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You sit at in your small station, with only a days amount of food left. you watch the calendar dating to 2012 /12 / 12 with the 12th1 circled. You grab a picture of your family from a nearby storage container. you begin to wonder, why did this have to happen? Tears begin dripping down your face and patter on the frame. You sniffle and begin to head down the empty hallways. wires on the floor and empty food cans all over the floor. Make-do plant growing pots, filled with failed crops. papers and files all over the place. with tainted foundation logos here and there. Slowly You place your hand into the locker, taking a paper and a small radio. You write something on the paper and head down to the airlocks.
You look at the amount of fresh air left, 10 minutes. Slowly you put on your suit, its white piercing the gray of your station and its foundation badge poorly worn with time. you slowly you step to the edge, of the airlock with a paper and radio in hand. slowly you step to outside. Shattered rock flies centimeters from you. you are startled by quickly calm down, you climb up to the top of the station, watch its panels shattered by debris. Pieces of metal floating around and rotten animal carcasses flying every where. Rocks and Sand beat gently against you suit. you turn around to see the sun glowing as bright as it ever.
As you climb up you begin to think, why you did you stay and did not go home? Was it stupidity, luck or, something else? then as your nearly at the top little sirens flash in your suit: "warning! 4 minutes of oxygen remain recharge immediately!" You silence it, and continue climbing. You flash to times back on earth, your wife, children friends and family. you recall multiple events gaining a diploma, meeting your wife, and your first sight of your child. You smile as you reach the top. Then you feel a sudden shudder coming from underneath, you look down to see a hole punctured in your station. you look down and continue to ascend. you think about times working for the foundation, praised for your hard work, and loved by the staff. But all that ended a long time ago.
you remember the trees, the people and feeling of earth below you. but that ended a long time ago. and now you have to accept the end.
Then as reach the top and sit down on the top the radio comes to life from a silence of 7 months. it begins to play a song, one that you can barely recall.2 You smile as the earth comes into view, shattered and cracked to the core.The music continues to play as you slowly black from asphyxiation, the music slowly getting more and more quieter. your body stops moving just like every other human being. The paper in your hand slips from your hand and floats into the endless void, on the paper contains the finale thing mankind created:
Item # SCP-XXXX
Object class: Safe
Special containment procedures: due to SCP-XXXXs nature, SCP-XXXX does not require containment.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a signal that broadcasts to a last surviving individual of a sentient race. The signals frequency is 345 Hz and can be picked up by the most basic of radio technology. The signal will only broadcast if the follow requirements are positive:
- Subjects must be the last remaining member of his/her/its species
- The subject is near death from any cause.
- The subject must create a last artifact of his/her/its species.
- The subjects posses a device that can receive radio transmissions.
- The subject's race must have reached suborbital satellite technology.
If the following is true a transmission will be received by the subject displaying a song that is identical to "Dream Sweet in Sea Major" the song will continue until the subject passes. the exact origination of the signal is unknown but is speculated to from the GN-z113 galaxy. the exact motive of the broadcaster is unknown, though it is theorized that they are attempting to comfort subjects. The signal upon being heard by subjects, subjects will have a brief increase in dopamine.
The signal cannot be recorded by any audio recording devices. Attempts to record the signal, have failed due to its anomalous properties. The signal instantaneously reaches a subjects, how this occurs is unknown.
The broadcaster appears to feel remorse, as evident as the song gets slower as more and more sentient species go extinct. the broadcaster will y broadcast the song in the subjects respective language. currently the number of estimated broadcasts made are: 1,474,968,321.
Addendum-XXXX-1: The following file appeared in foundation Data base, all traces the origin of this file is nonexistent, and the author, Dr. ██████ has no recollection of writing the following file. Investigation of the files origin's is still pending.
