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Item number: xxxx
Object class: safe
Special containment procedures:
UPDATE:
SCP-XXXX has been contained for the foreseeable future. Should it begin to present a new problem, seek permission from a site director or above to change containment
Description:
SCP-XXXX is a scrambled three by three Rubik’s cube,1 capable of altering its environment within 50 metres2 of its centre. Occasionally SCP-XXXX will begin to further scramble itself, distorting the space around itself until the area is significantly altered. The affected area of a shift moves at the speed SCP-XXXX turns at and will not be affected by gravity, and the times between shifts has no clear pattern.
recovery:
SCP-XXXX was recovered in a raid of a church after the foundation received an anonymous tip that it was being used as a meeting place for anomalous artists. When the MTF entered the building, a group of roughly 30 “completely indiscernible” humans were bidding on SCP-XXXX. The following account of the incident is below.
[sound of the cube smacking the table]
Here, have the cube we got back. It’s a Rubik’s cube and it shifts the space around itself when it turns, which it does whenever the fuck it wants. The guy selling it says that ‘It can’t be destroyed and when it gets bored its area of effect will grow to 1.2 kilometres or it will explode, depending on how you contain it’, so you can’t put it anywhere near a site or city but you also can’t give it to GOC so it seems like more trouble than it’s worth, to be honest.
[sighs] so we walk into the church, try to shoot them, business as usual. But no, out guns crumble, our knives shatter, and all our other equipment becomes ineffective. Guy at the altar tells us we can only get the cube by bidding. I ask what the price for the cube is, fucker says ‘novel memories or art pieces’. Next thing I know, I’m holding this thing and I don’t remember what actually happened on half my missions. I don’t even know how valuable much of that information is, or what happened in between knowing the price and holding this, and the guys I’m in charge of don’t either.
…
Can I have mnestics for that?
[strong mnestics are administered]
…
well shit, I don’t remember what happened. Muse over that one yourselves.
