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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 13:26
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
So
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
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 13:14
Illustration of SCP XXXX manifesting, drawn by subject residing within it.
Seeking Greenlight: yes
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP XXXX is to be kept as part of a 5m x 5m x 5m steel cube, submerged in 10m of ethanol(C2H6O). The cube is to be suspended in the center of the pool with nylon rope. There will be two entrances to the chamber: a plastic chamber, fitted with an airlock, and running horizontally to the cube, and a plastic vertical shute running from the ceiling of the chamber to the top of the cube.
Once daily, food is to be supplied through the hole in the cube. Subject inside is to confirm wellbeing and report any anomalous happenings.
Should vital signs of the subject be found to be 0, lockdown surrounding chamber. The airlock is to be sealed and a new D-class personnel is to be positioned within the cube immediately by way of the shute. Afterwards, the chamber must remain in lockdown for 24 hours before opening back up.
Description: SCP XXXX is a phenomenon that manifests as a green gelatinous mass that has the capability to meld with numerous types of building materials, including brick, wood, steel, glass, and stone (see Addendum-1). When melded in this manner, the entity assumes the chemical composition of the material so long as it maintains contact, save for the following properties: 1. The material is, as far as recorded, indestructible. 2. SCP XXXX can manipulate, restructure, and elongate the material to well past its original volume.
SCP XXXX primarily uses these capabilities to meld with a building or structure, becoming an instance of SCP XXXX-1. Once melded, the entity and the building become functionally indistinguishable, and no known method has been successful in retrieving SCP XXXX from SCP XXXX-1. SCP XXXX will only meld with a structure if there is a human subject within it.
When a human subject is within SCP XXXX-1, it will manipulate the walls around entrances and windows to completely cover all manner of exiting the building, trapping the subject inside. Notably, every time SCP XXXX-1 does this, it manifests a hole in the wall adjacent to the original exit approximately half a meter in diameter. While the reasons for this occurrence are unknown, it makes it possible for food to be delivered to the subject. Subjects inside SCP XXXX-1 have reported strange manipulations and events caused by SCP XXXX (see event log).
Addendum-1: Through extraneous testing, a limited list of materials that SCP XXXX is capable of inhabiting is provided:
SCP XXXX is capable of traversing and manipulating the following substances: Brick, stone, wood, glass, steel, concrete, cardboard, asphalt, and plaster
SCP XXXX is not capable of traversing and manipulating the following substances:
Fabric, plastic, paper, organic tissue, lead, in addition, SCP was unable to manipulate or meld with water, but could move through it.
Event log: (this is a couple of examples, I’ll write more in the future, but this is more of a proof of concept. The central narrative is that the SCP is experimenting on whoever is inside it. I will admit I'm not sure what the best way to illustrate this is)
Circumstances: This is a log of subject residing inside of SCP XXXX-1. Subject at the beginning of containment of SCP XXXX is recorded as D-16723, and referred to as such. Once daily at 8:00, subject is delivered food and in turn gives an entry into this log from the day prior. All entries in which nothing abnormal occurred have been omitted. Subject integrated into SCP XXXX-1 8/4/20 (in which the entrances were sealed behind them per SCP XXXX’s effects). Of note: the first two entries are transcripts of a verbal report, as they occurred prior to the implementation of the written log.
| 13/4/20 | “All of the entrances between rooms got smaller, it was a pretty tight squeeze when I had to use the bathroom” |
| Notes | As this was the first recorded unnatural event occurring within SCP-XXXX-1, a wireless camera was administered inside for documentation. |
| 14/4/20 | “Some of that green goop went into the camera, and then it turned into a metal sphere” |
| Notes | Subject instructed to keep a written log |
| 29/4/20 | “The walls moved around till I was in the middle of this big maze. I wandered around for a while before making it back to the living room.” |
| Notes | |
| 5/5/20 | “The house put me in this room and every few minutes a statue of me would come out of the wall in a wacky pose. Obviously that’s creepy enough, but I quickly figured out that if I didn’t mimic the pose of the statue, these needles would come out of the floor and poke through my shoes. Once I did the pose a new one would come up. We did that for a few hours before it just stopped, and I was back in the living room. I think it’s someone else’s turn to be stuck in the freak house” |
| Notes | This instance is remarkably similar to experiments done on rats to test conditioning methods. Pending request for further testing into the intelligence of SCP XXXX. |
| Incident XXXX-a | D-16723 lifesigns ceased. They were found at the bottom of the chamber containing SCP XXXX-1, having drowned in ethanol. It is unknown how they were able to exit SCP XXXX-1. The automatic containment procedures activated and a new subject: D-83228 was integrated into SCP XXXX-1. |
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 12:07
I returned to my alma mater inexplicably.
As I walked along the road leading to the biology department building, looking at the students coming and going around me, I couldn't help but wonder what was waiting for me ahead.
A week ago, while still on a business trip in Alaska, I received an email from Patrick C. Wallace. Except for a simple beginning and signature, there were only a few sentences in the email:
"Long time no see. I have met some problems that can only be solved with your assistance. Next Thursday, please definitely come to the Structural Biology Laboratory. I'll be here waiting for you."
Professor Patrick C. Wallace was my doctoral mentor. For the general public, he was a world-renowned leader in the realm of protein structure resolution. But he actually had another lesser-known role as a Level 5 Researcher in the Department of Sciences (DoS) of the Foundation. He and his group completed the protein structure analysis of several anomalous viruses, such as SCP-217 and SCP-3966. As his favorite protégé, I was also recommended by him to work in the Foundation after getting my Ph.D. degree.
As I walked down the stairs of the biology building, I started to wonder what problem it could be that even a great scholar like Wallace could not solve, but I could help with. After all, I was no longer working on protein structure analysis since my graduation - Working on this pipelined research for my whole Ph.D. career made me really exhausted, and thus after joining the DoS, I switched to studies such as gene editing and biomodification, and have never manipulated cryo-electron microscopes1 again.
It was said that Wallace received a request of identifying a mysterious sample from a site in Greenland one year ago. He fell ill seriously for a month after that, and when he came back, he submitted the retirement application to both the University and the Foundation. He even disbanded his research group. He had only one request, which is to keep this laboratory and the best cryo-electron microscope in it. I didn't know whether it was due to his past contributions or some secret transaction he reached with the Overseer Council - beyond everyone's expectations, his application was approved.
From that day on, he began to become elusive. Sometimes others could see him working alone in the lab for days without a break, and sometimes he might vanish for months. At the annual meeting of the DoS two months ago, several Greenland geologists even complained that this eccentric old man with a white beard pushed them to dig for frozen soil and rock samples every day.
No one had any idea what he was doing. Occasionally a few people would ask him about his research program, and he was always impatient and drove those people away. Perhaps the reason I was here had something to do with this?
When I came back to my senses, I had already reached the laboratory door. I rang the doorbell.
As the access control indicator flashed green, the heavy steel door of the Structural Biology Laboratory slowly opened in front of me. A figure was sitting behind the door, staring at something on the computer screen carefully.
I walked cautiously into the laboratory, fearing that even a little noise would disturb his work. Even so, the figure in front of the computer noticed me.
"Just wait there for a second, Young." He said without looking back.
"Ah… OK, Professor."
I leaned against the wall next to the door and looked around, remembering the days and nights I spent here during my five-year Ph.D. career.
Minutes later, Wallace finally got up slowly from his seat, walked towards me, and stretched out his right hand.
"Long time no see, Young."
"Glad to meet you again, Professor." I held his right hand. "Long time no see."
Just at this moment, I came to realize that he has indeed changed a lot during the past year: his originally round and flushed face had shrunken, showing a strange grayish-white hue, dotted with large and small age spots. A strange ticking noise faintly sounded when he approached me, but the sound was so subtle that it was easily overshadowed by the roar of the liquid nitrogen pump. I thought it was just a hallucination.
After a simple greeting, Wallace cut directly to the chase. "There is no time left for us to talk nonsense… I want to discuss some important topics with you, come with me."
I walked to his computer screen and saw the 3D model shown on the screen. It was a virus - sorts of similar to a bacteriophage, but with some strange additional structures and details.
"Is this all that you were working on during the past year, Professor?" I was a little bit confused.
Wallace stared at me. "Have a guess, what is this?"
I had definitely seen it somewhere. I tried to search for it in my brain, and suddenly an answer emerged in my mind.
"Is it… SCP-217?"
Wallace nodded.
"If my memory is correct, the electron micrographs of SCP-217 should have been available as early as… in the 1990s. One of the first virus-type items being structurally resolved. And the structures of its capsid proteins have also already been analyzed, don't they? I remember that this work was even Jack’s doctoral thesis topic." I added.
"Exactly, but this sample is somewhat different."
Wallace motioned to me to follow him. He put on anti-frostbite gloves, carefully took out a small sample bag from an ultra-low temperature fridge, and showed it to me. The bag contained some brown-black powder, and the label on the back said something in Danish.
I was reminded of the rumors that he had dug frozen soil samples in Greenland previously, this must be the result of his exploration. "Are these samples of frozen soil taken from Greenland?" I asked.
"Exactly, it seems that you have already known something about this." he answered immediately. "We found some… very ancient virus samples from this soil, which contributed to the model you just saw. The dating experiments have revealed that these viruses were presumably from…3 billion years ago."
This conclusion is somewhat ridiculous. Organic substances are quite fragile and will almost definitely be completely destroyed by various factors such as oxygen and radiation in tens of thousands of years. Even in the oldest stratum in the world, even under low temperature just as in the Arctic cycle, it is still very unlikely to have any complete virus sample preserved.
Maybe my frowned brow reminded him. "I also didn't believe this before." He added. "Actually, almost all stuff we found were just fragments of the viruses - but after a whole year of sample collection, the evidence in our hands is still sufficient to reconstruct the complete structure of this virus."
He put the sample back into the fridge and walked back to the front of the computer. "This virus only has some minor changes in its structure during the past billions of years. We can even say that - it seems that it will no longer be SCP-217, the virus that turns organisms into machine-like things, if its structure changed a lot."
"So…? Is there anything I can help with?"
"What kind of virus do you think SCP-217 is?" Wallace didn't respond to me, but instead raised a question.
"…Bacteriophage?" This was indeed the closest answer I could come up with.
"Indeed… SCP-217 is very much like a phage." He affirmed my answer. "But, why can a phage-like virus infest the cells of eukaryotes?"
I shook my head. "Well, I don't know. I'm not a virologist and don't really know about their habits. It may just be that the corresponding protein structures have changed or something."
Instead of continuing the conversation, Wallace pulled a stack of paper information out from the drawer under the mainframe and handed it to me. I heard the sound similar to a moving clock hand ringing again imperceptibly.
"Huh… Actually, I shouldn't have shown you these materials. Your clearance is far from being high enough to see this stuff - but it doesn't really matter now."
Under the huge "Top Secret Level 5 Information" warning on the front cover was the title of this file - "Broken God Engineering Drawings". The complex drawings on the back and the familiar huge mechanical figure proved it even further.
Although I had heard some gossip about "the Foundation is holding the drawings of the Broken God", no one would take it seriously. All of us knew that we did not have enough authority to check it, and no one wanted to confirm such frivolous rumors while risking being killed by the Mobile Task Forces.
Nevertheless, I was still really shocked at the moment that the document was actually in front of me.
However, I had not really learned anything related to engineering seriously. Even if I was shown such a document, I wouldn't be able to offer any help. "Why are you showing me this, Professor? Although SCP-217 can turn people into machinery, there doesn't seem to be solid evidence that it's actually related to the Broken God - "
Wait a minute. I looked back at the 3D model of SCP-217 on the screen. I felt drops of sweat trickling down my forehead. It was as if the ticking sound from the collision of mechanical gears was becoming more and more pronounced.
"Although it is theoretically believed that the most powerful 'Broken God' entity can only be constructed using the so-called 'real' parts of the Broken God, even a complete fake can actually mimic at least some of the functions of the Broken God, as long as the structure is correct." Wallace stared at me, with his face expressionless. "That is to say, the divinity of the Broken God comes from its structure, from the union of the parts constituting it, and not from the parts themselves."
I had realised what he was going to say. I was really having a bad feeling about this.
"Therefore, the Broken God does not necessarily need to be built with those crunching metallic gears. If you have found the right direction, it will definitely be possible to build the Broken God using wood, or even flesh and blood. So… molecules would also be available choices."
I started to pretend as if I didn't know anything. "I …… I don't really know. Molecules?"
"You should have known about molecular machines. Many proteins are classic molecular machines. ATP synthase, the flagellum of bacteria, ion channels, receptors on the cell membranes. You could say that every life is a combination of several complex molecular machines that have been exquisitely designed. These proteins, these molecular machines, are like the parts of …… life. Since they are parts, they can of course be reassembled according to certain laws."
At this point, Wallace stood up and gave me a deadly stare. I could see the zooming lens in his dark red pupils. I finally understood the source of that ticking sound - under his skin.
"Professor, you…"
"Let's take a look at this 3D model." His tone was as calm as an electronically synthesized voice. "This virus has evolved so conservatively over the past few billion years, all thanks to one thing - only this particular structure could make it the Broken God. SCP-217, this virus, is the world's smallest, most finely structured, replica of the Broken God. "
I shiveringly looked at the screen. Wallace skillfully manipulated the software, zooming in, zooming out, and dragging the model of the virus. I could see every residue, every helix, and every fold of the proteins constituting the virus. I finally understood what I had seen before were, those "superfluous structures compared with the common bacteriophage".
They were the head, feet, body, two wings, and scepter of the Broken God. My mind felt feverish and blank, as if a loud buzzing sound was going on all around me.
"The oldest virus sample in the world. Existed three billion years ago." Wallace didn't turn around, speaking to himself. "Let's put aside for a moment the fact that we've found direct evidence that viruses existed billions of years ago itself - It shouldn't be a difficult thing to initiate a revolution in the academic community of biology if this file can be made public. I'm more concerned with another question. Why did this thing exist three billion years ago? Was it created by someone? Or… was its formation originally the will of the laws of nature?"
He walked up to me and patted my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the scars on his hands, which were filled with hundreds of gears and levers in constant motion.
"Young, There is only one thing that I want to ask you for."
I held my breath.
"You're a chemical biologist, right? You should be familiar with how to modify living things."
Wallace's pupils narrowed mechanically, making the crunching noise of a lens rubbing against the slide as it moved back and forth.
"The function of this virus - it seems that it's turning people into a disgusting pile of fleshy cogs and levers - but in reality, The real power of the virus would be promoting life to instantly arrive at its ultimate form of evolution, completing the most extreme orderliness and accessing to the power of the Broken God. "
"Unfortunately, it has some unpleasant side effects that make it impossible to do this right now, and will still cause people to feel pain. As a patient, I am well aware of this."
No, that's not right. I slowly came back to my senses. "Have you been infected with SCP-217?!"
"Correct. About a year ago. I gave myself a shot of this virus, since I received a sample from Greenland, and then the side effects forced me to stay in bed for a month." Wallace's face was completely devoid of any emotional turmoil. "Let's not talk about that - Young, you're a chemical biologist, you know very well how to modify the virus. I'd like to ask you a favor - modify this virus. Remove its side effects, while retaining its structure. Make it available for us to reach our goal of becoming a god. Modifying the incarnation of a god requires great skill, and those mediocre and stupid chemical biologists can't do that, but I know a genius like you can."
"Why are you doing this?" I instinctively took a few steps back.
"Young, countless Broken God believers have tried to use crude surgery to transform themselves to gain the power of the Broken God. We don't need to. With a slight modification of the virus to remove the lethal, painful side effects, we, ourselves, will become one with the Broken God. We will then have access to the power of one of the creator gods. We ourselves will become gods. We will recover the Broken God. We will be able to dominate everything. All this can be done by simply engineering this tiny virus."
I realized that the person in front of me was no longer my mentor - if it could still be called a person.
"That… is not very realistic, I'm afraid, Professor, that I… I'm not familiar with the genome of SCP-217…"
I began trying to stabilize its emotion while constantly backing up, trying to find an opportunity to escape from the lab. Just outside this lab was the stationing point for a Mobile Task Force disguised as campus security.
But I forgot one thing. It didn't have emotions at that moment.
"You want to escape, don't you? Give it up, Young. Try pushing that button that opens the gate of the room if you don't believe me." It sat back in its seat and made an expressionless sound.
I turned and ran towards the exit, trying my best to tap on the exit button. There was no response. It slowly stood up from its seat, clipped a syringe filled with a dark red liquid from the pocket of its lab coat, and slowly moved towards where I was.
I tried to make a last-ditch effort.
"Professor …… No, Wallace, think about it! 3 billion years! What organic substance can be preserved for 3 billion years! Do you have any proof that it was really a virus from 3 billion years ago and was not a fake created by some guy?!"
"The formation of SCP-217 is the will of nature, Young. This is the shadow of the Broken God. The evolution of life itself is a process of ordering, and is the path of the Broken God coming back to wholeness. SCP-217 has existed since the origin of life. It IS the Broken God, which has been watching life emerging from a primordial soup of disorder, just as watching its own children growing. All we are trying to do is simply following the laws of nature and the will of the God to make ourselves stronger." Wallace's tone didn’t have any fluctuations.
I took a few more steps back. "Just give it up. I will NEVER choose to become a bunch of emotionless gears, even if I can get the whole universe after that."
"Emotions are useless things. Superfluous part for our survival. That kind of stuff only detracts from our development and stops us from the great work of becoming one with the Broken God. Come to grips with the reality, Young. You are a wise man."
The talking paused. It suddenly stopped in its tracks. I held my breath and saw it abruptly raising its right arm, pointing at me with the tip of the syringe, and then lunged at me like a hungry wolf -
In a panic, I reached for the pistol I had been carrying with me for protection.
Bang.
The humanoid entity that had once been Professor Wallace fell to the ground on its back, the structures that had once been eyes did not close, but merely glowed an eerie red before dimming completely. Black and yellow liquid flowed all over the floor from the bullet hole on its forehead, smelling like burnt gasoline.
I felt like the world was spinning, my legs went limp, and then I sat down on the floor, looking at the syringe that had rolled off from its hands. Luckily, it didn't break.
I could hear screams coming from outside and the sound of a group of people running through the hallway. A few seconds later, the long-lost fresh air rushed into the lab as the heavy steel doors fell down. When I turned around, I was greeted only by a row of black muzzles of guns belonging to the Mobile Task Force.
As ordered, I took over the lab temporarily until the next structural biologist arrived. I inherited Wallace's Level 5 researcher privileges and all the information and equipment he had left behind.
Except for me and a few high clearance researchers, all members who stayed in the building received Class-B amnestics that day. Wallace was publicly declared dead in a campus shooting. The remaining samples of SCP-217 were sealed, many materials that the Overseer Council believed should not exist in the world were destroyed. And the research projects he left were then postponed indefinitely, becoming a secret known only by me and the Overseers.
I set out to sort through the frightening information he had left behind. Although the chaotic events that happened on that day were unforgettable, I still didn't believe what he said about the virus.
In any case, it is too absurd to believe that any of the complex biomolecules could be preserved for up to three billion years, and it could not be really regarded as evidence that the virus had been existing since then. What he said was probably just some nonsense after listening to the heresy of the Broken God stuff. After all, once a person has fallen into his false thoughts, it is really difficult to get out.
I just thought about it, and it slowly faded into oblivion. In the meantime, I was asked to suspend my previous work and resume my old job of protein structure determination. I recruited a few temporary students to do the protein analysis that was supposed to be done by Wallace's group. However, with a mountain of samples that had not been tested for almost a year, the work that needed to be done kept the entire lab quite busy, even when I myself joined the work.
I don't know if it was because I was tired or what, but I had been feeling somewhat unwell since that day, like having insomnia at night, and feeling as if I was caught in the thickness of brain fog.
A few hours ago, having been working intensively for three days with less than ten hours of sleep in total, I decided to give myself a break. I handed off the task to my deputy and ducked into my office. Sleepiness came over me like a tidal wave as I sat in my seat, and I fell asleep quickly. I had a dream.
The dream took place in the primordial ocean billions of years ago, small organic molecules polymerized and grew on the surface of minerals at the bottom of the sea, forming nucleic acids, sugars, peptides, and fats. They gradually gathered together and a prokaryotic cell was born, floating lonely in the dark and cold seawater.
A virion of SCP-217 suddenly emerged from the darkness. It rested on the surface of the cell and injected its genetic material into the prokaryotic cell. Fragments of the genetic material were integrated into the cell's DNA, which was then transcribed and translated into a large number of proteins.
Those newly formed proteins created by the gene of SCP-217 bound to other peptide chains in the cell just like prions, changing their conformation, twisting, modifying, and refolding them into completely different shapes. The modified proteins come together to form a molecular motor. I realized that I had seen it before; it was the ATP synthase that could be found in almost all living things. Then came the bacterial flagellum, the ion pump… More proteins were turned into structures similar to mechanical parts.
My vision gradually pulled away. Behind this cell were millions of similar cells, the interiors of which were filled with precisely functioning mechanical structures. Some were even stuffed with exaggerated, gears-like organelles that look as comical as children's illustrations.
As the evolution process continued, I saw something that was not prokaryotic emerge from a disordered mass of polypeptide aggregates. Myosins, cytoskeletons, kinesins that walk on microtubules. They are all molecular machines, constructed by the precise meshing of molecular gears and levers.
Cell nuclei were forming. Those cells were evolving, completing the metamorphosis from prokaryotic cells to eukaryotic cells.
I awoke suddenly. The familiar ticking sound occurred in my head again. I rubbed my eyes and felt as if my vision wasn't as good as it had been - it took me a while to see clearly what was in front of me, along with a strange scraping sound.
Just an nonsensical dream, I thought. The evolution of life had its own path, how could SCP-217 be the shaper of life forms?
In a trance, I suddenly noticed a wooden photo frame on my desk, probably left by Wallace. Inside the frame was a small, well-protected rock sample. The label underneath reads "Prokaryotic fossil, Greenland, 3.2 billion years old."
Driven by my curiosity, I opened the frame and cautiously took the fossil out, and then placed it under the light microscope, looking at it carefully.
Finally, I found a dark, round spot. As I looked closely at it, the situation in front of me made my mind go blank.
That was a prokaryotic cell, filled with gears and levers.
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 11:50
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter [early assignment]
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in an 8x8x8 meter humanoid containment cell with standard furnishings. [unfinished]
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous entity that has two forms corresponding to an active and a dormant state. In its dormant state, SCP-XXXX resembles a large designer briefcase. This briefcase cannot be opened and is anomalously durable. The period SCP-XXXX spends in dormant form is irregular, and can last anywhere from five days to three weeks. Once the period ends, SCP-XXXX's active form will manifest within two kilometers from its dormant location. Normally, SCP-XXXX manifests inside sheltered, vacant locations. However, it often appears within vacant rooms of luxury hotels. The nature of this pattern is currently unknown.
When active, SCP-XXXX is a 177.8 cm tall humanoid figure with grey skin and a bandaged face. Scars of various types can be seen near the mouth, ears, and right eye. In this form, SCP-XXXX will wear formal clothing that matches the local culture. Normally, the entity is seen wearing a black three-piece suit and appropriate accessories. However, this is only SCP-XXXX's initial form.
SCP-XXXX has the ability to shapeshift. It normally will change its appearance to ease any suspicions or assimilate itself into an organization. Based on records, SCP-XXXX can maintain its form indefinitely. It has been observed that SCP-XXXX does not require focus to remain transformed, and will not return to its default appearance when unconscious or resting.
Despite its anomalous properties, SCP-XXXX's active form has needs similar to that of a physically fit human in their early 30s. The entity requires a similar amount of food, water, rest, and nutrients in order to maintain its humanoid form. If SCP-XXXX expires in its active form or enters a state of shock, it will demanifest and return to a dormant form elsewhere.
In its active form, SCP-XXXX displays considerable combat skills with numerous conventional and anomalous weapons. When required, it will primarily use these weapons:
- A silenced .22 caliber HDM pistol that is completely silent and does not leave gunshot residue when fired.
- An ornate pocket knife that can be transformed into two daggers.
In addition to weapons, SCP-XXXX has used various items with anomalous effects to adapt to various situations. Most items appear to be single-use and often manifest spontaneously to SCP-XXXX's needs. Reported examples of recurring items include:
- A playing card resembling the ace of spades, except its active form is depicted in place of the spade symbol. The card has mild hypnotic abilities, and those exposed are briefly more vulnerable to suggestions in the presence of SCP-XXXX.
- A set of adhesive office notes that SCP-XXXX can hear through, despite containing no components of bugs or similar devices.
- A contact lens that allows SCP-XXXX to gain the perspective of video cameras near it.
Outside of combat, SCP-XXXX has proven to be an intelligent, amiable entity. Although it is fluent in most commonly spoken languages, SCP-XXXX defaults to American English with a slight British accent. Furthermore, SCP-XXXX has shown evidence of having a photographic memory as well as some form of lifespan extension. It has provided extremely detailed accounts of several diplomatic events from the last two centuries. See Addenda for further information.
Regardless of form, SCP-XXXX appears to have anti-memetic properties of an unknown level. When its dormant form manifests inside an occupied building (such as a hotel), staff and guests have a subconscious urge to ignore or avoid the site of manifestation. In its active state, people who observe the entity feel a sense of familiarity and ease. SCP-XXXX also appears to be able to distort records related to itself and its current alias. Video footage showing the entity's true form is often distorted. Moreover, printed records of the entity's current alias show defects or heavy redactions after SCP-XXXX demanifests or leaves the area. Those who question the entity will show signs of short-term memory loss.
Addendum-01: Interview between SCP-XXXX and Dr. Amanda Irons. At the time, SCP-XXXX has been posing as Dr. Arthur Brand, a researcher. "Arthur" was taken into questioning after he was reported for accessing classified data.
Addendum-02 Interview between Professor █████, Dean of International Affairs at a university located in New York City and Dr. Boxford Black regarding the appearance of Dr. Lynden, a professor of foreign policy. [unfinished]
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 10:06
NOTIFICATION FROM LOCATION-64'S BOARD OF ADMINISTRATORS
Although Location-64 Staff should apply 64-pidgin in common discussions, Staff must withhold any application of 64-pidgin in official Foundation accounts, barring situations such as citations. Staff must put all such applications of 64-pidgin in italics for clarity.
— Dr. Holman, First Administator, Location-64
Item # (Thing #): SCP-XXXX
Object Class (Commodity Class): Euclid (Pythagoras)
Special Containment Procedures (Distinct Isolation Approach) : SCP-XXXX is fit in a standard anomaly vault at Location-64. A list of synonyms of fifty common words containing ABC's fifth sign is on hand in all public rooms in Location-64. Additionally, all staff at Location-64 must pass a basic monthly linguistical training in Spanish or Français to allow staff to apply transnational synonyms.
Description (Account): SCP-XXXX is a four thousand word autobiographical manuscript.
No human or humanoid in SCP-XXXX's vicinity can say, jot down or proclaim in any way any word containing ABC's fifth sign. All of Location-64's staff is too nigh to SCP-XXXX to avoid its impact. Location-64's subsurficial position limits SCP-XXXX impact to Location-64.
SCP-XXXX primarily charts its author's thoughts about his loss of his child. Notably, SCP-XXXX's author finds that his mind starts to cast off parts in association with his child. SCP-XXXX rounds off with its author noticing that ABC's fifth sign is also lost upon him, for SCP-XXXX's author did apply it occasionally to call his child.
Addendum (Addition): [Optional additional paragraphs]
Interview (Dialog): [Interview with the author]
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 03:56
𝙐𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠!
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 02:08
CAPTION-GOES-HERE
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
The containment area of SCP-XXXX is to preferentially be guarded by hearing impaired guards. All guards that are not cleared by a physician to be profoundly deaf must wear noise-cancelling headphones. Lethal force is authorized to suppress a breach if deemed necessary by staff. Any research staff entering the containment area must wear noise cancelling headphones.
Containment cells are to be surrounded with soundproofed and anechoic walls so that personnel or audio recording devices cannot perceive internal noise up to 160 decibels from 30 meters away from the containment area. All verbal contact with SCP-XXXX instances must occur on a volume controlled intercom system from at least 25 meters away.
Contained instances must be fed 10 kilograms of bovine organs divided into two to four separate feedings per week, with an occasional nutritional supplement for calcium.
Site command must clear instances for testing before experimentation.
Description:
Instances of SCP-XXXX resemble humans of varying ethnicities and appearances, with one commonality being a physically fit physique and facial features commonly associated with attractiveness. Observed instances have heights and appearances consistent with human averages in their area of discovery, but they tend to weigh significantly less than a human of their size would, at only 50-60% of the expected weight based on human BMI averages.
SCP-XXXX instances are carnivorous, and they are specifically adapted to hunt humans. Instances have poor vision due to possessing few photoreceptors, and hunt primarily through hearing and olfaction. Instances of SCP-XXXX consume the organs of victims, and the females tend to dispose of the remains, while the males usually create nests out of the remains for the purpose of attracting mates.
SCP-XXXX instances are capable of altering the minds of their listeners within a 25 meter radius of the subject, regardless of if the listeners hear recordings of SCP-XXXX or if listeners directly hear SCP-XXXX instances. Most mind altering effects of SCP-XXXX involve influencing the emotional state of listeners, eventually leading to abnormally high trust of and obsession with the instance.
The more experience an SCP-XXXX instance has, the greater control it can exert on listening subjects, with the greatest amount of control on record from a neutralized instance in ██████ that led its victims to [REDACTED]. Many inexperienced instances easily lose control of what effect they have on listeners.
Instances of SCP-XXXX have perfect pitch when singing as well as an innate understanding of music theory, even exceeding that of many well educated professional musicians. Instances are capable of mimicking human voices and even ‘inventing’ new voices to sing with without hearing the voice they claim to create. Apart from musical intelligence, all other areas of intelligence tend to be at or below human averages. Most instances of SCP-XXXX display narcissistic and antisocial traits, with the most aggressive devoid of empathy both towards humans and other instances of SCP-XXXX.
Instances are capable of emitting extremely loud noise with the loudest from SCP-XXXX-5, recorded at 180 decibels. This behavior usually occurs in defense when instances of SCP-XXXX project loud noise in all directions. After such an event, instances will often deafen themselves temporarily, but according to tests and anatomical studies, will recover from even the most profound hearing loss. The sound resonates from the entire thorax rather than through the mouth.
Instances of SCP-XXXX gather around large, metropolitan population centers, with the most instances believed to be in ██████, China. Because of their concentration in densely populated locations, instances of SCP-XXXX are likely to interact with each other. In many cases, instances will compete for territory, though some have worked collaboratively. Though most instances become involved in the music industry, some instances have been reported using their speaking voice to achieve mind altering effects in victims.
The origin of SCP-XXXX is unknown, though a dramatic increase in events consistent with instances of SCP-XXXX has been traced through Foundation and police records to Liverpool, United Kingdom 1962.
Addendum:
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DATE: 15 Apr 2021 01:51
Item : SCP-XXXX
SCP-XXXX before containment
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a 5m x 5m tank filled with water. SCP-XXXX must be fed small fish to be kept alive.
Description: SCP-XXXX looks like a normal octopus. It is indistinguishable from a giant pacific octopus in every way, except that when threatened, it does not shoot ink, but it shoots out genuine liquid gold. SCP-XXXX releases it's "ink" almost like a normal octopus, except that when the liquid gold releases, it does not disperse the liquid gold by being accompanied by a jet of water from the siphon.
SCP-XXXX was originally discovered in the waters near Itanki Beach in Muroran, Japan. Two tourists were vlogging their trip, snorkeling deep in the waters. They started recording with an underwater camera, then shortly spotted something unusual. SCP-XXXX was releasing it's shiny, yellow liquid gold. The two tourists recorded SCP-XXXX releasing it's liquid gold, then posted it on their travel vlog [Redacted], which has now been deleted from the main website "YouTube."
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DATE: 14 Apr 2021 18:16
First Draft Brainstorming:
SCP similar to Jaded Ring, basically handheld object (in the following cases a ring but could be other things) with unique powers. Obviously fits the wearer perfects
Have several ideas in mind that would work with rings, but 2 possibilities:
1. Two rings with several interactions, being:
-When one is worn
I term this idea the "Ring of cut" or something of that nature. Basically, when the ring is worn by someone (which is recognized by anomalous properties) the gem portion of it can cut any organic material (to some extent maybe to not overpower it). Unfortunately I've realized this is rather similar to SCP- 2207 and even considerably weaker and cliché so this idea is likely nada
-When the other is worn
I term this idea the "Ring of cuts" because lazy repetition is my jam. When this ring is worn, the wearer will feel as though they are being put through a dangerous yet extremely thorough training regime. As such, they are likely to receive "cuts". However, after the regime is over, they will become much stronger as a result of it, so this is a good option for people like faculty guards.
-When both are worn by different people
I term this idea the "Rings of cuts" because See Above. When two different people put on these rings, they will gain two abilities.
a. To know where the other ring holder is located.
b. To have physical and mental pain separated between them. This is more complicated then the other ability, but for example: Researchers A and B put on the rings. A will never feel pain (E.g. Their mind is immune to damage), but can be cut or killed naturally. B will never be cut (Their physical body is immune to damage), but will feel pain and still can be killed. Duly noted: B is also more likely to go insane
-When both are worn by the same person
Idk I haven't though of anything yet… However if anyone could thing of a Rings of Cut theme I would probably gratefully accept it.
Note: These ideas are all considered Safe Class as they are easily understood for the most part and can be contained in a standard box behind locked doors.
2. Several different SCPs with powers that are unique to themselves, same characteristics as above but split as mentioned. No need for additional writing here because the ideas are the same as in 1.
Origin.
It's hardest to think of an origin point, as I really like the idea of safe class wearable objects and wish to make more, so maybe a location in a shop would be nice. In the back of a shop there would exist an entrance to rooms upon rooms of a ring (meaning each room only has a single ring or two, each of which could be classified as an SCP). These rooms are nondescript, but people walking through it might get the sense that they are walking between space and time. This location could in itself be classified as an SCP.
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DATE: 14 Apr 2021 14:22
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: XXXX is to be held in a standard humanoid containment chamber at site 17. The anomaly is also required to wear gloves made from ██████, to stop the creation of its portals.
Description:
Discovery and recovery:
Additional information
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