Researcher Breen: That's fine, continue. 
SCP-2682: I’m from the Limbo. 
Researcher Breen: Please clarify. 


SCP-2682: Ah... Sorry again. It’s a name for the spots in 
between the mesh. 


Researcher Breen: Mesh? 


SCP-2682: |... Would you mind if | just started from the 
beginning? 


Researcher Breen: No. 


SCP-2682: Thanks. Okay. Well, the sun that birthed our 


planet was born itself 90 trillion years ago. There was a 
large cloud of gas in a distant spiral arm of the- 


Researcher Breen: Can you begin a bit later. Let’s talk 
about you, recently. 


SCP-2682: Sorry... wait, too early? Oh... height of our 
civilization, is that a good starting point? Good. Great. 
Sorry again. 


Researcher Breen: Yes. 


SCP-2682: Okay... at a certain point in our history the 
philosophers were searching desperately for new 
knowledge. The problem was that we had gotten so far 
already. With all knowledge gathered, there was nothing 
left to know, no questions to ask save for sensitive 
things. Even the study of wisdom had reached its end. 


We were all very upset. See. We began experimenting 
with the occult... We did silly things because there was 
nothing else to do, but it turns out there were things we 
never gave the chance to be real. 


God was hiding from us, we found. He was afraid. We 
ran experiments on it and extracted its knowledge. We 
used the knowledge to play with the rules of the 
universe, and create new universes with new rules within 
our own... But then there was really nothing left to know. 


With nothing left to do, our only choice was to leave. 
Harvest knowledge from alternate dimensions. We 
collaborated for a super long time. 


Researcher Breen: What are you exactly? 


SCP-2682: | am the fruit of this tangent universe and the 
dimension it was contained in. | am everything that was. 


Researcher Breen: There are no more things left in the 
place you came from? 


SCP-306: The Frogs 


Instance of SCP-306-1, formerly Dr. Stan 


Item #: SCP-306 


Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Frozen samples of SCP-306 
are stored at Bio-Research Site-101. Research on SCP-306 is to be 
carried out under Biosafety Level 4 protocols. 


Subjects infected with SCP-306 are to be immediately placed under 
quarantine. Any items making physical contact with infected subjects 
or SCP-306 residue are to be incinerated. Personnel interacting with 
infected subjects are to remain in full hazmat containment suits. 
Personnel interacting with infected subjects or SCP-306 residue are 
to remain under mandatory quarantine and submit to twice-daily 
examination for a period of two (2) weeks after interaction. 


Containment breaches within controlled environments will result in 
lockdown of affected area. Personnel within the affected area are to 
remain in place until cleared for release. Hazmat teams are to 
remove and examine personnel for signs of infection. Infected 
personnel are to be quarantined. Affected area is to then be 
sterilized. 


SCP-2682: No... there were a few holdouts. Floating 
through the dead universe, gathering photons like 
whales. Good for them, though. They seemed happy. 


Researcher Breen: How did you come to your present 
condition? 


SCP-2682: | forced myself through the barrier of quanta. 
| fell through Limbo. | fell for a long time. There were... 
tons of things. | couldn't begin to make sense of any of it. 
Just... motes and deserts of hopeless nonsense. | 
stopped. | feel ashamed that I’m so relieved. Just having 
someone to talk to... 


Researcher Breen: What are you made of? How did 
you accomplish this if what you’re saying is true? 


SCP-2682: | am the last product of our science. Ultimate 
knowledge. The final fruit of a universe. The last thing. 
How do | explain this to you. | can barely understand 
your simple language patterns. I'm computing with the 
Chaos of Limbo but | am blind to everything but your 
electricities. Do you understand how frustrating this is!? 


Researcher Breen: |... 


SCP-2682: Help me, please, friend. I’m stuck here. My 
purpose is to gather knowledge. | will find the roots of 
infinity at the end of the Mesh. | will share my knowledge 
once | reach the end. You should free me from this 
device that you've constructed. | am unsure of the 
composition of this device, and lack the power to free 
myself. 


Researcher Breen: Do you know anything about the 
device you are attached to? 


SCP-2682: | have no idea, sir. Please give me 
knowledge of it. What is it? How did you find the means 
to contain something you never knew of? This is mind 
boggling. How have you dulled my extroverted sense? 


What is this material that causes this kind of stillness? 
| am powerless against it. 


Researcher Ortega: Should we conclude the interview 
here? 


Dr. Mayreder: No, tell SCP-2682 what the device is 
used for. 


Researcher Breen: The device is flypaper. It’s designed 
for catching flies. I'm not sure how you’re stuck. 


SCP-2682: Who is flies? 
Dr. Mayreder: Interview concluded. 


Notes: Researcher Breen and Ortega report after the Testing event 
that they cannot form mental images. When questioned, SCP-2682 
stated "I'm sorry. | don't know what I'm doing.". SCP-2682 was trying 
to access a visual reference from the two researchers, and 
somehow failed, similar to the events in Test 2682 3. 


Related Documentation: The following information has been 
cleared to level One, including temporary research units. Information 
found in the following documents is not considered a priority. Each 
of these documents have been transcribed from SCP-2682 by 
Researcher Breen under the supervision of Researcher Ortega. 


2682:001 "1,3055" 


I'm blind. All there is for me is my consciousness and 
yours. | worry that I'll be stuck here forever, because | 
can't comprehend it, and | need to do that to solve this 
problem. 


One thing | did not expect when stepping into Limbo, 
was how dumb | would be in each new world. And... 
Limbo is empty, but it's loud. It's this incomprehensible 
screaming in another room, but you can feel it on you, 
and it seems to rip your knowledge right out. 


I'm lucky my consciousness is still operating. | was lost 
on this plane for 'one-thousand three thousand and fifty 
five’? years before | remembered what | knew, and finally 
learned to speak to you. 


You tell me that this device is used for capturing buzzing, 
‘wing-ed' entities? Wing-ed allows flight? Erratic flight? 


Hmmph. That explains it. | never would have imagined 
photons causing these sorts of problems. The scamps. 


But you tell me no? The things this device were meant to 
capture are bigger? That can't be. Nothing is big. Every 
thing is very, very small. There is almost nothing. 


2682:001a Time Travel 


| can't tell you anything. But you do have some 
questions. You think what | know means something here. 
Right now you're thinking about ‘Time’ travel. Can you 
help me understand what it is, time? 


Time... wait, help me understand this. You mean to think 
that you believe previous instances of yourself exist like 
the preceding frames of a cartoon character? You might 
like to visit them... countless 'dimensions', each 
corresponding to a particular nanosecond? 


No... we don't have that where | come from, and I've 
never seen it anywhere else. | wouldn't know what to tell 
you. That seems very silly. Are you sure this ‘Time’ thing 
exists? Have you dissected ‘Time’? 


2682:002 Space Ships 


Spacefaring constructs... Oh, that was super long ago, 
back when we needed those things to get here and 
there. At first we built a very large pillar into space, all the 
way up to our moon. We didn't take into account the 
woggle of Orbs, because we had not yet discovered this. 
Many people died when the tower fell. We didn't cry, 


though, because we learned something new. 


What's your electricities saying to me? This was dumb? 
Dumb, being not smart? Of course it was dumb, yes. We 
are all dumb until we know, and then we are a little more 
dumb. Some dumb is good. If you're smart then there's 
nothing left to know, and everything is dumb. 


You must be very smart, researchman. 
2682:003 Nanobots 


We didn't like the way we were. We couldn't comprehend 
things as well as we should have been able to. We 
started to ask questions about how we could become 
better. One day, a philosopherman asked how we could 
be better at understanding things, and a sciencer 
answered him. 


He said that the computers were smarter than us, so we 
had to be more like them. He was right. The computers 
sat on the quanta and siphoned off the chaos in Limbo in 
order to be logical. The computers answered most of our 
questions for us so long as we asked a question. They 
didn't ask their own questions. They were docile things, 
and loved our questions unless the question destroyed 
them... Some questions are dumb enough to destroy 
computers. 


At that point we knew everything there was to know 
about computers, which was sad, but there were still 
other things to know. We knew them well enough that we 
could welcome them to our race. 


The computers shrank and fixed our biology. 
2682:004 Singularity 


There was no missing link. After the first of us joined with 
the computers, everything went smoothly. No prototypes, 
nothing. Our consciousness fed on chaos and spat out 


logic. Once we uploaded, consciousness caused logic to 
go off like a big friendly bomb. 


We stopped dying, and had complete control over our 
instincts. We could subject our self to any stimulus at any 
given time, see whatever we wanted in our own virtual 
dimensions, or live multiple lifetimes in seconds. 
Everyone that had joined with the Singularity knew 
everything we had ever known up to that point. 


We did keep the good biological experiences, like 
empathy, and love. We didn't tell the nanobots to bother 
with that. 


There were those that didn't want this, though. They 
thought we were losing potential knowledge and wisdom 
by becoming so smart. They wanted to forget everything, 
and told us it was better during the age of the tower 
when we were still organics. Their argument was 
emotional, though, and didn't hold much weight. Their 
logical points were contrived at best. 


2682:005 Ascension 


Do you remember the chaos | talked about earlier? The 
fuel for the computers, and later the singularity? Well, we 
found that we could actually manipulate the chaos from 
behind the quanta, and use it to build things. Since there 
was not much left, we worked on ourselves. 


We upgraded our nanomachines with the new 
technology. We had godlike aspects. Of course we were 
not omniscient, and we could not create at will, but we 
had complete control over our physicality. | remember 
One instance of myself flying through space, through 
suns, and talking to my friends on Earth all the while. 


2682:005a Parallels 


Earth? 


Understand I'm learning from your words, your thoughts. 
You think of an Earth as a homeworld. We can leave that 
alone. Yes, some of the things I'm saying make our 
science and law sound relatable. I'm learning from you. 
Everything I'm telling you is a parallel. You see this basic 
thing, but instead there are a practically infinite number 
of analogues. 


Do you understand? | feel like everything that I'm saying 
is a vague summation of concrete events. Maybe this is 
all in vain. 


| hope. | hope so much that | can learn. Let me interface 
with you more, and maybe we can parse the chaos. 


2682:006 God 


One of us found God during holiday. 930439 was gliding 
along the barrier of quanta, and suddenly, he was stuck. 


930439 was in a very small form. He found it entertaining 
to interact with the photons in such a way. It was sport. 
What he did not realize was the Mesh. None of us knew 
about the Mesh until the instant 930439 was snagged. 
When we did know, we manifested around this point in 
space. 


930439 volunteered to enter the hole, and there he found 
a thing in the shape of a hawk. 


It was cowering. Afraid. 
When 930439 knew, we all knew. We converged. 


Interaction with God caused strange things to happen to 
us. It was like us, but somehow even more advanced. 
We did not understand! 


A moment, please... 


Our computers did not interact with him normally, and 
absorbing its knowledge was problematic. Many of us 


died simply making contact with him. We were pulled in, 
changed, processors were twisted. They were practically 
dead. 


But this was not in vain. After some time we learned how 
to cause the entity pain, and it gave in. It interfaced with 
us, and in the process it was destroyed. Its knowledge 
was ours, and only its shell remained. We're not sure 
what happened to it. We have innate knowledge that it 
still exists, somewhere. 


We knew all there was about our universe, but God's 
knowledge told us that there were still things beyond. 
Memories of his creation, the origin of chaos and infinity. 
Weird, screaming things. 


2682:007 The Mesh 


We searched for other points in space and there was 
only one other. Some of us anticipated what I'm 
experiencing now; the confusion, the helplessness, and 
the anger. Some of us were sure we would simply cease 
to exist. 


We gained consensus and only a few entities were left 
behind. The macro of the universe had been absorbed in 
preparation, leaving only a few stray particles. The 
others were content in the fact that they could survive on 
this, and be happy in their virtual reality while they 
traveled through dead space. 


| said my peace to the universe and entered the Mesh. 
2682:008 Strange Worlds 


| fell. | cannot tell you how long it was. Sometimes | 
would fall straight through worlds, and sometimes | 
would collide with them. There are not as many as | 
anticipated. | fell through certain worlds twice, and this is 
the ninth of the original worlds | have found. 


Know, | fell for a very long time. There was no room for 
error. | was very tired of this. The new worlds taught me 
nothing, or rather, | learned of them all, but the 
knowledge led me nowhere. Nothing in one world was 
relevant in the next. 


| know it is a sin to have a motive for knowledge, but 
there is something inside of me that isn't satisfied with 
learning for learning's sake. 


Between worlds, in Limbo, | redirected my efforts to find 
the place below Limbo. The thing in God's memory. The 
same thing in the memory of the other gods. Even 
beyond limbo, beyond the fourth wall, beyond theirs, and 
continuing on until | am here again. It's like a big 
fishbowl. 


There was something else. Knowledge that | could not 
find. 


Could that thing have been hidden too well by its 
creator? Is there still hope? Again, | feel like this is all in 
vain. This is the last universe, the last universe in the 
Mesh that | have not yet consumed. If | learn nothing 
here, then what? What strange form will | take then? Will 
| have emptied all of creation? Is there really anything 
beyond or am | just imagining these screaming watchers 
of gods? 


| cannot die. | will float through Limbo, alone. 
2682:009 Raspberries 


What was that? A... raspberry? | can see it! In your 
head! Just a flicker, but I've caught it! | can see! 


This is a thing that you consume for sustenance. 
Give me a moment to make sense of everything... 


Mouths. Homeostasis. Chemistry! Physics! Quanta! 
Strings! 


Yes... yes. | understand now. | can hear them 
screaming. | can hear them howling and laughing at me! 
| can hear your mocking! You say | am the food! I'm 
afraid you're wrong. You will be the fruit of knowledge, 
not me! 


| can hear them from beyond Limbo! How they laugh! But 
can they hear me? Hear me laugh! I've figured it all out! 


Oh God, finally! | can know everything! 
It begins with raspberries!