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Item #: SCP-[tbd]
Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-[tbd] is to be housed in a standard housing unit for sentient humanoid SCP's. It will be furnished with a large bed, 2.4 meters from baseboard to headboard, one steel table and chair. All furnishings are to be firmly secured to the floor. The containment entrance is to have air tight seals on both doors within an airlock. The walls of the airlock are constructed of clear bullet proof glass. The interior is to be monitored on a live feed via a camera which is situated on the North Eastern corner of the unit's ceiling. Two metal panels are installed on the Southern wall which can be remotely activated to slide aside revealing a spray nozzle embedded behind the West panel, and a suction vent behind the East panel. There must be one armed guard outside of the unit's door 24/7. Should the live feed become obstructed or otherwise inactive, Procedure [tbd] is to be be implemented immediately.
SCP-[tbd] will be supplied with lined paper and a pen which will be resupplied as requested, but no more frequently than once per 24 hours. Any pens currently in possession of SCP-[tbd] must be confiscated before a new one is resupplied.
Procedure [tbd]: The west panel on the Southern wall within SCP-[tbd]'s containment unit is remotely activated to reveal the embedded nozzle. The nozzle will release a sedative chemical gas, specifically, [REDACTED] for an interval of 10 minutes uninterrupted. After this time the panel will be remotely returned to its position. Then a team of 3 unarmed guards will enter the airlock and visually confirm that the gas has successfully filled the room, and that SCP-[tbd] has been incapacitated. At this time the west panel is to be remotely closed and the east panel opened. The suction vent will be remotely activated for 10 minutes to remove all sedative gas. The east panel will be remotely closed, and then the guards may enter the containment unit and secure SCP-[tbd] with hand and ankle cuffs. SCP-[tbd] will then be placed on the bed and strapped down while the guards repair or replace the camera. Once this is done it is possible SCP-[tbd] has regained consciousness but continues to feign unconsciousness. For this reason the guards will exit the containment and repeat the sedative release and ventilation procedure. Release must again be visually confirmed from the air lock before ventilation. The unarmed guards may again enter, remove all of SCP-[tbd]'s cuffs and straps and exit the unit. This completes Procedure [tbd].
Description: SCP-[tbd] is of a humanoid build 2.07 meters tall. It has pink skin and four eyes in two sets of two, one above the other. SCP-[tbd] has no eyebrows and 3 small yellowish bulbs on each side of its slightly elongated forehead. SCP-[tbd] is highly intelligent and claims to be of alien origin. It is considerably stronger than the average human but is not strong enough to compromise its current containment's security. It speaks Arabic, Dutch, English, French, German, Hindi, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin, Persian, Polish, Russian, Spanish, Swahili, Turkish, and Ukrainian. It may speak more but these are the languages it has admitted to knowing or has demonstrated. SCP-[tbd] has requested to be referred to as [tbd] in conversation. SCP-[tbd] was initially acquired in [REDACTED] on [REDACTED] with a leather bound notebook in its possession and other items consistent with camping and basic wilderness self sufficiency.
The content's of the notebook include various hand drawn illustrations of Earth native wild life and vegetation, as well as in depth analysis and descriptions of each.
Interview 1 Log:
Recorded on [REDACTED]
Dr. Newell: Hello, I'm Dr. Newell I've been told you understand English. Would you like to talk?
SCP-[tbd]: Sure, I think we have similar agendas.
Dr. Newell: What do you mean by that?
SCP-[tbd]: You're here to ask me some questions aren't you? You're seeking knowledge, ultimately. You want to understand those things which you do not already. I know that urge, I have it too.
Dr. Newell: You're alluding to explain what you've recorded in your journal, is that what you mean?
SCP-[tbd]: Yes. I'm simply studying. I enjoy it.
Dr. Newell: I can appreciate that. Where are you from?
SCP-[tbd]: Not here.
Dr. Newell: Could you be more specific?
SCP-[tbd]: No.
Dr. Newell: Why not?
SCP-[tbd]: I don't want to interfere with your culture. It would defeat the purpose of studying earth in its natural state.
Dr. Newell: Well you certainly don't look like you're from Earth.. Are you saying that you're from another planet, and that outright revealing the existence of extraterrestrial life to us would cause some sort of panic? Perhaps that could happen but you are not speaking to the public. This interview with me, and everything you say, is strictly classified information. There won't be a panic our culture will be just fine.
SCP-[tbd]: I'll tell you where I'm from under a few conditions. I'd like a quarter, a piece of paper, and a pen.
[Voice from the Intercom Speakers]: Do not give him any materials.
Dr. Newell: Don't worry about that, I'm his boss's boss. If you're not interested in interfering with our culture then you're probably not interested in interfering with my life either. I'll trust you not to stab me with this, but do note that there are a dozen armed men outside. Killing me is not going to help you escape.
SCP-[tbd]: Thank you doctor.
SCP-[tbd] flips the coin through the air with his thumb, catches it, places it on the back side of his left hand and then reveals it.
SCP-[tbd]: I'm from Planet Ceblo in another galaxy. I don't know what you call my galaxy.
Dr. Newell: Why did you flip the coin?
SCP-[tbd] Begins drawing a portrait of Dr. Newell on the provided piece of paper
SCP-[tbd]: Do you have any way to verify what I just told you? You don't, so what difference does it make whether or not I tell you the truth? I might as well leave it up to a coin toss. Now you've heard my answer yet you still don't know if its true. So what point was there in asking the question at all?
Dr. Newell: What point is there in lying? Are we a threat to your planet?
SCP-[tbd]: How do you know if I'm lying? I flipped a coin - maybe I told you the truth. You don't know. Again, that was my point. I have a question for you now. Can you guess why I'm drawing your picture?
Dr. Newell: I assumed that was just part of your studies, you said you enjoy that.
SCP-[tbd]: Very good. It is part of my studies. In fact, I've just discovered a new form of Sub-Human. Homo Sapiens Minor if you will, or The Stunted Man if you'd like the layman's nomenclature. At first glance it appears to be a standard human but upon closer inspection you'll find that it is more red in the face and is of much lesser intelligence than fully evolved man.
Dr. Newell: Sub-human? You're the alien here, maybe I'm more evolved than you. Maybe I'm smarter than you are, maybe we all are! We caught you afterall.
SCP-[tbd]: Ah yes you've caught me. Now I'll have all my meals brought to me on my own cozy little bed in a safe environment. How could I have been so foolish? Woe is me.
Dr. Newell: I wouldn't be so cocky you have no authority here. You get a bed if we decide you get a bed. You get to eat when we decide, if we choose to keep you alive.
SCP-[tbd] No, I think I'll get whatever I'd like. I have information to trade for it. But I won't give it to you. This is my formal request for a new interviewer. A proper, fully developed human this time please. I can tell the difference, its my job.
Dr. Newell: You'll get absolutely nothing! I call the shots! I'm in control here!
SCP-[tbd]: You've lost your temper doctor, I wonder what else you'll lose? It'd be a shame if this conversation was all recorded somehow and analysed by hundreds of other doctors. I'm sure this won't reflect poorly on you, don't think too much about it. You're a natural at that it seems.
End of Interview 1
