Addendum-XXXX-1: On December 1st, Dr. Whitefield experienced an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 on her way toward the East Medical Bay. This encounter proceeded as normal, until Dr. Whitefield entered the Medical Bay, and the entity made the following statement:
["I see you value your cleanliness, nothing like my old lab…..Mr. ███ could do everything but organise."]
Dr. Whitefield, before taking a pill to neutralise her infection, asked who this individual was. The entity replied:
["Him? Why, the most advanced, underappreciated scientist of this generation. His anti-war efforts are beyond astounding, along with his creation?".]
Dr. Whitefield questioned the entity further, asking what he created. The entity reportedly vanished, and on a mirror in Dr. Whitefield's vicinity was the word 'Me' written on the condensation present. Upon curing herself of SCP-XXXX, the writing had vanished. This event leads researchers to believe the virus is learning how to make subjects hallucinate more than just SCP-XXXX-1. This also led into speculation about an individual known as Mr. ███ being the creator of the virus.
Interview-XXXX-1
Interviewed - Mr. ███
Interviewer - Dr. Sanchez
Foreword: Mr. ███ has come forward and expressed interest in retrieving SCP-XXXX, claiming that it is his property. This request is accepted with the invitation for an interview, after Addendum-XXXX-1. Mr ███ is seated in an interrogation room, facing a metal table. Across the table there is an empty chair, for Dr. Sanchez. Mr ███ is seen to act nervous and on edge throughout the interview.
<Begin log, [December 2, 2010 / 11:06]>
Dr. Sanchez enters, and takes a seat in the empty seat, clutching a few documents under his arm.
Mr. ███: Can I begin with saying that I didn't expect it to get out of control so quickly in that town. I-I just wanted to see if it really…worked I guess.
Dr. Sanchez: So you admit that you made this virus and unleashed it on a town full of innocent people, not knowing what it could do?
Mr. ███: I knew what it could do…to an extent. It was originally supposed to be a virus that could learn and educate itself as it was passed along, a sort of portable intelligence, that I could be able to use to help me in my work. Got barely any sleep for 7 weeks, but I managed to create something, it wasn't complete at all though. And it wasn't me who created what it is now.
Dr. Sanchez: I see, and who exactly created 'what it is now', may I ask?
Mr. ███: That's thanks to my son and wife. After one of the long days working on it, my idiot son decided to have a play in my work-space. He contracted the virus, and it tried it's best to learn whatever it could from him. It's no coincidence that Zoey was an extreme pacifist, and I guess she rubbed off on him, before her accident. All he ever wanted was peace and his mother back.
Dr. Sanchez: Seems very noble and mature for a-*sound of rustling papers* a 7 year old.
Mr. ███: Yeah yeah, well I wasn't really around, which gave his mother plenty of time to give him the pep talks. The kid thought that peace was the highest form of life, maybe the virus learned that too. Either way, that's all it wants now. And it uses the hallucination of my wife to do that. What can I say, it's a prototype learning virus, it's not perfect.
Dr. Sanchez: A very touching story, Mr. ███, but nevertheless, you've still admitted to releasing a potentially dangerous substance to a whole town.
Mr. ███: It's the opposite of dangerous, Doctor. I've created the disease of peace. My name will go down in history. And besides, you had no right to take it from me in the first place. So can you please take me to whatever cell you hold it in?
Dr. Sanchez: I'm afraid not, Mr. ███. It became our property as soon as you released this anomaly upon the citizens of Aberdeenshire. Security!
Mr. ███: What? You bastards!
Mr. ███ continues to yell profanity at Dr. Sanchez and the two security guards, who come in to remove Mr. ███. The door closes with an audible thump.
<End log>
Audio log - [December 3, 2010 / 13:41]
Dr. Sanchez: Dr. Whitefield…I fear I may have caught onto something.
Dr. █████: Go ahead, I'm all ears, got nothing better to do other than work on the amnestization paperwork, thank you by the way.
Dr. Sanchez: I-It's about that actually. Would you agree that 'Zoey' led us to allow Mr ███ in for questioning?
Dr. █████: Uh yeah, that's how we figured out where she came from.
Dr. Sanchez: Right, and that also led to the amnestization of Mr ███. I have a new theory…it knew what it was doing.
Dr. █████: Why do you say that?
Dr. Sanchez: There's quite a few reasons that spring to mind. He would be the only one that would actually know a proper cure, it wanted us to know exactly what it was…..and smudged on that window are the words 'Thank you' written by finger.
Dr. █████: So you're saying we're infected, and it's been playing off like we aren't this entire time? Jesus Christ….we need to tell High Command.
Dr. Sanchez: No! Not yet…it's a harmless virus, Dr. Whitefield, we know what it wants, we can talk it down…hopefully. If it doesn't work out and it all goes to shit…then I'll be ready for the consequences.
<End log>
Interview-XXXX-2
Interviewed - SCP-4371-1
Interviewer - Dr. Sanchez
Foreword: Dr. Sanchez is seated in an unidentified interrogation room in a metal chair. He is facing a metal table, with a pen and paper in front of him so he may record SCP-XXXX-1's responses. To all other personnel, it is conducted as a normal interview. However, due to recent events, Dr. Sanchez hopes that it will go down differently than originally intended.
<Begin Log, [December 5th, 2010 / 13:41]>
Dr. Sanchez: SCP-XXXX-1, I estimate that you have now infected every staff member by now. I only wish to now what your intentions are, so that we can deal with you accordingly.
Response: My name is Zoey, and my goal is what it always was. This entire site will be full of strong-minded, peaceful individuals in due time, Ulysses Sanchez. I know you are not a man of war…why must you wish to stop me?
Dr. Sanchez: I wish to stop you, Zoey, because violence is sometimes necessary for the safety of others. Not many objects we contain share the same mindset as you, and we must act accordingly.
Response: Violence was never and will never be the only answer. World peace…a similar dream of every specimen of your kind. I am Peace, Ulysses. None of you imbeciles see this. You are all too primitive to see my reasoning, which is why I knew it would be easy to fool you.
Dr. Sanchez: I don't believe comments on our inexperience with a threat so unique as you are necessary.
Response: I am no threat to any of you! It is not fair, you idiots know what I am, a cure is not necessary for me….how can you cure peace?
Dr. Sanchez: You are not peace. You are a virus, a danger to us all, in fact. Some of these objects can end everything, and most of them are a lot more dangerous and violent than we are. The last thing any staff member needs is an impulse to no longer protect humanity.
Response: I am no danger to anyone! I can help you all, once you understand I can help you deal with everything you contain here, peace is always an option. None of this is fair. Everyone must see!
*SCP-XXXX-1 appears to become visibly distressed, and mannerisms of the entity trying to sustain it's realism quickly fade.*
Dr. Sanchez: Zoey, I must ask you to calm down. I'm afraid I cannot let you simply mingle with everything we have set up here like an ill-tempered child. You will do nothing of the sorts, you do not understand anything beyond your ideals.
Dr. Sanchez is cut off, presumably by SCP-XXXX-1's response. Dr. Sanchez appears distressed, and quietly writes down the response. He then stands up from his chair, walks toward the camera, and holds up his piece of paper, highlighting a certain sentence.
You can't stop me
<End log>
No further official encounters with SCP-XXXX-1 were held after this interview.
MTF Gav-16 was deployed to Mr. ███'s residency in Aberdeenshire from Site 41 on December 11, 2010. However, no record of any cure was ever found inside Mr. ███'s residency. However, a cure is currently being tested by Research Team Epsilon in Site 41. If these tests yield positive results, this section of SCP-XXXX's file will be deleted and the cure section will be updated.
Revised Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently contained in Quarantine Zone 11, formerly known as Site 6. All former staff of Site 6 are now infected individuals and are not to be permitted exit of the quarantine zone. Security guards must observe all entry points and must at least 7 security guards are to be present at all times. Every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday, food and water are to be delivered through Gate A. If any form of non-permitted escape or entry is observed, subjects must be eliminated and remains must be burned. If security staff present experience instances of SCP-XXXX-1, Research Team Epsilon are to be notified immediately, and all instructions given must be followed.
On April 23rd, Research Team Epsilon received a message from Dr. Sanchez's personal terminal in Site 6.
Addendum-XXXX-2: SCP-XXXX has gained an understanding on how to affect a subject's cerebellum. This was first recorded on April 22nd, 2011. Any subject infected can now reportedly be 'pushed/forced away' from certain objects to prevent violent actions of any kind. All subject's infected with SCP-XXXX have confirmed that, to them, this is due to actions taken by SCP-XXXX-1. Subjects are appearing to become more and more distressed with SCP-XXXX's presence. It is unknown whether SCP-XXXX has developed it's own view of what can be considered violent or passive, or if it has gained considerable annoyance with non-compliance. If the answer proves to be the latter, extreme actions and caution must follow. And now a personal message - please get us help. Whatever sentience the virus had, sanity accompanied it. And now it's losing it, along with it's patience. I fear it won't be long until it gains even more control over us. It's already ditched communication.