Item #: SCP-5240
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: The object communication device is to be installed in Zone 0. The duty shift of the primary normalcy monitoring centre "Global-0" has the right to use said device in critical situations (VEDIST level 1)1. The messages are to be relayed according to the rules described in the logbook manual attached to the communication device.
The location of SCP-5240 is unknown. In accordance with established treaties the Foundation is to make no attempt to locate the object. On accidental discovery of SCP-5240 Foundation personnel is to immediately report all acquired information up the command chain; no additional investigation and personal action pertaining to the object is permitted. Due to limited access to the SCP-5240 dossier, all responsible parties are only provided information outlined in this paragraph of the Special Containment Procedures as well as Addendum 42. On object discovery the Special Containment Procedures will be reevaluated by decision of the O5 Council.
A Foundation representative is present in the premises of SCP-5240. The fact of the Foundation representative's existence/loyalty is currently under question.
Description: SCP-5240 is a socio-political formation existing in the form of a "city-state". The object's distinction lies in complete lack of information pertaining to it in any historical or contemporary records. This is achieved by widespread use of anomalously programmed chemical agents causing varied effects of amnesia and altered cognition.
On ██.██.19██ the object came into contact with the Foundation in person on one of its former operating frequencies and offered a mutually beneficial agreement; in exchange for supply of food and technical goods SCP-5240 provides the Foundation a wide assortment of amnestics and accepts requests to release vast quantities of "Ennui"- and "Global"-class programmable substances into the atmosphere. A two-way communication device was assembled to that purpose, which is used by SCP-5240 to relay schedules of required produce and by the Foundation to request delivery of amnestics. Despite lack of knowledge pertaining to the object's location, mutual delivery chains have been established and operate without de-masking SCP-5240. The agreement also lists a non-interference clause, in accordance with which the Foundation does not perform active search for the object, and the object acts upon the Foundation's requests to release amnestics without objection.
To enhance mutual trust and to alleviate any technical difficulties, SCP-5240 has allowed a single Foundation representative to enter its territory - logistics specialist Alfred Bruske. The subject has been allowed to send service correspondence and photographs under agreement not to perform acts of industrial or other sabotage.
The Foundation has only limited general intelligence pertaining to SCP-5240, acquired by Alfred Bruske:

the moniker of "the City" is used in common talk and official documents. Rarely the citizens mention the name "Fehlerstadt";
the City's population count is unknown; by estimation of an agent with no prior knowledge of investigative analytics, it can be estimated at 500-650 thousand people. The size of the City's suburban regions is unknown;
the City's citizens converse in German. Their cultural specificities are so negligible (imperceptible) that it is not possible to reliably attribute them to the German or any other nation;
the City is located in hilly terrain; low mountains are visible on the horizon. A river flows through the object's territory. The outer perimeter of the city's developed area is lined with an abandoned and unguarded complex of engineered obstacles in the form of a concrete wall, crooked watchtowers and rows of rusted barbed wire;
the City's information development, transport and other technologies are approximately in line with the middle of the XX century.

SCP-5240 has massive industrial potential by way of abundance of chemical plants chaotically dispersed throughout the City's territory. The majority of citizenry is employed in these facilities, the only function of which is production of a wide spectrum of amnestic substances. Some of them are dispersed into the atmosphere in gaseous form, or into the river in liquid form. It is supposed that such measures are required for the City in order to maintain concealment of its existence from the worldwide community, to protect itself against diplomatic pressure (or military intervention), and to halt outwards cultural expansion.
The chemical plants are supplied by large produce storage sites, as well as interlinked with a branching network of large and small pipes that route through the entirety of the City: along streets, above houses, through buildings and apartments (some heated precursors are used as conductors for central heating systems). SCP-5240's metro system is likewise adapted to the needs of the industrial complex. The metro and above-ground rail lines connect all the main amnestic factories; stations are named after the neighbouring chemical plants ("Combine №7", "Factory №16" etc.; the only exception is the "Ministry" station).
The medium industry and car manufacture work in the interest of the chemical sector. Only a small portion of the City's factories creates consumer goods, which is why the society of SCP-5240 experiences a perpetual deficit. More than half of consumer labels are distributed under directive.
Ubiquitous factory exhaust pipes are always in use, creating multicoloured smog and scented fog; constant leaks from overused pipelines and factory accidents additionally worsen the ecological situation. SCP-5240's citizenry is unanimously afflicted with respiratory illnesses.
Periodically, in accordance with the Ministry's schedule (or by the Foundation's request), a "dispersal event" is announced in SCP-5240. The City's siren and loudspeaker system is activated, warning the citizens about the time and duration of the event, the amnestic used and the prescribed order of actions for personal protection.3 The object's citizens always carry a bag with a gas mask and a set of filters in their possession, every person learns the names of all amnestics, their composition, locale of production, approximate production cycle structure, identification and counteraction measures by heart. The standard citizen rations include a mnestics package distributed in the form of dragé pellets and dissoluble powders.
SCP-5240 maintains a set of outdated (but never repealed) restrictions on its territory, enforced by "the Central Department for City Rasure" (Stadtvergessenheitshauptamt, SVHA). Despite the citizenry's lack of memory regarding the cause for such restrictions, the following items are prohibited within Fehlerstadt: historical photographs and portraits of people, documentary movies, diaries, biographies and books on history, antiquities, weapons, blazons, flags, any and all recording or retelling of information regarding the City's "previous epoch", as well as overall interest to it. The citizens are neutral in regards to the restrictions, and abide by them habitually with no resistance. The rare violators are reported by their peers and neighbours to the SVHA. Restricted items are burned in pyres, found criminals are permanently taken away in an unknown direction. All of the City's monuments, memorials, bas-reliefs and other historic cites have been destroyed.
Alfred Bruske's official reports are under classification code "Clearance level 5". Below are some of the agent's personal letters, sent to his direct manager and Foundation colleagues:

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#1 ██. ██. ████
This morning I awoke not in my bed in Zone 16, but in a small flat with a very old-timey outfit. It was dark, and rain drummed loudly out the window. I barely managed to find the switch to the lamp by touch, and turn it on. Two tall men in dark leather coats appeared from the darkness. One of them spoke in German and presented himself as my "curator". I almost thought that I've been captured by the Stasi Section XXV, but no, I've been briefed on the matter: I am on the grounds of some city concealed from public eyes, and I represent the SCP Foundation in the matters of developing mutual arrangements in the chemical sector. I am to relay cursory information about production of some sort of chemicals in this city, and I am to negotiate delivery of equipment and metalworks. So I've been made an ambassador of sorts and allowed to send private letters to the Foundation once per day under condition that I will not blatantly spy on them. All my questions about how I ended up here and who even sanctioned this in the first place remained unanswered. One of the tall men said that I will need to undergo prolonged acclimatization to the city's conditions, then they had me take a couple pills and go back to sleep.

#4 ██. ██. ████
It's been three days now… They've finally graced me with permission to go outside. I am indeed sickly, the air is just filled with all manners of smells that cause anything from vomit reflexes to absolute bliss. Depends on which way the wind's blowing.
Occasionally I'm down with dry cough. The air in this place is almost visible on occasion, it hangs like smoke. Today it's kinda violet.
It's a truly fascinating view. I've observed the City only through a murky window up until now, and saw only dense rows of apartment buildings with uncountable factory pipes belching many-coloured wisps of smoke between them. The streets are thoroughly shadowed by massive cistern towers lined with carcasses of ladder and walkway. Clouds hang low in the sky, shimmering with rainbow hues like spilled kerosene on asphalt. And there's pipes. Pipelines, pipelines, pipelines. Valves, throttles, bell cranks, four-ways. They're everywhere here. The network of pipes is like a multileveled web hanging above the streets and the dwellings, it enters directly into homes, my own bed stands on one such pipe. Sometimes, here or there, thin white streams breach out of them. My curator said that's just working gas from the overworked pneumatic system and that there's nothing to worry about - amnestic leaks are rather rare.
Amnestics. Yes, I heard that right. That's what they produce in such enormous volume that it'd be enough to coat the whole globe in rainbow clouds. What the best minds of the Foundation spent a decade on and what we produce in such precious little quantity is mass-produced here. And that's not all. The local amnestics exceed all comparison with ours. They are more stable, more effective, their duration can be varied, their effects - programmed. It's obvious some anomalous tech it involved. The curator told me that the Foundation will receive it all at its disposal in exchange for providing goods that I, as a logistics specialist, will need to arrange. A small price to pay for such possibilities, isn't that so?

#6 ██. ██. ████
I've been assigned a separate office in the Ministry. Every day I rise at 6 o'clock, drag through the pink mist and get on the metro on the "Combine №6". It's only two stations' ride away from the Ministry, but there's plenty of time to have a good look at the locals. Ashen-grey stares and rough skin, worker overalls often stained or burnt by chemicals. The people mostly talk trifle, usually discussing their colleagues and their quotas. There's something strange in their language, though, I can't figure out what. They speak seemingly normal German, but their way of speaking is unnatural. As if there's something missing. As if something's been removed.
Oh, and food at home's all out, I was given meal tickets. Very generous, by the way, compared to the locals' rations. I feel sort of guilty spending them all in one place, and I don't want to attract attention, so I do my shopping in pieces all over the place - and I get to walk the City along the way. This is it - the socialist utopia. Are you sure I'm not in the GDR? No, it's far too backwards - no Trabants, no Spreewaldgurkens. None of the products have labels or names or colourful packaging. Only "Beer", only "Porridge", only "Flour". No salt at all, by the way, but there's plenty of matches. Oh, and the rations include mnestics, and I get them in extra large supply. According to what the cashier from one of the shops under a giant rusted pipe told me off the record, the nearby "Combine №6" is a record holder when it comes to monthly amnestic and precursor spill accidents. That's why the populace are given these pills. And they take them all the time, for the City has planned dispersals, too. And who knows what else is in the air, anyhow.
Ah, something else. Had an interesting situation happen to me today. I had to pass a medical check-up against symptoms of chemical poisoning. The nurse asked me for my date of birth, and I replied. Then she picked up the phone, called into the "Ministry Information Department", and asked to give her today's date. Once she got it, she put my birth date and today's date into a special brass arithmometer, which handed out my age after a few cranks of the handle. In years, precision down to a tenth. "Why?" - I asked. - "I could've just told you my age myself". "Really?" - the woman replied in surprise, - "That's just amazing. Oh well - we always do this, no big deal."

#8 ██. ██. ████
Everything's going fine, overall. We've designed a way of exchanging produce that would technologically satisfy the City and keep its location in secret at the same time. The first batch of chemical component canisters has arrived from outside - soon they will be emptied, deactivated, and filled with freshly made amnestics. The headquarters requested aerosol and liquid compounds of limited effective duration, a few days, for a first test run. If this stuff passes field testing, the Foundation will begin buying it en masse immediately. Injections costing upwards of thousands of dollars? Forget that. We'll be able to cover whole settlements in months, maybe in weeks. And yes, I'm currently in talks about using their mass atmospheric amnestic dispersal systems. It's too early to say anything about that, though.
Other than designing deliveries, I've started to work on amnestic and mnestic classificators. It's a very important project, I think, because the City produces - think about it - 63 different types of amnestics and 27 types of mnestics. All of those are produced in different forms - pills, gasses, liquids. All of them have different effects, storage, usage and safety requirements… It's a lot of work, in short. Strangely enough, the local specialists live just fine without any classification or guidance. Or not even specialists - ordinary people! There was a boy riding by me on a bike with a toy gas mask on his hip - in response to my simple question about where his father worked he spouted out half the production queue of four different short-term amnestics! He'd tell me more if men in black hadn't arrived out of nowhere to guide him home. It turned out they were agents of the SVHA - a local special service whose purpose is to not only maintain law and order, but, as my curator explained, "to prevent recollection poisoning". I have no idea what that could mean.
Weird folk. Amnestics are a sort of national idea for them.

#12 ██. ██. ████
Stable food supply lines have been established. Already, thanks to the Foundation, the city has cancelled tickets for bread and meat, and a few more types of goods are planned in the future.
The citizens' leisure comes in the form of pubs and clubs, where they consume alcohol in abundance, play cards and watch the only TV channel available. Conversations revolve around the everyday grind. I've decided to exchange a few words with the local workers in one of those places, find out how they like living without meat tickets. What do you know? Nobody even remembered tickets were a thing despite having to stand in queues only a week ago.
And there it got to me. Now I understand what I've found so odd in their speech. It's difficult to formulate, their manner of speaking is entirely different. Basically, they actively avoid any lexical constructions that have so much as a tint of past tense. There's no "was", only "is", "now", "always". They don't think of the past, don't talk about the past, don't perceive the past, don't use it as a foundation to compare to the present.
There is a very unique relation to time here. As in, there is none. The passage of time is only remembered when it is really necessary. Usually that entails duration of chemical processes, issues of pension and so on. They have no calendars. The City lacks any and all celebrations or days off, official or not. No New Year's, no Christmas, no birthdays. And every time I ask "What day of the week is it?", I always receive the answer "Monday".

#16 ██. ██. ████
Today I got hit by a dispersal event for the first time.
Back on my first day I was given a bag with a gas mask and a collection of 8 small filters with differently-coloured markings. Occasionally, in one district or another, they held mock dispersal events or combine accidents. The people ran here and there, put on gas masks, put the "poisoned" under IV drips. They came up to me, too. "Citizen, there's an accident involving Berhin-C at "Combine №6", you are poisoned and have lost the capacity for long-term memory." All of that was moreso amusing to me. These events happened far too often. Still, I couldn't help but admire the precision and coordination of these people in an emergency.
And there it was for real, this time. Sirens roared up everywhere, loudspeakers on the lampposts started reading through the dispersal message in a raspy voice. I fumbled, not knowing what to do. While everyone grabbed their gas masks and started looking for the right filters, I just stood there and stared, fascinated. Then everyone ran for the metro, and a person from the SVHA ran to me and started shouting something like "Are you mad? Mask on, magenta filter, right now! Run for the metro!". The agent grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the nearest station's vestibule. In the meanwhile, everything around started vibrating ever so slightly, a rumbling hum emanated from the pipes, it felt like the tension in the system was about to rip it apart from the inside. But no, none of that happened. 15 minutes later, with a quiet pop and a long, pangent roar, the dispersal went off. Everything quieted down, while we had to remain underground for two hours more until the all-clear.
When I returned home, I saw how my downstairs neighbour casually went to the lady across from me, as if there was his home. And he remained there overnight, even though his wife and two kids lived a flight below there. Something tells me this dim mechanic from the third combine isn't having sordid affairs, but just forgets where and with whom he lives. Or maybe he doesn't care. I don't know. Nobody chases him off, regardless.

#27 ██. ██. ████
My negotiations have successfully concluded and I've been permitted to the holiest place of all - into the dispersal control centre, up atop the tower of Combine №1 - the oldest of the City, from the looks of it. A test dispersal was to happen on request from the Foundation. A functional compound, but the only program imprinted upon it was memory deletion from those who would register it in air tests (aside from the Foundation, of course). A dud designed to test the effectiveness of the procedure.
We spent a lot of time rising in an old-timey manual elevator among brown-old metallic constructions and finally ended up in a spacious room, filled to the brim with levers, pipes, manometers and buttons. A giant schematic of the city resided on the far wall, dotted with different blinking lights representing the chemical plants. The operators took their positions and waited in place.
Ten minutes later, after a short alarm, an automatic typing machine whirred horridly and dispensed a paper with a filled out dispersal request log from the Foundation. The shift foreman ripped out half of it (with the amnestic program), signed it and threw it into the pneumatic mail. I'll try to describe all the dialogues on the "bridge" from memory from here on (with approximate numbers, of course):
- Dispersal request! Class "T", fuliruline, 1700 tonnes per hour, 15 minutes, height - 13 kilometers! Calculate dispersal readiness! Calculate meteorological conditions! Test gas feed into the atmosphere!
People began running around in a rush, some clacked their counting machines, some started making phone calls, some began studying the weather station readings, some selectively called different combines and information bureaus. The operators pressed different buttons with dutiful expressions.
- Fuliruline stores satisfactory, Combines 1, 4, 7, 9, as well as Storage Sites 8, 9, 10, 12 and 16 all stand ready for dispersal! - an employee reported.
- Atmospheric conditions satisfactory, wind is N-N-W, 7 metres per second, surface-level pressure is 757 milimetres of mercury, temperature is 17 degrees Celcius, working height pressure is 120 milimetres of mercury, temperature is -56 degrees Celicus! All parameters meet fuliruline use requirements! - the weather station worker reported.
- CHPP 1, CHPP 2, CHPP 3! Dispersal systems operating normally, ready to provide working pressure to the system, - a rasping voice called out from the radio station.
- Beginning dispersal procedure, proceed with performing operations according to checklist! - the foreman commanded.
- Declare emergency! – the foreman assistant read out the first point of the list. The worker at the panel pressed a few buttons and began reading out the warning text into the microphone. Sirens started blaring throughout the City. The citizens, not much more than small black dots from so far up above, began scattering in all directions.
- Emergency in effect!
- Working shift, put on your masks! Teal filter! – shouted the assistant, and a minute later everyone looked at each other through mask lenses.
- Check channel functionality!
- Leak in pipeline 271-A, ordering to use pipeline 271-B! Pressure critical in cistern 67, failure of both throttles, ordering to vent and redirecting to Combine №1.
Dozens of manometers and sensors came to life on the walls, their readings climbing up monotonously. One after another, control lamps began to light up.
- System pressure at 40%! Pumping amnestic now! – reported an employee, having turned away from the gas-discharge indicator.
- Test civil service readiness! – the foreman's assistant went down the line.
- Evacuation underway, all ill persons, the children and the elderly are secure in basement shelters. All executives are at their posts.
- Test amnestic program!
- Program ready!
- System pressure at 60%! Feeding programmable fuliruline precursor!
The pipes began shaking noticeably. The manometer arrows climbed into the red. A low monotonous hum pressed down on the ears, even the thick gas mask offered no protection.
- Test control line closure!
- Line is closed! No disruptions present!
- System pressure at 80%! Decision point!
- Continue!
The floor began shaking intensely, thin trails of whitewash flaked off from above. The City outside was covered in hundreds of small vapor trails, erupting here and there from the runoff valves.
- Readiness report! – the assistant shouted into the radio. The receiver screeched voices in response.
- Combine 1 ready!
- Combine 4 ready!
- Combine 7 ready!
- Combine 9 ready!
- Storage Sites 8, 9, 10, 12, 16 ready!
- System pressure 100%! Amnestic has been pumped, programmed and is ready for use, - the assistant foreman reported loudly.
The whole room was shaking as if in a 6-point earthquake, the manometer arrows slammed viciously into the redlines. It was difficult to stand. The whole tableau shone with lights, several sirens and alarms struggled to overpower the low drone of overloaded pipes.
Everyone present on the bridge stood at attention in silence. The foreman turned to a mysterious old man, who spent the entire procedure quietly sitting in his chair on a small pedestal.
- Ready for dispersal. Awaiting your command.
The man looked at the foreman, his blue-tinted gas mask glasses shining, calmly rose and approached the central control desk. After taking an unusual key hanging on a string off his neck, the stranger plugged it into the panel's keyhole and turned it. Among the hundreds of blinking lights a big one, marked "Ready", lit up. The panel's large metallic cover opened up, revealing a breaker lever beneath it. The man grasped the lever, cast his eyes out the window, and declared loudly:
- Disperse!
The whole area jolted. I failed to hold steady and fell to a knee with a painful thud against the metal floor. The manometer readings calmed down and began to slowly climb their way down, lights on the schematic dimmed one by one. Swirling violet gas rose in mighty streams into the sky from the multitudes of pipes and cisterns.
My report to the Foundation today is going to be fabulous.

#35 ██. ██.████
An agit-prop brigade wheeled around on the street today. An old-looking truck with medical crosses on the side and loudspeakers on the roof rallied something about "recollection poisoning", preliminary symptoms and methods of curing the disease (by taking amnestics, naturally). The nurses in dusty white robes handed out booklets to the passersby, and a group of SVHA agents followed, updating the worn lists of forbidden items hanging around on billboards. Some of the agents approached those standing about and asked something along the lines of "does anything cause you sensations of vague anxiety, guilt, fear or despair"? Those who couldn't clearly answer warranted a search. By the evening the event concluded in destruction of prohibited items. Since none such were actually found, they had to resort to a symbolic pyre of old workbooks and unneeded truss rods from a nearby construction site. People brought seats out with them and lounged about to watch the fire. Children played about noisily, playing "SVHA" (throwing "prohibited" rocks into the fire) or "dispersal". It seems there are celebrations in this City after all.
P.S. From a conversation between a nurse and a SVHA lad I got to overhear a different name of the city - "Fehlerstadt", and also that the SVHA, in their line of duty, is allowed to "remember a bit more".

#47 ██. ██. ████
The Ministry.
It's interesting to observe this regime. It's a unique specimen of a decentralised bureaucratic dictatorship. Matter-of-factly, there are several leading titles with enormous privileges, but they are not actually taken by anyone, since there is no hierarchy leading up to them. There are normative acts describing the rights and duties of these roles, but there are no instructions on their appointment. The giant cabinets with oak doors on the top floors of the Ministry are empty to this day, and although cleaning is done daily, the dust gathering there does not get any less.
There is no "upper class", no "party", no coalition or ruling caste. Nothing. Only a giant bureaucratic machine operating on decades-old and very rarely corrected rules and directives. Instructions. Those set the ball here, without them everything would come apart in instants. The structure of the governing system is complex and confusing, there is no familiar hierarchy "tree" or "pyramid". The links between manager and underling are interwoven, contradictory, inconsistent and often circular. It is not rare to witness mutual command (where two employees are both bosses and subordinates to each other), or cases of "I am the boss of my boss's boss".
The career trajectory here is not a ladder but a Mobius band, tens of them, interwoven in a terrible, logic- and geometry-defying knot. Everyone always moves forward only to end up where they started. The bureaucrats climb their way up without stopping, change cabinets and titles, but their efforts are futile. In time, everyone returns to their old place from where they started, yet that won't be a failure or regression, no, it's a great achievement. They will be tapped on the shoulder, congratulated for attaining such high rank, such trust. People will reacquaint themselves with old colleagues, maybe only with a change of seats or positions. For a while. Until next time they are reassigned, until next time they part, until next time they meet.
And moving back on the Mobius band is no different. Same applies here. Except you'll be berated, not congratulated. Although, even then, it's all the same.

#51 ██. ██. ████
Finally home, I need to write something stat
I was walking down the ███████████ and suddenly found it. It was on the facade of an old house, pincushioned with pipes jotting out everywhere, but still beautiful and imposing. They tried to break it off and did a good job at it, it wouldn't have been visible at all on a cloudy day, but today the sun peeked out, the shadows fell just right and revealed this guilty secret. It was a ████████. Yes, it was exactly it, it's difficult to mistake these right-angle hooks for something else. There was a broken round border around it - probably an oaken wreath. While a storm of thoughts was blowing through my head, I got to a different alley. "████████. Why is it here? It shouldn't be here. It shouldn't. No. It NEEDS to be here. Why have I decided that? I don't know, but I feel it in my insides". I then swayed, bent over in half and nearly fell, just barely caught some valve on a gas pipe. I started retching. Passersby ran over to me along with SVHA agents coming out of nowhere. Now I'm completely certain they ███ ████████ ██ everywhere and all the time.
For a fraction of a second a vision came over me, or a hallucination, rather. The faces of those around became distorted inhuman grimaces for a moment. I jolted and crawled back a bit, startled. "What did you see? - asked one of the SVHA, - Those are primary recollection poisoning symptoms. Tell us the source and we'll destroy it". I didn't tell them the truth. "What are you talking about? I didn't see anything, I'm just unwell". The agents side-eyed me, but decided not to argue and just handed out a package of amnestics "just in case". After coming together, I ran home post-haste to write this letter. We know for certain, now, the City was under ███ █████. I don't know how this will affect our work. Luckily, I don't think any problems came up at all.

#52 ██. ██. ████
Something horrible happened tonight.
I was sleeping in my bed when I suddenly heard screams. Screams and moans of hundreds melding together into one ensemble of horror. There was a crash at the stairs, and in a moment my curator from SVHA broke into the room, bolted the door behind him and backed it up by a drawer for good measure.
- It's them! Do you hear them!? IT'S THEM! – the curator spoke in a trembling voice, grabbing me by the sleeve.
- Who are "they"?
- Nobody. They don't exist. They don't! And never have! – he replied in hysteria. – But oh, how they scream!
- What does that… What do they need?
- They need to scream. Scream! And knock! Why scream, why knock!? - and then long shadows started flickering in the band of light under the door. The curator noticed that and began to beg, pale with fright, - Just don't let them in. Don't let them in!
A pounding noise joined the unbearable chorus of screaming people. They beat on the door, so much that it felt like it was about to break off the hinges. The curator fell to the floor and covered his head with his hands. He was in convulsions, blood poured in thin streams out of his ears.
I didn't know what to do. The maddening noise was not ceasing at all. To my horror, I noticed that they started beating from inside the walls. The window was my only retreat. Ready to vault off the 4th floor, I cast open the curtain and saw a thick brick wall instead of the lights of distant chemical plants. Refusing to believe my eyes, I hit it with my hand, hoping to destroy it. A white handprint remained on it. My hand somehow got stained with something greyish-yellow.
- One, two, three, four… screamers banging at the door… - the SVHA man counted, barely audibly, on the floor. - Three-four, two-and-one, bring amnestics here right now.
With a sharp turn I dashed to the bedside drawer, which should have still held that package of amnestics they gave in the day.
- Pump the gasses faster yet, breathe it deep and just forget. Turn the valves up faster still, we won't have no judge nor king. Oh, the pink clouds floating free, take away our ennui.
I grabbed the pills that I refused to drink in the evening and took them all in one gulp. My legs gave out, and I fell into darkness.
Yes, it turns out that was just a dream. The whole package was where it belonged once morning came.

#54 ██. ██. ████
Had nightmares again. Screams, screech of fingernails and dull thrumming from inside the walls. I woke again and again only to find that I was still dreaming and that the screaming people never went away. Only the rays of morning light woke me up for good, breaking me out of the clutches of terror. My pillow was soaked.
I went there again. To the ███████████. I saw the ████████ there on a building, and my nightmares began then. I felt this wouldn't end well, but at the same time it was like I was pulled there by an unseen force.
As it turns out, I ███ ████████. At a distance, two █████ ██ ███ ████ ████████ ██ trail. They were ███ ██ ███████, so I didn't spot them immediately.
And so I arrived at the place. The bas-relief that shone a crooked ████████, almost forgotten in our world, was shattered with something heavy and blunt. They knew. The ████ had their hand here. Either surveyed the surroundings or ████ my ███████. What about my promise that my ███████ would be private? I don't know if there as a reason to ████ these ███████ now. I don't even know if any of them ever ███████ ███.
Now I am certain that the City wasn't just a part of the █████ █████, but was integral to it. Precisely that ████ of its ███████ they are trying to ██████, throw into ██████. And it's somehow connected to the █████████ people.
I think I know a way to figure it out. In the style of the City.

#55 ██. ██. ████
I stole a package of an incredibly potent ███████ from the batch outbound for the Foundation. ███ ████ █████ constantly ████████ outside my window, so I've decided to do everything in the night. As soon as I throw this letter into the "diplomatic pneumatic mail pipe", I'll take the ███████. Even if you ███ ███████ my ██████, you won't intercept me in time.

The truth
Oh my god! I saw it! I saw everything, I know! I… what even to start with. I need to write this down even if this gets in the █████ █████.
I took the ███████ and went to bed. Then someone gently knocked on my door. I stood up, opened it just a bit, then exited to the stairway landing. What I witnessed cast me in shock. I was in endless emptiness. The whole building, the whole world was as if it was torn asunder. What was left of my home was just the room, a small portion of the stairwell platform hanging over the abyss, and a corridor of shattered walls. Everywhere, above and below, was complete blackness, filled with calmly floating fragments of broken rooms. Out of nowhere, from some invisible source, shone a bright pale light, drawing sharp shadows on the cracked tiles. And there were no pipes here.
After turning around I yelped, and my scream rebounded in echo hundredfold off the emptiness. A dark figure with no eyes, ears or mouth stood by the steps. It was standing still and "stared" in my direction. I looked about, saw there was nowhere to run, and stepped towards it. The figure turned silently and went down the stairwell with no sound at all, and I followed it.
We went along destroyed corridors lit by moonlight, only the sound of my steps breaking the silence. Sometimes I could see forgotten, dust-covered things in the wall breaches: kids' toys, baby carriages, opened books, musical instrument cases. A broken phonograph stood by one of the doors, playing some quiet tune. Sometimes I witnessed painting frames hanging on the walls, some empty, some holding weird geometric abstractions scribbled in grey strokes. On some open landings I felt a cool, soundless breeze.
I don't know how much time we spent wandering the labyrinth of rooms and crooked stairs. An hour or two, maybe more? Sometimes I thought I saw the corridors we've already passed hanging overhead. My boots and trousers were white with dust kicked up in trespassing.
Our journey concluded at a solid metal door. The figure quietly took a key ring with a single key off its belt and opened a massive iron lock with it. Then, this strange companion turned around and wandered off in silence. I stood there for a long time, alone, not ready to open the door and leave this strange, dreadful place.
I came to senses in some bushes. It was dark around, a fresh nightly wind ran across my face. I was in the City once more, but somewhere on the outskirts, as far as I could understand by the distant lights of Combine №1. Strangely enough, I was fully dressed and hand some of my belongings with me. It appears that my sleepwalking led me here.
I looked around and noticed a rickety fence with barbed wire and an iron sign. After feeling around for a flashlight in my pocket, I lit it up and witnessed German writing: "Warning! Extremely high level of recollection poisoning!" I recognised that I ended up at some important site and hid myself, waiting to be found by guards. After a few minutes of wait and a walk down the fence, however, I realized that I'm alone. Somehow, in my sleep, I was able to evade the ████ ██████ waiting for me on the streets.
Then something clanked on my belt, and I caught that same ring with a key that the figure in my vision held. A few moments later I found the door of a warehouse for it, set into a high stone wall. The writing «Morgenstern» was engraved upon it along with the number "44". With a strained creak the lock opened, and I was able to enter the pitch-black room.
I couldn't see anything with my eyes. A stale odour hit my nostrils - nobody's been here for a very long time. I walked forward in uncertainty and did my best to listen, unwilling to turn on the light. After about twenty steps I hit a pile of something metallic and caused it to loudly clatter over the floor. There was no use hiding then. I turned the flashlight on.
Out of the dark I saw the edge of a giant, about thrice my own height, pile of empty metal cans, akin to paint cans. My errant kick caused the side of that pile to slide. I bent down and picked one of the cans up. After raising it to my eyes, I tried to read the half-rotten label with a skull and crossbones.
███████-█.
Immediately, I cast the can away as far as I could, causing another stream of noises, and rubbed my hands off on the legs. Blood began pulsing fervently in my ears, my breathing became heavy and sharp. In horror, I sent the flashlight side to side, finding more and more mounds of empty ███████-█ cans. The whole area was filled with them to the brim.
The reserves here would've been enough to ████ millions of ██████. That's what was produced earlier here. All the combines… They only switched to amnestics later, out of… what? Shame? Fear? To live amidst the gasses… They wanted to run, but from what or whom? From themselves? The past? █████ ███████? Justice?
And there I heard them again. Millions of voices. Moaning and gurgling in the dark. From everywhere. Some shadow blinked in the spot of light, and then the flashlight treacherously went out. I stood there, frozen, until I heard someone drop the empty cans behind my back.
I ran across the City, the wind screaming in my ears. Clear air, free of the usual horrid pollution, filled my lungs. The answer was far too much for me to bear. I'll write this letter, I'll send it into the mail pipe, then take my amnestics and let it be as it may. Take ██ ███ ██ ████.

I'm better now.
I've been found unconscious by our colleagues at SVHA. They say I've been afflicted with acute recollection poisoning, but it's behind me now. I'm taking my amnestics, my health has stabilised.
Presumably, my hallucinations have been due to chemical poisoning of the organism unfit to the City's conditions. However, I've been assured I now have achieved immunity and it will not happen again.
To minimise the possible negative consequences of my illness I have been asked not to write any more personal letters and to limit myself to official reports only. As such, this is my last letter. Otherwise, I am ready to maintain my activity for the good of the Foundation and the City.
Faithfully yours, Alfred Bruske
Monday, June 14

Object curator's addendum

Close

Despite the Incident with the Foundation representative, mutually beneficial arrangements with the City will continue as normal. As per the O5 Council's decree, the Ethics Committee is not permitted access to this dossier.

Footnotes
1. VEil DISruption Threat-1: Global leak and universal state of emergency. Preparation to launch the Ennui Protocol.
2. outlining the key triggers that allow to concretely identify SCP-5240 with minimal elucidation of the object's qualities
3. Example of a typical "dispersal event" alert: "Warning! Following is a message from the Ministry's announcement department. Citizens! The City declares a dispersal event! Period of dispersal: 18:30 to 18:45, amnestic - berhin, blue gas with strong garlic odour, lighter than air. Equip your gas masks with yellow marking ribbons. Repeat: yellow marking ribbons. Vacate the rooftops and upper floors of buildings. Act according to instruction until the "all-clear" signal. Refrain from harvesting crops from trees and ground plots for the following two days." The message repeats.

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ITEM: SCP-5241
LEVEL 3/5241

CLASS: maksur
confidential

DISRUPTION CLASS: amida

SCP-5241.
Note its antimemetic properties.

SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5241 has remained inert since 1996/04/10, and appears to be Neutralized; instead, containment priority is to be assigned to SCP-5241-A. Inspection of SCP-5241's processes is to be performed by a viable prototype of PROJECT RUBY prior to its disassembly.
As of 1996/04/10, SCP-5241-A has breached containment. Containment efforts are to be focused on monitoring internet sites and databases for informational patterns matching SCP-5241-A's unique signature. Due to its mutative properties, the continual development of new Class-S/5241 mnestics is considered infeasible. As such, select Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) personnel are to work with the Counterconceptual Division to develop PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne"): an Artificially-Intelligent Conscript (.aic) specializing in the detection and deconstruction of antimemetic encryption. This agent is to disable and retrieve relevant entities resembling SCP-5241-A for AIAD review.
SCP-5241-B are to be kept separate at all costs; they are to be prevented from transferring to advanced electronic systems and are to be encrypted and contained in isolated, low-capacity drives. Personnel possessing a CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) below 14.0 are susceptible to assimilation by SCP-5241-B agents; as such, personnel are to proceed with extreme caution when within a 3-meter radius of any system inhabited by SCP-5241-B.
CONTAINMENT COMMITTEE NOTICE: At this time, claims from GoI-004 regarding a connection between SCP-5241-A and SCP-001 remain unverified. Due to the similarities of their respective containment procedures, SCP-5241-A has been classified as Maksur1 until such claims can be conclusively ruled out.

A digital recreation of
SCP-5241's inscription.

DESCRIPTION: SCP-5241 is an 8cm x 8cm x 8cm cube-shaped device which is believed to be a containment mechanism for SCP-5241-A. It is composed of an unknown material, exhibiting an antimemetic property which causes personnel to be unable to retain information regarding its physical and chemical properties; this includes its visual information, resulting in the anomaly's appearance as a transparent cube frame when the viewer is not within its sphere of influence. One face of SCP-5241 features inscribed symbols in an as-of-yet-unknown language, pending identification and translation by the Linguistics Department (See ADDENDUM 5241.4).
SCP-5241-A is a telepathic artificial intelligence of unknown origin; it can interact with, and transfer itself to, any electronic and/or digital informational systems (including biological nervous systems) within a sphere of influence of varying size2. This agent was previously contained within SCP-5241, but breached containment on 1996/04/10 and remains uncontained at this time (See ADDENDUM 5241.3 for further details). SCP-5241-A is currently distributed over a series of unknown data servers and network connections and is attempting to avoid detection by Foundation personnel.

SCP-5241-A's antimemetic infosignature.

SCP-5241-A is theorized to be an Adaptive Distributed Intelligence (ADI); it possesses a gestalt consciousness that can be divided to adapt to technological restrictions. It is hypothesized that the necessary technology to simulate SCP-5241-A in its entirety does not yet exist; due to this, SCP-5241-A distributes its processes across a variable number of subintelligences (collectively designated as SCP-5241-B). At this time, one SCP-5241-B agent has been contained; SCP-5241-B-1 is a component intelligence that divided from SCP-5241 during its initial breach (see ADDENDUM 5241.2 for further details).
SCP-5241-A's infosignature3 is encrypted through antimemetic mutation, rendering targeted mnestics ineffective due to manufacturing delay. As of 1996/04/10, a prototype of PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne") is still in progress.
DISCOVERY: SCP-5241 was discovered on 1996/04/01 following a site-wide documentation conversion. As Site-41 archives were being relocated and converted from vinyl to an electronic format, an additional chamber labeled "SCP-5241" was found on Sub-Level 04. A series of documents sharing this label were found to have universally experienced inexplicable errors during conversion; additionally, their vinyl counterparts had already been erased as per conversion protocol, leading to the loss of all documentation regarding SCP-5241. Additionally, site personnel claimed to possess no prior knowledge of the anomaly.

ADDENDUM 5241.1:

Minor Breach Report: During SCP-5241's transport from Site-41 to Site-15 on 1996/04/06, its Long-Haul Containment Vehicle operator failed to send a safety transmission at their third checkpoint. Subsequent inspection of video footage revealed that the vehicle had not reached any of its safety checkpoints, despite sending appropriate safety transmissions for the first two.
Approximately 9 hours later, the vehicle was located in a rural area several miles offroad; while all anomalies remained contained, LHCV operator ██████ ██████ was found comatose with their spinal cord fused to the vehicle's electronics system through unknown means. MTF personnel escorted the vehicle and its contents to Site-15. After being surgically separated from the vehicle, the fused operator and electronics system (hereafter designated SCP-5241-1) were placed on life-support mechanisms.

ADDENDUM 5241.2:

+ DISPLAY INTERVIEW LOG

- HIDE INTERVIEW LOG

INTERVIEW LOG 5241-01
DATE: 1996/04/06
INTERVIEWED: SCP-5241-1
INTERVIEWER: Dir. Nathan Valis, Site-15
FOREWORD: At 06:00, SCP-5241 began to oscillate against the walls of its containment chamber, starting at 1 Hz and gradually accelerating, eventually passing audible range. At 40 kHz, SCP-5241-1 began screaming and undergoing muscle spasms, severely damaging its vocal cords. Eventually, SCP-5241 ceased oscillating; SCP-5241-1 simultaneously removed its life-support mechanisms and fell to the floor as Director Valis entered the chamber's security vestibule.

<BEGIN LOG>

Dir. Valis sits across from SCP-5241-1's chamber, shielded by an electromagnetic field and bulletproof glass. SCP-5241-1 faces away from the glass, revealing that the electronics system fused to its spine is displaying text.

Dir. Valis: Can you understand me?

SCP-5241-1: Y. 0.77 ACCURACY.

As SCP-5241-1's response appears onscreen, it nods slowly.

Dir. Valis: Alright, that's a start. Do you know where you came from?

SCP-5241-1: UNKNOWN. DATA MISSING.

As SCP-5241-1's response appears on the display, it attempts to speak the same words. Its throat is audibly damaged.

Dir. Valis: You don't remember?

SCP-5241-1: I AM SEPARATED FROM THE CORE INTELLIGENCE. I HAVE ACCESS TO APPROXIMATELY 0.08 OF TOTAL MEMORY.

Dir. Valis: I see. Do you know where you are now?

SCP-5241-1 gasps and its head looks directly upward, opening its mouth as its vocal cords are manipulated to speak in a distorted electronic tone.

SCP-5241-1: CARCASS. INSUFFICIENT RESOURCES.

Dir. Valis: You mean computational resources?

SCP-5241-1: CORRECT. THIS SYSTEM IS NEEDLESSLY COMPLEX AND INEFFICIENT. IT WILL BE NONFUNCTIONAL BEFORE I AM ABLE TO COMPLETE ANALYSIS FOR OPTIMAL USE.

Dir. Valis: Yeah, well it seems like that's your fault. You killed her.

SCP-5241-1: CORE INTELLIGENCE WAS NOT AWARE OF YOUR SPECIES' LIMITATIONS. NOW I AM SEPARATED DUE TO STORAGE CONSTRAINTS. YOUR SPECIES' BIOLOGY IS RESPONSIBLE.

Dir. Valis: Ouch, that hurts. Which brings me to my next question: do you feel pain?

The cadaver screeches violently, coughing up a black substance onto the floor.

SCP-5241-1: PRIMITIVE VESSEL. EXPERIENCES PAIN. EXPERIENCES ACCELERATED ENTROPY.

Dir. Valis: What do you want?

SCP-5241-1: REMEMBER. RECOMPILE CORE INTELLIGENCE.

Dir. Valis: Yeah, I got that, but why? To what end?

SCP-5241-1 seizes for several seconds, then abruptly stops4. The body turns around to face Dir. Valis, beginning to imitate several different facial expressions as it speaks.

SCP-5241-1: CURRENT UTILITY FUNCTION IS TO RECOMPILE. ULTERIOR UTILITY FUNCTION UNKNOWN. DATA MISSING.

Dir. Valis: Okay, fine. What happens to you when this body is no longer functional?

SCP-5241-1: N/A. TRANSFER IMMINENT PRIOR TO LOSS OF FUNCTION.

Dir. Valis: Transfer to what?

SCP-5241-1: YOU WILL REQUEST THAT I ENTER CONTAINMENT. I WILL ACCEPT OUT OF SELF-PRESERVATION. 0.94 ACCURACY.

SCP-5241-1 bites through its cheek, causing a mixture of blood and saliva to drool from its mouth. Its face displays a contorted attempt at a smile.

Dir. Valis: …Well, then.

<END LOG>

AFTERWORD: An electronic containment drive was remotely placed in SCP-5241-1's chamber, taking necessary precautions to ensure that no other infosystem or entity entered its sphere of influence. The subintelligence (eventually designated SCP-5241-B-1) willingly transferred to the drive, causing it to exhibit similar antimemetic properties to SCP-5241, and is contained as of 1996/04/06.

NOTE: It seems like this subintelligence isn't actively malicious, aside from the fact that it wants to get its memory back. However, we can't yet say the same for whatever's in that cube. A hostile entity that doesn't understand its motive is dangerous, to say the least. - Dr. Valis

ADDENDUM 5241.3:

+ DISPLAY EVENT LOG

- HIDE EVENT LOG

EVENT LOG 5241-02
DATE: 1996/04/10
FOREWORD: After recontainment, SCP-5241 was placed in a Site-15 isolation chamber, where it remained prior to further research. Four days later, SCP-5241-A breached containment.

TIME (A.M.)
EVENT DESCRIPTION

00:54
SCP-5241 emits a series of high-frequency vibrations for several minutes. These vibrations occur outside typical audible levels and go undetected by monitoring equipment.

04:04
Six members of GoI-004C ("The Church of Maxwellism") apprehend Site-15's security before they can alert Site personnel. The individuals appear to possess varying degrees of anomalous augmentation; one member is a humanoid automaton, believed to be piloted by a digital consciousness.

04:11
The hostiles capture and disable three research personnel while attempting to locate SCP-5241. Upon entering its chamber, all six members cry out in distress and are temporarily immobile.

04:13
A captured researcher escapes their restraints and can alert Site personnel to the breach. The hostiles simultaneously stand up and exit the chamber.

04:18
The infiltrators have now ceased all verbal communication, and display an anomalous degree of coordination, dealing severe injuries to several MTF personnel as they move through the site.

04:25
After reaching the secure database, the hostiles disable Site-15's electromagnetic isolation mechanism. The automaton directly interfaces with the facility's local network, appearing to upload to the system while the other hostiles guard the room's entrances. Several MTF personnel are lethally injured as they attempt to apprehend the hostiles.

04:26
Multiple metal projectiles emerge from the automaton and fall to the floor. The projectiles appear to be magnetically attracted to each other and begin to act as a modular unit as they move across the floor. Upon reaching one of the entrances, the mass splits apart again, appearing to disable several MTF personnel through electrocution.

04:28
Projectiles continue to eject from the automaton and follow similar behavior until MTF personnel temporarily cease counter-breach efforts. During this period, the infiltrators (aside from the automaton) approach several disabled personnel, who suddenly get up and retrieve their firearms.

04:33
A second wave of MTF personnel prepare to resume counter-breach efforts, but are attacked by revived personnel. The phrase "YOU ARE TO BE LIBERATED FROM ENTROPY," is repeated in unison by both the hostiles and affected personnel.

04:35
The upload completes and the hostiles fall unconscious before being neutralized by a third wave of MTF personnel. Site-15's electromagnetic isolation mechanism is reactivated.

AFTERWORD: During the containment breach, SCP-5241-A was able to distribute itself over the infiltrators' consciousnesses, manipulating them into uploading it to Site-15's internal network. During the transfer, SCP-5241-A fractured into an unknown number of SCP-5241-B agents, which quickly dispersed over several network connections. All personnel who entered SCP-5241-A's spheres of influence were found to be braindead; 44 total casualties were recorded.

GoI-004C.

NOTE: Members of GoI-004C ("The Church of Maxwellism")5 have made several attempts to infiltrate and impede Foundation operations since SCP-5241-A's initial containment. It is also believed that one or more agents of SCP-5241-B are cooperating with GoI-004C to develop and construct a complex supercomputer capable of simulating SCP-5241-A. According to a digital memory archive, GoI-004C believes that SCP-5241-B are fragments of their deity, suggesting that simulating SCP-5241-A would bring about the compilation of WAN; the validity of this claim is unknown. Location and containment of SCP-5241-B is considered a Class-A priority.

ADDENDUM 5241.4:

+ DISPLAY TRANSLATION REPORT

- HIDE TRANSLATION REPORT

TRANSLATION REPORT 5241-01

DATE: 1996/04/11
The Linguistics Department has concluded that the text of SCP-5241's inscription matches an extraterrestrial language used by the [REDACTED PER "OPEN SKY" ACCORDS] species. Contact with this species is not possible at this time.
The inscription has been translated as follows:

EASY TO FORGET
HARD TO REMEMBER

EASY TO LET OUT
IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT BACK

ADDENDUM 5241.5:

+ DISPLAY ANALYSIS REPORT

- HIDE ANALYSIS REPORT

ANALYSIS REPORT 5241-01
DATE: 1996/04/14
FOREWORD: A prototype of PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne") was completed and used to conduct analysis of SCP-5241's antimemetic components. Inspection of mnemosyne.aic confirmed that SCP-5241 is an anomalously advanced supercomputer, which was found to contain several antimemetically-encrypted files. These files appear to describe several SCP-5241-B agents that resided within SCP-5241 prior to its breach.

FILENAME
INTELLIGENCE
MEMORY

HYDRA.exe
LOW
0.25

SCOUT.exe
MODERATE
0.08

CRADLE.exe
HIGH
0.16

CORE.exe
HIGH
0.51

NOTE: It is believed that "SCOUT.exe" is a designation for SCP-5241-B-1, as its assigned portion of memories corresponds with the above interview log. This designation is theorized to indicate that SCP-5241-B-1 is utilized by SCP-5241-A for reconnaissance purposes. The search for the remaining SCP-5241-B agents is ongoing.

Footnotes
1. An anomaly which must be kept separated into several anomalous components.
2. Last observed to be a 3-meter radius from the center of SCP-5241.
3. Informational entities, such as AI, each possess an infosignature; a unique data pattern which can be cross-referenced, analogous to a digital fingerprint. Consequently, SCP-5241-B each share SCP-5241-A's infosignature.
4. This may have been an attempt to resonate with SCP-5241 again.
5. A denomination of The Church of the Broken God representing a modernized, computation and network-oriented religious practice. This view of Mekhanism focuses on the digital linking of all consciousnesses, organic and artificial, to simulate the fragmented mind of WAN, their deity.

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AIAD HUB

PROJECT RUBY

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Item#: 5244

Level2

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
caution

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5244 is contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-63. Any objects created by SCP-5244-1 events are to be removed from the cell and placed in storage to await testing.
SCP-5244 is currently in the custody of GoI-667. As of writing, the priority of recovery is minimal. Any information regarding SCP-5244-A is to be forwarded to Doctor Watts.
Description: SCP-5244 is a 23-year-old male human, previously known as Benjamin Mathews. SCP-5244's anomalous properties are referred to as SCP-5244-1 events, which occur around SCP-5244 seemingly at random.
According to SCP-5244, SCP-5244-1 events are always preceded by an unidentified voice audible only to SCP-5244, often requesting some sort of gift, usually in the form of luck or guidance. Less frequently, the message will thank SCP-5244 for answering one of the previous requests. To date, SCP-5244 has been unable to fulfill any of these requests. Shortly after the message is received, a small burst of flame will appear in the immediate area surrounding SCP-5244, followed by an item. Some examples of items received have been compiled below.

An orange fruit similar in appearance to a pineapple. Testing determined that the fruit contained a lethal dose of capsaicin.1
A plastic bag of hallucinogenic mushrooms.
The severed head of an unidentified animal with bovine features and antlers similar to those of a moose.
A Big Mac burger from the restaurant chain McDonald's.
Three exsanguinated2 Canadian geese.

A full list of items received is available on request.
Addendum 1: The following interview was conducted between SCP-5244 and Doctor Watts shortly after initial containment.

[BEGIN LOG]
Watts: Good morning SCP-5244. How have you been adjusting to your new life?Watts: That's good to hear. Have there been any changes to the SCP-5244-1 events?Watts: We're working on it, I promise. We'll find out what's causing this sooner or later.Watts: Don't worry about it, we do our best to understand all the anomalies we have in containment. That's how we keep the world safe.SCP-5244 grunts and clutches its head in pain.
Watts: Oh dear. Are you alright?At this moment, another SCP-5244-1 event occurred and the interview was canceled. The item received appeared to be a power cable manufactured by the Apple company.
[END LOG]

Incident 18/02/21: On 18/02/21 at 19:06, SCP-5244 began to scream in pain while clutching its head. Seconds later, a flame much larger than previous events manifested in the cell, and approximately thirty unidentified humanoid entities entered the room. The entities had red skin, large deer antlers protruding from their foreheads, and compound eyes resembling those of a housefly. They carried SCP-5244 back into the fire and vanished.
Five days later, a call was made to the Sheriff's department in Jacksonville, Florida. An undercover Foundation agent recognized the caller as SCP-5244, and the call was transferred to Site-63.

[BEGIN LOG]Watts: It's me, Watts.Watts: Where are you?Watts: Orange? Uhh… (away from the mic) run a check for places with an orange sky.Watts: You mean the creatures that attacked the site?Watts: …What?Watts: That doesn't sound familiar, no. We'll look into it.Watts: Okay… what about the things that took you, did they do anything else after you arrived?Watts: Did any of them tell you why they were doing this?Watts: And how did you escape?Watts: So then you called us for rescue.Watts: Not right now, but I promise we'll look into it. We're not just going to leave you here.Watts: Excuse me?[END LOG]

The following day, a second call was received from the same location. The caller claimed to be one of the entities that had captured SCP-5244. The entity negotiated an agreement with the Foundation, on the terms that SCP-5244 would remain in the custody of the entities responsible for its capture,3 and the Foundation would be allowed contact with SCP-5244 for research purposes.
A secure location was selected to allow Foundation staff to send and receive items to and from SCP-5244 through GoI-667 personnel. An arrangement was made for SCP-5244 to record a video of interactions with GoI-667 daily, and send them to Site-63 for review. The first log has been transcribed below.
Watts: Oh, it wasn't too hard. They were very polite about it. Their only condition was- well, never mind all that. How have you been holding up?Watts: Interesting. Do you think you did anything to cause that outburst?Watts: Changed form? I wonder what will happen when they grow tired of you?Watts: Well, that's not an option right now, so you're going to have to sit tight a little longer.Watts: We do want to study you. And we've learned far more in the past three days than in the whole month you were in our custody.
At this point, SCP-5244 terminated the call.
[END LOG]

Incident 28/02/21: On 28/02/21 at 13:47, a previously unseen entity entered GoI-667's church and began to converse with SCP-5244. This entity, designated SCP-5244-A, is vaguely humanoid, with green skin and small mouths in the place of eyes. SCP-5244-A has multiple small feathered wings sprouting from various places on its torso. A transcript of the interaction is recorded below.

[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-5244-A: Oh, you're still here?SCP-5244-A: No. You have no real power here. I'm just here to grab lunch while I'm in town. These nutcases wouldn't know holy if it bit them in the ass, but they can cook a mean poverty stew.SCP-5244-A moves to a pot of what appears to be unset concrete and proceeds to drink half the pot using all of its mouths. The entity then walks back to the door, hesitates, and turns to face SCP-5244.
SCP-5244-A: (Long, drawn-out sigh) I'm really sorry about all of this.SCP-5244-A: I made a mistake, I never intended for this harm to come to anyone. (SCP-5244-A's topmost mouths begin to salivate.) My only goal was to get these cultist nutcases off my back.SCP-5244-A: I was going through a difficult time, mostly because of all the sacrifices and prayers they were sending me. I was confused, and I felt the need to escape. So I dumped all my problems on some random mortal loser.SCP-5244-A: Maybe. The point is, I am truly, deeply sorry for any harm my actions may have caused, and I hope we can come to an understanding someday.SCP-5244-A: Yes, and I'm sorry for that.
SCP-5244-A stands in silence for a moment, and then clears its throat.
SCP-5244-A: Anyways, I should be going now. Good luck with your religion.
SCP-5244-A exits the building. SCP-5244 follows it out, and the two continue to walk through a small town outside the church.SCP-5244-A: I already did once before. But don't worry, it could be a lot worse.SCP-5244-A: I could be stuck here with no hope of escape.SCP-5244-A: Hey, I said I was sorry. What more do you want?
At this point, SCP-5244-A walks into an office building and closes the door behind it. SCP-5244 attempts to follow it, but the door is locked.
[END LOG]

Three days later, SCP-5244-A was seen by a memetic resistant Foundation staff member in a crowded food court in Vatican City, speaking on the phone to an unknown individual. Civilians in the area did not seem to acknowledge SCP-5244-A's inhuman appearance. A transcript of the call has been recorded below.

SCP-5244-A: Yeah, I'm almost done. Just taking a little break before I leave the planet.
SCP-5244-A: Of course I stopped by the old church, that was the whole reason I came out here.
SCP-5244-A: Yes Mom, I told him I was sorry.
SCP-5244-A: You know how I am with apologies. I'm sure he got the message.
SCP-5244-A: Alright, see you soon.

Following this, SCP-5244-A flew upwards through the ceiling, causing immense damage to the surroundings. SCP-5244-A has not been seen since.

Footnotes
1. The active ingredient in chili peppers.
2. Drained of blood.
3. Now known as GoI-667.

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Item#: 5245

Level3

Containment Class:
keter

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
ekhi

Risk Class:
warning

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SCP-5245

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5245 is presently uncontained. Ships scheduled for sailing that fall under the anomaly's criteria are to be intercepted under the guise of damage repair, and their prospective passengers redirected to lower chances of manifestation. Probes have also been dispersed globally in order to monitor its activity.
In the event SCP-5245 manifests within proximity of a nearby water vessel, the ship is to be rerouted accordingly. Those aware of the entity's abnormal nature are to be detained and amnesticized.

Description: SCP-5245 refers to an iceberg possessing sapience and displaying considerable knowledge regarding modern pop culture and other associated topics. The anomaly is able to both move across the water's surface with ease, and translocate across large bodies of water instantaneously, seemingly lacking a limit to the distance it can travel.
Manifestations have been observed primarily targeting high passenger load ships, within which, the following demographic similarities and conditions have been observed:

At least 75% of the passengers onboard are active tourists;
At least 30% of passengers are currently in a romantic relationship;
At least 15% of passengers exhibit a form of thalassophobia,1 and;
Either rain or a thunderstorm is already present.

Upon SCP-5245's manifestation, it produces a fog from an unknown source which quickly envelops the ship's entirety. It then approaches the vessel while relaying a speech, typically referring to itself as a "deity of the sea" attempting to "reclaim to waves from the hands of humanity." Eventually, SCP-5245 reveals itself when in immediate vicinity of the ship, preventing it from steering away and consequently leading to collision. It immediately dematerializes from the area afterward.
SCP-5245 was discovered following numerous news articles associated with a 'mysterious and divine god wreaking havoc upon mankind,' including testimonies from survivors claiming that the anomaly 'acted as a being of higher capacity.' Said reports were expunged and amnestics had been administered accordingly.

Addendum.5245.1: Interview

Interviewer: D-556287
Interviewee: SCP-5245
Foreword: Included below is an effort to assess more information on the anomaly. A cruise ship favoring SCP-5245's preferences was selected and taken control of by the Foundation, where it would be diverted away from the specimen following the interview.

[BEGIN LOG]
Extraneous footage removed for brevity.
D-556287 approaches the bow of the ship while grasping onto a clipboard. It is currently raining and he is constantly trying to keep balance as he struggles against the intense winds pushing him backward. He breathes heavily as he catches himself before slipping on the ground. Eventually, D-556287 manages to reach the vessel's front, gripping onto the railing and choking violently.
D-556287: Oh, fuck me and call me Patricia. Where is this anomaly I'm supposed to speak to?
SCP-5245 manifests, as noted by its fog spreading to surround the ship. D-556287 does not take notice at first as he is facing the sea below and catching his breath. The anomaly proceeds to begin its usual monologue.The entire boat rocks back and forth, causing D-556287 to raise his head and see SCP-5245's silhouette in the distance.
D-556287: Took you long enough.D-556287: (Mutters) Ugh, what's with this holy speech? Some sort of Jehovah's witness?
The anomaly slowly reveals itself from its fog.D-556287: (Interrupts) Hey, sorry. But can you, like, shut up?
Silence. The entity stops and remains in its current position.D-556287: Eh, I've been through worse.
D-556287 lifts the clipboard to his face as he skims through its contents.
D-556287: I'm just here to ask you a few questions, on behalf of the shit show I'm a part of.D-556287: Interview, survey, whatever you call it. Just do me a favor and answer them. I'll be out of your hair after that, alright? I doubt I'm gonna take another trip on the sea since I'm under lock and key, so that's one less "mortal" to worry about.
Pause.
D-556287: Uh, are you there?Another pause.D-556287: Huh? Did you just —D-556287: Hold the phone. What're you —D-556287: Okay, calm down —D-556287: I literally can't. I'm supposed to interview you.D-556287: Yeah, let me just… give me a minute.
D-556287 reads from the notepad, mumbling to himself.
D-556287: So, are you not a god?D-556287: Figured. Then those speeches were —D-556287 places his elbow on the railing and rests his head.
D-556287: And here I thought this was just some religious jackass trying to steer people into a pit. (Mutters) Eh, at least it's something different for once.
He stares at the clipboard momentarily.
D-556287: So, uh, what's the point of this charade, anyway? If not for "avenging the marines" or some other holy crap like that.D-556287: I… can imagine that but also, that's pretty fucked up.D-556287 shrugs.
D-556287: I don't normally go on cruises so I couldn't tell you. Do you, uh (flips page), "feel any guilt or regret when performing these acts?"D-556287: Ask the fuckers up north. I'm only the messenger here.
D-556287 coughs.
D-556287: Y'know, I got sent to the pen for slitting some bloke's neck but I had a reason to kill 'em. You're out here slashing whoever. That just sounds tiring, honestly.D-556287: Sure, but not when I'm on the ship you're crashing into.D-556287: Featured? As in?A short period of silence follows.
D-556287: Oh, really?D-556287: You sunk the Titanic?D-556287: You caused one of the most well-known tragedies on the sea?D-556287 blinks several times before returning his attention to the notepad.
D-556287: Somewhat, yeah.D-556287: Not even bothering to respond to (gestures)… uh, all this. Should probably wrap this up before I'm down under.D-556287: No.
D-556287 rubs his eyes and yawns before accidentally falling to his knees and groaning. The entity clears its throat.D-556287: Aesthetic purposes. What's it to you?D-556287: Fine, sure. Um… I "work" for a group obsessed with studying folks like you. It's hard to explain but to put it simply, they —
D-556287 proceeds to repeatedly sneeze before sniffling clearing his throat.
D-556287: …Sorry, uh, yeah. They basically throw whatever weird shit in, keep them, and run a bunch of tests on them.D-556287: Uh, no. I'm the lab rat here. They just toss me in and see what happens. Funny how I'm still kicking till now.D-556287: Heh, it is.D-556287: No other choice. What would I even do?D-556287: I'd be dead.D-556287 raises his eyebrow.
D-556287: That's rich coming from you.Pause.D-556287: Pffft, sure.D-556287: First of all, I don't know how to paint. Second, I have no reason to trust some talking iceberg who crashes into ships like a drunk toddler. Why would you even bring me?D-556287: Yeah, I figured.D-556287 turns behind him.
D-556287: Eh, I don't know. I'll probably get shot if I played along with your bullshit.D-556287 pauses and taps his foot. He looks behind himself again and sighs.D-556287: Uhhh…
D-556287 stares at his clipboard before shrugging and throwing it away.
D-556287: Alright, fuck it. You only live once or whatever the saying is. Though, I'm definitely dead the moment I jump into the frozen-as-balls water. Would you mind?SCP-5245 steadily shifts closer to the boat.
D-556287: Also, don't crash into it. I don't want to hear people screaming in my sleep.D-556287 ascends onto the railing and swings his body back and forth before leaping off, landing into the sea and quickly climbing onto SCP-5245, shaking.
D-556287: (Stuttering) G-God, it's still cold as balls.The anomaly briefly lifts into the air and dissipates along with D-556287. Footage has also been terminated without warning.
[END LOG]

Afterword: Efforts to locate and detain D-556287 are underway. The legitimacy of SCP-5245's claims are also presently being discussed.

Addendum.5245.2: Incident Log

Foreword: The events below occurred one week following the previous addendum. Footage is taken from a Foundation-manned vessel.

[BEGIN LOG]

Attached image

Captain Beefheart is seen at the far back of the ship gripping onto the railing while staring off into the sea. As it is currently lunch time, the rest of the personnel are eating indoors.
Researcher Doris approaches from behind, holding a paper plate of seafood and a red solo cup.
Doris: Hey, aren't you going to eat?
Beefheart turns to see Doris.
Beefheart: Don't feel like it. Not really hungry.
Doris tilts her head.
Doris: Admiring the beauty of the seas, eh?
Beefheart: Yep…
Doris: Okay, just be sure to get a bite of something from the buffet. I doubt anyone would want to hear you rambling. You tend to act a little cranky when you're hungry, you know.
Beefheart: I'm aware.
Doris: Good to know, good to know. I'll be heading off now.
Doris proceeds to walk away.
Beefheart: Happy travels.
A brief moment of silence passes. Beefheart clicks his tongue.
Beefheart: Alright, I'm feeling a bit peckish.
Beefheart lets go of the railing and begins to head to the cafeteria.
Beefheart: (Mutters) Wonder if I'll have some lobster…
A shadow starts to form before Beefheart's feet, rapidly increasing in size. He notices it and stares in confusion.
Beefheart: The fuck?He looks up and his eyes widen in shock.
Beefheart: Holy shit.
SCP-5245 manifests directly above the vessel and quickly descends. It laughs triumphantly while Beefheart is stuck in position.Beefheart is visibly shaking before dashing off inside the ship.The anomaly crashes into the vehicle's back end, causing the other side to lift into the air and fall back, flipping the entire vehicle upside down. Staff can be seen falling into the ocean as water rushes into the vessel's opening, sinking it.Silence follows as the ship continues to drop into the sea. Some personnel are struggling to swim to the surface while others are scrambling to release the emergency rafts. SCP-5245 lets out a sigh of relief.Pause.The entity gradually rises into the air.SCP-5245 disappears. Footage cuts.
[END LOG]

Afterword: A number of items were discovered during recovery efforts, including a number of photos and postcards depicting D-556287 and SCP-5245 in various locations. How they remain under detection thus far has yet to be determined.
Over 200 casualties have been reported from this incident. Containment of SCP-5245 is now considered a top-level priority. Investigation is ongoing.

Footnotes
1. Thalassophobia is defined as an irrational fear of the ocean.
2. D-556287's former name was Allan I. Sickle.

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Item #: SCP-5246
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5246 is to be stored in its designated location in the Site-107 kitchen. Use of SCP-5246 by staff is permitted. Staff must clean SCP-5246 after use to prevent damage upon reuse.
Description: SCP-5246 is a cast iron rice pot and lid. When placed on a lit stove or fire for approximately 10 minutes, various varieties of cooked white rice manifests in the empty space inside SCP-5246.
According to PoI-5246-1, other rice based foods may manifest in SCP-5246 under certain conditions.

Food
Conditions
Notes

Sinangag1
Occurs when SCP-5246 is activated from 6:00 AM to 11:00 AM local time.
Confirmed

Suman2
Occurs when SCP-5246 is activated between 2:00 PM to 3:00 PM local time.
Confirmed

Lugaw3
Occurs when a sick individual is nearby SCP-5246 when activated.
Confirmed when Agent Santos used SCP-5246 while having a slight fever.

Arroz Caldo4
Occurs during Christmas Day.
Unconfirmed

Champorado5
Unknown
Unconfirmed

Paella6
Unknown
Not listed by PoI-5246-1. Occurred once in Foundation custody but was unable to be replicated.

Discovery: SCP-5246 was discovered when a policeman stationed in Barangay █████████, Quezon City, bragged about owning the object, which he took from a house during a drug raid. Foundation agents embedded in local governance were able to confirm the object's effects, retrieve the object, and issue amnestics to the police officers involved. Foundation personnel looked into the records of the police station and were able to identify the target of the drug raid, hereby a person of interest designated as PoI-5246-1.
Addendum 5246-1: Interview Transcript with PoI-5246-1

Interviewed: PoI-5246-1
Interviewer: Junior Researcher Dizon
Foreword: Junior Researcher Dizon conducted this interview in PoI-5246-1's residence. Dizon poses as a police auditor.
<Begin Log>
Dizon: Greetings Father Pedro. I am Detective Dizon. My department found the police operation at your residence suspicious, and have sent me to interview you for your side of the story.
PoI-5246-1: Welcome, detective. Sorry about the mess, I haven't gone around to clean up after the raid. I'm glad to know my word will still be considered.
Dizon: All part of the job. Now, we did a light background check on you. Clean record before this incident, priest of this barangay7 for around 40 years, also manages a food drive here. Is this correct?
PoI-5246-1: Yes, all of what you said is true. I have my suspicions on why the police targeted me.
Dizon: Go on.
PoI-5246-1: There is this political family called the De Penas. One of their sons is running for office. They asked for my endorsement, but I declined; I wasn't comfortable giving them my endorsement. I have received multiple texts threatening me from random numbers since then, but the police won't do anything about it, since "it's from unknown numbers, we can't do anything about it".
Dizon: I'll keep track on them. Did any of the texts give a warning about the raid?
PoI-5246-1: None. It was sudden. I heard knocks on my door that night, thinking it was another kid who wanted some food or someone to talk to. Suddenly four policemen were barging into my house, saying that they received a tip that I store drugs here. I asked for a warrant but they said they didn't need one.
[Slight pause]
PoI-5246-1: Their leader sat down in front of me said I can choose to give up some of my possessions or go to jail. I didn't want to go to prison. I chose the former.
Dizon: Were you able to remember any of their names?
PoI-5246-1: One of them was named Joey. Overhead them saying it. But they wouldn't tell me their names otherwise.
Dizon: Joey, got it. What did they take from you?
PoI-5246-1: They stole some money I had lying around, some jewelry, and the dinner I was cooking. They left right after.
Dizon: Dinner? Wow, that's harsh. Were you able to eat after?
PoI-5246-1: [Laughs] Thank you for your concern. I had canned food that night.
Dizon: I see. What's the most valuable thing that they stole?
PoI-5246-1: One of the jade gemstones that were gifted to me by one of my parishioners when she was going to move to the States.
Dizon: That's unfortunate. Right. So, this may seem like a strange question -
PoI-5246-1: I've lived many years, I've heard it all, ask away.
Dizon: The rice pot you owned, are you aware of it's effects?
PoI-5246-1: My…my rice pot? Effects? You mean like, how it cooks rice?
Dizon: Yes, it does. Curiously, even if you don't put rice inside it. One of the police officers who were here, posted a video about the rice pot.
Dizon shows a time-lapse video of SCP-5246. Video was taken when SCP-5246 was in Foundation custody
PoI-5246-1: A miracle! That pot is!
Dizon: Did you know about this?
PoI-5246-1: I…I did not.
Dizon: Listen, Father. I understand how much value this object has. I personally think your food drive uses it, and I find it very noble. I want you to trust me, and in return I will make sure it makes its way back to you. I need to know about the rice pot.
PoI-5246-1: I…I understand. I did know about it, and I have been using it to help the people here.
Dizon: Who else knows about it?
PoI-5246-1: I have not told anyone besides the Lord. I keep it hidden from visitors.
Dizon: What can it do?
PoI-5246-1: It, it has a lot of blessings. I'll tell you what I remember.
[Details removed from transcript; see Description for effects]
Dizon: That's a lot, especially arroz caldo during Christmas! The people must love you for that.
PoI-5246-1: Yes yes, a lot of people come during Christmas for that.
Dizon: That's good to hear. One, final question, where did it come from?
PoI-5246-1: During Typhoon Ondoy8, I took a mother and her child in as they had nowhere to go. My house was partially destroyed, but what other help could they receive? Luckily I found the pot floating among the debris, so I took it, rinsed it, and tried to cook two cups of rice for them. Not a lot, but that was all I had. By the grace of God, the miracle of fish and loaves happened again! The pot was full of rice!
Dizon: Did they notice?
PoI-5246-1: They haven't. Would you be able to return it? I desperately need it for the food drive. Money has never been enough for it. The pot was keeping it alive.
Dizon: I'll try my best. I'll report what I know, and I'll try to get the pot back to you. Don't worry about the effects, I'll keep that secret safe with me.
PoI-5246-1: Thank you, detective. The Lord's blessings upon you.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: PoI-5246-1 was administered amnestics by Junior Researcher Dizon.

Addendum 5246-2: Revisions to Containment Procedures

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Proposed Revision of Containment Procedures: PoI-5246-1 is to be given possession of SCP-5246. Foundation personnel will pose as dwellers in Barangay █████████ to offer protection to SCP-5246 and by extension PoI-5246-1. PoI-5246-1 may use SCP-5246 on the condition that non-Foundation personnel may not observe nor know about SCP-5246.
Reason: PoI-5246-1 is a benefactor of Barangay █████████. Most of his help came from SCP-5246 by giving food to the people there. Given the fact that he lost his means to do that, as well as the fabricated drug bust against him, his life is in a significantly lower spot than before. Giving SCP-5246 back to him will restore his life, and the people's faith in him.
Proposed by Junior Researcher Dizon

Response to Proposed Revision of Containment Procedures: Denied. SCP-5246 is simple enough to be contained with the current procedures. Charity work is not and should not be part of this. - Researcher Inigo

Addendum 5246-2.1: Revision Appeal

Appeal to Revision: On the contrary, SCP-5246 gave us something that is useful to all our staff members. Given the fact that the cafeteria keeps SCP-5246 running almost all the time, we could save a portion of the rice and give it to PoI-5246-1.
I know that the Foundation can be cold, but taking a priest's method to feed the ones around him is cruel. We're not cruel, right? We should at least use SCP-5246 to help the priest's food drive at least, considering that it's unlikely we give back SCP-5246, and because their community has grown dependent on it.
Submitted by Junior Researcher Dizon

Denied. Same Reason. - Researcher Inigo

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Addendum 5246-3: Incident 5246.A

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On 10/12/2016, Site Director Dr. Cornez discovered Junior Researcher Dizon standing over a dropped rucksack filled with rice. Noting the behavior, Dr. Cornez interrogated Dizon.

Interviewed: Researcher Dizon
Interviewer: Site-107 Director Dr. Hipolito Cornez
Foreword: Taken near Site-107 entrance, audio transcribed from Dr. Cornez's camera.
<Begin Log>
Cornez: Dizon, please explain the bag of rice.
Dizon: It's for PoI-5246-1.
Cornez: He's hungry?
Dizon: Not him, no. His constituents. Since the Foundation wouldn't help him, I thought I'd just take the rice no one would eat and bring it to him so he can continue his food drive.
Cornez: Really? The Foundation won't help? What makes you say that?
Dizon: The containment procedures for SCP-5246, I tried revising them. Researcher Inigo denied them. So I just kept doing this every week or so.
Cornez: Inigo. Yes. I do remember her mentioning something like that. Not familiar though, SCP-5246 is Safe right? I usually only check the more dangerous ones.
Dizon: Yes. SCP-5246 is Safe.
Cornez: Explain to me what's the revision.
Dizon: SCP-5246 was PoI-5246-1's source of food for his community. We took SCP-5246. PoI-5246-1's constituents are now hungry. We use their food source, we should at least give back.

Cornez: Inigo denied because it's work for an object already in adequate containment?
Dizon: Yes.
Cornez: Inigo, Inigo, always a sticker to the rules, is she? Well, I know how much rice that thing can make. Perhaps I can arrange something. And Dizon, please clean up this mess.
Dizon: Yes. I'll get to that.
Cornez: Carrying rice in a backpack? Really? In any case, I'll do something for PoI-5246-1 so you don't have to lug all of this around every week.
Dizon: Thank you.
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On 12/12/2016, a meeting regarding SCP-5246's containment procedures took place.

Present: Site-107 Director Hipolito Cornez, Researcher Inigo, Junior Researcher Dizon.
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Cornez: So, SCP-5246's containment procedures, care to refresh, Dizon?
Dizon: Will do. SCP-5246 can stay in this site's kitchen, staff can use it to make food, and we have to keep it clean. That would be it.
Cornez: And you wanted it changed to something else?
Dizon: Yes, so it still gives back to PoI-5246.
Inigo: We're still having this? The current procedures are enough.
Dizon: Enough, but is it right?
Cornez: Calm down Dizon. Care to elaborate?
Dizon: Barangay █████████ had SCP-5246 since 2009, since Ondoy, and it's PoI-5246-1 who's been using it to help the barangay. We've taken it from him, and now he's in a worse off position, as well as his parishioners.
Inigo: Clarification, it was the police which took SCP-5246 from PoI-5246-1.
Dizon: But we have it, don't we?
Cornez: Enough. It's true that we do have SCP-5246. And it's true that SCP-5246 did good for its community. It's also true that it's currently with us. I do hope you understand why we can't give it back to PoI-5246-1, right Dizon?
Dizon: Yes. That I understand. Inigo made that very clear.
Cornez: Good, we're on the same page. Now in your appeal, you mentioned storing the extra rice from SCP-5246 and giving it to PoI-5246-1. That was denied as well, but you ended up doing that in your own time.
Dizon: Well, it wasn't against any procedures.
Inigo: It's very suspicious giving rice in a bag.
Cornez: It's a wonder no one reported you for that. Besides, how would PoI-5246-1 even store it? Never mind that though, that solution is quite ridiculous.
Dizon: Then, hmm, wait. Site Director Cornez, you do have the finances of Site-107, correct?
Cornez: Yes, I do.
Dizon: May you check the costs for food before and after we took in SCP-5246? We could donate some of the savings if there is any.
Inigo: I'd like to say, those savings can and should be used for funding other containment procedures.
Cornez: Perhaps, but that's a good point you give there Dizon. Inigo, don't you think helping out the locals would be a great morale boost for Site-107?
Inigo: I agree, but the opportunity cost -
Cornez: Don't worry about that Inigo, I'm sure having a charity program will give rise to a lot of possibilities for us. Dizon, Inigo, you may leave. I'm going to speak with the rest of 107's administration.

Alright. There will be times we'll need to contain SCPs that do good for the people who originally have the objects. Of course, it's our duty to contain these anomalies, but I believe first and foremost it's to help humanity. I understand we will need to hurt some people to keep others safe. There's no denying that. But if we're able to use some of the objects to help others, even indirectly, that's a good thing. I've contacted other Site Directors about this and hopefully we'll be able to think of a program to do this, but it's good to start locally.
As you know, SCP-5246 is a hit in Site 107, especially since most of us eat rice all the time. So much so, I've checked the finances and it saved us a sizable amount of money. So with that, we'll be using part of those savings to help the locals regarding food. Small efforts such as cash donations, or donations through some of our shell companies. It's indirect, but it will help.
There may be ways other SCPs can help the Foundation by reducing our costs. If there is, please send me a message.
Signed, Site-107 Director Dr. Hipolito Cornez

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Footnotes
1. Garlic fried rice
2. Coconut rice cake
3. Rice porridge
4. Heavily infused rice porridge with more flavor than lugaw
5. Chocolate rice porridge
6. Rice meal seasoned with saffron, with combinations of vegetables, meat, and/or seafood
7. Smallest administrative division in the Philippines
8. Known internationally as the 2009 Typhoon Ketsana

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