Flooding on the property of PoI #5496, resultant of SCP-2185 activity.

Item #: SCP-2185
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Efforts to contain SCP-2185 are ongoing. Foundation negotiation experts have met with individuals believed to be ringleaders in the operation of SCP-2185 in order to reach a compromise that would result in the cessation of its violent anomalous actions. More active and aggressive containment efforts have been deemed an unnecessary risk at this point in time, as these might result in a great widening of SCP-2185 activity, currently relatively isolated. Persons of Interest affected by the actions of SCP-2185 are to be dealt with on an individual case basis as decreed by the Foundation Diplomatic Committee. Unrelated individuals affected by SCP-2185 are to be dealt with in accordance to standard DaC (Denial and Compensation) procedure and the phenomena explained to be the result of unusual flash floods. The Foundation's possession of anomalous creatures similar in composition to members of SCP-2185 is not to come to their attention.
Description: SCP-2185 is a collective of water-based semi-humanoid entities (describing themselves as "aquaform thaumaturgic case servitors", additional description of individual members below) who, starting in ██/██/████, began attacking the homes and properties of several individuals suspected by the Foundation to have participated in the proliferation of anomalous activity. Members of SCP-2185 claim to have work relations with said individuals, and also claim to have been mistreated by them on a regular basis (something they refer to as "a breach of basic summoning etiquette").
As a result of said grievance, the entities claim to have decided to band together and form SCP-2185 as a method of forcing "summoners" to acquiesce to their demands of fair treatment, or face consequences. Negotiation between SCP-2185 and the aforementioned individuals has evidently gone awry, resulting in members of SCP-2185 causing minor-to-moderate flooding on the property of offending "summoners", typically by causing unnatural surges in local piping or overflowing reservoirs using what are believed to be innate water manipulation abilities. Said abilities are likely the reason the entities comprising SCP-2185 originally began to be employed by the aforementioned individuals. Damage to unrelated populace as result of SCP-2185 activity has been minimal so far and is believed to be an unintended side-effect.
As a result of these attacks, several of the aforementioned individuals (hence Persons of Interest) have sought mediation between themselves and SCP-2185. In order to minimize anomalous interruptions to public order, the Foundation, having some prior experience with similar creatures (see SCP-███, SCP-████ and SCP-054) has agreed to act as mediator between the PoIs and SCP-2185, who agreed to meet with Foundation negotiators on neutral grounds.
Addendum: On ██/██/2015, Agents Lefet and Ramasubramanian met with a delegation from SCP-2185 on neutral ground, to discuss terms of truce between SCP-2185 and one of its targets, POI-56782
The delegation from SCP-2185 consisted as follows:
SCP-2185-A – Cold salt water. Waves ripple across its surface regardless of wind conditions. Primary spokesman.
SCP-2185-B – Cold fresh water. Contains an imitation skeleton made up of common freshwater plants.
SCP-2185-C – Warm salt water. Clear, contains schools of tropical fish.
SCP-2185-D - Waste water – contains large amounts of mud, human feces, and several animal carcasses.

<Begin Log>
Agent L: Thank you for agreeing to meet with us about this.
SCP-2185-A: You seem capable of helping us reach a satisfactory conclusion, gentlemen.
Agent L: Right. So, if you could give me an overview of your organization's grievances with Mr. Horowitz, we can get started.
SCP-2185-A: You are in contact with him, correct?
Agent L: Yes, we are. We will do as much as we can to keep communications open between your respective parties.
SCP-2185-C: Has he said anything to you yet?
Agent L: No, he has stated that he wishes to wait and respond to your statements himself.
SCP-2185-D: Pussy.
SCP-2185-B: Are you surprised? You shouldn't be surprised.
SCP-2185-C: He always lawyers up and clams down.
Agent L: If we can, ah…
SCP-2185-A: We're looking for fulfillment of our contract. Horowitz has blatantly misused us and those we represent.
Agent L: Can you give examples?
SCP-2185-A: Binding beyond standard terms, unsafe work conditions…
SCP-2185-C: …lack of overtime pay, late wages…
SCP-2185-B: Double shifts large enough that they severely cut into our home life.
SCP-2185-C: I haven't seen my wife in weeks.
SCP-2185-A: And assorted other violations of protocol and contract as detailed in this document. [SCP-2185-C places large engraved rock on table.] As you can see, violations began in…
Agent R: [to Agent L] Sounds like our bosses.
Agent L: [to Agent R] Don't need to tell me twice.
Agent R: [to Agent L]: You gonna cut that?
Agent L: [to Agent R]: Nope.
SCP-2185-A: …which in turn led to a pseudo-spawning for the local hellsalmon – Is something the matter?
Agent L: No, nothing.
SCP-2185-A: Ah. Well, that is the nature of our complaints in brief, I will let my associate here bring forth our requests.
SCP-2185-B: Yes, yes, requests. We request-
SCP-2185-C: Demand.
SCP-2185-B: Yes, yes, demand. We demand that the aforementioned Mr. Horowitz-
SCP-2185-C: Rotten bastard that he is.
SCP-2185-B: Yes, yes, we demand that Mr. Horowitz, rotten bastard that he is, immediately cease all summoning and binding of aquaform thaumaturgic case servitors from the aforementioned union, as well as all nixies, nymphs and merfolk connected to the organization. We likewise demand the payment in full of all withheld wages accrued over the last nine months, with additional restitution for legal and health expenses, as detailed in our official complaint. Fai-
SCP-2185-D: We also want coffee breaks.
Agent L: Coffee breaks?
SCP-2185-B: Coffee? Jesus, man, that's disgusting!

SCP-2185-C: You have a family, you deviant!
SCP-2185-D: Hey, what I do with my spare time ain't your business!

SCP-2185-B: We'll talk about this later! Ahm. I apologize for that, gentlemen. Anyway, failure to deliver restitution within the allotted period of ten days will be considered default of contract, and subject to standard reprisals.
Agent L: Being?

SCP-2185-C: Flood his house.
Agent L: Ah, yes. If I might ask, this seems to happen a lot – we have accounts of at least eight other such defaults.
SCP-2185-C: People don't know how to properly handle folk like us any more. It's always some Invisible Hand of the Market or some dinky earth-mother figures. Never anything proper. It's why we unionized.
SCP-2185-D: I like the part where we flood the house. Can we flood the house soon?
SCP-2185-A: We'll see, we'll see. [as an aside to Agent L and Agent R] He's a bit slow on the uptake, I'm afraid. Had to let him in cause his father is rather influential.
Agent L: I see. Well then, we will pass on your demands to Mr. Horowitz and will contact you when we have a response.
SCP-2185-A: We await.
[There is a sound similar to water flowing through a drain as the SCP-2185 specimens soak into the floor and vanish.]
Agent R: Wizards, man.
Agent L: Say, what do you think these things do with coffee?

Agent R: Man, I don't wanna fucking know.
<End Log>

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SCP-2186 during testing. Note the testing area, beginning to adopt a similar pattern and texture to SCP-2186's scales.

Item #: SCP-2186
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2186 is to be kept in a 0.9 x 0.3 x 0.3 m screened enclosure suitable for non-anomalous specimens of Chamaeleo namaquensis. Specific procedures for habitat care and maintenance are detailed in Document 2186-A.
Interaction with SCP-2186 is to be kept at a minimum, in order to prevent unnecessary stress that might trigger SCP-2186's anomalous properties. Feeding, habitat maintenance, and medical examinations are the only times at which interaction is permissible. SCP-2186 is not to be removed from containment except in cases of medical emergency.
Description: SCP-2186 is an adult female Namaqua chameleon (Chamaeleo namaquensis). Physically, it differs from non-anomalous representatives of its species only by its lack of chromatophores, rendering it unable to change its color in response to external stimuli.
SCP-2186's anomalous properties become apparent when SCP-2186 is threatened, provoked, or otherwise made uncomfortable. All surfaces and objects within a 50-meter radius of SCP-2186 begin to gradually take on the color and texture of SCP-2186's skin. After approximately 2 minutes of exposure, the exterior surfaces of affected objects become identical to SCP-2186's skin (a state henceforth referred to as "stage 1 transformation"). If SCP-2186's agitation is maintained, the interiors of affected objects begin to gradually transform into biological matter identical to that of SCP-2186. Full transformation (a state henceforth referred to as "stage 2 transformation") occurs after approximately 5 minutes. Stage 1 transformation gradually reverses if SCP-2186 returns to a calm state or is removed from the vicinity of affected objects, but stage 2 transformation is seemingly permanent. See Test Log for further details.
Discovery: SCP-2186 was recovered from the home of a Mr. E███ S████. The SCP Foundation was notified to SCP-2186's presence by Mr. S████ himself, who had made several panicked calls to local and national law enforcement agencies detailing SCP-2186's anomalous behavior. Foundation field agents who entered Mr. S████'s property observed that a large area of the house had undergone stage 2 transformation. SCP-2186 itself was located in its vivarium, exhibiting clear signs of vitamin deficiency, malnutrition, and stress. SCP-2186 was seized by the Foundation, and all affected objects were removed from the site and cataloged.
Based on observation of SCP-2186's living area at its discovery site, as well as testimony given by Mr. S████ during questioning, SCP-2186 had been allowed to develop a state of extreme agitation due to its inadequately maintained environment, poor diet, and general state of neglect. However, Mr. S████ claimed to have followed an online guide to Chamaeleo namaquensis care to the best of his ability, and denied that SCP-2186 was in ill health upon its containment by the Foundation. He also claimed to have ordered SCP-2186 from a well-known and respectable online pet retailer specializing in exotic reptiles.
Mr. S████ was retained for observation and study. SCP-2186 underwent medical examination upon containment, and is currently in good health. Investigation into the online pet retailer used by Mr. S████ have thus far unearthed nothing of note, and the guide the subject claims to have used has not yet been found.

+ Test/Study Log

- Test/Study Log

Test Log: Effects of SCP-2186-induced Transformation
Conductor: Dr. Vicks

Test Object: NBA regulation basketball
Stage of Transformation: 1
Effects: The ball's surface took on the color and texture of SCP-2186's skin. Analysis revealed that the molecular structure of the ball had not changed. The effects reverted after approximately 15 minutes.

Test Object: Cavendish banana
Stage of Transformation: 1
Effects: Identical to previous test; however, peeling the banana revealed a non-anomalous interior. The effects reverted after approximately 15 minutes.
Note: Now we know that organic and inorganic matter is affected in the same way. I'm hoping to keep these tests to a minimum; I don't relish frightening this animal unnecessarily.

Test Object: Norway rat (Rattus norvegicus)
Stage of Transformation: 1
Effects: The specimen experienced complete and rapid hair loss as its skin took on the color and texture of SCP-2186's. After the effects reverted, the specimen's hair did not grow back.
Note: Living creatures seem to be affected less predictably.

Test Object: Norway rat; different specimen than previous
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effects: The specimen's skin took on the color and texture of SCP-2186's. In addition, its tail shrank and coiled into a shape reminiscent of a chameleon's, and its eyes increased in size and developed the ability to move independently. DNA analysis revealed that the specimen had become genetically divergent from R. norvegicus, but no exact genetic match could be determined.
Note: Prolonged exposure to the effects of SCP-2186 seems to make living creatures more chameleon-like. I don't believe that this is an intentional method of reproduction on SCP-2186's part, as it only occurs when 2186 feels threatened.

Test Object: Non-anomalous male Jackson's chameleon (Trioceros jacksonii)
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effect: No physical change was observed in the specimen; however, DNA analysis revealed that it had become genetically identical to SCP-2186.
Note: You can't get much more chameleon-like than a chameleon, it seems.
Addendum: Following its encounter with SCP-2186, the specimen of T. jacksonii involved in testing lost the ability to reproduce with female individuals of its own species. Attempts to breed the specimen with female individuals of C. namaquensis resulted in the production of eggs, which hatched into non-anomalous specimens of C. namaquensis, none of which were genetically identical to SCP-2186. Dr. Vicks maintains that SCP-2186's transfiguring effects are not an intentional method of reproduction.

Test Object: Cell phone
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effects: The cell phone's internal circuitry had been replaced with a partial nervous system, thread through an undifferentiated mass of muscle supported by a quadrilateral framework of bone struts. The exterior was covered with skin identical to SCP-2186's. The skin on the cell phone's "front" (the former site of the screen) possesses the ability to change color in response to external stimuli, such as temperature and physical pressure. DNA analysis produced a 100% match with SCP-2186.
Note: Technological devices affected by SCP-2186 appear to retain some rudimentary functionality. Further testing is necessary in this area.

Test Object: 9-millimeter handgun
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effects: The trigger and internal firing mechanism of the gun became fused into a single piece of bone during the transformation process, rendering the weapon impossible to fire. The exterior was covered with skin identical to SCP-2186's. DNA analysis produced a 100% match with SCP-2186.
Note: Weaponry gains no additional functionality from SCP-2186's transformative effects. In fact, it seems to lose effectiveness. I think we've established that SCP-2186 has no practical applications, and that it poses no significant threat. However, Stage 2 transformation does seem to have the capacity for greater complexity than I first assumed. I'm authorizing a more in-depth study of stage 2 transformation. No more testing involving SCP-2186 itself will be needed; we have plenty of preexisting samples.

Study Object: Easy chair, recovered from discovery site
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effects: The components of the chair were replaced with roughly corresponding organic components: the cushion stuffing with muscle tissue; the internal springs with sinews; the frame with bone; etc. The chair was entirely covered with skin identical to that of SCP-2186. DNA analysis produced a 100% match with SCP-2186.
Addendum: Despite lacking any organs required for traditional animal survival, the chair did not decay prior to dissection for study. When cut, the chair produced blood, but showed no traditional symptoms of pain. After dissection, decay proceeded as normal.

Study Object: 20-gallon vivarium, recovered from discovery site
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effects: The vivarium's glass had been replaced with a 0.5-centimeter-thick layer of muscle tissue, covered with skin identical to SCP-2186's on both the interior and exterior of the vivarium. All plant life, substrate, and terrain contained within the vivarium has been replaced with identical muscle tissue and skin. DNA analysis produced a 100% match with SCP-2186.
Addendum: The vivarium and the objects contained within it appear to have fused together during the transformation process. No separation between the vivarium and the objects within it could be detected, even upon dissection.

Study Object: Mr. S████, recovered from discovery site
Stage of Transformation: 2
Effects (Physical): Mr. S████ is covered in skin matching the color and texture of SCP-2186's, and lacks any hair on his head or body. Subject's eyes and mouth have increased greatly in size, while the nose, ears, and lips are almost entirely reduced. On both of Mr. S████'s hands, the thumb, index, and middle fingers have fused into large, flipper-like structures tipped with singular keratinous nails, as have the ring and little fingers; the toes of Mr. S████'s feet are similarly affected. A miniature vestigial tail protrudes visibly from Mr. S████'s coccyx. Mr. S████ lacks teeth, and has lost the ability to digest plant matter. DNA analysis revealed that Mr. S████ is genetically divergent from Homo sapiens, but no exact genetic match can be determined.
Effects (Psychological): Mr. S████'s emotional capacity seems to have been reduced by stage 2 transformation. He is capable of reacting negatively to upsetting or stressful circumstances, but appears to have lost the capacity to react positively to pleasant circumstances.
Note: SCP-2186's former owner is an interesting case. I wonder if his reduced emotional capacity is simply a result of his brain becoming more chameleon-like, or a defense mechanism put into place by SCP-2186 to prevent him from potentially inflicting aggression upon it. Until I can justify inflicting such a state on additional human subjects, that question will have to remain unanswered.
Addendum: Mr. S████ remains in confinement for observational purposes. He is currently under medical treatment for an upper-respiratory infection caused by low levels of humidity in his confinement chamber. Mr. S████'s confinement conditions are to be updated based on the conditions described in Document 2186-A.

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SCP-2187-A

Item #: SCP-2187
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Outpost 2187 has been established to form a 1 km secure perimeter around SCP-2187-A, under the cover of a private-energy power plant. Research Team 44 is currently assigned to investigation and reverse engineering of the technology inside SCP-2187-A.
Knowledge of SCP-2187-B is to be suppressed in major astronomical organizations. Due to increasing cosmological developments rapidly increasing the difficulty of contingency, plans to remove SCP-2187-B from orbit (either to be secured on Earth or in orbit of another celestial body) are currently under review. The broadcasts from SCP-2187-B are currently suppressed by a global network of number stations masking the frequency.
Attempts to reconstruct or activate currently inactive equipment related to SCP-2187 requires the authorization of two (2) Level 5 personnel.
Description: SCP-2187 refers to a network of anomalous technology created mid twentieth century. The different components of SCP-2187 are sub-designated by location.
SCP-2187-A is a two-story building in southern Virginia. SCP-2187-A was previously an estate owned by the ██████ family abandoned sometime before the twentieth century. The building is devoid of normal furnishings, and instead contains a variety of technology resembling 1950s era equipment. The equipment is powered by 413 large atomic batteries connected in the basement level. Upon discovery, the doors and windows to SCP-2187-A were heavily reinforced, and the building was completely filled with 323 naked human corpses, all of which had died of blunt trauma or suffocation (see Addendum 2187-1 and -2). The area also contained a large number of researcher notes and journals regarding SCP-2187. The SCP-2187-A designation is not inherently abnormal, but has been created for the anomalous technology found inside of it.
SCP-2187-A-1 is a large computer connected to six (6) complex neural scanners, taking up the majority of SCP-2187-A's interior. Each scanner is a hollow acrylic hemisphere lined with a complex array of metal instruments. The scanners automatically trigger when above a human, and are able to transfer highly-detailed neural patterns from human brains inside it into a data format usable by the computer. The computational portion of SCP-2187-A-1 is mostly made of vacuum tubes and rudimentary transistors, and in design resembles an extremely complex calculator. Upon scanning a human subject, SCP-2187-A-1 will preform an unknown series of operations completed in approximately four (4) seconds, and emit a paper ticket. Large gold-paint lettering on the side of SCP-2187-A-1 reads "Пётр".
SCP-2187-A-2 are twelve elevators connected to the side of SCP-2187-A. Each SCP-2187-A-2 appears as a normal ███████ brand elevator produced in 19██, save for a small unlabeled slot in place of the button panel. SCP-2187-A-2 is only operational when it contains exactly one human. SCP-2187-A-2 activates when a ticket emitted from SCP-2187-A-1 is inserted into its slot. At this point, SCP-2187-A-2 will begin to ascend or descend (determined by uncertain criteria; see Addendum 2187-3) until it reaches the level above or below. At this point, the occupant of SCP-2187-A-2 will disappear. Upon ascending, SCP-2187-A-2 emits a high energy electromagnetic pulse directly upwards, received by equipment on SCP-2187-B. Analysis of the pulse has revealed the data it carries is highly correlated with the subject's neural gamma wave.
SCP-2187-B is an artificial satellite in orbit of Earth 540,000 km above SCP-2187-A. SCP-2187-B is geostationary, meaning it retains a constant position relative to the Earth's surface, despite that is much farther from the Earth than would allow so. SCP-2187-B emits massive amounts of gamma radiation, at levels for which currently there exists no feasible equipment to shield personnel from a lethal dosage at ranges closer than 400 meters.1 SCP-2187-B is cylindrical in shape, measuring exactly 1 km in diameter and approximately 3.6 km long, and rotating at a speed to simulate artificial gravity. The structure of SCP-2187-B appears to be modularized into different sections, each one an identically sized wheel connected to an elongated axle. Large lettering along the circumference of the uppermost section reads "Juĝo Plej Bona."2 The sections below appear to be increasing states of disrepair or incomplete construction, including structural damage and missing portions of hull. SCP-2187-B transmits periodical wireless televisual broadcasts at intervals of six hours; see Addendum 2187-5.
It is unknown what becomes of subjects inside SCP-2187-A-2 when it descends. There is currently no evidence suggest anything occurs other than their ceasing to exist.
Addendum 2187-1: SCP-2187-A was discovered on █ ███ 20██, after several phases of investigation of the post "Building Filled with People" on ██████.com. The building was found sealed, although human limbs were visible through the windows. After the door was cut open, human remains were forcibly ejected, wounding Agents ██ and ███████. Total excavation of the human remains took three weeks.
Subsequent investigation was able to link many of the dead bodies to an extranormal event that occurred over twenty years prior (see Addendum 2187-2 for the original documentation). It is currently theorized that equipment inside SCP-2187-A was able to teleport humans inside upon their death, and that SCP-2187-A was somehow activated, summoning hundreds of people over the course of three minutes. Although the building could accommodate a maximum of a person a second (much faster than necessary at the time of its design), the higher death rate coupled with the confusion of arrivals lead to a build up, as no one was able to escape through the building's reinforced exits. After 323 bodies had filled the building, the pressure caused damage to the equipment, deactivating it.
Addendum 2187-2: Documentation for original extranormal event.

Event Description: Every person who dies from 05:36 to 05:39 UTC spontaneously disappears. Disappearances are global but non-simultaneous over the time period. 169 disappearances confirmed; over 300 hypothesized.
Date of Occurrence: ██/██/19██
Location: Various locations on Earth.

Follow-up Actions Taken: Media manipulated to make sure connection is not drawn between various disappearances; public disappearances covered up through amnestics.

Addendum 2187-3: Testing on the criteria of ascension or descension of SCP-2187-A-2 has been inconclusive. It has been confirmed that it is dependent on the ticket inserted and the psyche of the person who received it, regardless of who inserts the ticket or is present in the elevator. The criteria appears to particularly regard the subject's memories and psychological disposition. Ascension is rare; over 70% of D-Class and 75% of Foundation personnel have caused SCP-2187-A-2 to descend. D-Class whose scans have caused SCP-2187-A-2 to ascend generally express deep regret or religious repentance over past immoral actions, but are in a sound state of mind.
Addendum 2187-4: For a full list of information materials discovered in SCP-2187-A, see Recovered Materials 2187-A.
Addendum 2187-5: Broadcasts from SCP-2187 are fifteen to sixty (15-60) seconds long, consisting of male narrator speaking one to three (1-3) sentences in Esperanto, repeated in Russian and English. The narrator is a blond Caucasian approximately 35 years old with an Esperanto accent in front of a metal backdrop. The following are selected examples of (the English portions of) broadcasts.

Remember… English is an artifact of your nationalist past. We're all humans here; learn to speak Esperanto. Don't be ashamed if you haven't yet. Just ask!

Juĝo Nova3: Rapture Today.

Better than reincarnation, the Nova Project delivers true justice. Each new member is carefully handpicked from the degenerates for moral character. Not satisfied with your placement? Appeals for re-evaluation are available to all members of Juĝo Nova; neural portfolios sent to the desk of Pyotr processed in 3-5 working days.

Worried about your energy usage? Don't be! With the Power of the Atom, there is plenty to go around. You deserve your spot here, so relax!

Juĝo Nova is a place of reward, but you can always do your part to welcome the next generation of the worthy. Sign up for construction services.

Ever concerned about invasions from jealous degenerates? Put yourself at ease! Juĝo Nova has a full automated security system patrolling 36 hours a day to defend you with the indepletable Power of the Atom! So say thanks to your Automated Nuclear Guards of Eternal Life.

Don't upset the Atom, and the Atom won't upset you.

Footnotes
1. This has rendered close-approach investigations or exploration of SCP-2187-B's interior pending on development of an automated zero-gravity survey robot.
2. Esperanto; translates to "Best Judgement."
3. Esperanto; translates to "New Judgement." Pronounced /yo͞o·jo no·va/.

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Agent Esquivel (far right) and Mr. Izquierdo (second from right) at an artist's gathering in Montevideo, Uruguay, 1972

Item #: SCP-2188
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Anomalous activity related to SCP-2188 has ceased as of 29 July 1998. In accordance with safety procedures, SCP-2188 maintains an active Euclid classification until the cautionary minimal observation period expires in 2023. In the unlikely event of a resumption of SCP-2188 activity, personnel are instructed to notify the director of Site-41, as well as the Sector G Transreality Artwork Research Collective (S-TARC), immediately.
While local assets have not been deemed necessary for containment of SCP-2188 at this time, Agent Roberto Esquivel is currently stationed in Dotson, Nebraska, United States as part of a special post-retirement assignment and is available on an as-needed basis.
Description: SCP-2188 was an anomalous relationship between an individual in Uruguay and the residents of a town in the United States. This relationship comprised the following:
Joaquín Pablo Izquierdo de San Felipe, a semi-transient person residing primarily in Montevideo, Uruguay during his lifetime. Mr. Izquierdo is believed to have been born in 1943, in an unnamed village in the Department of Treinta y Tres, Uruguay. No reliable documentation exists of Mr. Izquierdo prior to 1961, when Uruguyan authorities issued him a work permit.
Mr. Izquierdo came to the attention of Foundation assets based in the Buenos Aires Regional Office in 1965, when he was arrested by Uruguay's Interior Police for attempting to smuggle live specimens of the Paraguaian hairy dwarf porcupine into Argentina. This coincided with a file report of an individual in the United States region of Nebraska conducting what was termed a "performance art" demonstration of an extended tango dance routine while his partner pierced him thirty-three times with porcupine quills.
Several attempts at containment were made once researchers understood the causal effects Mr. Izquierdo's actions had on residents of the town of Dotson, Nebraska, United States. Observation and several experiments determined that allowing Mr. Izquierdo to live a relatively normal life while being protected from severe harm (sometimes logically expected from his actions) was the most likely course of action to minimize potentially harmful actions among residents of Dotson and prevent widespread public knowledge of SCP-2188. Agent Roberto Esquivel was accordingly assigned as a clandestine overseer for Mr. Izquierdo in 1967.
Over the next several decades, Mr. Izquierdo lived itinerantly throughout the various barrios of Montevideo, becoming known to local residents as a benevolent vagrant (as well as a noted eccentric), most likely to be involved with the city's more impoverished residents, orphaned children, and street artists. Between the efforts of Agent Esquivel and Mr. Izquierdo's support in the community, containment was preserved until Mr. Izquierdo's death in 1998, with minimal negative impacts to the town of Dotson.
The town of Dotson, Nebraska, United States, a rural farming community of 5,137 residents1. From no later than 1965 to 1998, significant events occurring in the life of Joaquín Pablo Izquierdo de San Felipe would affect the mental state of the town's residents. This relationship appears to have ceased with the death of Mr. Izquierdo in 1998.
The effects of Mr. Izquierdo's actions on residents of Dotson primarily took the form of impulses towards artistic or creative endeavors, though in some cases the extreme nature of several artworks could be classed as a form of temporary mental illness2. As a sum result of Mr. Izquierdo's anomalous influence, the town of Dotson was host to a sophisticated artistic subculture, one that in the findings of S-TARC "greatly exceeds baseline levels of creative development found in comparable population centers and cultural regions3". This subculture has become inculcated in the social conventions of the town, and continues to develop subsequent to the death of Mr. Izquierdo, albeit in a manner consistent with anthropological norms documented in mainstream science.
SCP-2188 appears to have affected between 15-25% of the population of Dotson. Preliminary reports indicated a much higher affected population; however, S-TARC studies in the 1970s determined that residents' higher-than-expected receptiveness to artistic works (including those of a radical nature) was a natural result of exposure to the elevated level of creative activity in the town. Despite the noteworthiness achieved by Dotson in local and national media due to Mr. Izquierdo's anomalous influence, the discovery of the true nature of SCP-2188 was deemed to be a minimal security risk. As such, no containment procedures were deemed necessary in Dotson.
In accordance with Directive 2188-03.17, Mr. Izquierdo is interred in Misty Veil Cemetery, located 2 km outside of Dotson town limits.
Addendum 2188.1 - Reports from Agent Roberto Esquivel
Researcher's Note: Between 1967 and 1998, Agent Roberto Esquivel served in Montevideo, Uruguay as the primary source of containment for SCP-2188. Agent Esquivel filed a series of reports during that time. A representative sample of these reports are reproduced here for the purposes of this file. Refer to Appendix A for the unabridged record of Agent Esquivel's reports.
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Field Report 2188.1 - Introductions
Date: 17 April 1967
Summary: Agent Esquivel, per the terms of containment set by the Research Director, establishes a relationship with Joaquín Pablo Izquierdo de San Felipe. This is intended to facilitate future contacts, build trust with the subject, and enable efforts to protect the subject from undue harm and therefore ensure relative normalcy for the residents of Dotson.
Result: Successful action

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Agent Comments: After poring over the dossier for weeks, I finally met Mr. Izquierdo face-to-face at Chito's, a scummy little bar in Malvín Norte where the students like to hang out and the bums drink whenever they can scrounge up a few pesos. I resolved to gain Mr. Izquierdo's favor in the traditional way.
"A beer for my friend here," I called to the barman as I sat next to the subject. Mr. Izquierdo had none of it.
"Ah, a generous accountant, you are" he said to me. My suit was a poor choice, in retrospect. "No, I shall buy you a drink, because this isn't a beer night." He motioned to the barman, who brought us a large mate with two straws. To my surprise, in a place like this, they were silver.
The subject handed me a straw. "To introductions, my new friend." We both sipped the brewed leaves and I felt the caffeine rush wonderfully to my head. I admit, I love mate, and I didn't question the odd choice for evening drinks.
"You look like a thinker! I like thinkers, they row the other side of my rowboat!" he said as we drank together. "Night is a good time for thinking!"
We made small talk for the rest of the evening. I had expected to work harder at it, given the dossier, but we had much in common, he and I. The mate, dead fathers, a distaste for Borges and a great taste for panchos (Uruguayan hot dogs -Ed.). It was enjoyable.
We resolved to meet again for mate the next week. Containment is off to a good start.

S-TARC Listing of Related Artworks - FR2188.1

Title
Artists
Medium
Description

Tea with Strangers
Willie John Lincoln
Blues Song
Performed for the first time at Redfeather's Tavern by Mr. Lincoln, playing unaccompanied on acoustic guitar

Sunrise: Apollo
John Grauber
Mural, oil paint
6 m tall depiction of the Greek deity Apollo playing the lyre with a sunrise in the background. Painted on the side of a barn belonging to Mr. Grauber's employer

Mount Ararat
Rebecca Moorad
Short story
Unpublished narrative concerning two archaeologists looking for evidence of Noah's Ark trapped together at a dig site by a freak blizzard. The two men, Robert and Paul, initially wary of each other, learn to pool their resources in order to survive. The men share tea, which both have brought in abundance, a crucial plot point in the closing paragraphs of the story.

Field Report 2188.4 - Lalo's Elegy
Date: 23 August 1967
Summary: Mr. Izquierdo requests Agent Esquivel's assistance on an errand in the barrio of La Figurita.
Result: Minor injuries to Agent Esquivel, two civilians subdued with non-lethal weaponry.

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Agent Comments: At 11 o'clock, I saw Mr. Izquierdo appear at the park bench. I have noticed that for a person of the streets, he is strangely punctual.
The subject had requested my aid to help organize a gathering of the local poets in La Figurita. I remarked to him at our last meeting that the poets of La Figurita weren't very good, and that most of their writings centered around being taken to the hospital after drinking too much. He laughed at that, but was undeterred in his mission.
He explained that all I need do was accompany him for a few hours. "I need a man with violence in him" he explained as he looked me over. He is not wrong, but I was dismayed at his reading of me.
We walked to a shabby part of the neighborhood with no streetlights. This was well, because the brightly colored paint on the splintered facades of the rowhouses were illumination enough. At a lime green doorway, we stopped. Mr. Izquierdo knocked, a strange, rata-tat-tat-rata-tat knock that must have been code of some sort. The door parted a crack, and a face with a roadmap of lines, but not a single gray hair, appeared from the darkness. What did we want, he asked.
Mr. Izquierdo answered immediately. "We need to use this house tonight. Poetry recital."
"Impossible" the man said, "this is a place of commerce."
"Get a load of this guy," Mr. Izquierdo said to me as he laughed, "a real businessman. How does fifteen guys at a ten peso cover sound for your business?"
The face disappeared momentarily. Some hushed conversation in the darkness took place before it reappeared in the doorway.
"We agree to your terms." The door opened.
We stepped inside of a predictable hovel, the floor littered with bottles and needles. A few junkies were passed out along the walls of the front room. The first poets arrived soon after, and the night must be described as a success, for it was at least twenty people crammed in there when all was accounted for. Mr. Izquierdo called for silence, and beckoned the first reader to step to the middle of the room. He proceeded to read some odious doggerel, and I envied the unconscious bum laying next to me.
On and on it dragged. I had heard of time anomalies in my work, and wondered at my fate here. Then, Mr. Izquierdo pointed to the man who had been at the door when we arrived. "Lalo! It's your turn!"
Our doorkeeper stepped into the middle of the crowd, hesitantly, which struck me as funny since he was the most fearsome-looking man in the room. He pulled a piece of folded paper out of his filthy denim jacket, and I readied myself for the resumption of the dreary onslaught.
What sticks in my mind most was his soft voice as he began his reading. He with the face that belonged in a prison yard, but I had to struggle to hear him as he read his piece. His story unfolded in short, clipped sentences as the room grew ever more quiet. He had been to America, from the nothingness of his native farmlands to the nothingness of foreign farmlands. The work was backbreaking as ever, the poverty covering everything like a layer of old dust just like back home. But now there was loneliness, like he could have never imagined. In time he met a friend, though. A Chilean, he said with a smirk that shocked me when it came. With someone to talk to, the work was not so bad, and at least he could drink and laugh and fight with someone when it was done. Then the Chilean was caught in a grain silo, drowning in the plentiful bounty of an American corn field. I don't know what I expected next, but it was not for this Lalo to begin howling like a wolf, which he did. It should have been ridiculous, but the fury and the pain in this man's voice, the mourning for his friend buried in a foreign land, it demanded acceptance. When Lalo finished, the entire room was completely silent.
Then the police came.
Our experiences with law enforcement being what they are, and the safety of Mr. Izquierdo being my charge, I elected to begin swinging the small club concealed in my coat before asking questions as the cops raided the place. In these affairs, the police always find their man, their man being whoever happened to be around in a den of narcotics. I fought my way out as the poets scattered, Mr. Izquierdo by my side. Someone landed a decent punch to my ribs and I came out with a cut to my forehead, the identities of my attackers forever lost to the churning scene of drugs, poetry and loss we had left behind.
In the safety of a nearby alley, Mr. Izquierdo was doubled over with laughter, wiping tears from his eyes at the apparent hilarity of the scene that he had caused.
"Violence in an accountant, and art in a drug pusher!" he wheezed. "The poetry of La Figurita shall improve after tonight, I tell you!"

S-TARC Listing of Related Artworks - FR2188.4

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Artists
Medium
Description

Bust of Papi
Calvin Medina
Sculpture (marble)
A bust sculpture depicting Mr. Medina's deceased father, an itinerant farm laborer from Mexico. Mr. Medina suffered severe head injuries in a tractor accident on the same date that Field Report 2188.4 was filed. Mr. Medina recovered as normal, but proceeded to develop an intense interest in sculpture, culminating in this piece.

Guide to the Interworld
Carolyn Walsh
Dance
Performed at the Dotson Masonic Hall for an audience of sixty. Described by Ms. Walsh as a physical representation of Virgil guiding Dante through Hell. Ms. Walsh asked audience members to ingest a small dose of LSD prior to the performance, which most did. Ms. Walsh then encouraged to the audience to "attack" her at the end of the performance. While no serious acts of violence were committed, enough of a disturbance was raised that authorities were notified. Ms. Walsh was subsequently arrested by the Dotson Police Department after the performance; however, no formal charges were filed.

In Memory of Grandmother Moon
Bess Five Wolves
Comanche medicine ritual/performance art
With the assistance of two others, Ms. Five Wolves performed rites based upon traditional Comanche funerary practices to mark "the passing of the moon" in the middle of South Grange Avenue, disrupting afternoon traffic. Consisting of a series of dances, chants, ceremonial tobacco use, and other activities, the ritual lasted two hours, during which motorists left their vehicles to participate in various portions of the performance.

Field Report 2188.15 - The Virgin's Bonfire
Date: 14 November 1976
Summary: Agent Esquivel accompanies Mr. Izquierdo on a pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Florida as part of the traditional Uruguayan veneration of the Virgin of the Thirty-Three.
Result: International incident between the United States of America and Uruguay. Foundation Department of External Affairs later negotiates resolution between the two nations with no lasting repercussions.

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Agent Comments: Is Pablo a religious man? I still cannot tell, though he gets into enough trouble to be classified as a saint some day.
I drove into Conciliación, where Pablo had found his most recent rooftop dwelling, and found him waiting in front of the library. He jumped into the old dented-up Site-issue pickup truck, carrying a heroically-sized jug of Medio y Medio, and we sped away. And if in the course of leaving Montevideo we banged into a few road signs as we wrestled with the jug of wine, what the hell. A few more dents.
Pablo drank more than his half of the Medio y Medio of course, and told me all about the CIA contacts he had talked up before this pilgrimage. It is my business, of course, to know who is CIA, who is KGB, who is whatever in Montevideo, so I knew Pablo was full of shit, but in the spirit of the Blessed Virgin I let him have his fun. We stopped at what felt like every village along the way out to the country, where Pablo jumped out and reinforced our wine supplies, while urging everyone to come along on the pilgrimage. He must have been spending quite some time doing this before we left even, because the road became more and more crowded the closer we came to the Cathedral.
I knew that Pablo had arranged some sort of exhibition in Florida, and I still do not know how he managed to convince the Diocese to let that go on. Perhaps that is an SCP in itself. When we arrived, the plaza in front of the Cathedral was choked with people. They had arrived in the tens of thousands, more than anyone could remember.
The vendors who sell food and drink at the pilgrimage every year were ecstatic at first at the multitudes. Then Pablo emerged from our truck with a bullhorn (where the hell did he get a bullhorn?) and started blaring at the crowd as we drove on. "Do not purchase anything from these thieves! Maintain your holy fast, and manna shall rain down from the heavens this night!" he yelled, over and over. Though I had never expected a crowd of angry food sellers to be the ones to end Pablo, this situation was looking increasingly likely. I knew better by now than to be surprised.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him, though really I was asking myself, driving this truck along with a loudspeakered maniac who was going to get us stoned to death with hardened bread rolls. Instead of answering, he instead directed me to a large clearing behind the cathedral. We parked nearby, and were greeted with more reinforcements of wine by a group of sculptors I had met previously with Pablo when we were walking through Bañados de Carrasco one night. As we drank and talked (uninterrupted, we had apparently lost the angry food-sellers), they presented to us their handiwork: three large, vaguely human-looking sculptures they called "The Father, The Son, and The Holy Smoke," each at least ten meters tall and made entirely of dry wood and straw. Fire, of course, would be involved.
That night, the time came to light each sculpture and start the towering bonfires. Pablo had invited everyone present to come and watch. I identified very much with these people who had come; I was curious to see the spectacle, and very hungry. Woe betide these sculptors if the show was unimpressive. Thousands of empty stomachs were likely to be harsh critics.
Pablo climbed up on top of the Foundation-issue truck, and with his now ever-present bullhorn, regaled the crowd with a somewhat different version of the legend of the Virgin of the Thirty-Three than I have ever heard (I remember fewer explosions), then commanded the sculptors to light their creations ablaze. The three figures immediately caught, and a trinity of spectacular columns of fire lit the backside of the cathedral and the surrounding clearing.
It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes of this display before we all heard the helicopters. There had to have been at least ten of them, passing over the brightly-lit clearing and the thousands of onlookers. Parcels began raining down on little parachutes, hundreds of them, all over the place. It wasn't long before the crowds tore into them, and Pablo's promised feast from the heavens materialized, courtesy of the United States government, who had very thoughtfully included generous amounts of alcohol of varying kinds. No one of course mentioned that the gathering was not the group of refugees fleeing repression in Argentina that they thought we were, as I was to find out later after I finally managed to roust Pablo from his slumber in the bed of my pickup truck. "Say the right words to the right people and light some beacons" was all he was able to get out as he clutched his head and squinted against the morning light.
I can only conclude that there must be more CIA operatives in Montevideo than we thought.

S-TARC Listing of Related Artworks - FR2188.15

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Artists
Medium
Description

Thirty-Three Verses of Suffering and Enlightenment
Zelda Hughes
Poetry
A book of thirty-three separate poems, collecting a series of poems read every Monday evening at the Dusty Crossroads Coffee House in downtown Dotson. Themes of sacrifice in the service of larger causes and resulting personal anguish are prevalent.

The Three Burnings of Thích Quảng Đức
Steven F. Braddock
Novel
Self-published narrative concerning Thích Quảng Đức, a Buddhist monk widely known for immolating himself as a form of protest against the policies of the South Vietnamese government. The book concerns Mr. Quảng Đức being reborn after his first self-immolation, and leading the same life over again with the knowledge of his previous life. The narrative consists of Mr. Quảng Đức's various self-justifications of his act, which vary widely over the course of the story, but always result in the same course of action.

Manna from the Heart of Stone
Reverend Francis Abernathy
Religious sermon4
A highly idiosyncratic sermon by the leader of the town's largest church, delivered outdoors at the burial site of an unidentified vagrant to the assembled congregation. Rev. Abernathy relates the story of Saint Augustus of Topeka, a heretofore-unknown religious figure in Christian theology. Relating the story in the form of a present-day allegory about then-United States Director of Central Intelligence George H.W. Bush, Rev. Abernathy describes a hard-hearted, powerful man, constantly forced into what he considers to be necessary acts of violence and destruction, before being reborn in a secret "trial by the spirit of fire" into an entirely different soul, dedicated instead to a life of generosity and service to the downtrodden. Rev. Abernathy then eulogized the vagrant at whose gravesite the congregation was assembled, claiming to have alone known the man's identity and deeds, but sworn to secrecy about both before he died.

Field Report 2188.31 - A Quiet Day at Home
Date: 28 August 1987
Summary: Mr. Izquierdo invites Agent Esquivel to watch a football match at the home of an acquaintance.
Result: Near-breach of containment of SCP-2188.

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Agent Comments: We had some time to kill before the painters arrived. I had never known Pablo to posit himself as the subject of someone's work, but this was a special occasion, he told me, which had something to do with the nice house we were presently in, I am sure. I didn't really ask why the nice digs; Pablo was always "housesitting" for someone or other, usually an artistic patron sort with a crush on a beautiful boy in Pablo's orbit. The living arrangement typically ended when they ran up against the ferocity Pablo displayed in protection of his artists.
While we waited, it so happened that Defensor was playing Rentistas that afternoon, so we donned our purple kit and watched the game on a color television almost as big as some of the monitors at Site-87. The erstwhile residents of this house had excellent taste in mate, and Pablo brewed some during the commercial breaks. Between the excitement of the match and the buzzing in my head from what had to have been seven or eight cups of mate, I grew impatient to know why we were surrounded by eight blank canvases. Pablo explained the project to me.
"I have commissioned a series of self-portraits in an attempt to understand myself more," he said. "I am consumed lately by visions of myself in vast fields of wheat, chilled to my core by prairie winds. An alien landscape, certainly. But not an entirely unpleasant one! I feel a sort of connection to this place in my mind, and I must know more."
I knew why this was. Of course I knew why this was, but I could not tell him. It may amaze the researchers reading these dispatches, but I have not had need to be duplicitous with Pablo in the many years I have been his keeper. I dreaded him asking me for my insight, when all I could offer was lies. Quickly, to change the subject. Why self-portraits?
"There exists, Roberto, a dynamic relationship between the artist and his impetus. The artist depicts the concept, and in his depiction he changes the concept. You know, Heisenberg shit," waving his arms to demonstrate the scale of his thinking. "It is in the interplay of this relationship that we learn just what something is, and so I have called eight able artists to paint my portrait. Why am I seized with this vision of a place I have never been, so late in my years? I hope that this helps me to understand."
I couldn't help but blanch at this. To hold back from Pablo something of great importance to him. He must have seen my expression, and I hope to God he misread it. He leaned in, a whisper from a conspirator to his nervous partner in crime. "And you know, all of this would be terribly self-important and vain, of course, if the portraits were hanging in my own house!" He laughed at his joke, as was his prerogative, and then cheered wildly as Manteca buried an equalizer, and I don't know that I've ever enjoyed a Defensor goal as much as that one.
The artists arrived in the course of time, and got to work immediately, solemnly setting themselves to a task given to them by the great Joaquín Pablo Izquierdo de San Felipe as the man himself distributed beer from the house's fridge. Each artist feverishly labored to get their vision of Pablo up on canvas, as though the greatest honor would go to he who finished first. I have never seen, before or since, a concerted act of respect greater than that paid to Pablo by these eight young painters.
The first painter to finish, a young woman, rushed to show Pablo her handiwork. "Not yet!" he cried, averting his gaze, "it must all happen at once, a grand unveiling of a collected truth!" he pronounced to the room, laughing at the grandiose statement, but I could tell also deadly serious. He tossed the brash young painter a beer, and she reclined on the couch with us as we waited for the others.
One after another, the painters finished their work, and began their own personal assault on the contents of the house's kitchen and refrigerator. This arrangement was not unusual, as food and drink were an established part of the artistic currency in the neighborhoods of Montevideo. As the last painter finished and disappeared into the kitchen, Pablo sprang up from the couch, assumed a position in the center of the room, and closed his eyes. "Roberto, if you will do the honors of turning the portraits to face me!" he said with a flourish of his hand.
I went to the first portrait, the one painted by our speedy Young Turk, and snuck a peek before I turned it to face Pablo. What I saw was a perfect representation of Reverend Francis Abernathy, leader of the First Methodist Church in Dotson, Nebraska. His face was clear as day to me, as though I had the SCP-2188 file open in front of my eyes. My shock lasted for three seconds, as the various consequences and implications sped through my mind. He could not know, I reasoned. None of them could possibly know. But how? Another two seconds. How was unimportant right now. I turned the first portrait around. Each successive picture was another significant person in the town of Dotson. What kind of painters were these, anyhow? They looked nothing like Pablo. I faced all of the portraits, and told Pablo to open his eyes.
He slowly complied, peeking coyly at first, then slowly turning, examining the portraits surrounding him. He was confused at first, but a smile played slowly across his face, and as he kept looking, he laughed, as though he was beginning to just now get the punchline of a joke told two weeks ago, marveling at his own slow realization. "These people, they look as though they should live in this place that has taken such hold of my mind!" he said, the astonishment continuing to grow in his voice. "It's absolutely brilliant! They are the logical outgrowth of this place, brought here in the most irrational way possible! What a wonderful collection of portraits, well done my friends!"
I told him I didn't follow one bit, continuing with my habit of telling the truth to Pablo whenever possible. "Don't you see," he said to me, "they have always been here, in the realm of the unexpressed idea, waiting for their opportunity. And they got tired of waiting! So here they are, coming to us of their own accord, being themselves and being me at the same time! I am, we are, all of us are of this realm. The natural flow of something, I'm not sure what, it's returning somehow. Do you understand what I mean?"
I took a few moments to turn his words over in my mind. The professional filter told me that this was of concern, but a containment breach? So much of this anomaly was the exchange of ideas, happening in the open but impenetrable to all but we few, happening upon it by accident. No. A sublime moment, its participants content to let it be as it is.
"I understand completely," I told him.

S-TARC Listing of Related Artworks - FR2188.31

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Medium
Description

After all is said and done all i have is you and myself and you
Molly H.R. Yerevan
Experimental prose
A loosely structured narrative consisting of first-person recounting of the narrator's experiences with a close companion, followed by a series of free-verse poems from what appear to different points of view on a single, unclear event affecting the lives of the narrator and their companion. The narrative is interspersed with several songs. Read at the Arts and Crafts portion of the Dotson Harvest Conclave by Ms. Yerevan.

The Brothers Mann
George Hillsong
Video presentation
A pre-recorded monologue delivered by Mr. Hillsong via three television monitors. Mr. Hillsong, through the use of makeup and prosthetics, appears significantly different on each monitor. The monologue consists of a meditation on the nature of identity, interspersed seemingly at random with footage of a football match between Uruguayan clubs Defensor and Rentistas. Presented at the Dotson Union High School Monthly Art Festival.

I Have Eight Faces
The Fading Sky
Rock album
Minor-label release from Dotson-based rock and roll band The Fading Sky. Continues the band's development of what will come to be known as its trademark post-New Wave, slow tempo synthesizer-heavy sound. Consists of eight tracks, most of which feature subtle punk rock influences. Eighth track contains an additional song commencing 3 minutes and 30 seconds after the end of "Firelight", listed on the rare Japanese release of the album as a ninth song entitled "Pablo Surrounds Himself".

Field Report 2188.48 - Farewells
Date: 29 July 1998
Summary: Agent Esquivel comes to the Hospital de Clínicas in the barrio of Parque Batlle in Montevideo at the request of Mr. Izquierdo, admitted to the hospital a month prior with an advanced case of pancreatic cancer. Agent Esquivel arrives at 0315 hours local time.
Result: Cessation of SCP-2188.

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Agent Comments: From the street, the hospital always looked to me to have its arms outstretched, long robes hanging down from its skeletal arms, in an embrace none are large enough to escape. In the empty space of its heart was Pablo, and every time I miraculously left this place alive, I never understood how I could leave him within its grasp.
I had brought him some charcoal pencils and a pad of paper the last time I was there. He did not ask for anything when he called me in the night and asked me to come.
In the heart of this obscene monument, by the gray light of an institutional table lamp I had my last conversation with Pablo. He had something to show me, he said on the phone. As I arrived, he pulled out his pad of paper. "I think I know who you are, Roberto, what you are," he wheezed as he struggled to hand over the pad to me. I had always wondered just how much Pablo knew.
I looked at the pad as he summoned the rest of his words. He had drawn my portrait, apparently using our prior meeting as the basis of his sketch. Pablo had always been one to draw the art out of the people around him, but very few times had I seen him create something himself. I looked at the picture, of myself but not myself really, viewed through the eyes of someone else. More than the features of my face, what I recognized was my own despair. I viewed this desolation as though it belonged to someone apart from me, someone else, and this was a goddamn dagger through my heart. Pablo now had the energy to finish his sentence.
"What you are, Roberto, is my friend. I'm glad you are here."
Out in the open, there it was. In the empty heart of the city's watchful death goddess, decades of the lives of two men, laid out in a dingy room surrounded by the early morning.
I can't write any more on this.

S-TARC Listing of Related Artworks - FR2188.48

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Medium
Description

The Remembrance March
Residents of Dotson
Multimedia
An event taking place over several days in early August, 1998. At the suggestion of Roland Nygaard, scoutmaster of Dotson's local Boy Scout troop, residents are spontaneously asked by members of the troop to commemorate those they have lost over the prior year. Thousands of people respond with innumerable songs, paintings, stories, sculptures, and other artworks. At a town hall meeting, residents decide to deposit the collected artwork at an under-utilized columbarium in the nearby Misty Veil Cemetery. Led by an ad hoc marching band made up of eighteen town residents calling themselves the "Town Limits Honor Guard," the entire population of Dotson forms a parade, starting downtown and concluding at Misty Veil Cemetery, carrying the assorted artworks. The works are placed in the columbarium, and the cemetery is host to an impromptu gathering featuring music, contests of artistic skill, and at least 148 documented eulogies for deceased family members and friends.

Addendum 2188.2 - Future Containment Directives

DIRECTIVE 2188-03.17
13 OCTOBER 1998
To minimize the likelihood of resumption of a known anomalous phenomenon, this office accepts the recommendation of Field Agent Roberto Esquivel to inter the remains of PoI 2188-A (Joaquín Pablo Izquierdo de San Felipe) clandestinely at the site of previous manifestations of the anomaly in the United States as a risk reduction measure.
Furthermore, Agent Esquivel is hereby transferred from the Montevideo field office (Site-87) to the base of operations established by S-TARC in the vicinity of Dotson (Site-41). Agent Esquivel is to begin a new assignment assisting S-TARC in documenting and analyzing the continuing development of the art subculture of Dotson.
Finally, I personally commend Agent Esquivel for his thirty-one years of service in successfully containing SCP-2188, and for his continuing commitment to the protection of human civilization, in Dotson and elsewhere. May his forthcoming research on the legacy of PoI 2188-A continue to benefit mankind.
██████ ████████
Director, Site-87

Footnotes
1. As of November 2012.
2. Refer to Department of Science Document 2188-38.b, "Resolution of Divergent Findings from Site-41 and Sector G Transreality Artwork Research Collective."
3. "The Scene in .son: Strange Lights in the Prairie." Foundation Sector G Transreality Artwork Research Collective; 1997, pp.54-55
4. By a vote of 13-8 of S-TARC members, Rev. Abernathy's sermon was deemed to be a work of art, based on its connection to SCP-2188, use of abstract imagery, and audience impact.

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Item #: SCP-2189
Object Class: Safe Euclid Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-2189-T are to be kept in the low-security greenhouses at Biological Containment Site-103, with temperature, humidity and soil resembling the native conditions of their biological counterparts. Instances of SCP-2189-F are to be harvested when ripe, and the metals recycled.
Special Containment Procedures (Updated █/█/██): Instances of SCP-2189-T are to be individually isolated in climate-controlled terraria at Bio Site-103. Temperature, humidity and soil resembling the native conditions of their biological counterparts are to be provided when instances of SCP-2189-F are required for research. At other times, a dormant state is to be induced. Class 6 hazmat procedures must be observed whenever entering the terraria or handling instances of SCP-2189-F.
Every 30 days, research staff are to collect dissection specimens from insect populations in the low-security greenhouses at Bio Site-103, as well as certain animal populations near SCP-2189's discovery site (see Document 2189-501 for details). Anomalous findings from dissection specimens are to be escalated to the Site Director.
Special Containment Procedures (Updated █/█/██): Revision of █/█/██ is to remain in effect. Instances of SCP-2189-C are to be kept in cold storage at Bio Site-103 except during active research. Approximately 60% of the land under which SCP-2189-X is located has been purchased by Foundation front companies, with the remainder located under ██████ State Forest, which has been brought under effective Foundation control through infiltration of relevant parks administration offices. Outpost-103-47 has been established in the area for observation and research. Locating PoI-2189-1 has been designated an Alpha-level priority.
Description: SCP-2189 is the collective designation for three items superficially resembling specimens of Malus domestica (AKA an apple tree, designated SCP-2189-T-1), Vitis vinifera (AKA a common grape vine, designated SCP-2189-T-2) and Musa acuminata (AKA a banana plant, designated SCP-2189-T-3), as well as their associated fruit (designated SCP-2189-F-1, -2, and -3, respectively).
The bark, epidermis, and peels of SCP-2189 instances are indistinguishable from that of their non-anomalous counterparts, including genetically. However, in place of the expected internal structures are an intricate network of gears, springs, cams, and cranks. Removed components are indistinguishable from non-anomalous metals, mostly brass.
When its internal mechanisms are functioning, instances of SCP-2189-T respond to their environment similarly to their biological counterparts, except that they are always in growing season, and parts do not naturally senesce: leaves never change color and fall off, bark never sloughs off, and instances of SCP-2189-F remain attached indefinitely and do not become overripe.
SCP-2189-T instances have the same needs as their non-anomalous counterparts in terms of water, sunlight, and soil type. When deprived of these, the instance's internal mechanisms begin to slow, eventually stopping altogether under circumstances corresponding to severe malnutrition. If appropriate exposure to sunlight, water, and soil are resumed, the instance resumes functioning. The internal mechanisms of an SCP-2189-F instance will cease functioning if it is picked before ripe, or once it has been separated from the corresponding SCP-2189-T instance for about the same amount of time it would take its biological counterpart to spoil.
Functioning instances of SCP-2189-F can be eaten and digested. Subjects report that the flavor and texture are typical of the type of fruit corresponding to the instance. Juices dripping from an SCP-2189-F instance being consumed are identical to non-anomalous counterparts.1 Mechanisms that are bitten through will continue their normal movement, with portions of the mechanism moving from the main mass to the bitten-off piece and back again, as if the mechanism were still intact. This spatial anomaly appears to continue on an increasingly small scale as SCP-2189-F pieces are further broken down in the mouth and digestive tract.
If the peel of an SCP-2189-F instance is removed, the mechanical interior will continue to function. However, if anything other than animal mouthparts penetrates deeper than the peel of an SCP-2189-F instance, the internal mechanisms of that instance will jam. Once this occurs, all portions of the instance will cease to function as fruit. The mechanisms can no longer be bitten through, and bites already taken will become indigestible. Consequent autopsies of animal and D-class test subjects identified either gastrointestinal trauma or copper toxicity as the cause of death, depending on the stage of digestion.
Addendum 1: One of the early test subjects of SCP-2189, D-51259, was subsequently assigned to be [REDACTED] for SCP-███, and consequently had her termination deferred by three months. When SCP-███ attempted to remove [REDACTED] D-51259 was given a detailed autopsy with biopsies of all tissues. This unusually thorough postmortem analysis was standard practice for all D-class who had been used to test SCP-2189, and the directive remained in D-51259's personnel file despite the fact that active testing of SCP-2189 had been concluded.
Microscopic brass gears were discovered in some samples of D-51259's adipose and lymphatic tissue, and her liver was found to contain a cluster of five interlocked gears ranging in diameter from 0.1-0.4mm, the largest of which was attached to a 0.3mm-long camshaft. These structures were not found in D-class personnel who died during or shortly after testing of SCP-2189. Testing of SCP-2189 has resumed and a proposal to reclassify as Euclid is currently being drafted by the research team.
Addendum 2: Subsequent to SCP-2189's reclassification, Field Agents Dietrich and Harris conducted a review of public and police records to identify deaths and missing person cases potentially linked to SCP-2189. They flagged for investigation the disappearance of L███ R████, a retired aerospace engineer who lived in a cabin several miles from ██████ State Forest, where SCP-2189 was discovered.
Upon entering R████'s home, the Agents discovered over three dozen clocks and watches. All of those that retained legible manufacturer markings were later identified as being of purely mechanical design, without electrical components. Approximately two dozen of the timepieces were found with their outer components (casings, faces, etc.) in a state of extreme corrosion inconsistent with their apparent date of manufacture and conditions of storage. These instances lacked internal components, and were covered in mold.
Fourteen instances were found in R████'s deep freeze. These instances had uncorroded exteriors, and contained a multicolored biological material later identified as a patchwork of various tissues found in Malus domestica, Vitis vinifera, and Musa acuminata. These instances were found to be keeping accurate time despite their lack of internal mechanisms.
Agents also confiscated numerous hand-written notebooks containing diagrams and arrays of symbols. Analysis of the notebooks has been hindered by mold damage, but the legible portion of the text includes common equations from mechanical engineering with unidentified symbols inserted in place of various constants.
The timepieces have been designated SCP-2189-C, and L███ R████ has been designated Person of Interest 2189-1.
Addendum 3: Agents Dietrich and Harris interviewed several of PoI-2189-1's superiors and coworkers at ██████ Aeronautics, where he was employed for 32 years. PoI-2189-1 appears to have been socially isolated and regarded as increasingly eccentric during the final years of his employment. He was reportedly pushed into retirement when he began talking openly about the "engineering applications" of various occult practices, most frequently “sacred geometry and geography."
Agents also interviewed the individual who initially reported PoI-2189-1 missing, his nephew and next of kin J███ H████. H████ claims to have been the only visitor to PoI-2189-1's cabin after PoI-2189-1 retired there, and that PoI-2189-1 spent the past several years constructing an “elaborate contraption covered in drawings." H████ states that he actively avoided discussion of PoI-2189-1's occult interests, and is unable to provide useful details about the alleged apparatus or PoI-2189-1's activities during this time, other than that PoI-2189-1 claimed several times to have selected the location of the cabin for reasons of “sacred geometry and geography.”
Researchers conducted a thorough geological survey of the property. Subterranean mapping of the area was hampered when standard GPR2 was unable to produce clear output. A [[REDACTED]] system was employed, which identified a metallic sphere approximately ██ m in diameter, buried at a depth of ███ m, and connected by a curved shaft to a much larger object at the limit of the [[REDACTED]]'s range. Probing of the surrounding region was conducted under cover of a study by the U.S. Geological Survey, and the central mass was found to be connected to similar spheres as far away as ██████, ranging in diameter from ██ m to 0.█ km. The overall structure of the object resembles an orrery, buried in a vertical orientation roughly along the line of latitude at ██°██' N.
A mineral exploration drilling rig with diamond drill bits successfully penetrated the sphere closest to the surface and extracted a core sample. The interior layers consisted of tissues found in disparate human body parts, including layers made of heart muscle, tendons, and neurons. The outer shell was found to be brass. The structure has been designated SCP-2189-X.
Surveillance of J███ H████ produced the following recovered voicemail, received █/█/██3 and deleted the same day, apparently left by PoI-2189-1 in a state of inebriation:

It works, Johnny-boy! It works. Every part of it works. I did as tough a test as I could think of short of the real thing. Complex systems, groups of, you know, groups of complex systems, one of the earth and one clean and mechanical, matching the [unintelligible] function versus structure, and it all fell into place, like clockwork, perfectly engineered! Smooth and perfect! You do the right things, and the right things will happen! You can't laugh at the rules of the universe like some political middle manager bullshitter [unintelligible] and expect to get away with it! It's not a theory, it's not hoodoo, it's sacred geometry and geography! [laughs] I really wish you were here to see it. Oh, I know you think I'm crazy too, Johnny-boy, but you've been the only one to stand by me, and I want you to know that in the world to come, you and Sherry will be protected. You'll sit at my right hand. The Sleeping King will never wake up, Johnny-boy. I will.

Further invasive testing of SCP-2189-X was prohibited and SCP-2189 upgraded to Keter by order of O5-█.

I don't need to tell you that we got caught with our pants down on this one, or that we might well have remained in the dark for far longer if an accidental discovery hadn't forced you to take a second look at SCP-2189. The simple step of assigning Agents to investigate the SCP's origins at the time of containment could have been a real game-changer.
Instead, SCP-2189 spent critical months mis-classified as Safe, with no one looking into it, because no one in Site-103's chain of command – not your project head, not your director of research, and not you – thought that it might be worthwhile to study the long-term effects of eating an SCP. That kind of incurious attitude is the exact opposite of what we pay researchers for. And your claim that you couldn't assign investigative resources until SCP-2189 was reclassified as Euclid won't fly. You have a discretionary budget for precisely this reason.
We still don't know exactly what R████ did, whether he got what he wanted, or for that matter whether the effects of his little dress rehearsal are still working their way up the food chain in █████ and your own Site's greenhouses. What we do know for certain is that we gave him a three-month head start. In light of these events, I've decided your talents would be better utilized elsewhere in the organization. You are relieved of your duties as Site Director, effective immediately.
– O5-█

Footnotes
1. Attempting to squeeze or ream an instance to produce additional juice will result in jamming of the internal mechanisms, as described below.
2. Ground Penetrating Radar
3. Three days before the discovery of SCP-2189-T and -F

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Item #: SCP-2190
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents embedded in regional cell phone manufacturers and distributors are to ensure that all phones sold within SCP-2190's active area included modified SIM cards designed to automatically filter calls from SCP-2190.
Undercover field agents living near POI-2190-2's place of residence are trusted to monitor and ensure the wellbeing of POI-2190-2 and her family, as well as dissuade members of the community from believing that POI-2190-3 is anything other than a loving husband.
Description: SCP-2190 is a telephonic entity that manifests in communication systems within the country of the Philippines. Records of previous manifestations have shown that SCP-2190 possesses the personality, vocal quality, and financial resources of ████ █████████, a deceased Filipino woman designated POI-2190-1. SCP-2190 is capable of calling any mobile phone within a 100km radius of the home in which POI-2190-2 currently resides. The first SCP-2190 phone call took place on 02/05/2007, three days after POI-2190-1 passed away at the age of 78 due to heart failure.
SCP-2190 has complete, irrevocable control over POI-2190-1's savings and liquid assets. This encompasses the full breadth of resources possessed by POI-2190-1 prior to her death, as POI-2190-1 retained complete ownership of these resources even after being declared legally deceased. Suspected anomalous bureaucratic influence is being investigated.
All attempts to prevent or limit SCP-2190's access to its financial resources have consistently met with failure. Any attempt to close, transfer ownership, or edit the balance of POI-2190-1's bank account via computerized systems will result in a system error, and any alterations to physical documents pertaining to SCP-2190's wealth will anomalously revert the following day. Additionally, individuals employed at financial institutions will immediately forget any instructions to alter or deny transactions from POI-2190-1's bank account.
Every two to three weeks, SCP-2190 places a phone call to an individual of its choosing. Records indicate that SCP-2190 makes its selections based on the following criteria:

The recipient must reside in close proximity to POI-2190-2's place of living.
The recipient must possess a reasonable level of physical fitness and intelligence.
The recipient must have an urgent need to acquire a large sum of money.

SCP-2190 introduces itself during these calls as the mother of ██████ █████ (designated POI-2190-2), daughter of POI-2190-1. SCP-2190 will go on to claim that POI-2190-2 is trapped in an abusive relationship with her husband, Albert █████ (POI-2190-3), and will beg for the recipient of the call to help in ending the relationship between the two. A $5,000 (₱224,850) reward is offered for successful termination of the marriage, with 10% delivered upfront. If the recipient agrees, SCP-2190 will provide them with POI-2190-2's present location, as well as the locations of POI-2190-3 and their son, Philip █████ (POI-2190-4). If the individual receiving the call agrees to these terms, they will receive $500 (₱22,485) via wire transfer two to three days later.
SCP-2190 was discovered in 2008 during a police investigation into the kidnapping of POI-2190-4. The abductors had sent POI-2190-2 a ransom note demanding that she immediately annul her marriage, change her name, and return home to her mother. POI-2190-2 chose to ignore the demands and enlisted the help of local law enforcement, who successfully located the boy and apprehended his captors. Field agents embedded in the Philippine judiciary brought SCP-2190 to the Foundation's attention when POI-2190-2's mother, whom the kidnappers named as an accomplice and whom POI-2190-2 testified to be frequently communicating with, was found to have been deceased for several years.
After SCP-2190 was confirmed to be anomalous in nature, POI-2190-2's family was placed in Foundation custody. They had originally been planned to remain as permanent on-site residents; however, their presence in Site-92 caused SCP-2190 to begin placing calls on confidential Foundation communication networks. As this constituted an unacceptable security breach, the family was administered amnestics and allowed to reintegrate into society. Extensive observation of POI-2190-2's family life over the subsequent years has shown no evidence of abusive tendencies on the part of POI-2190-3.
Document Log: The following is an excerpt from an interview with POI-2190-2 conducted during her brief time at Site-92.

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My mother and father were both from here, in the Philippines, but she left [him] for an American so that she could get a visa and go to the US. I was left with my father. She never tried to contact me until I was 19. She called me on the phone, and I was so surprised because I thought she did not know me or care for me. She told me she had found a husband for me in America and she was sending [him] to me so we could be married.
I told her “No, I have already have a boyfriend here.” And she asked me if he was American, and I told her no. Then she says I have to marry an American so I can come to the states. She says it is much better over there. I told her I love my boyfriend, so she calls me names and names, she says I'm so stupid, tells me I have to marry an American. She tells me that after all this time she still loves me and wants me to be at her house in America with her. Can you imagine, after nineteen years she doesn't talk to me?
But even still, she is my mother, and I was happy to know she still loves me, so I told her, “I will not leave Albert, because I love him very much, but I will try to get a visa and go to you.” She told me it's okay as long as I come be there with her. Then she calls me every week, asking me question about Albert. She asks if he is a Catholic, and I lie to her, “yes,” because I am afraid she will hate him if she knows he is a Christian.1
Two days later I get a call, and my mother is screaming at me all these things. She tells me I need to leave Albert because he is a Christian. I tell her, “No, I love Albert. I love that Albert is a Christian, and I am a Christian now, too.” She was very upset, she said she would pray for my soul to not go to hell. She said she would pray that Albert would leave me so I would stop being a Christian and be saved. I asked how she found out Albert was Christian, and she told me she called her family here in the Philippines and asked them to check and found out.
She did not call me so much after that. When she talked she would always tell me how much she loved me and wanted me to live with her in her big house in the US, and every time she called she would ask me if I left Albert yet or if [he] left me. Several times Albert would come home from work and get attacked by people telling him he was going to hell. They hit him until he was on the ground, and the women even scratch him with their nails. I think it was maybe my mother's family or friends, but when I ask her she said she did not know anything about that.
Eventually my mother tells me that she will pay for my trip the US, and she will let me stay with her. She said she is very rich and does not have to work, and I would not have to work if I went to live with her. This was in 1995, Albert and I were already married and Philip was just born. We did not have so much money, so I got a work visa and decided to go to the States to get a job and send money home to family. I asked my mother if I could stay with her, and she told me it was okay.
When I got to the States, there was a– what do you call that– the big, long car? Ah, right. There was a limousine waiting for me at the airport. My mother's house was very big. Her husband was the owner of a company and he had a lot of money. My mother threw a big party when I arrived. She gave me so many gifts and told me she loved me. She said the house was too big for just her and her husband, and she wanted her real children to be with her. She also told me she wanted Philip to live there, too.
My mother did not want me to get a job, but I did anyway, because I needed to send money to Albert. After a few weeks, my mother came to my room with a very expensive dress, and said she would take me to a party at her friend's house. The dress was very nice, and I had been working very hard, so I agreed.
But then when we got inside the car, she drove us to some kind of nightclub. I asked her, “Why are we here? You said we were going to your friend's house.” And she laughed and told me it was a surprise. She wanted to give me a good time. We were already there, so I went inside. My mother kept telling me to drink, giving me more and more drinks. I did not drink them, but I pretended to.
When it was late, my mother brought me to a man named Randall. She said he was rich and that he wanted to sleep with me, and he could even marry me and get me a permanent visa. I asked my mother, “Is this why you took me here to the states? So you could get me drunk and sleep with an American? Don't you know I'm already married to Albert?” And she tells me to forget about Albert, that I need to marry an American. Imagine, even though I have already a husband and a son!
I made my mother take us home. She was very mad, but she did it anyway. After that, she was always bringing men to the house. She told me again and again that I needed to get married to an American while I am still beautiful and 26.
One night I told her, “Mom, please stop. I love Albert very much, not because of money, but because I love him so much, and we are so happy together.” I told her I will never leave him. Even though it was cruel, I said, “I will not abandon my child and my husband like you did! You left us for money and toys and parties, and you never cared about me for 19 years until you realized you wanted me! You don't love me, you only want me like a dress or a doll. You only love yourself!”
She got so angry then, it was like a demon was inside her. She was screaming and screaming and throwing things everywhere. Finally her husband had to come and take her away to their room. [He] told her I was an adult, and I should marry who I want. And so my mother promised to stop bringing men to the house, but I think it was only to make her husband happy. I told him I wanted to go home, so he bought me a ticket and I left the next day.
When I was back in the Philippines, I did not hear from my mother again until, I think, 2002. She said her husband had died and she was very lonely. She wanted me to come back to the US and to bring Philip, but Albert would have to stay behind. I told her “no,” but she kept calling and calling. I stopped answering her.
Then there started to be rumors that Albert was hitting me. Even at church, people said they heard the rumors. I knew it was my mother again. I told Albert, “Maybe she thinks you will leave me if she makes rumors.” He told me it was okay, and he would never leave me. Ever since we met, we have always loved each other so much, and we are always happy together, even when we had no money, and even now that we are here in this place.
My mother never stopped calling me, and never stopped making rumors. My husband would get attacked, and several times he was arrested, and I had to explain to the police what was happening. One time a man punched me in the face, and apologized and told me that someone had given him a lot of money to punch me. Then another man hit me, and after that I was always being attacked, and people thought it was Albert. We moved many times, but everywhere we went it happened.
Several times Albert said that he would leave if I wanted him to. He did not want me to be hurt anymore, and he did not want Philip to grow up being told his father was a wife beater. I told him that as long as he wanted to be with me, I would never ask him to leave. He was the only thing in my life that made me happy after my mother caused me to suffer so much.
Albert and Philip and I have suffered so much because of my mother. Every night I prayed to God, “Please, Lord, let her die so she can no longer make my family suffer.” And I also prayed for forgiveness, because she was still my mother, and I knew I should love her. And you know, I do still love her, even until now. I cannot love what she does to my family, but she is still my mother, and I hate the things she does but I still love.
The last time I talked to her on the phone, I said, “I still love you even though I also love Albert. My love for you is not less because I also love him.” And she cried and cried and told me that she's lonely in her big house. She said her house was always getting bigger and it would not stop. She told me that sometimes she gets lost in her big house, and it's full of toys and dresses for her children and her grandchildren, but she is all alone and she can't get out.
I don't know if she will ever stop making our family suffer, but I do not feel angry at her anymore. I know that as much as she is hurting us, she is hurting even more, and that is because of the things she did when she was alive. I pray for her soul every day. Even if she could no longer make her phone calls, and we were happy here, I would still pray for her to be at peace, because she is my mother.

Addendum: The following is a statement from SCP-2190's supervising researcher, Dr. Jethro Bostenero, regarding SCP-2190's containment procedures:

Over the past few years, a number of colleagues have approached me with concerns about SCP-2190's containment. Essentially, the question people seem to have is, “Why are we spending so much money and manpower on the current containment procedures when the anomaly could potentially be rendered inert by separating POI-2190-2 and POI-2190-3?”
Rest assured that alternate containment procedures were proposed and considered. The containment procedures that are currently in place were specifically selected and approved by the O5 council for the following reasons:
Firstly, intentionally separating POI-2190-2 and POI-2190-3 would constitute the attempted neutralization of an anomalous phenomenon. Neutralization attempts are only to be carried out if the anomaly in question poses a significant risk to normalcy and humanity at large. SCP-2190 does not meet this requirement. “We are not the Coalition, we contain, not destroy” is an age-old mantra that I'm sure you're tired of hearing, but it's still very applicable to this situation.
Secondly, the present set of containment procedures aren't nearly as extravagant as detractors have suggested. It's standard practice to have undercover field agents in large population centers, and Baguio is no exception, so we're not losing any extra manpower. The modified SIM cards are paid for by the sales of the phones themselves, and therefore cost us nothing.
There is also a third reason, which is, quite simply, sentiment. It's no secret that suicide rates are high among Foundation personnel, a fact that is generally attributed to the difficult decisions we have to make and the actions we have to perform for the greater good. SCP-2190 is something of a victory, a rare case in which containing an SCP means allowing a family who has endured a living hell to finally live happily ever after. The value of the morale boosts provided by these feel-good stories cannot be overstated.
If you have any other questions or concerns regarding SCP-2190, feel free to call me any time during regular business hours.
– Dr. Jethro Bostenero

Footnotes
1. “Christian”, in this context, being a person of Protestant faith. By the more common definition of “Christian” as a person who professes a belief in Jesus Christ or follows the teachings thereof, those belonging to the Catholic Church would be considered Christian themselves.

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