- Be silent
- Kafkaesque
- The Prisoner
- Well-Adjusted Man
- A Haunted House
- Archetypical Entity
- Denial of true Autonomy (working title)
- Multi-U worldbuildin
The philosopher strode towards the chamber with confidence. The researchers trailing him found this odd. If you knew what was inside, you were trepidatious in your approach. The philosopher betrayed no sign of it. In fact a keen observer would have realized his movement showed concealed excitement - he was moving slightly faster then those around him, while rigid limbs revealed concerted effort at self-control. But nobody had the space to think about such things. Everyone's attention was drawn to the object in the centre of the room whether they liked it or not.
As the party moved into the room, it was mentioned quietly that the philosopher however showed no signs of the usual internal struggle that accompanied the object. Perhaps this was due to his lack of exposure? But the effects of the object extended to any documentation about the object and the philosopher was definitely aware of it. It had been long established that trying to comprehend the object resulted in cognitive distress in the observer. That trying to force the idea of the object into someone would drive them mad.
For the researchers and scientists then, the subject of interest was not the conceptual blind spot taking up the center of the room, but the philosopher who starred into the space, unblinkingly. Without speaking the crowd began to clump together behind the thinker so he stood between them and the object. Only one remained by his side, a senior researcher who - according to the official documentation - had looked over the object for the longest.
The crowd looked to the philosopher. The philosopher looked to object.
"Marvelous."
A minute smile appeared on the philosopher. The senior researcher turned to face him in shock. In all the documented responses there was not a single a time someone reacted to the object with a sense of wonder. For the most part those unlucky enough to be nearby responded with shock, terror or anxiety. Occasionally you would get poorly disguised confusion or ennui should the observer have the professionally detached temperament that this job inevitably beat into you.
The philosopher however was instantly engaged, despite no prior documented history dealing with such phenomena.
"Simply fantastic. Words literally fail me."
"Ah. What do you mean by that, exactly?"
"Whatever this is, it is beyond my ability to reason. It cannot be understood."
"Surely we simply lack the means to test-"
"No. We are dealing with something beyond this reality. This object is not part of this universe. It is metaphysical in nature."
"How do you know?"
"Consider a Cartesian plane. Is it possible to represent an object in 3-dimensional space in this 2-dimensional plane?"
"Well if you used specific formulae that allowed you to represent each layer of the object-"
"I apologize. Let me to rephrase - if the only world you knew was a 2-dimensional plane, would you be able to even comprehend a 3-dimensioanl object? What would your senses make of such a thing?"
"It would be completely meaningless to my senses. But surely I could still comprehend such a thing logically? Surely you aren't saying this is just a multidimensional object?"
"No. I rushed my analogy and I apologize for that. When I speak of different planes of existence, I speak of different worlds of logic, not of perception. A 3-dimensional object, while initially unintelligible to a denizen of a lower plane of reality can still be understood by building off the basic underlying rules of that world.
Since we cannot understand this object I assume it must have properties."
"
1.
Object #: SCP-ZZZZ-J
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the lack of threat is poses, SCP-ZZ is currently stored at either Site-██, Area-██ or Facility-██. Since SCP-ZZ poses no threat to anyone and has no dangerous characteristics, you can be reassured that you don't need to worry or know about SCP-ZZ. The Foundation's official policy towards SCP-ZZ either general ignorance or indifference. Should you become overly curious as to SCP-ZZ's whereabouts, effects or history, please report to your nearest medical team for procedure Meta-Kaf-Fran.
Description: SCP-ZZ is a brown, nondescript cardboard rectangular box 30 cm by 25 cm. It has no identifiable features or markings. SCP-ZZ's anomalous effects manifest when you place an object inside it. The weight of all items inside SCP-ZZ is reduced by roughly 20%. SCP-ZZ's weight is similar to a cardboard box of a similar size. The material making up SCP-ZZ does not seem to be stronger then average cardboard and it is theorized that SCP-ZZ would lose its anomalous effects should the object suffer enough damage.
SCP-ZZ is in no way important. Any individuals overly interested in SCP-ZZ, what it does, why we have it or how it's protected should have Meta-Kaf-Fran performed as quickly as possible.
2.
SCP-ZZ refers to a memetic phenomenon currently occurring within the Foundation. Employees of The Foundation who are exposed to the document, SCP-ZZ-1, consistently become interested in the object described. Most employees when asked about why they are interested in SCP-ZZ-1 claim that they feel the object described in the document is not actually SCP-ZZ and that The Foundation is covering something up. (See Interview for a in-depth example of employee belief) It is currently estimated that |||| employees have been infected with SCP-ZZ.
The current treatment for SCP-ZZ infection is amnesic procedure Meta-Kaf-Fran. At this time of writing, only about | individuals have willingly submitted to Meta-Kaf-Fran. Most foundation employees see the procedure as merely more evidence that there is a deeper conspiracy behind SCP-ZZ-1 and refuse to participate. Professional memetic outbreaker monitors have been surveyed and they have concluded that at this point any changes to SCP-ZZ-1 would inflame and antagonise infected individuals. Top priority has been given to determining a solution for resolving SCP-ZZ.
It is not known to what extent the spread of SCP-ZZ is the result of it being anomalous. A minority of individuals believe that the spread of SCP-ZZ is just the result of good gossip, whereas most individuals studying SCP-ZZ believe it to be a memetic virus. The evidence that has been gathered through testing that Foundation employees are far more likely to contact SCP-ZZ. [See testing logs for details]
ADDENDUM 1 - Control group, D-Class
[Interview D-Class (control)]
[END INTERVIEW]
In the following week, D- spoke a total of 1 time/s about reading SCP-ZZ.
[Interview Foundation Employee (control)]
[END INTERVIEW]
In the following week, TST spoke a total of 0 time/s about |||'s affair.
ADDENDUM 2 - Test group, Foundation Employees
[Interview Foundation Employee (subject)]
ADDENDUM 3 - Interview with SCP-ZZ infectee
[Interview SCP-ZZ infectee]
[END INTERVIEW]
X.
Desription: SCP-ZZ refers to a
Y.
Object Class: Safe
Description: SCP-ZZ is a nondescript, average sized cardboard box. At this point in time SCP-ZZ exhibits no anomalous traits or effects. However many theories and rumors have been intentionally spread about SCP-ZZ's anomalous effects, along with deliberate . The purpose behind such misinformation is as such.
1. To
2. To mislead groups opposed to Foundation interests
3. To keep Foundation employees gossiping about other important items
4. To keep Foundation employees vigilant and critical
… testing has progressed to the final round. The SCP application committee has requested further evidence of the object's anomalous properties. They require evidence that the addictive nature of the item is in itself anomalous or that it's addictive properties are dangerous. Until we prove either will deny the object an item classification. To this end we be performing a final batch of testing. We will be submitting test subjects to extended exposure (over 10 hours) to the item …
"D-1123 could you please touch the object before you?"
That was the last thing they said to me. Straight after my perception changes. I exist only in relation to the awareness of the present moment. I am now more free, more capable of existing within reality. Your problems and the world's are swept away in a pseudo-logical process. Now when I look out at my life from this vantage point, I see possibility lying before me.
However a realization floats up, borne from years of similar experience. This is not a novel experience for me. I've spent years of my life either experiencing or dreaming about this sate. And all this practice has left me with clairvoyance about my near future. I have a few more momentary shards of awareness left. Before I find myself in my aching body with a dry mouth and an empty stomach with a dull craving in my head that makes everything seem futile.
All I have is the fantasy of this orb. Beyond that is reality. I remain for another moment. For another.
"D-1123 we will be removing your hand from the object."
An involuntarily gasp escapes me as reality returns. . An unavoidable depression drains me of my will. I collapse on the the table and stare at the clinically lit wall of the cell. My consciousness goes from language to mere sensation. Time passes and my body fumbles through the vague sensory feedback it receives.
I find myself sitting at a table with food and drink. I am being questioned what I just experienced by a much younger man. As I submit to his interrogation the first clear thought since I let the ball go floats through my mind. This boy is probably better groomed than I ever was.
… out of 30 subjects responded as expected to the object in question. The remaining 2 refused to take part in experimentation. In reviewing the history for both uncooperative D-Classes, they both experienced highly traumatic events involving narcotics and seem to have an overwhelming phobia of the intoxicated states. Due to the obvious psychological distress that would result from experimentation, they have been removed from the testing pool. The rest of the …
The lighting of this facility amplifies the already bleak surroundings. Sterile white with a tint of teal it goes on and on on and on without any blemishes. The only points of orientation are the metal door behind me, the gray floor below and the embedded light above.
Once again I hold the orb. However this time I am left to my own devices, with the simple command to not let go. Not that I have much choice - I'm stuck in this cage regardless. From the little I've heard and seen I feel I've gotten off pretty lightly with my assignment. Being forced to endure overwhelming pleasure isn't so bad, considering what my colleagues have dealt with.
…
That isn't true at all though. What I'm doing goes directly against what I've been working towards for the past few years. The entire reason I accepted prison was to give me space. To escape from the very environment that drove me here in the first place. To stop this goddamn cycle. To have meaning beyond the half-life.
That's it. I stop.
…
… refused to participate halfway through the test. Due to the lack of observers we only noticed the change after D-1123 attempted to destroy the test item in question. D-1123 was forcibly restrained and sedated. In a followup interview D-1123 refused to answer any questions. Due to D-1123's personal history regarding such substances it is highly likely that he has internal conflict regarding the testing. Should D-1123 be unable to continue testing he may be reassigned to another testing environment.
From: Foundation Ethics Committee
Subject: Request for contingencies to D-Class
After having reviewed your request for opening the requirements for potential D-Class personal after noting a lack of those with specific attributes (mainly being unable to find successfully recovered drug addicts) we have increased the scope of.
Item-#: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a male humanoid of unknown age. While SCP-XXXX is about 28 physically, it has been containment for the last 90 years. While SCP-XXXX superficially resembles a human, its internal structure and biological makeup is wildly different to that of a regular human and has been in a state of constant change since coming into containment.
The reason behind SCP-XXXX's unique biological structure is that it possesses the ability to consciously adjust its body on a cellular level. SCP-XXXX's body automatically adjusts itself to its environment or to stimulus. SCP-XXXX also seems to have a level of conscious control over these adjustments, as it has shown it will retain some of its adjustments, due to improved quality of life or functionality.
A quick list of the adjustments SCP-XXXX has chosen to keep
- Unique species of digestive bacteria that can break down the nutrients found in soil, wood and metal.
- An adaptive immune system that can … , …
- The ability to generate bone, muscle and nerves as shown by amputating one of SCP-XXXX's limbs
*
Interview Log : ██/██/1910
Present: Dr. ████ █████, Scribe ████ ██████
Interview Log
Object Number: SCP-Z
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the remote location of SCP-Z, only a standard security fence surrounding at a distance of 500 meters is necessary for keeping unwanted individuals out.
Before entering SCP-Z, individuals must secure permission from Researcher Daniel Dickson, Researcher, Project Director, Site Director Dr Randolf Wallace.1
Entrance Protocol Beta: Before entering SCP-Z, individuals should be well aware of the potential anomalous phenomena that has been found inside SCP-Z. Furthermore, any individuals who have suffered traumatic experiences are to be bared from entering SCP-Z.
Entrance into SCP-Z is no longer permitted as of 02/03/2011. - Site Director █████ ██████-██████
Description: SCP-Z is a large abandoned structure ███ years old, located about 20 kilometers west of the town of ██████. While in a state of extreme disrepair due to disuse, the internal structure of SCP-Z is in fair condition, considering its age. Originally SCP-Z was owned by the ████████ family, built in the 1th century. On the 17th of April, 1993 SCP-Z and the surrounding land was acquired by the Foundation.
SCP-Z first came to the Foundations attention when numerous reports of 'hauntings' started coming from the town of ██████. SCP-Z was confirmed as anomalous after a month long investigation by Researcher Daniel Dickson and Research Assistant Randolf Wallace in July, 1993.
On entering SCP-Z, individuals have a high chance of encountering a wide range of anomalous phenomena, most of appears to be hallucinatory in nature. Furthermore the phenomena generated by SCP-Z seems to be directly related to the individual, the majority of those who report anomalous experience inside SCP-Z also report seeing and hearing symbols and people from their culture or upbringing. In the cases where nothing occurred, individuals still reported a strong feeling of unease while inside SCP-Z.
In rare cases individuals have claimed they were attacked or harassed psychically by a being they claim is inside the house. However the majority of these reports come from individuals who are suffering from a previous traumatic experience. The origin of these attacks is still under investigation, but the possibility of some sort of sentience inside SCP-Z is being considered.
So far the only reliable consistency in observed phenomena has come from individuals who return to SCP-Z. On returning to SCP-Z individuals tend to report experiences have similar themes to past visits, yet are totally different in regards to the actual events that take place inside SCP-Z. Individuals who have reported coming in contact with something inside SCP-Z report increasing levels of communication with each visit inside SCP-Z.
Test ██/09/1992
Researcher: Daniel Dickson
Subject: D-74121
Duration: 10 minutes
Outcome: Subject approached the suspected anomaly without hesitation. He spent 15 minutes inside SCP-Z before we alerted him using a alarm. Subject reported going through SCP-Z, hearing low inaudible voices. Subject followed the noises to a room inside SCP-Z.
Notes: Putting this in retroactively. This was the test that confirmed SCP-Z's status! Historic! - RW
Test Date: ██/██/1993
Researcher: Assistant Researcher Randolf Wallace
Subject: Researcher Daniel Dickson
Duration: 30 minutes
Outcome: Daniel Dickson comes out of SCP-Z and collapses onto the ground after a low groan.
Notes: (Written prior to entering) Daniel feels utterly awful about this, but refuses to say anything. Just by looking at him I can tell he's sick to his stomach. But he's a fighter that one. He'll push through it. - RW
Test Date: ██/██/1993
Researcher: Assistant Researcher Randolf Wallace
Subject: Researcher Daniel Dickson
Duration: 30 minutes
Outcome: Daniel Dickson comes out of SCP-Z and collapses onto the ground after a low groan.
Notes: Oh no, he died!
After implementing entrance protocol beta, fatalities were reduced by 90%.
Addendum 2 - Protocol Beta test log
In light of Researcher Daniel Dickson's fatality, I have been instructed to oversee the testing of SCP-Z. Rest assured I will not stop until I discover just how this anomaly functions. - Researcher Randolf Wallace, 1993.
Test Date:
Etc
…
While we still cannot explain just what exactly SCP-Z does, we do know that its deadly effects are reduced if the individual is told what they could expect and that they can avoid it. My former colleague Daniel Dickson was given neither and so was therefore was an unnecessary loss. To prevent further losses, I will keep the current safety protocols in regards to SCP-Z. - Project Director Randolf Wallace, 1995.
Letter to Site Director █████ ██████-██████ from the Foundations Ethics Committee
Subject: Randolf Wallace
Greetings █████ ██████-██████ and congratulations on your new position. Being site director is one of the most challenging, yet one of the most rewarding positions our organization has to offer. We from the Ethics Committee wish you the best of luck in your new role. We hope that Site-██ runs smoothly while under your stewardship and that our involvement together will be minimal.
With the pleasantries out of the way, we have something to discuss. Recent facts have come to our attention about the former site director, the departed Randolf Wallace. After his death, we issued an audit into his career at the Foundation. While his rise through the Foundation from a glance is smooth and spotless, no doubt a reflection of his work ethic and character, we did find one tiny discrepancy in his time spent with us.
The entire time Mr. Wallace worked with us, he remained the overseer of an unpredictable, but uneventful item in our catalog. One SCP-Z. Now, for an up and coming researcher you would want your fingers in as many pies as you can handle, but having to call on a Site Director to experiment on a Safe Class object that in after a decade of being under Foundation control had not once been in danger of breaching containment and had less then 10 fatalities associated with it?
Ridiculous.
Unless there was another motive behind controlling it.
The current, official documentation behind SCP-Z is that its a haunted house, where a variety of unpredictable things happen to anyone who enters. There seems to be
Object Class: Euclid
SCP: Duh
Description: SCP-A is the designation given to a mental phenomenon that occasionally occurs in 0.5% of the entire human population. It is hypothesized that SCP-A begins effecting the individual at birth.2 Individuals
People effected by SCP-A will have occasional vivid visions throughout their lives, during these visions the following characteristics will be present.
x,y,z
While the setting / environment of these visions differ depending on the person, several underlying themes remain constant.
a 'father' figure who acts a guide, but will not answer most questions, furthermore the guide will seem insubstantial to the individual
danger
request for the individual to do something subjectively difficult for the individual
Should the individual complete the task within a year, the nature of the visions will change. The guide will become more substantial to the individual. The guide will also offer further challenges to the individual. As the individual completes more and more the guide will become more open, substantial and consistent. After a large amount of work, the guide will invariably request the individual to offer up something special to the individual and partake in an action that will lead to a near-death experience. Should the individual survive, the guide will transform its appearance into a protector. The guide also becomes able to intuit anomalous items / phenomena.
Dr: So scp-a, whats up
SCP-A: 'Fancy archetypical language'
Dr: Uhhuh, why the fuck do you exist?
SCP-A: Everything has a place doc. How do you think you survived against anomalies back when you didn't have a gun and shit? (But done fancy like, kay?)
Dr: Good point. But we still have to lock you up cuz principle
SCP-A: Perhaps. But I will wait for you to connect to me once more.
(Jack, main character is basically unconscious, reactive the majority of the time.
Comes into contact with Nessit, Nefrit? The Oracle. Oracle flat out denies the existence of free will, despite the character being completely reactive to his environment)
Jack sighed. In the computer before him on a spreadsheet program was a haystack of interconnected variables and data that he had to go through and find the proverbial needle. Jack had worked so long in the data management section of Multi-U he had developed an automatic reflex for moving through data and putting together functions to define more usable numbers. While this skill meant that after an hour of work, it essentially became a 7 hour daydream, it also occasionally gave him the experience of a sleepwalker who had walked a couple blocks away from his home, only to come to and have the awkward experience of realizing that not only were they somewhere totally unfamiliar, but they had to find their bearings and sheepishly find their way home.
Jack had just recently come to after being unable to recall where a specific set of data had come from, after realizing that when put into a function he had created it did not produce even remotely realistic values. He had unconsciously double checked the function, the other variables in it. The only discrepancy was this data set. All the other variables were accounted for and retrieved from concrete experiments and observation. This data however seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere.
For the tiniest moment, Jack wondered if it was possible he had just entered the data himself and forgotten.
The moment after however, the phone at Jack's desk started ringing. He picked it up with slightly more speed then was necessary.
"Uh, hello. This is Jack Mao, Multi-U data analysis unit."
"Hey-y-y. Jack buddy! Its Rick, remember me?"
Jack paused before replying. Of course he remembered Rick. While Jack wouldn't call himself an introvert (WERITE), he found he could make simple, polite conversation with almost anyone for reasonable amounts of time, he found Rick's energy in regards to life to be overpowering and disarming. (they started working together) Since Jack had known Rick back when they both worked secretarial jobs in Multi-U, the energy had come out purely through conversation. Jack would follow protocol and standards to the letter, he would patiently wait for the other person, etc. Rick on the other hand seemed to walk a high strung tightrope when it came to his job. He would constantly make outrageous jokes, ask personal questions to callers and actually have conversations. He said and did things over the phone that Jack wouldn't even dream of. If anyone else had attempted it, they would have found themselves reprimanded. But not Rick. He seemed to have a personality that was like water, constantly shifting and adapting to whatever environment it was in. And it paid off greatly - 6 months after getting the same job together, the 'location' Christmas party was thrown. For half an hour Jack followed Rick as he ran into person after person he recognized purely through their voice. Jack had tried to keep up, but he couldn't keep track of the people, the names or the conversations. He politely excused himself and left. When he returned to work, someone had replaced Rick.
He hadn't seen (or heard) from him until now.
"Of course I remember you Rick. How are you doing."
"Fantastic, cannot complain. Listen Jack, I need to ask you a favor. Recently I was promoted to … overseer. I am now in charge of the dealings with an alternate reality. It seems today we will be making contact with a native of this reality. I want you down here, helping me out."
"Wow, congratulations! I mean … overseer, that's amazing. How long ago was it?"
"Jack can you stop with the pleasantries? I need you down here now. We can catch up later."
"Oh, sorry. You will contact my superior about all this, right? I am in the middle of trying to calcu-"
"Jack! I will sort everything out! Just get the hell down here!"
Another busy day at Multi-U. (title) Mathe sighed as the thought passed on through. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his work. It was more the … of the ,,,. Originally he had taken this job to be an explorer of brave new worlds. Instead he found himself a secretary, having to adapt to the different bureaucracies that inhabited the plains of the multiverse.
And while some of his fellow coworkers actually got to go out where no others had gone before, he was stuck calculating, compromising and being deferred to by / with others.
Mathe sighed. It was no use complaining. Every single person whose job(synonym?) he smoothed along had either gone through were he was sitting right now or had been shifted diagonally downwards on the Foundation's structure of command. It wasn't that Multi-U was safe, conflicts could easily arise when communicating with cultures that not only differed geographically and historically to you, but also spacially, dimensionally, biologically and chronologically.
It helped that most beings that managed to either create, discover or run afoul of multidimensional travel were conscious of mutually assured destruction, assumed that they were hallucinating or going through a near-death experience or far too advanced to consider anything beyond pure communication and experience.
Therefore dealing with other dimensions was physically safe, should proper safety procedures be followed. The causality rate had become lowered to something like 1% when it came to opening communications with an alternate reality.
The only remaining danger was the plain weirdness of it all. It was simple mathematics. Infinite universes meant infinite possibilities. Whether you where going through one of Multi-U's many portals or waiting for something to come out, anything could happen. It was why Multi-U presented itself as exciting, safe, fun to senior Foundation staff who had seen it all and were looking for a cushy, interesting job that they could ride out until they hit retirement. By the time most Senior Foundation members were considering transfer to Multi-U, they had also mastered the art of mental acrobatics that comes with trying to apply the scientific method to scientific anomalies, along with both a no-bullshit attitude towards life and a head full of neuroses that would instantly create a gulf between them and any normal person, but seemed to smooth the process of first contact with extra-dimensional beings.
And Mathe would do the grunt work for these people. Should he stick to this career path he could look forward to being a regular ambassador for other dimensions that his more esteemed colleagues (different word for former senior staff) had created positive relations. There wasn't any animosity or envy between career Multi-Uer's and Senior members looking for a way out. The two considered themselves to be doing very different jobs; career Multi-U'ers would slowly and carefully build up relations and alliances that could span generations, whereas the senior staff seemed to take part in some sort of multidimensional speed dating which prized decisiveness, ruthless honesty and a great deal of flexible thinking. The stark contrast between the two only lead to minor friction between the two camps; when your job was doing somewhere between ambassador, caretaker and of seemingly infinite possibilities human interaction suddenly became very appealing.
Mathe shock his head and brought himself back to reality. Even after working here for this long, he could still give himself vertigo by considering just what his department did. They literally acted as a port of call for universes of all kinds. Somehow, someone had applied human bureaucracy to managing and dealing with other worldly entities.
He returned his eyes to the screen in front of him and returned to work. He only lasted a minute before someone burst into his office behind him (describe setting earlier!).
"Mathe, buddy! Come with me to floor 25!" Rick ,,, was a fellow employee at the same level. Rick was as outspoken and energetic as Mathe was reserved and thoughtful. Rick still worked as hard as him and so Mathe had to forgive him. He suspected Rick felt the same about him.
"Whats going on? I have to prepare an overview of the main inhabitants of …, the ,,,. I have no time for this." Mathe replied, not even turning.
"You know we were requested down there by (title) ,,,. His regular assistants are not available and we have to cover."
"What? Shouldn't I be notified?"
"Mathe, I am your notification. Told the (title) I would stop by and tell you personally. I wanted you all to myself."
Mathe scowled. "Stop messing with me Rick. How long until we need to be down there?"
Rick smiled. "We have an hour to get our stuff and reconvene down on floor 25. Don't worry I