Dr. Allegro's Proposal

Item #: SCP-001

Object Class: Keter-Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the widespread nature of SCP-001-A, containment is not possible by any conventional means. Despite its comparatively fragile physiology, SCP-001 has proven strangely adept at containing other anomalous entities, granting it Thaumiel classification by order of the O5 Council. Should the effects of SCP-001-B wear off, for whatever reason, then unfortunately the Foundation can do little more than watch. And pray.

Description: SCP-001 is an information-age, bipedal, culture-bearing species of primate classified in the genus Homo, especially the species of Homo sapiens. Members of this species, designated SCP-001-A, are anatomically similar and related to the great apes but are distinguished by a more highly developed brain and a resultant capacity for articulate speech and abstract reasoning. In addition, SCP-001-A instances display a marked erectness of body carriage that frees the hands for use as manipulative members. Some of these characteristics, however, are not entirely unique to SCP-001-A. The gap in cognition between humans and the great apes (orangutans, gorillas, chimpanzee, bonobos and SCP-1000) is much less than was once thought, as they have been shown to possess a variety of advanced cognitive abilities formerly believed to be restricted to SCP-001-A. Over the course of its existence, SCP-001-A has formed communities, starting as small villages and towns which evolved into kingdoms, eventually growing up into fully formed nations and the modern international community.

SCP-001-A's anomalous properties lie primarily in its ability to survive through insurmountable and even impossible odds. This effect has been designated SCP-001-B. SCP-001-A have been able to survive significant natural and man-made catastrophes, major global conflicts and dangerous breaches by SCP objects. The cause of SCP-001-B's effect is unknown.

Not only has SCP-001-A been able to survive the existence of SCP objects, but they have been able to contain over ████ of them to date. A minority of the species' population is aware of the anomalous and paranatural, forming organisations to combat and defend against them (such as the UN Global Occult Coalition, GRU Division 'P', FBI UIU and, of course, the SCP Foundation). The vast majority are unaware of the anomalous, with a 'veil of secrecy' maintained, separating the world of the anomalous to the world of generally accepted normalcy.

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WELCOME, O5 COUNCILLOR

Humanity is… weird.

After God knows how many lifetimes of trying, I have a feeling, deep down, that I'll never truly understand human nature. The closest I've come is my belief that humans are all different. No two are the same. Except for Bright, he's the one exception. The man's insane. But in general, that's what I understand human nature to be. Yet we all seem to have some kind of unifying quality. We survive.

That's the part that I don't understand.

Take the Foundation as a case in point. We've catalogued over 5000 SCPs, a hell of a lot of them are scarier and more powerful than us. Yet we're still dominant, at the top of the food chain. We've overcome every challenge that nature and paranature has thrown at us, two World Wars, six Occult Wars, disasters, anomalies, and a lot worse. Either we're lucky or something's going on. Hence the theory of SCP-001-B.

In 1967, I tasked O5-12, The Accountant, to analyse casualty counts in major disasters and breaches, just to ensure that SCP-001-B's quality isn't wearing off. Just out of curiosity, I didn't think that anything would come of it. Until something did.

Casualty counts started going up. Sevens become seventeens, then seventies, then seven hundreds, and so on. This trend has been gradually increasing at an average rate of .43% per annum, leading myself and the O5 Council to come to a rather… grim hypothesis.

Humanity's luck is running out.

It's only a matter of time before something happens, something so large that we, the Foundation sworn to ensure the complete security of mankind, cannot prevent casualty counts exceeding tens of thousands, even millions, then eventually billions. There is coming a day where this world will be plunged into chaos, where the things we've contained all these years break loose and wreak havoc upon a world not ready to accept them. When that day comes, my friends, we will have a choice.

We can either join the scrambling masses, spending our last days with our loved ones and embrace the fact that the inevitable is nigh. Personally, I won't blame you if you opt for this. I regret not spending the time I had with my loved ones before… it doesn't matter.

Or we will resist. We will do what we can to prevent casualties, to keep the flame of hope burning, in the hope that even one member of our race will survive. We will die in the dark so that they can live in the light, if need be.

We will secure. We will contain. We will protect.

Ain't that a bitch?