Item #: SCP-3000
일련번호: SCP-3000
Object Class: Keter
등급: 케테르(Keter)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3000 cannot be directly contained in any conceivable manner. The Foundation will continue to search for and destroy potential anchors between SCP-3000 and baseline reality.
특수 격리 절차: SCP-3000은 어떠한 수단과 방법으로도 직접적으로 격리할 수 없다. 재단은 SCP-3000과 기존 현실 간의 잠재적 닻들을 찾고 제거하는 것을 계속할 것이다.
설명: SCP-3000 is presently hypothesized to be either A) an alternate iteration of Earth (or an amalgamation of many such iterations) or B) an extradimensional manifestation that includes some superficial similarities to Earth. All information regarding SCP-3000 was recovered from data stored within a cybernetic eye augmentation, formerly attached to the right eye socket of Agent Alexis Kennedy. Although a body was not recovered, her continued survival has been deemed unlikely.
SCP-3000은 현재로서는 A) 평행우주의 지구(또는 많은 이러한 평행우주들과의 교차) 또는 B) 지구와 약간의 유사성을 가지는 초차원적 발현으로 추측된다. SCP-3000에 관한 모든 정보는 과거 알렉세이 케네디 요원의 오른쪽 눈구멍에 설치되었던 인공두뇌학적 안구 증강물에 저장된 데이터에서 복구되었다. 그녀의 몸이 발견되지 않았으므로, 지속적인 생존은 불가능했던 것으로 간주된다.
Agent Kennedy is/was a member of MTF Psi-13 ("Witch Hunters"), a highly classified joint Foundation/GOC task force created as part of Project: Sitra Achra. MTF Psi-13 is designed for the infiltration of Neo-Sarkic1 organizations and the termination of high threat members.
케네디 요원은 시트라 아크라 프로젝트의 일환으로 창설된 재단/GOC 합동 고보안 MTF 프사이-13("마녀 사냥꾼")의 일원이(었)다. MTF 프사이-13은 신사르킥2 단체들에의 침투와 고위험 구성원들의 제거를 목적으로 한다.
As part of Project: Sitra Achra, MTF Psi-13 operatives are trained in Counter Occult Stratagems (COS) and the use of corrosive/incendiary armaments; each agent equipped with a SIG Sauer P226 modified for the use of incendiary and corrosive ammunition. Members of MTF Psi-13 have undergone a small number cybernetic augmentations which include:
시트라 아크라 프로젝트의 일환으로, MTF 프사이-13 대원들은 오컬트 교전 전략(COS) 및 부식성/방화성 무기의 사용을 숙지하였다. 각 요원은 방화용 및 부식용 탄약을 위해 개조된 지그 자우어 P226으로 무장하고 있다. MTF 프사이-13의 대원들은 다음과 같은 작은 규모의 인공두뇌학적 증강들을 거쳤다.
- Eyes have been modified with OI-T7 (Ocular Implant Type 7), allowing the wearer to record video data which is in turn delivered to Foundation command as a live feed and stored within an internal hard-drive. The OI-T7 can be adjusted for focal length and low light environments. The OI-T7 is also equipped with a GPS monitor.
- Part of the skull has been surgically implanted with a SCAI-T2 (Sub-Cranial Auditory Implant Type 2), allowing for audio recording which is in turn stored within a memory chip inside the OI-T7.
- Sub-dermal biotelemetric monitors for the tracking of vital signs.
TARGET: PoI-3681 (Vivian Durant-Croÿ)
DATE OF BIRTH: 08/07/1971
HEIGHT: 1.6 meters
BUILD: Petite
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
PROFILE: Vivian Durant-Croÿ was born to an unidentified mother and Cyril E. Durant, patriarch of House Durant3, at their family estate in St. Tammany Parish, Louisiana. She was publicly known as an heiress and high society celebutante with no evidence of anomalous ability or involvement. On 10/21/1996, PoI-3681 married the Hungarian national Bertók Croÿ, a CEO of Abraxas Arms and suspected Neo-Sarkicite.
PoI-3681 is currently president and CEO of the Durant Bodfel Financial Group and is a rising figure in Neo-Sarkicism. Project: Sitra Achra has uncovered that she is slated to become the acting karcist4 of GoI-0490 ("The Esoteric Order of the White Worm"), a Neo-Sarkic chapter primarily active in the Middle Atlantic5 region of the United States.
MISSION: The infiltration of GoI-0490 and termination of PoI-3681.
MISSION ADDENDUM 11/23/2014: Agents Daniel Cain, Alexis Kennedy, and Patrick Taylor have successfully infiltrated GoI-0490 and have been invited to PoI-3681's Z'alkun6 ceremony on 12/01/2014. Agents are to terminate PoI-3681 once given the command to do so. Operatives of MTF Psi-9 "Abyss Gazers" are to be on standby in case of escalation.
| Time: 2100 |
Croÿ Manor is believed to be the primary headquarters of The Esoteric Order of the White Worm. It is an early 20th century mansion located in a secluded and heavily forested section of Scarsdale, New York. Agents Cain, Kennedy, and Taylor are delivered at the gatehouse via a limousine driven by Agent Burroughs (also of MTF Psi-13). The gatehouse is equipped with a camera and intercom system. An unidentified voice speaks over the intercom:
What hour is it?
Agent Cain responds:
It is the eleventh hour - the worm of midnight draws nigh.
The gate opens, allowing access to the manor grounds without incident. The three follow a cobblestone path, the area lit with decorative red-glass lanterns, and arrive at the mansion after an elapse of approximately three minutes. A doorman, dressed in a tuxedo suit and black veil (covering the entirety of the face) opens the front door - bowing his or her head as they do so.
Croÿ Manor, exterior.
The agents enter the manor, video revealing a decorative interior composed of polished black and red stone and golden candelabra. Chamber music grows increasingly audible as they walk - the trio arriving at a large atrium. The chamber is decorated with paintings and statues, including an approximately 5 meter marble tall statue in the center of the room depicting an entity with a leonine head and vermiform body. This statue is believed to be a symbolic representation of the Demiurge, or "Yaldabaoth"7.
The atrium is dimly lit by red-glass lanterns, similar to those encountered outdoors. Voices are audible, as are moans. Lens augmentations adjust to the low light environment, revealing 150-200 humanoid individuals - most of which appear to be mid-coitus while others lounge, converse, and observe; many are scantily clad while some wear only masks.
The three seat themselves at a corner table and feign conversation. Servants wander the room, offering wine and hors d'oeuvres. The servants are dressed in clothing identical to that of the doorman - tuxedo suits (whether male or female) and black veils.
| Time: 2205 |
Fleeting glimpses are recorded of tall (a height of approximately 2.5 meters), stationary individuals wearing hooded robes. Possibly security, they appear to stand watch over the manor's interior. These entities have since been classified as possible instances of SK-BIO Type B.
Mission Command orders agents Kennedy and Taylor to remain within the atrium while ordering Agent Cain to continue the search for PoI-3690. Agents Kennedy and Taylor begin to kiss and touch another in an effort to blend with their environment, while Agent Cain proceeds to further investigate the manor.
Agent Cain is able to record portions of nearby conversations. Audio specialists have isolated the following dialogue:
What appears to be the end of a conversation between two guests:
Unidentified Man: …but their blood is wrong. Diluted and weak.
Unidentified Woman: We serve the same master, do we not? Call it diluted but even the smallest drop of Ion's blood sets them apart from the swine.
A somewhat heated discussion between two men:
Unidentified Man 1: Orok's8 Oath?
Unidentified Man 2: Indeed.
Unidentified Man 1: You can't be serious. The Black Lodge, kindred though they may be, lacks the necessary [incomprehensible] to make such a claim. It simply isn't realistic.
Unidentified Man 2: You underestimate their enthusiasm. Have you seen the Moscow temple? You're selling them short…
A man and woman speak with a hunched, cloaked figure with pale tendrils dangling from its cowl; entity classified as PoI-5963:
Unidentified Woman: Karcist Tuuslar. It is an honor.
PoI-5963: Vi x saa tz'thul.
Unidentified Man: Ah, you must be here to enact the rites? I doubt that you've come all this way just to speak with those so far beneath you.
PoI-5963: Vanaata. Nod daas menska, gaal nak x dero thex maa alune.
Unidentified Woman: Words of wisdom. Truly, it is an honor.
| Time: 2230 |
Agent Cain encounters an entity with the appearance of a female quadruple amputee equipped with unusually long prosthesis; closer analysis of this footage suggests that the limbs are not prosthetic but rather the result of corporeal modifications (Lihaaskur, or Sarkic "flesh crafting"). This individual is classified as PoI-4201. PoI-4201's human component is nude and hangs upside-down with it's eyes covered by a black blindfold.
Video shows PoI-4201 approaching Agent Cain (walking/crawling on all fours) with its mouth agape. An unidentified female guest proceeds to sensually touch Agent Cain and states:
She's eager to please. Go on. Give it to her. I wish to watch.
Agent Cain is ordered to remain in character and complies; PoI-4201 proceeds to fellate him.
Agent Cain completes his interaction with PoI-4201 (and unidentified woman) after an elapse of approximately 16 minutes and is ordered to continue his search for PoI-3690. A gong-like instrument is rung, causing guests to immediately abandon their activities and proceed down a hallway located at the atrium's northeast. Agents are ordered to follow and rendezvous at their eventual destination.
| Time: 2300 |
Video reveals a grand dining room containing many circular tables. Agents seat themselves at an empty table and are soon joined by nine other guests. Servants enter and proceed to serve a full course dinner. The main course resembles beef and is served with chateau potatoes. Agent Kennedy whispers to Agent Taylor:
Doesn't taste like steak. More like pork. Or maybe veal.
Over dinner the agents engage in conversation with other guests. These discussions are generally banal and do not involve anomalous subject matters. The gong is sounded again, causing the guests to rise from their seats and return to the atrium.
| Time: 2400 |
The central statue (the lion-headed serpent) has vanished, revealing a spiral staircase where it had once stood. All proceed to descend the stairs, entering a hidden basement structure - its architecture resembling a temple or catacomb. The floor glistens as if damp and a red organic substance coats the area like slime mold. The short hallway terminates at a spherical chamber, the room's center containing a large object resembling a chrysalis tethered above an empty basin via organic tendrils. The chamber is designed much like an amphitheater, allowing the 200+ guests to comfortably fill the room in a standing position.
Veiled servants enter, dragging bound and gagged men, women, and children, and proceed to force them into the basin. PoI-5963 stands atop an edifice near the basin and begins to recite as more captives are deposited within the pit:
Ra Ion-Vavidris! Ra Ion-Vavidris! Ra Ion-Vavidris!
Nal durn maaru vaas mok dero x sil den turrosh nod flensk [incomprehensible] joz-vi. Nuizor kal vrolkun [incomprehensible] ugruilkal kaas x Khuldal [incomprehensible].
Ra Ion-Vavidris! Ra Ion-Vavidris! Ra Ion-Vavidris!
Baarok veri lihk [incomprehensible] vaas nod tark vald vaalagaz. Gigrass nod mh'ythri, Ion dero kaas sil havit x Važjuma! Huruth [incomprehensible].
Ra Ion-Vavidris! Ra Ion-Vavidris! Ra Ion-Vavidris!
The basin now contains approximately 30-40 individuals. Veiled servants carrying ornate knives carved from bone or a similar material enter the pit and begin to attack the prisoners, removing gags (the resulting screams render PoI-5963's continued recitations inaudible) and performing what is believed to be the Rite of Nyúz9. Mission Command orders agents to comply, noting that the prisoners would die regardless of their actions. Agents appear to purposefully aim for arteries (possibly to ensure a quicker, more merciful death) - the swiftness of the resulting fatalities going unnoticed during the tumultuous ritual.
| Time: 0120 |
The chrysalis is cut from its tethers, lowering it into the pit of dismembered dead. The crowd begins to vocalize without speaking any discernible words - the noise resembling overtone chanting10; all while the servants self-terminate via disembowelment. The chrysalis ruptures, torn apart from the inside by sickle-like appendages, revealing an entity that, based on the appearance of its humanoid head and torso, is believed to be PoI-3690 (Vivian Durant-Croÿ).
PoI-3690 stands on three arthropodous legs (two forelegs, one hind leg) and is approximately 2.7 meters tall. Much of PoI-3690's body is composed of white and black chitin; it has six lepidopterous wings with red and black markings, two raptorial arms, and a pale humanoid upper body.
Mission Command orders agents to terminate PoI-3690 and PoI-5963. Agents draw their weapons and open fire. PoI-5963 is struck from behind and set aflame, immolating nearby hostiles, but PoI-3690 appears uninjured - its carapaced arms shielding the soft tissue of its humanoid portion.
Agent Taylor is attacked by the crowd, suffering repeated stab wounds before being recorded as deceased by vital monitors. Agents Cain and Kennedy are ordered to retreat and begin their withdrawal to the atrium. Agent Kennedy supports Agent Cain with suppressive fire while he places remote controlled explosive devices at the stairwell; when finished, both continue their escape to the atrium. Agent Cain detonates the explosives as soon as both reach a safe distance. The resulting explosion causing much of the atrium's floor to collapse into the basement, creating a large fissure and spreading fire to the rest of the manor.
Four instances of SK-BIO Type B charge at the agents. Despite being humanoid in shape while cloaked in their heavy garb, they sprint with a quadrupedal, almost lupine gait. Agent Cain fires his pistol at the entities, drawing the attention of the entire pack. Pouncing upon Agent Cain, video reveals the faces of the SK-BIO Type B; they are shown to be pale and dominated by toothy, vertical mouths. The entities proceed to maul Agent Cain, tearing the limbs from his body - Agent Cain is subsequently recorded as deceased seconds later.
Mobile Task Force Psi-9 ("Abyss Gazers") are ordered to storm Croÿ Manor (ETA: 0200) and neutralize PoI-3690.
Fire continues to spread, preventing access to all prospective escape routes. Agent Kennedy fires several rounds at a nearby window but the glass bulletproof. The floor collapses beneath the SK-BIO Type B, pulling them and what remains of Agent Cain below. PoI-3690 is observed rising from the rubble. Agent Kennedy fires several shots at PoI-3690, potentially wounding the entity.
Organic tendrils spread from the basement, grasping parts of the manor's architecture and tearing it down in an apparent effort to completely obliterate the building. Agent Kennedy falls as the floor collapses beneath her.
Her transmission is lost.
| Time: 0150 |
All agents are declared deceased. Croÿ Manor is destroyed. No remains are recovered, human or otherwise.
On 08/07/2015, the Foundation began to receive the GPS coordinates of Agent Kennedy, although radio contact could not be reestablished. Agent Kennedy was traced to an alleyway in the Wan Chai District of Hong Kong - over 12,000 km from where she had initially gone missing. As previously noted, only her augmented right eye was recovered from these coordinates.
Note: Video frequently suffers unexplained distortions throughout its entire 1,460 hour length. These distortions are only visible for fractions of a second and occur in 1-20 minute intervals or, on rare occasions, in rapid succession. These distortions manifest as symbols of unknown meaning. Over 80,000 symbols have been detected by video analysis software. Each instance is unique (non-repeating) and cognitohazardous to observers (triggering headaches, brain hemorrhaging, blindness, and death).
For direct video access or complete video transcript please submit an authorization request to Dr. Ada Grzeskiewicz.
| Day 01 |
A hallway observed near where Agent Kennedy regained consciousness.
Video is black for the first 150 minutes, Agent Kennedy presumably unconscious. She opens her eyes, revealing a dimly lit room and rubble. Agent Kennedy rises to her feet and inspects herself; she appears bloody and bruised but without serious injury. Eye augmentations automatically adjust to the low-light environment
Agent Kennedy: Command? [coughs] Command, do you read me?
The room appears to be composed of darkly colored stone and a creeping organic material. Red light is visible from cracks in the wall. The room is shown to have a hallway, through which Agent Kennedy proceeds to travel. There is a red luminescence at the far end of the hallway. Agent Kennedy arrives at what appears to be a courtyard after walking for approximately nine minutes. Agent Kennedy stumbles and coughs, the area engulfed by what resembles a red dust storm; closer analysis would suggest that the 'mist' is in fact a cloud of bio-luminescent spores. These spores have since been classified as SCP-3000-1.
An overgrowth of fleshy tendrils in the courtyard.
Agent Kennedy: Does anybody read me? This is Agent Kennedy requesting evac.
Agent Kennedy appears to seek shelter from the spores by returning to the interior. The next 64 hours would be spent inside, the agent alternating between sleep and efforts to reestablish contact with command.
| Day 04 |
Agent Kennedy begins to explore SCP-3000, possibly in search of an exit from her current location and/or food and water. Agent Kennedy proceeds to tear off a part of her dress and appears to use it to cover her face before entering the courtyard. She periodically coughs as she passes through dense clouds of SCP-3000-1. She peers down, her currently bare feet atop of what appears to be the first step of a stairwell, which she proceeds to ascend. After approximately 12 minutes of climbing, she reaches what appears to be the top of the structure - which can now be viewed with greater clarity and resembles a ruined castle or temple complex. Black pyramids are visible on the horizon and sinewy organic spires reach into the sky.
Agent Kennedy: What the hell…
Agent Kennedy peers at a nearby building, so close that it nearly touches the structure where she presently resides. She jumps through an opening, left behind by a collapsed wall, and appears to tumble. Standing, she takes a minute to observe her new environment. Although as decrepit as the last, it's architecture is entirely different - to the point of suggesting a drastically different culture or time period
Interior resembles that of an apartment complex. Agent Kennedy proceeds to enter a flat, its door removed from its hinges and lying on the floor. The refrigerator appears overgrown with a pulsating fleshy material, similar to that previously encountered. Agent Kennedy scavenges from several rotted cabinets, eventually finding a half empty glass jar of honey. Having crystallized, Agent Kennedy smashes the jar against a shelf and proceeds to chip off honey fragments with a survival knife (which had been strapped to shin) and places a piece in her mouth. She proceeds to craft a makeshift satchel from a heavily stained bed sheet and fills it with the rest of the crystallized honey, a bag of what appears to be cornstarch or flour and, after first testing it, a formerly unopened bottle of water.
| Day 14 |
Ruins observed in the SCP-3000 environs.
Agent Kennedy, having salvaged all she could from the apartment complex, proceeds to wander - stating her intention to seek a way out of [SCP-3000]. She begins to speak as she walks.
Agent Kennedy: None of you can hear me, can you? But everything I see is being recorded. If I get out of here… yeah. Maybe. Maybe we can get something out of this. The others are dead. I'm sure of it.
I don't know what to make of this place. The air tastes of rust, or blood - hard to say. It burns. My skin. Look at what its done to my skin.
Agent Kennedy holds out a hand, revealing it to be covered in lesions.
Agent Kennedy: If I can find food, maybe I can find some medical supplies as well. No idea where I'm going. Find something that looks like it was a hospital? Yeah. Maybe that. Might take awhile.
| Day 23 |
Agent Kennedy: I haven't seen anyone. Lifeless, but… not. The ground is alive, the walls are alive.
I hear things. Whispers. They speak to me in a language I don't understand.
It hurts to look at the sky. It moves unnaturally - like a nasty trip. Maybe this whole place is just one big hallucination. Maybe I'm strapped to a gurney - are they trying to wake me? Dissect me?
Agent Kennedy becomes hysterical, shifting between weeping and laughter.
| Day 27 |
Recovered image of PoI-2699 (magnified)
Agent Kennedy explores a building resembling the dilapidated ruins of a French manor. She scavenges the kitchen for food, finding another jar of honey; the rest is rotten, disintegrated, or consumed by the creeping flesh (which has now been classified as SCP-3000-2). Kennedy explores the upper floor (much of the roof is missing), encountering a library and a seated figure (classified as PoI-2699) reading through a book. Kennedy raises her pistol, causing the humanoid figure to set their book aside. Its face lacks eyes or a nose, it raises an open hand in a calming gesture - there is a human eye in its palm. PoI-2699 speaks first:
Welcome.
Agent Kennedy responds:
What? That's it? That's all you have to say? What is this hell? Where the fuck am I?
PoI-2699 lowers its head before responding:
This… [it hesitates] This looks like hell to you? [it makes a clicking sound] Welcome to paradise, at the end of all things. This is His Desolate Domain.
Agent Kennedy replies; she continues to point her weapon:
Are you fucking mocking me? How do I leave? Tell me and I might not blow your brains out!
PoI-2699 responds, showing no observable emotion:
This is a sacred place - down here, you whisper. There are many ways to leave but you haven't earned that right. There are lessons to be learned, truths to embrace…
Agent Kennedy shakes her head:
Fuck your truth. Just get me out of here.
PoI-2699 throws himself at Kennedy, shouting:
Krav-ka lisk! Insolent cunt! You will accept our truths even if I have to rape it into you!
Kennedy fires her weapon, striking PoI-2699 in the head and torso several times. It stumbles backwards and collapses into a heap of robes from which slithering organisms escape, fleeing into the various cracks and crevices of the ruined manor. Kennedy screams, fires her weapon into the air and proceeds to push over several bookcases.
| Day 34 |
Agent Kennedy discovers the ruins of a hospital adjacent to a river of acid (Kennedy describes the liquid as smelling like "stomach acid"). Unidentified crocodilian creatures lurk near the shores of the river; they have six limbs, seemingly skeletal heads, gray skin, and black manes - they have since been classified as SCP-3000-3. Kennedy maintains her distance from the creatures as she enters the ruined structure.
The interior is relatively modern but appears as though it had been abandoned for several hundred years, if not longer. Gnawed, human bones choke the hallways - forcing Kennedy to dig through them in order to progress. Kennedy travels from room to room, scavenging for medical supplies. She pauses in front of a mirror, revealing the extreme extent of her weepings lesions. She proceeds to bandage these wounds, eventually wrapping the entirety of her body save for the eyes.
Kennedy recovers a container of purified water but no food (which she appears to be in desperate need of). She discovers a Brazilian newspaper dated 04/09/1977, its faded words barely legible. Closer analysis has revealed the mention of six 'red moons' entering the Solar System, triggering a global panic and coinciding with the development of several devastating pandemics.
| Day 40 |
Agent Kennedy has turned the hospital into a refuge, venturing outside to gather SCP-3000-2 and to hunt some of the smaller native fauna. The meat has caused her illness but it appears that she is adapting to her new food sources as well as to the environment, choking on the air less frequently. In order to preserve bullets, Kennedy has fashioned a spear from scrap material. She has also begun to discuss her dreams:
It started out as night terrors - an ill defined sort of dread. There was pain, confusion… but no real narrative.
But a narrative is starting to form. This place will play tricks on your mind. Anyway would have nightmares sleeping in a land like this. But these are different…
It feels like the dream belongs to someone else. There I am a shepherd, tending to my flock. I try to protect them. There are predators out there. I can't save them that from threat - I'm just not strong enough. I have to find a way. I gave them medicine - made them stronger, but… but something is wrong. They're sick. So am I. Sick but strong. So strong…
But we keep drinking that false cure. We can't stop. We need it now. We're so hungry. So addicted.
The hunger won't stop. We were doomed from the start. I was a fool to think we had any chance.
| Day 43 |
Denizens of SCP-3000.
Agent Kennedy is on the roof of the hospital, evidently scouting its surrounding environs. A fire is seen in the distance and she adjusts her augmented vision for a closer inspection. Three humanoid entities, armed with primitive weapons (spears, clubs, etc.), have gathered around the conflagration. The fire appears to be the product of a gaseous vent rather than an artificial creation. Kennedy mutters to herself:
I don't even think these things were ever human.
These organisms have been classified as SCP-3000-4. There is visible movement in the distance. It is soon apparent that there are several hundred SCP-3000-4 on the move, possibly a nomadic tribe native to the land. The red dust that dominates the sky suddenly breaks, revealing an enormous eye whose pupil appears to be transfixed on Agent Kennedy. She returns her gaze to the SCP-3000-4, who have apparently taking this as a sign and have begun to migrate towards the hospital.
Gathering her supplies, Agent Kennedy climbs down the outer walls of the hospital, and flees in the opposite direction of the SCP-3000-4. She looks behind herself only once - the enormous eye continues to stare in her direction.
| Day 61 |
Agent Kennedy stands above a hole. Although located in an artificial stone structure, the hole resembles a deep, infected wound.
The whispers… they are trying to help me. I have followed its directions. This… this is a way home. I miss my world. I miss my family and friends. The information I have… maybe it will help? Yes. It must.
But I've changed so much. This place has become a part of me. If I came back, I would be caged, dissected… I understand protocol and would not hold it against any of you.
Nor do I trust myself. I do not wish to bring that threat to my world.
[Places a hand over her eye; she grunts in pain until the augmentation is pulled from her orbital socket; she turns the eye to face her - her other eye is yellow and her bloodstained bandages fail to hide the unusual growths which have formed all over her body] Take this. See what I've seen.
Maybe one day we'll meet again beneath rose colored skies.
The video feed ends.
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Dr. Brian Lee: We need to discuss Day 56. You all know exactly what I'm talking about. We can't keep pretending that we saw nothing when the SCP-3000-1 dissipated.
Dr. Ada Grzeskiewicz: But how do we begin to describe it? The only thing that comes to mind is 'undulating vastness' and that isn't exactly clinical.
Dr. Judith Low: Then let us say what it isn't. SCP-3000 isn't a planet - but it is encrusted with the fragments of many dead worlds.
Dr. Brian Lee: There was the void of an entirely starless space, the red 'moons' - moons do not have eyes, they do not have appendages, but at least we could comprehend those! But that thing was simply inconceivable.
Dr. Ada Grzeskiewicz: We have never recorded anything that large. And the way it moved. Half of the research team lost consciousness and the other half averted their gaze. Human perception was never meant for anything like that.
Dr. Judith Low: It is a Class 7.
Dr. Brian Lee: A Class 7 is entirely hypothetical. The Foundation has never encountered a material entity simultaneously existing on so many dimensions. We can't even explore such a thing in a purely theoretical sense. The relevant fields of science just aren't that advanced yet.
Dr. Judith Low: So what do we call it - God?
Dr. Ada Grzeskiewicz: A Class 7 requires an entirely new threat assessment. The current document does not reflect the true extent of what SCP-3000 is.
Dr. Judith Low: Keep it Keter. Anything more and we might as well start handing out the cyanide capsules.
