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Object Class: Unnecessary
Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-001 is to be restricted…
You know, fuck it. No one's going to read this anyways. Between the kill agents and the metric fuckton of security measures.
No one grew up thinking they were going to do this. I wanted to be a computer scientist. But here we are, mired in this shit. We have our procedures and our operations and our task forces, and we tell ourselves that it's contained, it's ok. We playact at saving the world and pretend our methods get more sophisticated, that we're getting better at detecting and containing anomalies.
But are we?
They're growing. Faster, every year. There's more of them, and they're getting more complex each year.
And I don't even know how many of them are real.
It made sense at the time. Security measures. If the databases were breached, we could mitigate the damage by seeding fake SCPs. I signed off on the first couple. Kept track of it for a while, before we agreed it'd be best if we didn't know. Now I can't keep up. Some of this shit seems like a joke. A dick submarine? Fucking bigfoot? Set up some false flags too. Overwrought bullshit about Dr. Mann on the run from Fritz. But we fund them. No matter how absurd they get, we can't take the risk. Goddamn bigfoot.
It was my idea to create the redundant 001s. This was before it got out of hand. Proposed to the O5s that since we were doing it for the regulars, might as well try and hide the big one too. We have a flavour for everyone. But there's more of them. They're getting away from us.
Half those proposals were never uploaded. They were just there. Entire universes at the touch of a finger.
A monument to our own decadence.
And we didn't even build it.
Description: You want to know what the real 001 is? Fuck it. We didn't know for the longest time. We still don't know.
But I know.
It's a germ, an idea. Something we never saw coming. We spent our time collecting, cataloguing. Our methods grew, our note taking became more meticulous. We didn't notice the pattern until it was too late.
I grew up thinking that the universe was small. Caring. That everything had its purpose and it was a beautiful machine that hummed in harmony. Then I grew up. Realised that everything was just Brownian motion, random fluctuating chaos, that we were all just peaks in the quantum foam. We as a society learned hundreds of years ago that the universe… blah blah blah.
It's narrative.
You've seen it too, haven't you? You were curious enough to make it here. It started small - a key, a room, a weird naked old dude. But time went on and as we found more, there was always more to them. It was no longer a key. It was a key to open a locker shared by two star crossed lovers. A fungus carrying weight as an allegory for loneliness. The weird naked old dude had pathos.
And I'm part of it. We started building meta narratives. Fake 001s, dead ends, fake switchbacks. Stories to distract people, slow them down. We told ourselves that it was for the greater good. That we were in control. How could we not be? We were The Foundation.
The Foundation.
The bedrock on which story is built.
Ah - I'm doing it too, aren't I? Of course I am. I told you from jump that I was part of the problem. We tried to fight it. I oversaw 12 different skunkworks. We induced anomalies. Made Superman, 10 times over. And every time, it faded. Died before our eyes. The anomalies didn't stick.
And then we went and made That 4494 fucker. Pumped him full of tragic backstory. And Goddamnit that cheesy Alec Baldwin fucker survived.
Riemann notes: This is rough, but basically the whole 001 is a note written by O5-4. The basic premise is that narrative creates anomalies. And the narrative has gotten away from them. O5-4 knows almost nothing about how the foundation runs anymore because of the secrecy and obfuscation. Some amount of the SCPs are fake, but who knows which ones? And the more SCPs there are, the more stories there are. They're increasing in frequency to. Even telling this story is a story, and increasing the acceleration. The only way to kill anomalies, well and truly, is to forget their story.
