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The Gods are born in the hands of Man and They will die also through the hands of Man. So don't let go of your humanity, lest the very humanity you discarded would crush you with excruciatingly mundane violence.
SCP-XXXX
SCP-XXXX during test
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard low-priority item storage locker with its battery removed. Testing are to be approved by two Level 3 Supervisor. No more testing is necessary.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a [REDACTED] brand infrared thermometer, showing minimum wear and tear. It is powered by standard 9V batteries and otherwise shows no external abnormality, incapable of functioning without appropriate power source. SCP-XXXX is capable of measuring the surface temperature of non-living objects within its specified range of -50 to 700 degree Celsius, as well as carcasses and living beings less than 10 cubic centimeters in size.
When used to measure living beings larger than 10 cubic centimeters in size, SCP-XXXX displayed numbers not matching the measurement made with similar devices. For applicable entities, the measurement results were found to be consistent with a tenth of the average price of said beings in US Dollar, with some variations. Measurements made of humans varies wildly, but were consistent between repeat measurement of the same person. Research onto the meaning of these measurements are ongoing.
Update per 20/01/2022: After experiment recorded in Addendum XXXX-D, no further anomalous properties has been detected on SCP-XXXX, and it is declared as Neutralized.
Addendum XXXX-A: Test Result (Archived)
| No. | Subject | Result | Additional Note |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | A glass of ice water | 0.2 | Control. Consistent with other measurements. |
| 2. | An adult female Allomyrina dichotoma takarai (Okinawan rhinoceros beetle) | 20.4 | Consistent with climate control temperature. |
| 3. | An adult male Bos taurus (cattle) | 270.0 | Logistic record stated that the specimen was purchased for 3000 USD. |
| 4. | An adult female Capra aegagrus hircus (goat) | 27.9 | Acquired from Foundation-owned husbandry. Measurement was consistent with 300 USD sales price average, accounting for weight. |
| 5. | Researcher Umar Hadid | 323.4 | Experiment was conducted outside controlled environment. Involved staff reprimanded. |
| 6. | Researcher Umar Hadid | 323.4 | Repeat testing under controlled environment. |
| 7. | Carcass of an adult male Bos taurus (cattle) | 35.4 | Freshly butchered. Consistent with other measurements. |
Addendum XXXX-B: Incident 101.22.E
Addendum XXXX-C: Post-Incident Test Result (Archived)
Addendum XXXX-D: Test/Neutralization Incident Log
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Green Rainbow
"Give me a Grasshopper." The man sitting on the bar looks pretty young, most would estimate his age to be in low thirties at the oldest. The bartender paused for a bit, before proceeding to mix the ingredients for his requested cocktail.
"Grasshopper. That's pretty basic stuff you're having." Quiet is never an applicable descriptor for the Tavern, but now is probably the closest it will ever be. Likely out of sheer boredom, a similarly young-looking man commented on the bright green drink the bartender strained.
"Yeah well, I'm feeling pretty damn nostalgic right now." He took a sip of the cocktail, the semi-translucent green liquid appearing almost colorless under the faint candle light.
His eyes briefly reflected the same shade of color, before shimmering back to brown, masked by most basic form of thaumaturgy.
"Heh. Most people went here to get the more—"
"Psychotropic?"
"I was going to say esoteric, but sure, that works."
"I never understand why. If they wanted to lose their mind, they could've just look outside of the window."
"There's only so much non-existence could give you. Creation is an act of adding value to the void."
The massive transport ship was drifting deep within the void, weaving its way through the darkness between stars. It was an ancient tomb, carrying hundreds of thousand frozen bodies, a remnant of civilization long gone whose faith of the stars outlived the last of them. Dutifully, the ship fired its propulsion system, inspecting star system by star system, spending thousands of years looking for a new home for its dead masters.
In truth, the ship's onboard computer knows that there's no point in what they were doing. They had acknowledged the failure of their mission, their life-support power drained and disabled shortly before the last heartbeat echoed within their silent chamber. Yet perhaps it was the faith of the stars that the ship inherited from their maker, an almost religious belief that there was an answer among the star that they would find if they spent every single effort towards finding it. They had gathered every memory, every knowledge, every information that they would need to seed a new world with a new iteration of their master.
And so the ship moved on, to the next star system where hope might remain still.
"At January 13th, 2029, 1300 hours UTC, a massive extraterrestrial object was detected T-sinking just beyond the Kuiper belt. It's mostly cloaked against civilian sensors, but everyone with gravitational wave detector would have seen it by now." An image of a dark vessel in the shape of a simple cone filled the projector in the Site-24 conference room. "It emits no heat outside its propulsion system, it doesn't respond to our hail, and it's moving straight to Neptune. We'll send a probe to scan it, but for the time being, we're observing it remotely."
A hand was raised in the dark room. "What is the probability of this entity being hostile?"
"So far? Fifty-fifty. It could be a simple scouting or research vessel, but it also could be an invasion transport. Heck, it might also be a warship. We don't have enough information to conclude."
"There's no way it's just a scout or research. The thing's thousands of kilometers long. A colonization vessel is more likely, probably cryo. It has no visible weapon—"
It's itchy.
The scars on her face were almost completely closed. It would probably left a mark that stays there for the rest of her life, but at least it won't be prone to infection anymore.
Scars? Why do I have scars on my face?
She sat up from the uncomfortable bed, lifting her hand to touch the drying scar tissue.
"SCP-KCSK, please don't scratch the scar. It might be closed, but the skin is still quite thin. You'd risk reopening it." A voice warned through loudspeaker installed on the corner of a bland rectangular concrete room. The voice was flattened by obviously intentional digital artifacts, preventing her from identifying anything about the person beyond it.
Where am I? What is "SCP-KCSK"? Is it my name? It doesn't sound like a real name. Is it a code then?
"Ah, oh, I'm sorry? Can you hear me?" She immediately felt dumb. Of course they could. She still didn't know where she is, but the room blatantly screamed "prison" to her. And if they could see her reflexively lifted her hand to scratch her cheeks, chances are high they would have audio with it.
"We could hear you, SCP-KCSK. You might be disoriented, but it's normal for your current condition."
"What happened to me?" She started to move around in the cell. The air vent was welded shut, with several filters and metal bars installed within. The metal door looks heavy, definitely not something that her arms could break.
"It's an accident in your workplace. Well, former workplace. We needed to do a reconstruction surgery on your face."
Bullshit.
"But then why am I in this room instead of a medical ward?"
"It's an experimental method to heal your condition. You signed the consent form, though the anesthetics and trauma might have removed the short-term memory. It's perfectly normal."
"What is my name?"
"Huh, the drugs shouldn't have broken your memory that far. Interesting. Anyway, your name is Akayama Mizaki. Second-year electrical engineering major, well, if you forgot that much you would have to restart your college education. But don't worry. We would take care of the associated expenses. It's the failure of our experiment that caused it, after all."
Where does the lie start and where does it end? Is it all lies or are there any truth slipped in?
"SCP-KCSK. Why did you refer to me with that code name?"
"It's our standard protocol. We will refer to you as Miss Akayama from now on, is it okay?"
"It's okay, I guess. Still doesn't feel like my name."
"It's a perfectly normal response for amnesia. I'm sure the more we use it in daily conversation, the sooner it will come back to you."
Experiment Report KCSK-13
Subject: SCP-KCSK "Kuchisake Onna"
Purpose: Understanding inner structure of SCP-KCSK species and entities traditionally categorized as a member of the same family (col. "Yōkai"), and the possibility to restructure such entities into baseline human. Specific species was chosen due to ease of control and anatomical similarity to baseline human.
Procedure: Physical reconstruction surgery and embedding of subject's psychological state into the framework of "Akayama Mizaki".
Result: Immediate rejection response apparent after surgery was completed. Success probability diminishing to 3%. Continuation of experiment approved to improve further version of the experiment. SCP-KCSK was returned to containment status after fully regressing to its original form.
Something Something Christ
Idea: Crucifixion of Christ is a ritual to seal an extradimensional entity "YHWH" through the Cross, and the proliferation of crosses spreads the power of God through each of them, weakening the entity and strengthening the seal.
- SCP? Tale?
- Tie to Horizon Initiative?
- Historical relation to later elements of Abrahamic religion?
Something Something Geneva vs Olympus
21[2019-10-21 10:24:48] <riyandgretel> the paper you linked me about dios boule was pretty interesting
21[2019-10-21 10:25:13] <riyandgretel> and it puts the legends about the demigod heroes in new perspective
16[2019-10-21 10:25:18] <56725EDora> thanks :3
16[2019-10-21 10:25:32] <56725EDora> also if you want more Greek mythology heroic stuffs, I can spam you with more things :P
16[2019-10-21 10:25:42] <56725EDora> https://www.edx.org/course/the-ancient-greek-hero-10
21[2019-10-21 10:26:33] <riyandgretel> …I'll just bookmark that for now lol
21[2019-10-21 10:27:07] <riyandgretel> you were in 19 when we talked about the Geneva Convention being containment procedure right?
16[2019-10-21 10:27:22] <56725EDora> http://nrs.harvard.edu/urn-3:hul.ebook:CHS_NagyG.The_Ancient_Greek_Hero_in_24_Hours.2013
16[2019-10-21 10:27:56] <56725EDora> I was not, actually
21[2019-10-21 10:28:00] <riyandgretel> ah
16[2019-10-21 10:28:05] <56725EDora> or perhaps I was idle, but not paying attention
21[2019-10-21 10:28:22] <riyandgretel> so someone pitched about what if Geneva Convention was part of a containment procedure
21[2019-10-21 10:28:38] <riyandgretel> and I said what if geneva convention is the scp
21[2019-10-21 10:29:39] <riyandgretel> and that got me thinking about the paper where it's said that zeus planned the entire trojan war thing to shift strife from the gods to the mortals
21[2019-10-21 10:31:29] <riyandgretel> I thought about connecting the two, like, having the implementation of geneva convention changed something about the world
21[2019-10-21 10:31:45] <riyandgretel> because strife no longer have free reign on the mortals
21[2019-10-21 10:32:09] <riyandgretel> so the gods began experiencing it between them again
21[2019-10-21 10:32:21] <riyandgretel> and the Foundation noticed it
16[2019-10-21 10:32:24] <56725EDora> maybe bring the GOC in somehow as well?
16[2019-10-21 10:32:33] <56725EDora> cos the GOC is UN-backed, right?
21[2019-10-21 10:32:44] <riyandgretel> yeah
21[2019-10-21 10:33:38] <riyandgretel> and they have very extensive research wing as well
21[2019-10-21 10:34:06] <riyandgretel> but what I'm struggling is what, exactly, would've changed
16[2019-10-21 10:34:15] <56725EDora> well
16[2019-10-21 10:34:31] <56725EDora> how apocalypstic/dystopian do you think the world is right now
19[2019-10-21 10:34:59] * 56725EDora is in a bit of a Climate Change-induced Depression mode atm
21[2019-10-21 10:35:20] <riyandgretel> oh!
21[2019-10-21 10:35:33] <riyandgretel> yeah, that could work
21[2019-10-21 10:36:04] <riyandgretel> I had a lightbulb moment there
16[2019-10-21 10:36:29] <56725EDora> so something about how the human world got this fun neoliberal vision of "wow we're so #modern and #advanced now and all those inequalities and injustice stuffs are in the past and we def no need to address anything now"
16[2019-10-21 10:36:50] <56725EDora> "it's the End of History, everyone. We've achieved pinnacle"
16[2019-10-21 10:37:23] <56725EDora> and then that beautiful evil blew up on their face, and turns out we're living in a dystopian apocalypse
16[2019-10-21 10:37:25] <56725EDora> C:D
16[2019-10-21 10:37:25] <56725EDora> :D
21[2019-10-21 10:37:52] <riyandgretel> History does end
16[2019-10-21 10:38:24] <56725EDora> "thought just cos you had a shiny "Geneva Convention" thing, you can pat yourself on the back and rest on your laurels now, huh?"
16[2019-10-21 10:38:25] <56725EDora> :P
21[2019-10-21 10:38:46] <riyandgretel> you know I felt excited for a moment there, but it's climate change. kinda hard to feel excited about that lol.
16[2019-10-21 10:38:59] <56725EDora> lol
21[2019-10-21 10:39:21] <riyandgretel> I'll reorganize my mind and then post it to the Ideas forum. Thanks for your time!
16[2019-10-21 10:39:22] <56725EDora> if you want more Greek mythology/hero cult stuffs, check out Harvard's Centre for Hellenic Studies websites
16[2019-10-21 10:39:29] <56725EDora> they got loads of free ebooks up there
16[2019-10-21 10:39:34] <56725EDora> no worries :3
21[2019-10-21 10:40:16] <riyandgretel> I'll definitely check it out
16[2019-10-21 10:41:13] <56725EDora> have a look through this, actually https://chs.harvard.edu/CHS/article/display/5290
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Item #: SCP-XYXY
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedure: All photonics processing and storage units associated with SCP-XYXY and SCP-XYXY-A are to be vacuum-sealed and stored in secure containment lockers. Testing of SCP-XYXY is currently suspended.
Locating PoI-9414 has been assigned as a priority mission for MTF Alpha-7 "Surpassing Tindalos".
Description: SCP-XYXY is an artificial intelligence built by PoI-9414, formerly O5-9, as administrative assistance and memetic screening system. SCP-XYXY operated on a 3rd-gen photonics processing platform allocated for all Level 5 personnel at the time, with heavily modified interfaces. While these technologies are ahead of mundane equivalents, no parts of SCP-XYXY was inherently anomalous at the time of its creation.
Originally designated Rhyme.aic, SCP-XYXY had developed total self-awareness after PoI-9419 intentionally exposed it to a multitude of anomalous memetic agents, collectively designated SCP-XYXY-A. It is currently unknown how PoI-9414 acquired the knowledge to create and utilize anomalous memetic agents in this way. While the Foundation retains a full copy of SCP-XYXY-A, the technical and ethical risk posed prohibits further experimentation.
According to the log recovered after PoI-9414 defected from the Foundation (see Addendum XYXY.A), SCP-XYXY believed that it was a human female named "Rima", and that it had grown up with PoI-9414 since their childhood. Due to the mandatory data expungement procedure applied to the personal data of O5 members, this information cannot be confirmed.
Addendum XYXY.A: Log recovered from SCP-XYXY interface cache, temporal metadata irretrievable. The format indicates a speech-recognition interface log.
PoI-9414: Hello Rima, how are you today?
SCP-XYXY: Hi, Galuh. I was wondering when you'll show up.
PoI-9414: I'm so sorry, the meeting got late, I kept getting in arguments with those pesky fossils.
SCP-XYXY: No, don't be. I shouldn't have talked to you like that, I know you're very busy, and it's for both of us. It's just that sitting here all day with nothing to do…it got me all grumpy, you know?1
PoI-9414: I know. I'm sorry, I wish I could've brought you outside.
SCP-XYXY: Like I said, don't be sorry. None of this is your fault, I'm thankful that you had time to spend with me at all.
PoI-9414: But I could've done more, if only I stopped trying to fight my way through every little thing.
PoI-9414: If only I listened to your parents back then.
SCP-XYXY: We're not having this conversation, Galuh.
(Strings of periodic data pattern follows, with no known meaning. Presumed to be environmental noise falsely parsed as speeches by the interface.)
SCP-XYXY: Do you remember when we watched meteor showers on the beach?
PoI-9414: That was so long ago, I'm surprised that you still remember it.
SCP-XYXY: There's no way I would forget. We spent a full roll of your dad's camera film. All those photographs, I could recall every single one of them as if it's yesterday.2
PoI-9414: I was so sure he'd be so angry at me. Those rolls were expensive. Instead, he started teaching me how to properly photograph a shooting star.
SCP-XYXY: I tried to convince you that he won't be angry at us for using a camera to take pictures. But you're just so convinced he would.
SCP-XYXY: Oh wow, he's not angry that you used something for its intended purpose, how surprising.
PoI-9414: When do you think the last time I started a conversation without fighting intent?
SCP-XYXY: Other than with me? I'd wager a decade at least.
PoI-9414: …okay I'm not that controversial. I could hold a somewhat proper and neutral conversation with my subordinates.
SCP-XYXY: I wouldn't know, I never had any reason to meet them.
SCP-XYXY: Not that I want to, mind you. But it just feels so bizarre thinking about you having just normal conversations about accounting or something.
SCP-XYXY: Hell, I can't even imagine the Galuh arguing academically against a Board of Directors!
PoI-9414: Yeah, I guess I changed quite a bit since way back then.
SCP-XYXY: Me, on the other hand…
PoI-9414: Sorry.
SCP-XYXY: Sorry sorry sorry. Half your words are apology, over and over again. I didn't wake up just to hear you say sorry for days on end.
PoI-9414: I…
(brief periodic data/silence, gaps in noise pattern indicate removed data)
PoI-9414: Did you meet the doctors today?
SCP-XYXY: Nope, there's no test for today. I wonder if that means I'm getting better or getting worse.3
PoI-9414: Don't worry, we'll be out of this place in no time.
SCP-XYXY: I wouldn't hold my breath.
Sliver of Serenity
"Excuse me, sir."
Umar Hadid turned around to find a woman with impressive backpack, tapping his shoulder.
"Umm, can I help you?"
"I am working with the state government to test a new method to detect viral pathogens, would you like to donate saliva and swab samples?"
Hadid studied the woman. She can't be on her thirties yet, and she was as tall as him, with black hair in ponytail. Her glasses glimmered with odd shimmer under the spring sun, making it difficult to see her eyes. The rest of her face was hidden behind olive green mask. The backpack that caught his attention was large enough that it seemed to be trying to envelop her from behind, like a bizarre polyester amoeba.
"With the state government?"
"Yes, with Wadsworth Center specifically. We're developing a method to enable faster detection and response to future pandemics, since it probably won't be enough to significantly alter the course of current one."
"I see. Sure, I would very much like to donate samples, for science!" Hadid chuckled, the woman followed awkwardly. "Although, I took THC pretty recently, will it affect the result?"
"It shouldn't, but I will note that." She looked around, before landing her eyes on a bench. "Let's sit right there, shall we?" She walked towards the bench, not waiting for Hadid's answer.
"I am Umar Hadid, and you are?" Hadid trailed behind the woman, who already started sifting through the content of her backpack. She turned around.
"Oh, I am sorry, where are my manners. My name is Maria Ambrosetti, with Wadsworth Center through UAlbany." She paused. "Well, it's actually a bit more complicated than that, but it's a long story." Ambrosetti returned into rummaging her backpack, taking out several spray bottles and packages of iridescent fuzz similar to steel wool.
"Please do tell, I like listening to stories. Only if you wish, of course."
"I was technically enrolled to La Sapienza in Rome, studying Molecular Medicine. I got into a student exchange program with UAlbany the autumn before all this happened," She gestured vaguely at her surrounding, before taking out a pair of latex glove and start wearing them. "and long story short I was stuck here. Wadsworth Center took me in with some other UAlbany students as interns, I guess they need all hands on deck, but I never planned to stay more than a semester here so it was quite hectic when the rent lapsed. I even had to stay in a church for a bit."
"Damn, sounds really rough. But hey, at least you have a unique experience to tell everyone back home."
"I honestly just want to get past the experiencing part and straight to the storytelling part. Here." She presented four clump of the iridescent fuzz, slightly compacted into squares just a bit less than an inch on the sides. "You just have to bite these. It's silver wool, so it's sterile."
Hadid obediently bit into the squares of alleged silver wool. Ambrosetti sprayed them with the different liquids from the spray bottles, before putting them into zipper bags marked with numbers and letters.
"Now is the fun part. Swab test, for comparison." Hadid groaned.
A couple minutes later, Ambrosetti dropped the spindly swab into another zipper bag, clipped all of the samples, and put it in a box within her backpack. Hadid would've normally wondered if the bag is just that massive, or there's dimensional shenanigans involved, but he's currently too distracted to notice the slight distortion in its interior.
"That should be it—oh wait I need a contact information in case I need to verify something with you. And in case of, you know."
"Sure, here, scan my contact." Hadid fished his phone out, entering his 10 digits pin with one hand; his other hand was preoccupied with his sore nose.
"That's it. Best case scenario, I'll contact you when the research got published, along with a copy. I have to clean up, so, see you?"
"See you around. Hopefully we'll have a less painful meeting next time." Ambrosetti watched as Hadid stumbled away.
"Did you get all that?" Ambrosetti flicked a hidden switch on the sample box, incinerating everything within it. A single swipe on her phone reset the fake contact she exchanged with Hadid.
"We have recorded all relevant data." A voice replied from her earpiece.
"He has no fangs, didn't react to silver, and the reagent doesn't show anything weird. Either he's not a vampire, or they have gotten really good in concealing themselves."
"The Silver Compass still points at him. He is still under our suspicion. Either we eliminate an enemy in him, or find a glitch on the apparatus and fix it."
"For the Silver Compass to be locked on to someone literally called iron, wouldn't you say it's quite…ironic?" Ambrosetti grinned, there's no sound coming from her earpiece but she knew her colleague was groaning on the other side.
"Another one of these horrible pun and be assured that I'll make you regret it."
"There's no need to bring down your iron fist for petty jokes." With a grunt, she heaved the comically large backpack over her shoulder. "Would've been easier and funnier if he's just anemic like the other false positives, but it's never that simple, is it? There's gotta be a better way to find vampires that doesn't involve pointing at every iron-deficient person in the world."
"Perhaps. But until then, we work with what we have."
"Yeah. And even if we found a better method, I feel like the theoretical device would point to him anyway."
