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SCP-XXXX upon initial recovery.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is contained within a standard Safe-class containment unit appropriate to its size, at Site-47.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a large black spacecraft approximately (). SCP-XXXX is comprised of an exterior of an unidentified metallic material. Additionally the exterior has been heavily damaged, as indicated by its asymmetrical and heavily eroded forum. Although the exact age of SCP-XXXX is unclear, carbon dating has suggested an age of more than 500 million years old. This potentially indicates why SCP-XXXX is so damaged.
On the posterior side of SCP-XXXX, a single small hatch door with an attributed password terminal of unknown language is attached. Currently all
Discovery: SCP-XXXX
Addendum: On 18/6/20, 05-2 was able to access SCP-XXXX by entering a specific combination of characters on the password terminal, thus opening the small hatch.
The recording mentioned is available below.
Hello, thank you for actually taking the time to receive our little present, we've been hard at work designing and making it. However unfortunately while we were making this we didn't know who the receiver would be, or even if there would be a receiver. But if were really lucky, the receiver would be the foundation. In which case you likely recognize who I am. I am Donald Henderson, or otherwise known as 05-2, and today I would like to speak on behalf of myself, my organization and humanity as a whole. If we actually are fortunate, you immediately have a plethora of questions swimming around in your head, and I'm going to answer them, all of them. So as with anything I guess I'll start of with the basics.
I have lived an extraordinary life. I've (go from small normal to large alot of)
I had the privilege of watching my species persist throughout eons, colonizing and inhabiting dozens of galaxy's, meeting and greeting other sentient organisms, and to think that I helped is an honour.
We lived to see star's die out and new ones be created, over and over again. However, eventually it was clear now that for every two stars that died only one of them would be replaced, and then eventually it was three than four than five and it climber higher and higher until there was only one left lighting up the now dark sky. And then humanity watched as it fizzled out as if it were never there to begin with.
We started to lose hope when we realised that the universe was dying, we lost a point as to what we should so with ourselves. We gave up, and we started to devolve. There
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We then constructed what you hopefully refer to as an SCP, to leave a mark on the universe, to say we were here and to say we were alive. This bandaged ourselves into believing that we wont be erased, and we dam well hope not. The only thing we can do now is sit back and enjoy the absolute enthralment and chaos of it all. I'm going to die and no one can save, and i have such little time left
