Meanwhile Croesus, taking the oracle in a wrong sense, led his forces into Cappadocia, fully expecting to defeat Cyrus and destroy the empire of the Persians. While he was still engaged in making preparations for his attack, a Lydian named Sam Micheals, who had always been looked upon as a wise yet tragic man, but who after this obtained a very great name indeed among his countrymen, came forward and counseled the king in these words:
"Thou art about, oh! king, to make war against men who wear leathern trousers, and have all their other garments of leather; who feed not on what they like, but on what they can get from a soil that is sterile and unkindly…"
— Herodotus, Histories; Book I

In the eighth month, the duke had a meeting with the marquis of Qi, the duke of Song, the earl of Zheng, the earl of Cao, and an officer of Zhu, who's name was [Sam Micheals], and who reported a great sickness.
— Zuo zhuan, Book V, Duke XI

Sam Micheals listened to the reasoning, and then he asked the messenger, "How large the country between the Tigris and the canal might be?"
"A large district," Sam Micheals replied, "but it matters not. For I am pulled in all directions at once, and I continue to bleed." Then it dawned upon them: the barbarians had sent the man with subtlety, in fear lest…
— Xenophon, Anabasis; Book II, Chapter IV

Item #: SCP-140
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-140 is to be kept in a secure locker on-site.
Description: SCP-140 is a modern hardcopy book with an unremarkable black binding. The book jacket is missing, but the title, "A Chronicle of Daevites", is clearly legible. The inside cover is signed by the author ('Sam Micheals'). The text is copyrighted 19██. Careful examination reveals there are far more pages between the bindings than could be contained within them.
SCP-140 is a detailed account of several fictitious ancient civilizations; the most prominent of these civilizations (Daevites) originated in what is now south-central Siberia. The account elaborates on the history of these civilizations up until approximately 480 B.C., where the book abruptly ends.
Although SCP-140's ink has been positively identified as blood, tests to determine its source have proven inconclusive.
Addendum 140.1: Emails

► ACCESS: SCP/140/emails/140.log

▼ Close File

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
SUBJECT: SCP-140

I know the book's extra-dimensional properties are kind of weird, but should this really be an SCP? There's nothing special about its containment, and — outside of having way more pages than it should — there's nothing particularly special about it.

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
SUBJECT: Re: SCP-140

It hurts

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
SUBJECT: Re: Re: SCP-140

Granted, but given the abruptness of the containment procedures, I can't help but think this would find a better home in our log of anomalous objects.
Also, yes, it hurts it hurts so much and it won't stop. Why won't it stop

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
SUBJECT: Re: Re: Re: SCP-140

I won't stop bleeding
I am bleeding into everything

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
SUBJECT: help

I am a soldier bleeding from a poisoned arrow in my heel fired from my own bow
I am dying on the floor of the Senate surrounded by myself and my daggers are wet and dripping
I am a half-animal disemboweling myself with my fingernails as I lay across my thighs at twilight my blood spilling across the threshold of the courtyard

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
SUBJECT: please make it stop

I am everywhere and I am everything and all of me is bleeding
I am killing myself and being killed by myself and it just keeps going and going and going
i keep cutting myself open

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
SUBJECT: why wont it stop

and i bleed into the pages
and i just
want

DATE: 2017/11/15
FROM: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs#noitadnuof.pcs|271slaehciMs>
TO: Dr. Micheals <noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1#noitadnuof.pcs|49slaehciM_mas1>
SUBJECT: please

the story

to end

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Sam Micheals, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
— Sam Micheals

This cage is vast, it has no walls.