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The Astromoles Discover What's Past The Terrestrial Cosmos; 19th of Pebbleber, Mole Year 190.
Location: Main Molerdom Underground System, Puławy, Poland.
After the success of the Astromoles and the M.I.T.S.E stepping foot on the terrestrial cosmos, the moles were in massive ardour. The King has proposed to his wife, Moletta of Pawtown, and after she said yes, the Molerndom was beyond ecstatic. Some moles went as far as celebrating with mole champagne. Both the King and Queen were in stable position, with the former Molerndom learning from their mistakes.
The Astromoles were granted with free food, water, comfort and mole chicks as possible after the ascent to the terrestrial cosmos. They were so unready of what would occur next; most likely the biggest and most critically important time of the Molerndom. Andrew of Waddleburg. A small, yet very courageous mole, with the undying hunger of exploration into the unknown. He thought out of the box. He was smarter than the other moles. He wanted to go higher.
He called in the strongest and buffest mole builders of the whole Molerndom. Everyone thought they were going to make another small M.I.T.S.E base. But oh were they wrong. Andrew got the supplies.
Conducting experiments on many materials and getting interesting results, he checked for the best land. He dug, with his companions, a long tunnel to the unknown, connecting with the Molerndom's highway of road.
He suddenly stopped, and dug upwards…
It was perfect. No trees, no humans and no Lolek.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Physical containment is currently unfeasible due to the size of SCP-XXXX. Any proposals for its containment may be submitted to the current researcher designated to SCP-XXXX1. Disinformation campaigns regarding SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties are taking place to impede in the civilian discovery of the anomaly. Probe 'ARCTURUS' is to remain in low Pluto orbit in order to observe SCP-XXXX until the execution of Protocol 'Boomerang'.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a dwarf planet located in the Kuiper Belt, commonly referred to as Pluto. SCP-XXXX has the anomalous ability to engage in conversations through the use of radio waves. It is unknown to the Foundation where the source of the radio waves originates from and how SCP-XXXX is capable of producing them. SCP-XXXX shows signs of sapience and the capability to experience emotions. All communications with SCP-XXXX are to be accomplished via Foundation Probe 'ARCTURUS'. On the 8th of November 2023, Protocol 'Boomerang' is to occur, sending the Foundation probe back to Earth.
Discovery: At 09:54 AM Pacific Daylight Time, Site 15 received multiple radio waves propagating from Probe 'ARCTURUS' on a routine orbit around Pluto, reporting high levels of radio wave receptions. Upon demodulating the received radio waves from Probe 'ARCTURUS', the Foundation received a 45 second sound file produced by SCP-XXXX. When sounded, a message, relayed in English, was received:
Winds of frost, water under me. The tide is sinking, deep and deep. Where do we go? Where do we meet? What do we do? Where shall I proceed with my fleet? How do you see? Into this night? Tell me, please, my one. The story of stand and flight.
In an attempt to discover the source of the radio waves received by Probe 'ARCTURUS', the Foundation used the probe to transmit recordings. Communication logs between Probe 'ARCTURUS' and SCP-XXXX are attached thereby under:
[[BEGIN DISCOVERY LOG]]
Probe 'ARCTURUS': This is Site 15 of the SCP Foundation speaking. Identify yourself.
SCP-XXXX: Wait… What? Who said that? How?
Probe 'ARCTURUS': I repeat. This is Site 15 of the SCP Foundation speaking. Identify yourself.
SCP-XXXX: That again? Where is it coming from? I think I see something… I don't know… Can you repeat? Are you that… Weird glimmer in the distance? Hello?
Probe 'ARCTURUS': This is Site 15 of the SCP Foundation speaking. This is Probe Arcturus. Identify yourself.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, my! It does talk! How? I… I'm… I don't have an identity. I don't have a name. Hello… Arcturus? What are you doing here in such a… Lonely and desolate place?
Probe 'ARCTURUS': I have received a large reception of radio waves on a regular orbit mission, and I have come to investigate the source of the waves. How are you able to communicate by the use of radio waves?
SCP-XXXX: You talk very slowly. Is everything alright? Oh… And… What, talk in Cosmonian? I learned the language by listening to the radio waves in the cosmos. I always knew how to make sound, but, organised sound, I never managed to do. I learned what you meant, and like a baby learning its first language, it came naturally, and I just… I just learned it, I guess. I don't really know. How are you alive? I've never seen anything like you before. Are you sure you're not… Lost, maybe?
Probe 'ARCTURUS': I am a probe, I cannot experience life, but my people in my home planet are very interested and would love to know more. How long have you been able to speak?
SCP-XXXX: Home planet? The one that… I… I heard your Cosmonian! You talked to eachother. You sent eachother letters, messages, calls of distress, some other stuff about war and locations? I heard that! I really did. And I don't know for how long. I've been sitting here for ages. It's really cold and it's really lonely. I really wish I could've communicated with you, in your home planet, whilst you were doing it. I felt really… I guess lonely. I couldn't talk to anyone really until now.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': How are you able to receive radio waves from here?
SCP-XXXX: Cosmonian and radio waves are the same thing, I'm guessing. And… I don't know? It just… I wish I could answer, but I'm lost for words. I just listen, I try talking back, but I don't get anything in response. It hurts.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': How are you alive?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, don't be silly! I'm alive, just like you, or your… Creators? I was just born, and I am here now. I don't have a real backstory to how I am alive… That's a question I never have gotten before. I don't know if I'm glad to be alive, though. It's… Real cold. Real, real cold. All I can do is look at the stars and… Wait. That's about it. I just wait for nothing, hoping something will come. Why are you here, by the way? It doesn't seem too usual.Probe 'ARCTURUS': We have located a large number of radio waves propagating from you. My creators have decided to investigate on how you can communicate like so.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, well I can! I can talk, I can recite some poems I made before, I can… I can sit here and be lonely and… Ah, whatever. I'm irrelevant, really. I talk to myself sometimes.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': You communicate with yourself?
SCP-XXXX: It's pretty lonely here. Who else would I talk to? It's pointless to talk to anything else. What, the stars? The stars ignore me. They turn their cheeks on me and never want to talk. My heart turned cold. I wished to talk back, but I could only ever listen. It almost felt as if it got quieter and quieter every day the more I realised all I could do is listen and not be apart of anything.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Thank you for your time.
SCP-XXXX: So quickly? Please return someday… I really need someone to talk to. Please? I… I'm… Please come back.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': I will try.
[[BEGIN COMMUNICATION LOG]]
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Hello.
SCP-XXXX: Oh my words! You're back! You've actually returned! Bless the void!
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Why are you surprised?
SCP-XXXX: No one has ever returned to me or spoken back to me. And you're the first. I'm so… Happy… Thank you. I… I'm… Happy. A slight sob was heard coming from SCP-XXXX.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': No problem. May we talk to you again?
SCP-XXXX: Please, please do! I'm guessing you can't land on me? I can show you around, and show you… Well, nothing, really. This place is the same for thousands of years. Or what feels like thousands of years…
Probe 'ARCTURUS': I'm afraid not. Let's limit ourselves to conversation for now.
SCP-XXXX: I understand. Please, ask some questions.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Do things talk to you?
SCP-XXXX: I think so. I can sometimes hear some things, but I can never make out what they say, other than on your planet. What is it called, by the way?
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Planet Earth. It's a long distance from here. I have heard you write poetry. Is that so?
SCP-XXXX: Yes. I do. I never thought you'd ask. It's not that… Interesting. Everyone has some weird boring… Hobby… It's really nothing… Special.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': What is it about?
SCP-XXXX: I… Seek for warmth. It's not just normal heat. I am cold, and I probably will be cold forever, and it just feels like its normal. But I don't know… I want to feel something outside this cold… Warmth. It's lonely. There's nothing in reach. I can't even hug myself… To give me warmth. I just sit here and wait for nothing. Not even death is willing to touch me. It's so cold.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Continue please.
SCP-XXXX: And this warmth, it seems so close, yet it… It never reaches me. I yearn for it every day but it never yearns back. The cold bites me, rips me, tears me to shreds. I want the warmth to make me feel… Not… Alone.
Probe 'ARCTURUS': What do you exactly mean?
SCP-XXXX: It's something you'll probably… Never experience… You won't really… Understand it…
Probe 'ARCTURUS': May you elaborate?
SCP-XXXX: I… I can't… I'm… Too shy…
Probe 'ARCTURUS': You are alone. Only I am here to listen to what you do. No one will shame you.
SCP-XXXX: Are you… Sure?
Probe 'ARCTURUS': Yes.
SCP-XXXX: Ok… Then…
SCP-XXXX proceeds to rotate, showing its Tombaugh Regio.2 After 3 seconds, SCP-XXXX's surface area turns to a slight red tint.
SCP-XXXX: It's so… Cold…
[[END LOG]]
Note from Dr. Eriksen:
The Foundation isn't cruel, but cold. And that is a message I firmly stand by. However, sometimes that coldness… Well… It's not the best for some certain SCP's. Sometimes, a different solution is needed. And given this example, we will need to rethink our stern frigid direction. I really never knew I'd feel… Bad for a planet. A dwarf planet. I… Yeah…
On the 7th of January 2020, Dr. Eriksen has revised the containment procedures of SCP-XXXX.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-XXXX's location and size, the Foundation is unable to successfully contain SCP-XXXX. Any proposals regarding its containment may be submitted to the O5 council. A disinformation campaign is undergoing regarding SCP-XXXX's pulsating area used for communication to deter suspicion. Agents are to survey observatories in regards to possible information leaks about SCP-XXXX. Unauthorised personnel who identify SCP-XXXX's anomalous abilities are to be administered Class-B amnestics.
Foundation probe 'ARCTURUS' is to communicate with SCP-XXXX at a minimum of twice a week. This is to ensure SCP-XXXX feels loved happy special a common need to communicate with the Foundation, allowing for a higher collection of information regarding the dwarf planet.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX are to be contained at Site-19 in a standard containment locker. Consumption of SCP-XXXX with the intent of research may be granted by the current acting research head over the anomaly. Any information regarding Argyle and Thomspon's outside of Foundation possession is to be acquired and confiscated as soon as possible. Class B Amnestics are to be administered to unauthorized personnel who have experienced SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties.
Description: SCP-XXXX collectively designates a quantity of 512 hard gelatin-based capsules designed for human oral consumption. Each instance of SCP-XXXX is respectively referred to as SCP-XXXX-1 through -512. All SCP-XXXX instances are accommodated unevenly in 36 oak containers, with "Argyle and Thompson's Pharmaceuticals" inscribed on their tops. Upon consumption, any psychological disorders relating to or possessing similar symptoms to post-traumatic stress disorder will be significantly negated in presence. The study of brain activity post the consumption of SCP-XXXX has yielded no tangible results.
Consumption of SCP-XXXX does not incur any observable chemical alterations within neurological tissue, leaving the exact manner in which SCP-XXXX accomplishes its effect unkown.3
Discovery: The Foundation first came into contact with instances of SCP-XXXX in 1927, 6 years after the dissolution of Argyle and Thompson's Pharmaceuticals, the drug's manufacturers. This occurred when the frequency of grave robbings in the local area of one of the companies' pharmaceutical manufactories amplified severely. The Foundation was notified after 'strange behavioral patterns' were identified by non-Foundation personnel, reporting cases of people 'clawing at the ground' and screaming 'come back' at the graves of deceased relatives, and, occasionally, obtaining the cadavers of relatives and attempting to bring them home.
After further investigation, it has been identified that only personnel who are experiencing post-traumatic stress disorder from active combat roles during a previous war have been affected. Multiple contemporary local newspaper reports have been discovered by the Foundation detailing the effects of the drug on army personnel. However, no publications were able to distinguish the origin of the aforementioned phenomena, and as such, it was frequently identified as an effect of post-traumatic stress disorder. It is predicted that roughly 15,000 instances of SCP-XXXX have been manufactured for civilian use.
Addendum 1:XXXX - Update: On the 15th of March, 1929, Great War war veteran M. H. Greenhill had volunteered to consume an instance of SCP-XXXX under Foundation supervision. The person in question had been exhibiting signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and depression before consumption. Upon oral consumption, M. H. Greenhill appeared to stand up and had begun immediately questioning Foundation personnel, pleading for 'My beloved Jasper'. Due to the vague request, the Foundation declined, and after multiple attempts at breaching the facilities, M. H. Greenhill was administered Class-A Amnestics.
After 15 minutes of administering, M. H. Greenhill's erratic behavioral fluctuations remanifested. Upon a more discernible request - of being relocated to the ████████ Cemetery, where the person's deceased relatives had been placed - a consensus was initiated by local Foundation personnel to undergo the requested procedure. M. H. Greenhill was transported to the requested location, and upon disembarking the Foundation vehicle, had begun to sprint towards the grave of his deceased son, Jasper Greenhill, who had expired after being terminated in action during the Second World War. Thereby after reaching the place of rest, M. H. Greenhill had begun excavating the burial site.
Despite multiple attempts to restrain the person, M. H. Greenhill had reached the shallow coffin of Jasper Greenhill, of which he began to dislocate the cover off of. After roughly 3 minutes, M. H. Greenhill had grasped the decomposing corpse of his son, Jasper Greenhill, and embraced it, whilst reportedly saying: 'You're home. Sweet Jasper. I miss you so much, son. Where have you been?', before beginning to show advanced feelings of joy and sorrow. M. H. Greenhill was tranquilized on request, and Jasper Greenhill's cadaver since has been reburied.
Addendum 2:XXXX - Update: Proceeding the events of Addendum 1:XXXX, SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects have been properly identified. Upon oral consumption of SCP-XXXX, the brain's universal discomfort reflex experienced in reaction to viewing expired lifeforms ceases to operate. Due to cognitive alterations, the consumer becomes unaware that a deceased relative has expired, and instead deems them to be alive, in which they will hereafter attempt to allocate them and reintegrate them into their lives.4
In order to further evaluate SCP-XXXX's effects, M. H. Greenhill was granted the ability to biweekly visit Jasper Greenhill in a standard human containment unit. After questioning M. H. Greenhill, his son's cadaver showed no signs of physical or cognitive aging over a 4 year period since consumption until the effect's cessation. All attempts to terminate SCP-XXXX's effects have been unsuccessful. Upon the cessation of SCP-XXXX's effects, M. H. Greenhill retained no memory of any interactions with Jasper Greenhill. Visitations were ceased immediately and Jasper Greenhill was reburied.
It is unknown how many war veterans have consumed SCP-XXXX and experienced it's anomalous properties since the drug's first mass-production, or how many occurrences there have been of consumers identifying the expiration of a relative whilst coexisting with them in a shared building.
Addendum 3:XXXX - Update: On the 11th of November, 2018, a paper note has been found in SCP-XXXX's containment unit of an unidentifiable source. On it was crudely inscribed:
"Lest we forget. They shall not grow old."
