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SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: EDIT ██/██/████: Following the passing of priority vote by O5 Command [8 in favor, 5 against] SCP-XXXX has been granted the "Usable" classification as per Protocol-AE-18, Clause 5 (Overwhelming Benefits to Priority Personnel). As such, authorization of directed usage of SCP-XXXX by Foundation personnel for the express purposes described in Charter XXXX-C (see below) has been deemed permissible and may overtake the anomaly's original Special Containment Procedures. Original containment procedures may be reinstated upon a majority vote by O5 Command. Original procedures follow below:
SCP-XXXX is to be held in a standard Safe object storage container. SCP-XXXX's containment unit is to be kept at least 1 kilometer away from any priority Foundation personnel, and specifically from any personnel currently engaged in administrative, research, development, intelligence gathering or intelligence processing tasks. Personnel exposed to SCP-XXXX for more than 24 hours are to remain at a distance greater than 1 kilometer for a period no lesser than 30 days.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a localized cognitive anomaly currently contained within an etching on a brass bell, 5 cm in diameter. SCP-XXXX is currently believed to be contained within the etching itself rather than the bell, as replicating its pattern produced functioning, if much diminished, copies of the anomaly.
The cogitative ability of human beings (attention, perception, memory, language, learning, and higher reasoning) in the vicinity of SCP-XXXX's area of effect (somewhere between 500 and 750 meters in diameter) is subjected to an unconscious equalization with all other human beings also in SCP-XXXX's area of effect. The average level of cognizance of all human subjects in the vicinity of SCP-XXXX will seek to reach an average, with less capable individuals gaining cognitive verisimilitude while those more capable will experience a deterioration of their cognitive faculties.
The strength of this effects depends upon the number of individuals affected by SCP-XXXX, the differences in cognitive levels between said individuals and the duration of the exposure to SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX's anomalous influence begins taking effect roughly 24 hours after initial exposure and reach its peek roughly 30 days following it. Remaining outside of SCP-XXXX's area of effect will cause its influence to gradually fade at roughly the same rate of its increase.
Addendum XXXX-A: In order to more precisely test the effects of SCP-XXXX, the Foundation Standardized Cognition Test (FSCT) was drafted. Created specifically to test overall cognitive aptitude in the above-mentioned, the FSCT was then distributed
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the ephemeral nature of SCP-XXXX and the general elusiveness of SCP-XXXX-1 instances, full containment has been deemed currently unfeasible. Containment efforts are currently to be focused on the capture of SCP-XXXX-1 instances and on finding a consistent method of containing said individuals past expiration, self-induced or otherwise. Efforts to locate the source of the SCP-XXXX phenomena are ongoing.
Due to SCP-XXXX-1 instances' ability to remotely communicate with each other and non-afflicted individual through a variety of anomalous means, and their seeming ability to spontaneously lead to the expiration of their current body, they are always to be considered as high-threat containment breech candidates.
Additionally, due to the involvement of SCP-XXXX-1 instances with several Groups of Interest and their propensity of hindering (passively or actively) the Foundation's efforts at maintaining the status-quo and in other seditious activity, such individuals are to be considered enemy combatants until proven otherwise and treated as such in accordance to Policy-1254-A. SCP-XXXX-1 instances currently under the employment or protection of Foundation-affiliated organizations or those protected under other clauses are considered under the jurisdiction of the Foundation Diplomatic Service (FDS) unless otherwise specified by O5-Command.
For a full list of known SCP-XXXX-1 instances, see Document XXXX-A1.
Description: SCP-XXXX, colloquially known as Gandalf Syndrome or Reincarnation Sickness, is a phenomena which causes a person's memory, personality and sense of self to, following the death of said person's body, re-manifest themselves in a different body elsewhere in the world. SCP-XXXX works persistently- once an individual has been afflicted, their personality will always re-manifest in another body postmortem. This process leads to the functional immortality of such individuals, as all memories and personality traits are maintained with the transfer to a new body. Persons afflicted by SCP-XXXX are henceforth referred to as SCP-XXXX-1.
The exact mechanics of SCP-XXXX induced this form of "reincarnation" remain largely unexplored, due to the difficulty of maintaining contact with SCP-XXXX carries following the death of their current corporal body. On those instances where such contact was maintained (due to cooperation on part of an SCP-XXXX-1 individual), results have been largely inconclusive.
In some instances SCP-XXXX-1 will re-manifest as newborn children and will require their bodies to regrow past a certain point to retain their original identity. Such children are born to unknowing parents, the result of pregnancies which began long before the original body of the SCP-XXXX-1 instance expired. It is currently unknown if the personality of the SCP-XXXX-1 instance "superimposes" itself on that of the newborn or if the newborn acts as a sort of empty vessel for it, having been prepared in advance in some manner to contain the external personality.
In other instances SCP-XXXX-1 will re-manifest as fully grown adults. In these instances the new body containing the SCP-XXXX-1's personality will have no prior record or identity, and their point of origin is currently unknown, other than their propensity of emerging from large bodies of water or other liquids. In these cases the personality of the SCP-XXXX afflicted individual reasserts itself instantaneously.
Notably, the new bodies of SCP-XXXX-1s will often have no similarity to their old ones- new bodies may vary in race, sex, gender, physical aptitude and wellness and any other variables. It is currently unknown if SCP-XXXX-1 instances have any control over the traits of their new bodies.
To enable the maintenance of a constant reference point for SCP-XXXX-1 instances following body exchanges, each subject has been given a two-part alias in addition to a numerical designation (Yellow Goose, Green Ox, White Scorpion, etc.).
Addendum XXXX-A: The following is a recording of a meeting between two suspected SCP-XXXX-1 instaces, designated Red Doe (XXXX-426) and Brown Deer (XXXX-082). The meeting took place at the ████████ tea house in, ███████████, Istanbul. Subject Red Doe arrives first, inhabiting the body of a late 80s man of Asian descent. Brown Deer arrives 23 minutes later, inhabiting the body of a mid-20s woman of suspected Levantine descent. Brown Deer approaches the table Red Doe has been occupying and orders arak. The two begin conversing in Turkish.
<Begin Log>
Red Doe: Late again, are we?
Brown Deer: Well obviously. I don't know why you need to phrase that as a question.
Red Doe: And isn't it a bit early in the day to drink?
Brown Deer: Probably. [downs drink, orders another]
Red Doe: I'm not screwing around here, I need you clear-headed for this, [REALLY REDACTED].
Brown Deer: Could you, like, not use that name? You know how I get with that name.
Red Doe: … it's your name, the one you were given by your parents. You know, your real parents, not the cuckoos. How can you just give it up like that?
Brown Deer: Cuckoos is a bit demeaning, isn't it? I happen to like some of my rebirth parents, you know. Poor sods. As for the name, it's not who I am anymore. Hell, you know better than basically anyone that it wasn't really who I ever was. You know what to call me.
Red Doe: [sighs audibly] Fine. I need you to be clear-headed for this, "Saturn".
Brown Deer: Better. Ah, my drink! teşekkür ederim, garson!
Red Doe: Ugh, now I remember why we're not together anymore.
Brown Deer: Thought that was because of the whole "boo hoo, being hung to death doesn't fit with the lifestyle I had envisioned of our marriage" deal.
Red Doe: Being hung to death is not a lifestyle? It's a… deathstyle or something. Sounds like something out of a bad 2000s metal song.
Brown Deer: WINK.
Red Doe: Why are you shouting "Wink"- you know what, nevermind. If I keep questioning everything you do we'll never get anywhere. God knows I tried that for two hundred or so years. So, the reason I asked you to come here for.
Brown Deer: Lay it on me, toots.
Red Doe: You're the one in the… I'm eighty-five- gah! Look, just… just stop, will you?
Brown Deer: What, with the 50s stereotypical name-calling?
Red Doe: With everything you do! That's what I called you here for! You have to stop!
Brown Deer: I don't follow.
Red Doe: Don't play dumb. I know what you've been up to. How long do you think you can do your whole text messing nonsense without them finding a way to counteract it, hm? How long before they can use it to trace you, or, and far more relevant to me, because I don't give a fuck as to what happens to you, to me or one of the others?
Brown Deer: C'mon, I think those guys have bigger things to worry about than little ol' me, don't you?
Red Doe: No, I don't. You should know by now that they're anal as all hell- they're not going to let you mess around with their documents like it's no big deal. I'm sure they're after you already- hell, they're probably listening to this right now!
Brown Deer: Hi guys!
Red Doe: Not fucking funny. I need you to promise me you'll stop. Promise me, if only for what we used to be.
Brown Deer: Fine. I promise not to have any more fun ever again, ever. I'll just sit around in some boring scriptorium writing holier-than-thou rubbish like that doctor of yours, that make you happy?
Red Doe: He's just my doctor, despite what you're implying. Not that it's any of your business. And I want a real promise. Swear to me.
Brown Deer: Whatever. Fine, I swear I won't mess around with the trigger-happy murder guys anymore. Either group of those.
Red Doe: And…?
Brown Deer: [sighs audibly] and the rest of the weirdos too.
Red Doe: Good. I'm trusting you on this. Don't let me down. Again.
Brown Deer: I won't. I promise, alright?
[End Log]
Addendum XXXX-B: New developments regarding the research of SCP-XXXX (see Incident Log XXXX-A/34D) indicate that instances of SCP-XXXX-1 posses additional traits other than those specified above:
- SCP-XXXX-1 instances often exhibit anomalous communicative abilities of one kind or another. These vary greatly by individual but are consistent in that they relate in one manner or another to a governing personality trait of said individual- for example, an ego-driven SCP-XXXX-1 may possess the ability to sense whenever their name is mentioned and communicate with those who did so via text. For a full list of known abilities related to SCP-XXXX, see document XXXX-C2. Some instances of SCP-XXXX-1 has shown the ability to affect text beyond simple communication, including Foundation correspondence and documentation. Countermeasures are currently in development.
- SCP-XXXX-1s are capable of spontaneous, near instantaneous self-termination. Much like the other phenomena associated with SCP-XXXX, the physical nature of said capability is not fully understood. Examination of SCP-XXXX-1 instances in captivity suggest that they do not possess full control over this ability, though this may vary between individual SCP-XXXX-1s.
- SCP-XXXX-1s often display extreme personality traits, sometimes bordering on (or qualifying as) personality disorders. These traits vary as some SCP-XXXX-1 instances exhibit megalomania, excessive narcissism and similar personality types, while others lean towards altruism, self-flagellation and martyrdom complex. Regardless of extreme trait, all known SCP-XXXX inflicted individuals exhibit an inordinate capacity of capturing the attention of various chronicling-related bodies- journalistic publications, historians, law-enforcement agencies and scientific institutions most often.
These traits make SCP-XXXX carriers inordinately dangerous to the Foundation's prime directive, as information concerning them has a high tendency of arriving into the hands of likely distributors. Due to the likely age of SCP-XXXX, some of this information proliferated prior to the creation of the Foundation and has reached critical mass in public perception and can no longer be safely redacted. Efforts are instead focused on obscuring the anomalous nature of the documented SCP-XXXX-instances chronicled in said documentation.
Document XXXX-A1 contains all currently identified instances of SCP-XXXX=A1. Special note is to be made regarding Subject XXXX-53 (Brown Deer) due to his rippling abs, deep, sensitive brown eyes and enormous, girthy- Gaaaaaaw!
Oh no, you are not doing this shit again! You promised, you unbelievable asshole!
Dammit, woman, did you have to pull on my ear? You know I just had the thing reattached! Wait, how are you even doing this, we're not even in the same roo-
That won't be the last thing you'll have to reattach if you won't stop this nonsense this very instant!
But Sarah, darling-
Oh don't you dare "darling" me, "Saturn Deer!"
Oh, so we're just going to throw names out like that? I had a whole thing planned for this! Clever word play, a new pseudonym with an animal analogy, hell I even had this little poem where when you combined every third letter it spells FU-
Oh yeah, I'm sure the people reading those would have been so very amused they'd decided not to send their death squads after you this time.
Oh come on, that only happened like three times and it wasn't even these people! I don't even bother insulting the death squads guys anymore, their documents suck and they couldn't spot a proper play on words if you wrote it on a 2x4 and smacked them with it in the face. Nah, these guys would just like… lock you up in a tiny cell and probe your privates and stuff.
Oh, that's a real big load off my mind then, I'm well past due for a good probing!
Sarah, what did we say about your temper?
Oh god, who invited Dr. Borelove?
I come when I am needed, [BZZZ], and your wife-
Don't call me that, and it's ex-wife… technically also my widow, but certainly not wife!
Your ex-wife, "Saturn", is not in good health. As I wrote, we live in service of the divine, and a sick mind is unable to comprehend what needs to be done in order to properly do so. It is therefor crucial that we keep ourselves away from those things which destroy the body and accustom it to those which benefit it.
Nobody cares what you wrote. Also, are you implying something?
I'm implying nothing. I'm saying that the constant grief you are putting the poor woman through is a considerable hazard to her continued well-being, and that as her physician I am obligated to intervene for the benefit of my patient.
I do appreciate this, doctor, but I'm perfectly fine. Certainly strong enough to deal with this one's nonsense. You are deleting this, Deer. Right now.
I will do no such thing! Did you know how long it's been since I fucked with these guys? They barely even remember who I am anymore!
And this is a bad thing… why?
Well, it's…. you… you just don't get it, alright. This is my thing, okay? It's what I do! I screw around with people and hide some pithy hint in a document somewhere and then wait till someone finds out and then I imagine them kinda shaking theirs fists in the air going "DEEEEEEEEEER!"
And what is that good for, exactly?
Well… you see, the thing is…
God, this is just like that time with the Sultan.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
He hanged you!
I got better! Sarah, that's the point, we always get better!
Well, I don't. I'm tired of being reborn into a different body every time you mess up. Tired of having to learn yet another language to get by, of once again having a body I don't recognize or like and having no choice but to live with it or to roll the dice and kill myself again. And most of all? I'm just straight up tired of dying. It hurts, it hurts and it fucking sucks and I don't want to do it anymore, do you understand?
Sarah…
No, I'm fine. Let me finish this. You erase this whole conversation, Saturn Deer, and you leave these people and their documents well alone, and you never give them a reason to come after us again. You do that or we're through.
You already dumped me like three lifetimes ago!
I'm still talking to you, aren't I? You still have someone who can actually understand what you're going through, a shoulder to cry on when someone once again breaks all your fingers, someone who gives you a place to crash when your latest scam goes under. Delete all of these, or you are never seeing me again.
But-
She's gone. You'll be wise to listen to her this time, Deer. You already lost her as a wife, be wise for once and make sure not to lose her altogether. She means it. We're talking on your wave-length here, you are the only one who can do it. I believe you know what to do.
Bah, what do you know?
Our lives are given to us so we may repair this world. We few have been given this special gift so that we may have longer to do so. But the world is a large place and we, many-lived though we are, are still so very small. We must begin with fixing our own lives before we can do any good elsewhere. She's hurting, you can see that. Make your world a better place. You know you can.
…you're right, aren't you?
I am, as always, a guide to the perplexed.
Sigh. God dammit. Fine, I'll delete all of this. Had such a good plan for this document too.
HAH! GOT YOUR ARSE PUSSY-WHIPPED, YOU FUCKING LOSER!
That's it! Too many people here! Screw all you guys, I'm erasing all of it! And… now!
[FOUNDATION INFORMATION LOSS PROTECTION ENGAGED- OFFLINE COPY RETAINED TO J.A.R-VIS LOCAL DATABASE. FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT YOUR SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR]
…Well, I'm proper fucked now, aren't I?
He ached. For a moment or for an eternity, he ached. There was nothing but the dullness of the pain, one pulsing moment into the next, unchanging.
Then, there was darkness.
Slowly, he began coming into being. The pain became a thing of substance as he gained substance to feel it. First fingers, long and elegant, curled into claws, scratching at nothing. Second came eyes, desperately searching for a point of focus, finding instead only the swirling miasma of unbeing. Third were his lips, cracked and swollen, caked with an eternity of dust.
The rest followed, if barely.
He truly came into awareness in a tall, airy chamber. The smells of the forest were in the air- ivy, pine and humus- but instead of the sounds that usually accompanied such smells, there was only silence. He was seated in a hard-backed chair, or perhaps a throne, and he griped its hand rests tightly, clinging desperately to their comforting solidity, dreading a sudden return to the void.
"Ah. You are awake. Good."
Sublist XXXX-B contains all instances currently in Foundation custody. Special allowance is to be made regarding Subject XXXX-53 (Brown Deer) due to his rippling abs, deep brown eyes and enormous, girthy- Gaaaaaaw!
Oh no, you are not doing this shit again!
Dammit, woman, did you have to pull on my ear? You know I just had the thing reattached! Wait, how are you even doing this, we're not even in the same roo-
That won't be the last thing you'll have to reattach if you won't stop this nonsense this very instant!
But Sarah, darling-
Oh don't you dare "darling" me, Saturn Deer!
Oh, so we're just going to throw names out like that? I had a whole thing planned for this! Clever word play, a new pseudonym with an animal analogy, hell I even had this little poem where when you combined every third letter it spells FU-
Oh yeah, I'm sure the people reading those would have been so very amused they'd decided not to send their death squads after you this time.
Oh come on, that only happened like three times and it wasn't even these people! I don't even bother insulting the death squads guys anymore, their documents suck and they couldn't spot a proper play on words if you wrote it on a 2x4 and smacked them with it in the face. Nah, these guys would just like… lock you up in a tiny cell and probe your privates and stuff.
Oh, that's a real big load of my mind then, I'm well past due for a good probing!
Sarah, what did we say about your temper?
Oh god, who invited Dr. Borelove?
I come when I am needed, Shabtai, and your wife-
Don't call me that, and it's ex-wife!
Your ex-wife, Saturn is not in good health. As I wrote, we live in service of the divine, and a sick mind is unable to comprehend what needs to be done in order to properly do so. It is therefor crucial that we keep ourselves away from those things which destroy the body and accustom it to those which benefit it.
Are you implying something?
I'm implying nothing. I'm saying that the constant grief you are putting the poor woman through is a considerable hazard to her continued well-being, and that as her physician I am obligated to intervene for the benefit of my patient.
I do appreciate this, doctor, but I'm perfectly fine. Certainly strong enough to deal with this one's nonsense. You are deleting this, Deer. Right now.
I will do no such thing! Did you know how long it's been since I fucked with these guys? They barely even remember who I am anymore!
And this is a bad thing… why?
Well, it's…. you… you just don't get it, alright. This is my thing, okay? It's what I do! I screw around with people and hide some pithy hint in a document somewhere and then wait till someone finds out and then I imagine them kinda shaking theirs fists in the air going "DEEEEEEEEEER!"
And what is that good for, exactly?
Well… you see, the thing is…
God, this is just like that time with the Sultan.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
He hanged you!
I got better! Sarah, that's the point, we always get better!
Well, I don't. I'm tired of being reborn into a different body every time you mess up. Tired of having to learn yet another language to get by, of once again having a body I don't recognize or like and having no choice but to live with it or to roll the dice and kill myself again. And most of all? I'm just stright up tired of dying. It hurts, it hurts and it fucking sucks and I don't want to do it anymore, do you understand?
Sarah…
No, I'm fine. Let me finish this. You erase this whole conversation, Saturn Deer, and you leave these people and their documents well alone, and you never give them a reason to come after us again. You do that or we're through.
You already dumped me like three lifetimes ago!
I'm still talking to you, aren't I? You still have someone who can actually understand what you're going through, a shoulder to cry on when someone once again breaks all your fingers, someone who gives you a place to crash when your latest scam goes under. Delete all of these, or you are never seeing me again.
But-
She's gone. You'll be wise to listen to her this time, Deer. You already lost her as a wife, be wise for once and make sure not to lose her altogether. She means it. We're talking on your wave-length here, you are the only one who can do it. I believe you know what to do.
Bah, what do you know?
Our lives are given to us so we may repair this world. We few have been given this special gift so that we may have longer to do so. But the world is a large place and we, many-lived though we are, are still so very small. We must begin with fixing our own lives before we can do any good elsewhere. She's hurting, you can see that. Make your world a better place. You know you can.
…you're right, aren't you?
I am, as always, a guide to the perplexed.
Sigh. God dammit. Fine, I'll delete all of this. Had such a good plan for this document too.
HAH! GOT YOUR ARSE PUSSY-WHIPPED, YOU FUCKING LOSER!
That's it! Too many people here! Screw all you guys, I'm erasing all of it!
[FOUNDATION INFORMATION LOSS PROTECTION ENGAGED- OFFLINE COPY RETAINED TO J.A.R-VIS LOCAL DATABASE. FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT YOUR SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR]
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