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Item Number: SCP
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The building in which SCP is contained is to be guarded by armed personnel. While the entry door acting as the entry threshold to SCP is a standard class B-rated fire door, a security doorway has been constructed in front of the entry door. This security doorway jamb is constructed of 5” thick stainless steel, with a door constructed of two layers of 2.5” thick stainless steel panels sandwiching an anechoic material.
Personnel are not permitted to access the hallways above or below SCP except those with level 4 clearance who have submitted an executed Plan of Action Form-U88 and been approved by the site principal and the lead researcher during that quarter year.
Any test subjects or foundation personnel exhibiting effects, of any degree, associated with exposure to SCP or SCP-1 must be quarantined immediately.
Description:
SCP is a hallway located on the 2nd floor of the ████████ ███████████ Condominium complex located in ██████, NV in the United States. The aesthetic construction of SCP appears to be identical to the rest of the finished hallways of the building. However, SCP’s length significantly exceeds that of the exterior walls of the building in which it is contained. All doors within SCP appear to have the standard interior door lockset, however all efforts to open, unlock, cut-through or destroy said doors have resulted in failure. These same physical properties pertain to the wall, floor and ceiling materials of which SCP is constructed.
Testing within SCP is currently restricted to one test subject at a time. Early testing results showed that once a test subject passed the entry threshold into SCP, all living tissue of a subsequent test subject would be instantly vaporized as they entered. This is true regardless of the type of living subject, whether mammal, insect, or plant. In order to verify if a previous test subject is no longer within SCP, a beetle is placed on a metal platform and inserted through the threshold.
All photo and video recording instruments, and light-emitting devices do not function within the hallway, with the exception of light fixtures hardwired into ceiling and walls of SCP. These hardwired fixtures will remain lit despite the lack of connection to any sources of electricity. The hallway lights do not emit thermal radiation. The lights, like all building materials of which SCP is constructed, appear to be indestructible and cannot be unscrewed from their sockets, regardless of the amount of torque applied to the bulb.
SCP curves toward Earth’s core at a constant 25.2cm per 1km traveled. This was calculated by bouncing a high intensity laser through the doorway, at ground level, into SCP and measuring the distance at which it struck the ceiling. Given this curvature, once a test subject has traveled 10.25km into SCP, one is no longer able to see the test subject as the floor will block the line of sight. The length of the SCP is currently unknown. However, review of one test subject documentation has concluded that they may have found a door perpendicular to the SCP’s length; potentially an exit from SCP. This door has been approximated at 523km.
Early testing demonstrated that all types of mechanical and electric motors would not function within SCP. It was determined that the most efficient method of travel into SCP would be through the use of a bicycle with mechanical odometer, backpack containing calorie-rich MRE’s, water, medical supplies, and bags designed specifically for disposal of bodily wastes. Test subjects have proven able to travel up to 180km on the first day’s travel.
All test subjects are provided with a digital voice recorder built with automatic time stamping, a binder filled with daily questionnaires and a wristwatch to document their experience within SCP. Test subjects have been asked to document their bicycle’s odometer reading and general experience to any extent using the voice recorder. The voice recorder is permanently attached to test subjects’ belt, with a message written on the recorder: “Share Your Experience”. Like the voice recorder, on the bike there a written message: “Ride Bike”. The questionnaire binder is equipped with a pen. Each questionnaire is designed to assess test subjects’ cognitive and memory functions. The questionnaires are tailored specifically for each test subject’s background, life experiences, and family history. Questionnaire binders and voice recorders are tethered together, and connected to an 800km-length, 2mm-thick carbon nanotube line, which is joined to a zero-moment motor equipped with mechanical odometer. The motor is located directly outside the entry threshold of SCP between the security door and standard hallway door. The questionnaire binder and voice recorder are to be retrieved if test subjects do not return. The tether is pulled taught and toward the entry door every 10 hours if the line ceases to be drawn into SCP.
Long-distance, multi-day testing has shown additional anomalous properties of SCP. First-hand accounts of test subjects become difficult to decipher as test subjects’ cognitive functions, speech, vocabulary, and memory degrade. Degradation in brain function appears to be correlated with the distance that the test subjects have travelled into SCP. Symptoms are documented as anything from slight confusion to complete inability to speak or write coherently. Effects are similar to those of dementia patients; specifically those suffering advanced aphasia. Test subjects have demonstrated the ability to properly and effectively document their experiences up to approximately 400km into SCP. Documentation after 400km has proven difficult and often impossible based upon the test subjects’ increasingly degraded mental state. These effects have been documented in files HAD-01 through -112.
All test subjects have documented encounters with a flower, henceforth SCP-1. These encounters will always occur after test subjects rest, sleep, or daydream. Encounters have explained that SCP-1 will seemingly materialize ahead of test subjects, approximately 3-8 meters in further into SCP. SCP-1 is described as a bloomed corpse lily approximately 1.5 meters in height, and appears to be growing from out of SCP’s carpeted floor, and emitting a sweet aroma. Test subjects explain that they feel drawn toward the SCP-1, unable to look away. SCP-1 will not move until the test subject approaches it. As test subjects approach, SCP-1 begins to vibrate intensely. Test subjects document that they experience a powerful sense of déjà vu as they approach SCP-1, although they explain that this is the first time they have ever seen SCP-1 or any other corpse lilies. As test subjects approach SCP-1, they reach out their hands to touch it. It is at this moment where several test subjects explain that a yellow light overwhelms their view, increasing intensity until they only see a bright yellow hue. The light will then instantaneously disappear, along with SCP-1, and the test subjects will feel a slight pain in their temples and behind their eyes. After a test subject’s first encounter with SCP-1, the feeling of déjà vu will continue, pertaining to elements of SCP’s construction features, such as doors, paint color, light fixtures, carpet patterns and wall texturing.
Based upon analysis of documentation, all previous test subjects that did not return to the hallway entry were not found by any future test subjects. The same is true for any gear and equipment the previous test subject had brought with them.
After event NH-7, live observations and video recordings of test subjects have been forbidden.
Discovery: SCP first came to the foundation’s attention when the accounts of anomalous occurrences at the construction site of this complex began spreading around the local town and local contractors. The general contractor, █.█.███████ Construction, Inc., first began having issues communicating with sub-contractors on site. Construction of the complex ceased when sub-contractor laborers went missing. Additional accounts began spreading regarding the hallway’s anomalous length and electrical disruptions. Once an agent embedded in a third party architectural engineering consulting firm learned of the hallway’s anomalous properties, the site was permanently closed to the contractor, owner, and public.
Test Subject Entries:
Note 1: All following audio transcriptions have been executed accurately. Words or sentences which appear incomplete have been reviewed by several translators and have been transcribed to the best of their ability.
Note 2: All following questionnaire answers have been transcribed verbatim. Spelling and grammatical errors have been preserved.
HJD-01:
Test Subject Age: 44
Pertinent Details: Was a high school mathematics teacher for 12 years. Father of two daughters and one son. Divorced 5 years ago. Childhood dog, Riggs, died while subject was at sleep away camp during middle school.
Day: 1
Time: 2011 hrs
Personal Voice Recording (PVR): This is my first log. Bike odometer reading 158 kilometers. I can officially confirm that this is the furthest I have ever traveled by bike in a single day. My legs are toast. I don’t know how I will be able to continue such a pace tomorrow. They asked me to note any mental fatigue, confusion or other issues. So far, I feel mostly okay. Perhaps a slight light-headedness, but certainly feeling nearly the same as I did this morning.
Questionnaire:
Q1: What is your favorite food?
A1: Steak
Q2: Where were you born?
A2: Toronto
Q3: What is 17 + 116?
A3: 133
Q4: How did the Titanic sink?
A4: An iceberg. Or as my father said: Aliens!
Day: 2
Time: 0707 hrs
PVR: Good morning…still at 158 kilometers. I had a really weird dream last night. I was in this same hallway, but some kind of plant was further down the hall. I approached it and, felt warm…the smell of the flower was just fantastic. Light surrounded me, the flower made this horrible noise and vibrated violently, then bam, I was awake. I feel like I have seen this flower before. Also, another weird thing…my bike was behind me a few meters. I thought I slept right next to it. I don’t know. These hallway lights are not so conducive to sleeping. I am still not sure how my legs will do today, but they told me this is mostly an endurance test so I will do what I can to continue on. By the way, I ate some of an MRE a few minutes ago. What the hell is in that crap?
Time: 1211 hrs
PVR: Okay, odometer reading 274 kilometers. I know this might sound ridiculous, but I demerly been had some major déjà vu. I should mention that every several meters the carpet pattern, light fixtures, and doors repeat, but I feel like I’m having déjà vu. Also having some trouble with reading the numbers on the biking…or I keep looking back at it. I can’t seem to remember the number for longer than a few seconds. I am full, but also not sure if I ate the meal already.
Time: 2044 hrs
PVR: Bike reading 362 kilometers. I took a break and mort some MRE? Saw that flower again, up pain but beautiful. That same light again, am I losing it? The lights, they look the same as that one time. When the hell was that?! Still trying to figuring it out. Who gave me this bike?
Questionnaire:
Q1: Where does your son, Christopher, currently reside?
A1: Trick question? I only have a daughter.
Q2: What happened to you during your 13th birthday party?
A2: Find mommy warm otheir man.
Q3: Describe what you see in this drawing. (drawing is of cat playing with yarn)
A3: Playful candy
Q4: What is the square root of 144?
A4: I don’t remember how to caluculate square roots?
Day 3:
Time: 0519 hrs
PVR: Flower after bed. Not sure, and nut seer is turning round. From book counting. Legs hurt but knowing I will find it later. Where Ricky?
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 362km into SCP.
Time: 1321 hrs
PVR: Fooning mow. Glent crawl and odor.
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 402km into SCP.
Questionnaire:
Q1: What did you do on your 21st birthday?
A1: [illegible]
Q2: Describe what you see in this photo. (photo is of a grandfather clock)
A2: [Subject circled the grandfather clock. Dried water spots were found on the page. After testing, it was concluded that the now-dry liquid was likely tears.]
[remaining questions were left blank]
Note: Retrieved voice recorder was partially covered in a thick mucus-like substance. Once tested, it was concluded that the substance was mucus from TS1.
HJD-41:
Age: 22
Pertinent Details: Last occupation was a plumber. Spent 6 months in jail for killing a neighbor’s cats.
Day 1:
Time: 1811 hrs
PVR: Hey, at least I’m out of that holding room. But why the hell is this hallway so damn cold? Odeemeter shows I’ve gone about…really? How many miles are in a kilometer? It says I’ve gone 132 kilometers. This is my first time taking a break. This bike is way cooler than the one I had growing up. Seriously cool how fast this thing is. I’m feeling pretty good. I’m gonna keep going.
Time: 2020 hrs
PVR: [heavy breathing] Something…weird. I was moving at a great clip when came across a corpse lily, Smelled like…a corpse lily is a large flower. My dad…no…mom owned a flower shop and had a bunch of photos and infographics on the walls. That was most definitely a corpse lily. Didn’t smell like what the poster read…smelled better. Sweeter. I got close to it…and maybe a plower surge? Hunt. It’s gone now. I didn’t dream it, it was there. I feel like I’ve saying this before. Why aren’t there any ibuprofens in this bag?
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 152km into SCP.
Questionnaire:
Q1: What was your first job?
A1: I think it was the lawnmower.
Q2: How old is your mother?
A2: She died 5 years ago
Q3: Where did you last vacation?
A3: Maui
Q4: Name one place you would use a P-trap pipe.
A4: Really? A sink.
Day 2:
Time: 0717 hrs
PVR: Fuck this place! Damn dung flower! Got closer this time, shooken fierce when I was near it. Really finding it like I’m…like I’m…this door. Where was this? Fucking shit, I definitely have seen this door before. The jamb, the door, it’s deminint the same door. Not like the others, this one I saw it long before.
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 152km into SCP.
Time: 1412 hrs
PVR: I’m in decent shape, I should be able to drive furthe…the fuck? The corpse lily…how? It smells so beautiful. So beautiful. Mr. Stein must know. I’m getting closer. The light, it’s beautiful. I remember this! I know this! The shape is conducting. Went…we went there. I’m glowing. [audio static increases for approximately 5 seconds, then 105 seconds of silence]
Billy, I think he used sheet stone. Tools, he was good. He was the best.
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 244km into SCP.
Time: 2212 hrs
PVR: [Loud giggling] I don’t know this thing. It’s great, I’ve seen me hallway. Down…feeling looses. [Loud laughter] I’m stopped. I thought Billy would know. It’s just… [loud laughter]
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 343km into SCP.
Questionnaire:
Q1: Provide one word to describe your day.
A1: Tender, glory
Q2: You have $5, you spend one quarter of your money on a soda. How much money do you have left?
A2: But I’m here still.
[remaining questions were left blank]
Day: 3
Time: 0431 hrs
PVR: [hysterical crying] Crin la none. Where? Seen you here? [soft giggling] I have too!! [giggling turning into loud laughter]
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 343km into SCP.
Time: 1230 hrs
PVR: Bimp, forget. I drop off, up is bad. Gone up very bad!!
Note: Motor odometer reads that subject has traveled 452km into SCP. Questionnaire was left blank. Retrieved voice recorder was missing its screen. Rear of questionnaire binder had a drawing of what appears to be a pre-bloom corpse lily.
HJD-81:
Age: 33
Pertinent Details: Former Ivy League linguistics professor of 17 years. Pre-SCP IQ test rating of 124.
Day 1:
Time: 1717 hrs
PVR: This is my first recording. I have been told to keep my logs as concise as possible. So, I will try not to bore you with the details of this particularly unadorned corridor. Current odometer reading is 98 kilometers. However, I must mention that, although this zero-moment motor sounds like bogus jargon, I have not felt even the slightest tug on the equipment I carry. This backpack, however, is pulling on my shoulders, forcing me to rest every several kilometers. I’m amazed by the length and drastic incline of this corridor. I cannot fathom how this was built. I plan to rest for a half hour and be on my way.
Time: 1755 hrs
PVR: What is this place? [12 second pause] I may not be able to accurately describe what I just experienced, but here you go. After eating my MRE, massaging my shoulders, and stretching, I took a look at the questionnaire, considered how I would answer, and fell into a slight daydream, thinking of my days in the Navy. I then looked up and in front of me, down the hallway, and to my surprise…I’ve never seen anything like it. Some large flower…I believe what is a corpse lily…although I could never tell you how I know this. I don’t believe I have ever seen one. At least I cannot remember seeing one. It stood out of the ground, as if growing for months, maybe seven or eight meters further into the hall. The problem is I most certainly did not see the plant during my rest and massaging efforts. I approached it slowly, cautiously, at first. Hell, I even told myself I should probably leave…but this delicious aroma pulled me, like an ensnared fish on a line. As I walked toward it, it began vibrating, and perhaps…glowing. I cannot tell you now if the lily glowed, or if these lights had been…I don’t know, undimmed? I continued forward until I was within, say, an inch or two, with the glow increasing intensity with every step I took. Then, as sudden as this plant seemingly appeared, it was gone.
[33 second pause]
Perhaps the MRE they gave me is laced with something. Or perhaps I found what these researchers were looking for. Regardless, I am proceeding into this…hole.
Time: 2210 hrs
PVR: Rarely is it that I have experienced what is known as déjà vu. However, in the past several hours, I can certainly conform that I have had the strong sense that similar…um…things…have…have happened to me before. It sounds absurd, I know [chuckling]. A hallway with repeating light fixture and carpet should be familiar to me. But this…feelings…these feelings were different. What is happening to me? I will be resting here for the night. Current odometer reading is 151 kilometers. Goodnight.
Questionnaire:
Q1: What color is your shirt?
A1: Grey (although, I should note that grey is a shade, not a color)
Q2: What is your favorite sport?
A2: To watch? Basketball. To play? Billiards.
Q3: What is the average speed of a airliner?
A3: *An airliner*? It would be approximately 520 knots.
Q4: What is your earliest memory
A4: It may be a false memory, but I have this powerful vision of hiding behind a reclining chair. I was hiding from my father, but I do not know why.
Day: 2
Time: 0510 hrs
PVR: Occam’s razor…the principle that the most simple answer is often the correct answer. It would lead me to conclude that the MRE or water I have been provided contains some type of hallucinogenic and, or, memory-altering…material…no, substance. If that is not the case, then I am positively losing my mind. Firstly, I encountered the corpse lily again. I will not recant…no…restate my…living…my encounter? Why can’t I think of the word? Fuck! Even if I am being drugged, I am most certainly losing my marbles here. The same beautiful, attentive, drawing smell…the same light. [17 second pause] I looked through today’s questionnaire, and saw my answers to yesterday’s. Why can’t I recall sitting down and writing those words on that page? [chuckling] Why do I feel like I’ve said something salamand…similar to this before? [14 second pause] I’m continuing onward.
Time: 1515 hrs
PVR: Giving a status update here…that is all. Continuous feelings of déjà vu today. I have taken a few breaks, massaged my shoulders, reviewed the questions of the day from the binder, even drank some more water and ate portion of an MRE. No sightings of the cans lil…corpse lily. Current odometer reading 213 kilometers.
Time: 2058 hrs
PVR: I can’t describe what it feels to lose yourself like this. To lose your ability to use the words…to use language. My ability to think in complex ways has gone down. I’ve been tarring up over the last few hours…or is it tearing? Dammit! My only consolation is the fact that all of this feels familiar. Have I recorded this before? Where? How did I get here? Fuck! Did someone force me to go? My head is heavy. It’s a weird feeling.
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 301km into SCP.
Questionnaire:
Q1: What did today’s MRE taste like?
A1: I believe it was a burger.
Q2: Describe what you see. *drawing of a tyrannosaurus rex*
A2: Haha! This brings me back. That is the king lizard, tyrannosaurus rex!
Q3: Name a movie starring Tom Cruise.
*Note: It appears that this question prompted this test subject to enter another voice recording.
PVR: My memory is fading, that is something I am sure of. Why did it take so long to think of a Tom Cruise movie? [5 second pause] And now that I’ve thought of one, I can’t remember which one I was thinking about. I can barely remember writing the answers to the previous questions. Even weirder, it took me a few seconds to figure out how to start this recording…thing…the talk recorder thing. [sigh] It’s frustrating to say the least. I worry that this is permanent. Ah! I thought of one: Top Gun.
A3: I cannot remember which one I just thought of. But I will say that I really enjoyed The Fifth Element.
Q4: What color is produced if you mix blue and yellow paint?
A4: Green
Day: 3
Time: 0908 hrs
PVR: The flower thing happened once again. It’s a beautiful thing, but it is eating my mind. It really is gorgeous, beautiful even. I used to bike a lot, so my legs feel fine, but this seat is killing my butt. The thing on the bike reads 301 kilometers. 301 kilometers from what? How did I start down this core? My mind is…it’s frustrating to say the least. I want to go far, I want it to end. Dammit, I miss the classroom. The students…what was the one’s name? [12 second pause] I can’t recall. But I know that I saw that flower again. It’s a beautiful thing. It’s so beautiful, but it’s con…c…devouring me.
Time: 2111 hrs
PVR: Every thing is becoming the same thing. I miss the flower, but all other things are happening again. I’ve seen that light, I’ve probably said this. Conclusion is taken. I’m decided. I’m. It’s in front of me.
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 481km into SCP.
Questionnaire:
*Note: Subject appears to have decided to speak their answers to today’s questionnaire. Researchers can make out what appears to be test subject dictating the question out loud before answering. Time of recording is 2152 hrs.
Q1: What color is your hand?
A1: [loud laughing] It’s empty, empathy. Um, nevard.
Q2: Describe what you see. *photo negative of a flamingo*
A2: The belly. The round pink [laughing] like it. I’ve lost them.
Q3: How tall are you?
A3: [laughing turned to coughing] Taller than enough.
Q4: Describe your ideal home.
A4: Canada. Tin, but enough comfy. Cancelling.
Day: 4
Time: 1017 hrs
PVR: This flower robbed me. Stoling my rememberings.
Time: 1751 hrs
PVR: End dead, door is tempting. [gasping] The flower is behind me. You came. [14 second pause] Come here…please come here.
*Note: Motor odometer reads that the subject has traveled 523.21km into SCP. No further PVR’s provided by this test subject.
EVENT NH-7
Event NH-7 occurred three weeks into initial subject testing. The transcription below was taken from SCP command center, located directly outside the entry threshold to SCP.
Dr. Pinole: This is Dr. Pinole. As previously noted, we are observing Subject 4 with unaided eyes at this time. We also have 32 power binoculars and a telescope to be utilized when subject has passed 500 meters. Additionally, we have two binoculars and telescopes fitted with infrared sensors. Do we have video recording enabled?
Dr. Bains: Yes, video is up, clear signal. No static. Audio disabled.
Dr. Pinole: Subject has passed threshold. Confirm motor engagement and threading.
Dr. Bains: Confirmed. Zero-moment gear operating properly.
Dr. Pinole: As previously advised, no one is to enter SCP until provided with my authorization.
Dr. Bains: Affirmative.
Dr. Pinole: Subject is pedaling. No physical difficulties observed. Will continue visual monitoring until subject is no longer in view.
[6 minutes pass]
Dr. Pinole: Subject has come to a stop. This one is not as fit as the others. This will be a long one. What is the subject’s current distance?
Dr. Bains: Motor odometer reading 3.2km.
Dr. Pinole: This may be our first chance to see this plant. Subject is off bicycle and sitting down. Can we get a visual on subject’s face? Do they look tired or drowsy?
Dr. Kent: Subject appears to be breathing heavily…he is perspiring.
Dr. Pinole: Good.
Dr. Kent: Sir, video feed is deteriorating.
Dr. Pinole: How is infrared?
Dr. Kent: Same, it’s getting worse.
Dr. Bains: What the…
Dr. Pinole: Jeeesus…please tell me you’re getting this. For the record, I have a visual in my binoculars of SCP-1. It materialized…out of nothing. Can we get a confirmation on what I’m seeing?
Dr. Kent: Video feeds are gone. I can confirm through telescope. Man, that is one large flower.
Dr. Bains: Sir…I feel like I’ve seen this before.
Dr. Kent: I’ve…
Dr. Pinole: Subject is apperlat…approaching SCP-1. Can we confirm SCP-1 vibration?
Dr. Kent: I’ve been here. Here.
Dr. Pinole: Repeat that?
Dr. Bains: Where is this?
Dr. Pinole: Can we ramp? Subject within meter of esserie. It’s vibrating…I can see it shaking. I’m remembering now.
Dr. Kent: How am…not this way. Feeling…gen…like, alike.
Dr. Bains: Yes, this it, I felt this.
Dr. Pinole: [unintelligible] Squam, I’ve it’s beautiful. I know, I know. Please, I know!
Dr. Kent: Why am I here?
Dr. Pinole [unintelligible]
Dr. Bains: Glend. It’s glend, right? [Loud laughter]
Dr. Kent: How did you begin?
Dr. Pinole: This…all I know is flowper.
Dr. Bains: Dund! It’s been!
Dr. Pinole: [unintelligible]
Three researchers were found on the floor of the command center. Each was speaking nonsense. Dr. Pinole began crying hysterically, and did not stop for approximately 4 hours at which point he suffered an aneurism and passed shortly afterward. Dr. Bains & Dr. Kent were sent to Medical Bay 71, then shortly transferred to Mental Ward 4. Their condition has not changed or improved. Neither is able to speak or write coherent words or sentences.
FURTHER STUDY: After review of testing documentation, lead researcher Dr. Jennings, has provided a temporary report of his interpretation and extrapolation of the data.
Entry 17: SCP
Unlike the other phenomena of which I have studied and with which I have interacted, I feel personally connected to this hallway and its singular, nearly permanent occupant. Being diagnosed with early onset dementia at the age of 52, my mother’s decline into incapability has given my research new meaning. My research into the disease, its associated symptoms and the challenging life she must live on a daily basis has forced me to seek an answer for how such a disease originates. Perhaps learning of its origins can help me discover a cure for, or defense against, this terrible illness.
Firstly, why does this SCP exist? Is it here to absorb the lives, the memories, the souls of our subjects? To what or for who’s benefit? Is its purpose to terrorize those of us who are aware of and treasure our cognitive abilities? Is it here to teach us something?
Secondly, how? How does it lure its “prey” down the proverbial rabbit hole? How does it cause these symptoms? How does it consume the brain’s abilities and replace it with a void? Or is it a void?
These are questions for which I do not have the answers. However, I pose several theories based around another question: What is déjà vu? Science has yet to provide a succinct, tested, and proven answer.
Each test subject has described a feeling they can only describe as déjà vu: they have seen or experienced something similar to SCP and/or SCP-1 before. Like those of us that have experienced déjà vu, these test subjects cannot determine why they have these feeling of familiarity or replication (especially where or when they had similar or identical experiences). Perhaps it simply comes down to crossed electrical signals within the brain. Or perhaps déjà vu is the brain’s method of purging memories which it voluntarily deems unnecessary or redundant, without your consent.
The brain is able to store grand volumes of data. However, it is known in the scientific community that the brain and body will shut down processes it finds unessential, especially in times of high physical or mental demand. Still, if déjà vu purges memories to lessen the psychological load at times of high stress, why is it that many people experience déjà vu when there are no stresses or tension?
This model of déjà vu brings about several questions:
1. If déjà vu erases a memory, does it replace it with a new memory? Say, the visual shape and design of a light fixture? If so, perhaps this process occurs so quickly that the brain makes you think you have already seen it. Perhaps the process of “déjà vu” occurs before one “gets the sense” of déjà vu.
2. If the answer to #1 is “no”, then does déjà vu leave a void of memory? Every time someone experiences déjà vu, they are losing a memory. This is probably the most terrifying of options. Losing one’s mind by an involuntary process, one which causes instantaneous confusion or anxiety, must be a horrifying progression.
3. Further, let us say that déjà vu is the brain purging a memory, but the body/mind is not experiencing a stressor which the conscious mind acknowledges. Then why purge the memory at all? This may have something to do with cognitohazards:
a. It has been theorized that unless you directly and intently focus on a cognitohazard, its effects may affect you.
b. If “a” is true, then perhaps déjà vu is the brain’s defense mechanism. You walk down a city street, looking casually at your surroundings, when you glance over a symbol which would normally cause hazardous effects. Instead, your brain instantly erases the visual memory of the cognitohazard and replaces it with something mundane and harmless, like a restaurant’s advertising sign at the street corner. (Why do you remember that sign? Perhaps it’s because your brain implanted a memory of it a microsecond before)
How does this last part tie in with SCP? Perhaps the entire hallway is some type of gradual cognitohazard, slowly eating away at the mind’s abilities and capacities. Is déjà vu working overtime with the test subjects, trying diligently to defend the mind from what the eye is observing?
Or I am overcomplicating the matter? Still, if any of these theories are correct, there still exists the question of why SCP exists. Is it a teaching tool? Or is there something innately malicious or evil controlling and determining the modes and functions of this entity and its beautiful flower? Further research is required.
