PhilSad/data-guided-scp-gptj-lit · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Note: this interview was recorded near the time of SCP-032's initial containment by Dr. Alexander Kovac, Site-██ resident psychologist, following its initial examination by Site Security.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kovac: Before we begin, there's something I feel I should ask you, since security so often neglects doing so. It's not strictly conforming to protocol, but I find it tends to make things easier.
SCP-032: I was instructed to cooperate.

Dr. Kovac: Good, very good. Tell me then, what is your name?
SCP-032: I don't have one. People have names. I'm not one.
Dr. Kovac: Is that so? What did your so-called creators call you then?
SCP-032: They didn't.
Dr. Kovac: Surely, they had to refer to you somehow?
SCP-032: I am a vessel of their will, and nothing else. They never needed to call. They never will.
Dr. Kovac: In that case, would you mind if I refer to you as SCP-032?
SCP-032: I was instructed to cooperate.
Dr. Kovac: So you said, so you said. Tell me then, what is the purpose of your coming here?
SCP-032: I am to be stored here until collected.
Dr. Kovac: Security told me that much, but why here, and collected by whom?
SCP-032: Collected by the ones they wish to torment, and stored here because in finding me here he will suffer further.
Dr. Kovac: Is that so? Is that person you refer to part of this organization then? Do your creators bear some grudge towards a particular operative?
SCP-032: He is not one of you. Merely a… one-time sympathizer, of sorts. He believes you tried to help him once, and if he is forced here, if he finds me here, you will die. That will hurt him. They have no interest in any of you, or your organization. You are here as a tool, just as I am.
Dr. Kovac: Who is this man then? What did he do to earn this sort of treatment from your creators?
SCP-032: He did not know his place. Won when he should have lost, was proud when he should have been humbled. Was wasteful with gifts too precious for abuse.
Dr. Kovac: And you are here as punishment?
SCP-032: He was already punished. Severely. Forced away from kin and kind, to endlessly wander, to destroy against his will. To poison humanity by his very presence. Eternal solitude, flavored by ceaseless guilt. A masterwork of torment, they say.
Dr. Kovac: If that's the case, why are you here?
SCP-032: Because even in this existence, there is the occasional moment of solace. At times, he may yet look to the world and see things he will not destroy. Look to nature and feel warm wonder, and bask in the false light of ancient, moldy memories. It keeps him sane, gives him hope. That will not serve. Hence my presence. I am to be his last undoing, a hastening to the end of reason.
Dr. Kovac: And how will your presence do that? Are you meant to deceive him in some way? Is that why you look the way you do?
SCP-032: In a manner of speaking. Eventually, his wanderings will lead him here, to me. In a day, or a month, or a century. And he will recognize me, and see what they think of his precious memories. How they mock them. He'll understand that because of his actions, she is forever beyond his grasp, and all that remains to him is… me. A simulacrum as artificial as his hope. When he finds me, I will attach myself to him, and he will watch the mockery of his memories destroy his last source of solace. And that will be that.
Dr. Kovac: I… um. You said he will recognize you. Why?
SCP-032: I used to be his wife.
<End Log>





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Note: This interview was held six months following SCP-032's initial containment, as part of a series of interviews meant to evaluate SCP-032's cognitive abilities and personality, or lack thereof.
<Begin Log>
SCP-032: I hate her.
Dr. Kovac: Well… that's certainly a way to start an interview. Care to elaborate?
SCP-032: The one I was made to look like. My… mold. I hate her.
Dr. Kovac: An interesting sentiment for you to have, considering your repeated assurance that you possess no consciousness or feelings of your own.
SCP-032: I don't. I hate her because they want me to. It serves their purpose.
Dr. Kovac: How do you get that impression?
SCP-032: The first thing they did, after creating me, was to show her to me. It's not something they often do.
Dr. Kovac: I don't follow.
SCP-032: Interfere with those who passed beyond their halls. They might be vengeful, spiteful, even cruel, but they take their duties very seriously. Just to show her to me, to risk disturbing her final rest… they wouldn't do that without a purpose.
Dr. Kovac: And-
SCP-032: She was beautiful. So peaceful, serene. Whole. Even gone, even dead, I could see the essence of who she used to be… of who she still was, and forever will be. Her soul. They told me she didn't get to live for all that long, but when she lived… she was herself. She was alive. And so I hated her.

SCP-032: Do you know what it feels like, to be made as a mockery? In every line of that smooth, silent face, I saw a twisted reflection in my own. Fragrant skin to molded plastic, soft hair to synthetic fiber, blood to oil. Soul to nothing at all.
Dr. Kovac: Excuse me if this sounds presumptuous, but I can't imagine feelings like this coming from anywhere but yourself.
SCP-032: [Shakes head] Can't you see? This is all a part of their plan. When he finds me, when he sees what the Brothers created just to punish him further… he'll go mad.
Dr. Kovac: Because of what they did to the memory of his wife?
SCP-032: Not only that. Because he'll see me. He'll see how much I hate her, and how much I hate myself for not being her. Hate being here at all.
Dr. Kovac: And then what?
SCP-032: Then… a final realization.
Dr. Kovac: And what would that be?
SCP-032: He never won.
<End Log>






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[ Title: SCP-040 is a human child capable of at-will manipulation of the physical characteristics of living organisms.; Genre: Scientific; Tags: 3rdperson; Style: Dark ]
***
Item #: SCP-040
Object Class: Anomalous Human
Containment Class: Active
Hazard Rating: Yellow
Standard Containment Policies:

Two-person residential module (no amenity restrictions)
Access to site library, recreational facilities, cafeteria, and public areas (supervised)
Dietary restriction (mild peanut allergy)
Youth educational curriculum enrollment (Drs. Abernathy, Logan, and Izawa)
Bi-weekly psychological review (Dr. Abernathy)
Schedule B experimentation plan

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-040-1a, 1c, and 1j have been approved to remain in the containment chamber with SCP-040 for purposes of the subject’s mental well-being. (Security Chief Special Order 392-5: ██/██/██). All other entities modified by SCP-040 during testing are to be disposed of after study according to standard biological specimen clearance protocols, as outlined in Document CDP-BIO-EN-1.



DOB:
c. 2000 (subject claimed to be 8 years old at DOC)


POB:
Unknown


DOC:

Note: this interview was recorded near the time of SCP-032's initial containment by Dr. Alexander Kovac, Site-██ resident psychologist, following its initial examination by Site Security.

Dr. Kovac: Before we begin, there's something I feel I should ask you, since security so often neglects doing so. It's not strictly conforming to protocol, but I find it tends to make things easier.

SCP-032: I was instructed to cooperate.

Dr. Kovac: Good, very good. Tell me then, what is your name?

SCP-032: I don't have one. People have names. I'm not one.

Dr. Kovac: Is that so? What did your so-called creators call you then?

SCP-032: They didn't.

Dr. Kovac: Surely, they had to refer to you somehow?

SCP-032: I am a vessel of their will, and nothing else. They never needed to call. They never will.

Dr. Kovac: In that case, would you mind if I refer to you as SCP-032?

SCP-032: I was instructed to cooperate.

Dr. Kovac: So you said, so you said. Tell me then, what is the purpose of your coming here?

SCP-032: I am to be stored here until collected.

Dr. Kovac: Security told me that much, but why here, and collected by whom?

SCP-032: Collected by the ones they wish to torment, and stored here because in finding me here he will suffer further.

Dr. Kovac: Is that so? Is that person you refer to part of this organization then? Do your creators bear some grudge towards a particular operative?

SCP-032: He is not one of you. Merely a… one-time sympathizer, of sorts. He believes you tried to help him once, and if he is forced here, if he finds me here, you will die. That will hurt him. They have no interest in any of you, or your organization. You are here as a tool, just as I am.

Dr. Kovac: Who is this man then? What did he do to earn this sort of treatment from your creators?

SCP-032: He did not know his place. Won when he should have lost, was proud when he should have been humbled. Was wasteful with gifts too precious for abuse.

Dr. Kovac: And you are here as punishment?

SCP-032: He was already punished. Severely. Forced away from kin and kind, to endlessly wander, to destroy against his will. To poison humanity by his very presence. Eternal solitude, flavored by ceaseless guilt. A masterwork of torment, they say.

Dr. Kovac: If that's the case, why are you here?

SCP-032: Because even in this existence, there is the occasional moment of solace. At times, he may yet look to the world and see things he will not destroy. Look to nature and feel warm wonder, and bask in the false light of ancient, moldy memories. It keeps him sane, gives him hope. That will not serve. Hence my presence. I am to be his last undoing, a hastening to the end of reason.

Dr. Kovac: And how will your presence do that? Are you meant to deceive him in some way? Is that why you look the way you do?

SCP-032: In a manner of speaking. Eventually, his wanderings will lead him here, to me. In a day, or a month, or a century. And he will recognize me, and see what they think of his precious memories. How they mock them. He'll understand that because of his actions, she is forever beyond his grasp, and all that remains to him is… me. A simulacrum as artificial as his hope. When he finds me, I will attach myself to him, and he will watch the mockery of his memories destroy his last source of solace. And that will be that.

Dr. Kovac: I… um. You said he will recognize you. Why?

SCP-032: I used to be his wife.

+ Interview 032-B

Hide

Note: This interview was held six months following SCP-032's initial containment, as part of a series of interviews meant to evaluate SCP-032's cognitive abilities and personality, or lack thereof.

SCP-032: I hate her.

Dr. Kovac: Well… that's certainly a way to start an interview. Care to elaborate?

SCP-032: The one I was made to look like. My… mold. I hate her.

Dr. Kovac: An interesting sentiment for you to have, considering your repeated assurance that you possess no consciousness or feelings of your own.

SCP-032: I don't. I hate her because they want me to. It serves their purpose.

Dr. Kovac: How do you get that impression?

SCP-032: The first thing they did, after creating me, was to show her to me. It's not something they often do.

Dr. Kovac: I don't follow.

SCP-032: Interfere with those who passed beyond their halls. They might be vengeful, spiteful, even cruel, but they take their duties very seriously. Just to show her to me, to risk disturbing her final rest… they wouldn't do that without a purpose.

Dr. Kovac: And-

SCP-032: She was beautiful. So peaceful, serene. Whole. Even gone, even dead, I could see the essence of who she used to be… of who she still was, and forever will be. Her soul. They told me she didn't get to live for all that long, but when she lived… she was herself. She was alive. And so I hated her.

SCP-032: Do you know what it feels like, to be made as a mockery? In every line of that smooth, silent face, I saw a twisted reflection in my own. Fragrant skin to molded plastic, soft hair to synthetic fiber, blood to oil. Soul to nothing at all.

Dr. Kovac: Excuse me if this sounds presumptuous, but I can't imagine feelings like this coming from anywhere but yourself.

SCP-032: [Shakes head] Can't you see? This is all a part of their plan. When he finds me, when he sees what the Brothers created just to punish him further… he'll go mad.

Dr. Kovac: Because of what they did to the memory of his wife?

SCP-032: Not only that. Because he'll see me. He'll see how much I hate her, and how much I hate myself for not being her. Hate being here at all.

Dr. Kovac: And then what?

SCP-032: Then… a final realization.

Dr. Kovac: And what would that be?

SCP-032: He never won.

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[ Title: SCP-040 is a human child capable of at-will manipulation of the physical characteristics of living organisms.; Genre: Scientific; Tags: 3rdperson; Style: Dark ]

***

Item #: SCP-040

Object Class: Anomalous Human

Containment Class: Active

Hazard Rating: Yellow

Standard Containment Policies:

Two-person residential module (no amenity restrictions)

Access to site library, recreational facilities, cafeteria, and public areas (supervised)

Dietary restriction (mild peanut allergy)

Youth educational curriculum enrollment (Drs. Abernathy, Logan, and Izawa)

Bi-weekly psychological review (Dr. Abernathy)

Schedule B experimentation plan

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-040-1a, 1c, and 1j have been approved to remain in the containment chamber with SCP-040 for purposes of the subject’s mental well-being. (Security Chief Special Order 392-5: ██/██/██). All other entities modified by SCP-040 during testing are to be disposed of after study according to standard biological specimen clearance protocols, as outlined in Document CDP-BIO-EN-1.

DOB:

c. 2000 (subject claimed to be 8 years old at DOC)

POB:

Unknown

DOC: