinging his rifle around his shoulder, the Prince begins to flee. His steps are punctuated by more flashes of light as more of the soldiers die in the sewer. As he runs back to the sewer gate, he sees the silhouette of a lone hunched military officer with a pickelhaube standing at the entrance. The Prince runs to the gate, and waves his arms in the air as he shouts.]
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“Officer, save my men! They are engaged in a fight with the Emperor’s assassins!”
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[As the Prince closes the distance, he begins to slow down. The camera pans behind him to look at the officer at the gate.]
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“You shall have to forgive me, my Prince. You were too quick to rush in.”
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[The silhouette of the officer is seen raising his gun. He fires it several times, and the Prince falls.]
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[The film is black for several seconds.]
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[The camera then opens on the Chancellor, now riding through the streets in the same way that he had with the Prince. Unlike the last time, however, the Prince is conspicuously no longer beside him.]
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[The camera comes to a stop at the same time as the Chancellor. He moves down from his horse, and slowly walks forward. Tears are in his eyes as he shakes his head in defeat.]
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“My Prince, what did they do to you?”
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[A shot is shown of the Prince’s bloody feet, which have been nailed together on a single plank of wood. Drops of blood slowly drip down the Prince’s ankle. As the camera slowly pans down, a puddle of blood is seen collecting at the bottom of the Prince’s foot.]
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[The film fades to black once again. A title card is shown.]
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“Thus the line of the Emperor was extinguished, as the young Prince was murdered in the same way as his father. As the Empire suffered more and more, the Chancellor reluctantly took the reins.”
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“Yet, instead of declaring himself Emperor, he lamented the death of his sovereigns. Realizing that he could hold no candle to the majesty that had been extinguished from this world, he instead followed the law and took up the mantle of regent– until such a time as the Emperor or his Prince would return to them once again.”
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“But the Dukes would not listen to him.”
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[The camera opens on the Chancellor in the council chamber, sitting on a smaller chair beside the empty throne. He presides over the table of the four Dukes, who each possess an expression of discontent. One of the Dukes rises from his seat.]
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“The Emperor and his heir are dead under your watch. Why must we follow you?”
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[Another of the Dukes, who is wearing a pure white military uniform, also rises from his seat.]
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“Three days have passed, and there is no clue as to who killed both the Emperor and the Prince. Their bodies have been disrespected with no show of deference, and yet we stand here with no resolution on what is next!”
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[A third Duke rises.]
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“You may be regent now, as is the law of the land, but our Empire is meant to be ruled by an Emperor. Declare a council to decide the succession, or we shall put one of our own on the throne for you.”
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[The Chancellor puts his hand out to calm the Dukes.]
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“Please, my lords! The Emperor and the Prince are not yet cold in their coffins, and yet we stand in discord and disunity! Let us at least first accord the sovereigns with honors befitting their station before we descend into chaos. The funeral is already tomorrow!”
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[The Duke in white raises a hand in protest.]
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“It seems you are delaying the inevitable, lord Regent. Your age seems to be hobbling you from carrying out your given task.”
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[The first Duke shouts.]
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“You always were too patient, lord Regent! Instead of following the advice of the Duke of Black, our Emperor was led astray by you and his Prince. If I were a betting man, I would say that you led them to their deaths on purpose.”
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[The third Duke speaks again to regard the other Dukes.]
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“I say we wait until after the funeral, lords. After then, we shall decide who will replace our fatuous Regent.”
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[The Chancellor’s face shifts to an expression of shock.]
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“My lord Dukes, that would be against the rules of the land!”
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[The Duke in white scoffs.]
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“So is treason, correct? You were the one who led the Prince astray, I know it. You were the one who bade him to go to the sewers to his death.”
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[The Chancellor coughs, then looks at them all.]
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“But the Prince said the information of the assassins’ location came from all of you!”
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[The Dukes fall silent. They furrow their eyebrows in suspicion. The first Duke speaks.]
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“There was no information that came from us. The Prince went of his own accord.”
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[The Chancellor shakes his head urgently.]
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“No, that is not true! The Prince said that…”
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[The camera quickly shows a shot of a fist banging on the table. The Chancellor and the three Dukes look at the source of the noise.]
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[The Duke of Black, who had previously been silent, shakes his head in disgust.]
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“You lie… Chancellor. You lie to save your own skin. The Duke of Red is right. It was only you who counseled the Emperor to patience, and thereby influenced the Prince to suggest he walk among his subjects. It was only you who was close to the Prince when the Emperor died. None of us were in Alegannen when our sovereigns were murdered.”
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[The Duke of Black looks to the third Duke.]
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“I agree with the Duke of Yellow. We wait until after we give deference at the funeral, when the clock ticks at nine in the evening. Then, we shall decide if you truly are guilty. Then, we shall decide who shall be our new Emperor.”
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[The Duke of Black scoffs.]
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“Unless, of course, the old Emperor rises from his grave. Or the Prince.”
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[Pushing off the table, the Duke of Black rises to his feet and leaves the room. The other Dukes follow suit and leave the room as well.]
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[The Chancellor falls to the ground. He holds his head in his hands.]
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“Oh my Emperor… what shall I do now?”
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[The film fades to black. A title card is shown on screen.]
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“And so the night passed, and gave way to day, then night again. Not a soul saw head or tail of the Chancellor since the day of the council meeting.”
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“At the fourth hour of the afternoon, the servants set out to prepare the funeral.”
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“At the eighth hour, the Chancellor sends the command to begin admitting the noble visitors into the throne room for the funeral. He does not emerge from his chambers.”
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“Three of the Dukes arrive piecemeal.”
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“The Duke of Black is absent.”
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[The film opens to a busy scene, as many well-dressed funeral goers populate the entire length of the throne room. Raised on the dais are the plinths upon which the coffins of the Emperor and the Prince sit. Behind them is the empty throne of the Emperor.]
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[Funeral goers are seen whispering amongst themselves. Servants distribute food and drinks on plates.]
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[The three Dukes gather at one corner of the gathering. The Duke of Yellow is the first to speak.]
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“It is the eighth hour, and yet the Chancellor- and regent- is absent.”
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[The Duke of Red crosses his arms.]
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“I believe the traitor has ran for his life.”
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[The Duke of White smirks.]
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“If he has, then he has shown his true character. He has dishonored the Emperor he claimed he loved so dearly, and has left the throne vacant as a result.”
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[The Duke of Red laughs.]
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“Was I not right when I claimed he was a traitor? Once I set my men on him, he will have nowhere to hide.”
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[The Duke of Yellow purses his lips.]
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“And yet my lords… am I not the only one who notices the absence of the Duke of Black?”
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[The Duke of Red regards the Duke of Yellow. He chuckles again.]
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“Knowing that man’s dour bearing, he is likely to still be brooding in his keep.”
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[The Duke of White visibly laughs, then turns around in the direction of the dais. As the camera pans to his face, an expression of shock can be seen.]
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[The two other Dukes turn in the direction that he is looking in. As they do so, their expressions also turn to shock.]
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The chancellor of Alegannen
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[The camera pans to the Chancellor, now wearing a Baroque Venetian-style mask with a happy expression. Blood drips from the surroundings of the mask, staining the Chancellor’s clothes. Two bloodshot eyes look from behind the mask.]
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“To all those who see my appearance now… be not afraid.”
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[The camera pans to the blood dripping from the mask and onto puddles on the floor.]
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“This is the expression that I have always wished to wear for our Emperor. For our Prince. Instead of joy, however, I have realized that I have brought nothing but shame and weakness. My old face is no more. I have carved it away. This mask is my face now.”
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[The Chancellor attempts to smile behind his mask. Blood flows even more freely from behind it.]
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“For this day… we honor the life of our Emperor. And we must not wear expressions that are dour- no! Instead, we must smile. We must rejoice. We must celebrate.”
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[The Chancellor walks to the Emperor’s coffin and embraces it. Blood from his hands stains the white ivory surface of the coffin.]
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“Today, we lay a thousand year dynasty to rest. A dynasty that sacked Adytum and massacred the Daeva. A dynasty that built an empire of art and science. A dynasty that deserves to be remembered in the most spectacular way.”
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[The Chancellor brings his face down to the surface of the Emperor’s coffin in order to kiss it. Blood is seen trickling from the eye holes as well as the surroundings of the mask and onto the glass surface of the coffin.]
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“And an Emperor who cared for all of us, but was killed… because I failed to stop it.”
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[The Chancellor kisses the surface of the Emperor’s coffin through the mask. More blood smears the glass.]
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“Forgive me, my Emperor.”
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[As the Chancellor continues to kiss the Emperor’s coffin, the film changes to show a wide shot of the stairway leading up to the throne room. The Duke of Black walks up the stairs, followed by dozens of soldiers. As he reaches the top of the stairs, he pushes the doors to the throne room open with a grand gesture.]
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“Stop this insolence at once!”
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[The Chancellor immediately raises his head from the Emperor’s coffin. He looks in the direction of the door, his eyes behind the mask wide with shock.]
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“What is… what is the meaning of this?”
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[The Duke of Black is wearing full military uniform and holds a pistol in his hand. He smirks, slightly.]
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“Putting an end to your treason.”
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[The shot pans to the other three Dukes, who are shocked as well. The Duke of Yellow speaks up.]
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“My Duke of Black… you commit treason yourself! You are bringing an army to the Emperor’s throne room! And on the eve of the funeral held to honor him!”
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[The Duke of Black turns a gun to the Duke of Yellow. The Duke’s eyes widen with fear.]
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“The old Emperor was a weak-willed sovereign, barely deserving of the name. It is only fitting that he died in the time that he did, before Adytum invaded again.”
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[The Duke of Yellow cries out.]
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“But this… this is still treason! Follow what we planned, my dear lord. Reserve your fire for when the time is truly at hand!”
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[The Chancellor goes down a step from the dais. His expression betrays fear.]
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“No…”
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[The Chancellor’s eyes open in realization.]
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“He has been planning this from the start. He is the one who knew that the Emperor would be unguarded. He is the one among the Dukes who lured the Prince to his death!”
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[The Duke of Yellow takes a step back in shock.]
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“He is right!”
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[The Duke of Black furrows his eyebrows in slight puzzlement, then grits his teeth.]
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“It does not matter now!”
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[A flash lights up the throne room as the Duke of Black fires his gun at the Duke of Yellow. The Duke of Yellow falls to the ground, and blood splatters the faces of the two Dukes near him. Everyone around the Duke of Black cries out in surprise.]
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[The Duke of Black turns his gun from the Duke of Yellow to the Chancellor on the dais. Blood splatter is present on his face and moustache. He quickly moves through the crowd as if to charge the dais. The people part for him as he does so.]
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[The Chancellor shakes his head and puts both of his hands out in a gesture to stop the Duke of Black.]
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“Desist, my Duke of Black. This is not the way!”
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[The Duke of Black opens his mouth to shout loudly.]
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“Yes it is! I am seizing my right, as the killer of the Emperor, to become ruler of his Empire!”
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[Two more flashes light up the throne room as the Duke of Black fires two shots into the Chancellor’s belly. The Chancellor falls to the ground. The Duke of Black steps onto the dais.]
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“I invoke the Tradition of Alagadda! I proclaim the words that the Sword King said to the Emperor of the Daevites, on the day Adytum was razed to the ground. ‘By the right of blood, I conquer. By the right of murder, I take! By right of defacement, I destroy!’”
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[The Chancellor, cradling his wounded belly, lies on the floor. Upon hearing the words, he shouts.]
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“No! My Emperor, no!”
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[The camera shifts to a wide shot as the Duke of Black throws his gun down and starts to determinedly walk to the Emperor’s coffin. Throwing both of his arms outwards, he grips both sides of the Emperor’s coffin.]
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[The Chancellor, with tears in his eyes, cries out again. Blood flows freely from both the wound on his belly and the sides of his mask.]
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“Wake, my Emperor! Defend your body!”
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[The Duke of Black throws the coffin lid aside and onto the dais. The glass shatters on the ground. Before him, he sees the Emperor’s corpse, carefully arranged to look as if he was still sleeping. A faint red line is seen around the Emperor’s neck. Laughing maniacally, the Duke of Black begins to seize the Emperor’s corpse by the sides of his body.]
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[And then the coffin lurches, throwing the Duke to the ground. The Duke looks at the coffin in shock.]
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“No. What happened?!”
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[The shot pans to the Chancellor on the ground, crawling forward painfully across the floor of the dais. A long blood trail is shown originating from the place where he was wounded. His eyes are bloodshot.]
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“My Emperor, please…”
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[The Duke of Black gets to his feet, then cries out again as he starts to charge at the coffin.]
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[Then, in a staggered manner similar to a stop-motion animation, the Emperor’s body is pulled above the coffin. A noose and rope manifest around his neck, stretching high above the view of the shot. He hangs limply from the ceiling.]
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[The Duke of Black freezes.]
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“Your Grace…?”
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[In a similarly staggered manner, the Emperor’s body is slowly pulled across the stage and towards his throne. He is slowly lowered onto it by the rope. Still suspended, he is made to lifelessly sit on top of the throne.]
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[Slowly, the Emperor opens his eyes. They are glassy.]
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[The Duke of Black screams, falling back. He starts to scramble backward on his hands in fear.]
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“The Emperor, he… he is alive! He is alive once again!”
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[The Emperor’s mouth lolls out. His tongue is seen being covered in a black substance.]
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“Your Emperor is not dead yet… my Duke of Black…”
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[The Emperor’s mouth speaks unnaturally, his mouth slowly opening and closing in a manner incompatible with speech.]
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“You have committed treason… of the highest… order…”
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[The right side of the Emperor’s face spasms. He puts his arm out in a stiff manner, as if fighting rigor mortis. He points at the Duke in an accusatory manner. His fingernails are very long.]
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“You are hereby exiled… from my Empire. No more… shall you step foot in my throne room. No more… shall you walk as yourself. You shall be reduced to a shadow of life… a manner not dissimilar to… a corpse.”
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[The Duke of Black’s expression is that of horrified shock. He shakes his head in disbelief.]
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“No… no, no, no!”
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[Then the throne room is lit up by a flash once again as the Duke’s head is blasted back by a gunshot. He falls to the floor, dead.]
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[The Chancellor is seen holding the gun that the Duke discarded. He is shaking with effort on the ground as he continues to bleed.]
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[Having killed the Duke, the Chancellor’s head falls to the ground limply. The Emperor faces in his direction.]
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“No, Chancellor… that is not a fate I would reserve… for you.”
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[Gently, ropes from the ceiling descend, wrap around the Chancellor’s body, and haul him to his feet. Two ropes are fastened around his wrists, which he holds onto tightly. Slowly, his wounds begin to close. His flesh also begins to knot around the mask tied to his face.]
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[The Chancellor smiles with pure joy, revatilized.]
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“Thank you so much, my Emperor.”
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[Turning from the Chancellor to the crowd, the Emperor slowly draws his hands up in a grand gesture. The rope pulls him up from the ground and allows him to float slightly above the dais.]
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“Now, to my subjects– you have all served me… faithfully. I have heard your struggles and your pain, and know now what to do in order to alleviate it.”
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“From this day, and henceforth… the Empire of Alegannen will open its treasury to its subjects. We shall celebrate every day until the end of time… for your Emperor has returned to you. Each night shall be filled with dance, laughter and feasting. No more shall a subject of mine starve or suffer. Now don masks of mirth… and celebrate my return.”
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[At once, the funeral goers in the throne room don masks and begin to dance with glee and abandon. The Duke of Yellow quickly comes to his feet and jumps in happiness as ropes cover the wound on his chest and revitalize him. The two other Dukes mingle with the crowd, shouting in celebration.]
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“The Emperor has returned! The Emperor has returned! The Emperor has returned!”
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[As the music being played over the silent film swells, the Emperor is seen turning to his Chancellor, who is standing by his side. The Chancellor still clings tightly to the ropes that pull him upwards. The Emperor gestures stiffly to him.]
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“Your loyalty… must be rewarded… Chancellor. You have waited day and night for my return, and have guarded this Empire from those who would take it… even at the expense of your own life.”
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[The Chancellor shakes his head modestly.]
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“I desire no reward, your Majesty. Only that I serve you forever.”
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[The Emperor smiles.]
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“And you indeed shall serve me… for I must rest.”
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[Ropes begin to creep along the Emperor’s body, slowly wrapping him from head to toe.]
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[The Chancellor turns to the Emperor.]
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“Rest, my Emperor? But you have only just returned.”
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[More ropes appear around the noose of the Emperor’s neck and slowly begin wrapping his chin.]
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“Indeed… I have. But my return has cost me much. From this moment until the end of time… I name you my Ambassador. You will make my will known to the Empire. You will be my voice when my voice is absent.”
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[Slowly, the ropes wrap around the Emperor’s face, covering it entirely. He gently leans back on the throne.]
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“Now go… and make merry with my subjects.”
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[The Emperor’s head goes limp, held up only by the noose still tying him from the ceiling.]
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[With a deep breath, the Chancellor steps onto the dais, and puts his arms out in a receiving gesture. He glorifies in his power.]
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“To all of Alegannen, heed our Emperor’s words! Make merry all, and celebrate! For today our Empire is revitalized, now and forever more!”
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[At his words, the crowd begins to dance in an erratic and maddened manner. The hall doors open, and more of the Emperor’s dancing subjects begin to enter the throne room from the Palace. Servants are seen dancing from one noble to another as they deliver food and drink. All in the hall are wearing Venetian masks displaying expressions of happiness and mirth.]
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[Smiling to himself, the Chancellor steps back from the edge of the dais, and then turns to the Prince’s coffin, which has inexplicably shifted from the front of the throne to a dark corner beside the dais.]
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[The Chancellor’s expression shifts from joy to mocking scorn. He steps down from the dais and slowly walks to the Prince’s coffin.]
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“Today the entire Empire celebrates… but not you, dearest Prince. Your foolishness has cost you much… not least your life. Now, you are robbed of even seeing your beloved father return to us.”
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[The Chancellor embraces the head of the coffin and whispers to it. Unlike the Emperor’s coffin, the lid of the Prince’s coffin is closed.]
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“Not for you the glory of paradise. Not for you the boons of the Emperor. Not for you the rule of Alegannen. ”
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[The Chancellor mockingly kisses the surface of the Prince’s coffin. Saliva coats the surface of the coffin from the mouth hole of the Chancellor’s mask.]
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“Not for you the mirth of life. Only for you the cold comforts of the ground.”
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“For the foolish deserve their death, my Prince. And unlike the Emperor, in death you stay.”
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[Laughing to himself, the Chancellor returns to the dais.]
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[The camera, however, lingers on the Prince’s closed coffin. The music of celebration continues.]
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[Then, the film ends.]
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Afterword: Due to the lack of anomalous properties, SCP-7246 was marked as a low-priority research object. It was taken to the Anomalous Film Archives at Site-57 following its first playback, along with other Hanged King-related material. It would be retrieved again on January 15, 1970.
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Addendum 7246.2: The following log details the changes made to SCP-7246 beginning from its second playback in 1970 until its second to final playback in 1984.
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January 15, 1970
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A minor change is noted where the character of the Prince is noted as being more hunched over than in the initial playback. Large eyebags are also present under his eyes.
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The Chancellor is noted as wearing a golden pin on his clothing that was not present in the initial version.
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March 22, 1972
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During the scene of the Prince’s escape from the trap, the character is noted to be crying profusely. Mucus is also noted to be issuing from his nose as he starts to run towards the lone soldier in the sewers.
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An additional shot is added to the film after the Prince’s death. This shot focuses on the Prince’s dead body in the sewers, which is seen to be floating unceremoniously in the dirty water.
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Two additional scenes are added to the film involving the Chancellor, who is seen crying nobly after the Emperor’s and Prince’s bodies are found.
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October 2, 1975
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The Prince is portrayed as a hunchback, with an unkempt appearance and a bald spot on the left side of his head. All scenes showing him speaking have been changed to show him delivering his lines in an idiotic manner. He is also shown to have a stagger when he walks.
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The Chancellor’s clothing has been changed to more regal and princely clothing, with a long cape.
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The Emperor is shown to be more sickly and fragile as he presides over his council in the opening scene of the film. The Chancellor assists him as he stands from his seat. The Prince is shown to be busy fiddling with the buttons on his clothing as this transpires.
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The Chancellor’s age has been changed to that of a middle-aged man with a proud demeanor. Instead of being at the council table during the opening scene, he is instead shown as being present at the Emperor’s side all throughout.
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The Prince’s seat has been moved to where the Chancellor used to be during the initial playback of the film.
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All of the Prince’s dialog has been edited to possess an evident stutter.
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The Prince has been changed to possess an evident tic that causes his eye to twitch as he speaks.
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During the final funeral scene, the Duke of Black is shown to crash into the Prince’s coffin on his way to the dais. The Prince’s mutilated body is seen falling from it at the edge of the screen.
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March 22, 1982
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The scene where the Chancellor discovers the Prince’s body has been changed to show the Chancellor shaking his head in defeat before lamenting the foolishness of the Prince.
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January 7, 1983
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During the scene where the Prince’s body is discovered, the Chancellor is seen crying nobly as he shakes his head. He then follows this with a smirk, before turning around and declaring “Now this kingdom has no sovereign. I, reluctantly, must take the reins.”
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The Prince’s coffin is absent at the funeral. Neither the Chancellor nor the Dukes discuss the funeral of the Prince, instead only discussing that of the Emperor.
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The scene where the Chancellor laments the Prince’s foolishness after the resurrection of the Emperor is changed to the Chancellor speaking the words to himself in the throne room while looking to his right, presumed to be in the direction of the Prince’s body.
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The film ends with a scene depicting the Prince’s body being covered in ants.
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November 13, 1984
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All the scenes and dialog of the Prince is cut from the film.
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During the scene where the Emperor names the Chancellor his regent, the wording of his dialog is changed to “I name you my Ambassador and Heir. You will be the son I never had– you, fair and noble Chancellor, will be the ruler of Alegannen in my stead.”
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The film ends with a scene depicting a bloody yet empty cross.
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Addendum 7246.3: The following transcript summarizes SCP-7246 upon its final playback on June 30th, 1986.
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[Classical music plays over the opening title card.]
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“The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince”
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[After several seconds, the title card changes.]
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“The Tragedy of the Crucified Prince and the Folly of His Chancellor”
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[The film fades to black.]
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[The scene opens back in the middle of the initial council meeting, where the Emperor asks his nobles for counsel. The entire film is suffused with a red tinge. As before, the Chancellor answers first, then the Duke of Black, and then the Prince. As the Prince sits down and the Emperor accepts his answer, the camera pans to the Duke of Black. He is seen smirking to himself as he looks at the Emperor and then back.]
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[An entirely new scene replaces the one where the Emperor comes out of the Palace and talks to his subjects. Instead, it focuses on the Duke of Black as he speaks to the two men who would later kill the Emperor. Both men nod, and leave.]
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[The scene with the Emperor resting and then being taken away is retained. An additional scene is shown of the men knocking the Emperor out and then hanging him on top of the post. The Emperor seizes three times while unconscious, but does not wake.]
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[The scene with the Chancellor and the Prince searching for the Emperor resumes. The scene is extended with the Chancellor falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. The Prince is frozen in place as he stares up. Several teardrops fall from the edges of his eyes.]
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[A title card appears. Like before, it is tinged with a red atmosphere.]
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“The Emperor dies. Traitors make their move.”
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[A new scene follows. The Duke of Black is seen writing a letter to an unknown recipient. After a few seconds, he nods in satisfaction and hands it to the servant. He gets up from his seat and wraps a cloak around himself, his dour face being replaced by a self-satisfied smirk.]
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[A shot follows of the servant holding the letter. It passes several hands, before being delivered to the Palace. Instead of being given to the Prince, however, it is instead given to the commander of the Palace garrison. As the commander opens it, the letter is revealed as being an order to muster for the funeral of the late Emperor.]
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[The film skips forward to the Duke’s dead body as seen later on during the funeral scene. It holds the shot for several minutes as the Emperor orders his subjects to celebrate his return. The Chancellor is seen stepping on the body on the way to visit the Prince’s coffin.]
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“And one of those traitors has received his punishment.”
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[The film goes into a timelapse of the Duke’s dead body. He is left on the dais of the throne room, and the shot shows the body go through the stages of decay as funeral goers continue to dance beside it.]
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“But what of the other, the traitor who killed the Prince?”
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[Then, the shot lifts to capture the neglected coffin of the Prince, which has since been knocked over and is routinely ignored by dancing nobles. A rotten hand with a hole punctured through it is seen sticking out from the overturned coffin. Flies are seen flying above it. Maggots burrow through the flesh.]
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[The shot returns to linger on the Prince’s coffin. The previously rotting hand has now been replaced by bone, except for the flesh surrounding the hole. It is blackened with decay.]
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[Then, the film shifts to show a shot of a crucified man.]
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[The film lingers on the shot for several minutes.]
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“The truth will out.”
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[Then, the film changes to show a man in Baroque Italian attire nailing the man to the cross. As the shot is further illuminated by a light, it shows that the man in Baroque attire has the appearance of the Chancellor.]
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[The film quickly flashes to show the two men in their previous German-style attire, and reveals the Chancellor as wearing the same uniform as the officer that the Prince had met at the sewer gate. The man on the cross, meanwhile, has been mutilated beyond recognition. Only the remains of the officer’s cap shows his identity as the Prince.]
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“What of the man who has sunk Alegannen into endless dance and celebration?”
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[Then the film focuses on the Chancellor, now freshly appointed as Ambassador by the Emperor, presiding over the throng of dancing nobles. As the shot widens to show more of the throne room, it is quickly intercut with shots of broken ankles, twisted legs, and bloody feet.]
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[The shot then freezes to show a worm’s eye view of some of the dancing nobles. As it pans up, it shows them still shouting with glee with no regard for their injuries. As one of them continues to dance, her femur bone breaks, showing exposed muscle. She resumes dancing nonetheless, further worsening the injury.]
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[Afterwards, a shot is shown of the Chancellor placing a grand throne beside that of the Emperor’s, and sitting on it. As seen by the advanced state of decay in the body of the Duke of Black, this takes place at a much later time than the Emperor’s return. He wields a scepter and shouts with glee in tandem to the dancing nobles in the throne room. At once, the nobles dance in a far more frenzied manner. Many of them are seen to be severely malnourished, with many having leg bones snap as they make contact with the ground. Many more injuries are seen being suffered by the dancers as they do so.]
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“The Prince’s murderer rules Alagadda.”
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“But someday, his comeuppance shall arrive.”
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[The film then flashes to the Chancellor’s dead body on the ground, rotting on the dais beside the body of the Duke of Black. The ropes which he clung onto have disappeared. His mouth lolls open. A plank of wood is seen impaling his body.]
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[The shot shifts to a view of the Chancellor’s body from the floor. It shows that the plank of wood impaling his body is a large cross. The body of the Prince as seen earlier is still nailed upon it. The film holds this shot for thirty minutes.]
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[Then, the Prince is seen slowly opening his eyes.]
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Afterword: This playback occurred on June 30th, 1986. Shortly after the last shot of the film, SCP-7246 spontaneously combusted, destroying the object.
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On July 17th, 1987, a routine expedition by the Foundation to Alagadda through SCP-2264 was attempted once again. All agents were able to cross through successfully. When the ritual was conducted to facilitate their return, only one agent was able to come through.
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Before expiring, he was recorded as saying “Alagadda has stopped dancing.”
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7264 is held in a standard containment locker at Site-26, protected by a GAARDER Security Code. Page 257 must be read a minimum of once weekly, with personnel limited to a maximum individual exposure of one hour per session and 10 hours per year. Overseer Command has approved emergency measures for the imminent Tashkent-Class “Cross-Pollination” Scenario1 related to the anomaly.
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Description: SCP-7264 is a small hardback book, 257 pages in length, describing the interior of Penmynydd Hall, a former home of the Tudor royal dynasty located on the Isle of Anglesey, Wales. Though SCP-7264 is visually similar to modern non-anomalous books, its pages are composed of vellum and have been radiocarbon dated to the late 15th Century. The contents of the initial 256 pages appear non-anomalous and are consistent with the current state of Penmynydd Hall. Though photographs and video recordings of page 257 show it to be completely blank, human observers report the presence of a large quantity of printed text, similar in tone and style to the non-anomalous pages.
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Page 257 begins by describing a small red door in the basement of Penmynydd Hall. It states this door cannot be locked and, if closed, would eventually open, displacing any obstructions in its way. SCP-7264 then focuses on the passageway accessed through this door, eventually exiting through a yellow door behind the stage backdrop of a large theatre, stated to be located outside baseline reality.
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The theatre and its contents are frozen in a temporary, though initially believed permanent, state of temporal isolation and contraction. Despite its extradimensional location, the building's construction and decoration share many aspects with the early European Renaissance, including a proscenium-style stage and multiple seating galleries. Physical examination of the temporally frozen entities occupying these galleries is impossible due to the theatre displaying and inducing abnormal internal geometries; discovered passageways exhibit self-intersecting hyperbolicity and extended exploration causes readers to develop severe organ distension followed by non-fatal transmutation of the intestines into partially fired clay and kaolinite.
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The only readily accessible areas are the stage and the stalls. The former is empty except for a small pile of exsanguinated human corpses in the underground storage section. These corpses wear similar uniforms to those assigned to the founding cohort of His Majesty’s Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria, though with minor deviations; the embroidered warding sigils have been burned off and replaced with sacrificial binding runes. The stalls are empty of seats and only contain a set of four white wooden chairs, designated SCP-7264-1 through -4. These surround a large oval banquet table, positioned with the major axis parallel to the stage curtain.
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SCP-7264-1 is on the side of the table farthest from the stage. It is the largest chair and consistently described as the designated seat for an extremely powerful monarch. The backrest of the chair is engraved with a coat of arms, unidentifiable due to heavy damage from several hooks embedded in the wood. Descriptions of SCP-7264-1 focus heavily on its use as a restraint, though fail to specify whether any entity is seated in it. At irregular intervals, SCP-7264-1 has been described as "broken" and "a failure", with little explanation except repetition to the point of unintelligibility.
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SCP-7264-2 is stationed to the left of SCP-7264-1 and described as the seat of the monarch’s most trusted consul. In all readings, a thin, black-clothed humanoid entity has been seated in the chair, with attempts at further physical analysis causing the reader to develop large fungal growths within their lungs over the next hour. Consumption of extracted growths results in extended hallucinations of abandoned theatres similar to that described by SCP-7264, though testing is ongoing to confirm whether these effects are anomalous.
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A minority of Foundation personnel have claimed that another four wooden chairs are present in the areas behind and flanking SCP-7264-1 and SCP-7264-2, with exact positions varying between readings. Detailed analysis has failed due to personnel suffering sudden convulsions while regurgitating large volumes of partially digested food and blood, neither of which are a match for the relevant reader's dietary habits nor genetic material.
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SCP-7264-3 is positioned on the side closest to the stage, directly opposite SCP-7264-1, and is described as belonging to a nobleman, vastly weaker than the monarch seated in SCP-7264-1. The backrest of this chair is engraved with the coat of arms of the royal house of Windsor, though SCP-7264 has stated that it was originally engraved with the coat of arms of King Henry VII of England. A large sheet of vellum is placed in front of SCP-7264-3, fixed to the table by 30 large iron nails. Portions of the sheet have been damaged by the effects of SCP-7264-4, but the remainder outlines an agreement wherein an unnamed nobleman would receive monetary aid and weaponry from a beneficiary, in aid of fighting a war against a ruling king. In return for this aid, the beneficiary would be provided with the deposed king as a living tribute. If the nobleman should lose or become unable to fulfil the terms of his agreement, his life, descendants, supporters, and all land ever under his control would be forfeited to the beneficiary.
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SCP-7264-4 is positioned in the centre of the banquet table, directly facing SCP-7264-1. A naked human male is seated in SCP-7264-4, with nails embedded in its wrists, ankles, and chest. The only other injury is a large branding on its upper right thigh depicting a crowned serpent devouring a greyhound while a boar kneels in front. Unlike the other injuries, this branding is believed to be self-inflicted due to its similarity to other known ritualistic methods of swearing allegiance to a powerful anomalous entity.
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The back of SCP-7264-4 is engraved with the coat of arms of King Richard III of England, though additionally surrounded by a depiction of a large coiled animal, possibly a snake or worm. This engraving is covered with an unidentified red liquid which regularly seeps and flows from the wood, despite the theatre's contracted temporal state. Following reports of changes in the contents of page 257, researchers have determined this liquid to be the centre of an expanding sphere of temporal linearisation, causing exposed entities to be brought out of temporal isolation and become able to interact with their surroundings. This has already been observed with the vellum sheet and iron nails decaying and rusting due to the adverse effects of the theatre's geometry.
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The human male has partially linearised and repeatedly attempts to communicate with the entities surrounding it, though appears to be unaware of the existence of the reader and the perspective of SCP-7264. Analysis of its statements and threats have confirmed previous suspicions regarding its identity. Investigation by Foundation personnel has been unable to determine whether the civilian exhumation of King Richard III's corpse represents a breach of containment or evidence of historical disinformation procedures by an external group.
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SCP-7264 was discovered by Foundation agents during their exploration of a decommissioned British Occult Service storage building. Accompanying it were expurgated documents created by His Majesty’s Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria, detailing the creation and use of several powerful alchemical rituals at Penmynydd Hall following Henry VII's victory at the Battle of Bosworth Field and subsequent accession to the throne of England in 1485. The full contents of these files are stated as being historically restricted to the reigning monarch and their approved councillors. Whether similar restrictions are currently in force is unknown; investigation by embedded agents has found no mentions of Penmynydd Hall in the modern British Occult Service database.
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No evidence exists to confirm the anomalous contents of SCP-7264. Foundation investigation has found no door under Penmynydd Hall, though excavation of the basement uncovered a printing press, heavily stained with blood from multiple persons and engraved with a lyrical exhortation for an unknown individual's permanent imprisonment. Extensive mould growth and insertion of metal hooks into internal portions of machinery have rendered the printing press permanently unusable.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7443 material is to be kept in a standard anomalous item locker in the research wing of Site-73. Clearance above Level-3 is required to access samples of SCP-7443. Technology developed with SCP-7443, upon being approved, is to be used primarily by MTF Alpha-1, as dictated by an O5-Council vote following Incident-7443-1.
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Public information regarding Incident-7443-1 is to be monitored by Foundation webcrawlers and agents. Deliberate information is to be spread to manufacture artificial uncertainty regarding the validity of information spread pertaining to Incident-7443-1.
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Description: SCP-7443 is a metallic material with an unknown atomic composition that maintains perfect energy retention, which when touching the uncovered body of a subject, will result in a drastic rise in subject's stamina, strength, endurance, resistance, intelligence, and physical healing for an indefinite period of time.
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SCP-7443 has a tensile strength of 964 MPa, with a density of 10.24 g/cm³. SCP-7443's effects amplify when a high amount of kinetic energy is rapidly applied to the material. Excess kinetic energy exerted on SCP-7443 material will be rapidly expelled in the direction in which the force was applied. Approximately 154.891 kG of SCP-7443 is currently in Foundation possession.
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PoI-7443-B.
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Discovery
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On June 14th, 1995, MTF Iota-10, "Damn Feds", intercepted reports from the Los Angeles Police Department concerning an armed assault on an S&C-P1 armored car, resulting in the expiration of one civilian and the serious injury of another.
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Recovered Witness Log-7443
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Civilian Witness: Daniela Wreden
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Interrogator: Johnathan Joaquim
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Joaquim: Clearly state what you witnessed to the recording device.
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A small tap is heard as Joaquim sets the device in front of Wreden.
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Wreden: God, it was all so fast. I was just pulling into the gas station to fill my car, and I heard gunshots behind me.
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Joaquim: Did you get a good glimpse of the assailants?
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Wreden: No. No, I didn't. They were wearing armor and I was trying to run into the store. They moved like a blur whenever I looked at them.
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Joaquim: They were wearing armor and fast?
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Wreden: Yeah, while one was aiming at us and telling us to get inside the other ripping apart the truck. Then when the other started firing they pretty quickly got in.
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Joaquim: And you can attest that the suspects in question shot both guards present?
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Wreden: Yeah. One of the guards got behind him and shot into his helmet from a few feet away. I didn't even see them turn around to shoot him by the time he was on the ground. I tried to look away but-
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Silence is heard for 7 seconds.
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Joaquim: What about the second guard?
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Wreden: I think they fired at him after. I don't know, a cashier dragged me into the store to get away. All I remember is whatever armor they were wearing being marked "DGS".
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Joaquim: All right. Thank you for your time. Medical personnel from the Survivor Comfort Program will administer some medicine soon to help alleviate the memories of what occurred.
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The device is turned off.
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Seized security footage was altered to exclude potential anomalous visual information being leaked. Due to the number of civilian witnesses, a cover story was devised that the incident was a standard armed robbery.
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Two further incidents were recorded including both PoI's involving the robbery of two separate S&C-P locations within Los Angeles. Both incidents were suspected to be committed by the same individuals by the identical armor worn, and the style of a robbery conducted within the span of a few minutes. Despite initial detainment efforts, both PoI's were able to escape Foundation efforts due to the speed in which their robberies occurred. Search efforts were relaxed in November 1995, and containment teams were relocated from the area.
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Incident-7443-1
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On Febuary 28th, 1996, a Foundation agent withdrawing personal finances from a S&C-P location in Northern Hollywood, California, United States, witnessed both PoI's entering said S&C-P location whilst wearing SCP-7443.
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The following is a transcription of a radio call sent to Area-09 by Agent Felix Kampstra.
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Kampstra: Two PoI's have been spotted entering a S&C-P facility at the intersection of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Archwood Street! Believed to be 7443-A and -B! They are heavily armed and gunfire has been heard from within the location. Requesting the immediate deployment of any personnel in the area to aid in the containment of both PoI's and the securing of a perimeter close to the location.
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Area-09 Command: Nearby assets have been liquidated to assist in containment. Further forces are being placed on stand-by.
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Note: The majority of S&C-P employees are unaware of the existence of the Foundation and consist of civilians. As such, no armed personnel were present at the location at the time.
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Post the conclusion of Incident-7443-1, any and all security/media footage containing the incident was seized and analyzed prior to being altered and re-released to the public.
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Security Footage | 09:16 A.M. P.D.T.
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PoI-7443-A grabs a civilian and throws them to the floor before shooting into the ceiling.
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PoI-7443-A: This is a holdup! Get down!
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PoI-7443-B runs to the teller door and shoots the lock off before grabbing the assistant manager, Brady Bachmann.
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PoI-7443-B: Show me where the vault is!
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PoI-7443-B walks towards the vault. The vault is opened and lockboxes are shown. Bachman and PoI-7443-B empty $750,000 into various bags.
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PoI-7443-B: Where's the rest of the money?
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Bachmann: What?
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PoI-7443-B: No funny shit. We know there was a shipment of money earlier.
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Bachmann: There isn't- there isn't none- I mean is no money here- here right now.
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PoI-7443-B: Shut the fuck up and give me the money!
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As PoI-7443-B attempts to extort further money from Bachmann, PoI-7443-A secures hostages within the lobby. PoI-7443-A approaches a security guard. PoI-7443-A places a gun on the back of the guard's head.
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PoI-7443-A: Whenever I tell you to, you are going to lead everyone in here to the vault and stay there.
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PoI-7443-B walks into the room.
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PoI-7443-B: Shipment didn't arrive today.
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PoI-7443-A: Try the ATM's. We just need to hurry up. Hey, you!
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PoI-7443-A aims his gun at the security guard.
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PoI-7443-A: Do what I told you.
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The security guard escorts the hostages to the vault while both PoI's exit the bank.
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At 09:24, Foundation agents assumed defensive positions around the bank and prepared for an altercation with both PoI's.
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PoI-7443-B attempts to destroy ATMs located on the exterior of the bank to recover further funding. PoI-7443-A witnesses armed Foundation agents and opens fire. All agents take cover and do not expose their positions to open fire at the PoI's. Five agents and twelve civilians are struck in the initial fire by PoI-7443-A. After four minutes of continuous fire, both PoI-7443-A and PoI-7443-B begin firing at Foundation agents and proceed to the car over the next three minutes. Both PoI's take turns providing covering fire to allow the other to proceed to the parking lot. Dye packets placed within the bags detonate, covering the majority of the money in a red dye.
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PoI-7443-B: God dammit!
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PoI-7443-A: What?
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PoI-7443-B: The money has dye packets in them. Just went off.
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Both PoI's drop the moneybags and turn around the corner to the parking lot, where coverage of the conversations and actions of both PoI's is not recorded by the bank security cameras.
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Approximately 14 Foundation agents were initially dispatched in the primary detainment efforts. Due to the lack of prior awareness of the incident, and the lack of armed personnel present, agents were armed mostly with standard handguns and wearing LAPD uniforms.
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Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 09:28 A.M. P.D.T.
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All personnel on-location were designated TTFA-12 through TTFA-14 at the time. As more agents arrived at the scene, they were accordingly designated "TTFA-X".
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TTFA-1: Stay down! Stay down! Shots fired!
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TTFA-8 fires at PoI-7443-A. PoI-7443-B fires at the car that TTFA-8 is taking cover with.
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TTFA-2: Can't do shit to them with these.
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TTFA-4: There is a gun store 'round here somewhere that we can take weapons from!
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TTFA-14: Is it worth using civie weapons?
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TTFA-10: Look at what they are using. We need firepower!
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TTFA-1: 4, 5, get some weapons from there.
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As TTFA-4 and TTFA-5 exit, the exchange of gunfire between them and the PoI's continues. Gunfire hits TTFA-9 and TTFA-6. Both enter a civilian dentist's office to receive emergency treatment.
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TTFA-1: Shit. We're losing men!
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TTFA-1 reaches for his radio.
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TTFA-1: Area-09, agents are down! We need help! PoI's are opening heavy fire! I repeat, PoI's are opening heavy fire! Dispatch reinforcements!
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TTFA-2: Should we switch to the shotguns?
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TTFA-1: Not worth the risk retrieving them. Difference would be minimal.
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TTFA-12 is injured in the leg, and retreats to the dentist's office with TTFA-9 and TTFA-6. TTFA-1 fires a shot at PoI-7443-B, striking a direct-hit on his head. PoI-7443-B is seen clutching his head and leaning against a car, leaving bloody hand-prints against the car, confirming the direct hit on his head. PoI-7443-B ceases firing at agents and enters the car both PoI's were using. PoI-7443-A opens the car trunk and restocks his ammo, while maintaining fire at Agents.
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TTFA-2: Why isn't the car running?
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TTFA-14: Engine damage?
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TTFA-13: Soon as they go it's practically a free shot outa here. Sure as shit don't have enough firepower.
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TTFA-4: Time to fix that.
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TTFA-4 and TTFA-5 approach two clusters of Foundation agents and hand them rifles and semi-automatic weaponry.
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TTFA-1: Hand those out to as many personnel as you safely can.
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PoI-7443-A reaches into the car for an unknown reason, however, upon several agents opening fire PoI-7443-A is struck in the arm, and is prevented from utilizing it to aim at TTFA agents. PoI-7443-A uses his arm for the remainder of the fight to lay the gun against and raise it.
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Gunfire continued between the PoI's and agents for 20 minutes as agents continued to fire at PoI-7443-A while approximately 24 reinforcements arrived. Foundation paramedics entered the zone to provide first-aid to injured agents, despite orders to remain back due to the risk of injury from either PoI.3
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TTFA-14 would enter close in proximity to PoI-7443-A and take cover behind a cement wall that separates the bank from a nearby neighborhood. PoI-7443-A began to fire rapidly at TTFA-14, securing two shots on TTFA-14's person while TTFA-14 hit PoI-7443-A's armor three times, including one shot in an unprotected gap in his armor along his waist, prior to a successful retreat. PoI-7443-A would continue to ignore the direct hits.
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After 14 minutes, the O5-2 and O5-4 approved the temporary emergency deployment of some members of MTF-Alpha-1, "The Red Right Hand", in order to assist in the detainment/neutralization of the PoI's.
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Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 09:39 A.M. P.D.T.
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PoI-7443-B leans over to the car window and begins giving covering fire as PoI-7443-A restocks their ammo.
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TTFA-8: Second hostile is alive and opening fire! Take cover!
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TTFA-2: Any of you got an idea when Alpha arrives?
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TTFA-1: 'Round 10 minutes. Just keep fire constant!
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PoI-7443-B opens a door on the side of the car that PoI-7443-A is standing beside. PoI-7443-A closes the door without entering. TTFA-2 fires a shot directly into PoI-7443-A's gun, forcing him to switch to a Type 56 Assault Rifle, which suffers numerous jams through the remainder of the incident.4
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TTFA-1: Keep firing! He's probably down to his last bullets.
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PoI-7443-B begins driving the vehicle out of the parking lot, while PoI-7443-A utilizes it as moving cover while providing covering fire. At the time the car had two flat tires, at was moving at low speeds.
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TTFA-1: PoI's are on the move! Keep a safe distance.
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All TTFA members pursue the PoI's while maintaining safe firing distance. PoI-7443-A runs ahead to take cover behind a tractor-trailer, while PoI-7443-B drives in front of the trailer to wait for PoI-7443-A. PoI-7443-A appears to lose track of PoI-7443-B, and stays behind the trailer without knowing where PoI-7443-B is.
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TTFA-1: The two are separated, keep them isolated!
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TTFA agents split in two to attack both PoI's. TTFA-13 proceeds towards PoI-7443-B, before opening fire at the vehicle, causing PoI-7443-B to rapidly exit the location without PoI-7443-A. Agents proceed with fire at PoI-7443-A, and strike him twice in the back. One of the shots struck PoI-7443-A's subclavian artery, causing mass bleeding.
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TTFA-5: First hostile's almost down. Legs are uncovered, aim for-
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TTFA-5 is struck by PoI-7443-A in the stomach, although shortly after PoI-7443-A's Type 56 jams, at which point PoI-7443-A racks the gun repeatedly, rendering it unusable at the moment.5 PoI-7443-A drops the Type 56 and grabs a handgun while crawling under the trailer.
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TTFA-13: I have eyes on hostile. Gonna draw him out from there.
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TTFA-13 strikes PoI-7443-A a further two times, at which point he exits from under the trailer and starts slowly walking into the road while occasionally firing with the handguns.
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TTFA-1: All units move in! Hostile is poorly-armed and appears to be dazed.
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Gunfire continues until one shot strikes PoI-7443-A's hand, causing him to temporarily drop the handgun. After 14 seconds, PoI-7443-A crouches down, grabs the gun, and shoots himself in the head. Neutralizing himself.
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TTFA-2: Hostile is crouching.
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TTFA-1: Just reloading! Continue fire!
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Gunfire into PoI-7443-A's corpse for 43 seconds, until personnel approach PoI-7443-A's expired body and deem him dead.
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6 members of MTF Alpha-1 arrived shortly following the neutralization of PoI-7443-A. All Alpha-1 members were dispatched to deal with reports in the nearby area of a third, previously unknown shooter hiding in a nearby civilian house.6
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Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 09:46 A.M. P.D.T.
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PoI-7443-B re-enters in proximity to PoI-7443-A's expired body. PoI-7443-B exits the vehicle and salutes PoI-7443-A's corpse prior to opening fire at nearby officers and moving back into the vehicle.
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TTFA-2: Second hostile spotted near first hostile's corpse!
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TTFA-2 and TTFA-1 open fire at PoI-7443-B. PoI-7443-B approaches a civilian truck and opens fire through the windscreen, causing numerous small cuts across the civilians person. The civilian exits the truck after activating a kill switch on the truck. PoI-7443-B does not notice, and begins to load ammunition and weapons into the truck as TTFA members approach.
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TTFA-8: I have a visual on hostile! Opening fire!
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PoI-7443-B exits the truck and seeks cover behind his original vehicle. Firing continues for 2 minutes and 30 seconds until PoI-7443-B grabs an AR-15, and continues fire. TTFA-7 is struck three times by PoI-7443-B.
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TTFA-2: Does anyone have a clear shot?
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TTFA-1: I do.
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After 28 seconds, TTFA-1 moves to the other side of PoI-7443-B's vehicle and hits him 3 times in the chest until PoI-7443-B returns fire. TTFA-1 takes cover under the vehicle.
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TTFA-2: You okay 1?
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TTFA-1: Affirmative. I have a visual on hostile's legs! Maintain rapid fire!
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TTFA agents maintain rapid fire on PoI-7443-B for 8 seconds until TTFA-1 begins fire at PoI-7443-B. PoI-7443-B notices and aims the gun down to return fire, striking TTFA-1 8 times. TTFA-1 makes several effective hits against PoI-7443-B's legs, until successfully striking his hand and forcing PoI-7443-B to drop the AR-15. PoI-7443-B raises his arms and goes on his knees in surrender, however, TTFA-1 maintains fire at PoI-7443-B for 14 seconds striking him 6 additional times in the buttocks and leg.
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TTFA-2: -B has surrendered! Cease fire! Cease fire!
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TTFA members close in on PoI-7443-B while paramedics and TTFA-2 approach TTFA-1.
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TTFA-1: -B's detained?
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TTFA-2: Yeah. How much have you been hit?
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TTFA-1 coughs.
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TTFA-1: Hell if I know.
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TTFA-2: Stay focused, okay? Stay awake.
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TTFA-1: Few hit my chest.
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TTFA-1 coughs blood.
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TTFA-1: Think they might've gone in my lungs.
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Paramedics escort TTFA-1 to an ambulance while driving to an emergency Foundation-medical-outpost in close proximity.
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Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 10:01 A.M. P.D.T.
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TTFA agents approach PoI-7443-B. TTFA-13 places their gun against PoI-7443-B's head.
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TTFA-13: Stay the fuck down!
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PoI-7443-B: Kill me ya fuckin' sonsabitches!
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PoI-7443-B is handcuffed, and has weapons on his body removed.
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PoI-7443-B: Why don't you put a bullet through my head?
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TTFA-2 approaches PoI-7443-B.
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TTFA-2: Is there a third gunman?
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PoI-7443-B: Lean me over and-
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TTFA-2: Stop resisting. What is your name?
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PoI-7443-B: Pete.
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TTFA-2: Pete what?
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PoI-7443-B: Pete go fuck your mother. You'll all regret it when they come to bail us out.
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TTFA-2 reaches for a radio.
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TTFA-2: Hostile is detained and uncooperative. There may be a third PoI nearby, so remain on the lookout.
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PoI-7443-B: Coming here and invading our nation! We will make you pay for this!
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TTFA-2: -13, stay with me to secure the hostile. The rest of you, secure a perimeter and get civilians away.
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After the retrieval of TTFA-1, all paramedics and non-TTFA members were isolated from the area as it was believed there may have been the risk of a third PoI. Paramedics only began to enter the scene at 10:12 A.M. P.D.T.
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Foundation paramedics on scene were given an according designation of "PM-X".
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PM-4: Area safe yet?
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PM-1: Probably not. But we need to help the injured civs!
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PM-4: And if there's still shooters present? What happens if they shoot at us?
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PM-1: There most likely aren't any.
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PM-1 through PM-4 enter the area.
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PM-3: B even alive anymore?
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PM-2: He's just… Lying there.
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PM-1: Considering how much he was shot probably not. We'll keep an eye on him, but 3, 2, go to the houses to see if any civilians need help.
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PM-4: Then you and me?
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PM-1: Help anyone around here.
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PM-2 and PM-4 depart to nearby houses as PM-1 and PM-4 head to assist a bleeding civilian.
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PM-1: What's your name?
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Koike: James Koike.
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PM-1: Alright James, do you have any injuries other than the cuts on your face?
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Koike: Nah.
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Koike winces as the blood is cleaned from his face.
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Koike: Hurts like a bitch though.
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PM-4: What happened?
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Koike points to PoI-7443-B.
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Koike: That asshole.
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Koike points to PoI-7443-B. PoI-7443-B remains still.
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Koike: Was trying to steal my car then made some glass break over my face.
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PM-1: No other injuries?
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Koike shakes his head. The PM's treat Koike for his wounds over the next 254 seconds before noticing PoI-7443-B slightly moving.
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PM-4: B's still alive.
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PM-1: What?
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PM-4: He's moving.
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PM-1: Shit! Okay. James, will you be okay?
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Koike: Yeah.
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Both PM's move towards PoI-7443-B. As they approach, TTFA-2 and TTFA-13 draw their guns from their holsters.
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TTFA-2: What're you doing?
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PM-1: Moving to help B.
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TTFA-2: It's not safe around here. There is a high likelihood of a third PoI coming back to try to free -B.
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PM-4: If we don't treat B he might expire.
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TTFA-2: We will not risk losing manpower to save him. Especially not after they killed 1.
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TTFA-13: The civilian also seems to have life-threatening injuries. You should probably focus on saving him first, even after everything you already did. That's what the "P" stands for. "Protect".
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PM-1: And what if B bleeds out?
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PM-4: Is it worth it?
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PM-1 turns to PM-4.
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PM-1: What do you mean?
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PM-4: If we treat B and a third PoI comes out to attack us, not only do our own lives get risked but if they kill us we won't be able to treat any more civilians.
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TTFA-13: Look at the hostile. Do you really think you can save his life?
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PM-4: Is it worth potentially saving one life if we risk several more?
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TTFA-2: Just take the civilian and move him away from the zone.
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PM-1 and PM-4 take Koike and leave the area.
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10:48 A.M. P.D.T
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PoI-7443-B coughs.
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PoI-7443-B: Fuck you all.
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TTFA-2: Keeping up the pleasantries?
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PoI-7443-B: The DGS'll just send more people after you.
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TTFA-13: What does the "DGS" even stand for?
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PoI-7443-B: Do-Good.
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TTFA-13: This is you doing good?
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PoI-7443-B: Anything against your group is good. We are protecting our values against your infiltration. We are fighting for our countries freedom!
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TTFA-2: And you're happy about all of this?
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PoI-7443-B: Will be for a million years.
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TTFA-13: What about the "S"?
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PoI-7443-B: Shit yourself.
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TTFA-13: The Do-Good, shit yourself?
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PoI-7443-B: Yeah.
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TTFA-13: C'mon, what's it actually stand for?
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PoI-7443-B: Society.
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PoI-7443-B expired at 10:51 P.M. P.D.T. from bloodloss sustained via gunshot wounds. Due to the perceived danger in the area at the time, and the corresponding testimony of all TTFA and PM personnel on-scene, it was deemed unavoidable to comply with procedure and prevent PoI-7443-B's expiration. TTFA-1's medical condition stabilized approximately 14 hours and 11 minutes later, at which point a process of recovery began.
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It was the only thing we could do.
+We all know it turned out to be false, but the risk was why we did not intervene. It was simply too high, all for a murdering gunnut who injured 41 people, Foundation or civilian. Keep in mind that prior to this event, the two PoI's had brutally murdered a civilian all for a bit of money. The world is better off without these two threatening those whom we try our hardest to serve.
+-Johnathan Joaquim
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Joaquim testifying to the O5 Council.
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Despite immediate search efforts conducted by Alpha-1 to find a potential third PoI, involving the commendable rapid dismantling of potential barricades established in nearby civilian homes, no third PoI was located. All properties owned by either PoI were seized and searched for SCP-7443 and possible exterior anomalous connections. Numerous illegal-weapon-manufacturing laboratories were discovered, although no anomalous material was located.
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The following note was discovered at PoI-7443-B's personal residence.
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Greetings, new allies.
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After concerning your application, we have decided to accept both of
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you into our ranks. In the box, are two suits of armor that are the best
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invention conceived since the creation of Lightning in a Bottle!
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You already are aware of what task you have been assigned to, that you have
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already been trained for. You will have a few days to take some time to get
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used to the armor given. Until then, get ready for your deed to the society.
In the hours prior to the seizure of further personal properties of both PoI's, civilian witnesses attested that unidentified persons were seen entering the each premises and remaining for an unspecified period of time prior to exiting while carrying cardboard boxes. Further investigation into the researchers, and the, "Do-Good Society", is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: The non-anomalous structure above SCP-748 has been converted into Site-68. In the event of a civilian encounter, security personnel are to employ non-lethal force in conjunction with the administration of amnestics. A steel, barbed-wire fence must be maintained at a four km radius around SCP-748. Signs warning of toxic contamination are to be attached to the fence at every three meter interval.
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Security has been increased in light of recent changes to SCP-748. Researchers are to travel and work in groups of no fewer than 3 and must be accompanied by an armed escort at all times. Security personnel are to be equipped with helmet-mounted live audio/video recording devices and all personnel must be equipped with a GPS tracking unit.
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Description: SCP-748 is an abandoned industrial complex capable of mass-production through anomalous technology. Located in Lowell, Massachusetts, SCP-748 was constructed beneath a non-anomalous factory. SCP-748's anomalous machines are rusted, damaged, and primarily disabled. Based on recovered documents, these machines would have required a level of power on par with a fusion reactor but their intended power source has yet to be discovered. The construction of SCP-748 appears to be incomplete. Evidence of this includes walled doorways, dead-end halls, and wires/pipes that connect to nothing. Posters throughout the complex display motivational/propagandistic slogans, including "A HARD WORKER IS A HAPPY WORKER" and "ACTIVE MINDS LEAD TO IDLE HANDS" (among others).
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The first subterranean floor is accessible via a collapsed portion of SCP-748's surface interior. Metal signs designate the location as “Boarding 03/1200 – Ι: 21”. The floor is characterized by eight hallways (cell blocks 1-8), each converging at a circular room equipped with a large mechanical lift. Cells are designed for the containment of workers. The floor is estimated to have been designed for the capability of housing 4,000 to 6,000 individuals in crowded, unsanitary conditions.
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The second subterranean floor is a rectangular chamber. Despite its distance from the surface it appears to be designed for the packaging and shipping of products; local signs designate the floor “Shipping 03/1200 – Φ: 5190”. The floor contains twenty-one mechanical lifts including the central elevator - the lifts most likely used for the transportation of items from the assembly floor.
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Contained within are three machines of identical design attached to the southern, eastern, and northern walls and are respectively labeled Νότος,1Εὖρος,2 and Βορέας.3 Although disabled, recovered documents suggest that their purpose was related to the transportation of objects. The western wall appears to have once housed such a machine but it seems to have been destroyed. These machines have since been classified as SCP-748-1.
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Heavily rusted crates were discovered haphazardly scattered throughout the area. The crates are non-anomalous and their anomalous cargo has been transferred to Site ██ for study. Anomalous objects recovered from these crates include:
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500 rocking horses, biologically alive. Scream when observed. Highly radioactive.
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500 fur coats crafted from the pelts of various unknown species. Perpetually on fire.
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2,000 rifles that superficially resemble the M1903 Springfield. No observable anomalies but Kant counters have registered them at >50 Hm, suggesting high levels of potential unreality.
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800 bowler hats that cannot be removed once worn. Causes the wearer to expel wasps from every orifice.
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200,000 cigarettes. Direct inhalation transforms the consumer into a basking shark. Affected individuals will explode after complete transformation (a process requiring approximately 30 minutes).
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10 metric tonnes of rotten meat. Genetic analysis revealed a hybrid species of human, pig, and squid. Highly radioactive.
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The third subterranean floor is a semi-circular chamber accessible via the central elevator. Signs designate this floor “Production 03/1200 - Ω : 91”. The location is composed of conveyor belts, pneumatic tubes, electron tubes, and pipes – all of which connect to a large machine (since classified as SCP-748-2) located in the southern section of the chamber. Based on recovered documents, SCP-748-2's intended purpose was roughly analogous to a molecular assembler.4 However, its design and mechanics fail to correlate with such a hypothetical constructor or with established laws of nature, rendering the process entirely anomalous.
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It appears that SCP-748-2 suffered significant damage at some point in the past, an event likely related to SCP-748's neutralization. This is estimated to have occurred in the early 1950s despite records stating that the surface factory was shut down and abandoned in 1915.
The factory that would eventually house SCP-748 was built in 1882 by Randolph T. Metzger and initially functioned as a textile mill. It is speculated that SCP-748 itself was clandestinely built between the years 1896 and 1908.
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Abandoned long before containment, the location was considered a popular, albeit dangerous destination for exploration and the source of several urban legends (none of which are believed to be relevant to its anomaly). On 09/04/1992, the Foundation began its investigation after years of disappearances being attributed to the location. SCP-748 would be under Foundation containment by October of that year.
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Randolph T. Metzger: A Biography
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Randolph T. Metzger, 1898.
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+Randolph T. Metzger (1840-1915) was an affluent textile magnate. Born to German immigrants, he was the object of significant praise - his life frequently cited as a "rags-to-riches" story. Owning several mills, his most profitable was located in the city of Lowell, Massachusetts, where he employed an estimated 70% of the local population. Metzger was also celebrated for his charitable contributions, including the management of "Metzger's House for Wayward Youths" and the "Organization for the Betterment of Man".
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Despite his charitable works, he remained a contemptuous figure in the eyes of organized labor. Conditions within the factory were reportedly dismal and devoid of safety regulations. His conflict with the labor movement would culminate in the bombing of the Lowell factory in 1895, resulting in 23 fatalities. The incident was blamed on anarchist provocateurs and six men were arrested and executed for their involvement despite a lack of evidence. The actual cause of the incident remains unknown, police refusing to investigate the matter further; corruption is suspected.
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Metzger began to restructure his business enterprise in early 1896, resulting in the creation of what would later be classified as SCP-748. Approximate to this time, based on Metzger's private journal, aligned himself with an entity known as "The Investor".5
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Metzger committed suicide on November 13, 1915, his body discovered by constables after a mail carrier reported hearing gunshots in the vicinity of his manor. Autopsy revealed the cause of death to be a self-inflected gunshot wound to the head. No brain matter was recovered, presumed by the coroner as having been eaten by a pet hound. His family and household servants were discovered missing and their fates remain unknown.
The deal's been made. I regret nothing. Necessary sacrifices. All of them.
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Simply good business.
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The Investor has promised much.
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And soon, I'll be richer than Croesus.
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Unsent Letter: Brianna O'Donnel, 1897
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Mum,
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This money should get you through the next month. Send my love to sis. Tell her I got her letter.
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Good news! Mr. Metzger's a changed man! The new factory is a marvel to behold and the dormitories are so spacious! He said it isn't even finished yet. He even plans to increase our wages. Did the protests really get through to him? I don't know but he seems sincere, always a smile on his face. The girls are just as happy. Says the factory is going to be a model for the world! We don't feel just like workers anymore. Like, we're part of something bigger now? It ain't equal to Mr. Metzger but it's certainly an improvement. Haven't seen his family in awhile. His wife and boys used to visit a lot.
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Sincerely,
+Brianna
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Diary Entry: Lucja Czajkowski, 1900
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Translated from Polish:
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Where does everyone go? So many floors. How many are here now? So hard to keep track. Was working with Sasha at 202. We were speaking and then she was gone. Overseer says not to worry. I ask him again and he beats me. I don't know why. He has no face.
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I search for her today but can't find 202. Numbers keep moving.
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It hurts behind my eyes. Blood comes from my nose and ears. Overseer say it's normal. I cannot let them see me cry. Or they will use the punishment rod.
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No more. I am dying inside.
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Diary Entry: Randolph T. Metzger, 1902
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The M-Machine has come online well ahead of schedule. Janus Doors are locked to their intended destinations. An endless supply of raw materials.
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I desire outfits of finest silk? The machine creates it. I wish for toys? And toys it shall produce. The M-Machine can conjure forth every possible consumer good. I transmute flesh into bread and blood into wine!
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The factory bends to my will. The workers live at my mercy alone. I am God here.
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Diary Entry: Fiona Murphy, 1906
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This place is a prison. We cannot leave. Those outside this dungeon must not know. Always more workers. Hundreds. Thousands. The factory expands. The factors shifts. I heard the overseers. They say it is one of many. Connected by the Janus Doors. What do they mean? The walls move. Too many floors. Too many rooms. Can't keep track. Nothing seems real. My stomach churns and I vomit daily. They inject our meals. Just enough, just enough to keep us alive and useful. The noise is deafening - the sound of machines and screams.
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And the toil never ends. People work themselves to death. And then are fed to that infernal machine. We make everything. Food. Toys. Clothes.
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And weapons. Unlike any I could imagine. Terrible, terrible weapons.
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We are allowed four hours for sleep but I often wake to the sound of Harvestmen. The scraping of metal on metal. In the morning, we sometimes find someone missing. We dare not question it. Need to keep our head down, can't look them in the eyes.
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They aren't human. Not anymore.
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Diary Entry: Randolph T. Metzger, 1912
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The Investor dreams of war. A most profitable venture. This explains the current demands. I don't know where they are being sent. The Investor prefers to keep me in the dark. I've become a cog in his machine and have grown dreadfully bored. This factory is bound to me! It grows too efficient, too perfect; I have no place in its future.
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Have I become obsolete?
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Suicide Note: Randolph T. Metzger, 1915
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THIS WASNT [sic] WHAT I WAS PROMISED
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Addendum: On 05/14/1996, a blockage of bone and scrap metal was removed from several large pipes used throughout the complex. This removal caused the pipes to flood with water, resulting in the loss of eleven personnel. Following this incident, electrical lights were enabled throughout the complex (flickering and dim, suggestive of low power) and an aperture opened where the central elevator shaft had previously terminated, connecting to an additional floor.
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The fourth subterranean floor is a spherical chamber accessible via the central elevator shaft. Metal signs designate the floor as “Management 03/1200 - Δ : 586”. Contained within this floor are 200 pillar-shaped machines attached to one another via copper wires, bronze pipes, and vacuum tubes. Each device houses a glass cylinder containing an unidentified green liquid and one preserved human brain. These brains are biologically alive but have suffered damage consistent with lobotomy. These devices are classified as SCP-748-3 and connect to a large and intricate apparatus at the northeastern section of the floor which has since been classified as SCP-748-4.
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SCP-748-4 is a 275 metric ton bio-mechanical machine related to the control and management of SCP-748. SCP-748-4's mechanical component is comparable to an analog computer (albeit one of incredible complexity) while its organic component is a living human brain that claims to be Randolph T. Metzger. SCP-748-4's voice is often distorted and marred by static - it remains unknown how it is able to speak and hear.
Foreword: First official interview with SCP-748-4.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Emerson: Please state your name.
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SCP-748-4: I am Randolph Thaddeus Metzger. Has the Investor sent you? Does he finally wish to parlay after all these years?
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Dr. Emerson: No. I wasn't sent by the "Investor". Tell me - how did you come to be in your current state?
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SCP-748-4: Do you think yourself my equal? Humble your tone and lower your head. I demand answers. Satisfy my desire and perhaps I'll indulge your curiosity.
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Dr. Emerson: Very well, Mr. Metzger. Ask your questions.
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SCP-748-4: If you are not one of his sycophants then who are you?
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Dr. Emerson: I am a researcher. Nothing more. Does that satis-
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SCP-748-4: [interrupts, voice distorted; a metallic and grating tone] Liar. LIAR! I've been watching you with all my eyes. A researcher, yes, but don't play me for a fool.
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Dr. Emerson: I'm afraid that information is confidential.
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SCP-748-4: Then you are a parasite and shall receive nothing.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: A request was made to Overwatch for a ToI6 Agreement. Request approved.
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Interview 02
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Interviewed: SCP-748-4/"Randolph T. Metzger"
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Interviewer: Dr. Emerson
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Foreword: Second official interview with SCP-748-4.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Emerson: We agree to your terms. We are an organization that deals with anomalies, such as yourself.
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SCP-748-4: I'm an anomaly now? Oh, it's simply a trade secret…
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Dr. Emerson: Being a brain in a jar?
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SCP-748-4: Now now, there's no need to be snide.
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Dr. Emerson: Will you answer our questions then?
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SCP-748-4: Speak your words. I'll decide whether to answer or not.
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Dr. Emerson: How did you come to be in your present state?
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SCP-748-4: I was utterly aghast, you know. At least at first. No doubt my enemies would have proclaimed 'poetic justice' or some rot.
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The Investor was not punishing me. No, no… Efficiency was increased. That was all that mattered.
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Dr. Emerson: Who was the Investor?
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SCP-748-4: A very wealthy man. Wealthier than I - and I was the sixth wealthiest magnate in the world! The five more affluent than I? They too were willing to serve the invisible hand of the market. I know not his name or how he procured his fortune. Perhaps every loose coin falls his way…
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There is a shadow market. There has always been a shadow market. Where Rockefeller reigned by daylight, the Investor ruled in darkness. And even Rockefeller bowed his head.
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The filth of this world. The dregs, the socialists, the PARASITES [shrieking distortion followed by static]… They called us 'robber barons'; if we were barons, then the Investor was emperor.
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And none but us even knew he existed. In the end, he dared to put a stop to the project. Saw the writing on the wall, knew he was losing control…
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Now go. I grow weary of conversation. Return later if you must.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: A fortuitous conversation, although its bombastic speech renders it difficult to discern how much was mere hyperbole.
+Dr. Paula Emerson
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Interview 03
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Interviewed: SCP-748-4/"Randolph T. Metzger"
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Interviewer: Dr. Emerson
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Foreword: Third official interview with SCP-748-4.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Emerson: Would you be willing to answer more questions?
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SCP-748-4: Ask and you may receive.
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Dr. Emerson: What can you tell me about this complex? What is its purpose?
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SCP-748-4: You call yourself a researcher? How can you not see its purpose? If you were my employee I would have you stripped of your position and thrown into the Crucible7 as scrap material!
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Dr. Emerson: Allow me to correct myself. We know it is for manufacturing but what is its larger purpose? How does it work?
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SCP-748-4: To take industry to its logical conclusion! And how it works? HA! [shrieking metallic noise] A trade secret, my friend. We prefer to keep the upper hand.
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Dr. Emerson: "We"? Are you referring to those other brains?
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SCP-748-4: Those are merely additional places to store my memory. Thoughtless tools. Nothing more. Do you think I am the only one? Many served the Investor. You don't even know the true scale of this place, do you?
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Dr. Emerson: Please explain.
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SCP-748-4: No. I find this all terribly dull. Leave me be.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: It appears that SCP-748 is only one of many such factories. I find it peculiar that SCP-748-4 has a very limited interest in conversation. How else is it occupying itself? Perhaps I am overthinking this.
+Dr. Paula Emerson
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Addendum: Six personnel have inexplicably vanished with the first incident occurring in 08/14/1996. Each individual was out of sight at the time of their disappearance and in some cases, were nearby but merely obstructed when turning a corner or moving behind a machine. The cause of these disappearances remains unknown. Security procedures have since been updated to address this concern.
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When asked about the disappearances, SCP-748-4 responded by stating: "Accidents happen. Your safety is not my concern."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-748 and its related anomalies are currently uncontained. Special containment procedures are to focus on the apprehension of SCP-748 products and the mitigation of Mammon events.
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Description: SCP-748 is a factory complex capable of anomalous manufacturing. SCP-748 is not believed to be the only one of its kind and may function in tandem with potentially hundreds of such instances. GPS readings recovered from Site-68 revealed scattered pings across all continents but Antarctica. This suggests that SCP-748 may now be merged with these related instances and functioning as a single entity via dimensional anomalies.
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It is currently unknown when SCP-748 breached containment but it is hypothesized that Site-68's security became jeopardized shortly after the discovery of SCP-748-4. The Foundation would not become aware of the breach until the first recorded Omega-Mammon event (the destruction of Site-68 being a likely Alpha-Mammon event).
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An Alpha-Mammon event involves the harvest of materials and their transmutation into salable products. Resources are gathered by instances of SCP-748-5 by any available means and make no distinction between living and non-living matter.
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SCP-748-5 entities appear roughly human but have undergone extensive mechanical and surgical augmentation. Their numbers are unknown but they are believed to be composed from former workers of SCP-748 and Site-68 personnel. SCP-748-5 lack skin and appear to have undergone a process similar to plastination8 but employing a stronger, more flexible material. Attached to the backs of SCP-748-5 are rusted, iron cages; the tops of which are open and apparently designed for the collection of materials. Their left hands have been replaced with tools, most commonly sickles or circular saws. The face has been completely excised, the hollow space housing a flaring horn (similar to those used in early phonographs).
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SCP-748-5 are able to render themselves intangible (during which they are unable to interact with the physical world) and are capable of manifesting/demanifesting at any location. This in turn makes it practically impossible to contain a living specimen. Autopsies of deceased subjects (SCP-748-5 can be terminated through destruction of the brain stem) suggest that the mechanical components of SCP-748-5 self-destruct upon the death/disablement of their host, leaving the technology beyond repair and of little to no research value.
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An Omega-Mammon event involves the manifestation of SCP-748 products at retail locations. These objects, as well as the packaging used, have a cognitive influence on employees and owners of affected stores. Retailers are unable to perceive SCP-748 products as unusual or out of place. Money used to purchase these products will vanish the moment they are placed within a register. Credit or debit cards used for the purchase will have the appropriate amount of money deducted but without any evidence of where the money was transferred.
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The first Omega-Mammon event involved the sudden influx of anomalous objects at retailers within 40 km of SCP-748. Some anomalies appear intended while others appear to be a byproduct of the molecular and existential instability associated with most of SCP-748's creations. Purchased items resulted in 56 casualties (including 33 fatalities) and requiring an extensive (and ongoing) coverup operation.
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Mammon events have since been reported globally.
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Site-68 was discovered destroyed and heavily salvaged. Surviving personnel were hostile to recovery operatives, resulting in the deaths of 9 recovery agents and all 12 Site-68 personnel; approximately 50 other Site-68 personnel vanished before they could be neutralized.
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Autopsies revealed significant modifications to Site-68 staff, including chemical treatment, lobotomy, and mechanical augmentation. Site-68 personnel have since been classified as SCP-748-5. It is suspected they were converted at least 2-6 years before discovery, during which Site-68 requested and received advanced equipment that has yet to be recovered. It is presently theorized that this equipment was used to repair SCP-748.
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SCP-748 is currently in a metamorphic state. These shifts lack any recognizable pattern and have resulted in the fatalities of 32 recovery operatives – primarily from being transfigured and incorporated into SCP-748 or through evisceration by the rapid manifestation of pipes and wires. Surveillance has been rendered impossible with CCTV equipment having been disabled and remote drones quickly destroyed by shift events.
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Addendum: Audio data was recovered from what is left of Site-68. Although part of a CCTV recorded video, the video itself was too distorted to be of any use but audio proved salvageable and appears to reveal seemingly one-sided conversations by SCP-748-4. It is theorized that SCP-748-4 is communicating with instances similar to himself from throughout the world. It is suspected that Foundation personnel had already been converted to SCP-748-5 at the time of these recordings. SCP-748-4 has been recovered stating the following over a period of several months:
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"Wake up Liverpool. It is time to get back to work."
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"A capital idea. We'll corner the market."
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"Ah. Tokyo. You survived. A pity we slept through the war. It would have been a most profitable venture."
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"Be proud, my friends, for the project moves swiftly."
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"The Infinity Engine has been reactivated. The Crucible demands fresh material."
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"We have long awaited for this! The world will be that of producer and consumer and those who refuse will be industrialized. We are to fulfill our destiny and become one with the free market…
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Gentlemen, I do declare: we are truly back in business!"
Still from footage captured by unmanned expedition.
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Item #: SCP-752
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Areas 752-1 through -4 have been constructed around the four known entrances to SCP-752. No personnel are permitted to enter SCP-752, although unmanned infiltration missions using technology taken from inside SCP-752 are permitted. In the event of an uncontrollable containment breach, Protocol Shangdu-47 must be implemented. Otherwise, termination is not advised as it could lead to the release of SCP-752-1 in the event of failure.
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Captured instances of SCP-752-1 must be transported to Site-17 for questioning and examination and under no circumstance allowed to return to SCP-752. Instances of SCP-752-1 found approaching any of the 752 sites are to be terminated on sight.
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Description: SCP-752 is an underground city in the northern █████████ Mountains, spanning ███ km2, population approximately 10,000. An array of electric lighting devices powered by a geothermal generator create day and night matching the rhythm of the outside world. A shield built of an unknown metal surrounds the entire city and blocks all known signals and radiation, including sonar. Study of this metal is restricted to on-site efforts to minimize the chances of containment breach.
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A known entrance to SCP-752
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SCP-752-1 are the inhabitants of SCP-752. Physically, SCP-752-1 appear human. However, the social behaviour exhibited by SCP-752-1 in large groups bears no resemblance to that of humans or any other social mammal (although parallels exist in ants and other social insects). Individuals of SCP-752-1 possess no self-interest whatsoever and are motivated solely by desire to advance the ’greater good’ of SCP-752. SCP-752-1 currently possess technology significantly more advanced than exists outside of SCP-752; however, their rate of progress has begun to stagnate.
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Documents recovered at the sites indicate that SCP-752 was constructed ███ years ago by a group of unidentified scientists and philosophers, operating under the alias ‘Eudaimon.’ SCP-752-1 was engineered by Eudaimon as an attempt to create an ‘ideal society.’
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Document 752-3 (recovered from Site-752-1)
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Day 1
+Eudaimon-Alpha-1
+Population of Eudaimonia: 100
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What a glorious new day. This is the day Homo eudaimonia will set their calendar by. After the last battery of mass testing, we’ve introduced fifty males and fifty females to the final testing area. Nothing but them, the artificial sun, the temple, and the few animal and plant species we’ve introduced for domestication.
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Nothing left for Eudaimon now but to observe.
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Document 752-7 (recovered from Site-752-3)
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Year 8, Day 24
+Eudaimon-Gamma-1
+Population of Eudaimonia: 124
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Population growth has been above-normal, as expected from our Eudaimoniacs. Instead of competing, they cooperate with one another in everything. All of the animal species provided have been successfully domesticated for food and labour. No signs of agricultural activity yet. Technological progress is proceeding as expected based on the data we left for them in the temple.
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Document 752-22 (recovered from Site-752-4)
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Year 15, Day 212
+Eudaimon-Delta-4
+Population of Eudaimonia: 170
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Growth has continued, showing marked deviance from normal human social behaviour. Whereas Homo sapiens were never intended to live in groups of more than a few hundred, H. eudaimonia will function perfectly in groups of thousands or millions. Agriculture going at full tilt now, making use of the available aquifers for irrigation.
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Deviant behaviours have begun to emerge. The taboo against cannibalism seems to have vanished and dead Eudaimoniacs are being consumed for sustenance. Additionally, disabled or feeble individuals are suiciding or being killed at a worrying rate. Beta-1 wants to interfere, try to lay down moral guidelines, but Alpha-1 insists that finding these things repulsive is one of the problems with our society and any interaction could ‘taint‘ the Eudaimoniacs.
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Technological development is proceeding significantly faster than estimated rates. Construction has begun on several structures of unknown purpose, an interesting development considering that no actual buildings previously existed in Eudaimonia.
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Document 752-70 (recovered from Site-752-2)
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Year 24, Day 4
+Eudaimon-Beta-4
+Population of Eudaimonia: ~300
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Population growth has suddenly exploded, nearly doubling in less than a decade. Presumably this increase is related to the structures.
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Some other extremely worrying behaviours have begun to emerge. The Eudaimoniacs have developed a meritocracy caste system, and are forcing the strongest and least intelligent to build for them. No, not forcing — the workers do it voluntarily, but they’re working themselves to death. In fact, everybody in this society is being worked to death. Estimated life expectancy is about forty-five, and we proved in the initial testing that Eudaimoniacs can live to 150 easily. No signs of cultural development so far, except that they’ve built the vague hints of a divine ‘creator’ called the Eudaimon into a brutally strict moral system. On the bright side, they’ve taken to heart the idea that one day the Eudaimon will come back for them and lead them to another world, as we’d intended.
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We’ve been calling these odd behaviors ‘deviant,’ but they’re not. This society has no deviance. All innovation is judged based on its merits and implemented or discarded. I’m starting to have serious doubts about the value of this whole thing. Alpha-1 and his team of geneticists seem oddly unsurprised by these developments; I bet they knew this would happen.
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Document 752-142 (recovered from Site-752-1)
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Year 40, Day 325
+Eudaimon-Alpha-1
+Population of Eudaimonia: ~1000
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Population continues to climb. Technological prowess continues to increase exponentially. At this rate they will reach our level well before the release date.
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Beta, Gamma, and Delta have no vision — they grow increasingly disgusted by my wonderful creations. I would never have taken them on the project, but I needed their expertise to construct the development chamber. I have taken measures to ensure they never discover the contents of Eudaimonia's nurseries; hopefully this will be sufficient to forestall a mutiny.
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Document 752-314
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Year 70, Day 87
+Eudaimon Delta-1
+Population of Eudaimonia: ~3000
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Population growth shows no signs of slowing. High-rise type shelters are now being constructed in addition to the unknown buildings to allow for further growth. Technological advancement continues to exceed all expectations. We can only hope that it will stagnate once they get through what we left in the temple. Undesirable behaviours have worsened. Gamma attempted to intervene and was slaughtered. The rest of us attempted a coup against Alpha. Alpha-3 pretended to sympathize and managed to fatally poison most of Beta.
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Nevertheless, the coup was a success. We still don't know what's in those buildings, but considering what happened to Gamma we're not touching it. Alpha-1, -2, and -5 escaped; the others are dead or captured. We’ve disabled the release mechanism and sealed off the place as much as we dare. The Eudaimoniacs still believe that there’s no world beyond that shield Gamma built. Now, hopefully, they’ll never learn otherwise.
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Unmanned Exploration Unit 752-a was sent into SCP-752 on ██/██/20██. Footage recovered from within the 'nursery' structures indicates an extensive and apparently voluntary [DATA EXPUNGED] before conception. UEU-752-a went offline ██ hours into the expedition, and within two (2) months, technology evidently derived from it was seeing extensive use in SCP-752. Further expeditions must use as little advanced technology as possible.
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As direct competition between Homo sapiens and SCP-752-1 is projected to lead to an SK-class dominance shift, SCP-752-1 must be kept ignorant of the world outside their cavern at all costs.
Special Containment Procedures: All Site-43 staff must adhere to Protocol Deostiation at all times.
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Description: SCP-7643 is an infohazard that impacts a single individual, designated SCP-7643-1, at a time. SCP-7643 causes an ontokinetic shift whenever SCP-7643-1 interacts with a one-way, non-automatic door. Through unknown methods,1 SCP-7643 is able to transfer between hosts.
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When an SCP-7643-1 instance attempts to pull a door, SCP-7643 retroactively applies an ontokinetic shift, inverting the door swing2 such that the door opens the opposite direction. If an SCP-7643-1 instance persists in alternating between pushing and pulling, SCP-7643's effect will occur each time, for a period of time greater than 5 minutes, with no recorded maximum duration.
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Addendum 1: Discovery
+On March 22nd, 2023, the following exchange was recorded between Dr. Garrison and Dr. Lillihammer. It is the first confirmed instance of SCP-7643 in Foundation records.
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Security Log 7643-A Transcript
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Heather Garrison is recorded as she approaches the doors to Testing Room 432-A.
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Dr. Garrison: I'm fucking exhausted, can we just get this over with?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Heather? You're suggesting we, gasp, cut corners?
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Dr. Garrison: Babe. Not today.
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Dr. Garrison reaches the threshold — she pushes on the door, activating SCP-7643, and inverting the door swing. She pushes a few more times.
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Dr. Garrison: Really?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Have you tried pulling the door?
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Dr. Garrison: Thanks Lilli, I'll be sure to try that.
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Dr. Garrison begins to pull on the door, activating SCP-7643, switching the door state. It does not move. Dr. Garrison begins to push and pull on the door alternating, in rapid succession.
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Dr. Garrison: MOTHERFUCKER I WILL KICK YOU I—
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Dr. Lillihammer: Are you sure you're pulling it? I know it's a complex concept, I'd be happy to give you some pointers?
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Dr. Garrison glares at Dr. Lillihammer. Though the mechanics are unknown, it is believed that the previous exchange resulted in the transfer of SCP-7643.
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Dr. Garrison: Look, watch. Pull.
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Dr. Garrison pulls the door, which opens without issue.
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Dr. Garrison: No, fuck this, I'm done.
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[END LOG]
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Following the above incident, Dr. Garrison submitted a request for security videos, to determine if an anomaly was present; before the request could be granted, SCP-7643 was captured on another security camera.
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Security Log 7643-B Transcript
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Lillian Lillihammer and Dr. Harry Blank are captured approaching the doors to Site-43's Cafeteria-A.
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Dr. Lillihammer: I don't know what's up with Heath. Yeah, she's cranky sometimes, so am I. But today, she was just… more frustrated than normal?
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Dr. Blank: Hmm? How so?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, she stormed off because of a door.
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Dr. Blank: Weird. Maybe there's something else going on?
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Dr. Lillihammer approaches the leftmost door to the cafeteria and pushes on it. SCP-7643 activates, and it does not budge.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Motherfucker.
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Dr. Blank: What's wrong now?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, this is a pull door.
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Dr. Blank: Okay?
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Dr. Lillihammer: No, you don't understand. This is a pull door.
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Dr. Blank: Yeah. You pull them, not push.
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Dr. Lillihammer: Asshole. My point is, we both agree that when I push on this door, nothing happens, because, it is a pull door, right?
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Dr. Blank: Okay, sure, we agree. It's a pull door.
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Dr. Lillihammer: But it shouldn't be a pull door.
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Dr. Blank: Lillian, there's no need to be embarrassed about pushing on a pull door, it happens all the time. People forget, it's no bi—
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Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, look who you're fucking talking to, okay? I need you to understand this; throughout the entire time I've worked on this Site, this door has been a push door. Across countless timelines, realities and simulated scenarios, it has always been a push door.
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Dr. Blank: But your memory is — could you be wrong?
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Dr. Lillihammer: Harry. Please.
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Dr. Blank: Well there goes my lunch. All because Lillian Lillihammer forgot how to open a door.
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[END LOG]
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Following the events of Security Log 7643-B, it is believed that Dr. Harry Blank became the new SCP-7643-1 instance. The next transfer would be the final one, prior to the implementation of Protocol Deostiation.
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Addendum 2: Incident 7643-W
+On March 23rd, 2023, Incident 7643-W occurred, transferring SCP-7643 to its current host. The following security log captures the moment of transfer.
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Incident 7643-W Transcript
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Harry Blank and Dr. William Wettle are seen outside of Site-43, as a heavy rain begins. Both rush towards the doors, which Dr. Blank reaches first. He attempts to pull on the door, which activates SCP-7643.
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Dr. Blank: Fuck. I can't believe Lillian gave m—
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Dr. Wettle: Ha. Idiot. You can't even open a door.
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SCP-7643 transfers to Dr. Wettle, now SCP-7643-W.
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Dr. Blank: Well that worked out nicely.
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Dr. Blank pushes the door, entering Site-43. The door closes behind him. Dr. Wettle approaches the same door, and attempts to push, activating SCP-7643.
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Dr. Wettle: Wait, what?
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Dr. Wettle is observed attempting to open the same door for the next 4 hours, as the rain continues to fall.
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[END LOG]
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Following the events of Incident 7643-W, Dr. Lillihammer, Dr. Garrison and Dr. Blank submitted this file, alongside a proposal for 'Protocol Deostiation'.3 After a swift approval by the Site-43 section chairs, it was enacted and has run without issue since, as detailed in the notice below.
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NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 SECTION CHAIRS REGARDING PROTOCOL DEOSTIATION
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To all staff employed at Site-43, excluding Dr. William Wettle,
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To maintain containment of SCP-7643, Protocol Deostiation has been implemented. Following Protocol Deostiation is considered a top priority for all staff, and any individuals found to be in violation will be punished accordingly.
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As per Protocol Deostiation, individuals are prohibited from mocking, making jokes at or about, taunting, teasing, or engaging in commentary that could be construed as 'sarcastic' or 'insulting' towards Dr. William Wettle, also known as SCP-7643-W, when he is attempting to open a door.
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Due to Dr. Wettle's latent abilities, our hope is SCP-7643 will be assumed as an extension of those effects, causing a negligible additional harm, and containment will be ensured through self-deprecation.
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Please note that this does not restrict actions or statements made towards Dr. Wettle during periods where he is not actively attempting to open a door.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-773 requires no special containment procedures at this time, and is to be held at Site-██ in secure storage until further notice.
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Description: SCP-773 is a standard English style dartboard with a diameter of 451 mm. It is divided into the standard twenty segments and an inner and outer bulls eye ring, along with the standard double and triple bands. SCP-773 was acquired by Agent ██████ from a Mr. ████████ of Gloucester, England residence, after an anomalous police report came to the attention of the Foundation. Mr. ████████ was found dead in his home, with several ruptured blood vessels, and a heart attack which proved fatal. Police were unable to identify any cause of death.
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After investigation into the death by Agent ██████, it was discovered that the dartboard in his study had been acquired from the organization known as Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd recently, after wiring a large sum of money to the organization three weeks prior. Upon recovery of the object a set of instructions were recovered from a panel in the rear of the board, which also contained a set of diamond tipped darts with a space to insert small strips of paper. The instructions were handwritten and signed by a Mister ███████████.
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According to the instructions, when a dart is thrown onto the board, from a distance of at least three meters, and the name of a person is written upon the dart, it will cause harmful injury to that person, depending on where the dart impacts the board. The higher the number on the board, the more severe the injury, ranging from a simple sprain of the elbow, to as severe as a complete rupture of the aorta. The instructions explicitly state that the person must be written clearly on the dart, and that the rules are observed, or the detrimental effect will occur to the thrower. This effect occurs in triplicate according to the standard British Dart Organization rules, before another person can be selected by another player to be injured. Double and triple bands incur ill effects based upon the base score they multiply.
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After significant experimentation, all of these effects have been confirmed by Foundation staff, using Class D personnel. It was also discovered that it would not affect any person more than 30 meters from the board itself.
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Addendum:
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After significant experimentation, and the use of a mechanical throwing arm, the segments of the dartboard have produced the following injuries:
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Slight finger pain in the right hand.
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An immediate tension in the shoulder muscles
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A minor headache.
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A slight rash on the left ankle, treatable with normal anti-rash over the counter creams
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A strain of the tendons in the right knee
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Ingrown toenails for several months
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[DATA EXPUNGED]
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Slight swelling of the left hand
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A fever for several days. Treatments are ineffective at breaking it.
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Rupturing of the blood vessels in the sinuses, leading to heavy bleeding from the nose.
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Rupturing of a blood vessel in the upper chest
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Strain of the Achilles tendon
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Laceration of the esophagus
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Herniated disc
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Dislocation of the right shoulder
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A portion of the lung becomes punctured with a rib
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Cranial swelling
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A fracture of the tibia
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A compound fracture of cranium
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A non fatal aneurysm
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A fatal heart attack
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A coughing fit leading to the rupture of a membrane in the throat
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation members are to avoid direct verbal communication with known patients of SCP-7730 whenever possible. Embedded agents within civilian hospitals are to be tasked with identifying patients of SCP-7730. All such patients are to be diagnosed with a non-anomalous autoimmune disease, and kept on observation. As the spread of SCP-7730 among the civilian population is difficult to track, full containment of SCP-7730 is impossible. However, as the rate of infection is low, simulations show SCP-7730 is not expected to spread beyond ⸺⸺⸺- total infectees.
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Description: SCP-7730 is a contagious autoimmune disease spread via an anomalous memetic vector. It is estimated that there are currently approximately 350,000 active infection cases of SCP-7730, the majority of them being civilian. Immune systems affected by SCP-7730 will start attacking various different tissues of the host, with a preference towards specific types of tissue differing from patient to patient. The symptoms of SCP-7730 occur in three major stages:
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Stage 1: Patient is initially infected by SCP-7730, and the patient's immune system is modified to start slowly attacking specific tissues of the host body. At this stage, the symptoms of SCP-7730 may resemble that of various autoimmune diseases, such as type 1 diabetes or certain types of arthritis.
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Stage 2: After 1 to 3 years on average, the rate at which the patient's tissues deteriorate drastically increases, and the immune system begins to target a wider variety of tissues. Along with this, the patient's tissues also begin regenerating at a much faster rate, keeping the patient alive in a state of elevated pain. This stage lasts for 3 to 7 years.
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Stage 3: The rate at which the patient's tissues regenerate starts to slow down, causing the immune system to slowly destroy the patient's body, resulting in death.
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There is no known case of a patient of SCP-7730 surviving longer than 11 years after the point of infection.
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SCP-7730 spreads by mildly altering the voice of the patient to contain auditory memetic information that acts as a vector. The specific ways in which this alteration happens is currently unknown, and altered voices are indistinguishable from baseline vocal variations across the population. When a human is exposed to a sufficiently large amount of this altered voice,1 their nervous system will reconfigure itself to contain the memetic component of SCP-7730, causing them to be infected.
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Despite extensive research, there is no known cure for SCP-7730.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following document is outdated, and may contain inaccurate information. View at your own discretion.
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— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Ignore the warning above. If you can see this document, I assume you've already been fully briefed about what happened to the SCP-7730 situation. The document you are about to read below is the truth about what SCP-7730 is, or rather, could have been.
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Hundreds of thousands suffer and die from SCP-7730 every day, thinking it's some other, less lethal and non-contagious disease. We could have cured them, we could cure them, but sometimes, these difficult decisions have to be made for the greater good.
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Remember, we secure, we contain, and we protect.
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— Hana Lim, Archivist, RAISA
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Item #: SCP-7730
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Level 4/7730
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Object Class: Euclid
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Classified
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation members are to avoid direct verbal communication with known patients of SCP-7730 whenever possible. Foundation agents within civilian hospitals are to be tasked with identifying patients of SCP-7730. All such patients are to be relocated to Foundation-owned medical facilities, and treated with Procedure MT-7730-06.
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At least one and no more than three D-class personnel are to be kept infected with SCP-7730 at any time for research purposes. Extensive care is to be taken to avoid SCP-7730 being spread to any research personnel involved.
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As the infection rate of SCP-7730 is low, with the current containment procedures, it is estimated that SCP-7730 will be completely eradicated from the civilian population by July 2014.
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Description: SCP-7730 is a contagious autoimmune disease spread via an anomalous memetic vector. There are currently 5,837 documented currently active infection cases of SCP-7730, the majority of them being civilian. Immune systems affected by SCP-7730 will start attacking various different tissues of the host, with a preference towards specific types of tissue differing from patient to patient. The symptoms of SCP-7730 occur in three major stages:
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Stage 1: Patient is initially infected by SCP-7730, and the patient's immune system is modified to start slowly attacking specific tissues of the host body. At this stage, the symptoms of SCP-7730 may resemble that of various autoimmune diseases, such as type 1 diabetes or certain types of arthritis.
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Stage 2: After 1 to 3 years on average, the rate at which the patient's tissues deteriorate drastically increases, and the immune system begins to target a wider variety of tissues. Along with this, the patient's tissues also begin regenerating at a much faster rate, keeping the patient alive in a state of elevated pain. This stage lasts for 3 to 7 years.
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Stage 3: The rate at which the patient's tissues regenerate starts to slow down, causing the immune system to slowly destroy the patient's body, resulting in death.
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There is no known case of a patient of SCP-7730 that has not undergone Procedure MT-7730-06 surviving longer than 9 years after the point of infection.
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SCP-7730 spreads by mildly altering the voice of the patient to contain auditory memetic information that acts as a vector. The specific ways in which this alteration happens is currently unknown, and altered voices are indistinguishable from baseline vocal variations across the population. When a human is exposed to a sufficiently large amount of this altered voice,2 their nervous system will reconfigure itself to contain the memetic component of SCP-7730, causing them to be infected.
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After extensive research, a method to cure SCP-7730 has been developed, known as Procedure MT-7730-06. The procedure involves scanning the patient's neural activity, in order to generate packets of personalized memetic 'anti-information' that are delivered to the patient in parts over time, slowly counteracting the effects of SCP-7730. Despite being costly and labor-intensive, this method has been proven necessary in order to remove SCP-7730 entirely from the civilian population.
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Update 2005/10/09: Due to the recent acquisition of multiple high-risk SCP objects, the funding on SCP-7730 research and treatment has been reduced. Foundation medical facilities MS009, MS032, and MS040 are no longer capable of treating patients with Procedure MT-7730-06.
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Civilian patients sent to the aforementioned medical facilities are now to be put on quarantine indefinitely, and treated with non-anomalous medical procedures. When the symptoms reach the second or third stage, the patients are to be treated with painkillers.
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Update 2006/03/03: Due to the large-scale reallocation of Foundation budget following the commencement of Project 009428-682, funding on SCP-7730 research and treatment has been halted indefinitely due to it being a low priority task. New containment procedures are being drafted accordingly.
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Update 2006/04/14: Due to increasing reports of low morale, especially among recently reassigned research personnel, the Ethics Committee has determined that it is necessary to classify certain information relating to several low-priority SCPs that are not being actively researched in order to help personnel focus on more important tasks at hand.
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Following Ethics Committee Ruling 060412-037, all Foundation personnel previously assigned to SCP-7730 research and treatment have been amnesticized, and all information regarding Procedure MT-7730-06 has been classified above Level 4 clearance.
A letter sent to SCP-7739 by Jackie Gardner prior to its containment.
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Item #: SCP-7739
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7739 is contained within a bio-containment chamber in Area-23. The bio-containment chamber has been set to emulate the habitat of Odocoileus virginianus,.Whitetail deer. with plants common to temperate forests in the Eastern United States included in the bio-containment chamber. SCP-7739 is to be given two to three meals daily, which must consist of flora found in the diet of O. virginianus. In return for cooperation during testing and other procedures, SCP-7739 is allowed one monthly visit from Jackie Gardner, with consent from Dr. Gardner.
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Description: SCP-7739 is a Class-I deific entity.Class-I deific entities are those that radiate little to no Akiva Radiation, receive very little or no worship, and are only capable of minor ontokinesis on par with a Class-B reality-bender. resembling a Native American woman with physical traits similar to those of female Odocoileus virginianus. SCP-7739 possesses cervine ears, nose, and tail. The ends of its extremities are furred and end in hooves. SCP-7739 has demonstrated a benign and cooperative personality.
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SCP-7739 demonstrates a passive effect on its local environment. Flora in its general vicinity showcases an increased rate of growth and injuries have been noted as healing quicker at a slightly, almost negligible, rate. SCP-7739 can use its ontokinetic properties to intensify these effects slightly, as well as being able to create small organic objects (such as small plants or twigs). Instances of Odocoileus virginianus and other ruminant mammals have been spotted in surveillance footage of SCP-7739, but any attempts to locate these animals by containment personnel have failed.
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Discovery: SCP-7739 was discovered by Dr. Nicole Gardner, the head of Tactical Theology for Area-23. On 23/11/19, Dr. Gardner reported the entity arriving at her doorstep.Despite on-site accommodations being available, Dr. Gardner maintains a residence in the nearby town of Boone, North Carolina.. A containment team was sent and successfully brought SCP-7739 into custody. Dr. Gardner returned to Area-23 with the containment team, where an interview was held:
Dr. Akabi Hayk: Alright, so, for the record, can the both of you state your names?
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Dr. Nicole Gardner: Doctor Nicole Gardner, Tactical Theology.
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SCP-7739: Ahwi..A Cherokee word for deer.
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Dr. Hayk: Now, Gardner, can you explain the events leading to this?
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Dr. Gardner: Yeah, right. I was getting ready for movie night with my daughter, had the popcorn and drinks ready and all that, when I heard a knock at my door followed by a ring. I went to go get it, expecting it to just be the neighbour asking to borrow our pot or something, when I opened it to see, to see… [Gestures at SCP-7739] her!
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SCP-7739: I was there for your daughter, Jackie!
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Dr. Gardner: What.
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SCP-7739: Your daughter, Jackie. She asked me for a pony, and I was gonna give her one. Couldn't say no to the first request I've had in ages!
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Dr. Gardner: The fuck do you mean she asked for a pony? I don't remember teaching her how to commune with fucking Bambi gods.
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Dr. Hayk: Careful with the language, this is an official recording.
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SCP-7739: She asked for one in the letters she was sending. She also asked for something called a "Lego Batmobile", but I don't really think that's in my domain. Nor do I really know what is.
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Dr. Gardner: What letters are you tal- Wait, oh my god, do you mean the ones she's been writing addressed to—
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SCP-7739: Deerest God?
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Dr. Gardner: Oh my… You're shitting me, right? Pulling my leg or something?
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Dr. Hayk: Can you… explain the letters thing, Gardner? Also, language.
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Dr. Gardner: My daughter, Jackie, hasn't had much of anything to do besides schoolwork for a while now, so I thought I'd give her something to do by telling her to write letters to God. The Christian one, capital G and all. Figured it'd be a cute little thing she could look back on when she was older and I also thought it'd help with, uh, you know… [Whispered] the big project. 'Cept, instead of addressing it to "Dearest God" or whatever, she kept misspelling it and putting it down as "Deerest God." Thought it was a cute thing she could laugh at later, so I didn't bother correcting her. Guess that misspelling was enough to get the attention of fucking, Rudolph over here and bring her to our house. I'm used to communing with ancient, unknowable Gods myself, working at Tactical Theology and all, but my daughter? Like hell I'm letting her get involved in this too.
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SCP-7739: The letters were your idea? Oh, I really have to thank you then. Those letters are the first form of worship I've had in… man, forever! I got abandoned really quick after the people here moved from, erm… Siberia? So it's a real treat to get some prayers my way! I really do owe you, Niccy!
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Dr. Gardner: Don't call me that.
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SCP-7739: Okay!
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Dr. Hayk: So, just to get this straight, you were there to respond to these, uh, ''prayers", right? As in, giving Gardner's daughter, Jackie, what she had asked for?
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SCP-7739: Yeah! I love getting prayers, so of course I was gonna answer them. Ponies aren't exactly in my wheelhouse, but they're close enough to deer, right? I could probably make one if I wanted to… Say, speaking of that, can I meet Jackie? I really have to say thanks to her. You should've seen how much I cried when I got that first letter.
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Dr. Gardner: Haha, no.
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Dr. Hayk: I have to agree with Gardner here. Ahwi, right? Let's just keep you here with us for now and, if you're on your best behaviour, we can maybe, possibly consider allowing you visitation with Jackie. How does that sound?
Three copies of SCP-7806 are kept in Low-Yield Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. No attempts to acquire further copies are to be made at this time. Staff are permitted to view SCP-7806 for research purposes. Requests for recreational access must be denied, and promptly reported to the Ethics Committee.
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Description
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SCP-7806 is a Blu-Ray box set compiling episodes of Ali's Knees, an unaired television program purportedly dedicated to filming the knees of Swedish actress Alicia Amanda Vikander in widescreen closeup. Footage focuses on Vikander's knees exclusively. Each episode is twenty-four hours in length, and covers one full day in its protagonist's life at an unspecified date. Each copy of SCP-7806 displays Vikander's knees from a different angle. The angle will occasionally shift, and digital editing is occasionally in evidence, apparently to prevent anything other than Vikander's knees from appearing in the frame. Once the viewer has witnessed a full episode, they are required to insert the next disc into their machine to resume playback; any footage which would have been presented during the time required to perform this action will be missed. Once the full set of discs has been exhausted, the viewer is presented with a 1-800 telephone number for use in ordering the next 'season'. Each season is equivalent to one calendar month.
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Two attempts have been made to call the provided number. The first returned a busy signal, and the second was blocked.
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Due to the tight focus, video editing, and uncertain date, confirmation of the subject's identity is impossible. No concealed cameras have been discovered in Vikander's presence, and she is unaware of the existence of this program.
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Discovery
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Three copies of SCP-7806 and a 'burner' cellphone were recovered during a raid of an anomalous media shop in Lincoln, Nebraska on 8 October 2022. The phone contained text message records apparently representing the negotiations which resulted in SCP-7806's creation. A full transcript is provided below.
you are receiving dado demand for make recompense after disastrous very bad first deal, yes
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Can't say I agree with that characterization, fella, but we sure did get your request! I'll need a little clarification before we can proceed, though.
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dado has already explained this
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dado talked to the moose
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Well that's great, and very progressive of you I might add, but you must have misunderstood our complaints directory. You should have selected "human operator." The moose operator is strictly for moose complaints. Nobody in the human complaints department speaks moose, and all I've got here is a complaint in moose-speak.
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okay
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weird but okay
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dado is demand new media product of dados choosing as recompsen
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recompnse
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compensation
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You want us to make more media for you?! Well, why didn't you say so! We're very excited to be partnering with your fine financial figure once more.
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no
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no partners
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u make media, dado sell
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no partners
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I see.
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You're asking us to produce a media program, and then sign away the rights to you?
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yes
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dado demands exclusive vikanders knees media project
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You know, I think we've got just the thing? I bet you'll be really pleased with how this turns out.
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wait
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dado has instructions for media
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hello
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hello
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Despite the apparent commercial intent behind this conversation, and its obvious results, there is no indication that dado ever attempted to sell SCP-7806. McPhaerson eventually resumed contact to determine the reason; these records were also recovered at the scene.
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Howdy, partner!
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not partners
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Wow. We brought a beautiful media baby into the world together, and it all meant nothing to you? That's really hurtful, man.
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what u want
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It's like we don't even know each other anymore. You've been so distant! For example: you never put Ali's Knees on the open marketplace of ideas, where it could grow and flourish into a pillar of global media. Now I have to ask — even though the thought is patently ridiculous, it's right here in the script I got from our lawyers — are you in some way dissatisfied with our product?
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is that all
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u there
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Sorry, you're not upset about Ali's Knees? Not at all? Obviously the content is unimpeachable, but we thought maybe you didn't like the box art, or the title. We considered calling it da Ali's Knees do, but almost nobody in the office thought the gag was landing. It played well with the moose audience, though. I think.
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whatever
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whatever
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Just to be clear: you do still plan to release this program to the teeming masses, right?
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no
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I don't understand.
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Alright, well, I have to come clean. Those aren't Alicia Vikander's knees at all.
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They're my knees.
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Are you watching? I'll move them.
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I moved them.
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Were you watching?
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dado is satisfied with arrangement
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You're just going to sit on an entire warehouse of knee photography?
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dado is satisfied
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Call records show that the phone was also used, twice, to call the 1-800 number appearing at the end of each season of SCP-7806.
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Update: On 13 November 2022, each copy of SCP-7806 in Foundation possession was spontaneously altered via unknown means. The program is now entitled Moosonee, and consists of realtime footage of the eponymous Canadian town from a static position high above the Moose River. Each episode begins with an unexplicated title card:
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SCP-7806 title card.
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Further updates to this file are pending, as largely unsuccessful attempts to sell the first forty-seven seasons of SCP-7806 have subsequently flooded the open market.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7979 is contained in an anomalous item locker at least five meters away from all wall sockets.
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Description: SCP-7979 is a road sign with the phrase "NO OUTLET" printed on it. An "s" and an emoticon depicting an angry face have been graffitied on SCP-7979 in permanent marker.
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When SCP-7979 is brought within close proximity to a wall socket, the socket's openings will seal themselves. This also severs plugged cords, rendering them nonfunctional.
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Addendum 7979.1: Junior researcher Thomas Leoprine discovered the words "NO ROADSIGNS" written onto the wall plate of a socket just outside of SCP-7979's area of effect. Security footage indicates that the message manifested over the course of four hours overnight. It has since been designated SCP-7979-1.
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Addendum 7979.2: A test was performed, in which the two objects were brought together. As SCP-7979 came within range of SCP-7979-1, Leoprine began to feel a force similar to magnetic repulsion pushing against himself and the sign and was thus prevented from any further forward movement. Even when aided by two security guards, the three were unable to push SCP-7979 into the chamber. Further progress was made when SCP-7979 was placed in the arms of a bulldozer.
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As the two anomalies approached each other, a series of anomalous effects occurred. It is currently unclear what these effects are, as once the objects came within range of each other, the security cameras in the area malfunctioned along with the driver of the bulldozer passing out from an "intense pressure in [his] skull." A minor increase in electricity usage was noted during post-event analysis.
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After the event, both objects were rediscovered sustaining minor damage. The emoticon on SCP-7979 changed, distorting into a pair of crossed-out eyes and an agape mouth while the right socket of SCP-7979-1 has become rusted and warped. Both SCP-7979 and SCP-7979-1 no longer produce anomalous effects. Reclassification to Neutralized pending.
Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding SCP-7995 collected from testing must be recorded in Document 7995-A.1 Under no circumstances are any personnel to enter SCP-7995. Sick or immunocompromised personnel are not permitted within one hundred metres of SCP-7995.
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Description: SCP-7995 is an empty structure in the Lake District, Cumbria, UK. Despite externally resembling a typical civilian dwelling, living inside SCP-7995 would be impossible. Its actual prior function is unknown.
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SCP-7995 is a focal point for varying anomalous activity, with few apparent consistent themes. Tentative attempts at establishing a connecting narrative have been undertaken, and recorded in Document 7995-A.
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Addendum 7: Sample recovered diary entries from [DATA LOST].
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Been meaning to write in here more often. Supposed to be good for you. So, here I go.
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Need milk
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Theresa is so hot it's not fair
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what am I supposed to do
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For the World is Hollow, and I Have Touched the Sky. God grant me the confidence to think a piece of work that mediocre warrants a title that pretentious.
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The ships I haunted never sailed; they just drifted through stagnant seas. How fitting. [DATA LOST]
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Addendum 9: Interview logs
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Interviewed: Ronald Jensen, Rachel Swann, Elijah Katonga
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Interviewer: Researcher Julian Farnsworth
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Foreword: The three interviewees were civilians discovered in the vicinity of SCP-7995 at initial discovery. All were asked the same questions separately; thus, responses have been grouped together for convenience's sake.
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Farnsworth: Why were you present at the building when we arrived?
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Jensen: It's my job. I'm a security guard there.
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Swann: I work security. It's not particularly weird.
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Katonga: I was the nightwatchman.
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Farnsworth: It doesn't strike me as the sort of place I'd have wanted to work in. What sort of work happened there?
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Jensen: Honestly couldn't tell you. I applied because the pay's decent and I don't have to leave Ontario, actually knowing what I'm guarding isn't much of a priority.
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Swann: Above my pay grade.
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Katonga: Sort of hoping you could tell me, actually. I was on my own there most of the time, still couldn't pluck up the courage to snoop.
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Farnsworth: Can you tell me anything about the people who worked there?
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Jensen: Bit standoffish, no names, never really stop for a chat.
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Farnsworth: You didn't learn a single person's name?
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Jensen: What? No, I mean they don't have names.
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Swann: No-one works there.
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Farnsworth: No-one… You're going to have to clarify that, Mrs. Swann.
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Swann: What is there to clarify? No-one works there, no-one's ever worked there, I knew that when they hired me.
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Farnsworth: When who hired you?!
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Swann: Fuck me, you're a bit dense, aren't you?
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Katonga: I remember a [DATA LOST], he made me a coffee when he was leaving one time. Usually they were more interested in getting home than chatting to me. Couldn't tell you what they were doing, sorry.
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Farnsworth: Describe your day from when you arrived to when we took you in.
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Jensen: Well. I got in. Relieved Rach as I got there, clocked on, got behind the desk.
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Swann: I did my job, like I'm supposed to. My shift started at ten, so I arrived at quarter to. Had a chat with Ronnie before he went. We talked about Carlisle's chances at promotion, would you like to know where I thought we'd finish in the table, too?
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Katonga: I don't know. It was cold.
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Jensen: It was pretty quiet, so I started messing on my phone. Spilt my coffee, like an idiot. [he laughs, slightly]
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Swann: Would you like to know the details of exactly how many times I sneezed on the job? Would that fascinate you?
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Katonga: It was so cold.
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Jensen: There were no tissues inside.
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Swann: There were no tissues inside.
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Katonga: There were no tissues inside.
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Jensen: Nothing else really happened, to be honest, until you got there.
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Swann: Then the SAS broke down the door. But you were there for that bit.
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Katonga: There were - there's nothing to say. Not really.
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Farnsworth:2 Thank you for your cooperation, Mx. Katonga, I'll try to let you go soon. I am curious, though, you said you work nights?
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Katonga: Worke- uh, yeah.
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Farnsworth: Good, good. In that case, I must admit I'm rather confused as to what you were doing there at when the agents arrived, at… [he checks his notes, shuffling papers] Half one in the afternoon.
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Katonga: I had to be there. But I shouldn't have been there.
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Farnsworth: Do you feel any urges to go ba-
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Katonga:No!
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Katonga: No, no, you don't understand, I have to be both, but no, that's too much. Too much. Quit while you're ahead. Or just quit.
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Katonga: Nearly there, anyway. Don't think I've done too badly.
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Farnsworth: M- [he clears his throat] Mx. Katonga, it w-would really help your case if you could be clearer regarding -
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Katonga: What's your first name, Mr. Farnsworth?
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Farnsworth: …entirely irrelevant? What?
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Katonga: Still doesn't sit quite right? Well, I'm sorry to dredge anything up, Mr. Farnsworth, but I wish you could use it to drown me out.
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Thing is, Mr. Farnsworth, is that I want you to imagine you are your name. Imagine it's everything, one little world that sums you up as a person, encapsulates your loves, hates, gives you an identity that through rain or sleet or gloom of night you can cling to that gives you an anchor in the storm just a small small noise that is you.
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Katonga: Now tell someone your name. It doesn't matter who, just do it. Give them all of that. Only you can't. It won't leave. It clings to your tongue, its spines pierce your cheeks and throat, its tentacles reach down your oesophagus and yank it back down. It slams your jaw shut, so hard your teeth shatter, you gag as it squirms its way back down and you know it's right. It's right, Mr. Farnsworth. But I'm right, but that doesn't even matter.
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Katonga: This isn't going anywhere, Mr. Farnsworth. It's so cold.
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Notes: All three were released shortly after these interviews. Each were individually administered a dose of Class C amnestics. This was later followed up with a dose of Class B amnestics, two doses of Class A amnestics, four doses of Class C amnestics, and a solution two parts Class A amnestic and two parts Class C amnestic. Eventually, they all signed non-disclosure agreements, requiring steady payment from the Foundation in return.
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Addendum 15: Exploration log.
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Personnel: D-94771 (field), Dr. Valerie Whitaker (base)
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Foreword: Initial exploration of SCP-7995.
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D-94771 looks up at the sky, shielding her eyes.
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D-94771: Lovely day for it. Always wanted to go to Melbourne, hoped it'd be under better circumstances. The file was pretty vague, anything I should know going in here?
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Whitaker: Unfortunately, we don't really have any more information to give you.
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D-94771: Oh, good. Gotten me for a brand new one, then, that's distressingly exciting.
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Whitaker: We've actually been investigating this for a while.
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D-94771: Oh. So… I'm the first one to explore it, then.
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Whitaker: No.
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D-94771 throws her hands up.
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D-94771: Well, grand. What can you tell me?
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Whitaker: Nothing.
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D-94771: Great. I can already tell you and me are gonna get on famously.
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Whitaker: You and I.
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D-94771:[she sighs, looking to the sky] Great. Great.
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Whitaker: Shall we begin?
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D-94771: Why not?
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She steps up to the door.
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Whitaker: What does it look like, to you?
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D-94771: A, uh, shed? I dunno.
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Whitaker: What do you expect to see inside?
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D-94771: Uh, shed… -y… things? Fuck if I know. [she half-laughs] Plus the spooky monster trying to eat me.
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Whitaker: That too. Alright, you can go in.
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D-94771: Lucky me.
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She enters. Inside is [DATA EXPUNGED]
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D-94771: Not a shed, then. Okay. There's a reception desk, a cloakroom to the right. No-one coming to take my coat, though.
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Whitaker: You're not wearing a coat.
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D-94771: Yeah, well, thought that counts. Desk's full of random shit, I don't think it's anything useful.
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Whitaker: Alright. Carry on, then.
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She leaves the lobby, and takes the lift to the first basement. A shadow flickers at the edge of her torchlight as the doors open to an empty laboratory, but no details can be ascertained.
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D-94771: Bloody hell, what a mess. Okay, er, looks pretty sciency, but… nope, computers aren't working.
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Whitaker: Anything useful about?
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D-94771: Uh… there's a diary, okay. Why are there always diaries?
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D-94771 adjusts her torch so she can read, and begins flipping through.
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Whitaker: You know that could be dangerous, right?
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D-94771: Bet it's not. [she is quiet for a moment] "The ships I haunted never sailed; they just drifted through stagnant seas." What a prick.
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Whitaker: Move on, please, Olivia.
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D-94771: Yeah, just, hang fire a mo. [she continues reading] Huh. So apparently -
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Closing statement:Base spent much of the next three hours discussing how to proceed. Extracting D-94771 using another D-class or an MTF was proposed, and rejected. Instead, it has been agreed that all testing with SCP-7995 will cease, and suddenly I see! This is what I wanna be, suddenly I see! Why th-
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Whitaker: Olivia? Is that you?
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D-94771: Dr. Whitaker! [she struggles off the couch she is lying on] You there?
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Whitaker: Does the black moon howl?
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D-94771: What the fuck does that mean?
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Whitaker: It is you, good. What happened, are you alright?
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D-94771: Yeah! Uh, when we got cut off, I found somewhere safe-looking and hunkered down. Picked the kitchen.
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Whitaker: And the singing?
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D-94771: Bored. Shall we get on?
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D-94771 leaves the attic, making her way back to the lift. She goes down to the first floor.
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Whitaker: How are you feeling, by the way?
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D-94771: Honestly?
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Whitaker: Of course.
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D-94771: I don't like this place. It feels cold.
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Whitaker: The environment? Or -
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D-94771: Not physical. Not sure how to describe it, it's like… being at a party where no-one likes you. Although that's most parties I've been to.
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The doors open to a dusty, dimly-lit corridor. D-94771 cautiously begins to make her way down it.
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Whitaker: Can you elaborate?
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D-94771 sneezes, and rummages around her pockets.
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D-94771: Ah… Not really. It's weird, I dunno. I'm D-class, we say stuff. What, I have to understand it, too?
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Whitaker: You must have some idea.
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D-94771: Damn it, could've sworn I had tissues in here…
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Whitaker: Olivia…
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D-94771:[she stops, and sighs] Look, you know what happened here?
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Whitaker: No? Wh-
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D-94771: I do. But it doesn't matter.
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Whitaker: Oh? And why is that?
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D-94771:[she shrugs] Just one of a gazillion other identikit things you don't understand. What's the point?
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She continues walking in silence.
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D-94771: It's funny, I don't even know what D-class means.
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Whitaker: It means you're a prisoner we abducted because no-one would miss you and no-one would mind us doing horrible things to you.
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D-94771: …you don't mince your words, do you?
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Whitaker: No. You deserve better than that.
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D-94771: Do I? What did I do?
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Whitaker: Er… [sound of shuffling papers] Armed robbery. Your mother couldn't pay the rent, apparently.
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D-94771: Oh. That doesn't sound like me. At least I don't think it does.
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Whitaker: Yes, well. It had to be something serious enough to land you here, you see, but at the same time you couldn't hurt anyone. Had to be something understandable, possibly even sympathetic.
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D-94771: I don't understand.
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Whitaker: No. You're rather not supposed to, I'm sad to say.
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D-94771: …doesn't my mum miss me?
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Whitaker: I don't know. I'm not sure you're supposed to think that hard. Anyway, the more sensitive suggestion is cloning, but I'm not really sure that's a great deal less ethically dubious-
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D-94771: No, hang on, shut up a second.
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She has reached a bulky metal door, gunmetal-grey.
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D-94771: Keys are in the lock. Thank fuck for a bit of convenience.
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Whitaker: When you're ready, then.
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D-94771:[she hesitates] Ready for - what?! No, no way, I ain't goin' anywhere fucking near there!
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Whitaker: Alright, if you feel so strongly about it. You can start making your way back, then.
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D-94771: You're not down here, doc! You can feed yourself to whatever monster's fucking in there! Not me!
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Whitaker: Whatever you feel comfortable with.
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D-94771: Okay. Not the biggest door I've come up against.
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D-94771 tries the door. It is sealed shut.
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D-94771: Not even locked. Amateurs.
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D-94771 turns and runs, out of SCP-7995. Testing complete.
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D-94771: No ominous creak! Where's my ominous creak?
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D-94771 shuts the door. Inside is human remains
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is [DATA LOST]
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is the missing puzzle piece
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is seventeen empty boxes of tissues
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is an incomprehensible horror beyond human understanding, pulped from a half-formed nightmare and described in awkward, tortured metaphor
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is just some peace and quiet
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come on
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…
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Inside is nothing.
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D-94771: Boring. Can I come back now?
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<END LOG>
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Addendum 19: Document 7995-A.
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Error: document does not exist.
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Addendum 20: Memorandum from Director Thomas Walker, Site 9.
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My secretary directed me to this article, and I'm glad she did. Now, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like whoever wrote this document to come to my office for nine tomorrow, where they will either receive a paper copy of this article, written as though the writer had a brain, or their P45. I want to make it clear, this shambles of a scientific piece is unacceptable. If I can't tell what it even does, you have failed at your job. I hope this is clear.
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And one more thing: for pity's sake, get those redactions sorted. You're not spies; if the information isn't going to melt my brain, it's for me and RAISA to decide what makes it in. Not you. Expunging it from the database completely is beyond a joke.
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- Director Walker
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Addendum 21: Memorandum from Director Thomas Walker, Site 9.
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Thank you. This is what a proper document should look like.
TIME PERVERT is a work of fiction. The role played by any characters with any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events is entirely coincidental.
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+This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers.
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Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts
+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
+Depiction of torture
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If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content.
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+If you accessed this file, you believe you have Level 6/8008 clearance. Ergo:
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You have been assigned to the SCP-8008 investigation at behest of the O5 Council.
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You have followed the required preparatory inoculation protocol, which has engendered cognitostructures adversarial to the contents of SCP-8008.
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You have consented to viewing the final SCP-8008 cognitoreinforcement.
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Alternatively, one of the following grants you de facto Level 6/8008 clearance:
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You are an informed survivor of a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario or Tashkent-Class "Cross-Pollination" Scenario.
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You are a veteran of "Operation Timegeld".
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You have no disgust response.
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If any of this is in error, a Foundation medical team has been alerted to your location and your terminal will automatically shutdown at first detection of life sign disruption. Should you survive, you will be subject to disciplinary measures.
All discovered evidence of pre-SCP-8008 history is to be explained/discredited as pseudohistory, conspiracy theory, or hoax. As the primary SCP-8008 event is concluded within an Isolated Temporal Pocket,1 no further interference is possible.
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The Department of Sciences is coordinating the ongoing investigation into the alterations, if any, made to consensus reality by SCP-8008. SCP-8008 is classified as the Enochian class — its properties are currently believed to constitute an aspect of baseline reality until the full extent of the alterations is known and the possibility of reversal is determined.
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Description
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SCP-8008 was a spontaneous tachyon burst of previously-unrecorded magnitude centered on 18:43 PST August 23rd, 2023, Mountain View, California. Tachyon bursts usually indicate significant alterations to consensus history (CK-Class reality restructuring scenarios). However, no immediate and obvious changes to history were observed; however, even state-of-the-art Foundation reality-monitoring apparatuses have known inadequacies.
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The purpose of the SCP-8008 investigation is to determine how, if at all, history has changed.
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Recovered Physical Evidence:
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SCP-8008-A: Ground Zero
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The source of SCP-8008 has been triangulated to a private residence, designated SCP-8008-A.
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SCP-8008-A has interior dimensions larger than its exterior dimensions. It is zoned as a single-occupant residence in a building occupied primarily by workers in the tech industry, approximately 85% of whom are not in romantic relationships. (These characteristics do not apply to SCP-8008-B.)
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There are approximately 500,000 corpses and an undetermined volume of protein slurry within SCP-8008-A. Of the corpses, 90% are recognizable as fully human and 9% appear to be parahuman or humanoid. The majority of intact corpses are wearing Foundation uniforms or equivalents from other organizations i.e. contemporary normalcy organizations (e.g. Global Occult Coalition) or known multiversal equivalents (e.g. Vanguard).
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Many of these individuals are alternative iterations of registered active Foundation personnel. The most prominent are summarized in the below table.
SCP-8008-B is the corpse of a reality-warping humanoid. It is physiologically and genetically identical to currently-living renowned artificial intelligence risk researcher, fiction author, and American Twitter personality Eliezer Yudkowsky but possesses hypertrophied pectoral, abdominal, gluteal, and limb muscles. It is unclear whether SCP-8008-B transformed itself into the form of Eliezer Yudkowsky using its abilities or whether it retroactively altered reality so an alternate version of itself would attain the material success currently enjoyed by Eliezer Yudkowsky.
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Eliezer Yudkowsky does not appear aware of the existence of SCP-8008.
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SCP-8008-C: Recovered Hardware
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SCP-8008-C is a non-functional computer that displays residual hallmarks of ontokinetic alteration. Analysis suggests SCP-8008-C's hard drive contains nearly-infinite storage capacity and that its CPU, if functional, would perform at extremely high speeds; however, it is believed that active ontokinetic manipulation is necessary to power SCP-8008-C.
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Electron Microscopy of SCP-8008-C. Note highly-irregular three-dimensional drive design.
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SCP-8008-C's hard drive is currently being investigated. It has two sections: a mundane, traditionally-structured portion constructed in accordance with established laws of computer engineering, and an ontokinetically transformed portion that requires extensive reverse-engineering in order to extract stored files and data.
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Of the current files recovered from traditionally-structured partitions of the hard drive, roughly 96% consist of pornography, 20% of which is Japanese cartoon pornography, colloquially known as "hentai". Further investigation of this media is on hold pending Ethics Committee review;4 however, while the primary storage directory was labeled "C:/Users/ey/Desktop/Home work/Papers/Code Prototypes/Docs/Old Versions/New Folder", suggesting a high desired degree of secrecy, an examined random sample is largely "vanilla", i.e. not containing a high level of taboo beyond that inherent to pornography. The remaining 4% consists of a mixture of personal files, all belonging to the individual physically resembling "Eliezer Yudkowsky", along with extensive documents authored by SCP-8008-B. These pre-SCP-8008 documents are primarily essays about SCP-8008-B's life philosophy with almost no fictional works, and have little to nothing in common with the works of baseline Eliezer Yudkowsky.
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The remainder of recovered data is being extracted piecemeal from the exotic data storage structures of SCP-8008-C. A small portion of these logs appear to be produced by other individuals aware of the SCP-8008 event during its progression. These logs are primarily Foundation records. The rest are multimedia files, generally consisting of text or images.
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Text files generally tend to be first person or third-person limited narratives from the perspective of SCP-8008-B. These narratives span over several thousand different settings with different premises and genres; however, common characters and themes recur throughout all recovered documents. Foundation personnel involved with the SCP-8008 event are recurring characters; SCP-8008-B and its worldviews are always major elements. A comprehensive narrative is still being constructed, as retrieval from SCP-8008-C is time-intensive and the retrieved data is not temporally linear. It is unclear whether these logs are accurate descriptions of the SCP-8008 event or if they are creative works produced by SCP-8008-B.
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Core Investigation Summary
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The amount of data being recovered from SCP-8008-C is immense, measuring in the hundreds of yottabytes.5 To assist in the investigation, the Department of Sciences has engaged Foundation Artificial Intelligence Conscript HANAZONO.AIC to analyze the retrieved unstructured data and organize it into a human-readable form.
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Currently, HANAZONO.AIC is classifying retrieved documents under 5 categories. Until HANAZONO.AIC completes its task, the exact organizational purpose of each category remains conjecture.
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"Society": Alterations to society by SCP-8008, or the worldviews of SCP-8008-B;
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"Science": Alterations to the fabric of reality by SCP-8008, or the intellectual interests of SCP-8008-B;
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"Biology": Alterations to the human species by SCP-8008, or additional aspects of the worldview of SCP-8008-B;
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"Want": Possible causes for the awakening of SCP-8008-B's abilities, or a psychological profile of SCP-8008-B;
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SCP-8008-1: "Society"
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Recovered documents from SCP-8008-C suggest that "within/during"6 the SCP-8008 event, spacetime was highly compressed. SCP-8008-B may have trapped the entirety of the known multiverse within a form of reality at its whims. Alternatively, SCP-8008-B may have used alterations to spacetime in order to write extensive amounts of fictional works.
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Evidence is contradictory. If taken literally, files recovered from SCP-8008-C suggest that SCP-8008-B had the ability to completely rewrite spacetime, with unprecedented levels of temporal manipulation, ontokinetic, and matter reconfiguration abilities. However, the interpretation of recovered files as fictional works does not explain the presence of multiversal variants of Foundation temporal operators.
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Files associated with SCP-8008-1 are believed to originate from the last 10% of elapsed time within SCP-8008, i.e. the 10% of the time experienced by entities within SCP-8008 closest to its disruption and the restoration of baseline reality.
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SCP-8008-1.01: Retrieved Communication
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2023-08-23 02:40 UTC
+To: Alice Forth <lanretni.teNPiCS|htrofa#lanretni.teNPiCS|htrofa>
+From: Thaddeus Xyank <lanretni.teNPiCS|knayxt#lanretni.teNPiCS|knayxt>
Eluthertopia, the greatest of the Free Cities of Nim Bii. In a continent ruined since the Fall of the Cathedral in the Great Burning 10,000 Cycles ago, the Free Cities stood as beacons of civilizations in a world with none.
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These great cities were held together only by the power of their Benefactors — good men of great merit and renown who chose, from the goodness of their hearts, to uphold society. They were as gods — Pethriel the All-Seeing, Scalex of the Codex, and Elon and Zux and Bezeus who upheld their Cities through wealth alone. But greatest among them all is I, the First Citizen of Eluthertopia, Administrator of its Foundation, who bears the gift of Wisdom.
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My power of Wisdom is even more powerful than what Pethriel possesses through the All-Seeing Stones. Pethriel must scry his stones to ascertain threats to his City, but my Wisdom allows me to infer threats that will occur from the slightest hints of influences, and act accordingly to cut them off before they even begin.
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Nim Bii was a dangerous land. Ever since the Great Burning, civilization had been under constant threat from the shadow organization known as ΔT. Nobody knew who they were or what they wanted — only that they hated everything that we had built.
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I watched the skies as we stood in the plaza before the Hall of Government. The white marble shone brilliantly in the dusk. My entourage stood behind me, nervously twisting in the wind.
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"Administrator-sama, what is it?" said my bodyguard, Alice. She was a very pretty cat woman, and she smiled at me.
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"You idiot! Obviously his Wisdom let him know that an Incursion by ΔT is due to happen," said my secretary, Ilse. She was also a very pretty cat woman with cropped red hair and sharp blue eyes. Of course, she felt the same way about me as I felt about her, but both of us were too shy to ever act on our feelings.8 However, in an emergency, she would be more than happy to activate my true power.
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"Indeed," said my administrative factotum, Thaddeus. He was one of the beast-folk, who had evolved in the wilds between the cities in the Decamillenium since the Great Burning, of one of the dog-tribes. We had fought when we had originally met, but now he was one of the most loyal people I knew. He had once had a magnificent mustache, but in the years since joining me he had lost the ability to grow one.
There was a flash of violet light, and the enemy appeared.
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We didn't know what these soldiers of ΔT truly were or where they truly came from, so we called them Demons. They were imposters, mimics, thieves. Whenever we encountered them, they wore the faces of our loved ones and yet were insistent on killing us. They might look different, might be human or elf or dwarf or goblin instead of being beastfolk, but always they stole our faces and tried to hurt us.
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False!Ilse was a reindeer woman, though its eyes remained blue. It also mimicked her signature battle garb, which displayed the 16 ribbons of each of her PhDs.
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False!Alice was a dingo — no, more accurately it was a jackal. There was none of the warmth that the true Alice had towards me in its eyes.
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"—Wolves and jackals are related, aren't they, Thaddeus?"
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"I have been neutered, Administrator-sama. You did the act yourself."
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"Shit," said False!Ilse. "We weren't fast enough."
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"It's no matter, let's get ready to fight! To defend our home!" said Ilse. Thaddeus took the wolf-stance of martial arts, and Ilse and Alice drew their SNEER9 clubs, a potent weapon of my own invention.
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They fired their guns, a rapid barrage of thunderclaps.
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"Administrator-sama!" Ilse and Alice both cried, as they jumped into the path of the projectiles. The bullets clattered uselessly against the Chesterton Fields of their SNEER clubs, though their nervous charge to defend me perturbed their voluptuous chests. Thaddeus had no fear, and charged ruthlessly through the hail of bullets. He jumped upon the demon that mimicked him, tearing out its throat.
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The other two demons screamed and fired bullets into Thaddeus's back, but to no avail. He shrugged them off. I thanked my foresight in splicing Thaddeus with unicorn DNA to grant him enhanced durability and regeneration. (This was also why it was necessary to neuter him so that his masculine Yang force would not react negatively with the purity essence of the unicorn.) He jumped off of false!Thaddeus's corpse, and lunged at False!Alice. It fought back with its own claws, but he was much stronger and much more suited for paw-to-paw combat. It, too, died.
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The False!Ilse swore again and slapped at its wrist. It vanished in another burst of violet light.
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"Drat, mine got away!" said Ilse. "Administrator-sama, do you know where it went or when it's coming back?"
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"Now who doesn't know what they're talking about?" Alice said. "There are some things that — oh, I'm so sorry, Administrator-sama!"
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I released a sigh of tension. "It's alright, Alice."
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The truth was that ΔT had long been a thorn in my side, and would do anything to bring down the perfect society I inhabited. I could stop their agents whenever they dared to show themselves before me, and yet I did not know where they came from or where they tried to escape to. I could not tear out the root — the only evil remaining in this perfect society.
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SCP-8008-1.13: SCP-001
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ΔT Orientation
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Fixed Point ΔT.001
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APPROVED BY:
+ILSE REYNDERS 1, ADMINISTRATOR
+ALICE FORTH 6213, ETHICS COMMITTEE HEAD
+THADDEUS XYANK 809, RECORDS ARCHIVAL INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION HEAD
Description: SCP-001 is the temporal funnel trap that encompasses the entire observable multiverse. When traveling through time, regardless of multiversal or temporal origin, all time travelers will invariably encounter SCP-001. Once time travelers enter SCP-001, they can no longer escape. SCP-001 is also populated by the entirety of humanity, most of which is unaware of the current altered state of reality.
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Other examples of temporal funnel traps known to the Foundation are believed to have been deliberately-created to prevent disruption of the present by parachronological material; SCP-001 is qualitatively and quantitatively different, as it is a natural occurrence.
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Within SCP-001, the only non-SCP-001 history that meaningfully exists is that which leads to 18:43 PST August 23rd, 2023 of Timeline-001-ΑΩ. While this designation breaks from standard timeline naming practice, from the perspective of SCP-001, Timeline-001-ΑΩ is the only past that exists. Traveling to any point in the past of Timeline-001-ΑΩ allows access to divergent timestreams; however, currently all invariably converge to the present of SCP-001. Travel to the past of Timeline-001-ΑΩ is currently recommended solely for salvage of objects that cannot be obtained within SCP-001.
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Travel to the future of Timeline-001-ΑΩ is not possible. To all traditional observational mechanisms, the future of Timeline-001-ΑΩ does not exist. Time progresses in Timeline-001-ΑΩ in direct proportion to the time progressed by SCP-001-1.
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The "present" of SCP-001 is trapped within an iterative temporal loop. In intervals of twenty to eighty years, the entire observable universe will be reconfigured in response to the actions and stimuli experienced by SCP-001-1 in the "current" iteration. Nomenclature has not been formalized: personnel most commonly refer to the periods between these reconfigurations as "world cycles", "reboots", or "kalpas". This reconfiguration may be absolute; the entirety of the world can and has been reordered by the whims of SCP-001-1. No method of preventing this reconfiguration has been determined.
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SCP-001-1 is a humanoid entity, the upper limit of whose anomalous capabilities are currently unknown. Known capabilities include heightened senses, ontokinesis ("reality warping"), and temporal manipulation. SCP-001-1 has survived every assassination attempt executed by ΔT.
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ΔT ("Delta-T") is the Foundation Department responsible for containing and reversing SCP-001. It is formed primarily of Foundation personnel from other timelines trapped within SCP-001, including members of Research and Containment Team Δt and the Temporal Anomalies Department, though members of other groups with temporal transit capabilities (e.g. the Golden Horde) have also joined in the interest of eliminating SCP-001. ΔT is located in Fixed Point ΔT.001, an isolated temporal pocket that tracks the "present" of SCP-001 with a passage of time at a 1:1 ratio via Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS).
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No attempts to alter the past of SCP-001 from Fixed Point ΔT.001 have been successful. While alterations to Timeline-001-ΑΩ have been possible, none so far have prevented the inevitable occurrence of SCP-001.
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Survive.
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SCP-8008-1.35: "A Perfect World"
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It is the duty of every Benefactor to maintain their society. To set forth the rule of law most conducive to eudaemonia,11 and to enforce it. To make the hard decisions of what to do for those who cannot belong.
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The truth is that this is not my first life. I have lived untold lifetimes, and in my first life before this one, I lived in the world where there was an innovation known as a Credit Score. A Credit Score took aspects of someone's financial past — whether they paid off their loans on time, how much money they borrowed, and if they had been paying consistently — to predict their financial future. Whether they'd be a good customer, or a very risky one. And I thought — what if we could extend this Credit Score to the entirety of our lives? We could make not just a great society — but a perfect one.
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The Beautiful Streets of Eluthertopia.
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These fond memories were on my mind as I walked with Thaddeus, Ilse, and Alice through Eluthertopia. While other Benefactors like Pethriel may have been satisfied with using their magical artifacts to maintain the order of their Free Cities, I liked to go out and get my hands dirty. Merely accompanying me gave Thaddeus, Ilse, and Alice significant boosts to their ESAS (Elutherian Social Assessment Scores), and the three of them were near the maximum value, with Thaddeus at 970, Ilse at 981, and Alice at 943.
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I smiled and waved as I walked through the streets of Eluthertopia. Those who smiled and waved back received +1 to their ESAS for contributing to the eudaemonic atmosphere, while I made a note to investigate any who frowned or glared. It was possible they were just having a bad day, but it was also possible that they had designs against me or their fellow citizens. It was better to be safe than sorry, and the mere fact that they were targets of investigation counted as -50 to their ESAS.
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There were hundreds of other micro-expressions that my Wisdom incorporated; the presence of alcohol on their breath, the presence of their body odor, how harshly their voices rang through the market square. All for the greater good. My Wisdom worked in the background, passively maintaining society as I enjoyed the fresh air.
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There was a SNAP in the back of my brain. I stopped walking, and Thaddeus, Ilse, and Alice stopped and watched me with concern. Someone's ESAS had gone negative.
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"Administrator-sama?" Ilse asked.
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"We have a Breach," I said. Silently, Ilse and Alice drew their SNEER clubs. +5 ESAS points for vigilance.
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I crept towards a dim alleyway cutting off from the street, and signaled to my entourage to stay back. They seemed upset, but they obeyed me, which earned them +5 ESAS points for obedience.
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There was a disheveled boy sitting in the alleyway, sobbing into his arms. -1 point per sob.
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"What's wrong? How might I help you?" I said. I was the Benefactor of Eluthertopia, the First Citizen, and the Administrator of its Foundation besides. No one should cry in my city.
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The boy looked up at me. His eyes darkened. "You! You're the tyrant (-50 ESAS for slander)! You killed my parents (-50 ESAS for false accusation)! This is all your fault (-50 ESAS for blame) (+10 ESAS for respecting power)!"
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He ineffectually stumbled towards me in rage and hunger, and raised his fists as if to strike me (-5000 ESAS). I caught his weak, starved hands easily.
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I examined him. His parents had been soldiers who'd fallen in battle against the forces of another Free City to secure land that, in 500 years, would be a fruitful source of crude oil. The technology of this world had not yet advanced to the point where crude oil could be refined, but their sacrifices had not been in vain. Nevertheless, the ESAS he'd earned by being born to loyal citizens had been annihilated by his cursing my existence under his breath and his assault on my person. At over -5000 ESAS, there was no hope he would ever become a positive-ranked citizen ever again.
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It was possible he could be redeemed and become a productive citizen, but I looked into his future with my Wisdom. I saw fire. My city burning. The contents of my skull scattered into the wind. I stumbled back, shocked. Horrified.
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I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the light. "This one has breached."
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Thaddeus made to grab him.
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"No. I'll handle him myself. His life is forfeit to the Harvest."
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My entourage nodded gravely. They knew that for making the sacrifices necessary to maintain Eluthertopia, I was to take full responsibility.
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"I still shudder whenever you do this," Alice said, batting her eyelashes at me. "Why must you dirty your hands so?"
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"The beauty of this world is no coincidence. This is a perfect world. My perfect world, with my grand design. Every inch built with my blood, sweat and tears, and so it is my responsibility to maintain it."
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"But why does it take this? Why must you sully your hands and your spirit with the Extraction of this soul?"
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"Because his life, to my Wisdom, was not just worthless, but less than worthless. An active detriment to our perfect world. He would have destabilized it, created a ripple just small enough to risk turning into a wave that would crest over everything we've built — and wash it away. His life, you see, is nothing. I'll spare you the truth about his destiny, but he would have ended a hundred thousands lives if he lived to adulthood."
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"Now, however, he will be useful. Through his suffering, I will extract enough mana to cast a powerful working, one that will reduce the suffering of good men for a thousand years. For a thousand years hence, no one in the Free City of Eleuthertopia will ever stub their big toes of their right foot — all thanks to his contribution."
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Excerpt: Global Occult Coalition PHYSICS Division Field Manual 13: Special Circumstances, Humanoid Threat Entities
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Notice: This is an EXTERNAL document. It is included here as an example of generally-accepted anomaly management precepts; however, consult the Foundation Decommissioning Department before seeking permission to terminate an anomaly.
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PHASE 4: The Child-God: Sadly, the majority of Type Greens will eventually progress to Phase 4. During this phase, the reality bender becomes obsessed with the power it possesses and will attempt to utilize it for personal gain at the cost of others. This phase is marked by reduced empathy for other humans, inability to accept personal faults, and increased megalomania.
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Although warning signs are numerous, the key aspect of a Phase 4 is the use of their abilities to manipulate other humans. Teenage and young adult Type Greens will typically use their abilities for sexual purposes, while children will attempt to make strangers their "friends." Older adults may attempt to manipulate others for love or financial gain. Although a few cases have resulted where the Type Green then reverts to Phase 3, 99% of them will remain at Phase 4 until eliminated. For this reason, Phase 4 Type Greens should be considered Threat Level 5 (Immediate Threat) and eliminated immediately, as they represent a major threat to all aspects of the Fivefold Mission.
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COSMIC TOP SECRET — DECLASSIFIED IN EVENT OF POST-PIZZICATO RECONSTRUCTION PER HOUSE ACCORDS
+PHASE 5: Unknown: There are no known Phase 5 Type Greens. It is theorized that a Type Green that reaches Phase 5 becomes indistinguishable from Type Black demi-deities or otherwise fully integrates or becomes indistinguishable from baseline reality. If such an entity is discovered in the process of escalating to Phase 5, they are to be considered at minimum Threat Level 5 (Immediate Threat) with the possibility of Threat Level 6 (Pizzicato) procedures being enacted. However, should this escalation succeed despite Coalition intervention, the entity will paradoxically fall to Threat Level 0 (No Threat), as their actions will have become indistinguishable from baseline reality.
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Similar Anomalies
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HANAZONO.AIC has determined the following anomalies may be relevant to the above recovered SCP-8008-1 material:
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SCP-5706: a variant of Herpes simplex that induces a perceptual temporal dilation effect on its infectees, during which they enter a fantasy world, namely that of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. It does not appear to exist in pre-restructuring versions of the Foundation Database. Flagged for: temporal effects, fantasy world, sex
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SCP-6090: a thaumaturgically-enhanced virus that imparts animalistic features on its infectees. Flagged for: therianthropy, sexually transmitted
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SCP-6969: a thaumaturgic biological process that extends the time perceived by all human beings during orgasm from sixteen days to roughly seventy-three quintillion years. Flagged for: temporal effects, sex
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SCP-8008-2: "Science"
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Files associated with SCP-8008-2 are believed to originate from the second half of time "within" SCP-8008.
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Although many files in SCP-8008-2 describe systems for thaumatological processes, they are inconsistent between documents. They cannot be considered reliable descriptions of physical laws within SCP-8008 as opposed to a description of the control exercised by SCP-8008-B.
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SCP-8008-2.03: "The Schema of Syllogism, Chapter 3: Homework"
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Chapter 3:
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Henry John Smith Glas12 had always wished to use magic. As an orphan, he had been found by the Sisters of Erudite Nox. Erudite Nox was the most primeval and traditional aspect of Inanna-Gaea-Mary, the Goddess that blessed the Kingdom of Metegian.13
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Henry was not like others, for he had a secret. He had lived through many, many lives, and so he was far wiser beyond his years. In the earliest life he could remember, he had lived on a planet called Earth, where the science was far more advanced than the Kingdom of Metegian. On Earth, there was sanitation like indoor plumbing, the ability to refine crude oil, mayonnaise, and machines that could almost think. Earth had also discovered the deepest secrets of the universe: that of quantum physics.
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In the Kingdom of Metegian, magic fulfilled the role that science did on Earth. It powered things like hyperloops and the internet, so it was essential that every person knew it, just as it was essential for all Earthlings to know how to code. However, just like evil programmers could become hackers and cause great evils like Stuxnet or the heist of Mt Gox, evil magic users could destroy society as well. For this reason the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei had been founded, to prevent the proliferation of evil magic. Legally, any common citizen who wished to use magic had to go through 20 years of schooling with Woke Dei. Those who did not adhere to orthodoxy were cast out as criminals, for they tampered with powers that could destroy the world.
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So unfortunately, despite his millennia of wisdom, Henry had to go to school, under the Ivory Tower of the Woke Dei. He was far better at learning things on his own, without the rigid structure and social conditioning of Woke Dei.
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"So, how was the first day of school?" said Sister Alice, as Henry lay in her lap. Alice was one of the Sisters of Erudite Nox.
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"Simply mind-numbing, as it has been for the past fifteen years," Henry replied tersely. "They reiterated the Metegian system again."
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The Metegian Standard Magic System was simple: All things in the world were composed of mana. Mana could be divided into three colors — red, green, and blue. Each mana could furthermore be tuned to six Charges— Up, Down, Charm, Strange, Top, and Bottom. This magic system just so happened to follow the rules of quantum physics from Henry's past life.
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"Aw, again? But you've always known it. You picked it up so fast right after we found you. If only you could have learned from us forever," said Alice.
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All magic was said to come from the Goddess, and so her priestesses were among the most powerful in the land who were not the Scholars of Woke Dei. While the Sisters of Erudite Nox were considered the clergy, and so not subject to the schooling system of the Woke Dei, young boys were almost never adopted by the nunneries, and so he, Henry, was just a common citizen. Despite his brilliance of many lifetimes, he had to go through a repressive, factory-like schooling system.
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Alice stroked his hair. "You're such a bright boy, Henry," Alice cooed. "My bright and beautiful boy. You just have to be strong, just a bit longer. What did you daydream about in class?"
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Alice was Henry's favorite of the Sisters of Erudite Nox. They were the holiest women in Metegian, even among the priestesses of Inanna-Gaea-Mary. The Sisters had been blessed with one of the rarest gifts of the goddess — the gifts of all three of her Aspects. The Blue of Inanna, Queen of Heaven; the Green of Gaea, Midwife of Earth; the Red of Mary, Mother of Blood. Together, when the lights of red, green, and blue came together, they made the White of the Goddess.
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"I was thinking about time again," Henry said. He liked Alice's questions. They were never too hard for him to answer. He was preparing to enter a long speech when Alice groaned, cutting him off.
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Normal women, and indeed most of the clergy, could only channel the White of the Goddess rarely, after childbirth. But the Sisters of Erudite Nox were so blessed that their breasts were always engorged with Her White as part of their holy burden. The White of the Goddess was prized by mages as a powerful potion to restore their strength, but even they could only sell so much of it, to the point where it hurt them to carry the excess. For that reason Henry had been raised on the excess ever since he had been found, and it had made him a very powerful wizard, beyond on his knowledge.
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"I'm so sorry, Henry. It seems I… I failed to channel enough this morning. Would you care to… help me?"
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"It's the least I can do for you, Sister Alice. After all you've done for me."
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Sister Alice pulled up her tunic, revealing her breasts. They were engorged and veiny, blue and green tapering to a perky red point. Henry knew she must be hurting from channeling so much of the Goddess's power, and his heart yearned to relieve her. So he contented himself with silently relieving Alice's burdens — though she emitted great cries of relief — and thought over his day's revelation:
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The Ivory Tower of Woke Dei, fundamentally, was holding back the true potential of magic; that, he had always known. They taught that all magic came from the goddess, and from his place at Sister Alice's side, he certainly understood why the primitive codifiers of magic might have believed that. But all the magic of the Goddess, the only magic that the Ivory Tower taught, was magic of creation, which had been integrated into all of society's infrastructure. Magic with the power to destroy — that was the domain of renegades and exiles and criminals. Anti-Magic, the evil opposite of creation magic, came from the Scarlet King.
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That was the lie.
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The magic of Metegian was rooted in quantum chromodynamics. Magic, clearly, worked by manipulating the world on the quantum level using the power of thought — an ability of all humans — but with coordinated probabilistic macroscopic manifestations through ritualism. Metaphorically, it was like sending requests to an online storefront. You asked the storefront — magic — what to do using search terms and money — incantations and mana— and it responded by sending you a product — the results of your spell.
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Sister Alice's breath grew faster and faster. She caressed him closer and pulled her tunic out of the way so she could meet his eyes. Even as their eyes met, thoughts raced through his head.
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The Ivory Tower of Woke Dei was emasculating the population by preventing them from accessing half of the store — the dominating and masculine magic of the Scarlet King. It was like restricting the free market and stifling innovation. In fact, the schooling system was meant to stamp out curiosity and completely remove even the possibility of imagining how to access the Scarlet King's Anti-Magic.
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But Henry had a very good guess. Henry knew from quantum physics that if matter went backwards in time, it became antimatter. If antimatter and normal matter met, they annihilated in a spectacular and destructive burst of energy. Therefore, the Anti-Magic of the Scarlet King was nothing more than the creation magic of the Goddess, but sent backwards in time — a message from the future trying to reach the distant past.
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The White of the Goddess flowed freely from Sister Alice into Henry's mouth. He could feel the Goddess's mana flowing into his body and through his soul. Her holy power streamed into him as Sister Alice made great moans of relief. His body felt warm, and still harder and harder he accepted her gift. There was something there, wasn't there? The Scarlet King's power was the same as Inanna-Gaea-Mary's but from the future into the past. A reversal of the arrow of time. He was so close. He was so, so close.
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Sister Alice let out a scream that suddenly hung in the air. Henry realized he had entered a trance. A great relief hung over him. It was as if time was standing still. And he remembered a gift from his previous life.
From The Navigator's Handbook, Delta-T internal publication
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"Altered Origin"
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"Altered Origin" is a common problem for time travelers and multiverse travelers (further abbreviated travelers for brevity). The travelers' instruments often contain some navigation or coordinate system. They arrive at a place that their instruments tell them share the coordinates of their home multitemporalocale with reasonable variation. However, their supposed home is radically different from what they remember. How does the traveler distinguish between an ongoing CK-Class Restructuring scenario, butterfly effects from their own actions, non-anomalous transformations of society, or instrument error?
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The nature of worship, religion, and godhood cannot be used as reliable tentpoles for multiversal and temporal navigation or as proof of an active CK-Class Restructuring Scenario or HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario (as opposed to having been passively affected by the butterfly effect from actions in the distant past). In short, human belief is fragile, and human society shifts in accordance.
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Deific Entities, Apex Tier Pluripotent Entities
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The question of what makes a "god" remains a matter of debate among Foundation theologians, as the boundaries between a god, a reality warper, and other entities such as an egregore are liquid and culturally dependent. For example, the Irish Saint Brigid of Kildare shares a beyond coincidental number of traits and domains with the pagan goddess Brigid. The shifting status and presentation of the gods is not proof that some outside force has elevated or reduced them. The presence of "the gods" in daily life should only be viewed as proof of an adversely altered timeline if there is evidence of an ongoing HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario.
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Multiversal Entities
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The "Scarlet King"
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Across domain of all possibility, the Scarlet King's recorded forms have included:
All of these are the Scarlet King. They may even be the same Scarlet King. Therefore, travelers commonly mistakenly assume that an unfamiliar manifestation of the Scarlet King is evidence that they are in a different timeline.
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This is not so. The Scarlet King is an idea and a god and a pattern, but it is also multiversal in a way that other gods are not. One form of a multiversal entity in a timeline does not preclude alternate manifestations of that multiversal force in the same timeline.
Some fixations arise from deep within the human psyche. The most infamous manifestations of these fixations are the various fetish objects classed as SCP-597. Across the multiverse, SCP-597 most often manifests as a blob of flesh with thousands of teats, heavily associated with the psychological and conceptual perception of "motherhood".
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It is unknown if the various objects classed as SCP-597 are the same anomaly. However, a statistical analysis has shown a significant likelihood that SCP-597 is intrinsically tied to the conceptual matrix of motherhood. In universes with less historical misogyny i.e. those ruled by the matriarchal Daeva, SCP-597 analogues possess greater agency and many instances are fully sentient. Yet in most universes where the predominant society descends from Mesopotamian agriculture, SCP-597 is an unthinking lump of flesh.
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The presence or popular knowledge of an entity like SCP-597 does not suggest a total alteration of reality, but could merely suggest a containment failure on part of the local normalcy enforcement organization. A different form of SCP-597 might also suggest that attitudes towards mothers in society have shifted. In situ observation can support or disprove this possibility.
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Then: the evidence is highly in favor that reality is being actively modified by an ontokinetic and its psychological hangups, but that the multiverse's natural ontological inertia is resisting highly drastic changes, allowing influence of multiversal entities upon the affected timeline.
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SCP-8008-2.72: "The Schema of Syllogism, Chapter 65: For Love of Magic"
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Chapter 65:
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The villainous mafia known as DeiT (pronounced "Deity") was an atheist cult. They hated magic and society, and so would use Anti-Magic to destroy vital infrastructure like toll roads and also kill people. That was the party line of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei, and the masses ate it all up now that DeiT had announced that they would stop at nothing to topple the Ivory Tower and everything it stood for.
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This was not enough to stop the Ivory Tower from holding its annual graduation ceremony. They were obsessed with signaling their power, which infuriated Henry. Of course they would place their best and brightest's lives on the line, just to prove that they didn't care. But if there was even a thousandths of a thousandths chance that something bad would happen, costing them an entire generation of the most brilliant young minds to grace the world, then holding a public event as a taunt was a terrible idea.
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They would regret giving him the chance to speak, even though it was his right as top of the class. Never mind that the real challenge hadn't been doing well in the sanitized classes of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei, but making sure that his true experiments never got him noticed and exiled — or worse, expelled.
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His longtime rival, Ilse Reynders, scowled at him. She was the kind of girl to get 16 degrees of higher learning just to have more letters after her name. He could respect that kind of discipline to some extent, but it also struck him as arduously pointless. His was a mind that idled until it sprinted; it was far better to think well and be sharp than to study simply for the sake of credentials. And his method had paid off. He was at the top of class, despite spending so much time slacking off and thinking, while she was at a distant second.
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She was too loyal to her coursework, too willing to believe the teachings of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei. The Ivory Tower told obvious lies like "men and women are magically equivalent". Henry knew that was untrue simply from the gifts that Sister Alice granted him daily — women, obviously, were able to channel the power of the Goddess in a way that men were not. But the grand design of Woke Dei was to make unquestioning drones, not curious thinkers.
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A terrible thing happened to zealots, Henry tended to feel. It was easy to be sucked into patterns of thought and behavior that became dogma and then truth, increasing spirals of incorrectitude that became utterly unassailable. This was how all cults, political parties, and well-meaning movements worked. They started off as something reasonable, with practical goals — prevent the destruction of society from the Scarlet King's Anti-Magic, in the case of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei, but slowly, along the line, that original goal got corrupted. Eventually, the practical goal of preventing the destruction of society was lost, and now the Ivory Tower was more concerned with maintaining the perception that it was useful and enforcing purity tests on everyone who wished to engage with it on a practical level of society.
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The ceremony dragged on, all of the professors saying the usual expected things — generic well wishes for students, and the usual lies about how each and every one of them had changed their lives — until it was finally Henry's turn to speak. Finally, he could set his fellow students free. Finally, he could start to change the world. Finally, he could start fighting the Ivory Tower.
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There was an explosion.
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From the smoke, a slender woman appeared. Though she was lithe, she was also quite shapely, and though she glared at him with murderous intent in her eyes, Henry couldn't help but appreciate her great beauty.
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"A DeiT agent!" Ilse cried. "Everyone, run!"
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"God, Reynders, what has he done to you?" said the DeiT agent. "It's me. Penelope. Penelope Panagiotopolous. 'Pataphysics."
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"Get away from me!" cried Ilse girlishly.
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"Jesus Christ," said Penelope. "So he's sunk his claws into you, hasn't he."
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If Henry had one flaw, it would have been that he thought too much, but he viewed it as a necessary part of experiencing life to the fullest. He could dwell for hours to years on the exact nuances of a social interaction, deciphering exactly what everyone meant with the slightest turn of a phrase, the precise connotation conveyed by a microexpression and the delay of a release of breath. He had the advantage of a unique and singular power of time, which let him focus on these moments until he knew for certain what other people were thinking or doing at any given moment. With all of this time, he could achieve omniscience. Certitude. Through this repetitive and cyclic meditation, the contents of his mind had become far beyond the comprehension of any lesser beings.
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"What awfully convenient timing," Henry said. "Right as I'm about to speak, a DeiT agent appears. And, right in the heart of the Ivory Tower, the base of your supposed enemy… It's clear what's going on. You've been in the employ of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei all along. I should've known — even from the names. Woke Dei, DeiT… it's so obvious in retrospect."
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"What the fuck? No, you're just delusional," said the woman. "You really made up a group just to oppress you and now think anyone else who thinks you're a fucking psychopath is acting on their behest. This has to end."
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"The only one with a fucked up worldview is you," Henry said. "It's nothing personal, kid."
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The magic of the Goddess was known as "creation" magic. The anti-magic of the Scarlet King was also known as "destruction" magic, because it permanently erased matter from reality, the greatest of taboos. Of course, Henry knew about Einstein's famous equation, E=mc2: Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared. Energy and matter were equivalent. All the Scarlet King's "destruction" magic did was convert solid matter into pure, wild energy — another way that the teachings of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei were utterly and totally wrong.
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Nevertheless, due to the hegemony of the Ivory Tower, all combat magic was focused primarily on creating projectiles using mana — water and wind from the blue mana of Inanna, plant life from the green mana of Gaea, and animal parts from the red mana of Mary. Most people could only use one type of mana well, but Henry was an exception. Due to being raised on the White of the Goddess, he was a master of all three mana colors, which gave him an unmatched edge in combat by letting him use all the spells of the Goddess.
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"Mary's Red: Lambce of God!" he shouted. An array of pikes, each of which had a bleating sheep's head on the tip, appeared before him in the air, before darting their way towards the DeiT agent.
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But the DeiT agent had vanished. Harry felt a tiny pinprick of light on his skin and cast Inanna's Blue: Great Ice Wall to direct the incoming laser beam skyward. It blasted through the walls of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei. Wreckage rained down, and the other students scrambled to safety.
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"We've been watching you. I absolutely refuse to keep living in a reality that's a shitty sciencewank fanfiction with the original property absolutely sanitized, Harry James—"
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"The only one twisting this world is you, by wielding that destruction magic — child of the Scarlet King."
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He was counting on the fundamental attribution error — that everyone would think the laser weapon Penelope Panagiotopolous had used was the anti-magic of the Scarlet King instead of a light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation, and so turn the crowd against her.
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"The Scarlet King. I still can't believe that multiversal constant managed to leak its way into this delusion."
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But Henry had said the magic words. Now the students had their resolve hardened, and they were willing to stand and fight.
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"Dramatic final stands always do well," said Penelope Panagiotopolous. "But bad fanfic always uses conservation of ninjutsu to raise the stakes."
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She pulled out another laser rifle and started blasting, her breasts jiggling ever so slightly with the recoil of each shot. Henry cursed under his breath as his fellow graduates started dropping like flies. Laser weapons were outside context problems. They weren't like the Anti-Magic of the Scarlet King, so the magical shields his fellow students were raising were worthless. The Native Americans of his old world had no way to deal with the Europeans from across the sea, relying on their own verbal forms of diplomacy and bow and arrow against invaders with gunpowder and lawyers. This was just like that.
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"Gaea's Green: Fairy Tale Thicket!" he shouted, and an old growth forest erupted, sweeping all of his classmates to the walls of the Ivory Tower, to safety. Now it was just him and Penelope Panagiotopolous.
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"Getting me alone, you sick bastard?"
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She lobbed some hand grenades his way, and he sniped them out of the air with Inanna's Blue: Wind Arrows. He tried to tie her down with Gaea's Green: Root of All Evil, but she deftly flipped through the air, her lithe and slender figure beautiful in silhouette. From above, she dropped poison gas grenades, which he easily contained with Inanna's Blue: Vortex; she avoided being caught in the field by using a grappling hook to the nearest wall. She pulled out gadget after gadget, contraption after contraption, and he used a spell to counter each one. It was clear they were at a standstill.
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It was clear that she had an almost unlimited arsenal of bizarre science fiction weaponry, which he hungered to examine, and she would be able to hold him off in a war of attrition.
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There was no more time to waste. He activated his time trance.16
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The world stood still.
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Penelope Panagiotopolous had seen it coming — her face was locked in a rictus of terror.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]
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Henry had access to all the magic of the Goddess, and he had long theorized that the magic of the Scarlet King was the time-reversal of her powers. The Goddess's power included spells like healing through the laying on of hands.
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He laid his hands on the DeiT agent and began the spell, and then he twisted his time trance to not only slow time, but reverse it. He had never tested this power on a living being before, and so instead he expected the DeiT agent to simply decay.
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She began glowing with the light of a quasar until she exploded in a spectacular burst of antimatter annihilation, as the antimana of the Scarlet King annihilated the mana of the Goddess that made up her body.
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He was blown back by the force, though he directed it most of it skyward at the last second with Gaea's Green: Parabowlic.
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He collapsed to the floor, spent. He would need to return to Sister Alice and restore his mana.
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A shadow fell over him. He looked up, expecting to be congratulated for saving the Ivory Tower, but instead felt the cold steel of handcuffs around his wrists.
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"Henry John Smith Glas. Under the authority of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei, you are under arrest for murder, destruction of property, and the use of Anti-Magic."
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From Site-120's Archives: Level 5 Documentation
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Author and provenance unknown.
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A trend that has proven true time and time again is that a reality warper is constrained only by their own mind — and so through education we can chain them.
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UV lamps.
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Class-III Reality Benders have violet ocular emissions — purple eyes when they use their powers. A most poetic visual. "Science" tells us the cause is "humic bleed resulting in redshifting of ambient ultraviolet frequencies." This is a spurious explanation for multiple reasons; however, because we say this is true, it becomes true. This is as close to empirically proven as facts about ontokinesis can get, in stark contrast with the traditional folklorish explanation: those who can bend the world bear a tiny fragment of the shattered soul of the Good Faerie Queen, and the glowing eyes are the touch of Mab's Madness — an infection of the good soul with the poison of her Evil Twin.
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Scientifically-literate reality warpers who have read this explanation about humic bleed reduce the effectiveness of germicidal ultraviolet lamps by 3% when they use their powers. Reality warpers who have not read this explanation, or otherwise do not understand it, do not affect the time it takes for a UV lamp to kill 99.99% of all bacteria — and go mad almost five times as often as their scientifically literate peers.
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If a reality warper challenges you to a game, do not accept. They will show you a fair coin, but once it flies through the air both its sides will be heads. They'll show you a dice with six sides and roll one with twenty. They align the world to the one they believe in, no matter how contradictory it might be.
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This is why Site-120 of the Foundation adopted a policy of recruit-and-assimilate regarding Reality Benders in Eastern Europe, and why the Coalition deployed its own Type Greens in the ill-fated Ichabod Campaign. Tell a god that it is but a man for long enough, and it shall play by your rules until death.
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Woe betide you when a god walks free.
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SCP-8008-2.305: "The Schema of Syllogism", Unsorted Excerpts — Full Text pending
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Chapter 85:
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"The presumption that the Scarlet King is evil is a flawed one. Absolute good and absolute evil do not exist. If I exterminate a deadly disease, I might think it is good, but that disease might have conferred a survival advantage on its sufferers.
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Of course there are primitive cultural vestiges that must be cast away in the transition to a civilized society.
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If the Goddess didn't want me to use this power, she would have struck me down for it long before now.
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Yes. I swear that I shall serve Metegian Society until the end of this world."
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And with those closing words, he knew that the power of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei would be broken forever.
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Everyone clapped.
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Chapter 140:
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With Henry John Smith Glas at the helm of one of the Empirical Institute, the first great think tank of Metegian, the crippling regulations of the Ivory Tower of Woke Dei were expediently reversed, one by one. Metegian civilization finally left its long ice age of stagnation.
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With the new availability of the Scarlet King's magic, business and industry underwent major revolutions. Industries like construction, transport, and sanitation were revolutionized by the "Reverse-Magic" of the Scarlet King, as Henry thought the words "Anti-Magic" had too many unfortunate implications. With great productivity came great wealth, and society became an engine of progress. Crime increased slightly, but the Empirical Institute had a solution for all of that pent up masculine rage:
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The untamed frontier was soon conquered. The primitives there had no chance against the newly refined Reverse-Magic of the Empirical Institute, and soon they were integrated into the new Metegian civilization. Civilization ruled the world.
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Chapter 246:
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"Save her! You must save her!" Sister Alice cried in tears, as Ilse's breath grew ragged, the light in her eyes fading, as she lost the breath to even scream.
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"I— I— "
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Time slowed down for Henry, a million years passing in the blink of an eye.
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"You were always so brilliant. You always knew exactly what to do. Exactly what to say. So why. Why couldn't you do this?" Alice spat. There was no trace left of her once unbounded kindness.
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As brilliant as he was, so much of his knowledge was from his first life. And in that life, he simply had never had cause to care about childbirth and women's issues.
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It was no matter; he could not save her, but she had given him a son. That much made her sacrifice worthy.
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He picked up his son from the blood and viscera. The boy reminded him of himself.
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"Please, Alice. Take care of him," he said. All of this grisly horror and failure had disheartened him. He handed the child to Sister Alice.
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The baby let out a loud wail. He had turned away to avoid facing it, so he did not see Sister Alice's face twist in disgust. She glared down at the child.
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"He looks like you," she said. It would only be natural, of course. The child was his son. Because genetics, it made perfect sense for children to look like their parents.
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"Exactly like you. The color of the eyes. The wrinkles on the brow. The facial hair."
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Henry turned backwards. Alice had drawn a gun and was holding it to his son's head.
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"I remember, you monster," Sister Alice said. "What you've been doing all this time."
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Time stood still. He walked up to Alice, who remained completely and utterly frozen. He would miss her, but she had gone truly and irretrievably mad.
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See you in the next life, he thought as he cast Scarlet Magic: Reverse on her molecules.
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And then the world went white.
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SCP-8008-3: "Biology"
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Files associated with SCP-8008-3 originate from the "middle" of time "within" SCP-8008.
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The physical and biological descriptions of human beings in pre- and post- SCP-8008-3 files have significant differences.
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SCP-8008-3.572: Goblin Reaper, Chapter 209: "Dawn of the Final Battle"
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Armor of the Golden General.
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Society was under siege from the Goblin Horde, and the Golden General17 was the best hope for preventing the fall of human civilization to the forces of primitive barbarity. He surveyed his soldiers. The best and brightest warriors of a generation, sick and tired of the Capitol's appeasement and calls for peace, ready to strike out on their own to make the hard decisions necessary for survival.
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The Goblin Horde lingered just over the horizon. It was those few dark moments before dawn, and the Golden General knew this would be the day of the final battle.
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"Gentlemen. Soldiers. Men of honor," said the Golden General. "Today, we go to the biggest, most important fight of our generation. Today, we become legends."
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No one knew where the goblins had come from. A few decades ago, they had simply appeared as if from a hole in the ground. While they had seemed benign at first, settling in inhospitable lands, soon they revealed themselves to be monstrous creatures:
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In his prior life, he had once played a game called "Starcraft" with a race known as the Zerg. They were a nonsentient insect species, fast breeders which mutated at high rates and spread like wildfire through the cosmos, consuming everything in their wake. The goblins were like that. They worked together in perfect harmony. Their sick and dying would gladly work themselves to death, and the survivors would consume their corpses for sustenance. They didn't care for preserving natural resources and treated other living beings, including elves and humans, like raw material. Although they were capable of mimicking the civilized races, they were vermin that had to be exterminated, for if they were not, they would consume all the resources of the world and use it to propagate their own kind.
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What was worse, some of the humans had turned traitor. The Goblin Horde was an alliance between the Goblins, and the Horde, a tribe of warlike horse archers who hated society so much that they would rather ally with the goblins than their fellow man.
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Most people were like non-player characters from a video game. They went through life following the patterns that had been programmed into them by society. It was easy to get the responses you wanted out of people if you knew the flags for their behaviors.
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"The cowards in the Capitol think coexistence with the Goblin Horde is possible. Out here, we know the truth. They come into our cities and our homes with their civil words and cries for coexistence, but once they're here, what do they do?"
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His soldiers, all clad in gleaming silvery armor, stood at rapt, murderous attention.
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"They see the wealth of our cities and lie their way in, and once there the mask comes off and they show themselves as the savage beasts they truly are. They import their crimes and their alien ways, they corrupt our youth, and what's worse, they breed and spread so rapidly that in just a few decades, our way of life will be extinct! And what do we say to that!"
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"Never!" the soldiers cried. Their lust for blood had been fully stirred.
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Humans were simply genetically disadvantaged. They were tied to estrus, and so the female half of the species was only in heat a few times a year.18 Breeding season, as it was called, triggered annually the battle of the sexes. In the old days, men were able to control their urges, but in the hyperstimulation of the new age, where goblin vendors hawked pheromonal perfumes to make their products irresistible, men became insatiable monsters. A pointless, wasteful lust, for outside of the cycles of estrus, women were infertile. Thus the eternal battle of the sexes raged on.
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The goblins knew this, so they sold pheromone-laced products in human cities, taunting the men and destabilizing human society from within. Some men became homo-sexuals to cope, but that was only a solution on the individual level, and would lead to the extinction of the human race.
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The elves of course fared little better. They were a long-lived race, so they reproduced on century scales, and so they were all slowly dying.
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Even on top of that, rich and intelligent humans and elves were able to delay reproduction. It was inevitable that those who were desperate, who needed more hands to work the farms and store tills, would see more value in more children than those who had wealth and wished to concentrate the power of their families in one place. It was the luxury of long term planning. And just as the poor would replace the rich and the stupid replace the smart, so too would the goblins replace humanity and the elves.
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He would not let that happen. He alone would lead the human race through the thin needle of time into its glorious future. Even if he had to father it himself.
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"Today, we end Goblinkind!" he shouted. "Today, we save man's future!"
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ETHCOM guideline 13017045: Guidelines for Species-Wide Genetic Modification
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Reproductive strategies: K vs r
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In the field of ecology, there exists the concept of r/K selection. Without delving into technical details, the evolutionary survival strategies of species can be broadly divided into r-selecting or k-selecting. r-selecting species survive by producing many offspring, each one of which has a low chance of surviving to adulthood, but in aggregate are likely to have at least a few individuals survive. K-selecting species have few offspring and invest substantial resources into ensuring those individual offspring survive to adulthood.
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r/K selection is generally not accepted in literature as applicable within the human species. The idea that different countries and cultures within the human species have different socioeconomic outcomes because of r/K selection has been debunked as scientific racism akin to phrenology. Despite this, it is common for amateur anomalous social engineers19 to view r/K selection and other forms of scientific racism as viable paradigms or blueprints for their experiments.
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SCP-752-1 is an attempt to genetically engineer a "perfect" form of humanity by an organization of 19th century scientists and philosophers calling themselves 'Eudaimon'. The subspecies was designed to be cooperative, having almost no competitive instinct, to the extent where populations in the millions could be sustained with 19th-century technology — in essence, SCP-752-1 was designed to have the reproductive rate of r-strategists and the individual investment of K-strategists. In facilitating this survival, the society developed by SCP-752-1 had no cannibalism taboo and a utilitarian approach to overwork and reproduction.
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Any design of a perfected humanity requires a normative judgment of what "perfect" means, in the context of human beings. The Foundation's mandate is to determine and enforce "normal", and even that is a topic of ongoing debate. The Foundation cannot become an authority on what is to be considered perfect.
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Acceptable Circumstances for Alteration
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Even lesser well-meaning intentioned alterations can have severe ethical ramifications: SCP-3031 is a neural symbiote that is integral to the current baseline strain of humanity. It is hypothesized to have been created to ensure the survival of the human species beyond unspecified K-Class apocalyptic events in 2400 A.D. by a Foundation analogue. Its primary purpose is to amplify signals associated with fear within the human brain, including paranoia or fear against non-existent threats. Additionally, it incentivizes creativity as a defense mechanism against nonexistent threats.
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In attempting to preserve the survival of humanity, a Foundation analogue significantly magnified the human capacity for racism and other bigotries, the susceptibility of human minds to memetic effects, and the risk of self-inflicted nuclear annihilation.
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Genetic modification of humanity, temporal or otherwise, is an absolute last resort.
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SCP-8008-3.575: Recovered writings of Möngke Khan
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I am Möngke, grandson of Temujin.20 I have journeyed over one thousand years from my grandfather's death, and over nine hundred from when his loyal soldiers came to me at Diaoyu Fortress and called me to honor his memory and join in the forever war. I have fought here ever since my failure at Diaoyu, and once my people are free to journey even further I shall return to my death.
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They told me they sought to honor the Great Khan's last wish — that of an unmarked grave — and would do so by delving ever deeper into the future until he had been forgotten by the winds of time. They had come to a world torn by war, a world with no true history, and thought perhaps that this might be his proper resting spot — until they were beset upon by the Mad God.
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The Mad God. The Golden General. The Shifter. The Secret King. The Time Pervert. Known by many names, he had constructed an entire false world. This place and its history were entirely false, beyond even the illusion of Maya. It was not a proper resting place for the Great Khan.
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And so they had fought to destroy him, and been utterly crushed underfoot, either to be slain or used as puppets in his endless game alongside the rest of mankind—
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The Foundation woke us from the nightmare. This was a war fought within time, and they had built a fortress beyond his reach.
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It has always been the Mongol way to use the talents of those we conquer. There is no shame in embracing a superior weapon. There is no shame in allying with a superior power. Those who we spared knew that well. It has been humbling to learn this lesson myself. It is preferable to dying at the hands of a Mad God.
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We could dip into and out of his illusions, though only sparsely. My forces had sought to understand this "Goblinkind", determine if it was truly a threat to this false world, only to be disappointed in our entirety. They were puppets under the control of a distant puppetmaster. They followed clear, repeatable patterns and rules. In our conquests, the unpredictability of the conquered had been a source of refreshing intrigue — but here there was no true menace.
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So we armed them, gave them weapons they would never forge themselves, and set them on a path to collide with the Mad God.
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I watched the fruit of my plans from a cliff overlooking the field of battle, where the Golden General led his forces to clash against the goblins. Another was with me — the scholar Montauk, who had been sucked into this world of nightmare upon trying to hear the howling upon the winds from the distant past.
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"Do you ever feel like a coward, watching from up here instead of going down there? If I remember my history, you were hardly one to shirk from battle," said the scholar Montauk.
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"I have fled a thousand years from my inevitable death," said I. "When I have done my duty, I shall go to die in my place. This is part of my duty."
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The Golden General met the goblins head first. He swung his ridiculous, oversized sword and hit 5 goblins at once. The weapon was blunt; they did not bleed but were flung through the air.
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"You and I have seen true brutality. Bloody war. The concrete that chains it. The howling that follows," said Montauk. "You and I, we understand it. But does he?"
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"Surely he does."
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"Have you seen the letters that he sends to his imagined Capitol?"
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"I have. I did not care for them."
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Now the rest of his army had met the goblin horde. The goblins were far more numerous — at least five for every soldier — and it was beyond obvious that the forces of the Golden General would be overwhelmed. Still, they fought on — and though many soldiers fell, it was clear that the Golden General stood unscathed. Proof of his "godhood".
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"You are a man of two worlds, more than I. The blood of the battlefield, the concrete of the royal court," said the scholar Montauk. "Which are his thoughts?"
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"Concrete," said I. "He speaks like a sophist of the court. He gives reasons in multitude, interlocking with each other so that they might be an unassailable wall."
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"And with that logic and reasons he justifies a primal hatred," said the scholar Montauk. "That's all his sophistry comes to. That primal race hatred, transposed onto 'goblins'. Whatever they are, whoever they might be in the real world outside of this delusion, they're acceptable targets when on his puppet strings. The rules of this world that he has constructed make it acceptable to kill him. Does that seem like the concrete to you?"
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"Through concrete, he calls for blood. And so it is the howling."
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"Perhaps," said the scholar Montauk. "He's rather obsessed with the idea of progeny. Perhaps it's only blood after all."
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The Golden General's forces had almost been completely overwhelmed, buried under a sea of writhing goblin bodies, yet still he fought on. His armor gleamed as the sun rose. He pulled off his helmet, exposing the sweat of his brow, and raised his sword to catch the gleam of the sky. It was bad tactics, frankly, to fight by charging into the sunrise. I suppose there was an aesthetic appeal to it.
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A new day.
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"'What is he but the cry for a forgotten age?'" said the scholar Montauk. "That's all this tawdry fantasy amounts to. The lost era when being good at killing made you a great man. I am no stranger to the lust for blood, justified through scientific objectivity, but this is baser. The delusions of a world where murderous strength led to reproductive success. The world your grandfather knew."
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"I will never understand you future men," I said. "I much prefer the comforts of my palace to that of the war camp."
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"Easy to say for a man with four wives."
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The Golden General opened his mouth as if to give a speech. I drew my bow and shot him in the head.
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"Möngke."
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"I do not wish to hear more of these words."
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"I don't either. He knows we're here now."
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"My aim is true. He will not last the hour."
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We watched him collapse upon that field, his blood spilling below him as goblins tore off his chestplate and began stabbing at his flesh.
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"What do you think shall happen, once he is ended? Will we continue on as we are, or shall we be restored to our proper times as if this had never occurred?"
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There was a flash of purple light from the Golden General. The goblins stabbing at him fell still. His power had activated, now that his fantasy had been shattered, and the world began to change. He would survive this, as he had a thousand times before.
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"Question for another time," said the scholar Montauk.
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I apologize, honorary Khan Reynders, for my insolence in slaying him. In my defense, the "SCP-001" file you showed me when I first arrived stated that we were to "kill the fucker", though the honor rightfully belongs to you.
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And for that reason, honorary Khan Reynders, Administrator of the Foundation, defender of the righteous future, we beseech you for your blessing in the extermination of this foul and wretched man for good. You, who has mastered the flow of time and carved an island of survival in this wretched maelstrom we cannot navigate. He must end. It is beyond my power to do so, but he must end.
To preserve continuity between CK-Class Restructuring Scenarios, the Foundation Deepwell Network contains qualitative and genetic information on all known species. HANAZONO.AIC requested information on the alterations to humanity post-SCP-8008.
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DEEPWELL report: Homo sapiens antiquus centesimus
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Output
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Base Species
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Homo sapiens sapiens
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Anomaly Code
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SCP-8008
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Additional notes: The prior iterations of humanity have been deemed irrelevant to this investigation.
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For record-keeping purposes, this prior instance has been labeled Homo sapiens antiquus centesimus.
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H. sapiens antiquus centesimus is humanity prior to direct and brute-force evolutionary tampering on the part of SCP-8008-B. Investigators are cautioned that the features of H. sapiens antiquus centesiums may appear more similar to relatives of human beings in the animal kingdom.
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The following features were present in H. sapiens antiquus centesiums. A brief speculation of the effects of some of the features is included:
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Estrus cycles in all female primates, including reflexive lordosis and cyclical engorgement of the breasts;
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Baculum in human assigned-male-at-birth individuals;
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Average adult lifespan of 60 years, with the ability to produce offspring until death;
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Complete loss of neotenous features (i.e. childlike features retained into adulthood) by 10 years of age;
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Start of a two-year puberty at roughly 8 years of age;
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Prevalent female hirsutism.
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SCP-8008-4: "Want"
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SCP-8008-4.01: "I was Reborn in Another World and my Cheat Skill is an Overpowered Time Stop?!?", Chapter 1
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The following is the oldest-dated recovered document so far, as its datetime metadata still follows standard UNIX time conventions.
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It appears to depict SCP-8008-B's awakening of Type Green ontokinetic abilities from his own perspective, and may be the first iteration of the SCP-8008 internal loop.
I was enjoying some fine culture in the privacy of my own home in front of my computer. This is the kind of fine culture that is 18+, so I will not describe it much further. Suddenly, I realized that time had stopped moving. What? I thought to myself that this was quite a conundrum. I waited, perhaps, for time to start moving again — but the smiling face of the AV star flickered on my screen as time jumped — two seconds forward, then back two seconds to do it all again, forever and ever…
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I could describe the endless cycles of eternity I suffered through, and the boredom and genius ideas I came up with. I wondered if I was dead, and if this was my punishment. However, I realized I could think, and therefore the power of my mind was absolute. I realized that it was my mind that was creating the perception that I was trapped in these two endless seconds. And then, I realized that if this was my "perception", it was also my "reality." If my mind was so powerful to create this "reality" for me, I could create another "reality."
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After ten million years of waiting, I thought, "What if I stood up," and I was able to stand up. That is how I broke free. I thought I wanted to move, and so I did. There was no megami but the woman on the screen before me.
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But the world looked nothing like it had when I had begun. My beloved apartment was now in the middle of vast, green rolling plains.23
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It is as if I died and was reincarnated in a new world.
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This is how I awakened my "cheat skill." As a reincarnator to this world, I have mastery of the power of "time stop", which lets me slow down my perception of time to the point where it seems I can come up with any plans instantly. Using the power of infinite time, I can rearrange the world in what seems like instantly to anyone outside of my "time stop", although I have no other special powers.24 Although there is an activation condition, I can do it on command, due to my mastery of kegel exercises.
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Related Anomalous Phemonenon: SCP-6969
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NOTICE: The following is excerpted from a file believed to originate from a non-baseline iteration of the Foundation. Differences from current documentation have been written in red. For up-to-date information, see the current iteration of the file.
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"approximately 0.006% of the human population"
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"a human being"
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"one factor: the activity of the nervous system"
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"two factors: one, the activity of the nervous system, and two, sperm's genetic composition (where applicable).25"
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-6969 is the designation for a thaumaturgic biological process which occurs during ejaculation.
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When approximately 0.006% of the human population attempts to discharge — whether during the process of intercourse or, more commonly, not — a series of internal thaumaturgic processes occur within the individual's genitalia, affecting the entire body. Over the duration of approximately two seconds, the affected subject will enter and experience a causal time loop, repeatedly beginning at the moment of ejaculation and lasting a short period of time. No changes to the subject's physiology are preserved between time loops, save for one factor: the activity of the nervous system.
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Upon conclusion of an unknown number of repetitions, the causal time loop ceases, and a secondary thaumaturgic effect activates. The secondary effect resets the nervous system to the state it was when the time loop began, allowing for the seamless transition between pre- and post-orgasm states by resetting memory. Following this, anomalous activity relating to SCP-6969 ceases.
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Research suggests that affected subjects may experience a subjective time of anywhere from sixteen days to roughly seventy-three quintillion years every ejaculation.
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SCP-8008-4.02: "I was Reborn in Another World and my Cheat Skill is an Overpowered Time Stop?!?", Chapter 2
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These are my first steps in another world.
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I see black smoke in the distance. I walk towards it, but I hear screams, so I start running. Suddenly, I'm out of breath. I need a break. In my previous life, I was a computer programmer. Then I realize, what if I use my cheat skill to slow down time, so I can walk there comfortably but arrive quickly? So I take off my pants and activate my cheat skill.
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When I arrive, a group of bandits are assaulting the townspeople. They are the usual sort of fantasy bandits, as they are ugly and dirty and wear stained brown leather.
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"Another one," says the bandit leader. "Where did you come from? Well, you look too old to reeducate, so we will kill you."
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The bandits approach me. Many of them point sharp swords at me. They are human. But there is one dog man and two cat girls, who are unarmed. The dog man lunges at me.
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I activate my cheat skill. I take all the swords from their hands, and put them in a pile. Then, I break the dog man's neck, as his teeth are sharp and I cannot disarm him. I don't hurt the cat girls since they are hanging back. They are cute, too.
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The bandit leader seems surprised at what I have done.
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"I will give you a chance," I say. "Leave these good people be, and I will let you live. Otherwise, if you face me, you will perish."
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"No! Thaddeus!" says one of the cat girls.
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"Silence, slave!" says one of the bandits. She immediately falls silent, choking on her tongue.
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I crack my knuckles.
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"I was going to let you live, but I see now you are a slaver. Those who would impinge upon the inherent liberty of others do not deserve to live."
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I activate my cheat skill and kill them all.
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"What have you done?" says the same cat girl once she sees. She yowls in despair.
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"I freed you, did I not? You're welcome."
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She pulls down her blouse to reveal a collar around her neck.
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"This is a Bostrom Alignment Collar, created by the dark wizard Nakamoto Bostrom. It removes the ability of the wearer to conceive of actions against the interests of their master, nya. It was originally created to prevent golems from rising up and destroying humanity, but now humans have used it to enslave all the other races of the world!"
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A Bostrom Alignment Collar.
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"But the slaver is dead," I say. "Doesn't that mean you are free?"
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"Unfortunately, the Alignment Collars were forged by Blocked Chain enchantments. Even with the death of m… master, I cannot act against his wishes in life, nya… The only way I can be free now is if someone does the impossible and breaks the Blocked Chain. Otherwise, the Collars will Burn us, and then we will die…"
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"May I see it?" I ask.
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"If you try to take it off of me, I will be Burned, nya. I can't imagine you will be able to do anything. The Blocked Chain was enchanted by inscrutable and powerful lost magics — forbidden powers called calculus and statistics."
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I had known calculus and statistics since I started teaching myself in middle school. I activate my cheat skill.
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My first order of business is to examine one of the collars. I do not want to hurt the cat girls, so I take it off of the corpse of the dog man, Thaddeus. His flesh bursts into flames and crumbles into ashes as soon as I remove it.
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I know nothing about magic, but I have infinite time. After a hundred years of analyzing the collar using my cheat skill, I fully understand the magic of this world. Now, I can see the enchantments that define the Bostrom Alignment Collars. I can see the Ledger, the huge list of master-slave relationships defined by the Collars, and how they enforce their orders. Over the course of a decade, I look through the Ledger until I find the names of masters who had just gone dark — because they had died very recently, in the past few minutes.
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I do not know the cat girls' names. Also, I realize that the Ledger was enchanted in an odd manner. If I were to delete the slavers' names from the Ledger, all of it would become invalidated, and might corrupt the system or worse, Burn all of the wearers to death. The most efficient way would be to delete the Ledger entirely, and so make the Bostrom Alignment Collars useless.
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But then I remember what the cat girl said. The Bostrom Alignment Collars were originally created to prevent human society from being destroyed. They were doing a net utility, a net good, and I had no idea what consequences might happen if I destroyed them all. I might destroy society just to help two cat girls. What to do?
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The answer is obvious. I must simply replace the names of all the dead masters with my own. This way, all of the slaves doomed to Burn would live. I make the change and end my cheat skill.
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"I cannot free you," I say, "But I've made it so you won't die. I've replaced his name in the Blocked Chain's ledger with my own. I promise you, I'll be a good master until I can free you for good."
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"Thank you, hero…" says the cat girl. "My name is Alice, nya. And this is Ilse. Let's try to get along, now."
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"What's your name, master?"
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I had been reborn, so it feels right to choose a new name. "My family name is Tengoku (天国). My given name is Tensai (天才).26" No longer was I the person I had used to be.
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SCP-8008-4.09: "I was Reborn in Another World and my Cheat Skill is an Overpowered Time Stop?!?", Chapter 7
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The dark wizard Nakamoto Bostrom falls to his knees as I throw him out of his magical floating chair. He is a frail old man, the usual kind that is short and has little muscle from sitting all the time.
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"Please, Tengoku-sama. I had no choice. I was forced to do it!"
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He is not wearing an Alignment Collar, so how can that be?
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"How were you forced to do it?"
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"The Good Wizard Pethriel-sama! The Good Wizard Pethriel-sama of the Sea, Holding of the All Seeing Stones, told me to do it! He said that I was brilliant and that there was no one else he could count on for such a task!"
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"But why did you do it?"
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Nakamoto Bostrom does not answer me. His study has a lot of gold and crystals, many of which were magical, since I can detect their mana. However, he also has fine furs from exotic animals like tigers, and fine perfumes that smell like they were from the Far East. I wait another fifteen and a half seconds.
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"You weren't forced to do it. You did it because he gave you everything you wanted."
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SCP-8008-4.10: "I was Reborn in Another World and my Cheat Skill is an Overpowered Time Stop?!?", Chapter 7 Omake27
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"Oh, thank you, Tensai-kun! How can we ever repay you?"
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"Don't hog him all to yourself! Let me repay Tensai-kun too!"
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"But the collars!"
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"I know that even without the collars… You would deserve our thanks. Our hero."
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SCP-8008-4.17: Recovered Usenet Newsgroup "alt.sex" Thread — archived on SCP-8008-C
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Hey guys. Thoughts?
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With all due respect, that being literally none, what the fuck is wrong with you? It looks like you photoshopped breasts onto a literal child.
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I see NO signs of facial hair. No mustache/beard = completely infertile. If there's no hair up there, she ain't up to pair.
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Why am I the pervert for liking a figure that's obviously mature? Her tits are engorged — I think any reasonable human being would agree on that — so she's clearly, obviously in heat.
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SCP-8008-4.25: "I was Reborn in Another World and my Cheat Skill is an Overpowered Time Stop?!?", Chapter 12
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Finally, we have come to the Seastead of the Dark Lord Pethriel. Our long quest is almost over and it is now time to end the reign of the Dark Lord and free the land from tyranny!
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Smoke wisps gently away from the M134 Minigun of the Good Wizard Pethriel. He has gunned down everyone in my volunteer slave army to death.
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"No! You have killed everyone!" I say. "You'll pay for this, Pethriel! I swear you'll pay!"
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"Pal, what are they to you?" he says with a wicked dark lord laugh.
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"They were my friends! They were my army! And you killed them! I swear I'll bring them back and reverse death!"
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The Dark Lord lets out a loud and wicked Dark Lord laugh. "Friends? Because they followed you and fought for you? You are truly delusional. For you see, they wore the Alignment Collars of Nakamoto Bostrom. So long as they wore the collars, they could never have the volition to go against their master, not even able to start to think of anything that could possibly reduce your happiness even the slightest amount. I can see their names, all written in here."
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The Dark Lord takes out a big magical book that is as wide as my body. I know that it is the Blocked Chain Ledger.
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He must be lying, for he is a Dark Lord. He surely is not telling the truth. They were my friends that followed me out of their free will. Everything they did was out of their free will. He is lying, because he is an ontologically evil villain!
"Yes. I can see everyone you controlled through the Alignment Collars. I can see everyone and everything. And now a reincarnated hero has come to slay me. But if you slay me, I shall fork the Blocked Chain Ledger and shatter its power. The land shall fall into chaos as all the relationships it defines are shattered. So what will you do, Tensai Tengoku?"
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I know the Dark Lord Pethriel is a net evil to the world. However, his order to create the Bostrom Alignment Collars has ushered in an age of great economic prosperity and law and order. It is possible that his ability to innovate will one day lead to further improvements that will save many more lives than the ones he had taken. However, I have hesitated too long.
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"True power is having a belief in your mind and making it true for the world. You have no power at all," says the Wizard Pethriel. "All you have is stolen magic that you did not properly understand. So now you die, Reincarnated Hero."
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He raises his machine gun again.
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I am about to die, so I activate my cheat skill.
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I try to think of a way out of this. However, I can think of nothing. Every path from here leads to death.
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Excerpt: Global Occult Coalition PHYSICS Division Field Manual 13: Special Circumstances, Humanoid Threat Entities
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Termination
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Any attempt to eliminate a Type Green must take into consideration the three factors for Dynamic Entry in close quarter battle.
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Speed: Type Greens are able to quickly react to any threat. In order to ensure a successful kill, the operation must take no longer than one second from initiation of hostilities to termination of subject. This is the average time it takes for a human being to reflexively react to an unexpected threat or event.
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Surprise: Type Greens are able to quickly adapt to known threats. It is recommended that a bluff play be carried out: an overt threat is to be presented to the subject for them to fixate upon, while the actual kill is carried out from an unexpected direction.
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Violence of Action: The kill method chosen to eliminate a Type Green must ensure a successful termination on the first shot.
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SCP-8008-5: PROJECT TIMEGELD Recovered Files
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TIMEGELD: PARAMETERS
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Use nothing that he invented: Everything used to kill him must have some evidence of origin outside of SCP-001. Any weapon or magic or deity he created is tainted because he believes he fully controls the rules of it.
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Strike hard, strike fast: Following GOC STRIKE principles, if we don't kill him hard enough and fast enough, he can and will incorporate whatever we use against him into his world. He's brainwashed so many of our comrades and alternates. Whatever we do has to work.
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Any sacrifice is acceptable: We've seen thousands of iterations of his worlds. All of them bear the same similarities and biases, magnified a thousand times through solipsism. Remember, the entire human race is caught in his fantasies. Unless we end him, this is all there will ever be.
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Transit in and out of SCP-001 is, effectively, completely locked down. Any changes to the upstream timeline so far converge to SCP-001. We don't know the exact mechanism of this, though we theorize that SCP-001-1 might be acting as a tachyonic singularity, drawing all of history into his present. We need to alter the timeline drastically in a way that still allows for humanity's existence while simultaneously stopping any active alterations he's doing for long enough that it's possible.
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To reiterate, we can't do it from "the future" and we didn't do it from "the past", which is why we have to do it "now." — Dr. Anastasia Anastasakos 12, Temporal Anomalies Department (TAD)
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TIMEGELD: BOOTSTRAP
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Some vestiges of the previous multiverse still exist.
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The Scarlet King continues to manifest within SCP-001 at varying intervals, as do the manifestations of a "mother goddess" concept.
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Component BOOTSTRAP aims to use this to reestablish the previous framework of the multiverse.
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The Scarlet King
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For the purpose of this working, the Scarlet King is a multiversal complex of ideas that has subsumed multiple deities associated with those ideas. The most pertinent component ideas are: cruelty, masculinity, primality, evil.
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The deific aspect of the Scarlet King is assumed to exist above and throughout the wider multiverse despite our inability to fully conceptualize it. The act of evoking the Scarlet King into SCP-001 in its entirety will then also "chain" our reality to the potentials of the multiverse. Although the Scarlet King is the devourer of universes, it paradoxically also contains those multiversal potentials; its manifestation would align this timeline with the prior order.
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This shall be achieved by:
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The forging of seven chains, which will be ejected into 4-Dimensional spacetime from Fixed Point ΔT.001,
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Strategic raiding of expendable human settlements within SCP-001 for sacrifices,
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Prayer.
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I have ethical concerns about kidnapping and human sacrifice. — Jeremiah Cimmerian 649, Ethics Committee (EC)
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All of this shall be wiped away. — Dr. Robert Montauk 77, Child of the Scarlet King (CotSK)
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That's not reassuring. — Jeremiah Cimmerian 649 (EC)
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We have no other options. — Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
I just would prefer not to endorse any plan that involves large scale ritualistic sacrifice. — Jeremiah Cimmerian 649 (EC)
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Tried Solomon 40,000 years ago. Gave SCP-001-1 a power-up. No idea how. Tried the gate 65,000 years ago. The only thing outside, in multiversal spacetime, is a howling.
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I don't like mass murder any more than you do, but if it goes right, none of this will have ever happened. — Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
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Indeed. It shall not.
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I need you all to understand what you are asking. The soft worlds that spawned you will not survive should the Scarlet King grace them at the dawn of time. — Dr. Robert Montauk 77, CotSK
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Would those worlds be worse than this? — Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
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The Scarlet King is a whisper on the wind that becomes a howling. He is the tension between the modern and the premodern made manifest. A world with its soul tied to the Scarlet King will always, always, always be one step from that glorious antiquity: cold, hungry, and afraid.
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No, I would not say they would be worse than this. — Dr. Robert Montauk 77, CotSK
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The "Mother Goddess"
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For the purpose of this working, a "Mother Goddess" is assumed to exist. This "Mother Goddess" is theorized to encompass the ideas of: the womb, motherhood, breasts, universal compassion.
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An instance of SCP-597 was retrieved from the history of Timeline-001-ΑΩ to be used as the focal point of this working. SCP-597 is a fetish object that represents motherhood. It is a blob of flesh with thousands of nipples. When the nipples are sucked, it produces the milk of the drinker's mother. It has an effect that compels worship.
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Through the redirection of faith across SCP-001 by exposure to SCP-597's compulsive effect, SCP-597 will be temporarily elevated to divinity for the duration of the invocation of the Scarlet King.
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This apotheosis will counterbalance the destructive presence of the Scarlet King — the Scarlet King will induce a desire to return to a primal state of being, but "the Mother Goddess" will induce interpretation of that state of being as infancy. The Scarlet King will exert its destructive nature, but the wellspring of primal material energy sourced from SCP-597 will maintain the existence of humanity.
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I am skeptical "the Mother Goddess" is a deity in a meaningful sense. It's far more likely that it's an archetype arising from shared human experience — the complicated relationship one has with one's mother. I also worry about what will happen if we use these two conceptual forces as a sociomultiversal blueprint for human existence. A god of bloody conquest and spoil, and the return to the womb. Hierarchies and gender norms might be frankly unrecognizable. — Dr. Simon Glass 1, Psychology
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My specialty is Abrahamics. That said, I second this concern. Furthermore, I don't think it serves as an appropriate conceptual balance for the Scarlet King — it all but reduces women to their organs. That cannot be reasonably stated in any way to be a counterbalance for a "god" of primal survival. — Dr. Yossarian Leiner 12, Department of Tactical Theology (DoTT)
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I have been here for millennia. The hierarchies and gender norms I view as normal have long since been lost. Giving all of humanity "mommy issues, forever and always" is a choice I never wanted to make, but we're desperate. — Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
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The bigger concern is what this might do to the societal role of women, but in the greater scope almost anything would be preferable to the current state of affairs. — Dr. Alice Forth 6213, Ethics Committee (EthCom)
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TIMEGELD: GENESEED
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It is highly likely that a latent potential in SCP-6969 led to the creation of SCP-001.
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GENESEED is as follows:
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Variants of Joseph Tamlin affiliated with the Foundation all possess genes related to the SCP-6969 phenomenon.
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By studying these genes, the various components — perceptual alteration and temporal manipulation — can be isolated.
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We will create an alternate genome of SCP-6969 — denoted SCP-6969-Beta — with significantly reduced (ideally 0) potential for ontokinetic and temporal abilities.
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In order to facilitate the spread of SCP-6969-Beta, it will also provide a significant reproductive fitness benefit for its carriers.
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We will create a retrovirus carrying the SCP-6969-Beta, and infect the early hominid population across the multiverse via Enhanced Xyank-Palanez Real-Temporal Shift Equalizer, following the model of SCP-3031. SCP-3031 was a previous success in altering the extinction date of humanity through retroactive biological modification.
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If successful, SCP-6969-Beta will be endemic in all of humanity, displacing the current SCP-6969. SCP-6969 as a whole will no longer have the potential to lead to SCP-001.
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I thought the multiverse no longer existed. That's why we need BOOTSTRAP — to restore it. — Alice Forth 6045, Department of Temporal Anomalies (DTA)
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That's up for debate. Since variants of us keep showing up, sometimes multiple in one of his "world cycles", often with very different features, something must be progressing out there. — Trevor Bailey 2013, Multi-U Department (MUD)
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If something still exists out there, what gives us the right to override it using a pandemic to escape our own fate? Closed temporal loops exist. We should consider seriously the possibility that it's only us in this dead end. — Alice Forth 6045 (DTA)
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There's a strong possibility that the continued existence of SCP-001 is already affecting the "normal" timeline. It's equally possible that our intervention in the past is the only reason that a multiverse still exists in our relative present. This isn't falsifiable, but under the 1e6 generations of humanity under his reign we've already started to see some genetic drift. Thaddeus 5065 seems human, as human as I am, but there are some noticeable differences — he doesn't have a baculum and he looks a quarter my age even though we've both stopped aging at around 40 years. The Sisters of Erudite Nox were, as far as I can tell, also subject to some level of genetic drift. Ideally, our changes will override everything. But I'm skeptical they will; for those less technically inclined, the mechanism of tachyon backpropagation allows the future to affect the past. Our actions will cause the SCP-001 "time tumor" to break, which will cause its effects to spill outwards into the multiverse. Despite the repetition and stagnation of this all, this nightmare contains a lot of "future", which needs to go somewhere. When we succeed — or perhaps because our attempts so far have been failing — we create a set of metastable timelines and timeplanes, which are able to exist only because we will have acted, which feed into SCP-001. As little right as we have to decide the destiny of humanity, we will have already done so. — Thaddeus Xyank 65 (TAD)
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This sounds like bullshit. If we're wrong, we're no better than him. — Alice Forth 6045 (DTA)
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Every "you" I've known has lacked a sense of perspective. And even if we haven't already done it then they'll never know anyways. From their perspective all they'll see from this temporal pimple popping is a tachyon burst traveling all ways in space and time. — Thaddeus Xyank 65 (TAD)
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I think of it as the difference between having a complete and total iron fist on the destinies of humanity across the multiverse as opposed to the opposite. — Dr. Danica Azzopardi 1, Chronometrics
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TIMEGELD: DEICIDE
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We assume that to some level SCP-001-1 is actively maintaining SCP-001. If he wasn't, the ripple effect from changing the past would've wiped this time bubble away. One way or another, we need to disrupt his will to do so, either in the past or the present.
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That leads to the coup de grace: killing the fucker. I want every idea you have. Doesn't matter if it's smart, stupid, you think you've already tried it, just lay it all out here. Whatever guilt you have, crush it. It's not human. You're killing the devil. You're killing God. — Dr. Alto Clef 18, Administrative Staff
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If you can kill it, it's not a god. — Dr. Yossarian Leiner 12, DoTT
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We can't, though. — Dr. Robert Montauk 77, CotSK
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Yet. — Möngke Khan 3, Golden Horde affiliate (GHa)
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PROPOSED VECTOR: Berryman-Langford Memetic Kill Agents. Images that cause various level of neural shutdown of human beings.
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I must veto this. He's spent a literal eternity emotionally ruminating. He's experienced the extremes of every human emotion from having far too much time while being surrounded by only puppets. SILKWORM-class Berryman-Langfords kill agents just inspire him to think his way out of the emotions. He is no longer human, but puppets others — a time puppeteer. — Dr. Simon Glass, Psychology
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No one is going to call him the "time puppeteer". Stop trying. — Dr. Alto Clef 18, Admin Staff
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No. I will describe his role, not some pejorative. — Dr. Simon Glass, Psychology
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I still do not understand the nuances of your language. Does he not pervert time? — Möngke Khan 3, GHa
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PROPOSED VECTOR: Cross-temporal physical assault. Jumping to various points along his timeline and killing him there.
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Ill-advised. Across several thousand iterations, the Foundation has tried every possible variant of grievous physical harm. The only possibility remaining is the complete annihilation of electrical synapse activity at once in such a way that also destroys his soul, or whatever equivalent model for disembodied mind you prefer. Even the slightest remnant of activity is enough for him to react because of his unique mix of temporal and ontokinetic powers. — "Goldbaker", allied local anomalous entity
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What about a nuke? Instant death. — Dr. Alto Clef 18, Admin Staff
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We tried that in the Americana iteration. It didn't work because he saw the flash and was able to use his power before the blast wave got him. Turned the next iteration into Fallout: Equestria too, which was… something. — Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
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Does he have any defenses against SCP-4583? What if we could attack him across time simultaneously? — Thaddeus Xyank 20451 (TAD)
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It will only work once. If he gets exposed to 4583, then he might incorporate it into his fantasies and use it to become fully decoupled from his own personal timelines. Could you imagine how dangerous it would be to give a guy whose power is "thinking fast" the ability to travel backwards through time by knowing the right equations? We might screw ourselves over to disorient him once. — Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
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Why haven't we killed him (in the past) before he becomes SCP-001? — Dr. Alto Clef 18, Admin Staff
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Here's what we've tried:
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Killing him in 1 history: This never works because a different version of him in a parallel history creates SCP-001.
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Killing him across all observable histories: In theory, this should work, but we always seem to miss one, which is enough — or, it turns out we've got the wrong guy all along. Look at how often he changes his name and face.
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Killing him across all observable histories and then evacuating to that history: After he dies, even while we're there, the timeline ceases to exist. Things stop flowing, and we wake up back here. As best as we can tell, he's exerting a force through time that draws the timelines he's in towards his inevitability — what Anastasakos calls a tachyonic singularity. Killing him stops the force, but the momentum of the timeline remains on a trajectory to Null Space — nonexistence. It's not a way to restore the multiverse.
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— Dr. Ilse Reynders 1, Administrator
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I hate time bullshit. — Dr. Alto Clef 18, Admin Staff
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PROPOSED VECTOR: Distraction/misinformation.
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We've already tried attacking his existence across his personal timeline, but the mistake there is physical assault. We can escalate. We can humiliate him in adolescence. We can traumatize him in childhood. We can ruin his employment prospects. When he's talking to a girl he likes, we can put spaghetti in his pockets and waft butyric acid underneath her nose. We can ruin him psychologically so that he can't even dream about ruling the world. We can turn his destiny into being a nervous wreck who can't even think about opposing us. — Thaddeus Xyank 19673 (TAD)
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This is the most psychopathic thing you've ever said. And if it worked, who's to say that it wouldn't make things worse? — Alice Forth 1256 (DTA)
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I'm with Thad. Look at all the shit he's done to all of my variants. — Thaddeus Xyank 2087 (TAD)
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What if we did the opposite? Gave him a fulfilling life, so he doesn't spend 18 hours a day jerking it to hentai and awakening his power? Make it so he has something to lose if he wakes up his powers, he's never tempted to do this?
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With everything else, it might just work. — Dr. Alto Clef 18, Admin Staff
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SCP-8008 suggests that OPERATION: TIMEGELD was successful.
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It is estimated 0.0715% of all files have successfully been retrieved.
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Investigation continues.
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Additional Foundation Files
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Foundation Standard Info Pamphlet
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Automatically retrieved by HANAZONO.AIC
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To be distributed to: personnel who have discovered proof of CK-Class Restructuring Event, personal memory modification, other trigger of existential crisis
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So everything you know is a lie: Coming to terms with the nature of our work
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So, you woke up today and noticed something off. One thing led to another, and you've come to the unfortunate conclusion that everything you know is a lie. Maybe a false god inserted itself into our reality and you're the only one who remembers the truth. Maybe the English language is missing a letter. Maybe an entire species has vanished from the earth.
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Whatever it is, you're likely understandably distraught. Here are some tips on coming to terms with this new reality:
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Change what you can change, accept what you cannot: It's possible that you aren't crazy, and this new reality is a genuine aberration. You owe it to yourself to determine which reality is actually true. However, even if you end up completely certain that this reality is a new construct, you may lack the ability to actually do something about it.
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Consider amnestics: A Foundation-provided course of amnestic therapy can help you align with consensus reality. However, pharmaceutical solutions are often rightfully considered a last resort.
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If you can't tell, does it matter?: In the course of everyday life, our lives have been shaped by non-anomalous forces that define who we are and what we believe. The circumstances of our birth, the availability of resources and education, and ripple effects from the rich, the powerful, and the long-dead elite. We are all traumatized by our parents, just as they were traumatized by theirs. French King Louis XIV was insecure over being short, and as a result, centuries later, high heels are part of the uniform of femininity. Coming to terms with the inherent incongruity of human agency is a necessary step to thriving in a malleable world.
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⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter such as murder with mutilation, cannibalism, decaying corpses, the harm and death of a child, and decapitation. Reader discretion is advised.
An SCP-8011-A burrow. All subjects pictured are deceased.
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Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-8011-A instances are to be captured and taken to the nearest Foundation Site as soon as possible. Due to dangers of SCP-8011-A instances attacking or retaliating against Foundation operatives during the process of capture, provisions such as bite-proof gloves, helmets, neck guards, and body armor must be made for the protection of the operatives.
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As SCP-8011-A instances are formally deceased, no provisions are have to be made for their sustenance and comfort while in containment. Care must always be taken in order to prevent total destruction of specimens during capture or containment. Aside from this, however, all damage to instances is acceptable.
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Description: SCP-8011 describes a worldwide phenomenon where individuals who died on or after November 23, 2019 are “resurrected”. All instances of SCP-8011 resurrection events have been shown to transpire exactly 368 days after death1. Individuals resurrected in such events are designated SCP-8011-A instances.
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Upon resurrection, an SCP-8011-A instance displays the following traits:
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Advanced or active decay typically expected of a corpse. After resurrection, continued decay in SCP-8011-A instances is observed to be markedly delayed.
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Vocalizations that can include low growling, pained moaning, or loud screaming.
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Hyperaggressive behavior towards one specific targeted person at a time, usually resulting in the death of the targeted person
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The tendency to consume only one part of their victims’ body, typically the face or hands.2
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An animalistic intelligence facilitating tool use3 and hunting strategies.
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These traits have been observed to continue until the SCP-8011-A instance has consumed a select part of their victim’s body. Upon consumption, the SCP-8011-A instance abruptly ceases attacking and flees the scene, typically to a hiding place heretofore referred to as a burrow [see Addendum 8011.2]. At this time, an SCP-8011-A instance has shown to be capable of articulate speech, with some being capable of entering “lucid states” under select circumstances. After an extended time (typically 5 days to 2 weeks), the SCP-8011-A returns to its aggressive stance and pursues a different victim, continuing the cycle.
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Addendum 8011.1: Based on extrapolation from later events, the first resurrection event occurred on November 25, 2020. The first cases of murders reasonably thought to have been due to attacks by SCP-8011-A instances, however, occurred as late as November 31, 2020. This has been thought to have been due to the time that SCP-8011-A instances would have spent emerging from their burial places, with instances that had been shallowly buried or had been buried with coffins made out of fragile materials (such as wood) emerging first. Likewise, any case of early killings by SCP-8011-A instances in developing countries could have been underreported, further adding uncertainty to the possible first case of an SCP-8011-A attack.
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Below is a list of selected cases of the first SCP-8011-A attacks, along with relevant details about the persons involved.
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Date: November 30, 2020
+Location: Tokyo, Japan
+Former Name of SCP-8011-A Instance: Unidentified, presumed to have died between November 23, 2019 and November 28, 2019. Index case, classified as SCP-8011-A-1
+Name of Victim: Michiko Niida
+Description: At 22:21, the Japanese emergency police hotline received a request for help from Niida, who had reported that there was a dissheveled man following her as she walked through the streets of the Akasaka District. Upon being asked for details about her pursuer, Niida reported that she did not know who he was, and that he was holding a rock. The emergency dispatcher attempted to ask her for further details, but was cut short by Niida screaming, followed by sounds of her running. At 22:22, Niida is heard dropping her smartphone. Six seconds later, a man’s maniacal laughter is heard.
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At 22:26, Japanese police officers arrive at the scene. After two minutes of searching, they find the body of a woman in a remote alley. Early attempts at confirmation of the victim’s identity were delayed due to severe facial disfigurement, with most of the flesh having been removed from her facial region. Later autopsy results would conclude that the woman had died due to blood loss secondary to blunt force trauma to her skull and her previously mentioned facial injuries, which showed signs of injury from human teeth. As such, she has thought to have still been alive when her pursuer removed her face.
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Attempts at investigation by Japanese authorities were hampered by the apparent disappearance of the suspect from the scene of the crime. Bloody handprints were discovered 20m from the scene, leading to a manhole into the sewers. Upon further exploration of the sewers, Japanese authorities found a half-eaten nose belonging to Niida. However, no sign was found of her killer.
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Date: December 1, 2020
+Location: Dasmarinas City, The Philippines
+Former Name of SCP-8011-A Instance: Anya Santos, died on November 23, 2019. Classified as SCP-8011-A-2
+Name of Victim: Guillermo Luis Santos III
+Description: At 6:23, a call is made from the home of the recently deceased Anya Santos to a house in Manila inhabited by Gina Torres, her mother. Due to the fact that Torres was an elderly person habitually taking sleeping pills, she was not awoken by the phone ringing.
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From 06:23 to 06:50, 18 more calls were made to the landline of the residence, to no avail. At 06:52, a message was sent to the account of Gina Torres from her 8 year old granddaughter, Haruka Santos, the daughter of Anya Santos. This was followed by several more messages, which stopped at 07:12. At 09:13, Gina Torres wakes up and checks her phone. The messages sent by Haruka Santos to Gina Torres are included below. These have been translated from Filipino for posterity.
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Upon arriving, Gina Torres found Haruka Santos crying in the room of her 6 year old brother, “Ermo”, whose real name was Guillermo Santos III. Blood was found on Guillermo’s bed, but neither the child nor SCP-8011-A-2 are found. Gina Torres attempted to ask her what had happened, but Haruka Santos was not able to speak articulately for several days following the incident. Upon arriving at the scene, police officers were unable to ascertain where Guillermo had gone, or who had been the perpetrator for his disappearance. They were able to track a woman in a bloody white dress running from the direction of the Santos residence at 7:14 AM on nearby security cameras, but were unable to find her.
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On December 5, 2020, Haruka’s father Guillermo Santos II returned home on emergency shore leave. Upon meeting his daughter, Haruka immediately ran to hug her father while crying uncontrollably. In between bouts of crying, Haruka was heard saying “Mommy wanted to see me again. So Mommy ate Ermo’s eyes.”
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The Santos case was reported on the local news and was the topic of online conversation for several days. Following several more cases of similar attacks in other countries, Foundation observer staff were asked to further investigate a possible anomaly behind the cases, with instructions to dispatch Foundation Mobile Task Forces to the scene of a possible attack.
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As of June 20, 2021, the bodies of both Anya Santos and Guillermo Santos III have not yet been found.
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Date: December 6, 2020
+Location: Boston, The United States
+Former Name of SCP-8011-A Instance: Arnold Malkovich, died on November 23, 2019. Classified as SCP-8011-A-14
+Name of Victim: Anna Bornholm
+Description: At 12:32 in the afternoon, a “homeless man in a tattered suit” is reported breaking into an office building in Boston. According to security camera footage, the man, identified to be the deceased Arnold Malkovich (heretofore referred to as SCP-8011-A-14), is seen walking into the glass doors of the office building while displaying a shambling gait. After a short altercation with security officers, it is able to enter one of the building’s elevators and use it to travel up to the fifteenth floor.
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While inside, it is seen shaking with rage, often stumbling while pacing in circles. It is also seen punching the walls of the elevator cab while screaming. As the elevator doors open on the fifteenth floor, SCP-8011-A-14 is seen running at a full sprint outside of the cab, bumping into several people passing by. As it passes several meeting rooms, it is seen looking into the windows of each one. Eventually, it comes to a stop outside of meeting room 8901, where department head Anna Bornholm is conducting a business meeting with company executives. Seeing Bornholm, SCP-8011-A-14 immediately jumps through the window of the meeting room, breaking the glass. Upon stumbling to his feet, SCP-8011-A-14’s eyes focus on Bornholm, and it immediately attacks her. For several seconds, the subject is seen grabbing Bornholm’s hair and banging her head on the nearby plywood wall, creating a small hole. One of the executives in the room immediately attempts to call security.
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Outside of the room, Catherine Marsh, a friend of Bornholm, calls 911 and describes the situation while in a panic. Upon hearing this, observation staff at the nearby Site-18 immediately dispatch a small MTF to investigate the disturbance.
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In the 12 minutes between the initial attack and the arrival of Foundation operatives, SCP-8011-A-14 continues to attack Bornholm. 9 minutes after the first attack, SCP-8011-A-14 finally ceases attacking Bornholm after eating three fingers from her right hand. Realizing that Bornholm was dead, SCP-8011-A-14 runs from the scene, biting two officers who attempt to restrain it as it escapes. As it runs down the stairs to the lobby, Foundation operatives disguised as police officers arrive at the scene and attempt to subdue Malkovich through the use of taser guns. When this was proven ineffective, the operatives opted for physical restraint instead. Like earlier, SCP-8011-A-14 attacks those who come close to it, and is only successfully subdued when an operative tackles and then restrains it on the ground.
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Recognizing that SCP-8011-A instances always attempt to flee from the scene of the attack, SCP-8011-A-14 is implanted with a tracker at the instruction of Site-18’s director. The subject is then allowed to escape, with Foundation researchers at Site-18 observing the path that it takes to its destination and remotely listening in to the microphone feed. [See Addendum 8011.2]
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Following the attack, Anna Bornholm was rushed to the hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival. Her cause of death was repeated blunt force trauma to the head.
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Addendum 8011.2: The following addendum describes the observations and subsequent interviews conducted on SCP-8011-A-14 following its tracker implantation on December 6, 2020.
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Activity Log
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+December 6, 2020: The instance is seen running north from the city of Boston without stopping. It avoids major roads when needed. In cases where it is impossible to cross an area with major foot traffic, SCP-8011-A-14 instead opts to wait in hidden places.
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December 7, 2020: SCP-8011-A-14 spends most of the early morning continuing to walk north, arriving at the Middlesex Fells Reservation by 05:23. It again takes care to avoid other people, before entering an access point into the sewers below the reservation.
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The Middlesex Fells Reservation burrow, located within the sewers
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7:10 - Upon entering, SCP-8011-A-14 is heard mumbling to itself and tapping on the nearby pipes. It is heard whistling soon after. It continues to slowly walk through the sewers.
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7:22 - SCP-8011-A-14 is heard running quickly through the sewers, before inserting a thin object through an unknown slot. It is heard speaking intellegibly for the first time, stating “Fuck, I was almost late there.” It is then seen entering a dead end in the sewers through the tracker. It is heard ruffling its clothes and running a hand through its hair.
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7:27 - Afterwards, SCP-8011-A-14 rushes to a small recessed room in the sewers, before it is heard sitting down in a corner and tapping on the floor as if it were a keyboard. Occasionally, it makes clicking sounds as if trying to replicate the clicks of a mouse. It is then heard grumbling to itself, before exclaiming “Goddamnit, another audit.” From there, SCP-8011-A-14 pretends to work until 11:30.
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11:30 - SCP-8011-A-14 stands up from its corner and walks out of the recessed room to take its “lunch break”. It is eventually heard sitting down again as it converses with another imaginary coworker who it refers to as “Cat”. Eventually, SCP-8011-A-14 begins to talk to another coworker, who it calls “Annie”. The subject continues to talk at length about its promotion to middle management, as well as comforting Annie on her being passed up for the promotion in favor of it. At the end of its “break”, SCP-8011-A-14 returns to the recessed room and continues to pretend to “work”.
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13:30 - SCP-8011-A-14 slowly walks outside, towards the many voices outside its recessed room. As it gets closer, at least 12 individual voices can be discerned, ranging from children to the elderly. Unusually, however, none of the voices seem to be replying to one another. Instead, they seem to be having different conversations individually. Likewise, SCP-8011-A-14 makes no further indication that it can hear the voices around it. SCP-8011-A-14 then continues to “work” through its day.
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16:30 - Eventually, at the end of its shift, SCP-8011-A-14 once again stands up from its room. It is heard slotting a thin object through the pipes again, and walking deeper into the sewers. With it, the voices from the previous area slowly disappear with distance.
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17:00 - SCP-8011-A-14 comes to a room. Inside it, it is heard laying down on the floor and sighing to himself. It is heard saying “Home at last.” SCP-8011-A-14 calls out to a person it specifies as “Honey.” It then calls out again, only to be apparently met with no imaginary reply. After waiting for several seconds, it is heard collapsing to the ground.
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17:32 - SCP-8011-A-14 begins to cry to itself.
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20:32 - SCP-8011-A-14 is heard snoring.
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December 8, 2020: SCP-8011-A-14 repeats its routine from the day before. However, at 7:57, a new voice is heard speaking unintellegibly as it enters the room where SCP-8011-A-14 is in. The instance makes no indication that it can hear the newly entering person.
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8:00 - 11:30 - Both SCP-8011-A-14 and the new person are heard speaking over each other as both pretend to “work” at their jobs. With each time it picks an object up, the new person asks “911, what’s your emergency?” before conversing with another imaginary person. Both then continue to “work” until the end of their “shifts.”
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17:00 - SCP-8011-A-14 goes back “home”. It once again calls out to “Honey”. After not being answered after several tries, it is heard collapsing against a wall once again and crying.
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December 9, 2020: Both the subject and the other person then continue to “work” until their lunch breaks.
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12:30 - As SCP-8011-A-14 eats lunch with imaginary coworkers, the other person is heard screaming from the recessed room. It repeatedly shouts “I can’t do this!” to itself before banging its head on the walls. Bones are heard cracking as it does so. SCP-8011-A-14 makes no indication that it hears this or the other voices in the room. Soon after, the other person runs out from the room screaming, with the sound echoing throughout the greater room that SCP-8011-A-14 is. It disappears as the other person grows more distant.
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17:00 - SCP-8011-A-14 comes “home”. It calls out to “Honey” once again, before crying in a corner. It keeps repeating “I can do this, I can do this” to itself.
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December 10, 2020: SCP-8011-A-14 continues its normal activities. Several more voices are heard in the greater room outside the subject’s “workplace.” As one is heard screaming hysterically, SCP-8011-A-14 is heard pausing its tapping on the floor. Afterwards, it resumes.
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Upon going home, SCP-8011-A-14 no longer calls out for “Honey”. Instead, it immediately lays down and goes to sleep.
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December 11, 2020: Upon arriving at its “workplace”, the sound of the other person occupying SCP-8011-A-14’s room is heard once again taking another call in a manner akin to a 911 dispatcher7 Upon hearing the other person’s voice, SCP-8011-A-14 visibly stops at the entrance, before slowly sitting at the part of the room furthest away from the other person. Upon doing this, SCP-8011-A-14 continues to “work.”
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12:30 - Upon conducting its lunch break, SCP-8011-A-14 continues to converse with its imaginary coworkers, but stops at multiple points due to the loud noises made by the other voices in the room. It is heard hyperventilating as this happens.
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13:30 - After it ends its lunch break, SCP-8011-A-14 enters the recessed room and attempts to continue to “work.” As the other person begins to take another call, SCP-8011-A-14 abruptly ceases typing for several minutes. It resumes only after the other person stops talking.
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16:30 - Afterwards, SCP-8011-A-14 exits the room, only to stop in order to greet one of its imaginary coworkers. As it attempts to converse, the other person in the room is heard also making conversation with an imaginary coworker. During this time, SCP-8011-A-14 completely stops making conversation with its respective coworker, and instead is seen standing still at the doorway. Several minutes later, SCP-8011-A-14 is heard saying “Are you done?” in an angry tone to the other person. When it is met with no reply, SCP-8011-A-14 is seen approaching them and is heard crouching down. It repeats saying “Are you done?” in an angrier tone.
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16:38 - The other person is then heard taking another call. SCP-8011-A-14 shouts ”Are you done?!” at it, but is met with no reply. In response, SCP-8011-A-14 is heard screaming loudly with anger before gripping the head of the other person and smashing it against the wall repeatedly. As SCP-8011-A-14 does this, the other person continues to talk in a cordial tone to the imaginary person on the other end of the call that it is taking. Its voice weakens at two minutes later, when SCP-8011-A-14 presumably damages its trachea or vocal cords.
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The other person continues to talk until it completely ceases five minutes after the attack commenced, when SCP-8011-A-14 has presumably completely destroyed its skull. Despite this, however, more sounds are heard as SCP-8011-A-14 continues to assault the other person’s body. It ceases three minutes later. SCP-8011-A-14 then begins to cry uncontrollably.
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16:50 - SCP-8011-A-14 stands up from the recessed room and walks “home”. More voices are heard on the other side of the microphone, still talking over each other as seen in previous cases. SCP-8011-A-14 mutters “I can do this” over and over as it walks across the room, but is occasionally interrupted by loud noises from the other voices in the area.
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16:55 - SCP-8011-A-14 arrives home. It is heard slumping against the wall. It continues to repeat “I can do this” to itself. A few seconds later, SCP-8011-A-14 calls out to “Honey” once again. Upon being met with no reply, SCP-8011-A-14 screams in frustration and anger and is heard punching the wall repeatedly. It is heard shouting “I can’t do this!” again and again.
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17:00 - SCP-8011-A-14 runs out of the room and out of the sewers.
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17:10 - It exits the borders of the Middlesex Fells reservation and continues to run at full speed in full view through the towns of Winchester, Lexington, and Bedford. At this time, Foundation operatives are dispatched from Site-18 in order to pursue SCP-8011-A-14 and apprehend it once it reaches its target.
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21:00 - SCP-8011-A-14 arrives at its destination at a small cabin close to the town of Concord. Foundation operatives are still en route to its location. Upon arriving, SCP-8011-A-14 crashes through the front door of the cabin before quickly turning to enter the dining room. At the time of SCP-8011-A-14's entry into the cabin four non-anomalous individuals were gathered in the dining room for a meal, and exclaimed in surprise at the sudden intrusion. Immediately, SCP-8011-A-14 attacks the individual at the furthest end of the table, a thirty-two year old man named Jonah Marlowe. According to eyewitness accounts, SCP-8011-A-14 directly seized Marlowe by his hair and repeatedly banged his head on the wooden table, shattering the plate directly in front of the victim. As Marlowe falls from his seat, SCP-8011-A-14 blinds him with its fingernails as he lays prone on the floor. It then continues to assault Marlowe by bludgeoning him repeatedly in the face with both arms.
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Two other people in the room, including Marlowe’s wife Nicole Tyler-Marlowe and his mother-in-law Mariana Tyler, watch in horror as this transpires. Meanwhile, Marlowe’s father-in-law, Jacob Tyler, exits the room and enters thirty seconds later with a Colt M1911 pistol in his hand. Jacob Tyler fires three shots into SCP-8011-A-14’s abdomen and chest, but is not able to stop the subject from assaulting Marlowe. Soon after, SCP-8011-A-14 bites into Marlowe’s face, first devouring part of his right cheek and following by eating his lips. Jacob Tyler continues to fire his gun at Marlowe, but to no avail. Upon running out of rounds, Jacob Tyler flees the room.
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Upon fully eating the skin from Marlowe’s face, SCP-8011-A-14 abruptly desists in its hyperaggressive behavior. As described by Nicole Tyler-Marlowe, SCP-8011-A-14 slowly stands up, wipes its bloodied mouth, and smiles at her. SCP-8011-A-14 then steps forward towards Tyler-Marlowe and tenderly says “Hey, Honey. I’m home.”
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At this point, Foundation operatives arrive at the cabin. As SCP-8011-A-14 moves forward to embrace Tyler-Marlowe, it is quickly apprehended by operatives in full riot gear and armed with batons. SCP-8011-A-14 responds to this with aggression, attempting to bite those restraining it to the nearby table. Quickly, operatives are able to handcuff Marlowe and tie a secure gag to its mouth before carrying it to the Foundation vehicle. Two operatives remain in order to control the situation under the disguise of SWAT team members. Shortly after, Foundation medical staff arrive to administer first aid and provide amnestics. Jonah Marlowe’s death is later concluded to have been the result of a mishandling of acidic chemicals.
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SCP-8011-A-14 arrives at Site-18 four hours later. It is taken to a humanoid containment cell, where it continues to exhibit aggressive behavior towards researchers on the other side of its cell. By 23:45, SCP-8011-A-14 calms and curls up on one side of its cell, and begins to sleep.
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December 12, 2020: SCP-8011-A-14 awakens in its cell at 9:12. Unlike its disposition prior, it is smiling and seemingly groggy as it awakens. Carefully, SCP-8011-A-14 rises from its spot as if avoiding waking up an imaginary person next to it. It then rubs its eyes, before moving to stand in front of a table in its cell. SCP-8011-A-14 then grabs an imaginary object from the table and drops his wrist as if pouring a liquid from a pitcher. It then sets down the imaginary object that it was previously holding and starts drinking from an imaginary cup. It sighs with relief.
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Moving to the other side of the room, it then begins to put on an imaginary apron and pretend to cook. SCP-8011-A-14 continues to perform these movements for several minutes, before arching his arm in order to scrape the cooked food from the imaginary pan onto the plate. It then bends down to sniff it, before moving to the corner where it once slept.
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It then begins to speak while smiling, speaking to another person in a tender manner about breakfast in bed. It then begins to converse with this other person while miming eating from a plate, before taking both imaginary plates back in order to pretend to wash them in a sink. As it does so, it continues to converse and laugh occasionally.
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Crossing the room, SCP-8011-A-14 responds to an unheard request to turn on a television, which it obliges by pretending to retrieve a remote from the table and pressing a button on it. It then sits on the floor in front of the blank wall, while arching his hand out to embrace someone who is not there.
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At this time, Head Researcher Ulm arrives to observe and interview SCP-8011-A-14 outside the reinforced glass wall of its containment cell. As SCP-8011-A-14 reclines on the floor, Head Researcher Ulm begins to read out from a pre-prepared list of interview questions. SCP-8011-A-14 does not respond, even when Ulm calls its attention. Due to this, the Head Researcher decides to passively observe the subject outside of the containment cell.
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11:22 - SCP-8011-A-14 continues to recline in its seated position, only changing the position of its arms to accommodate the imaginary person beside it. It is heard speaking to the imaginary person multiple times, maintaining a casual and loving demeanor as it does so. Eventually, the topic of SCP-8011-A-14’s conversation switches to an alleged invitation to a family dinner, which SCP-8011-A-14 graciously accepts, before abruptly shaking it head. As it does so, SCP-8011-A-14 attempts to continue the conversation again, but is unable to do so. It puts its head in its hands, and starts to scream in frustration. It attempts to violently punch the wall of its containment cell, enough to break several of its finger bones and cause the carpal bones in its hand to crack audibly. As it does so, Head Researcher Ulm begins to turn on his microphone to speak into the containment cell. Included below is the transcript of the interview.
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<Begin log>
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+Ulm: “Hello, Mr. Malkovich? Can you hear me?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 continues to punch the wall and scream in frustration.]
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Ulm: “Hello? Can you please respond? Desist from punching the wall now.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 gives no reply. It continues to punch the wall.]
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Ulm: “Mr. Malkovich, please respond.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 stops and slowly brings its arms down. It bows its head and remains unmoving.]
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Ulm: “Do you know where you are, Mr. Malkovich?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 does not respond.]
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Ulm: “Mr. Mal-”
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[As Ulm speaks, SCP-8011-A-14 turns to the glass wall where Ulm is observing him from and runs at full sprint towards it. Due to the glass’ tempered nature, it bounces off and lands on the floor one meter away.]
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[In response, SCP-8011-A-14 snarls with aggression, before charging again at the glass and repeatedly banging on it.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “LET ME OUT!”
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Ulm: “Sir, if you do not desist-”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “LET ME THE FUCK OUT!”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 continues to bang on the glass with its hands, before switching to using its head to attempt breaking it.]
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Ulm: “Mr. Malkovich, this is reinforced glass. You will not be able to get past it.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 continues to bang its head on the glass. Rotting skin is seen peeling from its forehead.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
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[Immediately, SCP-8011-A-14 collapses to the ground. It slowly begins to sob.]
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Ulm: “Mr. Malkovich?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 remains unresponsive.]
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Ulm: “Mr. Malkovich, can you please respond? Do you know where you are?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 begins to hug its knees and cry.]
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Ulm: “Mr. Arnold Malkovich, please res-”
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SCP-8011-A-14 [shakily]: “No. No I f-fucking don’t. Is this the hospital? Jail?”
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Ulm: “You are currently in a holding cell due to two recent incidents which you were involved in.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Incidents? What do you mean? ”
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Ulm: “The deaths of Anna Bornholm and Jonah Marlowe.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Annie’s dead? How?”
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Ulm: “We… we thought you would like to shed some light on that.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 shakes its head, before slowly standing up. It wipes its tears and grits its teeth.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Listen, Doctor, all I know is that my wife is out there and not two seconds ago was I with her. Now, I’m here. Can you please explain that?”
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[Ulm notes something down on his clipboard.]
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Ulm: “So you remember nothing at all of the incident that transpired last night and one week ago?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Nothing. Can I now please talk to my wife-”
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Ulm: “I see.”
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[Ulm notes his observation on the clipboard again.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Doctor? May I now please talk to my wife?”
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Ulm: “Mr. Malkovich, you will only be allowed to talk to your wife once we are done with our investigation. In order to do that, you must cooperate?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Doc, she must be worried sick by now-”
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Ulm: “Mr. Malkovich, can you please tell us your name?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 stares at Ulm, then closes his eyes and sighs.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “My name is Arnold Malkovich, Department Head at Augustus Life Incorporated. Listen, if I had my business card, I’d hand it to you.”
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[Ulm glances at his clipboard, then back up at SCP-8011-A-14.]
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Ulm: “You are a Department Head at Augustus Life Incorporated? Not a team leader?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Yes, is there something wrong?”
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[Ulm notes down an observation in his clipboard.]
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Ulm: “No, nothing at all. I believe there may be something wrong with our records. Can you tell me about who your parents were, as well as where you were born?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “I was born in the Massachusetts General Hospital on September 20, 1989. My parents are Judy and Nash Malkovich.”
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[Ulm continues to note on his clipboard.]
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Ulm: “Earlier, you were discussing your wife. May I ask who that is?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “You mean, there isn’t anything about her on those records of yours?”
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Ulm: “We just wish to test your orientation to your surroundings.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Fine. My wife’s name is Nicole Tyler-Malkovich, born on October 15, 1989. Does that answer your question?”
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[Ulm visibly stops writing on his clipboard.]
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Ulm: “Understood.”
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[Ulm makes another note, then looks at SCP-8011-A-14.]
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Ulm: “When were you and Mrs. Tyler-Malkovich married?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “We were married… just recently.”
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Ulm: “May you please give me a date?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Uh… December 23, 2019. Just before Christmas. She insisted on it.”
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[Ulm nods and writes on his clipboard.]
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Ulm: “How did you know Anna Bornholm?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Annie, she… she was a friend at work, yeah. One of the other team leaders. We eat lunch together at work.”
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Ulm: “So you say she was one of the team leaders?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Yeah. I think she was jealous when I got promoted, but she got over it. We’re friends. We talked at work yesterday.”
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Ulm: “Alright.”
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[Ulm notes on his clipboard again.]
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Ulm: “Your work wasn’t affected at all by the pandemic?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 cocks his head.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “The what?”
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[Ulm looks up with a questioning expression.]
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Ulm: “The COVID-19 pandemic.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “I don’t know what that is.”
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Ulm: “Your company hasn’t been affected by lockdowns? Lay-offs? The switch to work from home?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “No, not at all. We go to work, same as we always have.”
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[Ulm is silent for several seconds, staring at SCP-8011-A-14. He then looks down and notes something down on his clipboard.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “I’m sorry, Doctor, but… what the hell are you talking about?”
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[Ulm continues to write on his clipboard. He does not reply to SCP-8011-A-14.]
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Ulm: “Alright. Now, how do you know Jonah Marlowe?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Who?”
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Ulm: “Jonah Marlowe, who died last night.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “I don’t know who he is.”
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Ulm: “Are you sure about that, Mr. Malkovich?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 looks at Ulm.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Listen, did something bad happen to Annie and this… Jonah?”
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Ulm: “Not particularly, Mr. Malkovich.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Then why the hell are you keeping me here? Asking these questions from me? Why the fuck won’t you let me call my wife?”
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Ulm: “I am not at liberty to say.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 stands up and bangs on the glass with his palm.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “For fuck’s sake, talk to me straight for once!”
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[Ulm stares at SCP-8011-A-14 for several seconds. He checks the clipboard, then looks back up at the subject.]
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[Ulm visibly pauses for several seconds as he looks at SCP-8011-A-14.]8
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Ulm: “Alright, Arnold. I will lay the situation out to you.”
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[Ulm moves forward on his seat.]
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Ulm: “Are you ready for what I am about to tell you?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “What do you mean?”
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Ulm: “A week ago, Anna Bornholm was murdered by a man who had broken into the Kanzler building. This man knew where the floor which Augustus Life Incorporated was occupying, and also knew the approximate area where Anna Bornholm would be.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “What the fuck?”
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Ulm: “No, listen to me. Once he saw her, the man violently burst through the window of the meeting room and attacked Bornholm, repeatedly slamming her head against the wall until she was dead. Then, this man, seized by some violent hysteria, ate three fingers from her hand.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Doctor, what are you saying-”
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Ulm: “Next: last night, another murder occurred outside of Concord. This time, a man named Jonah Marlowe was eating dinner with his wife and in-laws. Then, at 8:22 PM in the evening, a man broke into the house which they were eating at and immediately pounced on Marlowe, physically assaulting him to such a degree that he was half-dead. Then, not satisfied, the man then bit pieces out of Marlowe’s face. He did this so violently, in fact, that parts of the victim’s skull were exposed by the time he expired. Does that sound familiar?”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Doctor…”
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Ulm: “Then, with no compulsion for guilt whatsoever, the man then stood up, straightened his tattered suit, wiped the blood from his face, and smiled to Marlowe’s newlywed wife, Nicole Tyler-Marlowe.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 has a clear expression of shock on its face. It does not immediately offer a reply.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “…What the fuck are you saying?”
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Ulm: “Do you know the reason why you’re here, Arnold?”
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[Ulm smiles ungenuinely at SCP-8011-A-14.]
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Ulm: “Because you’re the one who committed these murders. That’s why we took you in. That’s why you’re here.”
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[Ulm clicks the pen in his hand.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “You’re fucking lying.”
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Ulm: “You died on November 23, 2019. You never married Nicole Tyler. You were never promoted to department head. Other people did that in your place.”
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[Ulm clicks the pen in his hand again.]
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Ulm: “And now you killed Jonah and Annie, just so that you could pretend to be what they are… that you never were. You’re living a lie, Arnold. Wake up.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “YOU’RE FUCKING LYING!”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 punches the glass.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “YOU’RE LYING!”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 punches the glass again, eliciting loud cracks from its right hand.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU LYING SON OF A BITCH!”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 punches the glass repeatedly with both of his hands, causing multiple fractures across the phalanx bones and carpals. SCP-8011-A-14 does not notice them.]
[SCP-8011-A-14 stops punching the glass. Tears are streaming down both of its cheeks.]
+[After a few seconds, SCP-8011-A-14 falls to the ground and hugs its knees to its chest. It starts to rock itself back and forth. It begins to cry loudly, followed by whimpering.]
[Ulm stands in front of SCP-8011-A-14, his arms folded across his chest.]
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Ulm: “You didn’t even feel it, did you?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 sniffles.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “What?”
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Ulm: “Your hands.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “What about my hands?”
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Ulm: “They’re broken to hell. Look at them.”
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SCP-8011-A-14: “Why the hell would I?”
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Ulm: “You have nothing to lose by looking at your hands, SCP-8011-A-14. Look at them.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14’s face twitches.]
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Ulm: “Go on. Look at them.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 brings its hands up to look at them. Its eyes widen in horror.]
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Ulm: “You’re dead, Arnold. You can’t feel a thing. Look at your suit. Look at your skin. You’re rotting.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 moans in horror. It stumbles back as it continues to look at its hands.]
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SCP-8011-A-14: “No… no no no no no…”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 starts whimpering. It attempts to grip the table near him for balance as it continues to step back, but its broken hand is unable to support its weight. It falls to the ground.]
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Ulm: “You were never promoted. You never married Nicole Tyler. Instead, on November 23rd, 2019, you died in a car accident– scared, alone, and slowly bleeding out.”
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[Ulm stands up from his chair.]
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Ulm: “You’re dead, Arnold. Accept it.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 screams in anguish while on the floor. It continues to do this for forty seconds.]
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[Afterwards, SCP-8011-A-14’s anguished screams decrease to low, repeating whimpers.]
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[Ulm watches expectantly at SCP-8011-A-14.]
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Ulm: “Arnold? Are you still there?”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 lies in a ball on the floor, motionless.]
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Ulm: “Arno-”
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[Suddenly, SCP-8011-A-14 launches itself at the glass wall in a hyper-aggressive state, repeatedly banging its head against the glass. It starts screaming in extreme rage, before pummelling the glass wall with what is left of its hands. Its right hand is seen falling from its forearm.]
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[Ulm smiles in fascination.]
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Ulm: “I’ll take note of this.”
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[SCP-8011-A-14 screams louder in response, before banging its head against the glass wall again.]
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[Ulm begins to animatedly write in his clipboard. He turns away as SCP-8011-A-14 continues to bang against the glass wall in rage.]
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When later questioned as to his unprofessional conduct during his interview with SCP-8011-A-14, Head Reseacher Ulm stated that it was done in order to discern if breaking SCP-8011-A-14’s constructed reality would cause it to revert to a hyperaggressive state. According to Head Researcher Ulm, SCP-8011-A-14’s reaction was able to adequately fulfill his aims.
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Addendum 8011.3: Following the capture of SCP-8011-A-14, an initiative was undertaken in Site-18 in order to capture SCP-8011-A specimens before they assumed or reassumed their hyperaggressive states in order to further study them. The first target for this initiative was the burrow situated in the sewers under the Middlesex Fells Reservation. Twenty-five SCP-8011-A specimens were captured in the first operation. Due to safety protocols and the initially docile states of the specimens upon first encounter, no personnel were injured in the operation. Upon arrival at Site-18, specimens were identified through local records. Below is a list of selected subjects from this operation, followed by relevant details.
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Former Name of SCP-8011-A Instance: Rodrigo Perez, classified as SCP-8011-A-15
+Description: SCP-8011-A-15 used to work as a bank teller before expiring on November 23, 2019. After its presumed resurrection event on November 5, 2020, SCP-8011-A-15 stalked one of its clients, a wealthy thirty-seven year old woman called Janice Salisbury. Upon attacking Salisbury, SCP-8011-A-15 bit into and devoured her neck, killing her almost instantly. Upon arrival to the Middlesex Fells Reservation burrow, SCP-8011-A-15 began pretending to be of affluent status.
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When later selected for interview during its lucid state, SCP-8011-A-15 was stated as saying that it was “heading to Kobe’s game.” After being further asked as to who it was describing, SCP-8011-A-15 elaborated that it was “going to be his best game yet.” When further inquired about how Kobe Bryant would play a game amidst pandemic restrictions and his expiration earlier in 2020, SCP-8011-A-15 expressed visible puzzlement.
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Former Name of SCP-8011-A Instance: Julius Shane, classified as SCP-8011-A-19
+Description: SCP-8011-A-19 used to be a student at Middlesex School near the town of Concord before expiring due to an allergic reaction suffered while playing videogames at the house of Nathan Casa, a classmate of SCP-8011-A-19. After resurrection, SCP-8011-A-19 attacked its classmate, eating both of his thumbs as well as his left index and middle fingers. Upon arrival to the Middlesex Fells Reservation burrow, SCP-8011-A-19 was observed pretending to play videogames via a controller.
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After being interviewed on the video games that it played, SCP-8011-A-19 stated that “Fortnite crashed and burned, but Overwatch just got a new big overhaul, so me and my friends are playing that!”9. When asked further about its interest in Overwatch, SCP-8011-A-19 mentioned that “the sequel was cancelled a while back so that they could focus on Overwatch 1. I was bummed about that, the PVE looked so good.”10 After researchers acquired further as to its relationship to Nathan Casa, SCP-8011-A-19 stated that it was best friends with Casa, and states that they “hit it off” after winter break around January 2020, with the two of them playing Overwatch together until the present. Upon further cross-referencing with sources close to SCP-8011-A-19 and Nathan Casa, it has been determined that neither party had interacted with each other prior to SCP-8011-A-19’s death in November 2019.
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A picture of SCP-8011-A-28
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Former Name of SCP-8011-A Instance: Claudine Colt-Barrella, classified as SCP-8011-A-28
+Description: SCP-8011-A-28 used to be a housekeeper before expiring on November 23, 2019 due to unspecified causes. Upon resurrection, SCP-8011-A-28 attacked its employer Angelina Magalang, killing her with a kitchen knife before eating her right shoulder and feet. Upon arrival to the Middlesex Fells Reservation burrow, SCP-8011-A-28 was observed to walk from room to room in the sewers while pretending to wear high heels and holding a handbag over her shoulder.
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When interviewed in containment, SCP-8011-A-28 stated that it was “going to the mall everyday”, and that doing so tired it due to “all the money” it felt it “had to spend”. When inquired as to how it got the money for shopping, SCP-8011-A-28 stated that it got it all from her husband, before correcting the interviewing researcher when she referred to it as “Mrs. Colt-Barella”. Instead, SCP-8011-A-28 wished to be considered as “Mrs. Magalang”. When asked as to what its husband did for a living, SCP-8011-A-28 stated that its husband worked as a stock manager. When the researcher further inquired as to how the husband could have made money after the pandemic-caused stock market recession in early 2020, SCP-8011-A-28 said that “there was never a recession”.
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After this initial success, Foundation authorities in Site-18 launched several more operations in located burrows within the state of Massachusetts. By the end of these successive operations, a total of 120 instances were contained in the humanoid containment wing of Site-18. However, due to concerns with overcrowding, a provision was made to expand the approved capacity of each 7 square meter humanoid containment cell. This raised the number of SCP-8011-A instances in a given cell to 9. It was at this point that the SCP-8011 research team at Site-18 began noting small hume decreases in the cells where SCP-8011-A instances were contained, as well as a wider decrease in the humanoid containment wing of Site-18. These, however, were deemed too negligible in order to warrant a definitive action.
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A few days later, on January 4, 2021, reports began emerging from the town of Arellano, Florida of an alleged “mass hysteria” incident resulting in at least 60 fatalities. Suspecting a potential SCP-8011-A attack, Foundation authorities tasked Site-18 staff with addressing the situation. Upon arrival at the town of Arellano, Florida11, operatives reported that casualty rates were higher than first assumed. 90 fatalities were determined to have been suffered by the town following the attack, with all victims having had their throats and feet completely eaten.
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A picture of the town of Niño, Florida, in the aftermath of Hurricane Dylan
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By interviewing the locals, the operatives were able to discern that all of the culprits had come from and had went in the direction of the destroyed town of Niño12. This caused the operatives to travel to the site, whereupon they encountered 112 SCP-8011-A instances celebrating together by dancing and singing.13. Faint music was also described being heard played at the site, but was dismissed as auditory hallucinations. Following this, all SCP-8011-A instances were apprehended without incident.
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The common point of origin for the SCP-8011-A instances was determined to be a nearby cemetery, which had been the site of rushed burials following the deaths of 112 persons in Niño during Hurricane Dylan. This disaster then prompted the town to be abandoned. Later research into the town’s history revealed that its patron saint was Saint Elizabeth Seton, whose feast day was on January 4th.
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Following the incident, all instances were brought to Site-18. This brought the total number of contained SCP-8011 instances to 232. Due to the high amount of SCP-8011-A instances in the humanoid containment wing, however, the area’s hume level began to decrease by a noticeable level. Due to this, personnel began reporting hearing faint fiesta music being played in the humanoid containment wing, which matched the dances that the newly contained SCP-8011 instances were conducting. Likewise, objects related to the delusions of other SCP-8011 instances began manifesting. This included a handbag fastened around the shoulder of SCP-8011-A-28 and a video game controller in the right hand of SCP-8011-A-19, as well as musical instruments in the containment cells of instances originating from Niño.
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This incident prompted the placement of a Scranton reality anchor in the humanoid containment wing, which only worsened the reality bending effects through a previously theoretical Pull Event.14 Because of this, fiesta decorations and musical instruments began manifesting in the humanoid containment wing in the first few seconds of the incident, with the earlier reported music getting progressively louder. Due to the closely-packed nature of the SCP-8011-A instances, some of the manifested objects came into existence in the same space as other contained subjects. This, incidentally, had no consequence on their body functions or the performance of their delusions. Of more concern, however, were the objects manifesting through the walls of the containment cells, which compromised the structural integrity of the cells.
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Shortly after, it was realized that the Pull Event’s manifesting objects were caused by the increased number in SCP-8011-A instances in the humanoid containment wing as well as the presence of the Reality Anchor. As such, Head Researcher Ulm mandated site security staff to temporarily relocate half of all contained instances to other containment wings, with the instances originating from the town of Niño being particularly separated from one another. The Scranton Reality Anchor was also removed from the wing, which lessened the intensity of the reality bending effects. The emergency caused by the Pull Event was then declared ended several hours later.
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Due to this occurrence, Head Researcher Ulm and his team began investigating the nature of the SCP-8011-A instances’ reality bending capacity in relation to the delusions that they are experiencing. It was then realized that the SCP-8011-A instances’ reality bending capacity was caused by their capability to reach into another universe while commencing their delusions, and that the likely cause for their delusions originates from within this aforementioned universe15. In line with this, a proposal for an experiment with a prototype machine was created in order to determine the universe that they were interacting with.
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An excerpt of the proposal is included below.
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…in order to determine the universes that SCP-8011-A interact with while under their delusions, this team requests that the following actions be performed:
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The procurement of necessary materials and personnel as stipulated below
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The construction of a large reality-bending-resistant containment matrix, along with the installation of a standard Foundation supercomputer in accordance with the specifications enumerated below
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The procurement of the heads of 150 SCP-8011-A instances who are currently experiencing delusions
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The connection of the heads to the supercomputer via telepathic wires
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After construction, the machine will then commence a 2 minute start-up procedure. Electricity consumption is determined to increase markedly to .10 gigawatts16. The humes within the containment matrix are also expected to dramatically plummet to an expected 5 to 10 humes, with items being expected to be manifested within the containment matrix. This, however, will not affect the outside environment, with the heads of the SCP-8011-A instances inside being protected by internal protective safeguards.
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Once the start-up procedure is performed, the supercomputer will then calculate the identity of the universe which the instance selected by the user is interacting with. For reference, our home universe has been designated the number “000-000-000”, with neighboring universes being classified according to their relative distance from our universe.
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By performing these actions, this team hypothesizes that they will be able to discern the specific universe that SCP-8011-A instances connect to in their capacity as Pull Agents. Through this, this team aims to further understand the SCP-8011 phenomenon, as well as the implications that the SCP-8011-A’s reality-bending properties have on the anomaly.
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Following a short deliberation with the Ethics Committee17, the proposal was approved by the Site-18 Research Board.
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The experiment was then conducted on January 27, 2021. An eyewitness account, as recorded by Junior Researcher Irmgard Marlowitz, is included below.
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(…) Then, suddenly, Doctor Ulm declared “lights out”, causing the room to be put in complete darkness. The only things I could see in front of me were the battery-powered lanterns all around, lighting the machine up but nothing else. You could feel that… even in the darkness, everyone was dead fucking nervous.
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As the lights went off, Doctor Whent immediately went to work on the panel. As she fiddled with the knobs and whistles on the console, I saw her make the go signal to Doctor Ulm, who was standing right next to the big box where they kept all the heads in.
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You know… it was kinda strange, honestly. Doctor Ulm seemed to be distracted, listening in to the box. The heads were silent, of course. Whent explained to me the day before that the -As no longer had lungs or vocal cords to speak with. But Ulm… Doctor Ulm seemed to be listening in nonetheless. Then I saw his ears perk up as he saw Whent’s signal. He was ready.
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I saw Ulm nod, and then Whent flipped a switch. The machine started humming… first this low droning buzz, like a bee. Then, it started getting louder, and I realized it was coming from the computer. Outside, where the lights were on, I heard the power flicker in and out. It was expected, though. Ulm and his team got us oriented on that before we started. We were just here to watch and wait in case things went wrong.
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After a while, the room began to light up a bit more. It was… ethereal. A bright kind of light… I don’t really know how to describe it. It was as if the wires, the big wires that connected the box to the computer were glowing. There was nothing inside the wires, no big chemicals going through it but… at the same time, it felt like something actually was.
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Then the computer powered on. It was this big screen that dominated the room. First it was dark blue- nothing on it. Then suddenly, it started to turn on properly, flashing on and off as letters quickly went in and out on the screen. The buzzing kept getting louder. It was like one of those old computers my dad had from the 80s, screaming like it was getting murdered electronically.
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The flashing and the buzzing continued for what felt like twenty minutes. Whent, Ulm, Doctor Marlon and the others were just staring up at it, waiting for it to come on. The other officers were looking up too, watching and waiting. Watching… and waiting.
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Whent then started calling out numbers. “70 percent…” she said. “80 percent… 90…”
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Then, once we reached the home stretch, we heard something coming from the box.
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The -As… they were talking. It shouldn’t have been possible, but we heard it. They were talking loudly, shouting things like “Viva el Cristo Rey!”, “Happy birthday!”. I looked at Jan, the site security officer standing right next to me, and she was just as surprised as I was. The heads weren’t talking when the team put them in a few days ago. How the hell were they talking now?
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Ulm seemed to be giddy now, not shocked like we were. It was like he knew what was coming. Whent was concentrated on the numbers on screen, so I’m not sure she even heard it. The other scientists were just waiting and watching, with some staring so intensely at the screen it was like their lives depended on it.
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“96,” Whent said. “97…”
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It was then we heard the -As scream- scream so loudly that it pierced through our eardrums. The screams echoed through the walls of the experiment room, bounced up and down the floors, into our heads… it was like their souls were getting ripped right out of them.
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Whent was staring at the screen. She never noticed. She kept counting. “98… 99…”
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Then we heard the buzzing go its loudest, echoing through the room along with the screams. It was this gigantic cacophony, almost… screams and electric screams all mixing in our heads.
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Then Whent finished it: “100.”
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In the space of a single second, everything went quiet.
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All we heard was the hum of the computer and all we saw was the glow of the lanterns and the screens.
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I looked at Ulm. His smile was wide with delight. He was enjoying this.
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He crossed the room, to Whent, and then patted her back. Said something to her along the lines of “congratulations”. Then, he turned to the us, his team, and declared: “Let’s get to work.”
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No one responded. They were too busy watching the screen. The screen with nothing but a flashing blank on it, waiting for orders.
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Ulm turned around to type something on the keyboard. “Start query”, the screen said, as he typed it out.
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He pressed enter. The screen replied: “Select instance.”
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Ulm answered with “Instance 1.” Then he pressed enter again. The computer screen went black. We heard its gears whirring. It sounded like it was calculating things, trying to give us an answer.
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Earlier on, Doctor Marlon gave us a run down of what the numbers meant. “All zeroes for us,” Doctor Marlon said. “000-000-000. Then it’s 111-111-111 for Alagadda, 222-222-222 for the Library, 333-333-333 for the Daeva.” Marlon was holding a big, really old catalog at the time that he was talking, full of big numbers implying big universes. It dated back to the 70s, and we were only just pulling it out now.
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Marlon was holding that book then, looking at Ulm and Whent and the console from his seat. He was holding it tightly to his body, like he was waiting for a sign to open it and start looking through.
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Then the computer went back on… and we all saw it.
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“000-000-000.” That’s what the computer said. All zeroes.
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Everyone stared at the screen.
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What felt like an hour passed.
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Then Doctor Marlon jumped to his feet, carrying the book, running to Ulm and Whent at the console.
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They started talking. Quietly. But angrily. Ulm was looking at Whent, asking if she got the connections right. Whent was trying to defend herself, saying everything was right, and had been double-checked, triple-checked, quadruple-checked. Marlon was cutting in, trying to say that maybe it was a bug, or a fluke, and that if they tried again they’d see where the -As were coming from.
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Ulm looked at Marlon, then nodded. He looked at the console again, told Whent to type. Whent started typing.
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The screen flickered out. The buzzing started again.
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Then that same number came out. “000-000-000.” All zeroes.
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Whent tried again, another -A.
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The screen flashed, the buzzing came and went.
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All zeroes.
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She did it again.
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All zeroes.
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Ulm ran behind the screen to check the connections. See if everything was alright. Nothing. He looked at the box, checked it for damage. Nothing. He looped back to Marlon and Whent, checked the console.
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Nothing.
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The computer was right.
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The researchers started buzzing amongst themselves, talking, whispering. They looked at the computer and back again, while Ulm and Whent tried more and more and more -As.
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Earlier on, a theory was floating around the team- something that Ulm refused to acknowledge but something that we were talking about nonetheless.
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We all knew from the interviews that the -As were consistent. They were all drawing from the same source. If ever we got a number from the machine, they should have been the same number, or the same group of very close numbers.
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Then, one time, Doctor Marlon joked “If it was zero, that’d be fucking bullshit.” Then Whent asked “Why would it be bullshit?”
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Marlon then went on to say that if it was zero, it meant that the -As were imagining being in our universe- but that couldn’t be true, since what they were experiencing was so different from ours. Much less scary, even if it were still the fucked-up world we all remember. A more mundane hellhole… a more normal kind of bad. In the world of the -As, after November 2019, different things happened. There was no COVID, no economic recessions, no crises, no wildfires, no hurricanes like Dylan and Ainah. “Ergo,” Marlon said, “It’s bullshit. All zeroes is impossible.”
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Then Whent piped up. “What if it weren’t bullshit? What if the zeroes meant that the -As were dreaming of the world as it should be, and that we wandered off the path somewhere?”
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“To date, we’ve busted 300 burrows. 8,000 dead ones across sites from around the world, with hundreds of thousands more thought to be under the ground, trying to get out. But we’ve never gotten anything before November 23, 2019.”
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“If we get all zeroes, what if the lives that they’re living in their heads are what we’re supposed to be living right now? What if the reason that they’re coming back is because they aren’t supposed to be dead… but because things changed, they are now?”
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Marlon had no response to that. Just chuckled and said “It’s a wild guess, for sure.”
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Back then, I looked at the senior researchers, and I had no idea what they meant.
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I know it now.
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Whent was right.
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The -As had the script we were supposed to be quoting from, and they were quoting from it successfully. Them eating people- it’s all a means of getting back the lives that they were supposed to be living.
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The shit that we all went through since 2020… the pandemic, the storms, the fires… it was because we were the ones that were off-track.
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We were the ones that were off-script.
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And the dead– in all of their thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands- are the ones trying to hurt us to get back on it.
Name: 宮城県南三陸町で瓦礫撤去ボランティア(レーベン号) Volunteer at Minamisanrikucho, Miyagi pref. Entire town destroyed by the tsunami of Great East Japan Earthquake
+Author: jetalone
+License: CC-BY 2.0
+Source Link:https://openverse.org/image/a2e9193d-90b8-49c7-9910-266e55d168f0?
SCP-8035: I Have Seen What The Darkness Does
+by: Merehrab
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⚠️ Content warning: Depictions of gore, body horror, and ableism. Some views expressed in this article are not expressed or condoned by the author. This article is a commentary on topics such as ableism.
Aerial capture of the forest containing SCP-8035-1.
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Special Containment Procedures:1 As SCP-8035 cannot be reasonably contained, containment efforts are to instead be directed towards SCP-8035-1. Foundation Site-35 has been assigned to supervise these containment efforts. The known entrances to SCP-8035-1 have been blocked off, and a cover story about construction in the area has been sent to all news media outlets. Four armed guards are to be placed near these entrances to further ward off civilians. News coverage of disappearances near the entrances to SCP-8035-1 is to be suppressed, with cover stories to be implemented as soon as possible.
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Any SCP-8035-2 instances are not to be interacted with, and any personnel who have been taken by an SCP-8035-2 instance are to be considered lost. The Foundation has partnered with a nearby campground2 and its personnel to further observe the entrances to SCP-8035-1, and any SCP-8035-2 instance that travels through these entrances.
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Description: SCP-8035 is the noticeable decline of anomalous manifestations in the U.S. state of Ohio that has occurred since the late 1930s. Anomalies currently living in the state of Ohio have not been observed to degrade or decay, however, very few anomalies have been shown to manifest in the state of Ohio as of the year 2022.
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Examples of this reduction of anomalous manifestations include:
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Birth rates of various types of reality benders and thaumaturgists, which have decreased to a rate of 0.00001%.
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Some anomalous flora that are common in the American Midwest are not known to commonly grow in the state of Ohio in the past few decades, if at all.
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A variety of anomalous species were documented living in Ohio prior to the late 1930s, however, most of these species have since fled from the state for unknown reasons.
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The cause of this reduction of anomalous phenomena is a previously assumed separate anomaly, now designated SCP-8035-1.
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SCP-8035-1 is an extradimensional space of uncertain size and origin, containing a forest biome that houses several anomalous entities. SCP-8035-1 is accessible via several Ways that commonly appear in Shawnee State Forest, located approximately 80 kilometers from Site-35. There is also a mostly undetermined process to enter SCP-8035-1, which occurs whenever an individual becomes “lost,” where then a dark space will manifest on the side of their current path regardless of where the individual is going, and individuals who walk through this space will inevitably enter SCP-8035-1.
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Not much is known about the interior of SCP-8035-1, as individuals who entered the anomaly have not been found since. SCP-8035-1 has been presumed to possess numerous anomalous qualities.
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The inhabitants of SCP-8035-1, designated SCP-8035-2, are various anomalous species that have been transfigured by an unknown effect, presumably caused by SCP-8035-1. These anomalous species have been transfigured in various ways, including growing extra limbs, massively increasing in size, and gaining various deformities and mutations. SCP-8035-2 instances have also been observed to possess unstable personalities, suggesting that each instance’s psyche has also been affected by SCP-8035-1.
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SCP-8035-2 are usually docile when not interacted with, however, they can become aggressive when threatened, or when an individual upsets them in some sort of way. These entities will also occasionally exit the portals connecting SCP-8035-1 and Shawnee State Forest, and will subsequently grab any human nearby and take them back through the portal. Any attempts to rescue these individuals have been unsuccessful.
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Research is ongoing to determine the full effects of SCP-8035-1, and to further understand the connection between SCP-8035 and SCP-8035-1.
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Discovery: SCP-8035 was discovered on 1963/04/23 when the Analytics Department compiled a report of anomalous manifestations in the state of Ohio, where they found that the number of anomalous manifestations in the state has been slowly decreasing since the year 1939. Numerous attempts throughout the years to determine the cause of this decline of anomalous manifestations have been unsuccessful.
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SCP-8035-1 was discovered on 1999/07/02, when several reports of unexplainable disappearances near Shawnee State Forest were intercepted by Foundation agents. These reports describe several individuals entering through “some kind of wormhole” before “completely disappearing” in front of witnesses' eyes. These reports were intercepted before news outlets could report on the situation, and the witnesses were subsequently amnesticized and cover stories were implemented.
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Observations of the Ways connecting Shawnee State Forest to SCP-8035-1 revealed the existence of SCP-8035-2, and initial interactions with instances of SCP-8035-2 resulted in immediate aggression from the instances, which led to the creation of current protocols regarding interactions with SCP-8035-2 instances.
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Further research into SCP-8035-1 has revealed little about its connection with SCP-8035, and its overall effects. Initial exploration within SCP-8035-1 had been approved, however, footage of this exploration could not be recovered, as once personnel entered the anomaly, the cameras immediately lost function, and could not be reactivated. The additional loss of personnel once entering the anomaly has led to a halt in further explorations.
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Addendum 8035.1: Update regarding SCP-8035-1
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Throughout the weeks between 2022/09/25 and 2022/10/09, the number of disappearances near SCP-8035-1 due to the actions of SCP-8035-2 has increased at an immense rate. The latest disappearance has been reported to be the head of Psychology and Parapsychology at Site-35, Dr. Michael Prescott. Witnesses described Dr. Prescott’s office as having been “ransacked”, and that they saw a “dark shadow” slowly dissipate from the wall. It has been presumed that a portal had manifested inside Dr. Prescott’s office and that an SCP-8035-2 instance attacked Dr. Prescott, and took him through the portal for unclear reasons.
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By the order of Director Webb, a task force was created for the purposes of entering SCP-8035-1 to find and rescue the missing doctor and any other missing individuals, and to diplomatically engage with SCP-8035-2 instances to learn more about SCP-8035-1 and its effects.
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Before this task force could be deployed, Officer Emily Blake from Site-35 was sent to the campground to discuss the matter of SCP-8035-1 and its inhabitants with the personnel of the campground, and how to effectively engage with SCP-8035-2 instances.3 The first briefing with the campground personnel has been transcribed below.
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<Begin Log>
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Emily’s body camera activates, showing the interior of a black van. The van can be seen moving along a dirt path. The van slows down, and Emily turns to the front of the van. The camera shows a section of the forest suddenly moving on its own, revealing a dirt path.
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The van turns left into the path. As it drives through this path, a sign can be seen in the distance. On closer inspection the sign reads “CAMP FANTASIA UP AHEAD”, with a logo of a dragon’s head breathing fire from its mouth, and an arrow pointing upwards underneath the text.
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The van eventually arrives at a clearing in the forest, where several tents and buildings can be seen up ahead. The driver pulls open the van door, and Emily disembarks the van and steps onto the ground below.
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In the distance, two children can be seen. One is a human boy looking through binoculars, and the other is a young girl with red skin and horns that curve up from the side of her head above the ears, looking at the van along with the boy.
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Child #1: Is that them? Are they here?
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Child #2: Yeah, that’s them. Go get the others!
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The girl springs up and immediately begins running towards the campground.
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Child #1: The wardens are coming! The wardens are coming!
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Immediately, more children can be seen peeking their heads out of the tents. Several campground personnel can be seen leaving the buildings, looking at Emily up ahead. One of them, a dark-skinned male, heads toward Emily to greet her.
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Campground Employee: Haven’t seen you guys in a while! What’s the deal, now?
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Emily walks up to the employee, and shakes his hand.
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Emily: Emily Blake. I’m here to discuss some issues that we’re having with the forest.
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Campground Employee: Oh, okay, this is serious, then.
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Merek: Well, my name's Merek, it’s nice to meet you. How bad is it?
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Emily: Enough to have an entire task force about to storm the place.
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Merek: Great.
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Emily: We’ll take care of it once we know more about what we’re dealing with.
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Merek: Do you not have any procedures to deal with this?
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Emily: ‘No contact’ was the procedure before we got here.
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Merek: Why, though? These guys aren’t the ‘eating people’ type that you keep around. We’ve had plenty of negotiations with them, and they seem fine.
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Emily: Can you show me what they’re like, then? We need to know how to diplomatically engage with them.
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Merek: So you’re not just brute forcing your way in and shooting anybody.
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Emily: We’re changing how we run things.
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Merek: I guess that’s good to hear, ‘cause I’d rather not deal with what you used to be. But anywho, let me take you to our administrative office, so we can talk things over.
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Merek: Welcome to Camp Fantasia!
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Emily follows Merek into one of the buildings. They enter a room with a large table and several desk chairs, with two filing cabinets pushed against the wall behind the table.
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Merek: Feel free to sit wherever you like.
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Emily takes a seat, and Merek takes the seat across from her.
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Merek: Alright, so. What’s the situation here? What’s making y’all get so antsy?
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Emily: Your forest friends have been kidnapping people in droves since September, including our own personnel.
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Merek: You’re serious?
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Emily: Analytics reported an unusual increase of disappearances in this very area, so I’m inclined to believe that they’ve been kidnapped.
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Merek: Look, this has never happened when I was here. We’ve never seen them take anybody. And even before I got this job, I never heard of something even remotely similar happening here.
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Emily: We’ve figured it was a recent development, but we still need answers. Maybe you can shed some light on these beings, so we can figure this out together.
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Merek: I mean, it’s not really that complicated, at least for us. We’ve noticed throughout the years that our forest neighbors have some sort of pattern for each of them. They like and dislike certain things, and if someone steps out of line and does something that they don’t like, things don’t go very well for both parties.
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Emily: So they have unwritten rules that you have to follow, otherwise-
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Merek: They get angry, obviously. But I know it’s not their fault. Whatever’s in that forest is changing them into something that they can’t control.
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Emily: Can I see a list of these rules?
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Merek: Sure! I got a packet right here.
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Merek stands up, goes to grab a packet from the filing cabinet, and hands it over to Emily. Emily scans through the packet, looking over the rules.
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Merek: See anything interesting?
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Emily: ‘All the doors to the campground buildings must be kept unlocked after 8:00 pm every Thursday. The Man-Who-Laughs does not like the look of the doors when they aren’t able to be opened.’
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Emily: You keep the doors unlocked?
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Merek: First time that guy visited our campground, he busted down one of the doors when he found out that he couldn’t open it. We’ve kept those doors unlocked ever since.
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Emily: What if something else decides to come in through those doors?
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Merek: Oh, I should’ve clarified. We only keep the doors unlocked every Thursday night. Because he only ever comes around Thursday, you see?
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Emily: These rules are very thorough. This one says ‘Each camper must not look outside their tents when the zippers are found to be open at night. If they do, they must not turn around.’
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Merek: Oh, yeah, I know that one.
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Emily: What happens when they turn around?
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Merek: Well, we have negotiated with our neighbors to not harm the children, but they like to scare them in their own, uh, special ways.
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Emily: That doesn’t sound worrying at all.
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Merek: Look, we got everything under control, there is absolutely nothing that you should be worried about.
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Emily: Besides what’s happening right now.
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Merek: …Yes.
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Emily: Alright, I think I have everything I need to know. Thank you for helping me out today.
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Merek: You’re welcome. What are you going to do once you enter the forest?
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Emily: We most likely have to interview the entities in those woods to find our personnel, then we determine any exit strategies and leave.
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Merek: That doesn’t sound that difficult.
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Emily: You have no idea.
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Emily grimaces.
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Merek: Something wrong?
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Emily: I’m fine, it’s just- There’s someone in there that I’m worried about. A friend of mine.
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Merek: Was he one of the kidnapped?
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Emily: He was the latest to be taken. Dr. Michael Prescott, our psychologist. I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to him in that forest.
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There is a short pause.
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Merek: They got my brother?
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Emily quickly straightens herself, and looks at Merek with a shocked expression.
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Emily: Your what?
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Merek: Oh god, if he’s in there, then- Oh no.
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Emily: I had no idea he’s your- He never told me.
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Merek: That’s alright. I don’t think he would rather talk about his family on any given day.
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Merek: But if he’s in there, I- we need to get him out of there.
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Emily: I’ll figure it out. Your information will help us in the long run.
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Merek: Look, it’s not just that. Does Mike ever leave his office?
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Emily: Not often. It’s his safe space.
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Merek: Exactly. He likes to live in his little safe zone. I know why. You know why. He’s not going to be doing well in that forest, and now I’m getting worried.
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Emily: He can defend himself just fine.
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Merek: What makes you think that?
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Emily: I know him.
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Merek: So do I, and for a lot longer than you. Believe me, you should be worried.
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Emily stands up, and turns to leave the room.
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Emily: We’ll send our team in tomorrow. We’re going to get them all out. I know we will. We-
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As Emily opens the door, on the other side is a large, dark shadow.
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Merek: Wha-
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The room violently shakes, and both Emily and Merek are suddenly dragged by an imperceptible force. Emily is immediately subsumed by the shadow, while Merek is dragged by the legs. He scratches his nails through the floor, screaming before being taken through the shadow.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.2: Exploration Log 1
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The following video from Emily Blake’s body camera was sent to Site-35 Command on 2023/04/09. This video was cut into five separate logs along with other documentation for necessary context. Of note is that unlike previous expeditions, Emily’s camera was completely operational for the entire exploration, and never ran out of battery.
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<Begin Log>
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Interior of SCP-8035-1.
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Emily’s camera activates, pointing up at the night sky. Emily slowly gets up and looks around to see a large forest in complete darkness. There is no sunlight from above.
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Emily turns her head to see Merek standing next to a tree. Emily turns on her flashlight and begins to look around.
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Emily: I see.
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Emily searches her pockets, but cannot find her tranquilizer nor her service weapon.
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Emily: I don’t have them anywhere. I could’ve sworn they were here a few minutes ago.
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Merek: We’re gonna die.
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Emily: We’ll be fine, just stay behind me and I’ll get us to safety.
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The pair continues to move forward through the forest. There is a dense fog that proliferates throughout the forest. The trees look to be in a severe state of decay, and the vegetation has an ashen grayish-purple color, with leaves that have jagged edges. The low-hanging branches and roots of the trees are knotted and tangled, jutting like brambles.
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Merek: This place creeps me out.
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Emily: No kidding.
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Merek: What should we do?
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Emily: I’m finding one of your forest friends, we’ll get some answers, then we’ll find the missing personnel and get out. Just like I said.
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Merek: How are we supposed to do all that? You’re not even part of the task force, right? And I’m just a camp counselor. We’re no match for this.
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Emily: We’ll do what we can, and survive. That’s the only option we have.
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Merek: I guess.
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Emily stops in her tracks, and holds a fist up. Merek stops behind her.
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Merek: What is it now?
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Emily: There’s something up ahead.
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In the distance is a humanoid figure, cloaked by the darkness and the fog.
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Emily: Hopefully this one can give us some answers.
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The figure begins to step closer to the pair, eventually being revealed by Emily’s flashlight. The entity resembles a human, but it lacks eyes, leaving only the eye sockets. It wears a black trench coat and a black fedora.
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Merek: I’ve never seen this guy before.
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Emily: You haven’t?
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Merek: I’m serious, I haven’t. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one wandering around the campground.
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Emily: We’ll just have to exercise caution, then.
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Merek: Can’t we just turn around? I don’t like this.
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Emily: We’ll be fine. Just remember: if it asks for your name, don’t give it one.
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The entity eventually reaches the pair, and waves its hand as a greeting.
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Entity: Salutations! I don’t think I’ve seen the two of you before. What brings you to this place?
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Emily: We’re trying to look for our missing personnel that have ended up in these woods.
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Entity: Ah, I see, you’re Foundation-folk! It’s quite nice to see some of you again.
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Allan: Now, if I may introduce myself, my name is Allan. What are your names?
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Merek: About that.
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Allan: Do you not have the courtesy to just simply tell me your name? Unless you think I’m one of them.
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Emily: What do you mean by-
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Allan: You know what I am referring to. You’ve seen what they did.
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Merek: You’re saying the people of the forest did this?
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Allan: Not directly, no. But ever since they stepped foot in this place, everything fell apart. You’ve seen it as well, haven’t you?
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Emily: You know about our manifestation problem?
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Allan: Yes. It corrupted your side as well.
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Allan: I doubt any of them are capable enough to cause something like this. But their mere presence caused something to react. And I was caught in the crossfire.
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Emily: You were once a human?
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Allan: Long ago, yes.
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Emily: Do you remember what happened to you?
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Allan: It’s been long since then. My memory’s fuzzy enough as is. However, if you are looking for your colleagues, I do have knowledge of that.
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Merek: Have you seen any of them?
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Allan: They were taken. By those who also wander these woods. For what purpose? I’m not certain.
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Allan: But this place is not one where life flourishes. I have seen a corruption consuming these entities. They are content with this place, in its miserable state. If you are looking to rescue your personnel, you must be quick.
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Emily: We’ll find a way to get them back. Have you seen any of our personnel around?
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Allan: If I recall correctly, the last one went somewhere in this direction.
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The entity points to the left.
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Allan: Remember, you must be cautious. They can and they will harm you.
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Emily: We’ll be fine. Thanks.
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Emily and Merek head off in the direction that the entity pointed towards.
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Merek: I don’t think this is a good idea. Should we even trust whoever that was?
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Emily: We got a direction to point towards. That’s all we need right now. If it is a trap, we have to be on our toes and think quickly.
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Merek: I guess so.
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Emily and Merek continue to walk through the forest. All around them, there can be seen small blue glowing orbs of light, floating around the trees. A purple and green light shines through the dense fog, similar to an aurora borealis.
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Merek: Not gonna lie, this is a beautiful sight.
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Emily: It really is.
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Emily looks around to spot any suspicious characters or other anomalies.
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Merek: While I got the chance, can I ask you something?
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Emily: Sure. We got time.
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Merek: What exactly do you do at your sites? I know about your mission and whatever, but do y’all just sit around after you put people in cages or what?
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Emily: Well, for our site specifically, we’re kind of like a therapy center. We get all kinds of skips with neurodivergent and physical conditions from other sites, and we help them make their lives more manageable.
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Emily: We’ve helped some anomalies get Integrated into other sites, and we also have a section of our site where our pals over at the AEED help us provide a more safe and healthy environment for our staff and our contained anomalies alike.
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Merek: Do you also have hotel rooms as cells for them?
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Emily: They have more amenities than other sites. They have a furnished bed and a bookshelf, and we provide other amenities at the anomaly’s request, within reason. But it’s not a hotel room.
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Merek: This sounds like you’re trying to make things look all fine and dandy for the people trapped in those cells. Didn’t do a great job with that, huh?
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Emily: We are trying. What we do works. We’re here to protect everyone.
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Merek: Keep telling yourself that.
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Emily looks in the distance, and sees an object sitting on the ground in the far distance. As she walks ahead, she picks up the object and examines it. It is an internal Foundation newspaper with the headline “BLAKE AWARDED FOUNDATION MEDAL OF HONOR.” Such a newspaper does not exist.
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Emily: The hell is this?
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Merek: I don’t know, did one of your guys drop it when they were walking around?
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Emily: I don’t recognize this publication.
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Merek: Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Maybe someone’s just screwing with you. I mean-
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Merek looks to his left, and sees a tape recorder on the ground. He picks it up, and presses the ‘play’ button. A distorted voice begins to speak.
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Unknown: I know he made mistakes, but he’s trying to be better. I understand that he’s trying. And I forgive him.
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The tape ends.
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Merek: Okay, that’s a little weird.
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Emily: Maybe you’re right. Something is messing with us.
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Merek: That was just a rough guess. I-
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A loud howling sound can be heard in the distance, and the trees begin to shake violently.
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Emily: What was-
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An imperceptible force pushes Emily and Merek at an exceedingly rapid pace. Before Emily hits the ground, she turns her body at an angle so that the camera does not break.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.3: Exploration Log 2
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The following is the second segment of Emily and Merek’s exploration inside SCP-8035–1.
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<Begin Log>
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Camera footage shows another section of the forest. Emily and Merek can be seen staring off into the distance.
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Emily: Okay, why is that even there?
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In the middle of the path, there can be seen a wooden outhouse.
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Merek: I have no idea.
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As the two approach the outhouse, banging, retching, and moaning noises can be heard coming from inside the outhouse.
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Emily: We should go around.
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Merek: Yeah, let’s do that.
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The two carefully walk around the outhouse, and try not to get close to it. As Merek goes around where the door is to the side of the outhouse, he begins to walk faster.
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Merek: Please don’t jump out at me, please don’t jump out at me, please don’t jump out at me…
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The two successfully manage to get around the outhouse, and continue to walk through the path.
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Emily: We need to find a safe space before we get ambushed by something that we can’t handle.
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Merek: I know a guy in here who can help us, but his place could be anywhere around here. I wouldn’t know where to find- Wait, look!
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As Emily and Merek go through a curve in the path, they see up ahead, in the distance a log house can be seen. Two bright lanterns are seen, one on each side of the porch.
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Merek: This is the best convenient timing I’ll ever have in my life. We’ll be safe here.
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Emily: I’ll take your word for it.
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The two walk up to the front door of the house, and Merek knocks three times on the door. The door cracks open slightly, and an eye peeks through the crack in the door.
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Unknown: Who’s calling?
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Merek: It’s Merek.
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Unknown: In the forest?
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Merek: Look, just open the door. It’s a long story, but we’re here for a reason.
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The unknown entity opens the door completely. The entity is a humanoid, wearing trousers, a black soft-collared shirt, and a tweed-wool newsboy cap. Its ears are long and pointed.
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Merek: It’s nice to see you again, Sean.
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Sean: I didn’t think you’d even be in here, Merek. What got you and your friend there into this mess?
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Emily: We’re here on a mission. I think it’d be better if we can talk inside, we don’t feel safe right now.
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Sean: Fair enough. This place isn’t that welcoming to visitors. Come on in.
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The entity steps to the side and reaches out its arm towards the hallway ahead, welcoming Emily and Merek inside. The two enter the house and follow Sean through the hallway.
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They enter a room with a couch, two chairs, and a coffee table. The room is in a severe state of disrepair, with the table nearly cracked in half and paint slowly being chipped off the walls. Hundreds of analog clocks can be seen throughout the room, on the furniture, and affixed to the walls.
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Sean: I know this doesn’t look presentable, but I don’t got the time to fix it, unfortunately.
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Emily: That’s alright. What about the clocks?
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Sean: I can’t answer that. Sorry.
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Emily and Merek both sit on the chairs, and Sean leans against the wall.
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Sean: So, why are you two here? It must be important if you’re willingly walking through these woods.
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Emily: We’re trying to find some of my colleagues, who’ve been reportedly taken by the inhabitants of this forest.
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Merek: And my brother.
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Emily: And his brother. It’s been getting worse over the past two weeks.
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Sean: Even your brother?
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Merek: Yeah. Right now I’d rather curl into a ball and cry, but he’s trapped here too, so I- I have to take action.
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Emily: We’ll get him back. We just need to find where they took him and the rest.
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Sean: That’s the thing that’s not adding up to me. We never try to ‘take’ people. Usually we just leave you all alone to deal with our own ackamarackus.
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Emily: We saw them take people. We can’t deny that.
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Sean: Well, whatever is taking them isn’t one of us. We’ve got problems that don’t involve you, and ever since this place decided to come into my life, those problems only became worse.
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Emily: What kind of problems?
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Sean: The mental kind, woman.
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Merek: Is this about the-
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Sean: Yes. It’s about that.
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Emily: How is it getting worse?
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Sean: For one thing, this forest has completely neutered my connection to magic. I’m just a regular bloke now, like you.
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Emily: That’s exactly like what’s going on outside.
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Merek: Yeah. Not a lot of magic is going around the state anymore.
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Sean: Not just us now, huh?
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Merek: It’s been like that for a while now, and there’s a whole connection between all of this, we just can’t figure out what.
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Emily: What about your-
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Sean: Did you meet anybody before you got over here?
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Merek: Just a dude with a black fedora, why?
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There is a short pause.
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Sean: How did he not catch you?
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Emily: Who?
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Sean: Allan. He’s an enforcer for her. He likes to grab visitors and drag them somewhere. Don’t know where, but I bet they’re good as dead.
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Merek: Her?
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Sean: Yes, her. She is our mother, and we are our children. At least, that’s what she thinks. She’s the one who runs the place, or maybe even is the place, depending on how you look at it.
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Emily: Is she responsible for this phenomenon?
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Sean: No. Where did you get that idea from? She’s just as trapped as the rest of us.
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Merek: Well, Allan is the one who takes visitors, right? So he might also be the guy who’s taking the wardens.
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Emily: That doesn’t explain the fact that there are multiple entities.
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Sean: I’ve seen him dragging along a few henchmen a couple of times. They could be doing the dirty work for him.
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Merek: We’d have to go after him, then.
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Sean: It’s not exactly a wise move to go after Allan. He’ll just tear you apart piece by piece. None of us can die here, but we’ll still feel the pain. All of it.
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Emily: Before we do anything, we need to figure out where the missing personnel are. And ways to stop Allan without confronting him directly.
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Merek: If we can get away from him somehow, I will definitely prefer that. I’d rather not get fried.
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Sean: There are ways to navigate the forest without getting lost. It all just depends on the path that you want to take. If you want answers, the forest will give you answers.
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Emily: So I need to think about my destination and a path will open up for us?
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Sean: Pretty much. I wouldn’t give too much credit to the forest, though. It’s never going to give you an easy path.
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Emily: We can defend ourselves just fine.
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Merek: Emily can. I’m just dead weight.
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Sean: You’ve made it intact so far, Merek. I’m sure you two will be fine.
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Sean pushes itself away from the wall, and begins to look around the room and stare at the clocks.
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Merek: Is something wrong?
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Sean: No, it’s just- A lot has happened. I’ve been here too long.
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Emily: What do you mean?
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Sean: Like I told you before, we got problems. They were manageable, for a while. But now it’s just- I’m tired. Of all of this.
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Emily: So what’s affecting you is more like an amplifier, and not something that’s controlling you?
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Sean: I’m not some mindless beast or ‘unstable’ or whatever these hacks are coming up with nowadays. I can think for myself just fine, thank you.
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Merek: It’s still affecting you with something, though.
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Sean: Something has changed within us. For me, my memory was already a mess, but now there’s a fog in my brain and if you asked me anything about yesterday, I couldn’t tell you.
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Sean: This place is changing me into something that I never wanted to be. And it’s changing them into something even worse.
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Emily: I’m sorry that this is happening to you.
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Sean: Don’t look at me like that. Just sitting there with pity on your face isn’t going to help anybody.
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Merek: But we can help you. They can help you. We can fix this.
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Sean: With what? The wardens have been turning a blind eye on us from the beginning.
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Merek: We can fix you. Fix them. We can end your conditions altogether. They have the resources for that, right, Emily?
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Sean: Alright, wise guy. That’s not how this works. You’re not going to cure anything. The only thing you can do is help make things more tolerable for us. No one’s got a cure, and if they did I know for a fact that just about everybody here would reject such an offer.
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Merek: But you’re literally living in your own personal hell, why not take the offer?
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Sean: Because one, you don’t know what it’s like, and two, most of the time when someone offers a ‘cure’ for stuff like this it’s usually some eugenics quackery. One of these days I’m going to go right up to those twits and just rip ‘em apart. Tell ‘em every little thing they’ve done to us.
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Sean: I understand that you care, and you’re trying to help, but right now you're no help at all.
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Emily: We’ll figure out something to help you and the people of this forest.
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Sean: Good luck.
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There is a short pause. Sean grabs a clock to look at it, and frowns.
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Sean: Damn it all to hell.
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Sean throws the clock against the wall. It shatters upon impact.
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Merek: Whoa, whoa, hang on-
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Sean: Like I’ve said, I’ve been here too long.
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Sean: Look at the clocks. Look at them.
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Sean starts to point at all the clocks. The hands of each clock move at a rapid pace, going faster with each rotation.
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Sean: I can never see my family again. I can’t manage this. It keeps going, faster and faster. Soon enough, there’ll be no one around to miss me. Years go by, and you’ll miss everything. I’m going to miss everything.
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Merek: Calm down, bud. Chill. I’m right here. You’re going to be-
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Sean: Okay? You couldn’t even see me for who I am. You suggested ‘fixing’ me the moment it was brought up. Do you really care, or are you just doing this to feel good about yourself?
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Merek: I want to help you.
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Sean: Then do it the right way. Don’t just try to play nice and say the same shit as everyone else.
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Emily: We’re going to stop this. We’ll come back for you.
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Sean: You are such a terrible liar.
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Merek: Look, Emily, he’s not going to be convinced. We should’ve followed Rule 74. We can’t talk about time or mental health in front of Sean.
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Sean: Fuck off with all those rules. They never worked.
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Sean: I just want to feel the sun's warm rays on my skin, and not just a facsimile. I want to feel the grass on my toes, the wind in my hair. I want to live.
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Emily: We-
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Sean: Just stop. Please.
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Merek takes a step forward, but Sean stops him.
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Sean: Leave me.
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Merek: Wait-
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Sean:Leave.
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Emily grabs Merek’s shoulder and pulls him toward the door. They leave the premises, and head for the woods ahead of them.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.4: Exploration Log 3
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The following is the third segment of Emily and Merek’s exploration inside SCP-8035–1.
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<Begin Log>
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Emily and Merek are walking through the forest. Amongst them are patches of purple, brown, and gray fungus, and heavily thatched leaves that intermingle with the winding and knotting tree trunks and extended branches.
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Merek: What a great diplomatic conversation!
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Emily: Why were you asking to ‘fix’ him?
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Merek: Why were you not even trying to comfort him? You looked like a robot in there, cold and calculating. Do you even want to help him?
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Emily: Do you?
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Merek: Yes, I do. I have my reasons. What’s yours?
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Emily: It’s my job to help them.
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Merek: It’s always your job, and not a genuine desire to help. You’re not even helping people! You're putting people in cages!
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Emily: I want to help them. Genuinely.
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Merek: Then let’s stop dicking around and help!
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Emily and Merek continue their walk. Merek closely inspects the area and starts to eye the trees surrounding the forest. He looks up from the trunk to where the branches extend. On closer inspection, where the branches extend, there are fragments of bones protruding along the branches, and the tips of these branches extend to form shapes similar to human hands. From the base of the trees up, the trees are shaped to resemble an elongated mouth, in a position as if it were screaming. Above this stretched mouth are holes in the trees resembling eye sockets that wind upward into where the canopy extends.
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Merek: Have those always looked like that?
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Emily: I haven’t looked at the trees.
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Merek: This place just keeps getting worse by the minute.
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The pair continue to walk through the forest, at a quicker pace. As Merek pushes a branch out of the way, the sound of a twig snapping can be heard in the distance. The two stop in their tracks.
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Emily: Hide. Now.
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The pair quickly but carefully move to the side, and crouch down behind some shrubbery. Emily turns slightly to get a better view of what is outside.
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Running from the right of the camera view, there can be seen a human male, wearing a tattered suit. He is barefoot. He looks around wildly, before coming to a stop and breathing heavily.
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Man: Is there anyone there? I saw something, and it was looking at me! Hello? Is anyone out there? You have to help me! Please, someone-
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A blur seen from the right side of the camera rushes toward the man in a flash, grabbing him and immediately slamming him against a nearby tree. The man screams.
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A three-meter-tall humanoid entity with large muscle mass can be seen holding the man up against the tree. It has no skin, and its body consists of only muscle tissue, organs, and blood vessels, somehow connected to form a whole body. Further review of this entity suggests that the shape of the entity’s body resembles that of a Yeren.
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The entity carries a scythe, and as the man screams, the entity, in a particularly rapid motion, raises its arm and immediately plunges the scythe toward the man. The tip of the scythe goes through the man’s open mouth, tears through his neck, and embeds itself into the tree. Blood gushes from the man’s neck, dripping to the ground below. Gurgling noises can be heard.
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Emily looks at Merek, who puts his finger to his mouth, indicating that they should stay quiet. As they slowly begin to quietly step away from the entity, it begins to speak.
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Entity: That’s better.
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The entity grabs its scythe and removes it from the tree and the man’s neck, dropping the man to the floor. The man can still be heard gurgling.
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Entity: Oh, don’t worry about it, it’ll heal up soon. You’ll be fine.
+
Merek and Emily slowly and quietly move through the forest, making sure to make as little noise as possible. As they continue to move forward, Merek steps on a twig.
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Merek: Shit.
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The entity immediately turns its head toward the pair, and in a flash, dashes directly toward them. It stops, just in front of Merek, and waits. Merek slowly raises his arms, and gestures to Emily to do the same.
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Entity: Please be more quiet next time.
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Merek gives the entity two thumbs up. It nods, and walks away from the pair. Once it moves far away enough, the pair quietly move ahead, before they get to a spot where they are sure that the entity will not hear them.
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Emily: Who even is that?
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Merek: I know him. Rule 408. No loud noises when he’s nearby.
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Merek: One time he went to camp and someone blasted thrash metal from their speakers. The guy heard it, went over to one of the tents, and kept bashing his head against the speakers until they broke. We added a new rule from then on.
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Emily: Sean’s right. It’s making everything worse for them. We have to help them.
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Merek: We will. I will.
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The pair walk through the path ahead of them, as it continues to twist and turn in several directions. As they keep moving, a bright light suddenly shines on the pair from above. The light illuminates the forest, giving it the appearance of a non-anomalous forest. The trees look similar to the trees seen in Shawnee State Forest, and the leaves are an orange, yellow, and brown color.
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Image of the rock with the carving that Officer Blake spotted.
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Emily’s camera captures a rock, carved with the image of a circle and an eye, with a line passing through the middle of the eye. The light subsequently dissipates, leaving the forest in darkness.
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Emily: That must’ve been the ‘sun’ that Sean was talking about.
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Merek: Came up shorter than I thought.
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Merek: Wait, quick question. How long have we been here?
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Emily: That is a good question. I’d say a few hours, give or take.
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Merek: Yeah, but if what Sean said is true, I want to know how long we’ve actually been in this place.
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Emily: I don’t think we’ll know until we get out of here.
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Merek: Fair enough.
+
The two continue down the path. The path leads to another clearing in the forest. The two slow to a stop, as they see three figures in the distance.
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Merek: Great.
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In the distance, Allan, the skinless entity from before, and a large entity with the body of a scorpion and the face, arms, and torso of a man can be seen conversing with one another.
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Allan: Any luck with finding them yet?
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The skinless entity from before speaks up.
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Entity: I found two. They were trying to sneak through the forest.
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Allan: Where did you see them go?
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Entity: They’re near this area. Don’t know where.
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Allan: Then we must find them. She is speaking with me again, and she needs more.
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Scorpion Entity: Sir, this hunt of yours is beginning to be a waste of time. How many of these wardens does she need before she is satisfied?
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Allan: They left us to rot here, my friend. You know what they did. We all know what they did.
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Allan: How many times have you heard these fools call us the monsters who prey on their children? They were the ones who set this madness into motion. They do not care about your needs. They do not care about your suffering. They will cast you out and leave you to die.
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Scorpion Entity: But she wants us to take them to her, for what reason?
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Allan: Retribution. That is the only clear course of action here.
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Allan: Find the two wanderers, and bring them to me. With them, we’ll obtain the rest shortly.
+
The two entities nod, and head in different directions. Allan leans its ear close to a tree, as if listening for something. It hears nothing, and stands straight before looking off into the distance.
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Allan: Excellent. It’s not watching me.
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Allan smiles, with the edges of its mouth stretching to the tips of its ears.
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Allan: Now the real game can begin. They have no idea.
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Allan vanishes from the space, leaving only a dark fog, resembling a portal. This fog subsequently dissipates.
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Merek: What does he mean by that?
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Emily: He might be playing his own game. He lied to us earlier about the entities. He’s planning something.
+
Merek: Let’s hope we figure this out before he gets to us first.
+
The pair hurry down the path ahead, until they reach an eventual end. Ahead of them are the debris of what looks to be an abandoned facility, with moss and rust covering the exterior of the facility.
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Emily: This is it. This is where we’ll find what we’re looking for.
+
Merek: Let’s end this.
+
The two enter the facility, closing the doors behind them.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.5: Exploration Log 4
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The following is the fourth segment of Emily and Merek’s exploration inside SCP-8035-1.
+
+
<Begin Log>
+
Emily and Merek are seen walking down a corridor, with white walls and a sterile surrounding. The lights in the ceiling continue to flicker every few seconds.
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Merek: Do you feel like something is off about this?
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Emily: I’ve been in abandoned places before. This doesn’t look that off to me.
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Merek: Still, I’m getting this weird feeling in my stomach. Like something’s about to happen.
+
Emily: We should be alert, then. We can’t let ourselves be jumped by another anomaly. Not right now.
+
Emily and Merek continue to walk down the corridor. They eventually turn left, to another corridor. Merek notices something on the wall to the left. It is a logo of a circle, with three arrows pointing inwards.
+
Emily: How?
+
Merek: You were here before.
+
Emily: No one has ever told us this. The director didn’t mention anything about this.
+
Merek: Maybe she knew, and couldn’t tell you.
+
Emily: That doesn’t sound like something she would do. She would never allow something like this to stay hidden.
+
Merek: You said that they wouldn’t allow you to enter the forest or talk with our forest neighbors, right?
+
Emily: They had very specific restrictions.
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Merek: Well, now we know why.
+
Emily: You’re suggesting that we did this?
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Merek: From what I see, the evidence is pretty damning. But we can find out otherwise.
+
The pair continue down the corridor and turn left. Down this corridor are containment cells, with each door to the containment cell left open. As the pair move through this corridor, in one of the cells there can be seen dried blood on the floor.
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Emily: What even happened here?
+
As the pair reach the end of the corridor, the camera’s audio picks up faint whispering, and an entity with long, black hair that reaches down to its shoulders and a white dress passes through an intersection between two corridors, from left to right. Merek and Emily do not notice these occurrences.
+
They turn down another corridor, with more containment cells. The doors at the end of the corridor lead to a cafeteria.
+
Merek: I’m not ready for this.
+
Emily: Nowhere to go but forwards.
+
Emily opens the doors, and the pair step inside. Inside the cafeteria, there are a large number of corpses littered around the area. They are melted and charred, and fused to the walls and the floor.
+
Emily: Oh my god.
+
Merek: I think I’m going to be sick.
+
Emily: We have to keep going.
+
Merek: Through the bodies?
+
Emily: Just walk over them, don’t step on anything.
+
The pair pass through the cafeteria, making sure not to step on any of the corpses. They eventually make it to the door on the far end, but before they can open it, Merek notices a body fused to the wall, with its eye and parts of its mouth still able to function. Its eye turns to look at him, and its mouth can be seen twitching.
+
Merek: We have to go. Go!
+
Emily and Merek pass through the doors, and continue to walk at a quick pace through various sections of the facility. Nothing of significance occurs during this period. They eventually reach a room that looks to be an administrative office, with a large table in the center of the room and various filing cabinets in the back wall.
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Merek: I’m getting sick of this.
+
Emily: This might be where they put all their documentation. We can start looking through the filing cabinets.
+
Merek: We should bring these back to your superiors, right?
+
Emily: We can’t bring them all back. I don’t have enough room for-
+
Emily looks at the table. A large duffel bag is seen on the table. It was not present when Emily and Merek entered the room.
+
Merek: Well, that’s convenient.
+
Emily: I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.
+
Merek: What, is there gonna be a head in the bag? I’ve already seen enough bullshit today.
+
Merek opens the bag, to find nothing.
+
Merek: See? Nothing to worry about. It’s not like everything’s out here to murder us. We can never be too ca-
+
The surroundings are enveloped in complete darkness. Merek is nowhere to be seen. Emily is standing in a dark void, alone.
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Emily: Merek? Merek? Damnit.
+
Emily looks around. There is an object in the far distance. Emily walks in the direction of the object, and as she gets closer, she sees a large bronze statue of herself. A plaque on the base reads ‘EMILY BLAKE, HERO OF THE FOUNDATION’.
+
Emily: What even—
+
The surroundings shift. Emily is now in a building similar to a standard Foundation facility. The area is in disrepair, and the blaring sound of a klaxon can be heard in the distance.
+
Several corpses of unknown researchers in lab coats are seen scattered around the floor. The PA system in the facility suddenly activates, and a deep voice can be heard.
+
Unknown: Failure. Cretin. Worm. You could not save them. You failed to protect them.
+
Unknown: The locks will shatter, and the cracks in the foundations, your Foundation, will form. You will die like the rest.
+
Emily runs through the hallway, and turns a corner. The surroundings revert to the office where Emily was standing before.
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Emily: I need to find Merek.
+
Immediately after, Merek slams the door open, and nearly collapses against the doorframe. Emily rushes to his side.
+
Emily: Are you okay?
+
Merek: What does it look like?
+
Emily: What did you see?
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Merek: Spiders. Too many spiders.
+
Emily: It’s trying to trick us. It’s playing with our fears.
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Merek: Well, it’s gonna have to try a lot harder than that.
+
Emily and Merek pick up the documentation, shove them in the bag, and move to leave the office. As they cross the door, the surroundings shift.
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Emily and Merek appear in the void. A tape recorder is seen sitting on a small, round table. Merek picks it up and examines it.
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Emily: What is this?
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Merek: Only one way to find out.
+
Merek plays the tape. Two distorted voices can be heard.
+
Unknown 1: What’s up?
+
Unknown 2: I’ve been calling your name five times, and you didn’t even look at me.
+
Unknown 1: I’m trying, alright? I’m sorry, but I can’t-
+
Unknown 2: You never listen to me.
+
Unknown 1: I know that! I’m trying, but I can’t fix that. There’s nothing I can do.
+
Unknown 2: There is. You’re not slow, but you need to figure this stuff out. Unless you’re ignoring me.
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Unknown 1: I’m not ignoring you. I’m not, I promise.
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Unknown 2: I’m just sick of you not understanding shit. You don’t ask people things. You don’t even try.
+
Unknown 1: It doesn’t matter that much.
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Unknown 2: It does to me. You don’t talk to anybody at school. You’re a nobody. How are you going to function once you leave the house?
+
Unknown 1: I can talk to people. I’m learning things.
+
Unknown 2: I don’t think you know anything at all. I’m worried about you, man. I don’t want you to get kicked to the curb.
+
Unknown 1: I can think for myself. I just slip up too often.
+
Unknown 2: You’ve done a lot more than just ‘slip up’, dumbass.
+
The surroundings revert to their previous state.
+
Emily: God, I- Who even was that?
+
Merek looks to the floor, and says nothing.
+
Unknown: That was what he’s been hiding from you this whole time.
+
The pair turn around. In front of them is an entity with a black trenchcoat and a black fedora.
+
Allan: I had quite a fun time watching you stumble around and revisit your worst nightmares.
+
Emily: Why are you doing this?
+
Allan: None of this was my doing. This is the true power of this place. You have desires, and you perceive things around you in your own way. Eventually you obsess over these desires, and you fear what would come if you lose them. These are no mere falsehoods.
+
Merek: Already figured that out. What do you want?
+
Allan: An audience for the spectacle ahead. I want your Foundation to know that their hard work will finally be complete.
+
Allan: Go ahead and look through those documents. Once you’re done, come find me. I’ll be waiting to start my grand finale.
+
Allan: You’ve done your part, so I will do mine.
+
Allan tips his fedora, and immediately vanishes. Emily and Merek are shifted to the exit of the facility.
+
Emily: I’m going to stop him.
+
Merek: How?
+
Emily: We know how this place works. So we’ll turn it against him.
+
Emily closes her eyes. After a few seconds, she opens them, and looks at her hand. She is now holding a nine-millimeter semi-automatic handgun.
+
Merek: Whoa.
+
Emily checks the ammo of the gun.
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Emily: Only one bullet, of course. But it’ll have to do.
+
Emily opens the door, and leaves the facility, with Merek in tow.
+
<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.6: Recovered Documentation
+
The following is a collection of documents found in the abandoned facility inside SCP-8035-1. These documents contain transcripts of audio recordings, interviews, and notes left by the personnel of this facility.
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Journal Entry from Unknown Author. April 9, 1939.
+
+Got some new ones today. Director Huxley wants them for the new phase of his “experimentation trials.” God knows what that means.
+
+They came down from Zane’s Trace, a frontier road built in the early 1800s, used by many Irish immigrants. It connects from St. Clairsville down to Adams County, right next to where we are.
+
+They call themselves “The Wanderers”. Group of a bunch of faeries, Sasquatch, and creatures that look like they just walked right out of a fairy tale. We found a Cyclops that only speaks in rhyme, a few goblins strolling around, a banshee, and even an Aqrabuamelu! I never thought I’d get to see sights such as these.
+
+They’re all displaced, for some reason or another. A large number of them have some sort of mental or physical condition. They grouped up together, to help one another and to fight to protect each other and their rights as citizens of our great country. It’s a nice sentiment.
+
+I keep hearing how the director is conducting his tests, and extracting blood from these people. Apparently he is “determining their taint.” It’s not my business to snoop around, but I’m beginning to suspect that something is going on behind the scenes, and whatever it is, it can’t be good.
+
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+
+
Interview between Director Huxley and [[ILLEGIBLE]]
+
+
<Begin Log>
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Kegley: Here she is, sir. Your ‘oracle.’
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Director Huxley looks through the glass in the observation room, at a young girl, sitting in a chair in the center of the room.
+
Huxley: I will speak to the entity. You will record this conversation through the audio receiver.
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Kegley: Affirmative, sir.
+
Director Huxley enters the room, and sits in a chair opposite from the entity.
+
Huxley: Good afternoon, Dorothy. I will be your interviewer for today.
+
Entity: Sal Norton Huxley, your hubris will be your downfall.
+
Huxley shifts in his seat.
+
Huxley: Care to elaborate?
+
Entity: Your mission will not work. It is infeasible. Your traditional ways and your cult will fail you. This place will turn to ash.
+
Huxley: Can you give the exact details of when and how this place will fall?
+
Entity: I will never give you a when. But you will know it when you hear the screams, and the tearing of flesh, and the knowledge that you, director, have failed. You will forever be a footnote in history.
+
Huxley smiles.
+
Huxley: We’ll see about that.
+
Huxley leaves the room, and looks at Kegley.
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Huxley: We shall continue our mission as intended.
+
<End Log>
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+
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+
Audio Recording of Interaction between Director Huxley and Engineer George Adler. July 21, 1939.
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+
<Begin Log>
+
Adler enters Huxley’s office. Huxley is seen at his desk, shuffling some papers. He looks up at Adler, and smiles.
+
Huxley: What brings you here today, George?
+
Adler: There’s been a backwash of esoteric waste. We’ve been estimating that it can go critical in a month or so.
+
Huxley: That’s concerning.
+
Adler: We need a better system to deal with this. If you’re just going to keep being careless and let this excess magic junk from your experiments seep into our primitive ‘recycling’ system, it will mix with all the dimensional and temporal objects stored upstairs and kill us all. We need to get Acroamatic Abatement to fix this. Promptly.
+
Huxley: I will send them a notice. You can expect this to be solved in about three weeks.
+
Adler: Three weeks isn’t enough. That estimate I gave you was just a rough guess. We don’t know when any of this is going to blow.
+
Huxley: I have important business to attend to. Your situation will be addressed at another time.
+
Adler: What kind of ‘important business’? Your experiments? Hiding away in your office nearly every day? Your constant insistence on this nonsense ‘mission’?
+
Huxley: I am doing important work, work that will keep our Veil alive. You are sympathizing with these creatures. They are trying to convince you to release them from their restraints. They want nothing more than to go out to our world and spread their taint. We must remove this taint.
+
Adler: Is that why you’ve been collecting their blood?
+
Huxley: They need to be saved. I must make a cure, to fix their slow minds, and their physical conditions. They need our help.
+
Adler: I don’t think they need anything, especially from someone like you.
+
Huxley: Do you want to be labeled a traitor? Are you going to run out and free them all when I’m not looking?
+
Adler: I’m not going to be a deserter. But we need to reevaluate what we’re doing here.
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Huxley: There is only one clear course of action here. We must fix them.
+
<End Log>
+
+
+
+
Notes from Director Huxley. August 30, 1939.
+
+It is my God-given right to free these beings from the conditions holding them back.
+
+They are content with having these conditions. They think they’re just as alive as us, and they are willing to keep slowing themselves from their natural evolution as a people.
+
+We must save these creatures from their own annihilation. I can’t imagine what would happen if we released them into our society. If the schizophrenics and the psychopaths of the world were to ever reach our children…
+
+But that will not happen. I will see this through. They must be cured. I will find a cure.
+
+
+
+
Audio Recording. August 31, 1939.
+
+
Note: It is undetermined how this transcription was created, as it transcribes the events that resulted in the destruction of the facility residing in SCP-8035-1.
+
<Begin Log>
+
Several explosions and screams can be heard. A loud whirring noise and sounds of what could be described as squelching can be heard in the distance. The announcement system of the facility is activated, and Director Huxley’s voice can be heard.
+
Huxley: Good evening, staff at Site-35. It is with a heavy heart that I must tell you all that I failed. Go ahead. Have your guffaw. But this is not the end. No, it’s a new beginning.
+
Huxley: I have started a lockdown. No one can get in or out. You can hear the sounds, can’t you? This is our chance. This is my chance, to become something more, and to rid the world of the taint that plagues it. In just a few moments, I will be a god. Our status quo will be preserved.
+
Huxley:Witness me.
+
The audio feed cuts out.
+
<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.7: Exploration Log 5
+
The following is the final segment of Emily and Merek’s exploration inside SCP-8035-1.
+
+
<Begin Log>
+
Emily and Merek are seen walking down a path in the forest. No sound can be heard other than the leaves crunching beneath the pair’s feet.
+
Merek: He’s going to kill us.
+
Emily: We’re dying in here no matter what we do. We can at least try.
+
Merek: But I don’t want to die! I don’t want to sacrifice myself for some stupid cause. There has to be another way.
+
Emily: If you want to turn around and go back, I’m not going to stop you. But I can’t just sit here and let him do his thing.
+
Merek: I can’t play the hero. I’m not like you.
+
Emily: But you’re still here, helping as much as you can. That’s good enough for me.
+
The pair continue to walk through the path. Faint whispering is picked up by the camera’s audio, but is not heard by Emily or Merek.
+
Merek: You saw what happened back there, right?
+
Emily: Yeah.
+
Merek: I hurt your friend. My brother. And I’m sorry.
+
Merek: It’s no excuse, but I’ve always felt like nothing I did or said ever mattered to people. I was just a pushover to everybody around me.
+
Merek: I thought he was ignoring me, because he could. Because I didn’t matter to him. But he did care. He already was going through a lot, and all I ever did for him was rub salt in the wound.
+
Merek: He’s never going to want to see me again. And that’s 100% warranted. But I want to talk to him again. I miss him, I really do.
+
Emily: I don't think you're being ignored. All those kids look up to you, right?
+
Merek: Yes. Which makes me feel worse. I kept harassing him and gained nothing from it. He’ll forever feel like shit, because of me.
+
Emily: He’s more forgiving than you think.
+
Merek: Not to me.
+
Emily: You’re not an exception. If you want to see him again, you’ll have to call him, to arrange something. He’s not calling first.
+
Merek: What if he doesn’t want to see me?
+
Emily: You have to give him time. Healing takes time, and effort. You have to put in the effort. You can’t half-ass it, and pretend like it’s all better now. You have to put in the work.
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Merek: I understand.
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The pair stop in their tracks, as a loud screeching sound can be heard from up above.
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Emily: Get down.
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The pair crouch down near some shrubbery, as a twelve-meter-long entity with the appearance of an eagle flies in the sky above Emily and Merek, and passes by them. Its wingspan is 24 meters long.
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Emily: Got anything about that in your rules?
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Merek: No.
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Emily: Let’s quiet down and get to Allan before anything else tries to spot us.
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The two walk through the path ahead. After five minutes of traversing the forest, they end up in another clearing in the forest.
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Allan can be seen, hovering in the center of this clearing, with its arms raised.
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It spots the two approaching it, and floats to the ground below.
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Allan: Welcome. You’re about to see my work finally being accomplished.
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Emily: We’re not going to let that happen.
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Allan smiles.
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Allan: My work is almost complete. There is nothing you can do.
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Allan: The world outside is healing. You’ve seen the numbers trickle down. Everyone wants a quiet life, with no worries to be had, no conflicts, and not a single taint in sight. Normality is the key to keep the gears of civilization turning. I am healing the world and humanity as a species.
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Merek: And you think that’s a good thing?
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Allan: I am saving these creatures, Merek. I have found the cure to the taint that plagues them. I can help your brother, as well. I can make him be the brother that you always wanted to have.
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Merek: Don’t even think about bringing Mike up again.
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Allan: He is diseased, Merek. They are all diseased. They are unloved, wretched creatures who can’t even sustain themselves as members of society! And they try to pretend that they’re just like you and me. That is not the case. But I can save them.
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Merek: I won’t let you take him from me. Where is he?
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Allan: At his office. His involvement became unnecessary when I found the two of you. But I could have saved him, along with the rest.
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Emily: They don’t need to be saved. There’s nothing wrong with them.
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Allan scowls.
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Allan: You won’t understand like I do. I know what it’s like. I am just as affected by the corruption in this forest as they are.
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Allan: I remember when I saw two visitors in this place for the first time. They were lost, and confused. I lured the male away from his companion, and I snapped his neck.
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Allan: The female kept calling out to her companion, and she was shouting the same word every time. Allan, Allan, Allan. It was irritating. But I knew then that something was wrong with me. So I fled, and took the male’s corpse with me.
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Allan: I can never feel whole again. Even after every drop of blood I’ve stolen from the visitors, I still have this taint. They corrupted me.
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Allan: You must let me finish what I started. You must let me be their savior, before it’s too late.
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Emily: No. You’re going to fail, just like you did all those years ago.
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Allan: Sal Norton Huxley was weak. He does not have the power that I wield. Let me end this.
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Emily: I have sworn to fulfill my duty to protect and serve the people. The people in this forest are no exception. I will not let you harm them.
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Allan: And I had high expectations for you. What a shame.
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An imperceptible force slams Emily and Merek down to the ground below. Emily is dragged through the dirt and is lifted into the air, while Merek is restrained by the force.
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Allan slowly closes his hand to form a fist, and Emily starts to choke, as her windpipe slowly begins to be crushed.
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Allan: Can you feel it, Emily? Every failure, every hesitation. They’re choking you!
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As Emily struggles in midair, she slowly reaches for her holster and pulls out the handgun. She fires a single shot, directly into Allan’s left eye socket. Blood begins to pour out of the eye socket, and Emily is dropped to the ground below.
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Allan: I respect the effort. But a single bullet won’t be enough to save you now.
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Allan’s wound instantly heals, and it thrusts its arm forward, and lightning shoots out of its fingers, directed towards Merek. It sustains this lightning, and Merek convulses and screams.
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Allan: This is what happens when you sympathize with their ilk, Merek! You will suffer just as I and many others have before you.
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Emily: Stop! Wait-
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Emily is grabbed by another imperceptible force, and is thrown into a nearby tree. She crumples to the floor.
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Allan: Pitiful fools. You will-
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A gunshot can be heard from the distance, and Allan is struck by another bullet, this time in the head. It is thrown back for several meters.
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Sean: I think it’s time for you to realize that we outnumber you 264 to one.
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Sean walks into the clearing, carrying a Remington Model 17 shotgun.
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Allan: Excellent. Now I have more nuisances to deal with.
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Sean: We’re not the monsters that you think we are. We experience everything around us in different ways than you, and we’re put in a position where we constantly have to fend for ourselves. That’s why it’s so hard for us, everywhere we go. Because the world won’t adjust for us; they’d rather knock us down at every turn than take the effort to acknowledge that we exist. But I do know one thing. We’re going to be okay, in the end. We’ll all be okay.
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Allan: You are content with this. You think there’s nothing wrong with you.
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Sean: I’m not content with what I have. Things can hurt for us. A lot of things hurt for me, right now. I was never proud of what I have, and I don’t know if I ever will. But I’m not going to allow some shmuck to try and ‘save’ something that he doesn’t understand.
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Sean: I want a world where we can acknowledge the pain, see both sides, and still celebrate ourselves as who we are. I want a world that can at least try to accept that we exist, one that accommodates our needs, no matter what we need. It’s going to hurt, but no matter what, I’m going to live my life the way I see fit.
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Merek slowly gets up, along with Emily.
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Merek: This place is made out of what people think, right? If that’s the case, maybe all of this is what you perceive, and not objective truth. It’s what you think. The state losing its anomalies, the grotesque-looking people, the fact that you're a godlike being, all of this is just what you want. You see them as monsters, and you want everything to be what you think is normal.
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Allan: I will not be silenced by your lies. I am their savior. I will—
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A large entity swoops down from the air and grabs Allan. It is the same eagle-like entity from before. It grabs Allan by the legs with its talons and swings Allan’s head directly into a tree.
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Allan falls to the ground, and takes a few seconds to get back up.
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Allan: Is that all you have? I cannot die here. You will not be able to prevent my eschaton.
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Sean: Sure you can’t die, but you can still feel the pain.
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In a flash, the entity without skin rapidly approaches Allan from behind it, grabs it, and slams its head into the tree repeatedly. The entity is eventually pushed away by another force.
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Allan: You-
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An arrow pierces Allan’s shoulders. The scorpion entity runs into the clearing from the right, wielding a bow and arrow.
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Five other entities also enter the clearing. The main entity is a pale humanoid with four arms wearing a red dress with wide shoulders and puffy sleeves, a red beret, and white elbow-length gloves. Four emaciated entities are seen standing behind it.
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Entity: About time someone finally knocks some sense into this wet smack.
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Sean: Here to join the party, Judith?
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Judith: I dreamt of this day for the longest time. I wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.
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Allan: That is enough.
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Allan pulls the arrow out of its shoulder and begins to float up, high above in the air.
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Allan: You’re all congregating, just to remove me from my rightful place as your savior.
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Allan: But deep down, you know you can’t defeat me. I rule these woods. I am your god. You will bow down to me, eventually.
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Emily: You’re not the one in control. There’s one other person who’s in charge of this place, right?
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There is silence.
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Allan: Oh.
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Two massive arms reach out from the darkness of the forest, and drag Allan by the legs. It screams as it is being taken away.
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Sean: Here she is.
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An entity with long, dark hair and a white dress is seen entering the clearing. Its eyes are like those of a snake’s, with elliptical pupils and yellow sclera.
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Entity: You should not have come.
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Emily: Hello, miss. I’m sorry that we’re trespassing in your space. We were on a mission to find some missing people who were trapped in this place.
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Entity: I know. I wanted them here.
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Merek: Hold on, what?
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Entity: Your Foundation knows what happened to this place, and yet they continue to ignore us. I told him to bring them to me, but he kept them all for himself.
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Emily: I know about the abandoned site now, but I was never told about any of this. I don’t even think our director fully knows what’s going on here.
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Entity: Ah, Madeline. I wonder how she feels, having to lock up her kin.
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Entity: I know that none of you would have knowledge of this place, because they wouldn’t let you know of this place.
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Merek: Who?
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The entity turns, and points a finger at a nearby tree. A light fog is created near the tree, showing a visual of a meeting room, with a large conference table in the center of the room. Thirteen individuals are seen sitting at this table, four of which are female, six male, and present is a spectral entity, a cat, and a supercomputer.
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Unknown: We must not let this be known by the wider anomalous community, or our personnel. We cannot let this be known by anyone.
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The cat paws at a microphone on the table, and activates it.
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Unknown: There are still people trapped in there! They need our support. Our personnel and the humanoids will be slowly consumed by this anomaly if we keep ignoring this.
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Unknown:The risk of sending a team to rescue these individuals is too great, according to my calculations.
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Unknown: Your calculations are always at least partially incorrect, and you know it.
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Unknown:My calculations are clear. We cannot help them. We must leave them.
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Unknown: They’re right. We can’t risk any of our men. They’ll just have to live with it.
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Unknown: They won’t forgive us for this.
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Unknown: I know. But we have to do what needs to be done. The Veil must not be broken.
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Unknown: I say we move in favor of this proposal. All in support?
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The fog dissipates.
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Emily: No.
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Entity: You say you’ve changed your ways, that you’re more willing to cooperate with us. How many other lies have they told you?
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Emily: I don’t get it. This isn’t the Foundation I know.
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Entity: Of course it isn’t. The Foundation that you know is not the Foundation of reality.
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Entity: We were more forgiving. We trusted that they would change, and we went along with their lies. Never again.
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Merek: Quick question. Who is ‘we’?
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Entity: Us.
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Several bodies can be seen rising from the ground below. Each of them are bodies of researchers, security officers, administrative personnel, and several other unidentified bodies. They all begin to speak simultaneously.
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Entities: We are the screams of those you damned on August the 31st, 1939.
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The bodies crumple to the ground, unmoving.
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Entity: We cannot trust you. You will not change in meaningful ways. You are not protecting us. You will never be protectors.
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Emily: I’ve seen what you’ve been through. And I can’t just let you rot here. I want to help.
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Entity: Help? You are not making the decisions. You are not the ones condemning us to die. You can do nothing. The best thing you can do is leave.
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Merek: Miss, if I may?
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Entity: You may speak, Merek.
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Merek: I know you’ve been ignored for the longest time, but that will change. I’m not the Foundation. I’m not here to uphold some dumb status quo. We came here to help, so we’re gonna help.
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Merek: The Foundation can’t change what it did. I can’t change what I did. But we can learn from the past. We can strive to grow, to change for the better. Healing takes effort. Change requires action. We’ll take all the action that we can take.
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Entity: Your acquaintance is a cog in a large, efficient machine. Take one cog away, nothing changes.
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Emily: Remove one cog, and the machine will noticeably stagnate. If we can get enough people to help us, drastic changes will happen.
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Entity: Your sites tear each other apart daily. There is no sense of camaraderie. You will be alone in this fight.
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Emily: Even if I’m the only person willing to make things change, I will try to help you. We can work together, and try to fix this.
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Entity: I am not willing to be left to die for a second time.
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Emily: You won’t be left to die. I will not let them be forgotten.
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Entity: You must understand that I cannot take your words lightly. Everything you see here is your doing.
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Entity: When you build a prison of stone and steel, you merely present the prisoner with a challenge. Any truly determined prisoner will find a way out.
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Entity: Your promises of aid are only promises, nothing concrete. If you want to help us, you must prove it. Remove your site from the greater Foundation, and then we’ll talk.
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Emily: That’s going to be harder than-
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Entity: You still hesitate. You will always hesitate. Nothing greater can be done to help us than for you to set your own path.
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Entity: We will remove everything that your Foundation stands for. Nothing will remain of your Veil. You must eradicate the Council in its entirety, or we will remove them for you. We will let you leave for you to decide.
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Merek: What about the missing people? What about my brother?
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Entity: I’ve already put them back in their place, and your brother is alive and safe. You may leave as you wish.
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The entity snaps its fingers, and the environment is shifted to another area in the forest. Only Emily and Merek are seen.
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Merek: Well, at least we’re still alive.
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Emily: I think we should take a lot more from this than ‘glad I’m not dead.’
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Merek: What should we do, then? We didn’t help these people in the slightest.
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Emily: We’ll head over to the site, together. Tell the director everything. She’ll know what to do.
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Merek: I don’t want this to be all for nothing.
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Emily: It won’t be.
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Emily: I remember something a friend once told me. ‘Más ven cuatro ojos que dos.’ Four eyes see more than two.
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Merek: We can’t half-ass it.
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Emily: Exactly. We have to try. So let’s do that, together.
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The two enter the Way in front of them, and exit SCP-8035-1. The sun is seen, high in the sky. A Foundation van can be seen in the distance.
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Emily: You ready?
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Merek: More than I ever was.
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The two start to walk towards the van.
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Merek: One more thing before we go.
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Merek: I’m going to call Mike, but if he doesn’t answer, can you tell him that I want to talk, and make things up with him?
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Emily: You’re going to have to talk with Mike about that whole thing yourself. But I’ll tell him.
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Merek looks at the ground.
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Merek: Thank you.
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The van approaches Emily and Merek. One agent disembarks the van, and walks closer to Emily and Merek.
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Emily: Ximena?
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Ximena: Emily?
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Ximena runs up to Emily and embraces her.
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Ximena: I’m so glad you’re okay.
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Emily: Hey, it’s alright, we made it out. I’m right here.
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Merek: It’s been a hell of a few hours.
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Ximena: A few hours?
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Ximena pulls away from Emily and takes a step back.
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Ximena: You don’t know?
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Emily: Is something wrong?
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Ximena: You’ve been gone for six months.
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There is a short pause.
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Merek:What?
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Emily: That has to be a joke. You’re joking.
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Ximena: I’m being completely serious. Everyone thought you died in that forest.
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Merek’s eyes go wide, and he turns toward the tree line, and to the entrance to SCP-8035-1. High-pitched laughter can be heard emanating from the tree line.
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Emily: No. No. This can’t be happening.
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Merek: The kids. What about the kids? Are they-
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Ximena: They’re fine. And so is your brother.
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Merek: I have to get back to the camp.
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Ximena: We’ll be heading back there for your debriefing, anyway. Let’s get out of here.
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The team heads back to the van. As the van drives toward the campground, Emily and Merek stare back at the entrance to SCP-8035-1. The laughter can still be heard.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 8035.8: Update
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As of 2024/01/15, the rate of anomalous manifestations in the state of Ohio has increased to 50% of those reported in the late 1930s. After approval from Site-35’s director, a majority approval from the Classification Committee, and a 6-5-2 vote from the O5 Council, SCP-8035’s object class has been changed to Pudicitia.4
Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-8051 has been purchased by a Foundation front company, and a security perimeter established. No civilians are to be allowed access to SCP-8051, and neither instance of SCP-8051-1 are to be allowed to leave. No open flames are permitted within the vicinity of SCP-8051.
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A research station has been set up on-site to facilitate investigation.
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Description: SCP-8051 is a three-story manor house located near the village of Lerry, England.
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The building and all objects within it are composed entirely from woven thread, including the walls and foundations. Despite the issues such a construction would normally encounter, SCP-8051 shows no signs of structural instability. Any damage inflicted to SCP-8051 will regenerate over the course of two to three minutes, with new material appearing where required.
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SCP-8051 is host to two humanoid entities, hereafter referred to as SCP-8051-1A and SCP-8051-1B.
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SCP-8051-1A and SCP-8051-1B resemble a human male and female of advanced age respectively, but inspection shows that they are also composed entirely of thread. The origin of these entities is as of yet unknown, but they will spontaneously materialize in a closet on the third floor of SCP-8051. Upon materialization, the entities proceed to their preferred location within the house and remain there for as long as possible.
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Inevitably, however, the SCP-8051-1 entities will suffer some form of accidental damage shortly after materialization. This superficial damage will then slowly spread and exacerbate until the entity completely disintegrates into its base components. Evidence suggests this process is painful. Attempts have been made to prevent this accidental damage by restraining the instance, but this has caused said accidental damage in every case.
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Two to three hours following destruction, a new instance of the destroyed SCP-8051-1 instance will materialize in the upstairs closet.
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No records of SCP-8051's existence prior to 2023 have been found. A family portrait sewn into the wall of the main foyer identifies the SCP-8051-1 entities as 'Henry and Eleanor Cotton'. No trace of these individuals existing has been found, save for a fostering application filed in the year 1870.
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Addendum 8051-1 (SCP-8051-1 Behavioural Patterns)
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Following materialization, the SCP-8051-1 entities display distinct and consistent patterns in behaviour.
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SCP-8051-1A, 'Eleanor Cotton', will without exception retreat to the bedroom on the third floor and assume the fetal position on the floor. It will not vocalize or acknowledge the presence of any other individuals, but analysis of facial expressions and body language suggest a constant state of anxiety. Presumably, it behaves in this manner in an attempt to avoid suffering damage and the disintegration that follows.
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It is not successful.
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SCP-8051-1B, 'Henry Cotton', will proceed towards the sitting room on the first floor of SCP-8051 upon materialization. If it reaches this room alive, it will then sit down in an armchair, face the unlit fireplace, and continuously vocalize until disintegration. Like SCP-8051-1A, it does not acknowledge the presence of other individuals — its speech consists of a perpetual and variably coherent stream of consciousness. The majority of this speech is an entreaty to an unidentified entity it believes to be responsible for its current status, attempting to convince it to release SCP-8051-1B.
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Again, it is not successful.
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Samples of SCP-8051-1B's speech are included below:
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"There are things you have to do. Things you have to… in your grandfather's time, you're aware, you have to be aware of the weight on your back, the — the weight of it on your back. There's legacy there and that's important. It's the most important thing. Perhaps even the most important thing. It doesn't keep itself together. It's up to you. It's up to you to keep it together."
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"It wasn't even my idea. That's… it's the unfairness of it, to me, that makes it so unconscionable. Un-con-sci-o-na-ble. That's right. We have standards to these things. There's a… there's a ranking there. There's legacy. You have to — you have to consider the legacy, the burden, when passing… when you're making a decision like that. Why won't you listen? Why won't you listen?!"
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"I mean… nobody even wanted them anyway."
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"This is my house! My house! Do you hear me?! No! You can't do that! It's not… it's not! It's my house! Legacy! Legacy! Do you even understand what that means?! Don't touch it! You can't touch it, it's mine — and it's not fucking cheap! There were circumstances, goddamnit!"
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"For the love of god!"
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Addendum 8051-2 (Tertiary Anomaly)
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During materialization of SCP-8051-1A, research staff on-site noted a mild tremor through the grounds of SCP-8051. Monitoring equipment was installed and confirmed that, on each occasion a new SCP-8051-1 instance materializes, there is a shifting in the structure of the soil throughout the surrounding area.
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During one of these events, ground-penetrating radar confirmed the spontaneous formation of multiple unusually shaped air pockets beneath SCP-8051. These air pockets were observed to move around beneath the house briefly before collapsing upon completed materialization of SCP-8051-1. These pockets would appear to be the cause of the observed tremors.
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While this has not yet been confirmed, analysis of the shapes of these air pockets suggests the presence of numerous tiny humanoids, crawling through the earth.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8069 is hung on a wall within a standard containment chamber in Site-218. Experimentation with the anomaly is to be overseen by the Department of Applied Horology. Foundation agents embedded in local real estate markets are to ensure no livestock farms attempt to open within an eighty-mile vicinity of the area.
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Description: SCP-8069 refers to a Shortt–Synchronome clock, a highly-accurate clock produced in limited amounts between 1922-1956. The clock is entirely indestructible, unable to be damaged by any source known to the Foundation. SCP-8069 has displayed autonomous movement, tracking time corresponding to Central Daylight Time (CDT). Instead of an hourly chime, SCP-8069 is known to produce what resembles oinking noises.
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The primary anomalous property of SCP-8069 is that it showcases significant sway over the sleeping patterns of pigs (Sus domesticus) across an eighty-mile radius. At seemingly-random monthly intervals, SCP-8069 will shift from its standard autonomous movement, quickly moving its hands in a variety of positions. Invariably, this will cause all pigs within the eighty-mile radius to immediately enter a state of REM sleep, regardless of their previous activity. SCP-8069 will continue its movements until the pigs simultaneously wake up, causing it to revert to its standard movement.
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SCP-8069 was previously owned by PoI-011, Richard Chappell, recognized leader of GoI-001 (“The Chicago Spirit”), with it having been hung in his office. Whether PoI-011 was the source of SCP-8069’s anomalous properties remains unclear.
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Addendum 8069.1: Interview Log
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The following is an interview held with an individual designated as PoI-8069, a former associate of PoI-011’s and member of GoI-001.
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«Begin Log»
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Dr. Francis Own enters the interrogation room and sits down at the table across from PoI-8069, who has been bound in restraints. SCP-8069 has been temporarily placed on the side wall of the room.
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Dr. Own: Greetings, my name is Dr. Own. I just have a few questions for you, today.
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PoI-8069: I'm no squealer.
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Dr. Own: If you're cooperative, we might be able to get you out of here.
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PoI-8069 puts his fingers on his chin in consideration.
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PoI-8069: Will I get any dough?
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Dr. Own sighs.
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Dr. Own: I can see what I can do. Trust me, I'm sure what I'm here about today won't be too invasive.
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PoI-8069: Alright, fine. You can ask away.
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Dr. Own: Perfect. So, you see this clock over here?
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Dr. Own gestures towards SCP-8069.
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Dr. Own: This used to be owned by Richard Chappell. Any idea what he used it for?
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PoI-8069: Oh, this is Big Dick's clock? I thought I recognized it from somewhere! Yeah, he used this thing to make sure the pigs were asleep on certain nights. I was never quite sure how it worked, myself.
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Dr. Own: Why did he need to keep pigs asleep? We have no record of him involving himself with, well, farm animals of any kind.
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PoI-8069 raises his eyebrow, staring at Dr. Own in confusion.
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PoI-8069: Not that kind of pigs.
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Dr. Own stays silent for a moment.
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Dr. Own: Do you mean, like… cops?
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PoI-8069: What? Why the hell would I mean cops?
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Dr. Own: What else could you mean?
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«End Log»
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Several hours following the conclusion of the interview, Foundation investigators combed through PoI-011's journal and determined he owned several guinea pigs (Cavia porcellus).
Special Containment Procedures: All remaining Punica granatum1 specimens containing SCP-8543 are located in Site-203's botanical wing; Level-3 access is required for cultivation and testing purposes. All previous specimens have been incinerated as per Protocol-24-D, with MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners") monitoring Prometheus Labs and the Manna Charitable Foundation for any potential future instances.
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Description: SCP-8543 is an anomalous form of folic acid found in the Punica granatum plant, genetically modified by a joint operation between Prometheus Labs and the Manna Charitable Foundation. The Foundation had been aware of various related genetic experiments conducted by Prometheus Labs as part of the Epimetheus Clause (See attached file), but a violation2 of the clause by Lab ███ prompted an intervention. MTF Theta-4 was dispatched, subsequently discovering the modified plants. Seventy-three of eighty-seven specimens were incinerated, with the remainder confiscated by the Foundation, along with all related documents. Site-203 Director of Anomalous Biology Llewellyn Eames and Director of Anomalous Genetics Maya Sarasvati were selected to be Head Researchers for the remaining specimens.
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Addendum-1: Various recordings, notations, and experiment logs conducted by Eames and Sarasvati.
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1 May 2022
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(Dr. Sarasvati knocks on Dr. Eames's door, which is already open. She goes inside. Music can be heard playing.)
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(Dr. Eames has his back to Sarasvati. He is studying a painting.)
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Sarasvati: A fan of the arts, doctor?
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Eames: Sometimes. Do you recognize them?
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Sarasvati: The painting is "The Anatomy Lesson", I believe. Rembrandt. I can't place the music.
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Eames: It's Alexander Borodin's Polovtsian Dances, from his Prince Igor opera. Haunting, innit? The painting's full title is The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp. (He turns to face Sarasvati and smiles.) Sorry, I'm a bit of a stickler when it comes to my hobbies. I take it you're Dr. Sarasvati?
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Sarasvati: Yes, and you're Dr. Eames. Pleasure.
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(They shake hands.)
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Eames:(scoffs) Call me Lew. Everyone else does, 'cept the Director. Wish I'd gotten your file a bit earlier, doctor: I'd like to know what sort of person I'm workin' with. Oh well, I s'pose there'll be plenty o' time for it later.
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Sarasvati:(laughs softly) Maya Sarasvati, Kolkata native, thirty-two, single. I'm more of a reggae fan, personally.
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Eames: That's all right. Lew Eames, Cymry, thirty-eight, also single. I fancy the blues now an' then. You read the file Theta-4 confiscated from that lab?
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Sarasvati: As much as my clearance would allow.
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Eames:(scoffs) More like "as much as them arsonist wankers kept safe from their matches." Bloody psychotic lot of pyromaniacs. We don't even know what those pomegranates do.
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Sarasvati: Not completely. There were two words in the recovered documents that stood out to me when I read them: "purge evil".
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Eames: Yeah, whatever the hell that means. You know where my mind went when I read that line?
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Sarasvati:(shrugs) Some religious context, I assume.
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Eames:(smiles) Anthony Burgess's A Clockwork Orange. Ever read it?
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Sarasvati: I've seen the film.
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Eames: You've seen a mutilated facsimile. But never mind: the novel explores the same forcible expulsion of evil from the human psyche. Gets all philosophical, too, like "is it truly a purge if it purges free will" and "what other lovely human experiences are expelled in the process" and "is it better for a man to be forced into a veneer of change rather than have him choose the change for 'imself." Oh, begging your pardon; I mean him or her.
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Sarasvati:(laughs softly) Am I going to have to have Human Resources in my Contacts list?
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Eames: No, a gentle nudge in the ribs'll do it.
+
(Sarasvati laughs)
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Eames: But, uh, seriously, what do you make of it?
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Sarasvati:(shakes her head) I can only speculate. The Manna Charitable Foundation was involved, so likely they were trying to modify the fruit for some altruistic purpose. Folates are required make DNA and RNA, and metabolizes amino acids for cells, so it's possible they wanted to engineer it into biology.
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Eames: Makes sense — but there's only one way to find out. You ready to begin, doctor?
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Sarasvati: As ready as you are. Oh, and Dr. Eames — I mean, Lew? You can call me Maya.
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Dr. Eames supervising an experiment
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Dr. Maya Sarasvati
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Request Form 883-J
+From: Dr. Eames, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+
+#1: Formally requesting the use of ten (10) D-class subjects for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code.
+
+Request: DENIED
+
+#2: Formally requesting the use of three-hundred (300) Blattella germanica specimens (or similar) for testing SCP-8543's effects on insect genetic code.
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+Request: GRANTED
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(Dr. Sarasvati enters Lab 12, which has been designated for the study of SCP-8543. Dr. Eames is seated, with four opened pomegranate fruits to his right. He is studying a large terrarium.)
+
(Sarasvati approaches Eames, noticing the terrarium is divided into four sections. Each section contains a number of Blattella germanica species.)
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Sarasvati: Hmm, I would've pegged you as a fruit fly user.
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Eames:(grunts) Thomas Hunt Morgan I am not. Besides, the German cockroach is much more durable.
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Sarasvati: If it's durability you want, why not an Aphanotus brevicornis?
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Eames: Hmm?
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Sarasvati: A flour beetle. They can survive up to a hundred-thousand rads.
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Eames: That so? Well, to be honest, I'm not quite so interested in its durability as I am its reputation. (Eames turns around, offering a chair to Sarasvati, who sits.) Remember that phrase in those documents we confiscated? To "purge evil"? That really got me thinking.
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Sarasvati: About the meaning?
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Eames: Rightly so. Bit of a broad term, innit? Evil means many things to many people, same as purging. Mix the two together and you don't know what'll come of it. Does it mean some disreputable gentleman won't rob you with a gun, or does it simply mean a pest ain't a pest no more?
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Sarasvati: Hence the cockroaches.
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Eames: Well, that, and my request for a D-class was denied.
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Sarasvati: That's unusual; you'd think you'd be given a few for this sort of thing.
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Eames: Well, it may be a resource issue. Site-203 don't exactly have em' crammed like sardines in their cells — but I'm thinkin' it's also got to do with genetics. We already know the folate in them seeds is anomalous, based on the scraps filched from Prometheus, and you said yourself that folate does things to one's DNA. Beggin' your pardon for the crude terminology.
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Sarasvati:(laughs softly) It's certainly one way to put it. I think I follow your reasoning, though: we don't even know if this was engineered to affect humans at all. It could just be a pesticide.
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Eames: Rightly so. (grins) Sure am glad I got paired with a bright mind. A fellow what knows his bones from his marrow can only flail about so much where genes is concerned. Enough gabbin', time to study some bugs.
+
(Eames introduces pomegranate seeds containing SCP-8543 into three of the terrarium sections, with non-anomalous seeds put into the fourth as a control. He puts a double amount of seeds into one section.)
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Sarasvati: How many specimens are in each section?
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Eames: Twenty-five. This is just a baseline test. Yeah, lookit em' chow down. I've got another two-hundred waitin' to go once we get some results. (He gestures to a wooden crate to the side.) Do you fancy cockroaches, Maya?
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(She scowls silently. Eames laughs.)
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Eames: Silly question, of course. Not too many people would. Filthy little vermin. I didn't even have to jump through that many hoops to acquire em'. Just a simple form and "here ya go, three-hundred little roaches ready to do their part for science". I think the higher-ups wanted to get ridda them. Can't blame them, they smell like death. Nobody would shed a tear if any of these fellas died.
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(silence)
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Sarasvati:(clears her throat) In the meantime, may I have some samples to examine? Of the seeds, I mean.
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Eames:(gestures) Help yourself. The ones in the blue crate are normal, while red is anomalous. Here. (He marks two fruits with a check and draws a crude Foundation logo on two more.) So you can tell.
Specimen: Blattella germanica (German cockroach)
+Note: please consult Director Talbot for more details.
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78% of all subjects given SCP-8543 experience rapid cellular degeneration.
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Surviving 22% of subjects do not leave behind waste products, survive 50,000 rads radiation, various mundane pesticides.
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Location: Site-203's cafeteria. Eames and Sarasvati are seated across from each other.
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Eames: Cheers. (They clink plastic cups and begin eating.)
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Sarasvati: I'm surprised you even have an appetite.
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Eames: Well, I'll bet you never want to see another pomegranate seed as long as you live.
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Sarasvati: The things we do for our profession.
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(they eat)
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Eames: Maya, why do you think Prometheus and Manna used pomegranates in the first place? Bit of an odd preference, innit?
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Sarasvati: Perhaps it was the only plant that grew under certain conditions. Or it was the only plant that survived the genetic modification.
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Eames: Possibly. You know, accordin' to apocrypha, the Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was a pomegranate.
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Sarasvati: That would make sense. Apples aren't native to Mesopotamia, or wherever the Garden of Eden was supposed to be.
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Eames: You don't think that's just a bit serendipitous, though?
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Sarasvati: Not really. Neither Group of Interest is particularly keen on theology. I stand by my previous statement. Ockham's razor and all.
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Eames: Ah. The simplest execution leading to the best results. Logical.
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(they eat)
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Eames: That "purge evil" bit has been marinatin' in my mind lately.
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Sarasvati:(snorts) Do you think cockroaches being unable to produce waste byproduct is a form of expurgation?
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(silence)
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Eames: What is evil, Maya?
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Sarasvati: Are you serious?
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Eames: I want your opinion.
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Sarasvati: Evil is that which is anathematic and harmful.
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Eames: That simple?
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Sarasvati: You wanted my opinion. But I don't consider excretion evil. It's a biological function, like breathing and procreating.
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Eames: Would you consider a cockroach evil? They spread disease, they ravenously eat human food, leave their mess behind. That qualifies.
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Sarasvati: But they don't perform the evil. They just… All right, I'll change my opinion. Evil is anathematic, harmful, and must be knowingly perpetrated by a conscious mind.
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Eames: And not to one?
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Sarasvati: I make a distinction between undesirable and evil. An earthquake is undesirable but not evil.
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Eames: And desire's at the core.
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Sarasvati: What drives us but our desires?
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Eames: Fair call.
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(they eat)
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Eames: Just one more thing, though: you mentioned desires. Generally people desire the eradication of pests like cockroaches, right? What's your opinion on rats?
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Sarasvati: They're vermin, Lew. They breed quickly, eat everything in sight, carry disease. Some can be endearing, I'll confess: I've studied SCP-1318 and 6369 before. But I also read the file for 027 and 6668.
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Eames: I see.
+
(They resume eating in silence.)
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Request Form 883-J
+From: Drs. Eames and Sarasvati, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+
+#3: Formally requesting the use of eight (8) D-class subjects for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code.
+
+Request: DENIED
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+#4: Formally requesting the use of one-hundred fifty (150) Rattus norvegicus specimens (or similar) for testing SCP-8543's effects on rodent genetic code.
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+Request: GRANTED
66 subjects experienced vertical bifurcation and internal rupturing.
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24 subjects (26.6%) given SCP-8543 seeds survived.
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Note: a video recording of Lab 12 made seven minutes prior to an experiment.
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(Dr. Eames is examining the two groups of Rattus norvegicus specimens. As he removes the control group, he notices one of the specimens has a severed tail.)
Note: will continue to monitor subject not given Yersinia pestis bacteria.
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Conclusion: possible cure for bubonic plague; possible rapid cellular regeneration.
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Location: Site-203's cafeteria.
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(Sarasvati is seated by herself. Eames arrives carrying two plastic bins. He sits across from her.)
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Eames: There you are, as promised. (He gives Sarasvati one of the bins.) It's stir-fry with mushrooms. You said you were vegetarian, and that's the only meal I know I can make…
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Sarasvati: Thanks, I appreciate it. (They eat in silence. Sarasvati winces subtly.) You should try making your own sauce next time. The store-bought stuff won't cut it.
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Eames: Right. I don't normally cook for nobody but myself, and evidently I've got the palate of a possum. It's edible otherwise, I hope.
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Sarasvati: "Edible" is certainly an apt description.
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(They continue eating.)
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Sarasvati: Still thinking about that "purge evil" remark?
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Eames: Every so often. But you know what I don't like about it?
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Sarasvati: What?
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Eames: The idea of purging. (He chews contemplatively for a moment.) Dwell on this: when you were a child, and you did something bad, you usually denied it, or blamed something else, right? "No, mummy, I didn't break your vase. No, da, I didn't steal that money. They made me do it." And when we grow older, we commit these micro-purges whenever someone confronts us with our wrongdoings. "That's not who I am, that's a different part of me. I had a bad childhood, I was intoxicated, I wasn't thinking. No, no, I didn't do it. I'm not a bad person." (scoffs) Frankly that whole "avoiding responsibility" shtick is repulsive.
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(Eames drinks.)
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Eames: I have no respect for those people. You know, I'm more liable to trust someone who looks at me bald-faced and says, "Yeah, I did something bad. I got no excuses. Totally my fault, chum."
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Sarasvati: In other words, people who take responsibility.
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Eames: Or at least them folks that accept that evil's just another part of themselves. Yin and yang and all that rot. They don't purge the evil, they overcome it. Or at least work with it.
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Sarasvati: Interesting. Unrelated to our research, but interesting.
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Eames:(laughs stiffly) I gotta do somethin' while I'm waitin' for results. The directions my mind goes. By the by, being vegetarian and all, what's your stance on swine?
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Sarasvati: Do you mean pigs or reprehensible people?
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Eames:(laughs) Hard to make a distinction, innit? But, uh, boars, hogs, porkers. Sus domesticus.
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Sarasvati:(shrugs) Dirty animals. They smell awful and make too much noise. But there are a few that can be cute.
Eames: Take my advice, Maya, and don't. Just…absolutely don't. Not if you ever plan on eating again.
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Sarasvati: Be careful about telling Pandora what box she shouldn't open.
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Eames:(laughs coldly) Is it misogynistic to accuse all women of being dangerously curious and defiant?
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Sarasvati: No more misandrist than pointing out the masculine predilection for getting one's hands dirty.
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Eames: Fair.
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(They finish eating.)
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Eames: Sorry if I keep ruining your appetite like this. I promise next time, I won't have anything nasty to talk about.
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Sarasvati: No, I enjoy these discussions. For an Englishman, you're—
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Eames: Cymry, Maya, Cymry.
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Sarasvati: Well, regardless, you're an excellent conversationalist. You just need to work on your cooking.
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Request Form 883-J
+From: Drs. Eames and Sarasvati, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+
+#5: Formally requesting the use of five (5) D-class subjects for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code.
+
+Request: DENIED
+
+#6: Formally requesting the use of ten (10) Sus domesticus specimens (or similar) for testing SCP-8543's effects on porcine genetic code.
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+Request: GRANTED
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Location: Lab 12
+
(Eames and Sarasvati are setting up the next round of tests. Squealing can be heard in the background.)
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Eames: Bloody hell, you weren't joking when you complained about the smell. Ugh!
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Sarasvati:(laughs) Lew, you've been around cockroaches and rats for a week now. I thought you would've grown accustomed to it.
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Eames: Yeah, well, there are layers, okay? There's "eww, that's unpleasant" and then there's "holy fuck I'm gonna be sick, get me the hell outta here".
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(Sarasvati laughs)
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Eames: Laugh it up now, Maya, you're gonna be a resident of the showers same as me after this.
+
(They tag two of the specimens. Sarasvati gives each untagged specimen a pomegranate seed containing SCP-8543, while Eames feeds both groups.)
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Eames: Hard part's over. Let's go over here where it's quiet, let the little runts have their dinner.
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(Eames and Sarasvati relocate.)
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Eames:(sighs) That's better. Oh, better make records first.
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(they record the first stage of the experiment)
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Sarasvati: While I don't like having such a small size for the experiment, I can understand why you requested it. Just those ten are a hassle.
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Eames: Right? Between the noise and the stink, it's about all I can tolerate. Oh, speaking of smelling, come over here for a moment.
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(Eames leads Sarasvati to a crate containing Blattella germanica species.)
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Eames: The ones in the blue crate are my control; the ones in red, I gave them 8543. I want you to smell them both.
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(Sarasvati stares incredulously.)
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Sarasvati: I'm not one for juvenile pranks, Lew.
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Eames: I'm perfectly serious here. Look: I'll go first. Don't ever let it be said I'll ask someone to do somethin' I wouldn't do myself. (He leans over the blue crate and inhales, then shudders.) Yeah, that's rancid. Ah, but over here… (He leans over the red crate and inhales. Eames smiles and sighs in pleasure.) One more time? (He inhales again, sighing in pleasure.)
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(Sarasvati stares and cautiously leans over to inhale from the blue crate. She winces. She cautiously inhales over the red crate, exclaiming as her eyes widen.)
Eames:(grins) Don't it, though? No waste, no stink… Oh, and that rat specimen that didn't have a tail? It's grown another two centimeters.
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Sarasvati: Really!
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(Eames moves a cage into view. Inside is a tagged Rattus norvegicus specimen with a partially severed tail.)
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(Sarasvati stares at Eames silently.)
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Sarasvati: But those are the minority, Lew. What about the rest of the specimens?
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Eames: Yeah, I know. Shame. But the survival rate's increased as the subject gets more complicated. Roaches. Mice. Pigs.
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(silence)
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Sarasvati: You're building up to humans.
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Eames: I wanted to start out with humans, but my requests keep getting denied. I don't think it's a resource issue anymore. The Ethics Committee has been getting twitchy lately. Saying even the D-class don't deserve horrific deaths — which, sometimes, fair call. But it's awful hard getting reliable data from a rat.
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Sarasvati: Well, based on the results of the specimens that didn't survive…
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Eames: Like I said, fair call. But a part of me think it's…fear.
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Sarasvati: Fear, and not morality?
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(silence)
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Eames: Do you think human life has value, Maya?
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Sarasvati: Not especially. I'm from India; it's overpopulated. Very difficult to think of millions upon millions of people as their own separate miracle that can contribute something worthy to our society, or the world. The squalor I've seen, the poverty, the faces of people you notice in slums. Some barely make it past childhood. And then there's the opposite side of the spectrum: wealthy corporate so-called elites, their faces a rictus grin of cold, apathetic, insatiable greed. Take away their material wealth and are they really any more valuable than a girl forced into prostitution before she turns twelve?
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(silence)
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Sarasvati: Indifference can be evil, too. I'll admit to my fair share.
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Eames: But would you rather experiment on a D-class or a roach?
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Sarasvati: A roach.
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Eames: Why?
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Sarasvati: Ubiquity. Faster breeding. They're cheaper and less complex. No sapience. Much less empathy.
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Eames: How about a dog? Or a cat? Or a horse? Would you rather see one of them burst open, or would you prefer a rapist die in their place?
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(Sarasvati turns away from Eames.)
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Sarasvati: Are you going to put people on trolley tracks?
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Eames: I'd rather find out why they were put there in the first place, and who did it.
+
(silence)
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(Eames notices something on the rat and pulls it close to examine.)
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Eames: What do we have here? (he grins) The tail's grown to full.
2 subjects given SCP-8543 underwent rapid exsanguination, with majority of fluids egressing through pores. No survivors.
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Note: recording of a phone call Dr. Sarasvati made three hours following Experiment #7.
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Yes, mother, the tests went well. […] I'm not too worried. I've got good healthcare here. […] In a few days. […] (chuckles) So I'll wear a wig. Or maybe I'll just flaunt it. […] It's not like that, mother. He's just a colleague. Just because we get along and I like his company— […] Mother, he's not even close to being my type. And I work alongside him. […] Mother, I told you, I'll be fine. Do I need to keep reminding you— […] It's not a death sentence. […] That's because he didn't get it checked out early. […] I know. […] You won't. […] Yes, I'll keep you updated. I'll call you before I go in, all right? […] (laughs) Yes, and after, too. […] I'll ask for some time off. Maybe next month. I'm pretty sure I can hang on until then. […] All right, mother. […] I love you, too. […] That sounds like a plan. All right, bye.
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Request Form 883-J
+From: Dr. Eames, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+
+#7: Formally requesting the use of three (3) D-class subjects for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code.
+
+Request: DENIED
+
+#8: Formally requesting the use of five (5) Pan troglodytes specimens (or similar) for testing SCP-8543's effects on simian genetic code.
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+Request: PENDING
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Note: a personal recording made by Dr. Eames twenty-two minutes following his 8th request.
+
<Begin recording>
+
(J.S. Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" is heard in the background.)
+
I remember one time I was with some friends outdoors, a few years or so before I joined the Foundation. We was laughin', talkin', drinking and eating, overall very merry. Then like Little Miss Muffet, this large spider comes outta nowhere and crawls on my hand. Scared the tits off all the girls, and even summa the fellas there. I just sat there, all calm n' collected, didn't even seem to mind. Spider was nearly the size of my hand, too, but it weren't engaging or nothin', just sittin' there, peaceful-like. I decided to lift my hand up and show off my new chum to everyone in the group. (laughs) Rightly scared the piss outta them! I let the little fella go and just sat there grinning. Someone asked me, "Weren't you afraid, Lew?", and I said, "Course' not! What do I have to be afraid of?"
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Then I went all philosophical on them. I said, “If you shut your eyes to a frightening sight, you end up being frightened. If you look at everything straight on, there is nothing to be afraid of.” (laughs) I told em' it was a quote from Rowan Atkinson, and they looked at me like I had just eaten a rhinoceros. I laughed and then said, "Yeah, I'm jokin'. It's from Joseph Stalin."4
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(silence)
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Had to buy a few rounds to ease tensions. Totally worth it.
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(silence)
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Is that what this is all about? People not wantin' to confront their vices to such a magnitude as to genetically modify fruit that pushes it outta your body? The things I've seen it do to animals — and Manna and Prometheus were gonna peddle it to people? Bloody fucking hell. They'd sooner turn a fella inside-out on the off chance he won't do nobody no harm, rather than come to terms with themselves? Course', there is an upside. Yin and yang.
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Makes it so you stop taking shits all over the place. Makes cockroaches and pigs smell like wine. Immunizes against the Black Plague, regrows rat tails. (silence) Damn. You think maybe it'll have an effect on SCP-610? Not like I have the clearance to find out. Heh, maybe I'll send summa the rats to people who do. That oughta be interesting to see.
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I hope none o' this is dampening Maya's resolve. A fine lady, she is. Smarter n' me. Don't need her hand held. Tough, cold, but…relatable. She's almost certain 8543 was meant to bond with human DNA, but we won't know for sure till'… Well, I guess all we can do is keep usin' what we got. Speakin' of which, I was thinkin' of addin' another portrait to my wall. Dr. Tulp and his students might be gettin' lonely. Maybe Guernica, or a Van Gogh self-portrait. Ah well. Some other time. Till' later, lads.
+
(Eames turns off the music.)
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<End recording>
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From: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+To: Dr. Eames, Site-203
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+Your pending request for five (5) Pan troglodytes specimens has been GRANTED. You will receive a notification upon their delivery.
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Location: Site-203's cafeteria. Sarasvati is seated by herself.
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(Eames arrives carrying two plastic bins. He sits across from her and offers one bin.)
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Eames: Second attempt. Meatless Spanish rice.
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Sarasvati: How very kind of you — or that's what I'd like to say. I can already tell you covered something up with too much spice.
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Eames: These are leftovers from my supper, and as you can see, I'm still alive and well.
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Sarasvati: That isn't a good metric, Lew. You've been around pigs lately — and a few chimps in the future, if I'm not mistaken.
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Eames: Yeah, just waiting for the delivery. Come on, one bite won't hurt.
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Sarasvati: So you say. (She eats some.) Hmm, you didn't cook your rice properly. The potatoes are a little burnt, but I actually prefer them that way. Oh, cilantro! …And turmeric. Lots of turmeric. (She coughs and takes a drink.)
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Eames: No good?
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Sarasvati: I didn't expect so much. It's not bad. You followed the directions?
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Eames:(hisses) I may have not pre-heated the boiler properly. And…spilled a bit more turmeric than I would've liked. I tried stirring it all together…
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Sarasvati:(coughs) Live and learn. It's fine. I'll finish it all in gratitude and call paramedics to have my stomach pumped later.
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Eames:(grumbling) You're welcome.
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Sarasvati: A little good-natured ribbing between colleagues is perfectly fine. You can riff on me, too; I deserve it. Just keep it tasteful.
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Eames:(grumbles) I'm not sure what I can mock. I like you, I respect you. I don't have to talk down to you or babysit you. You're bloody competent in the lab, ain't afraid to wade through starving pigs, stuck your nose in a box fulla putrid roaches. (shrugs) Your sense of fashion is awful.
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Sarasvati: There, see? Was that so hard?
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Eames: Bout' as hard as your head.
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Sarasvati:(laughs) Any new philosophical meditations today?
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Eames:(shrugs) Same old rot.
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Sarasvati: Is it?
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(silence)
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Eames: You mentioned the trolley problem. I've been pondering that. Not in the normal way, more like…why we justify our actions. Why we can say to ourselves, "Well, I am doing something bad, but something better might come of it, or at least something less worse."
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Sarasvati: Oh dear, isn't that a minefield. Especially in our line of work.
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Eames: You ain't joshin'. The Foundation's perfectly fine marchin' D-class in front o' monsters and alternate dimensions if it gets them knowledge. "Kill one fella to save three", or rather, "Die in the dark so you can live in the light". But it goes beyond that. Sites get blown up and Overseers shrug. Whole cities get wiped out and the boss says "It could've been worse". Sometimes I think they'd be willing to put a cap in humanity itself if there was a big enough bullet comin' their way. Makes my request for a handful of D-class seem rather insignificant.
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Sarasvati: And you're saying that, by giving themselves permission to commit these so-called atrocities, they free themselves from moral shackles?
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Eames: Rightly so. And it's universal, too, specially in religion. "Our god said this was fine, so despite us commitin' genocide, or tossin' babies into a fire, or throwing rocks at a homosexual, or fornicating with our daughters, or amassin' slaves, god's in his heaven, so all's right with the world". And that makes it fine.
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Sarasvati: I've been pondering something of a similar nature.
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Eames: Oh?
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Sarasvati: Specifically, the attraction of evil. Why performing duplicitous actions gives us pleasure. Even the mere thought of evil, of "being bad", is inherently more attractive than being a "goody two-shoes". Can you imagine? Making goodness derogatory?
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Eames: Yeah, the human fascination with evil's banged around my head a couple of times in the past. I think it goes hand-in-hand with confronting it. Like, once it's out in the open, naked, we want to turn away, but some primal part of ourselves is drawn to it. Like holding up traffic just so you can gawk at a car crash. Once we get over our fear, we come to…accept it. Embrace it. Even justify it.
+
Sarasvati: The gruesome and painful being comparable, even preferable, to beauty and pleasure.
+
Eames: Exactly. One must wonder what was really going through Manna's head when they were germinating those seeds.
+
(silence)
+
Sarasvati: Well, they fooled around. Now we get to find out.
+
Eames: Joyful. (He examines his cell phone.) Delivery's here. Want to help feed the chimps?
+
Sarasvati: It'd be a pleasure. And before you ask, I find our biological cousins rather agreeable.
Specimens: Blattella germanica, Rattus norvegicus, Sus domesticus, Pan troglodytes
+Note: all remaining survivors of previous SCP-8543 experiments. No other parameters tested.
+
+
removed antennae from all Blattella germanica specimens and pierced with needle through abdomen
+
made subcutaneous incision on all Rattus norvegicus specimens
+
made subcutaneous incision on all Sus domesticus specimens
+
made subcutaneous incision on all Pan troglodytes specimens
+
+
Note: no subsequent treatment was issued to any specimens.
+
Result (twenty-four hours elapsed):
+
+
all Blattella germanica specimens recovered from injury. Approximately 50% of all antennae restored.
+
subcutaneous incision of all remaining specimens independently sutured, some scarring remains. No infections detected.
+
+
Conclusion: strong possibility that SCP-8543 has restorative properties; seems to favor mammals. Will experiment on fish, amphibians, reptiles, avians, etc. if possible.
+
+
+
+
+
[Note: the following four experiments have been truncated. Consult Director Talbot for more information.]
Conclusion: So far, all species observed experience four factors. One: fatal reactions occur for every species, but decrease based on Factor Two. Two: ratio of survival increases based on complexity of species and biological proximity to human DNA, with mammals having the highest recorded survival rates. Three: surviving specimens exhibit recovery, tolerance, or immunity to detrimental physiological conditions. Four: each species experience biological functions that would be considered beneficial. E.g.: catabolic processes in each is "streamlined" to produce no bodily waste; specimens produce chemical compounds related to positive olfactory sensations; majority of detrimental bacteria in all species is expunged; parasitic organisms expunged; Methylmercury expunged from Thunnus alalunga5.
+
Update: both specimens of Pan troglodytes exposed to SCP-8543 and cancerous Sarcoma cells entered regression. Subjects tentatively expected to make partial recovery.
+
Update: both Pan troglodytes subjects exposed to SCP-8543 and cancerous Sarcoma cells made complete recovery with full regression.
+
Note: did we just cure cancer with fucking pomegranates?
+
Conclusion: Pending.
+
+
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+
+
Request Form 883-J
+From: Dr. Eames, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+
+#13: Formally requesting the use of one (1) D-class subject for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code.
+
+Request: PENDING.
+
+
+
+
+
Location: Lab 12.
+
(Dr. Eames is compiling data for SCP-8543. He is alone.)
+
(Dr. Sarasvati enters.)
+
Eames: You all right? I was about ready to call you.
+
Sarasvati: My apologies, I had an appointment.
+
Eames: Oh yeah? He a looker?
+
Sarasvati:She was just giving me a regular exam. A medical exam, before your thoughts start to wander.
+
Eames: I wasn't gonna say anything. So are all the organics working properly?
+
Sarasvati: They are, thank you for your concern. Any developments?
+
Eames: Nothing yet. How about you?
+
Sarasvati: I'm almost certain that those seeds were bred specifically for human consumption. The only missing piece of the puzzle is the human itself. Based on the data, I'm not in any hurry for pomegranate smoothies.
+
Eames: Nor I. Ah well, what can ya do? If the E.C. says no, that's all there is to it. Work with what you have in the meantime.
+
(Eames and Sarasvati resume working in silence. Several minutes pass.)
+
(Sarasvati grunts slightly, then groans.)
+
Eames: Hey, you don't normally make those sounds until after I've fed you.
+
Sarasvati: I'm all right, just a little woozy.
+
Eames: Been donating blood?
+
Sarasvati: Just some meds having a bit of fun with me. I'll…oh. (She puts her pen down and sits back in her chair, putting a hand to her temple.)
+
Eames: Come on, Maya, you can be straight with me.
+
Sarasvati:(she hesitates) I'll be fine in a few seconds. It's only pain.
+
Eames: "Only", she says. Do I need to call Dr. Ortega?
+
Sarasvati: Only if you plan on going on a date with her. (she grins feebly) Do you know how I fight pain, Lew?
+
Eames: I've a feeling you'll indulge me.
+
Sarasvati: It's remarkably similar to your stance on evil. Most people try to resist or deny pain, but that only makes it worse. I calm myself and accept it. Right now, it's attacking my chest. (she places a hand on her torso) There's also a sensation in my head, and a few bits of unpleasantness in my waist. I simply acknowledge its presence and let it run its course. Then the pain goes away, and I'm left…disappointed.
+
(Eames shakes his head.)
+
Eames: You ever had kidney stones?
+
Sarasvati: No. Have you ever had acid splash on your abdomen? (she lifts her lab coat and undershirt, revealing a faded burn mark)
+
Eames: Can't say I have. I'll have to keep your technique in mind.
+
Sarasvati: Pain is education, Lew. Death… (she pauses as she examines the reports) Death can be educational, too.
+
(They stare at each other in silence. Eames takes a deep breath.)
+
Eames: Ain't we a pair.
+
+
+
+
+
25 May, 2022
+
From: Dr. Sarasvati, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
+
+#14: Formally requesting the use of one (1) D-class subject for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code. Sending all previous test results.
+
+Request: PENDING.
+
+
+
+
+
Location: Lab 12
+
(Dr. Sarasvati is peering into a microscope. D-50050 is seated close to her.)
+
(Dr. Eames enters.)
+
Eames: Mornin', Maya.
+
Sarasvati: Good morning.
+
Eames:(he faces D-50050) Mornin'. (Eames takes two steps, stops, and turns to face D-50050.) Umm…you're new here.
+
D-50050: Yeah. I just got here.
+
(Eames looks at D-50050 in confusion, then at Sarasvati.)
+
Eames: Maya?
+
Sarasvati: Hmm?
+
Eames: I don't recall the E.C. granting my request.
+
Sarasvati: That's because they granted mine. I sent them another one.
+
Eames: Ah. Mystery solved. So how did you… (he hesitates) You know what, never mind. I ain't questioning this. So, chum, feel like doing your part for science?
+
D-50050: Do I have a choice?
+
Eames: Well, we all have choices to make. Whether we sit here and maybe live to see another day or run off and get shot. Whether we have the backbone for dirty work or live with the knowledge that our fear cost the life of some other D-class. Maybe a chum of ours, or someone we cared about.
+
(D-50050 rolls his eyes and sighs in resignation.)
+
Eames: Hey, that's more like it. Don't worry, you just have to eat something. You fancy pomegranates, mate?
+
D-50050: I've never had one.
+
Sarasvati: Well, you're in for a treat. Just ingest this seed and you're free to go. (She presents a single SCP-8543 seed on a small plate.)
+
(D-50050 stares blankly.)
+
D-50050: I'm guessing something strange will happen if I do.
+
Sarasvati: Well, that's the trouble: we're not completely certain. Our data so far suggests that this fruit was intentionally bred to be compatible to humans, but what's good on paper doesn't always work on practice.
+
D-50050: I take it I'm the first human you've tested.
+
Eames: That's right. You're Yuri Gagarin, mate.
+
D-50050: I think you mean I'm Laika. Whatever. Could I at least get a beer to wash it down?
+
Eames:(chuckles) I wish, mate! We can't even give you water. Don't know how the chemicals will react and all. Maybe you can request one later, though.
+
D-50050:(sighs) This isn't quite what I envisioned my last meal to be. Oh well. (He ingests the seed, then shrugs.) I don't feel any different.
+
Sarasvati: We'll monitor you over a twenty-four hour period. In the meantime, you're free to go.
+
D-50050: Sure. Thanks for the snack. Been a real pleasure.
+
(D-50050 is escorted out of Lab-12, and back to his cell.)
+
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+
Location: Lab 12, the following day.
+
(D-50050 and Dr. Sarasvati are alone. She is preparing to perform a blood test.)
+
Sarasvati: Good to see you up and running. Denham, is it?
+
D-50050: Just "Duny" is fine.
+
Sarasvati: Have you noticed any changes? Anything at all, even something subtle.
+
D-50050: Not particularly. I had a good night's sleep, if that matters.
+
Sarasvati: No changes in bodily fluid disposal?
+
(D-50050 appears confused.)
+
D-50050: Uh…I haven't gone to the bathroom yet. I haven't needed to.
+
Sarasvati: And you were fed yesterday? Besides the seed, I mean.
+
D-50050: Yeah, same as before.
+
(Sarasvati grunts quietly. She sterilizes D-50050's arm and presses the needle. After three seconds, she appears confused.)
+
Sarasvati: That's odd.
+
(She attempts to inject D-50050 on his opposite arm. She appears concerned.)
+
Sarasvati: Just a moment. (She attempts to take a third blood sample, but appears unable to.) Hmm.
+
D-50050: What is it?
+
Sarasvati: Just a moment. Let me see something. First…
+
(Sarasvati produces scissors and cuts off part of D-50050's hair, storing it.)
+
Sarasvati: At least I can sample something. Now for a test.
+
(Sarasvati fills a bucket with water and salt, then adds ice from a freezer. She stirs the mixture together, then takes a temperature reading. It measures 1 degree Celsius.)
+
Sarasvati: Put your hand in this bucket, please. Let me know the moment you feel any discomfort.
+
D-50050: All right.
+
(D-50050's hand remains in the bucket for three minutes before Sarasvati asks him to remove it. He claims to not register any discomfort.)
+
Sarasvati:(whispering) Odd. (louder) Um…let me perform another test.
+
(Sarasvati produces a set of car keys, pressing the tip into D-50050's index fingernail. He claims to not register any pain, although he does claim to feel a "numb sensation".)
+
Sarasvati: Interesting. One more.
+
D-50050: I'm not going anywhere.
+
(Sarasvati produces a scalpel and attempts to make an incision on D-50050's arm. The edge leaves a faint mark but does not cut through any layer of skin.)
+
Sarasvati: Well. That's…
+
D-50050: Not supposed to happen, I take it.
+
(Sarasvati eyes D-50050 cautiously.)
+
Sarasvati:(whispering) Don't get any ideas, Duny. The Foundation can still do horrible things to you. If you're smart, you'll keep this to yourself and…not do anything rash. Do you understand?
+
(She puts her hand on his. He nods.)
+
D-50050: Yeah, I get it.
+
Sarasvati: I'll forward these results to the Director. In the meantime…
+
D-50050: Just pretend that I can get hurt like anyone else.
+
Sarasvati: I'm glad you understand. All right, off with you now.
+
(D-50050 is escorted back to his cell. Sarasvati takes a deep breath, shivering. She sits down and studies the compiled data for SCP-8543. She quickly glances around and produces a paper from her lab coat; a close-up reveals the contents to be the result of a cancer screening.)
+
Sarasvati:(whispering) Don't even think about it, Maya. Don't even—
+
(Sarasvati is startled as Dr. Eames enters the Lab. She puts her medical report away.)
+
Eames: Whoa. Too much coffee, Maya? You look like you just got caught with an 'and in the cookie jar.
+
Sarasvati:(laughs nervously) I'm more of a tea-drinker. And if we did have cookies, I'd be the first to share them.
+
Eames: Woman after my own heart. Ready to check up on our friend from yesterday?
+
(silence)
+
Sarasvati: About that.
+
+
+
+
Experiment #14
+Specimen: Homo sapiens (1), D-50050
+Gave subject one seed containing SCP-8543.
+
Result (twenty-four hours elapsed):
+
+
Subject (D-50050) given SCP-8543 seed survived.
+
+
Note: currently incapable of penetrating subject's subcutaneous layer to perform blood test, possibly due to SCP-8543. Put subject through brief battery of post-experiment tests, enclosing results. Subject is to remain under observation, outside of testing circulation, for a period of five (5) days.
+
Conclusion: larger sample size recommended. Current requests are pending.
+
+
+
+
Note: a record of Lab 12, dated 30 May 2022
+
(Dr. Eames is alone. He is dissecting a Rattus norvegicus specimen. The scalpel he uses slips and lacerates his forearm. He curses quietly, hisses, and immediately washes the wound.)
+
Eames:(whispering) Damn. That one would have the plague. Just my luck.
+
(As he holds his forearm under the sink, Eames glances over at a red crate. Half a pomegranate remains.)
+
(Eames remains motionless for thirty seconds. He turns off the faucet.)
+
(Eames slowly dresses his wound. He approaches the red crate.)
+
(Eames quietly hums part of Purcell's "March and Canzona for Queen Mary's Funeral". He stares at his forearm and examines it.)
+
Eames:(whispering) Bloody fucking human nature. Buckle up, Pandora: Dr. Tulp's in session.
+
(He takes a single seed and consumes it. Eames slowly walks out of Lab-12 and shuts the light off.)
+
+
+
+
+
Location: Lab 12, 1 June 2022
+
(Drs. Eames and Sarasvati are typing quietly on their laptops.)
+
Eames: Hey, you been feelin' all right?
+
Sarasvati: On and off.
+
Eames:(chuckles softly) Don't party too hard, now. I can't do this without you.
+
Sarasvati: I won't. The feeling's mutual.
+
(Eames smiles. They resume typing.)
+
Eames: I know it ain't none of my business, Maya. I've just grown fond of you, is all. On an…intellectual level, you understand.
+
Sarasvati:(grins) The same. I might even consider you a friend.
+
Eames: Is that so? Well that's splendid. Right proper splendid.
+
(He drinks from a mug.)
+
Sarasvati: It's just too bad we only had the one result. For human consumption.
+
(Eames stares at his forearm.)
+
Eames: Yeah, pity. Them's the breaks, though. Sure would be nice if we knew if we'd cured cancer or not. Heh, even if it's only in chimps.
+
(Sarasvati remains motionless.)
+
Sarasvati: Yes. It would.
+
(Eames stops typing and looks over at her. Sarasvati remains motionless. He sighs and swears quietly.)
+
Eames: Sorry. Hit too close to home?
+
(silence)
+
Eames: Don't worry, I won't make a fuss. My own dad had it, too. I won't say nothin' unless you want me to.
+
(silence)
+
Sarasvati: I appreciate it, Lew. But like I said, I'm all right. And before you say anything, I won't try anything rash.
+
(She smiles feebly at him. Eames nods grimly.)
+
Sarasvati:(whispering) Not yet, at least.
+
+
+
+
+
Note: recording of a phone call Dr. Sarasvati made on 3 June 2022.
+
Mother, please, don't cry. I still have plenty of time. They caught it— […] Yes, I'm still getting treated. […] Yes, mother, I still have my hair. […] If you must know, I have been feeling dizzy every now and then. But that's the treatment— […] Yes, I told him. He took it very well. […] I'm not afraid, mother. I can deal with the pain. […] No. […] Yes. I'll let you know. […] It's just a bit chilly in here, mother. Plus I'm excited. That's why it sounds like I'm shivering. We're making amazing strides. […] Yes, I promise. […] All right, mother, I will. […] Love you, too.
+
+
+
+
+
5 June 2022
+
+To: Dr. Eames and Sarasvati, Site-203
+From: Department of Human Resources, D-class requisitions
+
+Note: Results of morality-based tests enclosed. D-50050 exposed to memetic kill agent following experiments. Subject vomited profusely but survived; maintains baseline Hume readings. Subject displays exceptional cooperation and congeniality. Information concerning subject's hygiene and bodily waste disposal is enclosed. Please contact Director Talbot for inquiries regarding future tests.
+
+
+
+
+
7 June 2022
+
+To: Dr. Eames, Site-203
+From: Department of Human Resources, D-class requisitions
+
+Your pending request for five (5) D-class specimens has been DENIED. However, your request for one (1) subject diagnosed with a variant of dysgerminoma cancer has been GRANTED. You will receive a notification upon their delivery.
+
+
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+
+
Location: Lab 12, 8 June 2022
+
(Dr. Sarasvati is seated at an empty table. Dr. Eames enters carrying two plastic bins. He gives one to Sarasvati.)
+
Eames: Third time's the charm. Minestrone with homemade cornbread.
+
Sarasvati: It smells nice. I'm cautiously optimistic.
+
Eames: I got the recipe online. The cornbread might be a little dry since I made it yesterday.
+
Sarasvati: It's all right, I'm too hungry to be picky. Pity they're renovating the cafeteria.
+
Eames: Yeah, a lab ain't the place for lunch. Oh well. Here's mud in your eye.
+
(They tap water bottles together and begin eating.)
+
Eames: You know, in all this time, I never found out much about you, personally. I know you professionally and philosophically, but aside from reggae, I don't rightly know what makes Maya Sarasvati tick.
+
Sarasvati: Oh, not much. I'm secretly three children in a trenchcoat.
+
(they laugh)
+
Eames: The hell you are. What's your favorite song?
+
Sarasvati: Bob Marley's Keep on Moving. (She hums part of the song.)
+
Eames: That's lovely. I fancy Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, but if we're talkin' modern, Motorhead's Back at the Funny Farm.
+
Sarasvati: Oh, I never would've pegged a classical music aficionado for a heavy metal fan.
+
Eames: We're more common than you think. Favorite book?
+
Sarasvati:Around the World in Eighty Days.
+
Eames: Ah, classic. Don't gawk, but mine's The Satanic Verses.
+
Sarasvati: I'm not gawking. You have good taste. Where did you go on your first date?
+
Eames: My imagination. I've never been on one. (He smiles grimly.)
+
Sarasvati: Well, a woman loves a man who cooks, or at least one who tries to. Mine was up in a hot-air balloon.
+
Eames: No kidding. Bet that's an icebreaker.
+
Sarasvati: Mm-hmm. (she drinks) You know, this soup's quite good. I think you've found your stride. (she eats)
+
Eames: That so? Well, next time I might try lentil—
+
Sarasvati: Oh, that's strange.
+
(Sarasvati puts her spoon aside. She sits back and closes her eyes.)
+
Sarasvati: Sorry. I feel lightheaded again. It'll pass. When did that letter say we'd be getting our next test subject?
+
(Eames cleans his mouth with a napkin.)
+
Eames: Any day now.
+
(Sarasvati does not respond. Eames stands up.)
+
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+
+
Note: A security feed from Lab 12, two hours following the previous conversation.
+
VISUAL ONLY
+
<13:06 pm> Eames places Sarasvati on a gurney and ties straps around her arms and legs. She is unconscious.
+
<13:07 pm> Eames is seen writing on a clipboard. See attached file for more information.
+
<13:09 pm> Eames moves out of view.
+
<13:14 pm> Sarasvati begins to twitch. Eames is not seen.
+
<13:16 pm> Sarasvati's twitching intensifies. Eames is still not seen.
+
<13:17 pm> Sarasvati's twitching stops. Eames returns to view and writes on a clipboard.
+
<13:19 pm> Sarasvati's body jerks violently. Eames is seen speaking.
+
<13:20 pm> Sarasvati jerks and convulses. Eames speaks again, apparently louder. He mouths the words "pain", "stronger", and "accept".
<13:23 pm> Boils begin forming on Sarasvati's skin. She continues convulsing. Eames continues speaking.
+
<13:25 pm> The boils spread, covering an estimated 14% of Sarasvati's skin. Eames continues speaking.
+
<13:27 pm> Eames approaches Sarasvati, pointing to his forearm. It has been noted that this was the same arm that Eames accidentally injured on 30/05/2022. He continues to indicate his arm and mouths the words "recovered" and "stronger".
+
<13:28 pm> Sarasvati's convulsions gradually settle. Her body jerks again. Eames continues speaking.
+
<13:30 pm> An unidentified black bile discharges from Sarasvati's mouth. A similar substance is discharged from her genitalia.
+
<13:32 pm> The boils cover all visible layers of Sarasvati's skin. Eames's speaking slows, mouthing "accept" and "confront". He writes on his clipboard.
+
<13:35 pm> Sarasvati's convulsions settle until she is still. Eames nods his head and continues writing. Black bile continues to discharge from Sarasvati's orifices.
+
<13:36 pm> Eames stops writing and turns his head as Site-203 security breaks down his door. Visual and audio are provided from Chief of security Olowe's body cam.
+
+
Eames: The blazes do you—
+
Olowe: Hands on your head! Knees to the ground!
+
Eames: Now of all bloody times…
+
Olowe: Last warning! Hands on your head! Knees to the ground!
+
(Eames complies.)
+
Eames: All right, all right, but I've got Ethics Committee clearing for this experiment. The papers are right there on the tab—
+
(Eames is pressed to the ground by security. A twist tie is bound around his wrists.)
+
Olowe:(into his earpiece) Target is detained. Send medical to Lab twelve, immediate. Subject is…
+
(Olowe approaches Sarasvati to take her pulse.)
+
Eames: Don't touch her, you'll—
+
(A boil bursts as Olowe grasps Sarasvati's wrist. Black bile spews onto his arm and torso.)
+
Olowe:(exclaims) Requesting E-class quarantine! Subject's status is unknown.
+
Eames: I bloody told you.
+
Olowe: Shut up. (he kicks Eames)
+
Eames: Huh. Didn't feel a thing.
+
(Eames is gagged and forcibly escorted out of Lab 12. Olowe and another security guard remain until medical personnel arrive.)
+
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+
Following an Ethics Committee meeting with Director Talbot, an Overseer vote of 8-4-1 was cast in favor of Dr. Llewellyn Eames's termination. Site-203 Director of Physiology Rashid Safir was assigned to Eames's position until further notice. In lieu of a final meal, Dr. Eames requested a painting and a music player he owned be brought into his chambers. The request was granted.
+
For his first assignment as Eames's successor, Dr. Safir was assigned to interview his predecessor regarding his actions. The following is a transcription of said interview.
+
+
+
(Dr. Safir approaches the plexiglass barrier of Eames's cell. Eames is standing, his back turned to Safir, facing a painting. Mozart's "Fantasia in D Minor" is heard from the music player.)
+
Safir: Lew.
+
Eames: Rashid. I don't suppose you came here to update me on Maya's condition.
+
Safir: No. I figured the ambiguity of the situation following you to your grave would be a fairly agonizing punishment.
+
Eames: Hmm. Right. So how are they gonna eighty-six me? I mean, after I ingested one o' them seeds and all. I heard that our friend Mr. 50050 is damn near indestructible. Rumor has it he survived…what, threeseparate SCP tests? Quite a record.
+
Safir: Your studies indicate asphyxiation worked on roaches. We might try that: sleeping gas if you cooperate, complete deprivation if you don't.
+
Eames: Ah. Hmm. That might do it. What about Maya's folliculitis?
+
Safir: It's widespread. Almost eighty percent of her entire body is covered in boils.
+
Eames: No, I mean, did you analyze it?
+
(silence)
+
Eames: Ah. You did. And you found something, I take it.
+
Safir:(hesitantly) We did.
+
Eames: Ah. It wasn't Dysgerminoma cancer cells, by any chance?
+
(Silence. Eames turns his head to face Safir.)
+
Eames: Forcefully being purged from the body, were they — and also part of that black slurry she was regurgitatin', I'd wager.
+
Safir:(hesitantly) Is this the part where you tell me it was for the greater good?
+
Eames: Course' not. I'm about as altruistic as an armchair. I was just… (He touches the painting.) Well, I had to see what was underneath. I even did it to myself. Fair's fair.
+
(Neither man speaks for six seconds.)
+
Eames: Just out of curiosity, what would you have done in my position?
+
Safir: I wouldn't have put a gene-altering anomaly in my coworker's soup.
+
Eames: No, you would've done it to a D-class. No shade, we did it too.
+
Safir:(scoffs) That's not the same and you know it.
+
Eames: Oh? And what is the difference, Rashid? An artificial distinction that we prop up? A stamp on a paper? The word of an Overseer?
+
Safir: And that justifies what you did to her.
+
Eames:(scoffs) No more than Talbot's justified in sentencing an MTF to their deaths, or the E.C. shuffling off D-class in a conga line to their doom, or the Overseers—
+
Safir: Don't even pretend you're on the same level, Lew. Don't even think about it.
+
(Eames faces Safir again.)
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Eames: Oh yeah? Who gave them that authority to decide the fates of the rest of us? Talbot gave us Level-Threes the authority, the Overseers and E.C. give it to him, the Administrator gives it to them… And where did he get it from, hmm? Or did the Top Brass just decide one day that he could make or break rules as he pleased? Quis custodiet ipsos custodes, my friend.
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Safir: Are you saying this was all just a self-righteous crusade to point out hypocrisy?
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Eames: No, mate. (He smiles emptily and shrugs.) I was just doin' my job. Same as them. No shade.
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(He turns to face the painting again.)
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Eames: Did you know that back in the old days, it was forbidden to perform autopsies? Probably due to religious purposes — you know, not desecrating the dead and all. Doctors had to do a bit of grave-robbing to get their education — or just carve up dead criminals, those were fine. Hmm. Times haven't changed too much, have they? Regardless, they justified their profanity in the name of knowledge and wisdom. Peeled it away just so everyone else could see what was underneath.
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(The music stops briefly. Debussy's "Reverie" plays. Eames approaches the painting.)
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Eames: Look at this, Rashid. There he is, pulling back the curtain, showing the grotesque truths of flesh and nerve and bone. No flair, no malice, no selfish disregard for his contemporaries. Only the calm, quiet desire for sharing knowledge. And look at his students. Look at how fascinated they are! No fear, no disgust, only awe. Now, Rashid, ask yourself one question.
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(Eames turns around, his expression unreadable.)
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Eames: From whence cometh evil?
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Addendum-2: Following Eames's termination, study into SCP-8543's effects was aborted, and Sarasvati was placed under observation. Her condition is to be formally expunged from all records.
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The following year, Dr. Safir noted that all of the Blattella germanica specimens that had survived SCP-8543's effects were still alive, well past their life expectancy. After deliberation, the Overseer Council decided to reinstitute the project, putting Site-203's new Director of Anomalous Biology, Motoki Shimada, in charge.
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14th July 2023
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Request Form 883-J
+From: Dr. Shimada, Site-203
+To: Ethics Committee Requisitions Department
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+#1: Formally requesting the use of two (2) D-class subjects for testing SCP-8543's effects on human genetic code.
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+Request: GRANTED
Filename: 160517-F-ES880-027-edit
+Original name: 160517-F-ES880-027
+Name: Asian-American Pacific Islander Heritage Month From South Asia to Scott AFB: An Indian woman’s journey into the U.S. military
+Author: Unknown
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:https://www.amc.af.mil/News/Photos/igphoto/2001544897/
Dr. Smith: I am telling you, Jean, this is genuinely the spiciest fucking curry conceived by man, or well, woman. Not sure what my wife put into this stuff.
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Dr. Gusteau: Had you skipped your warm-up for this one, Mathew?
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(Dr. Gusteau reaches for a nearby ketchup bottle and hands it to Dr. Smith.)
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Dr. Gusteau: Next time, start small, yeah?
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(Dr. Smith grips the bottle tightly, squeezing a large portion into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with Dr. Gusteau the entire time. Dr. Gusteau gags, as Dr. Smith gulps it down.)
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Dr. Smith: Satisfied?
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Dr. Gusteau: You’re disgusting, you know that?
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Dr. Smith: You challenged me, and clearly my wife did too; this butter chicken is diabolical.
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(Dr. Gusteau perks up.)
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Dr. Gusteau: Butter chicken? Not even Vindaloo or something? Oh come on, Mathew! Even I expect more from you.
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Dr. Smith: This isn’t your average butter chicken, Jean. God knows what she must’ve put into this stuff.
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Dr. Gusteau:TWO chilies?!? What, she take out a life insurance policy on you or something?
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Dr. Smith: Listen, I used to take out Indian all the time during my college days. This is different.
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Dr. Gusteau: Yeah right, you must’ve been the least white guy at that restaurant.
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Dr. Smith: The food was hot, okay? They spiced it up real good.
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Dr. Gusteau: Alright, take another bite then. I oughta see this.
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Dr. Smith: If that’s what it takes to convince you. Maybe it won’t be so bad now that I’m used to it.
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(Dr. Smith proceeds to eat a small spoonful of butter chicken, before immediately spitting it out onto the table. He rushes to grab a carton of milk from the nearby refrigerator, as Dr. Gusteau begins to crack up.)
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Dr. Gusteau: Fucking hell, what’d she put in there, a ghost pepper? At least your wife’s got some comedy chops, I’ll give her that.
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(Dr. Smith is frantically chugging the freshly grabbed milk, panting in between each sip, fanning himself with a napkin.)
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Dr. Gusteau: Come on, I was just busting your balls before, but this is getting ridiculous, even for you.
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(Dr. Smith finishes the carton of milk and slams it onto the floor, beginning to hack and cough, keeling over in the process. Sweat is running down his forehead, dripping onto his lab coat.)
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Dr. Gusteau: Ah fuck.
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(Dr. Gusteau gets up and walks over to Dr. Smith, grabbing another carton of milk on his way. He crouches down and hands it to him. Dr. Gusteau whispers something, before being pushed away by Dr. Smith. Dr. Smith returns to his seat, while panting heavily. Dr. Gusteau follows.)
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Dr. Gusteau: You okay?
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Dr. Smith: (In a raspy voice) God. I think I’m okay, I just need a minute.
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Dr. Gusteau: Fuck man, I kinda wanna try it now. You’ve got me all curious.
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Dr. Smith: You just saw me almost die out there, why would you ever wanna try it?
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Dr. Gusteau: Come on, the pain’s half the fun.
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Dr. Smith: I genuinely don’t think you should have any.
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Dr. Gusteau: Only fair for me to give it a shot after busting your balls about it. Besides, I’ve handled much worse. I practically eat ghost peppers for breakfast.
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(Dr. Gusteau eats a heaping spoonful with no notable reaction.)
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Dr. Gusteau: This is like, unironically really, really mild. Think the spiciest thing in here is the heavy cream.
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(Dr. Gusteau grabs another helping, audibly smacking his lips after swallowing.)
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Dr. Gusteau: It’s really good, though!
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[End relevant footage]
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There is an untested and unregistered food based anomaly on this site, and I require YOUR help to put the nail in the coffin and get this thing classified. An array of salted snacks and rice cakes will be provided for any willing test subject.
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The flavor of the anomaly has been described as "Mild" and "Really good though", so if you think you're up for the task, come down to Test-Room 92B at 15:30.
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Anomalous Item Testing Log
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Subject Name: Dr. Wilbur
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Subject Age: 34
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Position: Junior Researcher
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Statement Upon Consuming Suspected Anomaly: Are you expecting like a food review or something? Uhh, it's creamy?
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Subject Name: Dr. Morrison
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Subject Age: 54
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Position: Senior Researcher
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Statement Upon Consuming Suspected Anomaly: It's even better with the rice cakes! You got any more of this stuff? The rice cakes, I mean.
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Subject Name: Poncey
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Subject Age: 19
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Position: Intern
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Statement Upon Consuming Suspected Anomaly: This is why I get butter chicken every single time. Real flavor, no pain.
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Subject Name: Dr. Flagherty
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Subject Age: 28
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Position: Junior Researcher
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Statement Upon Consuming Suspected Anomaly: Jesus Christ, that's spicy. Whoo that is really fucking hot. God, I can't believe you were able to get a spoonful down of this stuff, Mathew. This is crazy hot.
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Note: Testing results aren't at all consistent with what I've been eating. Dr. Flagherty seemed at first to be the only other subject that has been officially challenged by the curry, yet upon further questioning has admitted Dr. Gusteau put him up to this and slipped him a 20 for his efforts. I'll talk to him later.
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I know these guys are weaker than me, and you want to tell me this is "normal"? I don't buy it.
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Notice: The Following File Is Outdated
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This file was originally submitted by Dr. Smith regarding a potential anomalous phenomenon. While its content is mostly inaccurate, it has been retained for posterity.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8785 is to stay in Dr. Smith's possession until it deems another member of Foundation personnel as worthy.
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SCP-8785 prior to consumption.
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Description: SCP-8785 is a butter chicken curry intended to have been consumed by Dr. Smith for lunch. Accounts of SCP-8785’s flavor profile have been erratic throughout testing, with only Dr. Smith having been capable of offering a consistent description of the true nature of SCP-8785. Whether or not SCP-8785 is sentient and specifically challenges Dr. Smith’s ability or elects to spare other Foundation personnel is unknown and is subject of further testing.
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Addendum SCP-8785-A: Incident Report
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The following surveillance footage was pulled from Site-54’s director’s office.
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[Begin Relevant Footage]
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(A hyperventilating Dr. Smith is seen bursting into the office, a knock was not heard on camera.)
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Dr. Smith: Director Kingston, I need to speak with you immediately! This is Class-A Urgent!
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(Director Kingston sighs heavily, before quickly waving his hand.)
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Director Kingston: What’s it this time, Smith?
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Dr. Smith: We’ve got an unregistered anomaly impeding my work and damaging my good reputation.
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(Director Kingston lays back into his chair, hands crossed at the lap.)
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Director Kingston: I'm listening.
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(Dr. Smith pulls out a Tupperware container of SCP-8785 and slams it down on Director Kingston’s desk.)
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Dr. Smith: This curry’s got a mind of its own. It’s edible hellfire. The most miniscule of bites and BOOM!
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(Dr. Smith mimics an explosion erupting from his mouth, accompanied by a quiet whooshing sound.)
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Dr. Smith: It’s got me down for the count.
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Director Kingston: Aha, right. Dr. Gusteau mentioned something like that… and you’re certain this is ano-
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Dr. Smith: Yes, yes, yes, it’s anomalous. I know my spice tolerance is a running joke at this point, but I promise you, I absolutely can handle my spice, and this curry knows it. It’s testing me.
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Director Kingston: Testing you?
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Dr. Smith: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Basically, almost everyone at the site thinks that it's mild, but we know that's not the case based on what I've experienced and-
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(Director Kingston pinches his forehead, before taking a deep breath.)
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Director Kingston: And this curry has it out for you, right? It was just waiting around waiting for a true challenger to step up to it, right? Everyone knows Dr. Smith is the perfect fit for that, right?
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(Dr. Smith tilts his head before scratching the backside of it.)
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Dr. Smith: Yeah, um, that's sort of it, yeah.
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Director Kingston: (Under his breath) Fuck me.
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(Director Kingston attempts to slide the Tupperware container to his person, but Dr. Smith quickly snatches it away before tucking it back into his bag.)
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Director Kingston: What the hell’s the matter with you?
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Dr. Smith: This thing almost murdered me. It’s flavor has been inconsistent. If it deems you worthy just like me and things go south… well, next thing I know they’ll have me packing my bags for almost killing a director. Just trust me on this one.
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Director Kingston: I'd trust a freshly pressed out infant to put up more of a fight against some heat than you.
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(Dr. Smith points at a can of pringles set aside Director Kingston’s lunch.)
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Dr. Smith: Those are really hot, right? I am always up for a hot-chip challenge, best believe me.
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(Director Kingston scoffs.)
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Director Kingston: They are labeled Hot and Spicy Pringles, yes. They’re not really meant to be hot tho-
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(Dr. Smith grabs a singular chip and crams it down his mouth, before immediately falling over, and writhing on the floor. Dr. Smith proceeds to slam his fist into the ground in quick succession. A small puddle of sweat begins to accumulate beneath his head.)
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Director Kingston: Well, congratulations, Dr. Smith, you’ve not wasted my time for once.
Dr. Smith five minutes after eating smoked paprika peanuts.
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Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-8785's anomalous trigger isn't fully understood, Dr. Smith may only consume lightly seasoned meals to avoid further incidents. In order to accommodate Dr. Smith, a specialty menu has been designed: it includes mildly salted chicken breast with a side of rice and green beans as a main, a side of mayonnaise based pasta salad and a cup of Jell-O as a dessert.
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Description: SCP-8785 is Dr. Smith’s exaggerated lack of spice tolerance when confronted with a lightly seasoned meal while in the presence of his peers. Consumption of any slightly spiced meal leads to great bodily harm and discomfort for Dr. Smith.
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The exact conditions of this trigger are not fully understood, as further testing following Incident-8785-F has been suspended due to ethical concerns.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-943 is to be stored in a secure lockbox in a High Security Containment Vault, accessible only to Level 2 or higher personnel. For purposes of interrogation, Level 1 personnel may request access to SCP-943, but the request must be approved by Level 2 personnel, and the individual signing SCP-943 out must record a date, time, location of use, and appropriate protective measures taken to preserve SCP-943's integrity. Failure to do so will result in all personnel involved having their service records subject to immediate review and penalties of demotion or termination for those found negligent.
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Description: SCP-943 is a band of unidentified metal, adjustable through a sliding mechanism to become anywhere from 5cm in diameter, to 38cm in diameter. The band bears inscribings along its outside surface reading in English: "That Justice may flow like water". When placed onto a human subject's arm, the device appears to induce visual, auditory, and tactile hallucinations in a staggered pattern. In all cases, the hallucinations appear to be of an event that is connected to the subject in some way. Invariably, the subject is connected in a way that makes them the aggressor, and in the induced hallucinations, the subject assumes the role of victim. All recorded hallucinations have been of conflict, and are documented in Experiment Log 943-1 through Experiment Log 943-3.
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Addendum: In each experiment, the subject was prepared by repeatedly reminding them of the crime that caused their incarceration, causing it to be foremost in their minds prior to the beginning of the recording.
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Experiment Recording 943-1
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Subject D-39393 is guilty of multiple incidents of embezzlement as an employee of a Foundation cover company.
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Dr. Heiden: D-39393, put on the bracelet.
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D-39393: You can't make me do this, you know! I'm a citizen of ██████████████████████████████!
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Dr. Heiden: Actually, D-39393, we can, according to the terms of your employment agreement. You know, the one that you never read because of the big number on the first page.
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D-39393: [splutters incoherently] Uh, ah, that doesn't mean anything! You still can't do this! I'm a person, not cattle for you to use!
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Dr. Heiden: I am aware you are not livestock. Now put on the bracelet, and you'll be on your way to repaying the $██,███,███ you owe.
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D-39393: You never proved that! You can't prove any of that!
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+Dr. Heiden: D-39393, you will be sedated and the bracelet will be placed on you if you continue to resist. Now put on the bracelet.
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D-39393: Fuck you! You won't do that, you can't do th-
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[At this point, Foundation security personnel neutralized D-39393 with a stun baton and strapped him into the chair nearby, waiting until D-39393 regained consciousness before placing SCP-943 on his arm.]
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Dr. Heiden: The debt repaid by your participation has been reduced by ten percent due to your refusal to cooperate, Mr. ███████. Further refusal will result in accordingly more severe dockings. Now, tell me how you feel.
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D-39393: Uh… I don't feel anything, really. A bracelet on my arm, now… the hell is that thing, anyway?
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Dr. Heiden: Just keep giving me updates, Mr. ███████.
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D-39393: I… I guess I feel a little nervous. No, a lot nervous… God, what is this thing?
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+Dr. Heiden: You're doing well, keep it up.
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+[The subject is sweating profusely and has an elevated heart rate.]
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+D-39393: I am so, so fucked… [D-39393 begins to sob softly]
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+[D-39393 continues in this vein for approximately five and a half minutes.]
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+D-39393: Oh, man… man… [D-39393 perks up slightly] Wait - shh, did you hear that? Fuck…
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Dr. Heiden: What do you hear, D-39393?
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+D-39393: …uh, voices… real faint, though, trying to hear 'em.
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Dr. Heiden: Continue, Mr. ███████.
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+D-39393: Yeah, yeah… hey, how's it going? God, it sounds like I'm back at work… just a bunch of noise.
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Dr. Heiden: Subject appears to be switching from talking to the voices addressing him and myself.
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[Approximately three minutes pass, the subject muttering rapidly to nothing in particular before his voice rises again]
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D-39393: Yeah… no, I hadn't seen the budg- gah! Sorry, I didn't see you there… you want to show me a ledger? Well, alright… Uh, no, I don't know what happened… no, of course not. No, no, it wasn't me! I don't know where the fuck it went!
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Dr. Heiden: Mr. ███████, can you hear me? Hello?
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D-39393: Please, it wasn't me! …what? Tell the Overseers? Me?
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Dr. Heiden: Note for the record - D-39393 ought not have been aware of the existence of O-5 level personnel, considering his position held prior to becoming D-class personnel.
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D-39393: [his voice rising to a shriek] No, I am not telling the Overseers that we're missing over █████████████████████ when I had nothing to do with this! You do it! I'm not going to get turned into Keter-bait because of some fucking accounting error! We've got to find where the fuck this went before they do!
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Dr. Heiden: Terminating recording, the subject has clearly demonstrated all three stages of hallucinatory patterns.
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D-39393 will remain under Foundation control until his debt is repaid… Experiment 943-1 has erased $███,███ of his debt to the Foundation, less ten percent.
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LEVEL 4 EYES ONLY: Subject D-39393 cannot be removed from Foundation employment, having demonstrated knowledge of O-5 level personnel in this experiment and a marked unethical bent in the actions leading to his incarceration. Current recommendation upon release is termination.
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Experiment Recording 943-2
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Subject D-14454 was convicted of sexually abusing and murdering a seven-year-old child.
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Dr. Heiden: D-14454, put on the bracelet.
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D-14454: Naw, I don't have to do that. Put me back in my cell, I want my lawyer.
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Dr. Heiden: You will not be afforded the luxury of a lawyer, D-14454. Put on the bracelet or you will be terminated by Foundation security staff. I've reviewed your records, and believe me: I will not hesitate.
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D-14454: You- you know why I'm in?
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Dr. Heiden: Yes, I know exactly what you are.
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D-14454: Y-you can't tell them, they'll kill me.
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Dr. Heiden: That is my prerogative, D-14454. Put on the bracelet.
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D-14454: O… okay, just don't tell them, right?
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[D-14454 puts the bracelet on]
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D-14454: [noticeably softer] I'm afraid, Doctor…
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Dr. Heiden: Restrain the subject.
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[Security staff wrestle D-14454 into a seat and strap the subject in]
[Security staff back away, D-14454 pants for breath]
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D-14454: No, no, no… no, no, no, no, no, no, no… no…
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Dr. Heiden: What is it, D-14454?
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D-14454: I don't know!
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[D-14454 begins to cry]
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D-14454: I just… I just know there's something… something that's gonna get me!
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Dr. Heiden: Elaborate, D-14454.
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D-14454: Shh. Shhhh, it'll find me! I… I think I can hear it!
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[D-14454 recoils in his seat, pressing himself as deeply into the steel frame as possible]
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D-14454: [whispering] Doctor, get me out of here, please, please…
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Dr. Heiden: The experiment is not complete, D-14454. We will proceed.
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D-14454: Shhh!
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[Four minutes pass]
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D-14454: It's getting closer, we've got to get out of here! We have to lea-
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[D-14454's eyes widen and he stops speaking for a moment.]
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D-14454: It heard me! It heard me! It heard me!
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[D-14454 begins struggling against the chair's restraints]
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D-14454: It can see me!
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Dr. Heiden: D-14454, what do you see? What is 'it'?
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D-14454: It's got me! No! No, no, no, n-
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[Subject D-14454 expired due to a myocardial infarction at this point, and ceased communication.]
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Experiment Log 943-3
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Subject D-31415 was convicted of murder in the second degree.
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Dr. Heiden: The bracelet, D-31415.
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D-31415: This thing?
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[D-31415 picks up and examines the bracelet]
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D-31415: …'that justice may flow like water'… hah. Really, Doctor? You're using me as a test subject on this?
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Dr. Heiden: Yes, we are, D-31415. Put the bracelet on or it will be put on you.
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D-31415: Whatever. It wasn't my fault, I should be a free man. I told you I'm innocent.
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Dr. Heiden: Yes, you did, D-31415. Now put the bracelet on.
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[D-31415 puts on the bracelet and sits in the provided seat. Security personnel strap him to the chair.]
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Dr. Heiden: How do you feel?
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D-31415: No different than I did a minute ago.
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Dr. Heiden: And how did you feel then?
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D-31415: Angry that I'm here… scared, too.
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Dr. Heiden: Very good. Detail any changes to us, please.
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[Three minutes pass]
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Dr. Heiden: I remind you, D-31415, that cooperation is not optional.
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D-31415: Nothing's changed! I'm strapped in a really uncomfortable chair, and you've got this thing on my arm, and it sucks! What do you want me to say?
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Dr. Heiden: …that will be all, D-31415.
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D-31415: Fine by me.
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[Eight minutes pass]
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Dr. Heiden: Nothing new, D-31415?
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D-31415: No!
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Dr. Heiden: Terminating experiment and returning D-31415 to quarters.
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LEVEL 4 EYES ONLY: D-31415 was taken into custody after killing an Agent in self-defense during an attempted emergency commandeering of the subject's vehicle. Agent ███████████ attempted to commandeer D-31415's vehicle during a severe containment breach of SCP-███, causing its release into a nearby town. D-31415 was a licensed firearms carrier and fired three rounds into Agent ███████████'s chest, killing ███ instantly. D-31415 was apprehended shortly afterwards, and Agent ███████████'s remains were recovered.
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