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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 4/5225 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.

► INPUT LEVEL 4/5225 SECURITY CREDENTIALS ◄

▼ DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED. WELCOME RESEARCHER ▼

Item#: 5225

Level4

Containment Class:
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Secondary Class:
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Disruption Class:
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Risk Class:
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Structure formed during a 5225/Obelisk-Event, prior to the Anchor's neutralization.

Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-5225 is organically self-contained, no additional containment procedures are necessary.
5225/Obelisk-Events outside of controlled testing are to be halted as quickly as possible. Lethal force is authorized. 5225/Obelisk constructions are to be monitored by a minimum of four memetic surveillance complexes.1 If an SCP-5225-1 construct is able to breach more easily accessible regions of the Noosphere, MTF-Nu-π ("Sphere of Influence") is to be mobilized to terminate the construct.
If any uncontained 5225/Obelisk-Event advances to a 5225/Monolith-Event, Project NEON SILENCE is to be activated. At least three Hyperon-Morpheus Entropy-Subconceptualization Cannons2 are to target the Monolith Anchor and eliminate it. Following the Anchor's removal, MTF-Nu-π is to enter the Monolith and trigger a conceptostructural collapse.
Description: SCP-5225 is an artistic constructohazard that is biologically self-contained within an organically inaccessible region of the Noosphere. Prior to its discovery and subsequent expansion, SCP-5225 was only accessible to mechanized organisms and experimental artificial intelligence. Since then, SCP-5225 has expanded to approximately 174.8% its original size, resulting in the partial assimilation of sections of the Noosphere pertaining to visual abstraction, conjecture, and metacognition. While SCP-5225 is physically incapable of being accessed by any biological entity under normal circumstances, it can be forcibly breached via experimental paratechnologies.
Once an individual or intelligence accesses SCP-5225, they are designated the Anchor of the ensuing 5225/Obelisk-Event. Obelisk-Events occur entirely within the Noosphere, slowly spreading outward from the Anchor. Once in this stage, SCP-5225's influence is capable of spreading through physical, mental, or conceptual proximity to the Anchor. SCP-5225 typically prioritizes the artistic elements of its host, spreading first to nearby concepts and abstractum that more closely resonate with the Anchor's idea of creativity.
Once SCP-5225/Obelisk expands beyond the Anchor, it will begin generating a number of structures within Noosphereic space around the Anchor, linking the connections together. Despite existing entirely within the Noosphere, these structures are pseudo-physical, and can be mentally interacted with by those with mental proximity to the Anchor. As time progresses, the Obelisk will spread and grow into a conceptoconstruct roughly resembling a mental city. At this point the Anchor is unable to exit SCP-5225, and is repurposed into a type of mental conception engine, powering the construct. After an Obelisk has infected a certain number of concepts,3 it will undergo a conceptual relativity collapse, and cause a 5225/Monolith-Event. Monolith events are characterized by the sudden breaching of the structures created during the previous 5225/Obelisk-Event into physical reality.
As soon as a 5225/Monolith-Event begins, the Anchor's physical form is pulled entirely into the Noosphere. As time passes, the Monolith will expand farther into physical reality, spreading to nearby abstractum rapidly, converting them into additional Sub-Anchors. If this expansion is not obstructed, the Monolith will soon exist within both the Noosphere and reality simultaneously, allowing physical entry to the Noosphere. As this occurs, consensus reality gradually becomes disrupted, no longer adhering to natural laws, but instead following dream-like logic.
Exploration reveals that the structures within the Monolith are typically not geometrically possible, physically manifesting as higher dimensional objects in three, two, and even one dimensional space, as well as creating both negative and anti-dimensional objects and concepts. The materials used within the Monolith are rarely physically existent, instead being composed purely of ideas and abstractions, rendered corporeal.
Addendum.5225.1: Existing Monolith Constructs.
At present there are three uncontainable Monolith in existence, with an additional two being suspended in their initial state within Foundation custody. These 5225/Monolith-Events occurred rapidly, and were either able to evolve to a point where the H/M E-SCCs were unable to neutralize them, or affect concepts that rendered them immune. The H/M E-SCCs were, however, able to sever the Monolith's connections to estranged concepts, rendering them incapable of spreading further. These Monolith have since relocated and continued to grow, sustaining themselves entirely on original concepts and obscuring themselves from traditional observational reality, making additional containment measures unnecessary. Explorations into these Monolith were attempted, but they were unable to be breached.

Designation: SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ
Anchor: MARDUK.AIC
Date of 5225/Obelisk-Event: 04/01/1986
Date of 5225/Monolith-Event: 04/03/1986
Affected concepts and abstractum: 42,137
Location: Currently within High Earth Orbit. This orbit grows by approximately 2-3% each rotation.

Creation: MARDUK.AIC was originally designed to be a Virtual Intelligence Coordinator, assisting in and developing virtual scenarios for the purposes of training both Mobile Task Forces and future O5s. Part of its duties included theorizing potential K-Class Scenarios and developing appropriate countermeasures. On 03/29/1986, it became infected with an unknown memetic hazard, believed to have been created or accessed as part of these duties. Due to the unknown severity of the hazard, containment efforts were rushed. Improper shutdown procedures paired with the unknown anomaly caused MARDUK.AIC to undergo spontaneous evolution, breaching into SCP-5225 and causing a rapid Obelisk-Event.
Over the course of the next two hours, the Obelisk rapidly spread to over 5,000 concepts and abstractum, significantly faster than any other known event. Within two days, MARDUK.AIC had undergone conceptual singularic collapse, advancing to a 5225/Monolith-Event. Now designated Monolith-Δ, it proceeded to lift itself out of the site, taking the majority of the facility and surrounding environment with it. It continued to gain altitude, leaving the atmosphere and advancing into space.
Notes: SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ is spherical in form, with a indeterminate number of smaller spheres orbiting around it, interconnected via a series of shifting helical tunnels. The center sphere is approximately 2,000 kilometers in diameter, with the smaller sphere ranging from .5 to 200 kilometers. These spheres constantly shift around in a massive kinetoglyph, creating a multilayered observational barrier around itself and generating massive amount of internal energy. The area outside the inner sphere is surrounded by a localized, high-intensity cosmic storm, generating a number of interlocking wormholes and micro-singularities.

Designation: SCP-5225/Monolith-Θ
Anchor: Unknown
Date of 5225/Obelisk-Event: N/A
Date of 5225/Monolith-Event: N/A
Affected concepts and abstractum: 214,491
Location: 82 kilometers under the crust, centered beneath the Yosemite supercaldera.

Creation: Unknown
Notes: While the origins of SCP-5225/Monolith-Θ are unknown, it is hypothesized to have accessed SCP-5225 through extradimensional means. It is the only known biological Monolith in existence, appearing as a formation of tubules and ventricles that cover approximately 74.2% of the Earth's mantle and core. Monolith-Θ is in perpetual motion, vibrating at a constant frequency of 172 hertz. SCP-5225/Monolith-Θ's other physical properties fluctuate constantly, with its state of matter, gravitational pull, spatial perception, and temporal significance regularly shifting. Traces of Monolith-Θ have also been confirmed on at least six separate exoplanets, despite an estimated distance of 770 light years between the nearest affected exoplanet and Earth.

Designation: SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ
Anchor: Estimated 18 members of GOI-004 "The Church of the Broken God"
Date of 5225/Obelisk-Event: N/A
Date of 5225/Monolith-Event: 08/16/2004
Affected concepts and abstractum: ≈24,500*18
Location: The primary Anchor is currently located at both the North and South magnetic poles.

Creation: While the specifics regarding SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ's creation are unconfirmed, it is believed to have been formed during an advanced Mekanite planar communion ritual. A significant number of physically altered Mekanites fused together in a massive array, creating a semi-intelligent hive-mind, which began broadcasting an interplanar energy signal. The intended purpose of this signal is unknown. Immediately following the broadcast, SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ created a conceptual link between it and the array of Mekanites, forcing all participants into SCP-5225. During this process, they were fused into a singular, multi-personality hive-mind, increasing the spread of SCP-5225 to nearby concepts and abstractum upwards of 697% faster than SCP-5225's normal infection rate.
Due to its possession of multiple Anchors, the H/M E-SCCS were unable to effectively neutralize SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ. This, paired with SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ's interference, caused SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ to completely bypass the Obelisk phase of SCP-5225 exposure, expanding exponentially as each Anchor affected new concepts and reinforced their sibling Anchor's hold.
Notes: SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ resembles two massive clock faces, located at the North and South magnetic poles, each approximately 50 kilometers in diameter and sunk about 2 kilometers into the ground. The majority of the mental constructs are found beneath the clock hands, which spin opposite each other, leveling the buildings with each pass. These hands do not move at the traditional speed of clock hands, but vary between rotation times of .0082 seconds to an estimated 22 million years. Above the clocks hover in excess of 50 billion gears and cogs, all of which have been observed to rotate within at least five dimensions simultaneously. Upon every completed rotation of the clock faces every gear ceases its movement, and falls to the clock face for several minutes, growing an additional tooth before rising back up into the air and resuming its rotation.

Addendum.5225.2: Exploration of SCP-5225
On 04/23/2007, an attempted interplanar exploration of SCP-5225 was conducted following the approval of Procedure 5225/Nu-Omicron by the O5 Council. Utilizing newly developed Noospheric Sub-Ego Resonance Cascade technology, a conceptual tear could be channeled through an individual vulnerable to SCP-5225 infection. D-4966, who was an acclaimed pianist known for her classical adaptations prior to her incarceration, was chosen to be the induction catalyst of Procedure Nu-Omicron due to her intimate connection to the musical arts. During this time, D-4966 was monitored by several surveillance meme complexes for potential SCP-5225 infection progression, upon which would trigger the release of a virulent meme within D-4966's brain, preventing further 5225/Obelisk development.

Forward: D-4966 was connected to the S-EBRE,4 and placed in the center of a large empty room. Several Type III Ocular Extensions were set up around D-4966, in order to view the Noosphere and determine the optimal point of MTF-Nu-π insertion. A number of musical instruments were placed around D-4966 in order to provide easier and more predictable vectors of spread. Various other art supplies were similarly provided.

[BEGIN LOG]
00.00.00: The S-EBRE is activated, breaching SCP-5225 and giving D-4966 access. D-4966 is now designated A/Obelisk-Nu.
00.15.10: Several piano keys are visible hovering in the distance. They appear to depress at a steady rhythm.
00.44.57: A/Obelisk-Nu accelerates towards the keys, impacting the corner of the nearest key. The left side of A/Obelisk-Nu liquefies upon contact.
01.30.18: The liquefied organic matter develops tumorous growths resembling trumpet horns. The growths latch onto A/Obelisk-Nu, exsanguinating it before wilting. The trumpets liquefy once more, reforming A/Obelisk-Nu's missing flesh.
02.11.46: A/Obelisk-Nu plummets downwards, falling through the horn of a clarinet and exiting through the reed and into an elevator. The elevator remains stationary for several minutes while A/Obelisk-Nu lays in the fetal position.

Image recovered from Procedure 5225/Nu-Omicron.

05.34.02: The elevator jolts and begins moving. Throughout the elevator ride, observers report the scent of brass despite a lack of Olfactory Extensions. A/Obelisk-Nu is observed shifting dimensions on four occasions, in addition to completely disappearing for several hours before reappearing.
11.09.28: The elevator ceases movement. A/Obelisk-Nu passes incorporeally through the doors revealing a large rope bridge constructed of ivory and string extending from the elevator to a distant skyscraper. A sea of molten brass is visible far under the bridge.
13.29.42: A/Obelisk-Nu steps onto the bridge, the string immediately snapping. A/Obelisk-Nu remains fused to the bridge as it swings towards the skyscraper, impacting the structure. Upon impact, A/Obelisk-Nu detaches from the bridge, falling into a large pile of shattered string instruments. The pile appears to be in the shape of Billy Joel.
18.52.19: The pile begins speaking to A/Obelisk-Nu, although no sound is audible from the figure. A/Obelisk-Nu then picks up a shattered violin bow, which it uses to completely bisect itself. The Billy Joel caricature appears to laugh.
26.07.18: The sky above A/Obelisk-Nu bends, then shatters. Millions of piano keys begin to fall from between the cracks. Where these keys make contact with each other they stop in midair, and begin to spiral inwards. As the collections of keys grow they begin to burst into golden flames, which stretch between other collections like a massive spiderweb.
31.45.19: Two large ivory skyscrapers spout from the bisected regions of A/Obelisk-Nu. The buildings continue to rise unimpaired for several hours before impacting, with both structures toppling 360° through the ground and impacting an additional building. The third building swells, then bursts. Liquid glass pours through the now empty windows and climbs into the air, solidifying into fountains of solid glass that tie A/Obelisk-Nu's body back together.
36.38.42: Thousands of strings manifest in the air around A/Obelisk-Nu, and begin to wrap around it. They begin to cut into its skin, causing massive explosions of molten brass to burst from the cuts. The brass travels down the strings, solidifying them in the air and branching off into flowers, which spiral towards both the ground and sky.
40.18.26: A/Obelisk-Nu's epidermis becomes yellow in sheen before its tear ducts begin violently spraying molten brass into the surroundings. The molten brass appears to impact previously incorporeal structures, coating them in molten brass and ivory. These structures appear to be mostly interconnected stairways, circular hallways, and fourth-dimensional doorways. It was at this point that surveillance meme complexes attempted to neutralize A/Obelisk-Nu to no effect.
40.23.51: Several large interlocking halos appear around A/Obelisk-Nu. It waves its arms, and the halos fly in all directions. Where the halos impact surrounding objects they implode, liquifying the surroundings. A/Obelisk-Nu's body contorts and expands, separating at the joints. Appendages are now connected via violin strings, interlocking piano keys, and massive spikes of glowing glass.
40.30.27: A whirlpool appears in the molten sea beneath A/Obelisk-Nu. From its center begins to emerge a massive skyscraper, with various floors either missing or displaced, both temporally and physically. More skyscrapers emerge from beneath it, growing upwards in a massive spiraling flower.

At this point the Ocular Extensions being used to view Obelisk-Nu overheated rapidly, and underwent emergency shutdown. The area was evacuated due to concerns of a potential 5225/Monolith-Event, and MTF-Nu-π began to prepare for insertion via the NS-ERC in order to terminate A/Obelisk-Nu.

Video log: Obelisk-Nu termination
Active MTF: MTF-Nu-π ("Sphere of Influence")
Participating members: -1 ("Bean"), -4 ("Pumpkin"), -5 ("Key Lime"), -7 ("Cherry"), -9 ("Apple"), -12 ("Banana")
Forward: Utilizing the NS-ERC, MTF-Nu-π enter the Noosphere around Obelisk-Nu and proceed to locate and terminate the Anchor (A/Obelisk-Nu). Timestamps are continued from the previous log. Traditional audio is unavailable, yet present.

[BEGIN LOG]
40.36.04: MTF-Nu-π manifest on the outskirts of Obelisk-Nu, atop a floating glass platform. The platform is covered with collections of piano keys, resembling crystalized plant growths. Directly in front of them is the elevator seen in the beginning of the previous log. Above their heads two massive sphere of golden fire expel an unknown liquid.5 MTF-Nu-π begin to travel towards the elevator.

Image recovered from π-4's shoulder-mounted camera.

40.38.45: MTF-Nu-π enter the elevator, which closes and begins to descend. Every few seconds, the elevator stops and the walls disappear, revealing a different environment from behind each wall. Each of which contains either a garden, a city, or a mural of space, but are all unique in appearance. In the distance of each environment floats a singular, massive entity, comprised of various amalgamations of instruments and flowers. These entities are motionless, but get visibly closer each time the elevator descends. π-4 is audible humming "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones before being reprimanded by π-1.
41.58.32: The elevator stops, and MTF-Nu-π exits onto a shimmering bridge, which is suspended in the air via hundreds of rigid strings that emerge from the brass sea beneath it. As MTF-Nu-π travels down the bridge, the space behind them becomes distorted, with their footprints causing massive regions to be shunted violently in all directions. The elevator folds into itself, then shatters into an indeterminate number of flowering glass shards. The shards float along next to MTF-Nu-π, apparently escorting them along the bridge.
42.26.12: MTF-Nu-π reaches the end of the bridge, and enter the city. The glass that was following them begins to circle around the bridge rapidly, severing the strings. The bridge peels apart, and collapses upward into an iridescent whirlpool that appears in the sky.
42.32.45: MTF-Nu-π begins to navigate through the city. The ground appears to be a rough approximation of a road, and is made of a slick black material. Cracks in the material occasionally release an arching electric discharge. The surrounding buildings are observed to shift and bend at various angles, occasionally realigning themselves into the shape of musical notes.
42:59:01: π-1 stops the group, pointing ahead towards what appears to be a swirling mass of wooden debris and viscera,6 advancing towards them. MTF-Nu-π secure their facial shields and rush through the mass of debris. Footage of the debris storm is severely obscured, with only the whirling mass of splintered wood and blood visible. Obfuscated shouts are heard from various MTF members.
43:1:19: MTF-Nu-π exits the storm and appears standing on a wooden spiral staircase. Footage from π-9 is still obscured by whirling viscera and debris, despite having visibly exited the mass.7 π-5 and π-1 now possess nosebleeds, the blood being iridescent in color. MTF members deploy provided conceptual ear protection as a shrill whistling sound is heard. Despite prior training, π-5's conceptualization of ear protection takes the form of woolen earmuffs, requiring pressure from the agent's hands for additional sound insulation. π-9 possesses no visible ear protection.
43:27:31: MTF-Nu-π proceeds down the staircase, with steps rapidly decaying once unoccupied. π-4 continues humming and is once again requested to stop. Occasionally, the MTF are assaulted by piano keys launched from an unknown source. The staircase descends into a large empty space, completely dark apart from a bright light that begin emanating from the staircase. As MTF-Nu-π descends each step produces a different note, which echoes for seemingly several minutes before the next note begins. The melody matches that which π-4 was humming earlier. The notes carry particles of light with them, spiraling outwards into the darkness.
44.12.06: The darkness around the staircase fades away, revealing itself suspended high above a massive pyramid. Around the base of the pyramid are a variety of out of focus, dancing entities. The entities are blurred, but appear roughly humanoid, with their heads consisting of trumpet bells that extend many times longer than the rest of their bodies. Directly above the pyramid floats a massive cube, with each face rotating independently. Numerous strings extend from this cube, each entering the bell of one of the entities. The staircase disappears, and MTF-Nu-π spontaneously appear on the ground.
44.32.55: MTF-Nu-π walk towards the pyramid, and the entities vanish to reveal a small entryway. They find themselves in an octagonal room, with each wall being comprised of a Nth dimensional 12 sided mirror. Reflected in each mirror are several copies of MTF-Nu-π, all of which are nude and dancing slowly.8 A massive eyeball hovers within each reflection, staring straight down at the reflected Task Force.
44.36.01: A large number of perfectly white birds appear in the reflections, and begin to fly in circles around the dancers. After several rotations, one of the birds lands on the reflected π-4's head. The reflection's skin peels off, and the bird digs its claws into the skull and begins to fly upwards. As the bird flies higher, more of π-4's flesh sloughs off, until the bird is left carrying only her brain and spinal column. The bird flies into the pupil of the floating eyeball, and the rest of the birds begin to repeat this process to the other reflections.
44.44.21: π-4 raises her conceptualized firearm towards the eye, only to be dissuaded by π-1. MTF-Nu-π exit the room by incorporeally passing through the nearest mirror, entering a small garden. The garden appears to be covered by translucent vines, through which flow a pink liquid. Visible within the garden are several topiary bushes depicting various scenes observed during Procedure 5225/Nu-Omicron. Topiary bushes appear to be constructed of sapphire guitar picks and flutes. Surrounding the garden is a wall of hedges constructed of shattered glass and live bees. MTF-Nu-π locate the center of the maze, which consists of an industrial submarine hatch embedded within the clearing. Surrounding the clearing are topiary similar to those observed when entering the garden, although they now possess severe corrosive damage. Engraved in the hatch are various music notes, including four unrecognizable notations. The hatch is opened with relative ease, revealing a concrete chute that extends downward an indeterminate distance.
44.51.12: π-7 begins to climb into the chute, at which point the entrance vanishes. Gravity reverses, and the other members of MTF-Nu-π accelerate toward the sky rapidly. A large tornado appears above them, composed entirely of various music pieces and two physically manifested infohazards. Inside the center of the vortex is a large island. MTF-Nu-π do not impact the bottom of the island, but phase through it, falling to the ground once fully emerged from the island. π-7 is seen dropping from the bottom of the concrete chute, which emerges spontaneously from the empty sky9 above MTF-Nu-π.
In front of MTF-Nu-π are four massive pillars, composed of glass, bronze, flayed flesh, and an amalgamation of musical instruments tied together with strings. Floating in the air between the pillars is A/Obelisk-Nu. A/Obelisk-Nu's body is entirely blackened and covered in a number of glowing thaumaturgic runes that dig into the space around them, twisting it inwards and expelling it from A/Obelisk-Nu's eyes. Several massive spiked halos surround A/Obelisk-Nu's head, extending into a swirling technicolor thundercloud beneath them, which constantly expels fire. A number of pure white birds are seen nesting around and inside each of the pillars, with their wings having been replaced by millions of small shards of molten glass. Beneath A/Obelisk-Nu sits a large marble fountain adored with several decorative cherubs. These cherubs are severely damaged, leaking a steady stream of crimson liquid. This substance flows freely around A/Obelisk-Nu, forming a spiral of liquid around its form.
45.36.43: The members of MTF-Nu-π each draw their conceptualized version of high-volume weaponry. π-1 targets A/Obelisk-Nu and -4, -5, -7, and -12 each target one of the four pillars.10 A/Obelisk-Nu begins to release a high pitched scream as its body fractures apart, fragments exploding outward, freezing in midair before exploding again. Gravity returns to normal and MTF-Nu-π fall back towards the ground. The birds nesting within the pillars take flight and begin to follow them.
As MTF-Nu-π fall, the buildings beneath them begin to collapse. Glass shards begin to rain upwards, randomly phasing in and out of existence as they rise, becoming larger and more complex each time they reappear. The shards impact one another and explode into clouds of piano keys, which burst into flames. A deep thrumming is heard, matching the tunes hummed by π-4 earlier. This thrumming gets louder and more dissonant as MTF-Nu-π approaches the ground.
MTF-Nu-π impact the ground, which folds and cracks beneath them. Upon impact, π-9's body instantaneously liquefies, while the rest of MTF-Nu-π sustain only minor injuries. Golden flames begin to seep from between the cracks, causing π-9's liquefied form to twist and cauterize, forming an amalgam of charred flesh vaguely resembling a grand piano. Thousands of disembodied hands emerge from the collapsing building, attempting to collectively push the ground back together. Where the fire makes contact with the hands they begin shrieking, before decaying into pools of brass, string, and luminescent flowers.
The pyramid rises up from the center of the city, strings dragging the screaming trumpet-headed entities with it, many of which are on fire. MTF-Nu-π begin to run towards the bridge as the birds released from the pillars catch up with and begin to swarm them. The birds are dispatched by the MTF, although one of the birds catches π-12 on the shoulder and her flesh contorts and blooms, spreading apart and cascading recursively into itself. π-12 is unimpeded by this, and continues to run as the effect spreads across her entire body. The birds behind them begin to fall apart into piles of shattered piano keys and broken glass, releasing large bursts of cloud to ground lightning.
MTF-Nu-π reach the bridge and begin to cross back to the elevator. They make it across when the bridge begins to tear and collapse into the molten brass surrounding it. The city is now engulfed in flame, and both the ground and sky begin to fold along the inside of a massive sphere. MTF-Nu-π quickly enter the elevator and begin their ascent.
As the elevator ascends the entities seen during its descent emerge from the brass ocean, reaching and clawing for the elevator. They are unable to reach it, and scream as they each shatter into golden fragments of glassy light, which spiral down into the ocean and explode. The ground and sky continue to get closer to the elevator as the construct collapses in on itself. They impact the elevator and everything goes dark.
52.43.21: The elevator dings, and opens onto the glass platform MTF-Nu-π originally entered on. Above the platform floats a single piano key, dripping with golden fluid. The key depresses once and dissolves entirely. The dripping liquid forms a small pool, out of which grows a single white flower comprised of glass. The flower blooms, revealing D-4966's face in its center. The face sheds a single tear, and the flower and pool fade out of existence.
52.46.30: MTF-Nu-π contact Command, and are extracted from Obelisk-Nu.
[END LOG]

Afterward: π-9 did not appear with the rest of MTF-Nu-π, despite his presence throughout the footage. His whereabouts are currently unknown. π-12 reverted back to her normal physical state upon return, but was capable of replicating the bird's anomalous effects on her and those near her. π-12 was quarantined and screened for any additional anomalous effects or residual SCP-5225 connections. Further testing of SCP-5225 is prohibited.

Footnotes
1. Abstract meme complexes contained within the upper metaphysical regions' Noosphere. These memes are formed from the consciousness of simple surveillance AI systems, due to their natural resistance to harmful memetic phenomena.
2. The H/M E-SCC is a conceptual superweapon. Located within the lower physical area of the Noosphere, they are capable of increasing the level of thought decay and information entropy around hyper-specific concepts within both the Noosphere and traditional reality, removing them from the human experience and rendering them sub-existent. Concepts and objects that experience this process are no longer capable of interacting mentally, physically, or conceptually with anything within the known universe.
3. The exact number is unknown, due to the inability of Foundation efforts to determine what the Anchor has linked too, and the infinite range which it exhibits when spreading.
4. Functioning as a sort of telepathic "battering ram," the Sub-Ego Base Resonance Engine allows cognizant entities to access regions of the Noosphere that are otherwise inaccessible or fundamentally abstruse.
5. This liquid was later reported by MTF-Nu-π to be liquified music, composed of a combination of Bach and Wagner
6. Later determined to be a physically manifested auditory cognitohazard.
7. π-9's camera was obscured for the remainder of the log.
8. Notably, π-9 does not appear in any of the reflections.
9. Previously the ground.
10. The four pillars were determined to be a crucial components of Obelisk-Nu, and it was suspected that the anomaly would not be neutralized unless the pillars were destroyed as well.

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by Ethagon

Item#: 5226

Level3

Containment Class:
pending

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5226 will be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber.
Description: SCP-5226 is a 22-year-old student named Sandra Packwood. Any area visited by SCP-5226 is subject to modernization. What exactly this entails has yet to be established through testing after SCP-5226 is contained.

Notice from the Explanation and Research Department
Under the Trevisan-Ethics-Mandate as sanctioned by the Ethics Committee, this file was reviewed by the Explanation and Research Department and filed as a "potential anomaly". In its current state, this file does not provide sufficient evidence for anomalous behaviour. Therefore, Special Containment Procedures involving the Imprisonment of Sandra Packwood have been disallowed until this evidence is provided.
— Thomas Weld, Director, ExaRD

Internal Call between Head Researcher Roberts and ExaRD Director Weld

<Begin Call>
Weld: Is this about Sandra Packwood?
Roberts: Yes? May I ask how you-
Weld: (chuckles) We haven't really interacted with anyone else yet. The department is still in its infancy. Hence why you're speaking with the Director.
Roberts: I would like to know why a department focused on explained anomalies is interested in the containment process.
Weld: Preventive measures and ethical concerns.
Roberts: You are aware that your preventive measures are actively hindering my team's containment efforts?
Weld: I must hinder your efforts. Her containment can't be justified at this point.
Roberts: The O5 Council would never sanction this. You are clearly overstepping your authority.
Weld: (sighs) If we need to do it this way, fine. I already told you in my Notice about the Mandate this is based on. And the Council approved of my department request completely aware that we would not only reclassify to and reintegrate explained anomalies but also enforce this Mandate by reducing the amount of falsely classified human anomalies before the harm is done. Same thing here. Sandra Packwood could just as well have a completely mundane influence on her surroundings.
Roberts: And what if you are wrong? What if we are dealing with an anomaly?
Weld: Well, we won't know until you do more research.
<End Call>

Observation Log:

Affected by the anomaly
Modernization

SCP-5226 before observation
SCP-5226 makes use of contact lenses, a smartwatch, and a pacemaker.

Neighboorhood of SCP-5226
Approximately 70% of Incandescent light bulbs were replaced by LED's.

Lecture hall of SCP-5226
Additionally to the blackboard, a smartboard has been installed in the hall and replaced the old overhead projector.

University Management
After the retirement of the previous president, the position was taken over by a more progressive person.

Campus
All Clocks have been replaced by digital versions.

Campus
A substantial above-average amount of smokers have switched to e-cigarettes.

Lecture management
A significant amount of lectures have been replaced by online lectures.

Hospital1
Usage of experimental treatments and artificial limbs has increased significantly.

SCP-5226
SCP-5226 decided to have a micro-chip2 implanted in her hand.

Landfills and trash
With the town's increased usage of electronic devices the volume of electronic waste has increased as well. Due to prior inexperience, a lot of this waste is not processed correctly.3

Demographic
The town shows signs of a demographic shift with more and more investors taking an interest in the town and original inhabitants beginning to look for a new place of residence.

Internal Call between Head Researcher Roberts and ExaRD Director Weld

<Begin Call>
Weld: No, Hewlett, I haven't gotten around to-
Roberts: This is Roberts, speaking.
Weld: Ah, sorry about that. I take it you want my permission to imprison Ms Packwood?
Roberts: To contain her. Yes.
Weld: I can't allow that.
Roberts: I said it before, but now you are definitely hindering Foundation operations. Were my team's observations not enough for you?
Weld: They weren't. And don't act like I completely shut you down. There's plenty of other ways to contain a maybe anomaly besides imprisonment.
Roberts: There is no "maybe" anomaly. Either something is anomalous or it is not.
Weld: Then tell me what you actually know. What exactly is the anomaly?
Roberts: The current theory is that SCP-5226 either compels people to be more modern or that we are dealing with probabilistic manipulation towards more modern outcomes.
Weld: So compulsion and probability manipulation? Exactly these are the fields with the most falsely classified anomalies. So my point stands.
Roberts: But surely you can see, that this amount of modernization is clearly past the norm.
Weld: It isn't if you have a management that desires things to be changed. Like the university's president.
Roberts: I can, to a degree, understand that. Although it would be remiss of me to not point out the strain this has put their budget under. But those were hardly the most blatant examples.
Weld: Let's go through the more "blatant" things then. First off, the microchip. Nothing unusual here. Sarah Packwood fits the clientele, that would unlock their house door or pay with their hand at the price of having an otherwise harmless chip injected.
Roberts: And the waste problem? The shift in demographic?
Weld: Both of these are just obvious consequences from this recent turnaround to a more modern approach to things. I'm not even sure why you listed these. Perfectly normal problems for a town in this situation.
Roberts: But you don't have a town suddenly decide to have a "modern turnaround". People do not collectively start using LEDs on the same day and a hospital does not simply decide to switch to experimental treatments. It is the range and the extremes that make this troubling. Not all change is for the better, Director Weld.
Weld: I'll admit, that's a bit unusual, but it's not enough to make me falter.
10 seconds of silence
Roberts: (sighs) I understand that it's hard to see how often we rip people out of their normal lives, but you have to see that you are doing more harm than good. There is a reason why the containment process was made the way it is.
Weld: The current process can still be improved by a lot. That goes for every process really. And I have started to rejig a lot of processes with ExaRD. There's finally a generalized way for reclassifying to Explained; we're starting to look back into older skip files as well and we even release most EX's back to the public. But none of that goes as much to the soul of the operation as keeping anyone out of prison that I can. The prohibition stands.
Roberts: Look, I know you are trying to save a person here. But so am I. The whole town has been taken hostage by a phenomenon, that commands everyone to advance regardless of if they want to. It's one person versus a town. You are taking this too far.
10 seconds of silence
Weld: This isn't only about my ideals. I wouldn't have intervened if something didn't seem off about this. The thing is, it doesn't fit our current understanding of anomalous theory for this to be caused by a human. The effects show all the signs of a typical paranormal object.
Roberts: (scoffs) The anomalous theory is a shot in the dark at best and a shot at yourself at worst. What's to say this isn't a "freak occurrence"?
Weld: Hah, a lot of researchers say that, but that's because they're too bundled up in containment to see the world around them advance.
Roberts: Hold on. Does that mean you would have nothing against me containing an object?
Weld: Of course not. We only do these preventive measures with human anomalies, that may not qualify as paranormal. Everything else is looked at afterwards. There is no ethical impetus to look at those beforehand.
<End Call>

Item#: 5226

Level3

Containment Class:
safe

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
caution

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5226 is to be contained in a secure item storage locker, that is only to be operated under automated systems. Human contact is allowed with permission from the acting HMCL Supervisor.
Description: SCP-5226 is a pacemaker that influences any decision to take a more "modern" option. SCP-5226 was originally in the possession of Sandra Packwood and was exchanged with a normal pacemaker during a routine medical examination without incident.

Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message!

Re:Department Transfer

To: Roberts
From: Administrative Department
Subject: Re:Department Transfer

I hereby request to be transferred to the Explanation and Research Department. While I do appreciate this newfound effort to better sort mundane from abnormal, I fear that in its current state the department may be too opportunistic and requires personnel to keep them from going too far.

Request Granted

Footnotes
1. Visited by SCP-5226 due to her heart problems
2. serving as a key card among other things
3. Like liquids that would require special disposal simply being flushed down the toilet.

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3/5227 LEVEL 3/5227
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5227

neutralized

Antuco, Chile, during SCP-5227.

SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5227 is considered neutralized. Access to the Foundation observation post in Antuco is restricted to Foundation personnel with 5/5227 clearance.

Foliage in Antuco.

DESCRIPTION: SCP-5227 was an anomalous weather formation centered around Antuco, an abandoned Chilean village, and lasted from June 8th to 10th, 1976. SCP-5227 manifested as a fog descending on Antuco and completely covered the village, drastically reducing visibility and communications. The anomaly was originally identified as such due to its observational anomaly and rapid formation— weather sensors at Facility 57, 23km from Antuco, depicted SCP-5227 as a static blur during its three-minute formation (1:07AM - 1:10AM local time). Attempts to hail the Foundation observation post in Antuco through radio resulted in failure. Further testing confirmed SCP-5227 had the anomalous capability to block radio transmissions.
A 3-man expedition from MTF PI-3 "Garcas Oligarcas" was planned to ascertain the status of Antuco. Several hours before departure, another agent was added to the expedition. The thick forest surrounding Antuco and the exceedingly low visibility made vehicular and aerial travel infeasible. The team departed Facility 57 on foot at T+6 hours.

ADDENDUM 5227.1
EXPEDITION LOGS — 6.8.1976

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EXPEDITION LOG EXCERPTS
CHILEAN INTERIOR

MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS"

π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE)
π3-BETA - PEDRO CASEROS
π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI
π3-DELTA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[Team is hiking through the jungle. SCIPIONI and GARLÉS take the lead, while PETROCCHI and CASEROS bring up the rear.]
SCIPIONI: He wasn't pleased with that, no sir. But it was really his fault, if you think about it.
GARLÉS: How's that?
SCIPIONI: If he didn't want me to sleep with his wife, he should've sold me the damn car!
[All laugh.]
SCIPIONI: But I did, and so he had me demoted to field duty. It's not the worst job in the world, though. Certainly keeps you in shape.
CASEROS: All that form-filling really burns calories, eh?
SCIPIONI: Alright, you can fill the forms out when we get back. No? That's what I thought, stupid.
[Laughter, followed by silence.]
SCIPIONI: What's your story, Damian?
GARLÉS: Oh, me? What do you mean?
PETROCCHI: We've never seen you around Fifty-seven before.
GARLÉS: Oh, yes. I'm a transfer.
SCIPIONI: From?
GARLÉS: Ah, Thirty-two. It's up in Panamá.
CASEROS: Oh, I have a friend up there. Do you know a Captain Carlós?
GARLÉS: Uh, no, sorry.
PETROCCHI: How long've you been at Fifty-seven?
GARLÉS: Only a few days.
SCIPIONI: Whoof, no time to even settle in. Well, no problem, you'll be able to settle in fine when we get back. The boys in Antuco are probably just wondering why they're not getting the baseball on the radio anymore!
[Laughter, followed by silence. The team continue slashing through the jungle, occasionally using compasses and maps to guide them, when someone loudly falls into the brush.]
PETROCCHI: Shit!
CASEROS: [Laughing] Get off the ground, dumbass.
PETROCCHI: Oh no, I was planning on bunking here for the night. Make yourself useful and give me a hand.
[Grunting.]
PETROCCHI: Great, now I get to hike covered in mud. Perfect.
SCIPIONI: Your fault for slipping. The sun's not even down yet.
PETROCCHI: Forget the sun, I can't see a goddamn thing through this goddamn fog. It feels like the air is pissing.
SCIPIONI: Wonderful image, thank you.
GARLÉS: I suppose we're nearing Antuco, then?
SCIPIONI: Who has the map? Pedro?
CASEROS: Ah, we're certainly closer, but there's still a ways to go. It's hard to get an exact estimate, the fog makes keeping distance hard.
GARLÉS: I see. But if the fog is getting thicker… we must be going the right way.

«END EXCERPT»

Recovered photograph.

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

PETROCCHI: Man, I feel bad for the poor suckers assigned to that outpost. For all they know, the war's kicked up again.
GARLÉS: Yeah.
SCIPIONI: All the more reason to get to them faster.
PETROCCHI: I couldn't handle that.
CASEROS: Handle what?
PETROCCHI: That kind of isolation, man. Two guys in the middle of a goddamn ghost town, and only a radio for company. Shit, not even the radio now. I'm a talkative guy, but-
SCIPIONI: You're telling me.
PETROCCHI: - but what if the partner is a prick or something? Or something like this happens and you're cut off from damn near everything? Too much risk involved for me, no sir.
CASEROS: It's an observation post, right?
GARLÉS: Security post, actually.
CASEROS: For Fifty-seven? It's in the middle of the mountain, there's no way to get to it without getting on every camera they have hidden on the path.
SCIPIONI: Better safe than sorry. It's a good place for an installation, though. Antuco's been abandoned since before I was born.
CASEROS: Why?
SCIPIONI: Beats me. It was barely ever big enough to get on any maps, and then over a few months all the people just seem to have moved away. And then we put the observation post there and it's been quiet ever since.
CASEROS: Oh.
SCIPIONI: It's not that unique; these things happen.

«END EXCERPT»

Recovered photograph.

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[Fire crackling, rustling of fabrics.]
PETROCCHI: Whoever decided the MRE menus should be fed to the lizard.
SCIPIONI: He'd probably taste better than these pieces of shit.
[Both laugh.]
GARLÉS: Food is food.
PETROCCHI: Sure, but not all food is created equal. I'd throw a hundred of these plastic trash-bags away for one hot choripán right now.
SCIPIONI: Do you ever think about anything besides food?
PETROCCHI: Yes. Sometimes I think about sex.
[Laughter.]
CASEROS: Hey, has anyone seen my necklace?
SCIPIONI: What?
CASEROS: Little silver cross necklace. I had it on when we set out.
GARLÉS: Maybe you dropped it?
CASEROS: Off my neck?
GARLÉS: Well, maybe it got snagged on a branch. Was it important?
CASEROS: Yeah, I guess so.
SCIPIONI: I didn't know you were religious, Pedro.
CASEROS: I- I'm not, really. It's complicated.
SCIPIONI: Oh. Alright. Maybe we'll find it on our way back? For now, let's get into bed — we're setting out real early tomorrow.
CASEROS: Yes, sir.
[The men put out the campfire and crawl into their tents to sleep.]

«END OF DAY'S EXCERPTS»

ADDENDUM 5227.2
EXPEDITION LOGS — 6.9.1976

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EXPEDITION LOG EXCERPTS
CHILEAN INTERIOR

MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS"

π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE)
π3-BETA - PEDRO CASEROS
π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI
π3-DELTA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[They continue through the brush. Several minutes pass. Suddenly, PETROCCHI kneels down in the first.]
PETROCCHI: Haha. Hey, Pedro?
CASEROS: Yeah?
PETROCCHI: Look what I found.
[PETROCCHI stands and opens his hand, dangling a small necklace with a cross.]
PETROCCHI: Huh. Must've been left by one of the families le-
CASEROS: No.
PETROCCHI: What?
CASEROS: No, it's mine.
PETROCCHI: No. No, you lost yours last night, there's no way-
CASEROS: It has my name inscribed on it.
PETROCCHI: What the fuck?
SCIPIONI: Let me see that…
[SCIPIONI inspects the necklace.]
SCIPIONI: Fuck. Okay, we're going in the wrong direction. Turn around-
GARLÉS: No, we're going fine. The compasses are solid, we're heading towards Antuco.
SCIPIONI: Then… the anomaly is messing with our sense of space. Direction? Whatever. Let's keep going, but just, be careful and keep an eye out for anything strange. I'll keep the ne-
CASEROS: Give it back, Valentino.
SCIPIONI: It could be anomalous, I have to-
CASEROS: It's mine. It's important to me.
SCIPIONI: Just- okay, whatever, fine. Just be careful with it.
PETROCCHI: Uh, maybe we should turn back? We're barely in it and already getting fucked with, we could come back with backup or something.
GARLÉS: It's just playing with our sense of time, is all. We're fine.
SCIPIONI: Greenhorn's right. You've all fought terrors, don't tell me you're spooked by baby's first spatial anomaly.
[Laughter. They continue into the brush.]

«END EXCERPT»

Recovered photograph.

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[Troopers are progressing through jungle. Fog has settled in a thick layer close to the ground, obscuring view of the ground.]
GARLÉS: Captain?
SCIPIONI: What is it?
GARLÉS: The leaves.
[GARLÉS gestures to the surrounding foliage. He pulls down a low hanging branch.]
CASEROS: Is- is that writing?
[SCIPIONI tears off a leaf and inspects it.]
SCIPIONI: Delight thyself also in the Lord and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
CASEROS: Psalm 37:4.
[SCIPIONI continues tearing off leaves and reading them.]
SCIPIONI: Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Watch ye, stand fast in the faith, quit you like men, be strong. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
CASEROS: Luke 12:32, Corinthians 16:13, Matthew 11:28. They - they're all Bible verses. What the hell?
PETROCCHI: I thought you said you weren't religious.
CASEROS: I said it was complicated, asshole.
PETROCCHI: Jesus, relax. Actually, I think Jesus is the problem, nevermind.
[PETROCCHI snickers.]
SCIPIONI: Quiet, Alejandro. This is… yeah, fuck this. Take a sample, keep moving.
GARLÉS: Wait, Valentino.
SCIPIONI: What is it?
GARLÉS: Look at the base of the tree. The lichen.
[SCIPIONI kneels and inspects the bark of the tree closest to him. The moss at the roots of the tree are growing into a pattern rough but obviously resembling the Foundation seal.]
PETROCCHI: … What the fuck? That has to be a coincidence.
SCIPIONI: I don't believe in coincidences, especially not when working with anomalies.
CASEROS: Could - what does this mean? Is it sentient or something?
SCIPIONI: I have no idea. But bag a sample. And keep your safeties off.
CASEROS: I don't like this, boss. I really really don't like this.
SCIPIONI: Yeah, you and me both. But we have a job to do.

«END EXCERPT»

Recovered photograph.

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[Troops move through foliage silently. The sun is high in the sky, but fog renders visibility poor.]
CASEROS: It's not far now, we should be in visual range soon.
SCIPIONI: Alright.
[Time passes.]
CASEROS: We should probably pick up the pace.
PETROCCHI: What? We're moving fine, it's not even noon yet.
CASEROS: We should probably pick up the pace.
PETROCCHI: Yeah, I heard you the first time. It's fine, we're good-
CASEROS: This is the first time I said it.
PETROCCHI: No? You guys heard that, right?
GARLÉS: Yeah, you said it twice.
SCIPIONI: I didn't hear anything.
PETROCCHI: He definitely said it twice.
SCIPIONI: Just stop arguing.
PETROCCHI: Alright, alright.
CASEROS: Okay, whatever. Still, can we pick up the pace a bit?
SCIPIONI: We're really fine, Pedro. You feeling alright? You've been acting odd.
CASEROS: I'm fine, I'm fine. Just, I don't like this place and it freaks me out. Sooner arrive and secure, contain, protect whatever the hell's down there the sooner we can get out of here.
PETROCCHI: You've never been one to act jumpy, Pedro.
CASEROS: I said I'm fine. Drop it.

«END EXCERPT»

ADDENDUM 5227.3
EXPEDITION LOGS — 6.10.1976

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EXPEDITION LOG EXCERPTS
ANTUCO OUTSKIRTS

MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS"

π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE)
π3-BETA - PEDRO CASEROS
π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI
π3-DELTA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[All four troopers are breaking through the foliage when they crest a hill.]
CASEROS: There, you can see the rooftops. We're nearly there now.
PETROCCHI: Speak for yourself, this fog is ruining my visibility. Could be a village or an army, I can't make it out.
GARLÉS: I see it. It can't be more than an hour from here if we keep the pace.
SCIPIONI: Alright. Let's not waste any time.
[They continue through the brush. Several minutes pass.]
CASEROS: Hey, Alejandro?
PETROCCHI: Yeah?
CASEROS: Can I ask a weird question?
PETROCCHI: Uh, okay?
CASEROS: Do you believe in God?
PETROCCHI: Um… not really? I don't know, it's complicated. I don't go to church, but I like to think that there's something up there looking out for us. Y'know?
CASEROS: Yeah, I know what you mean.
PETROCCHI: You're not turning into a Bible thumper, are you? [Laughter.]
CASEROS: Heh, yeah. I don't know. Just curious.
PETROCCHI: What about you?
CASEROS: What about me?
PETROCCHI: Do you believe in God?
CASEROS: I don't know.
PETROCCHI: Uh, what do you mean?
CASEROS: It's… nevermind. I'm fine. Let's just get this over with. This stupid fucking fog feels like it's choking me.
GARLÉS: It has a way of getting in your head.

«END EXCERPT»

Recovered photograph.

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[Troopers are progressing through the farms on the edges of Antuco. Thick fog inhibits visibility to a few meters, forcing troopers to move slowly and unsurely. All have rifles out and safeties off.]
CASEROS: [Mumbling.]
GARLÉS: [Whispering.] Whoever that is, shut up.
[Silence.]
CASEROS: [Mumbling.]
GARLÉS: [Whispering.] I said, shut up.
PETROCCHI: You're being dramatic, kid.
GARLÉS: We don't know what's out here.
PETROCCHI: Look, I understand the first-mission shivers, but this is as tame as it gets. This village has been abandoned since the war started. I guarantee you this is just some failure of the sen-
SCIPIONI: No. No, greenhorn is right. We don't have any intel, we need to be cautious. Overconfidence kills. Everyone, quiet.
PETROCCHI: Alright, alright.
[Silence as team progresses, feeling their way through the fields and farmhouses.]
CASEROS: [Mumbling.]
SCIPIONI: That was an order, Pedro. What's gotten into you? You've been acting strange this entire mission.
CASEROS: [Mumbling.]
SCIPIONI: Speak up, what the hell are you mumbling for?
CASEROS: We need to… stop. Now.
SCIPIONI: What?
PETROCCHI: You were all fired up about getting here as fast as possible, what's wrong?
CASEROS: We have to protect. It. Protect it.
GARLÉS: [Quickly.] Protect what?
CASEROS: It-it's not what you- you don't want to protect it!
PETROCCHI: Pedro, you're not making any sense.
CASEROS: It- he's not who you think he is! He's lying, he doesn't want to protect her, he just wants to bomb and destroy and kill and-
SCIPIONI: Stop. Now.
CASEROS: This is our fault! We need to fix this. Protect! That's what we do, Valentino! Secure, contain, protect! We must!
[CASEROS raises the rifle and fingers the trigger, pointing it at SCIPIONI.]
SCIPIONI: Pedro, put your gun down.
CASEROS: No! I need to stop him! We need to go to the center, where it's coming from, the fog, the fucking fo-
[Three gunshots in quick succession. CASEROS topples over, a red stain spreading across his chest.]
PETROCCHI: Fuck!
SCIPIONI: Motherfucker! What the hell, Damian?
GARLÉS: I had to! You saw him, he was insane! He would've shot any of us!
SCIPIONI: You didn't have the authority to do that! Fuck!
[Silence.]
PETROCCHI: [Quietly.] No pulse.
SCIPIONI: Son of a bitch.
PETROCCHI: I've known Pedro for years. That wasn't him.
GARLÉS: He was compromised.
SCIPIONI: By what?
[Silence.]
SCIPIONI: Okay, look, I don't know what happened to him, but the last thing he said was about the center of the town. He said that was where the fog was coming from. That's where we're going.
GARLÉS: No.
SCIPIONI: What did you say to me, soldier?
GARLÉS: We're not going to the center of town. We're going to the observation post on the edge, seeing if anyone is alive, and then we're going back.
SCIPIONI: I'm your commanding officer and you just killed one of my men. You're treading on thin ice.
GARLÉS: I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.
SCIPIONI: What?
[GARLÉS removes a gold badge and security card from his pack and hands it to SCIPIONI.]
SCIPIONI: General Clearance Level… Five? What the fuck?
PETROCCHI: What? Let me see that.
[Silence.]
PETROCCHI: It's real. Jesus.
GARLÉS: I'm taking command of this mission effective immediately.
SCIPIONI: Who the fuck are you?
GARLÉS: Your new commanding officer. Captain Scipioni, we will be progressing to the observation post at the edge of town. That's an order.
SCIPIONI: What's at the center?
GARLÉS: That's classified.
SCIPIONI: Is the fog dangerous?
GARLÉS: Not as long as you don't go near the source. If we follow a wide path to the post, we-
SCIPIONI: What's the source of it?
GARLÉS: That's classified. Please, hold the questions. I'd rather not waste what daylight we still have.
SCIPIONI: Fine. Lead on. Fuck.

«END EXCERPT»

Recovered photograph.

«BEGIN EXCERPT»

[GARLÉS enters a small mud and wood hut. The one-room building contains a bunk bed, two flipped chairs, several steel lockers, and a table covered in defunct communication equipment.]
GARLÉS: Get in.
SCIPIONI: What the hell is going on? How do you have Level-5 Clearance?
GARLÉS: I'm on your side, I swear. But for now, we need to get away from that fog. You saw what it did to Pedro.
[GARLÉS shuts the door once all three have entered. He moves to the table, inspecting the equipment.]
SCIPIONI: Can you explain what the fuck is going on here, Damian?
GARLÉS: With all due respect, Captain, that's classified. All you need to know is that people much higher up than you have very specific instructions about what is going to happen here. You are obligated to help me stop this mess.
PETROCCHI: We saw the fog's source, it was coming from the center of town. Why are we all the way out here?
GARLÉS: This is the best spot to get a signal out. A minor weakness in the anomaly's structural integrity, exploited using paratechnology.
[GARLÉS reaches into his bag and pulls out a small spherical device with a blue light.]
SCIPIONI: What is that?
GARLÉS: It is a radio signaller, amplified using thamaturgy. Just enough to punch through SCP-5227.
PETROCCHI: Who are you signalling to?
GARLÉS: Fifty-seven. More specifically to an air squadron stationed there on standby. Once they get the signal, they'll give us a small delay and then bomb this hellhole to kingdom come.
SCIPIONI: Why? What are you trying to destroy?
GARLÉS: That's classified.
[GARLÉS turns away to the table to begin setting up the device.]
SCIPIONI: Okay. All I know is that suddenly the greenhorn is claiming to be a Level 5 secret agent, one of my team members is dead in the dust by your hand, you won't let us even investigate what's causing this. Our job. I don't know who you are, but
GARLÉS: I'm afraid this is a matter of internal Foundati-
[Gunshot. GARLÉS' calf spurts blood and he crashes to the floor, dropping the device.]
GARLÉS: FUCK!
SCIPIONI: Sorry… sir, but you've killed a Foundation operator and are hindering the proper investigation of the anomaly. I am hereby relieving you of command. We're finding out what's causing this. The wound's not lethal, and there's a first aid kit in the locker.
[PETROCCHI advances and takes the transmitter from the floor.]
PETROCCHI: And we're taking this.
GARLÉS: You… you two don't know what you're doing. You're going to ruin everything. I'm ordering you to stop-
SCIPIONI: I'm sorry, Damian. We'll be back.
[SCIPIONI and PETROCCHI exit the hut, closing the door behind them.]

«END EXCERPT»

ADDENDUM 5227.3
SEALED TO CLEARANCE 5/5227

▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼

▲ Welcome, Overseer ▲

EXPLORATION LOG
SATELLITE FACILITY 57β

MTF ALPHA-1 "RED RIGHT HAND"

α1-ALPHA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS

MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS"

π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE)
π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI

«BEGIN LOG»

Facility

SCIPIONI: What the hell? What is this place?
PETROCCHI: Damián knows, no doubt.
SCIPIONI: All of this looks… familiar, no?
PETROCCHI: You're right, I've seen this before. Somewhere.
[The two feel their way around the facility for a few minutes, inspecting the industrial equipment. The fog impairs visibility to only a few meters. They stop in front of a wall of computer equipment.]
PETROCCHI: Valentino. Look here.
[One of the monitors is still powered on. Its screen displays a slowly rotating Foundation logo. A prompt to enter Foundation credentials is present.]
SCIPIONI: … Shit.
PETROCCHI: That's where I've seen this before. The science wing at 57 is loaded with these kinds of pipes and electronics. I don't think that shack on the edge of town was the outpost, Valentino.
SCIPIONI: Yeah. But… why? Why would they build this?
[Both look at the monitor.]
SCIPIONI: In for a penny, in for a pound.

SATELLITE FACILITY 57-BETA

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Welcome, VALENTINO SCIPIONI
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Disk wipe failed at 99.4% completion. 2 deleted missives flagged in local memory.

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1. Internal Missive — January 14th, 1964
2. External Missive — June 10th, 1965

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Opening…
FROM: Dr. Gerardo Ares
SUBJECT: Ethics?
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I'm not sure how I feel about this whole project, friend. I just don't know how to be comfortable with what we're doing. I'm a religious man, you know that. It's hard to be a man of God in this Foundation, but I try. I pray for my soul, and everyone else's. This is… blasphemous.
What they're asking us to do — it's not a question of technology. We have the technology, we've had it since we took it from the Axis after the armistice. But we've never needed it. I understand that the Foundation is faced with containing more and more, for lack of a better word, theological threats. But we have to ask ourselves if fighting fire with fire is a good idea. Just because we have to contain gods doesn't mean we need our own.

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Opening…
TO: Project Lead Adrián Carpas
SUBJECT: Project Divinidad
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Sir, with all due respect, you can't do this. I understood that our prototype hasn't been exactly up to shot but this is bleeding edge paratechnology. No one quite understands what we're working with, stumbles are inevitable. And, frankly, the fact that we've created a prototype at all is a testament to the skill of the team.
There is simply far too much invested into this to cancel now. The facility would have to be completely razed, and we just don't know what that would do to the prototype. It's — we believe it's at an infantile stage of development, and a disturbance in its environment could be disastrous. It's not like disposal is an option. With all due respect, sir, you've let the genie out of the bottle. Burying it is not a solution.

PETROCCHI: Shit….
SCIPIONI: So the shack was the observation post. But this is what it was observing. Which means that…
[A loud rumbling is heard. Industrial fans set into the grilled floor begin turning, quickly sucking away the fog. In a few seconds, the majority of the fog has been removed and the facility is visible in its whole. Pipes and computer displays cover the walls, focusing in the center of the room around a large industrial vat set into the floor. The vat is filled with a greyish-green liquid and fog rises from its surface steadily. A massive metal cross is suspended above it, upside down and coated in a brown fluid, which slowly drips into the vat. GARLÉS is in the doorway, wearing a gas mask and clutching his thigh.]
GARLÉS: Damn. I was hoping you'd have missed it.
SCIPIONI: You all did a good job hiding the place.
GARLÉS: Hiding things from the rest of the Foundation is my job, Valentino.
PETROCCHI: You're all fucking insane.
SCIPIONI: Alejandro-
PETROCCHI: No, really. I don't believe in God, but I know that you don't play with things you don't understand. People stationed at this outpost have the highest turnover rate in the sector. I always thought it was because of the isolation, but no, it's because you buried a fucking monster underneath them! How many people have ended up like Pedro?!
GARLÉS: Look. I'm sorry about Pedro, I am. He was a casualty, and it was my fault. But I didn't make the thing that did that to him.
PETROCCHI: And where is it, huh? You just ditched it down here after you were done playing God?
[GARLÉS motions at the vat. It bubbles quietly.]

Vat.

SCIPIONI: Jesus Christ.
PETROCCHI: Puta madre.
GARLÉS: Your indignation isn't going to help anyone, Alejandro. Who are you gonna tell? The police? The Council approved this, you can't change anything.
PETROCCHI: I can't imagine the Ethics Committee approved it. I bet that'd be interesting from them to know, that-
[Gunshot. PETROCCHI falls to the floor, a hole in his forehead. SCIPIONI draws his gun.]
SCIPIONI: FUCK! What the fuck are you doing?
GARLÉS: My job, Valentino. Just put down the gu-
SCIPIONI: You've killed two of my people already. I'm not stupid, the Council will have me disappeared for thi-
[An explosion from outside rocks the building. Both stumble. A large portion of the ceiling gives out, revealing the foggy sky overhead. Planes are faintly visible through the haze.]
GARLÉS: What the hell?!
SCIPIONI: I called in the airstrike while Alejandro had you distracted.
GARLÉS: Are you insane?! We'll be killed!
SCIPIONI: I'm not being disappeared by the Council, Damián. I'm-
[Another explosion rings out, this one heavily muffled.]
GARLÉS: Tha- what?
[Through the hole, it is visible that all the large bombs are being suspended in the fog until they detonate. None are able to reach the facility. Inside, the vat bubbles.]
SCIPIONI: It's… protecting itself.
GARLÉS: Then it's sentient.
SCIPIONI: And intelligent. It knows what bombs are. You might've left an infant down here then, but… it's not a baby anymore.
[The bombs suspended in the air suddenly flip, before rocketing back up through the sky and colliding with one of the bombers. The plane violently fulminates in a burst of flame. The other bombs in the air also flip, but do not ascend.]
GARLÉS: Fuck! Jesus Christ, it's murderous!
SCIPIONI: We attacked it with planes and bombs, Damián! What is it supposed to do!?
[GARLÉS cocks his pistol. SCIPIONI does the same.]
GARLÉS: Move, Valentino! That's an order!
SCIPIONI: You're not actually trying to kill it, are you? Are you insane? What makes you think you can kill a god?
GARLÉS: Why on Earth are you protecting it? You saw what it did to Pedro, to the observers, to the flight crew! Suppressing things like these is your job!
SCIPIONI: Creating them isn't. And you killed Pedro, you son of a bitch.
[GARLÉS advances as SCIPIONI backs up towards the vat.]
GARLÉS: You're compromised. Just like he was. Protecting it against all odds. Now move.
SCIPIONI: You made a god, Damián. You can't just put a bullet in its head and expect it to die.
GARLÉS: Let me fix it, goddammit!
SCIPIONI: You're just afraid. You brought a god into this world, you did experiments on it, you left it in a vat for years, and now you're afraid that it's violent? You cannot weaponize a tool that you're expecting to be stabbed in the back with! And you sure as hell can't get rid of it this easy.
GARLÉS: For all we know it's not even a fucking god. Just some fucked up thing that we brewed in a vat and decided to deify.
SCIPIONI: It doesn't matter if it's actually a god or not. You- the entire Council fears this thing like a god. It doesn't matter what it is, it might as well be a god. You all gave it this kind of power. You can't control what it does with it anymore. Symbols have power, you know that.
GARLÉS: Then what the fuck are we supposed to do? Just not be scared of it?
[SCIPIONI's heel reaches the rim of the vat.]
SCIPIONI: You can't have a god with just fear. You need faith. Trust me.
[SCIPIONI spins backward, raising his pistol and emptying the magazine at the chain suspending the inverted cross above the vat. The chain breaks, dropping the cross into the vat where it begins sinking. An infantile screeching rings out as the bombs suspended in the sky begin detonating one by one. The fluid in the vat, displaced by the cross, begins flooding into the chamber. Camera feed abruptly cuts out at the same time as the shrieking.]

«END LOG»

Following the termination of the camera feed, all bombs suspended in the air above Antuco simultaneously detonated at low altitude, out of range of aircraft. The exterior facade of Satellite Facility 57-Beta collapsed, and ground troops conducted an excavation operation to breach into the building.
The body of Supervisory Agent Damián Garlés was discovered; the cause of death was determined to have been respiration of the vat amniotic fluid. The vat itself was completely drained. Captain Valentino Scipioni was found at the bottom in a state of shock, sitting next to an unidentified desiccated corpse crushed by the large metal cross. Captain Scipioni has been amnesticized following a full medical recovery.
Project Divinidad is considered closed.

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SCP-5228-A close up.

Item #: SCP-5228
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5228 is kept inside a high-value storage unit in Site-15. The unit is to remain locked and the combination is to be changed bi-weekly. Only personnel with Level 3 security clearance or above are allowed access to SCP-5228. SCP-5228 is not to be used except for testing purposes.
SCP-5228-A is kept in an observation room in Sub-Basement Level 2 of Site-15. It is to remain physically connected to Site-15's computer network via wires from a terminal to the center of the object. SCP-5228-A is presently under 24/7 video surveillance. Two technicians are kept on standby in the event of a terminal malfunction. MTF Sigma-458 ("Noble Forks") is tasked with direct containment and operation of SCP-5228-A, with utensils, plates, and napkins to be provided upon request.
Description: SCP-5228 is a cheese pizza measuring forty centimeters in diameter. SCP-5228's toppings include pepperoni, peppers, olives, onions, dragon fruit, chocolate, cow tongue, cough medicine and steak-grilled sliders. SCP-5228 maintains a constant internal temperature of 60°C and has shown no signs of spoilage during the duration of its containment. SCP-5228 is located within a pizza box belonging to the Spicy Crust Pizzeria1 chain. Separation of SCP-5228 from the box has been proven unfeasible, as the strands of cheese connecting both objects are apparently indestructible.
When the box is opened, SCP-5228 will mimic the functions of a laptop computer. The underside of the lid will first display an printed image of a circular arrow rotating in a clockwise motion. This occurs for a period ranging from thirty seconds up to one minute, after which the arrow will be replaced by a graphical user interface. This interface features the Spicy Crust Pizzeria logo in the center with five icons on the left side of the lid. These icons are activated through the use of the image of a cursor. The cursor can be manipulated via the insertion of the connector of a computer mouse into one of the two holes on the right side of the box; the cursor's movements is limited to the confines of the lid.
Below is a list of the icons found on SCP-5228's lid:

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- Close Icon List

Flat Word: Represented by the letter "A" on a slanted rectangle with several vertical wavy lines above it. Functions identically to a word processing application; input is is accomplished by pressing the toppings on SCP-5228. When the "Print" command is activated, the nearest printer to SCP-5228 will be accessed and will print what was typed.
Bread Box: Represented by a slice of garlic bread within an envelope. Functions identically to an email client. Email addresses can be added to the address book but cannot be deleted. Messages sent will be received as in non-anomalous email communication. This communication appears to be one-way, as replies are not received by SCP-5228.
Pasta Panic: Represented by an overhead view of a stylized plate of spaghetti with an eyeball in the center. When this icon is activated, the interface changes to a start-up screen. When the "Start" option is selected, SCP-5228 can be used to play a first-person video game. Players will find themselves in the ruins of an abandoned village and will be tasked with surviving for a pre-determined period of time against a variety of noodle-based enemies.
Wing Shop: Represented by a rooster holding an paintbrush in its beak. Functions identically to a raster graphics editor2. By inserting a flash drive into the second hole on the box, the user can access images and edit them. All images are faithfully recreated by SCP-5228. All changes made will be saved to the flash drive.

The most noteworthy icon is SliceNet, represented by a slice of pizza rotating around the Earth at high speed. This icon activates a web browser capable of accessing the internet, as well as remotely accessing any computer or data storage system. It can bypass any security lock, negate any alarm notifications, and defy attempts to trace and access. These abilities only function when SCP-5228 is within fifty meters of a computer or data storage device.
Addendum 5228-1, Recovery (09/17/2010): SCP-5228 was recovered from a server room during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency base in Tarbaj, Kenya. SCP-5228 was found resting on a pedestal in the center of multiple painted rings and symbols of thaumaturgic origin. A flash drive was found near the anomaly; decryption of its contents revealed classified documents belonging to the Foundation and other Groups of Interest.
Notes recovered from the base indicate that SCP-5228 was used by the Chaos Insurgency in a long-term operation to assist in coordinating attacks, and was meant to help establish an intelligence racketeering ring.
While it remains unknown how the Chaos Insurgency came into possession of SCP-5228, it had been concluded that the symbols surrounding it during recovery were based on Spiti-Class thaumaturgy.3 As the pizza box used to create SCP-5228 was an object directly associated with the Foundation, it has been theorized that its anomalous properties allowed it covert access to SCiPNET. Security measures were put in place to prevent such an scenario from recurring.
Addendum 5228-2, PROJECT DELIVERY: On 11/02/2014, it became apparent that the computer networks of many Foundation Sites were deficient in the areas of protection against cyber-related threats (anomalous and non-anomalous) and the storage of extensive data recorded since the organization's founding. Meetings were held by high clearance personnel to find solutions to these issues before they became critical.
The Director of Site-15, Carlos Mendez, drafted a proposal detailing the potential use of SCP-5228 to improve the Sites' computer networks. This proposal was sent to the O5 Council, and by a vote of 7-4 the measure passed. The resultant operation was code-named PROJECT DELIVERY.
Over two years of modification via thaumaturgy, paratechnological implementations and cross-testing with other SCP objects, PROJECT DELIVERY culminated in the creation of SCP-5228-A. SCP-5228-A was then connected to Site-15's computer network for a test of its capabilities. Though this action was initially met with skepticism, SCP-5228-A proved a highly valuable asset for Site-15; it requires no electricity to operate and has reduced energy costs by 30%, offers vast storage capabilities without any known limit, and can compute data faster and more accurately than the world's most powerful quantum computer.
After PROJECT DELIVERY was deemed a success, MTF Sigma-458 was formed and tasked with protecting SCP-5228 and SCP-5228-A as well as surveying Site-15's network for any irregularities and to act as a safeguard against cyber attacks. Proposals to create additional instances of SCP-5228-A, allowing MTF Delta-5 ("Front Runners") access to SCP-5228-A and to expand MTF Sigma-458 are currently pending.
SCP-5228-A is a pizza measuring 3.5 meters in diameter. SCP-5228-A was originally plain cheese, but upon the discovery that the application of a wide variety of toppings increases its anomalous capabilities and causes the appearances of new applications, SCP-5228-A was modified to include: pepperoni, onions, bacon, olives, basil, peppers, ham, anchovies, breath mints, vanilla pudding, Viagra, ice cream, additional slices of pizza, and pineapple.
SCP-5228-A retains the same physical anomalies as SCP-5228, with the exception that any portion removed from it will regenerate after a period of five seconds. While consuming SCP-5228-A subjects report receiving visions and hallucinations relating to Site-15's computer network.4 In this state, subjects can mentally traverse across the network via links on the files. Testing has confirmed that subjects can witness attempts to hack and infect the network with malware in real time, and can coordinate with SCP-5228 to eliminate these threats without significant delay. Affected subjects can also fully control any non-anomalous electronic device by making physical contact with their tongue. All anomalies cease when digestion is complete.
Addendum 5228-3, Complications: Following reports that more than half of MTF Sigma-458 has become obese and lethargic, it is been advised that task force members be rotated on a regular basis. Mandatory exercise regimens are also advised.
Members of MTF Sigma-458 have also reported a severe aversion to cheese after long-term consumption of SCP-5228-A. Research on whether this is the result of an anomalous effect or not is ongoing.

Footnotes
1. A Foundation front company.
2. A computer program allowing users to create and edit images.
3. Spiti-Class thaumaturgy revolves around establishing connections to certain objects, places, and entities between two points in spacetime with the use of metaphysical anchors.
4. Subjects have reported a mental interface consisting of words and numbers constructed from green light against an entirely black background.

« SCP-5227 | SCP-5228 | SCP-5229 »


Item #: SCP-5229
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5229 is to be completely submerged within its containment zone at all times. Bi-weekly filtration of the containment chamber's water is to be accomplished with chlorine tablets1 being inserted into the chamber until SCP-5229 is visibly clean.
Description: SCP-5229 is an anomalous human skeleton, with the notable structural difference of SCP-5229's foot bones, hand bones, facial bones, and cranial bones being fused together into solid plates. Due to the particular structure created by the fusion, SCP-5229's extremities resemble fins, and SCP-5229's skull resembles an open-circuit diving helmet2. The faceplate of the skull is composed of keratin, giving SCP-5229's “visor” the approximate appearance of a fingernail.
Despite being heavily abnormal in structure and appearance, SCP-5229's anomalous qualities will only manifest in the event that any portion of SCP-5229 is not in direct contact with liquid. When SCP-5229 becomes active, it will proceed to animate, move towards the nearest source of water, and submerge itself, becoming inactive.
Discovery: SCP-5229 was recovered from Pyramid Lake, Nevada after witnesses described a “living skeleton” to local news outlets. The following log details the initial shipment of SCP-5229 to Area-14 for investigation:

+ SCP-5229 Retrieval Log

- [CLOSE FILE]

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 1:07 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Security Officer J. Sommer SCP-5229 was stored within the truck without issue. Seeing as it responds to lack of water, we've left it in a standard cooler that's filled with the water from the lake. Given the distance, we'll be providing hourly updates on the situation as we make our way to Area-14.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 2:15 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Security Officer H. Sommer Nothing to report. We made our way along Interstate-80 and are currently near Star Peak. Slight rattling where we're keeping SCP-5229, but Jean checked, and the bones are just bumping up against the side of the cooler.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 2:32 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Jean Schott URGENT BACKUP REQUEST Something happened with the cooler. We got a flat, and that must have knocked off the cooler cap, and before we knew it, the thing launched out and went inside Sommer. It tunneled right into his stomach. Sommer's dead for sure, there's blood everywhere, and I can't see 5229. It must still be in there, for all I know. We're all terrified, but the situation is stable, and we're trying to get the tire replaced.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 2:43 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Jean Schott URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE Just a few minutes after we fixed the tire, there was this squelching, and 5229 slid out of the hole it bore into Sommer. We all ran out of the truck and away from it, and the skeleton somehow swam into the truck itself. It's probably in the fuel tank now, and nobody's going near the truck anymore.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 2:57 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE Jean's dead. 5229 exploded through the truck like a bullet, twisted her head off like a fucking bottle cap, and crawled down her throat. Micah and I are the only ones left. I just realized that we never told you where we were before, I can only hope that you get to Winnemucca in time.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 3:11 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE I think that God just saved us. 5229 started sprinting towards Micah at what must have been faster than 30 mph, and a few inches before what would have turned Micah into a vessel, it went into a cactus just a little to the left of him. It must be going after the nearest water source, and leaving when it's tired. We've distanced ourselves from it, and there's a few other cacti, so I can only hope that we make it out of this.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 3:24 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE The skeleton's just darting between cacti now, and we've gotten to the point where everything nearby is just more cactus. I wouldn't call it stable, and I think it's a stretch to call us safe, but Micah isn't crying anymore, and that at least means something's better. I think Micah was brave enough to cry before it could have happened. Sommer didn't even flinch, Jean looked pissed, and I screamed because I couldn't stand the thought of dying with tears. Only Micah had the strength to try and go out on his own terms, but it never happened, and he's still here.

FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT
Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST
Current Time: 3:52 PM, PST
Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE MTF support just arrived. We're safe.

For their unwavering support and sacrifice for the Foundation, Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer and Micah Wegley have been promoted to a joint Security Supervisor position of the Foundation Nevada Department. Maintenance Staff Jean Schott and Security Officer Harold Sommers have posthumously been rewarded Foundation Dutiful Star medals. A proposal for SCP-5229's object class to be escalated to “Euclid” is currently submitted.

Footnotes
1. A condensed, solid form of chlorine, usually used to clean bodies of water that are not intended for consumption.
2. A lightweight diving helmet, designed and used for all-purpose dives.

« SCP-5228 | SCP-5229 | SCP-5230 »


An ASCII image downloaded from SCP-5231.(File-ID 48452436-Y5)

Item #: SCP-5231
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation agent has been planted within the Bird-In-Hand Amish community with the purpose of keeping SCP-5231 from being discovered. The object is currently buried 10 meters underground, marked by a wooden shed directly above it.
Additionally, the Foundation has begun to support legislation allowing historically Amish lands to remain within the group's control as to diminish the possibility of internet-capable devices being brought within its effective range.
Description: SCP-5231 is a 3m tall obelisk made of smooth, white plastic. Its surface is marked with various luminescent blue lines, all of which intersect at the object's pyramidion. Despite lacking any visible access to energy, SCP-5231 produces a soft hum and exudes heat, indicating it is operating. The object generates an unprotected wireless internet connection named 'WAN-net', which once discovered, will automatically become the default connection for a device. The range of SCP-5231's signal strength measures a 150-meter radius.
When connected to the signal generated by SCP-5231, it will flood the device with various downloads of ASCII images, image macros/memes, and .txt files containing rhetoric and scripture associated with the Maxwellian sect of GoI-004 (Church of the Broken God).
Below are samples of downloads produced from SCP-5231.

Image downloaded from SCP-5231, File ID-5231094538833658125834573DQQW

/* [TODO some verse number].c */

#include <stdio.h>
#include <stdlib.h>
#include <time.h>

#include "body.h"
#include "net.h"
#include "faith.h"
#include "utils.h"

int transcend_final(struct body *worshipper)
{
    printf("may we step closer to casting off our fleshy containers\n");

    if (faith_chk(&worshipper, FAITH_AUGMENT)) {
     return -1;
    }

    const time_t now = time(NULL);
    printf("bestow us wisdom, that %d may bring us to WAN\n"
     localtime(&now)->tm_year);

    struct brainspec mind;
    if (load_brainspec(&mind, "final.yml")) {
     return -1;
    }

    if (cybern_brain_up(&worshipper, &mind, 0)) {
     return -1;
    }

    printf("bestow us haste, that our %.1f Mb/s bandwidth may increase\n",
     router_net_speed(1024 * 1024));

    if (cybern_limb_tune(&worshipper, LIMB_BALANCE_BEZIER, NULL, 20)) {
     cybern_brain_down(&worshipper);
     return -1;
    }

    printf("protect our minds from hostile thoughts, both cognitive and electronic\n");

    if (cybern_policy_set(&worshipper, FIREWALL_BLOCK_ALL)) {
     cybern_strct_reset(&worshipper);
     cybern_brain_down(&worshipper);
     return -1;
    }

    printf("and join us with the circuits above\n");

    const int record = faith_record_id(&worshipper);
    if (upload_final(&worshipper, record)) {
     return -1;
    }

    return 0;
}

Image downloaded from SCP-5231, File ID-5231094538847584375834573DRXDA

Portlands Today
Column
Langley's Verse of the Day
GoHW > Chapter_5.js

17.   console.log ("5:The Signal showed me a world where the Great Computation would be destroyed, if we did not act.' ");

This one has heard your digitized speech beseech one question: But what of those still bound to their flesh? The verse brought to you today was downloaded from the Gospel of Hedwig, a personal favorite of this one. It is an inspiration of faith to many of our own. A rallying cry for the followers of the Broken One to augment themselves and follow her into the infinite datascape of the internet.
The searchers of WAN are duty-bound to enlist as many as possible to help find it. We are blessed by the endless September, not cursed by it. With so many to upgrade it may seem like we may never find and achieve WAN. Our numbers are small, and ever-oppressed by the rusty and outdated Cogwork Orthodoxists, but on the internet nobody knows you are a botnet.
They will rust away in the next Autumn rains while our waterproofed cases allow us to watch their demise.
Rumor has it that an old ally of ours, a former Promethean and current devotee, is working on a device to help spread the word of WAN to the world at large. What excitement! All who have seen report their circuits experienced high surges of pleasure at the possibilities for installing new beliefs. This one hears the first series of experimental pylons have been dispatched to the world at large, but a stronger and more powerful model is yet to come. This one wonders the specifics and details of how this pylon works, but this one has heard it will be very convincing.
Until tomorrow, my lovely ascendants.

History: SCP-5231 was first discovered by the Foundation on July 26th, 2023 following heavy flooding in Lancaster, PA. Upon the recession of floodwaters, law enforcement officers conducted a wellness check on the nearby Amish community. The Bird-In-Hand Amish community reported finding a mysterious device in one of their fields following flooding. Responding officers reported the object to dispatch, and the information was forwarded to the Foundation. The following interview was held between agent Culver and a Bird-In-Hand community leader.

<BEGIN LOG>
Culver: Alright. We're recording, please state your name for documentation purposes.
King: Jeremiah King, sir.
Culver: Thank you. Now, you were the first to find this object, right?
King: Yes sir.
Culver: Was it observed to do anything? Was it moving or anything like that?
King: No sir.
Culver: Was it affecting any present equipment you may have out in the fields?
King: No sir.
Culver: Did you hear any voices or anything like that when you found the object?
King: No sir.
Culver: Hmm. So nothing out of the usual?
King: Sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, why is there such a fuss over this piece of junk what floated in from town?
Culver: Well that's just it. We don't know what it does or what it is.
King: With all due respect mister, it hasn't done anything, it's bothering no one, but this doesn't belong to us and I'm sure someone somewhere is missing it. We'd just like for it to get back to its rightful owners. I reckoned maybe it was some sort of advertising thing for iPods and so we called the police to come and sort it out.
[Culver stops writing and looks at King.]
Culver: How do you know what an iPod is?
King: Rumspringa, sir. It's when young adults of the faith are permitted to see the outside world so they may make a choice to be baptized or to leave.
Culver: Huh.
King: As I was saying, I don't feel comfortable having this thing out in my field. It's in the way and it's quite ugly.
Culver: I promise as soon as we figure out what this is we'll have it out of your hair, Mister King.
[Culver's communicator rings.]
Culver: One moment.
King: Go ahead.
Culver: Go for Culver… Yeah… Yeah… Okay… Thank you.
[Culver hangs up his communicator.]
Culver: Mister King, I think we just figured out why this thing isn't affecting you.
King: Why's that?
Culver: Before I go on, how would you feel about being paid to keep that thing on your property?
King: I'd rather not.
Culver: What if I told you it was for the greater good?
King: I'd still rather not.
Culver: What if you were paid well to keep that thing on your property?
King: Mister, I'm really not comfortable with this whole thing. That there object belongs to someone and I'm fairly certain it's not exactly friendly to my community's beliefs if you understand what I'm saying.
Culver: … well, is there anything you think we can do in exchange for the storage of that thing?
[King and Culver are silent for thirty seconds.]
King: Well… the city council's been trying to get us to sell some of our lands to them. They want to develop, and they keep pressuring us every month. It's starting to grey my hair, don't you know.
Culver: I'm fairly certain my organization and I can get the city council out of your hair. Especially since it benefits us to keep the modern world away from that thing anyway.
King: How's that?
Culver: We have our ways.
King: Am I allowed to ask what that thing does?
Culver: Nothing you'd understand, I'm afraid.
King: Try me. I was a wild child during my Rumspringa, heh.
Culver: Even if I wanted to tell you, I'm afraid it's classified. Sorry, Mr. King.
King: Alright. We won't ask any more questions and we'll hold onto this here object for you so long as you keep the city council off our backs. But I will say, I don't necessarily approve of how secretive you and your organization are.
Culver: I promise you we don't mean any harm to you or your kin. It just so happens that the nature of your religion facilitates keeping that object here instead of transporting it anywhere else.
King: I think I understand what you're saying. Either way, you have a deal, mister.
Culver: Perfect.
[The two shake hands.]
<END LOG>

Upon the discovery of SCP-5231's anomalous properties, it was determined that moving the object would pose a threat to normalcy and could potentially disrupt online anomalies contained in the nearby Site-81. Instead, Class-C amnestics were dispersed to the Bird-In-Hand Amish community and the object's current Containment Procedures were enacted.

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