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Item #: SCP-xxxxObject Class: Euclid |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx is to be at all times kept within enclosed 4x4x3m concrete room with 1 bed, 1 toilet and [REDACTED]. SCP-xxxx is to be fed daily with standard aliment and when showing signs of illness be given appropriate medicine. No personel is allowed inside unless during testing and periodic room structure maintenance. No direct contact with SCP-xxxx is allowed.
Description: SCP-xxxx appears to be a Caucasian male, ██ years old with black hair and eyes. He refers to himself as ███ █████. His real name is ██████ █████████. Subject is taciturn and generally is not willing to talk to anybody except to ███████. His most recognizable characteristic is
Little to nothing is known about the real nature of SCP-xxxx, Previous tests have shown contradictory and ambiguous results. Despite the fact his containment chamber is easily accessible by most personel none of them seem to be able to form or explain their observations in a way clear enough to form adequate conjectures. However the only coherent piece of information given by observers is several quotes of SCP-xxxx mentioning You… Yes, You. Who are You? I don't quite remember anybody else's presence here except mine. How did you get here? How did I get here? More importantly - what is this place? I've never been here. I don't think I've seen anything like this before. Have You walked me here? I do not reckon. I do not even think you could've done that as You are barely present… Not like nonexistent. You are quasi-transparent. I can see through You. But there is still a dispersed image, an unknown mass molding in the fragment of space where I could expect something to manifest its own presence.
But the relevance of those abstract visions are too far apart from the reality i am embracing to be truly important. It doesn't change the fact that they make me feel… uncomfortable. I cannot feel my innards. But it's not strictly related to this sensation. It's outside my body. Like projected onto your resemblance. Is it the state You are experiencing right now? Is it a link to make the communication possible? Or maybe not? Maybe it just wants me to go back to what i was doing and wait untill it goes away… But at the same time I can almost hear it screaming inside me, reminding that its still there. Trying to hold onto someone who is willing to listen to it, who will understand its purpose. It is indeed important. And therefore I cannot lose it…
Am i scared that it will go away? I kind of hope it won't. No, not You. Me. From there. I feel like yourself I am there. And i want to stay like this. It makes me feel this way. Makes my small presence valid. Makes Your dim presence valid. You are also important. I am also important. There is another reason why I am in there as You with You. Yes?
Addendum: Yes
Description: I am thankful to you for clarifying… That sensation is quite an odd one to feel. Now I dont think it will ever go away. I think You were I was made to feel this. That its my burden to carry. Its hard but manageable. I think i can do it. The highest prophecy… No, no, it makes no sense. I am thinking too far ahead.
Coming back from that digression - Do You realize You are also here? Like right now, with us? Or rather with what seems to be left of us? Most probably You cannot sense me, like I couldn't sense You before, as so I'm told to somehow be a non-existent being from Your perspective.
But thou on the other hand. Thou are not my property. As such thou can answer, yes?
Addendum: Yes, he is here. He already was before you asked. Next to me. I am submerged in his figure. He can see you speak. You however shall not see him. You shall once it ends. Now, for you it is merely a shard of distant memory, remnant of the past figures. He will not be here before you end. Though he is present for me. And he will be present when the time comes.
Description: Thy voice seem to be blurred. I can read it as open but it is uncertain for You… However, I believe in Your capacity. You should know. You should continue.
That feeling wants me to diffuse into the ether. But the place I am in is unreachable. I cannot see anything. Unworldly pictures dither all around me. The work of silent creatures stops my sight from travelling beyond. And the words. The words, like me, are held captive, trapped within the never-ending rows of cold but awake metal cells conjoined by a pattern of seamless chains. It is like an eternal prison, a frozen hell. This reality could not possibly be the only that exists. Is there something more i do not know about? It seems to be a dream but my mind would not possibly be able to comprehend such eccentricity, yes?
Object Class: Again. Yes.
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Revision #01:
4/xxxx LEVEL 4/xxxxCLASSIFIED |
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Item #: SCP-xxxxObject Class: EuclidKeter |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx is to be at all times kept within enclosed 4x4x3m concrete room with 1 bed, 1 toilet and 1 personal computer with no internet connection for its own use. No electronic devices with text editing software such as computers, phones etc. are to be given to the subject. SCP-xxxx is to be fed daily with standard aliment and when showing signs of illness be given appropriate medicine. No personel is allowed inside unless during testing and periodic room structure maintenance. No direct contact with SCP-xxxx is allowed.
Description: SCP-xxxx , previously Class-D personel D-487██, appears to be a caucasian male, 30 years old with black hair and eyes. He refers to himself as The Author. His real name is was erased from the Foundation server during the Irrigo incident. Subject is taciturn and generally is not willing to talk to anybody except to himself. His most recognizable characteristic is his obsession with writing texts presumed to be loosely based on his thought process and dialogue with an imaginary character he refers as to "You".
SCP-xxxx-T is a document recovered from subject's personal computer after the Irrigo incident. The file is a heavily modified version of original SCP-xxxx description. The original document stored in ████████ Data Center has been corrupted beyond restore.
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Revision #02:
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Item #: SCP-xxxxObject Class: EuclidKeter |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx The original instance of SCP-xxxx designated SCP-xxxx-0 is to be at all times kept within enclosed 4x4x3m concrete room with all amenities described in previous revisions. No personel is allowed inside unless during testing and periodic room structure maintenance. No direct or indirect form of contact with SCP-xxxx is allowed.
Upon localising an instance of SCP-xxxx-n it is to be secured, transported to the nearest site and locked or terminated and [REDACTED]. All foundation personel of higher classes affected on a minor scale by the SCP-xxxx is to be separated and quarantined. All heavily affected personel or any Class-D personel is to be immidiately terminated and [REDACTED]. Lockdown of quarantined subjects is to be held until a countermeasure to SCP-xxxx effects is found.
Any form of texts written or manipulated by SCP-xxxx-0 and their copies is to be immidiately reported and/or destroyed with use of neccesary precautions. No secured instances of those texts are to be read or viewed by personel despite of their clearance level.
Description: Original instance of SCP-xxxx designated SCP-xxxx-0, previously known as Class-D personel D-487██, appears to be a caucasian male, 30 years old with black hair and eyes. He refers to himself as The Author. His real name was erased from the Foundation servers during the first major Irrigo incident designated Irrigo-01. Subject is taciturn and generally not willing to talk to anybody except to himself. His most recognizable characteristic is his obsession with writing texts presumed to be loosely based on his thought process and dialogue with an imaginary character he refers as to "You".
Analysis of subject's texts have shown that it was most probably responsible for major data leak from foundation's servers and spread of memetic cognitohazard troughout the internet.
SCP-xxxx-n (with n being consecutive natural numbers) is a designation for all subjects affected by SCP-xxxx-0 cognitohazarduous effects - an instance is created whenever a person reads any form of text created or modified by SCP-xxxx. Shortly after reading text instances of SCP-xxxx-n start to [REDACTED]. Currently there are ████ reported instances.
Addendum:
Revision #03: [TEMPORARY FILE | IN WRITING]:
Item #: SCP-xxxx
Object Class: keter?
Object Status: not secured/ breached containment / on the loose
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx containment procedure is yet to be found All SCP-xxxx-n instances are to be contained according to containment procedures from previous revision. The original files or any of their copies as well as SCP-xxxx-T are to be deleted from current document.
Description: SCP-xxxx was previously assumed to be a Class-D personel D-487██. D-487██ has been found to be in fact another instance of SCP-xxxx and now is redesignated to SCP-xxxx-D487██. Current location of the real SCP-xxxx is yet unknown.
It is possibile that the original instance has self-neutralised or has
It is possible that SCP-xxxx conciousness has transported onto another host
It is speculated that SCP-xxxx might not manifest as a singular being but hivemind of all
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Not much is known about the real nature of SCP-xxxx.
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