Binary Box

This is a collection of deleted SCPs I have for the sake of archiving.
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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-1 and -2 are contained in the media wing of Site-27. SCP-XXXX-2 is to be kept within 5 meters of SCP-XXXX-1 at all times.

Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is a yellow Weltron 2001 radio manufactured during the 1970s. The power cord is missing, and the dials and tape slot are non-functional. At seemingly random intervals, SCP-XXXX-1 broadcasts music, usually that from the 1980s. To date, SCP-XXXX-1 has never broadcasted music released after 05/08/2004.

Beginning on 12/06/2007, SCP-XXXX-1 began combining different songs to form semi-coherent sentences, which led to its reclassification from Anomalous to Safe. While SCP-XXXX-1 has demonstrated awareness of its surroundings, it has been unresponsive to communication attempts.


SCP-XXXX-2's display on 09/13/2008.

SCP-XXXX-2 is a red JVC VideoSphere television manufactured during the 1970s. The power cord is missing, and the dials are non-functional. When in close proximity to SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2 plays seemingly random segments of video, the most common being from the official music videos for "The War Song" by Culture Club and "Weapon of Choice" by Fatboy Slim, as well as scenes from the 1997 film, The Game.

Both objects were recovered from the defunct ██████ Recording Studios located in New York City, New York, on 11/16/2004. No further anomalous activity has been observed from the location.

Addendum XXXX-01: Partial log of notable SCP-XXXX-1 transmissions.

Hello cruel world
So this is you
Bad and beautiful and strange
Monkeys dancing in a cage
But what the hell
It might as well be you that I wake up to tomorrow

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
My only dream was to be a musician
Nobody ever said life was free
Then if you got it, you don't want it
Seems to be the rule of thumb
I can't remember what I used to know
I awoke the moment I was told
Push me back, now, let me go
Into a dream again

Man is far behind in the search of something new
Like a Philistine, we're burning witches too
Trying to make some sense of it all
But I can see it makes no sense at all
What's mine's my own, I won't give it to you
No matter what you say, no matter what you do
Oh, we got to let the music play
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Watch me clinging to the beat
I had to fight to make it mine

Why don't we just admit it's all over
Something went wrong
I made a deal with the devil for an empty I.O.U.
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
You hear the playback and it seems so long ago
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
And there's nothing I can do

Oh, trapped in a box, I'm not alone
I know of others with a box as their home
We all make mistakes
And I've just made my worst

And then, there was this guy who
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
And when he finally came to
Trapped in a box of tremendous size
Got a screen for a window about two feet wide
My mind rides and slides as my circuits are fried
No room for thought, use the box as my guide
He couldn't quite explain it
I know I did something
There's no recollection
What happened?

Must the show go on?
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old, is it too late?
Where has the feeling gone?
Will I remember the songs?

The show must go on

Following this, SCP-XXXX-1 resumed broadcasting unedited music.