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DATE: 06 Jun 2021 12:00

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Site-210 is to be guarded at all times under the pretense of military operations. A circumference of barbed wire fences are to be placed 50 meters away from the perimeter of SCP-XXXX and only staff with level 2 clearance and above are to be allowed within the premises.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a suburban town that was discovered in the middle of the Gobi Desert, Mongolia. It's perimeter is roughly five-hundred (500) meters on each side. The town appears as a regular, American, suburban town with streets and shops, however, the most notable building is the church-like structure situated in the immediate center of the town. SCP-XXXX is completely desolate after the events of the incident categorized as SCP-XXXX-1 (see next paragraph).

The Foundation was informed about the town after a tourist entered a Mongolian police station with tattered clothes and claw/bite marks on his limbs. He reported that a town turned his fellow tourists into murderous "psychopaths". Due to the language barrier between the officers and the victim, nothing could be done. However, a member of Foundation personnel, who was a mole at the station at the time, overheard the report and quickly contacted the Foundation. Site-210 was established at SCP-XXXX and testing began effective immediately.

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DATE: 06 Jun 2021 01:11
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Item №: XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: [ABSENT DUE TO ANOMALOUS INTERFERENCE]

Description:

EXT - TOKYO - NIGHT

Rain pours, neon lights filtering through it, reflecting it off the puddles on the street. A MAN, dressed in a dripping trenchcoat is seen in silhouette. He walks through a door, with the words "Koyozaki Kaiseki" in English and Japanese above it. We read a subtitle …

CHAPTER ONE

ONCE UPON A TIME IN …

THE ANOMALOUS WORLD

The subtitle is replaced by another one;

2021, Tokyo, Japan

The MAN keeps walking, removing his coat and shoes in the foyer. A WAITRESS walks up to him, speaking to him in SUBTITLED JAPANESE

WAITRESS

Good evening sir. I assume you're booked with Mr Belanger?

MAN

So I am.

WAITRESS

And then you must be James Mandel?

The MAN nods. He doesn't like the name, MANDEL. Too … posh.

Would you like me to take your briefcase, sir?

She gestures to the leather briefcase in his hands. The briefcase is black and ornately patterned. The initials "C.M" are seen on one side.

MANDEL

Oh no, I'm fine, thank you. Just show me to my seat.

She obliges. We see the inside of the restaurant - a Kaiseki place, considered high-end in Japan. The owner appears to have forgone a more modern style of decoration in exchange for a wall lined with old hunting rifles and swords. The kitchen can be seen from within the restaurant, several guns hung over the wall above the oven. The establishment is filled with guards … new to the place, based on their expressions. Otherwise, the place is empty. MANDEL is lead to a small private room off one side of the restaurant.

The private room is separated from the rest of the establishment by a sliding screen door and contains a POSH MAN and his BUTLER. The POSH MAN speaks to MANDEL, in SUBTITLED FRENCH.

POSH MAN

Ah … you are James Mandel, no? Please, sit down. Would you prefer we converse in English? Japanese?

MANDEL sits down. He replies in ENGLISH.

MANDEL

I'll speak the kings if I could.

POSH MAN

You do a better job as a posh brit than me.

MANDEL stares at him before the POSH MAN laughs. MANDEL laughs, unsure of himself

Ah! Je suis desole! I have yet to formally introduce myself in person. I am Eugene Belanger - as you know, and you are of course the lovely James Mandel. I believe you were here to discuss a proposition?

MANDEL

That is correct. I hear that you are implicated in the trade of … the magical, the unusual, the anomalous - Whatever you wish to call it.

BELANGER

Precisely so! I represent a company known as Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. I'm sure you'd know who they are, given your implication in a previous scandal involving them - don't you think?

MANDEL shifts in his seat. BELANGER tries to catch his eye, but he looks at the floor.

MANDEL

Yes … ahem … I was falsely accused of being a member of the Ermin Eight. As a socialite like you, I naturally appear at a variety of events. The Eight were so prevalent back around '98 and '99 it's inevitable that I would have crossed into one of their shenanigans eventually. Eventually, the numbskull who put the charges in dropped them - no evidence, you know the deal.

BELANGER

I do. I saw an article on the whole affair while looking into you - basic background checks, the like. My methods … have been, er … how do I put it, unpopular with some people. I could not of course sell my lovely products if one poor soul came to me with a bomb or a gun and killed me. Perhaps I could figure out a way, even then, but it would be a massive inconvenience nonetheless. So I don't let that happen - no, I check and I look into everyone I meet - everyone.

MANDEL is silent.

Do you understand why I look for these things?

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DATE: 05 Jun 2021 20:19

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a standard foundation humanoid containment chamber.

Description:
SCP-XXXX is a 7'1 meter high docile humanoid capable of shifting Narratives and defining Consensus and the Status Quo. SCP-XXXX was recovered in a Office of ██████████ in Bismarck, North Dakota. SCP-XXXX is generally amicable with the Foundation.
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DATE: 05 Jun 2021 19:16
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Item #: SCP-7824

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7824 not contained yet, any information about the object location must be reported to the MTF-████ Commander. SCP-7824 must be delivered to the site-██ immediately after finding them location.

Description: SCP-7824 is a leg trainer, which teleporting to random fat person at the random time (~1-██ years). SCP-7824 causes nightmares where it usually damage his owner. All effects of SCP-7824 not yet been researched. SCP-7824 often causes psychical diseases like OCD or Depression.

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DATE: 05 Jun 2021 19:07

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SCP-XXXX, initial discovery image.

Special Containment Procedures: Due to its current location, SCP-XXXX cannot be contained by standard means. SCP-XXXX is to be monitored at all times for changes in its course and speed.

SCP-XXXX-1 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell with one (1) Scranton Reality Anchor attached on low settings. Four guards are to be present outside the cell at all times. Subject is to be supplied with books and writing implements. Any media supplied to SCP-XXXX-1 must not contain any depictions of war, famine, natural or man-made disasters, or depict human suffering in general. SCP-XXXX-1 is to receive trauma therapy by on-site personnel on a weekly basis.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a large, organic entity currently located in a low-earth orbit and moving at a velocity of 150 km/h. It measures 400m x 630m x 450m. The entity is of a pale-yellow coloration. Several vestigial limbs and outgrowths have been observed to continuously appear on its surface, disintegrating within minutes. SCP-XXXX’s primary anomalous property is extradimensional teleportation. Approximately 74 mechanical devices of varying sizes, indicated to be paratechnological in nature, have been inserted into SCP-XXXX's surface. The purpose of these machines remains unknown, although personnel have theorized that they might be used to project SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties onto planetary surfaces.

SCP-XXXX is surrounded by a semi-permeable field approximately 19 meters in thickness, where Hume levels are in constant flux, never going below 2.7. Due to this field, attempts at advanced forms of observation, including unmanned explorations and DNA sampling have proven ineffective. All information regarding SCP-XXXX is thus limited to visual observation, and intel provided by SCP-XXXX-1. It is unknown at present whether SCP-XXXX is sentient.

SCP-XXXX-1 appears to be a 34 year old Filipino-American female, 1.78 m in height. Subject is muscular, but dishevelled. SCP-XXXX-1 is a Class-M reality bender. Its inherent anomalous property is theorised to manifest as a gravitational anomaly. Details on the natural extent and severity of its anomalous condition has been determined to be near-impossible to ascertain with our current level of technology. Numerous anomalous modifications have been applied to SCP-XXXX-1’s anatomy, both to allow control of its properties, as well as protect against other anomalous phenomena and increase general resilience. These modifications include:

  • Sophonite Coils integrated into the arms, to localise SCP-XXXX-1’s properties to its hands and allow it to control range and intensity. This has granted SCP-XXXX-1 a form of telekinesis. Since sophonite coiling only exists as a hypothetical technology at present, it is believed that an advanced Foundation-analogue provided it to SCP-XXXX-1;
  • Nanotechnologically enhanced blood filtration system, to protect from biological and chemical weaponry, including amnestics/mnestics in all forms. Subject has noted that activation of this system causes tremendous amounts of pain;
  • Sixteen external augmentations to the brain’s left hemisphere, brain stem, and spinal nerves, to boost computation, memory, reflexes; these also serve as secondary management to overall performance of enhancements;
  • Enhanced musculature, to survive long periods of dehydration and starvation;
  • Enhanced bone structure;
  • A 2x3x3 cm ovular paratechnological device implanted inside the brain, that (theoretically) serves as the core processing and management unit of SCP-XXXX-1’s overall enhancements. CT scans of subject’s brain have [REDACTED] signature. Research into this finding and the working of the device are ongoing.

In addition to these modifications, SCP-XXXX-1 has displayed extensive combat and espionage training. The combined result makes SCP-XXXX-1 an extremely lethal and efficient field operative, with a skillset specifically cultivated towards waging asymmetric-warfare against governments, organisations, and anomalous agencies, including the Foundation.

SCP-XXXX-1 has confirmed it was transported to our universe by SCP-XXXX. Due to its past experiences with alternate Foundation analogues, SCP-XXXX-1 has in-depth knowledge about the Foundation’s inner workings, including the names of several key researchers, protocols, and [REDACTED]. As such, due to SCP-XXXX-1’s manipulative tendencies, and its skill at doing so, any information relayed by it must be reported to Level 4 researchers for documentation Any information relayed by SCP-XXXX-1 must be acted upon immediately, along with appropriate countermeasures in case of its deceptiveness (See Interview-SCP-XXXX-1-Log-3).

Discovery: SCP-XXXX was first discovered on 22/07/20██ by amateur astronomy photographers in Leh, India. Pictures of the region of sky where SCP-XXXX was visible in were posted on several photography sites, garnering a considerable public following. Foundation personnel in local observatories soon determined the object’s anomalous nature and the pictures were taken down. It is unknown exactly when SCP-XXXX manifested in our universe, but an estimate of 8 days before the first images circulated has been proposed. A Foundation satellite was redirected towards SCP-XXXX for data collection, but was destroyed by the entity's Hume field. Further mission plans are in discussion.

11 days after SCP-XXXX’s discovery, ██ political leaders around the world were assassinated during public appearances, primarily by an anomalously explosive compression of the cranium. The Foundation was soon contacted, and experimental algorithms were used to predict a set of the attacker’s next possible targets. Foundation personnel were stationed in these locations.

SCP-XXXX-1 was captured during an appearance of French president [REDACTED], when SRAs set up around the perimeter were used to neutralise its abilities. SCP-XXXX-1 incapacitated 7 MTF members before abruptly going prone and surrendering.

SCP-XXXX-1’s attacks were a direct threat to the Veil. In subsequent weeks, substantial resources were diverted to suppress the resultant fallout (mass hysteria being the foremost danger), both by the Foundation and the GOC. A cover up story of drug induced spontaneous head injury was circulated, with matching false evidence also placed in the personal belongings of those deceased. Efforts at permanent suppression of this threat to normalcy are ongoing, and have been difficult to realise, due to several more cases of SCP-XXXX-1’s attacks turning up after its capture.

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:
The object must be kept in a ventilated containment chamber constructed out of nonflammable materials with a low heat conductivity. The object's containment chamber must be kept submerged and the water cycled out twice daily to prevent the object from reaching too high of a temperature. The object's chamber should also be kept near an appropriate source of water.

Once every seventy two hours a gallon of water is to be dumped onto the object by two D-class personnel wearing thermal protective suits capable of blocking any amount of heat produced by the object. No other personnel should enter the containment chamber under any circumstances except a current containment breach caused by the object itself in which D-class personnel may not be available to extinguish the object.

The interior of the chamber's ambient temperature must be constantly monitored and the object extinguished immediately if the the temperature ever rises above thirty six degrees Celcius.

SCP-XXXX must never be extinguished by any means other than water. If SCP-XXXX is extinguished by any means other than water, then a containment breach is to be announced and the site evacuated until an available MTF team arrives and properly extinguishes the object.

Under no circumstances are any flammable substances to be placed near or into the object. Any person caught doing so will be demoted to D-class personnel or terminated. If this does happen then a containment breach is to be announced with the same procedure as above.

Anyone found close to the object staring directly at it are to be immediately removed and given a psychological evaluation followed by three days quarantine if so deemed necessary.

Description:
SCP-XXXX is a campfire made from four 30.5 centimeter long logs of an indeterminate species of tree placed into a slanted crisscross shaped similarly to a hashtag symbol. The flames of the object burn a bright red color and approximately 31 centimeters high under normal circumstances.

The logs of the object appear to be freshly cut and show no signs of damage caused by the constant burning. The logs are impossible to pull apart or damage through any means currently known.

The object normally burns at a temperature of approximately twenty eight degrees Celcius with a range of thermal radiation approximately one meter in diameter.

When in its burning state the object infinitely creates energy in the form of heat. The heat created by the object does not become absorbed by objects with a low heat conductivity, rather the heat is destroyed instead of transferring into potential energy. The object's primary anomalous effect manifests when a human absorbs the heat.

The human subject will undergo a series of symptoms until either taken out of the range of SCP-XXXX's thermal radiation or having experienced fifty seconds of exposure.

First the affected subject will report mildly intense euphoria and feelings of calm nature. After three seconds of exposure the subject will experience a mild feeling of safety. After six seconds the subject will have a difficulty averting their eyes will begin to loose any immediate desire to leave the range of thermal radiation of SCP-XXXX. After nine seconds the subject will have no willingness to leave the range of thermal radiation and will respond violently to any attempt to remove them from the object.

After twenty seconds of exposure the subject will experience flashbacks of fire related memories regardless of whether the memories have been forgotten or even if the memories are considered positive to the subject. Once these flashbacks manifest the subject will be incapable of leaving the object or averting their gaze from the object of their own free will.

After thirty seconds of exposure the subject will experience a growing intensity of heat in their chest cavity. After forty seconds of exposure the subject will exhibit symptoms of extreme dehydration and heat exhaustion, but the subject will be incapable of leaving or looking away from the object despite a possible growing feeling of panic or concern. After fifty seconds of exposure the subject will show forth degree burns followed by catching fire and spontaneously combusting. Any final remains of subject after sixty seconds of exposure will catch fire and burn until nothing remains but ash and dust.

SCP-XXXX's flame can only be safely extinguished by water. After being extinguished by water the fire will reignite after three hours if the logs are not submerged in water. If the logs are submerged in water for twenty four hours then the logs will increase in temperature until the water it is submerged in evaporates. The rate of temperature increase is unpredictable and containment concerning keeping the logs submerged in water was no longer recommended after incident-XXXX-1 in which the logs melted through the metal floor of a transport vehicle.

SCP-XXXX's secondary anomalous effect manifests when extinguished by any method other than water or exposed to flammable material. When extinguished by any method other than water, the object reignites five seconds later and the flame's size, temperature, and range of thermal radiation will begin to rapidly increase. During this event, the heat produced by the object will be capable of passing through most solid objects. This event can only be halted by extinguishing it with water. Although this event slows down if the object makes contact with a large source of water and the object can only increase in temperature.

If the object is allowed to instantly incinerate any flammable material it is exposed to then an event identical to above will occur with the exception of the event being three times as severe as normal.

Addendum:
The object was discovered in [Redacted] National Forest in [Redacted]. The object was found near a campsite submerged in a small puddle of unknown material following a routine investigation of a possible anomaly stemming from a series of [Redacted] missing people in the same area.

Upon being removed from the unknown material the object immediately ignited and the subjected to its effect the entirety of the team except for Field Researcher [Redacted] who saved the life of two other personnel on the recovery team.

The researcher contacted site-[Redacted] and MTF Epsilon-9 (AKA "Fire Eaters") was sent to assist with containment of the object.

The Mobile Task Force found the remainder of the team under effect of the object and immediately removed them from the area and extinguished the object. The Remainder of the team reported that they were attempting to remove the others from the object and were unable to do so when they all [Redacted] causing them to loose concentration on helping their teammates and causing them to fall under the object's effect.
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"You've got to be <i>kidding</i> me!"
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<div class="rstory">
"I'm not kidding you, Marion. You know the policy. Any Foundation employee who demonstrates an innate antimemetic ability shall be offered the opportunity to transfer into the Antimemetics Division."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Oh, come on! That's a horseshit policy and you know it! Antimemetics isn't like other units. We're talking PhDs, veteran operators, and gifted students that the Foundation has been following from infancy. Top people! According to the file, Park was recruited through the mothball program and barely made it though Level-0 orientation. No specialized training, no credentials, no discernible talents of any kind. He's a.. boob. Putting him on the roster is a threat to the whole team."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
O-4 Walker stared at her blankly for a moment.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"How many staff members is the division supposed to be comprised of?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
She sighed.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"According to the last cold storage audit.. minimum four hundred and fifty personnel. Plus or minus a hundred to account for cognitive drift."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"And how many do you have right now?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Thirty nine."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Well, then I don't think there's anything more to say about the issue."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Walker flipped a switch on the little speakerbox on his desk.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Please send in Mr. Park now."
</div>

<hr />

<div class="rstory">
Jae Park sat alone in the crowded Site 49 cafeteria, eating a small cup of noodles he'd prepared himself from a personal electric kettle, just as he'd done every day for the past two and a half years.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Hey, worm guy!"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
He looked up and gave the best smile-and-nod he could muster at the two lab-coated jocks who were already walking away from him.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park studied the worms. They were the first antimemetic anomalies discovered by the division after its initial conception in the early 1970s. Tiny, flatbodied infovores which fed on dead and decaying information. Wherever there is information, there are the worms - which means they're everywhere. On nearly every square meter of Planet Earth, there are thousands of them, devouring data and digesting it into the great black beyond of forgetting.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
It was only during the first great explosion of mnestic pharmacopoeia in the mid seventies that Foundation researchers were able to identify and study the pervasive little saprophytes. Initially, this was seen as a work of great importance, but as the division soon discovered greater and greater antimemetic threats - camouflauged mind-predators, virulent cognitotraps, wide-area amnesic terror-devices, that sort of thing - the worms quickly fell out of the spotlight. They were uninteresting, unimportant, and most significantly, they posed absolutely no threat to human life and society.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Which is exactly why they were assigned to Park.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Technically, his job was "Senior Biological and Genetic Antimemetics Researcher", but everybody just called him the "Worm Guy." Even though most of the researchers at Site 49 weren't even cleared to know about the existence of the antimemetics division, let alone the worms themselves, they still knew him as the worm guy.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park had absolutely no formal training in biology, and, in fact, no formal scientific or academic training whatsoever, aside from his correspondence degree in computer systems and network administration. Still, he was competent enough to keep his job. His one and only skill was knowing how to find things out when he needed to, even if he immediately forgot what he had just learned once the task before him was completed, despite the low-powered mnestic pills he was required to take in order to perform his duties in the antimemetic division.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
This, it turned out, was a blessing. Many ambitious young researchers from top universities and secret government laboratories had joined Antimemetics over the years, but none of them seemed to last very long. So much so that the constantly fluctuating size of the division had become a grim joke amongst the rank-and-file, with small blames often laid at the feet of colleagues who may-or-may-not have ever existed. "Who was supposed to make the next pot of coffee?" "Oh, it was Smith's turn, don't you remember?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Specialized and classified knowledge is like catnip to vampiric infopredators. Whereas the worms can feed on any garden-variety raw information source, higher order threats need the kind of densely packed, highly organized knowledge that only resides in the heads of those who had spent years in advanced graduate degree programs. Time and time again, a plucky young specialist would arrive, an uncontained SCP would sniff them out, and by the end of the month there'd be no trace that they ever existed, save for the person-shaped hole they'd leave behind in the bureaucratic minutiae.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
And so it was that Jae Park, with his complete lack of any specialized talents, skills or knowledge, became one of the division's longest-tenured and least-important employees.
</div>

<hr />

<div class="rstory">
With lunch devoured, he sat down at his bench station. On a normal day, he might find some excuse to saunter the halls for a solid half hour before returning to work, but today, he was expecting a significant result.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
For all of the jokes and snickering behind his back, he had, in fact, achieved some minor success in the field of worm studies. He had been the first to describe their brief lifecycle, from egg to larvae to adult in a 48 hour window. He had figured out what they did and did not like to eat. They particularly enjoyed the brain matter of sacrificed lab mice, which was very convenient given the Foundation's inexhaustible supply of the poor doomed things. He had described their remarkable tolerances to heat, cold, magnetic fields, electrical currents, vacuum, and sources of nuclear particle radiation. Though they were able to tolerate immense amounts of the stuff, they could not feed on it. An isolated worm, placed in a small box with a light blinking out the pages of the <i>Encyclopedia Britannica</i> will feast and become plump. A worm placed in a the same box with a light blinking out a radiographically generated random noise will quickly wither and die.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
In his heart, Park was a skeptic. This was a rare trait in the Foundation, where the mandate to secure, contain and protect all sorts of reality-defying anomalies eventually led even the most hardened cynics to believe in some kind of mystical force or another. In the end, they all drank the Kool-Aid, particularly those with prolonged exposure to SCP-22742, who developed such an unquenchable thirst for liquid sugar that they lapsed into diabetic coma.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
But to Park, all anomalies were simply scientific phenomena which hadn't been properly explained yet. There were no "ghosties", only corporeal entities made of non-Baryonic matter. There were no invisible monsters, only species which absorbed and reflected light that didn't register to the finely tuned and highly specific receptors of human beings. And it turns out a that a lot of supposedly telekinetic SCPs didn't fare too well in a vacuum, where their ultrasonic emissions couldn't propagate. Pointing out this sort of thing doesn't make a person popular inside the Foundation, but Park didn't care. It was simply how he thought things should be done.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
In that spirit, he fired up his NexQTek Genetic Sequencer. Although at first he had absolutely no understanding of the device, over time, he had learned the various ins and outs just well enough to become useful with it, though he still constantly needed to reference the internal Foundation wiki, which was actually quite well maintained due to the vigilant moderation staff and supportive user community.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
On occasion, when he was unable to find out how to do something via a tutorial, he would directly contact Devon McLare, the reclusive founder and principle architect of NexQTek, and would usually receive a lengthy and illustrative reply. Over time, the two had even developed a friendly correspondence, discussing their shared thoughts on scientific philosophy and industry, though even when asked, Park never elaborated on why he needed to make such obscure modifications to the machine.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Though his main focus was, of course, the worms, he was usually wrangled into handling the genetic survey of any antimemetic SCP which took physical form. We've recovered a slice of pitch-black sclera, give it to Park. A stray finger, here you go, Park. I've just pulled this massive serrated fang out of the back of my neck, see what you can make of it, Park.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
In most cases, sequencing an SCP was merely a box-ticking exercise. Occasionally, an organism would have a completely novel genetic structure with entirely different base pairs than all other life on earth, so no result could be returned. More often, however, at least inside of Antimemetics, an organism's sequence contained no significant anomaly. A mimetic parasite rarely has need to modify the genetic code of the host, as memetic nutritional value is derived from the organization, structure and motion of knowledge, not the grey matter encoding it.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
The worms, however, were wonderful to work with. They had no novel organic chemistry, so the machine could sequence them with little modification, but the resulting sequence of any given organism was non-deterministic. Sequence a worm once, get one value. Sequence the same worm again, get a brand new value. This property was not yet explained, though Park had many theories. One was that somehow the metabolic process of informatic digestion modified the genetic code of the individual, as if it were storing a trace memory of everything it devoured. Another far more alarming theory was that the genetic code itself contained a defensive cognitohazard. That's what he was hoping to find out today.
</div>

<hr />

<div class="rstory">
First, he took a pull from the bottle of Old Grandad he kept in the back of his desk drawer. Normally, drinking on the job was a Terminable Offense at the Foundation, but the rules were different in Antimemetics. He was already subjected to such an endless assortment of mnestics and amnesiac as the situation required that a little bit of whiskey in the early afternoon wouldn't necessarily be seen as a misdemeanor, and might in some circumstances even be encouraged. Life in Antimemetics meant that sometimes, you really just didn't want to know. So much so that Park often found himself being injected with potent amnesiacs in order to make him forget things that nobody had ever bothered to tell him in the first place.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
One more slug, then he fired up his program. First, he'd run the old code, just to establish a baseline.
</div>

<div class="rstorycode">
<pre>
$ seqtools (master) > ./load_fw classic_12_0_6.bin; ./nxsec -d /dev/nxqt/gs12
NxQT GS12
Firmware GS-12.0.6
AGTT TTGA CCDD GGAA
TTGG CCGA DDTG AADC
[ ..sequence truncated.. ]
Sequence hash: e35b2de8e8eff8fad94022d285fd3ba6f49b4a53
BP count: 17,445,847,227
</pre>
</div>

<div class="rstory">
17,445,847,227 base pairs. Six times what you'd find in a human, but exactly what you'd expect in a worm.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Now, to try again with the new firmware.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
It had taken months to develop the new sequencing firmware. The software had now been formally verified, which required a considerable amount of work from the Cryptologics Division, who in particular don't like working on a problem when they can't be told what the problem is. He'd had to call in more than a few favors to get this made, which was even more impressive given his current social standing.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
To Park, it was worth it, as this formally verified firmware would, for the first time, generate a worm sequence which was provably correct. Even if the worm's genetic code was trying to trick the sequencer, this would spot it and deliver a precise result anyway.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
He loaded up the new firmware. One more slug from the bottle for good luck, then he smashed the enter key.
</div>

<div class="rstorycode">
<pre>
$ seqtools (firmware-next) > ./load_fw verified_13_0_0.bin; ./nxsec -d /dev/nxqt/gs12
NxQT GS12
Firmware SCP-13.0.0
AGTT TTGA CCDD GGAA
TTGG CCGA DDTG AADC
[ ..sequence truncated.. ]
Sequence hash: f9fc6ad071757acf70b6c822c697489646f03c51
BP count: 18,125,488,263
</pre>
</div>

<div class="rstory">
He stared in disbelief. 18,125,488,263 base pairs. The exact same number as the baseline. He scrolled back in the terminal to check again. 18,125,488,263. He looked down at his notebook. 18,125,488,263. He looked at the scroll of automatically printed computer printout. 18,125,488,263. He pulled up the security audit log of his own user account. 18,125,488,263, 18,125,488,263, 18,125,488,263.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Months of work, thousands of man hours, all for the exact same result that came from the firmware that shipped with the machine. Worst of all, gone was his chance at proving his theorized new class of antimemetic cognitohazard and forever shedding the moniker he'd grown to loathe so much. Worm guy, strikes out again. Worm guy, forever the lowest rung of the ladder. Worm guy, the forgotten member of a team full of people addicted to drugs that never let them forget anything.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
No.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
It couldn't be. It simply couldn't. There must be some variable he hadn't thought of. Something he was missing, some bigger picture. Sabotage. Conspiracy. Magic. Something. Anything! Even though the result was right there in front of him, he was simply too stubborn to accept it as true. Antimemetics training actually spend a considerable amount of time on cultivating those feelings. If you can't accept your perceived reality as true, you're probably onto something. You're also probably in danger, so pay attention to those feelings. For Park, it came naturally.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
It also meant something extremely unpleasant. It meant he had to go and see Kavendish.
</div>

<hr />

<div class="rstory">
"Doctor Kavendish, there's a Mr. Park here asking to see you. No, he doesn't have an appointment. But he seems.. all right, okay. I'll tell him. Thank you, Doctor Kavendish. Mr. Park, I've let Dr. Kavendish know that you're here. Please, just take a seat over and he'll see you as soon as he's ready."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park slumped down onto a hard plastic chair in the corner and watched the dozen or so researchers scurry around the lab.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
It wasn't always like this. There was a time not so long ago when Biology and Materials were equally obscure subdivisions of Antimemetics. The both had a similar routine, which played out over and over again: catalog anomalies when they came in, write up the reports, then spend the rest of their time working on their own pet projects. Kavendish on his antimemetic-resistant materials, and Park, of course, on his worms. They both had junior researchers working under them, but they'd all inevitably get tired of the grunt work and transfer into the field only to be forgotten about shortly thereafter.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Then all of that changed. Although he didn't know all the details, Park had heard that Kavendish had had some big breakthrough, and now there were no less than 25 researchers working under him, plus an additional hundred-odd construction workers outside, all of whom had to be amnesithized on a daily basis for security reasons, despite the inevitable delays this caused the project. Whispers around the office hinted that the 0-5's had even decided to spend a significant fraction of the Foundation's common fund on acquiring a nearby nuclear power plant, under the guise of a hostile takeover by environmentally-minded activist investors, in order to provide the vast amounts of energy that the project required.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Hey-hey-hey, Worm Guy! Long-time-no-see! Que-pasa, calabaza?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park despised Kavendish. It wasn't professional jealousy, which had no useful function inside the Foundation, but an innate personal dislike. Kavendish was handsome, well-credentialed, pompous, underhanded and undermining. It had been Kavendish who first christened him with the moniker he loathed so much. Park found it both disappointing and mildly suspicious that Kavendish, his head full of arcane scientific knowledge and bureaucratic secrets, hadn't yet been devoured by some beastly vampire of the mind.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Hello, Rick. Mind if we talk somewhere in private?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Uh-oh! Top secret worm talk! Wormspiracy! Haha, I'm just kidding. Let's go into my office. Carol, buzz me in ten, okay? I've got that meeting with the you-know-whos, later, right?" he said, touching Park's back as they shuffled into the office. There was a lot more mahogany in here than in his old office down in the basement.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"So, what can I do for you?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Well, Rick, I was hoping you could help me with a little puzzle. A little birdie told me that you've developed the ability to record information into a material which defies antimemetic interference."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Now, now, where'd you hear that? I don't think your Level-2 clearance entitles you to know anything about what goes on up here! Seems like we need to tighten up around here, it sounds like we've got a mole!", he said, tapping his nose and winking before snorting out an obnoxious laugh. "I'm just kidding, it's not like we could hide all of this hustle and bustle. I'm sure you've noticed the shaft we're digging outside, even if most of the drones around here wouldn't notice it even if they walked straight in."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"I just thought maybe you could help."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Oh, Park, don't be like that. Look, suppose we did have such a material, what would you need to record?"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"A genetic sequence. Of a worm."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
If Kavendish was drinking coffee, he would have spat it out.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Jesus, Park! I thought you were coming up here to have me check your homework, not bankrupt me! A whole sequence? Of a fucking worm? Do you have any idea how much time and energy that would.. look, Park, I like you, you're a nice guy, but let's be serious here for a second. We're working on important stuff up here. Fate-of-the-human-race type stuff. We don't have the capacity to halt everything for your little science fair project. Maybe after we've completed phase 4, we can loan you the prototype, but even then, the throughput is-"
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"-Doctor Kavendish, your appointment. On the thirtieth floor."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
"Ah, shit. Look, Park, it's been great catching up with you, and I've really gotta run. If there's anything else I can do for you, please, please, don't hesitate to ask my secretary. Okay? Great. Great."
</div>

<div class="rstory">
And like that, he was gone.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park looked around the room for a moment. The meeting was unpleasant, but not quite as unpleasant as he anticipated. Besides, it was only instrumental.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
He slowly circled around the desk and fingered the knob of the top drawer. He let out a loud cough as he yanked it open, and then felt silly, as it gently glided open without even a squeak. He dug around before pulling out a small, orange bottle. He twisted open the top, poured out a handful of the little green pills inside and put them in his pocket before slowly rolling the drawer back into place.
</div>

<hr />

<div class="rstory">
Though Park was a night-owl, he rarely stayed at Site 49 after dark. Even though it was a "Safe Site", he found the Foundation to be quite liberal with its classifications, and the occasional screams which echoed throughout the empty halls affirmed his finding. Tonight, he was willing to take the risks.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Class-Y mnestics were very different beasts than the usual, milder ones he was require to take on a daily basis. The effects of those were essentially unnoticeable - you'd simply remember things that you'd otherwise forget, either by normal human inattentiveness, or from the amnesiac effects of SCP exposure. Class-Ys, on the other hand, made you remember <i>everything</i>, all at once, even all of the sensations that would never normally bubble up to conscious thought. The texture of your clothes on your skin, the way your glasses split light into distinct colors at the edge of your vision, the thoughts of being aware of your own memories - all the sensations were all magnified and experienced simultaneously, and forever buried deep into your amygdala, where they could be recalled in the same level of detail from then on, or at least until a Class-Y amnesiac was introduced to destroy them, which was a far less pleasant experience.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park took two of them from his pocket, crushed them between his teeth, and let them melt under his tongue for a few seconds before washing them down with a swig of beer.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
All right, he thought, this stuff is coming up fast, maybe I shouldn't have taken two, oh well, too late now, terminal terminal terminal, click clack click, the air is cold in here, turn on the sequencer, click, echo echo echo, check the sample, oh boy that's a big one, the skin is so shiny, what if we cast its shadow on the wall, then sent a broadcast of the shadow via telefeed, no time for that, should have worn clean underwear, don't think about your underwear, don't think about not thinking about your underwear, now you'll have to remember that forever, don't think about thinking about that either, loops waste time, load the new firmware, I can see why they don't let the Level-2s take these, bastard Kavendish, start the sequence, since when does he get a secretary, is she Level-3 too, check the command, looks good, cursor blink blink blink, looks good, beer, ohmygod bubbles, malt, hops, spice, burn, spine, eyeballs, teeth, skin, eyelids, WOMEN, absolutely no time for that, what the fuck is Kavendish up to anyway, don't be a coward, press the button, press the button, press the button, clack, fan noise, warm air, skin, teeth, all alone in a scary lab at night, why is this taking so long, smug asshole Kavendish, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine percent, ding.

<div class="rstorycode">
<pre>
$ seqtools (firmware-next) > ./load_fw verified_13_0_0.bin; ./nxsec -d /dev/nxqt/gs12
NxQT GS12
Firmware SCP-13.0.0
ACTG GGGG <[[%%BOF
XCP 8EFF8DDE948F [.. ]
[ ..sequence truncated.. ]
DEL AA8FB68FFFF [.. ]
%%EOF]]>
Sequence hash: 74b3e0c632a08bc94600a233832abfdfd6f4aa1f
BP count: 342,258,535,972,220
</pre>
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Blink. Blink. Blink.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Three hundred and fourty two trillion, two hundred and fifty eight billion, five hundred and thirty five million, nine hundred and seventy two thousand, two hundred and twenty basepairs.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
I've been off by a thousand orders of magnitude.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Breathe.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Get a pen. You don't need a pen, you're never going to be able to forget that number. It's wearing off. Keep going. Okay. So what have we learned here. Worm DNA is itself antimemetic. Why? Don't know. How? Well, let's take a look. Scroll, scroll. These isn't doesn't look like any sequence I've seen before. Have we? Absolutely not. This is something entirely different. This looks like.. machine code! Two hundred and fifty six bit registers. What the fuck. What the absolute fuck. Why is there very large, very inscrutable computer program hidden inside the extremely well hidden, cognitively-camouflaged DNA of a useless little worm that nobody except me cares about? It's fading fast. Finish the job. Can't see the sequence anymore. Hurry up. Finish the job.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
Park took out his phone, bought the plane ticket, then passed out on the bench.
</div>

<div class="rstory">
<b>Continued in..</b>
</div>

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SCP-XXXX seen alongside plain clothes Foundation staff for scale.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be monitored continuously. All noise is to be reduced to minimal levels. Communication is not to be attempted unless SCP-XXXX is the first to do so. An exclusion zone of one hundred yards is and will be maintained until further notice. It is forbidden to make any requests of SCP-XXXX to have it move any part of its body to any degree. Furthermore, SCP-XXXX is defined as Gladstone and as such, the UK Government will take primary control of XXXX with The Foundation's inclusion to be considered on a case by case basis.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a dragon eye that appears as a hemispherical rock formation located in the Hall of Giants stone mine in Lancashire, England. Once every 32 months, SCP-XXXX undergoes a Winking Event. During this time, XXXX will open fully for 16 hours before closing. It is unknown when or where SCP-XXXX came from as it does not remember any of these events or refused to say.

Hall of Giants: Report (07/09/1987 - 15/10/1988)

Research lead: King, Jackson

Research Aide: Holbrook, Lisa

Affiliation: Her Majesty's Government

Subject: SCP-XXXX

  • Discovery-13:16 Reporting, Jackson King, and my ever-attentive aide Lisa Holbrook. We have located an anomaly, location Hall of Giants, Lancashire, England. Its general appearance is that of a rock formation. A noticeable heat signature is being detected—no signs of movement or related audio. I will keep you posted.
  • Winking Event-15:18 Reporting, Lisa Holbrook. The anomaly has opened. A large eye of reptilian persuasion, red iris and yellow sclera. I think it is looking at me. It can see me. I am going to attempt to communicate with the anomaly.

Holbrook: <She steps towards SCP-XXXX and raises a hand.> Hello?… Greetings, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am…

SP-XXXX: < an intense and muffled sound reverberates off the cave walls.> Who are you to address me as such, know your place!

Holbrook: <Stands still and bows her head.> I'm sorry…

SCP-XXXX: <The cave shakes, and smaller rocks come loose.> Quiet!

Holbrook: <Remains standing, this time without making a sound.>

SCP-XXXX: You will speak when spoken to, Do I make myself clear?

Holbrook: Yes, sir, very clear

SCP-XXXX: <Its eyelid closes halfway> Now. When am I?

Holbrook: You are in the year, nineteen-eighty-seven sir.

SCP-XXXX: Time has passed me by as it seems, I know not when I last awoke. I shall permit you to a single question.

Holbrook: Thank you, sir, I would like to know who you are sir?

SCP-XXXX: <The anomalies eye opens wide.> You insolent worm! You build, live, feast, fight, fuck and die on my back! Furthermore, you have the gall to ask me who I am! How dare you!

[Post] Winking Event-15:35 Reporting, Lisa Holbrook, I was able to engage the anomaly in conversation, though it went sour, and the anomaly closed its eye again. I am in a strong belief that the anomaly has gone to sleep. I will update as things develop.

Conclusion 1-A: In a similar vein to SCP-1193, it is impossible to gauge the total size of SCP-XXXX fully. We do not think that the anomaly is just the eye, but at the same time, we cannot confirm there is more to SCP-XXXX as any heat signatures outside of the 'eye' portion do not register, at least on our present technology.

Hall of Giants: Report (15/06/1991 - 15/02/1994)

Research lead: King, Jackson

Research Aide: Holbrook, Lisa

Affiliation: Her Majesty's Government

Subject: SCP-XXXX

  • Winking Event-16:12 Reporting, King, Jackson. The anomaly has opened its eye to a partial extent. I will stand by and wait for communication to be initiated.
  • Winking Event-16:24 The anomaly has fully opened its eye, the pupil is moving, thus showing signs of lucidness. It seems to have noticed me. Its pupil follows my movements.

SCP-XXXX: who are you? Where is the other one? The one I spoke to last time? Speak damn you!

King: You must mean my assistant Miss Holbrook, she is currently not here, I am afraid. I have some questions if you would not mind answering them?

SCP-XXXX: <The anomaly is quiet for a little over a minute> Fine. Ask your forsaken questions!

King: Thank you. My first question, What is your name, sir?

SCP-XXXX Aerouant, you will address me as such. Undertsand!

King: Yes Aerouant, I understand, now on to my second question, well more of a request, may you please move your tail provided you do have one, just a little bit if you do not mind?

SCP-XXXX: Is that all? <Jackson gives a nod of confirmation> Very well…

[Post] Winking Event-16:34 Interview was cut short as an earthquake in Norfolk, localised around the area of Norwich, the times between this event and the anomaly moving its tail gives a good indication of the size of Aerouant, which is roughly 284.11 km in length this does not account for wingspan, general body and head size and the tail may still be longer. Will no longer pursue requests to make Aerouant move.

Conclusion 1-B: SCP-XXXX's flesh, namely the eyelid, has gone through rigorous petrification, leaving the eyeball as the only visible fleshy part of its body. The tail was purportedly able to move freely, suggesting the petrification has not affected the larger parts of SCP-XXXX's body.

Hall of Giants: Report (15/10/1996 - 15/06/1999)

Research lead: Roberts, Kathleen

Research Aide: Marshall, Spencer

Affiliation: SCP Foundation, Site-32

Subject: SCP-XXXX

  • Winking Event-09:08 [Static Camera Footage] <The eye of SCP-XXXX opens and scans the room, the eye dilates, and the eyelid shifts downward as it notices the cavern is empty, the eye winks twice, the cavern undergoes a seismic activity, and SCP-XXXX begins speaking.>

SCP-XXXX: Nobody here? Where are you? The one named Holbrook? Show yourselves, damn it? I demand a response!

  • Winking Event-09:10 [Static Camera Footage] <After receiving no response, the eyelid of SCP-XXXX closes to less than halfway and remains like this for 18 minutes, upon which both attending researchers enter the cavern.>

Marshall, Spencer: I'm telling you, Kathy, you should consider trying for Site Director, you would nail it for sure.

Roberts, Kathleen: Spencer, I've already said I'll consider it, but there is no way to know for certain if I'll even be chosen, you know that Spence.

SCP-XXXX: Where have you been, insolent maggots, you invade my sanctum set up your rubbish and abandon me!

Roberts, Kathleen: <Kathleen approaches SCP-XXXX and raises her hand.> Quiet. <She then turns to Spencer.> Spencer, please start recording.

SCP-XXXX: <SCP-XXXX's eye goes wide, and the pupil dilates heavily.>

Marshall, Spencer: Right away. <Spencer picks up a voice recorder> This Kathleen Roberts and Spencer Marshall, Hall of Giant's Lancashire, England, recording conversation with SCP-XXXX. <Spencer gives Kathleen a thumbs up.>

Roberts, Kathleen: Aerouant was it? I expect you know the procedure by now. So, Aerouant, to the best of your ability, how long have you been here?

SCP-XXXX: You damn insufferable ape creatures, always asking your questions, but you do give me company, even if it is for but a moment.

Aerouant's full answer.

Roberts, Kathleen: Thank you, Aerouant, that was most helpful, I do not have any other questions.

Marshall, Spencer: What do you want to do once this Winking Event has concluded, I was thinking of getting a bite to eat before we head back, you in Kath?

SCP-XXXX: Is that all am I to you! Something to ask questions, then ignore! Scum! That's what you are!

Roberts, Kathleen: Sounds good Spence, though you are paying, you know that right?

[Post] Winking Event-12:00 SCP-XXXX closed its eye shortly after its outburst. I would request that all further communications with SCP-XXXX are done so with its feelings in mind. It would be best not to anger SCP-XXXX as there is no way of knowing how harmful any volatile movements could be. Not to mention the worst-case scenario of SCP-XXXX trying to reposition it's self entirely

Conclusion 1-C: Recoding equipment situated above the Hall of Giants detected no noticeable sound waves during SCP-XXXX's vocalisations before agents Roberts and Marshall entered the Hall of Giants.


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