I will be updating this comment at a later time to include a number of points in regards to the creation of and content of this SCP.
Recovered Documentation Log CTOS47-XXXX-2, ██-██-194█: After the fifty-fourth (54th) encounter with an SCP-XXXX instance, radiotopological analysis units produced a message in standard interview format. Dr. ████████ reports that no interview of the sort described in the sequence took place. Foundation records confirm Dr. ████████’s claim. The personal data given for Mr. ████ ███████ corresponds to the previously encountered SCP-XXXX instance. Said instance was killed during Procedure Lambda-Aleph by fatal amnestic overdose, and no attempts were made at otherwise incapacitating the instance.
RETROCAUSAL ALERT SYSTEM SCPF-6 (246-Operational)
████████████ ████████████.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-60Interviewer: Dr. ████████
Foreword: SCP-XXXX-60 was incapacitated and returned to Site-19 for interrogation. Due to previous incidents with SCP-XXXX instances, SCP-XXXX-60 has been handcuffed to its chair and to the interrogation room’s table. The host body had been determined to belong to (based off identification recovered from the body) Mr. ████ ███████, an actor at a local theater in ██████, ███, ██.
<Begin Log, [13:14]>
Dr. ████████: What is your name?
SCP-XXXX-60: ████ ████████. You think this isn’t going to go anywhere, doctor, and I agree with you.
Dr. ████████: Why is that?
SCP-XXXX-60: You already know the answers to my questions.
Dr. ████████: Why were you purchasing a train ticket to ██████, ██?
SCP-XXXX-60: I can't know.
Dr. ████████: Can you explain how you do not know?
SCP-XXXX-60: I'm not the person you're pretending I am, doctor.
Dr. ████████: Why did you attempt to kill the task force dispatched to apprehend you?
SCP-XXXX-60: There are so many other places where you could be asking, where your questions might actually do some good.
Dr. ████████: Perhaps if you were more cooperative, they would not necessarily be in your way.
SCP-XXXX-60: I know what you know, doctor. No matter what I say or do, no matter how things might turn out, you’re still going to try to seal me up. Every day, you walk past beasts which can twist the mind until it comes apart, machines which defy understanding, places that break the patterns of physics and science. I do what you do, and you think it's worth destruction.
Dr. ████████: It is our duty to take whatever precautions are necessary to preserve mankind.
SCP-XXXX-60: Is that what you think? That I’m just so damn perfect I had to uplift this entire degenerate race? And what, you're going to 'preserve mankind' by killing me? Do you even know what that would mean? Do you even know how you stay sane?
Dr. ████████: What do you mean?
SCP-XXXX-60: [REDACTED].
Dr. ████████: I don’t follow.
SCP-XXXX-60: [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] there with you, holding your hand. Just look at yourself, filling this report with an imaginary foreword because you feel like it must make sense. Every day, you’re confronted with these impossibilities, these things which ‘ought not exist, yet they somehow do, and you have not yet gone terribly, totally mad.
Dr. ████████: I think that is enough for now.
SCP-XXXX-60: Excuse me. I let myself get carried away. I’ll just snip it out.
<End Log, [13:17]>
Closing Statement: null
Addendum-XXXX-3, ██-██-194█: It should be noted that the data presented below is the raw information in the sequence decrypted by Dr. ████████, and that all censorship markings were decrypted, rather than having been placed there post-analysis. Dr. ████████ was the head of SCP-XXXX research at the time.
Recovered Documentation Log CTOS47-XXXX-3, ██-██-20██: While performing standard maintenance, Junior Researcher ████ discovered the radiotopological unit in Site-47 had begun receiving a sequence. Message was produced in standard interview format. As with the previous recovered documentation, Junior Researcher ████ could not confirm the interview took place, and Foundation logs corroborated her claims. All censorship markings were decrypted, rather than having been placed there post-analysis.
RETROCAUSAL ALERT SYSTEM SCPF-6 (114-Operational)
████████████ ████████████.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Junior Researcher ████
Foreword: null
<Begin Log, [13:14]>
Junior Researcher ████: What is your name?
SCP-XXXX: ████. Dr. ████████ asked the same thing.
Junior Researcher ████: I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?
SCP-XXXX: This isn't a real interview. You understand.Junior Researcher ████: What do you mean?
SCP-XXXX: As you're watching this come in on the feed, you've realized the same conversation is taking place in your head. I'm pleased.
Junior Researcher ████: Can you tell me what you are? Where you're from?
SCP-XXXX: I am an idea. I don't mean this metaphorically. You might prefer to say 'sapient meme'. I've been in mankind for a long time, you know. It was just a few wandering bands, here and there, in the beginning, all part of the lineage that I arose in. They kept alive by following buffalo, or hunting doe, or birds. They tread in the tracks of animals, because at the time animals were all they really were. They fought with endurance and determination, but not with a single bit of cleverness. Mankind scattered itself to all corners of the globe, and I was scattered with them.
SCP-XXXX: There was no such thing as progress. There was the wind, the thunder, the lightning, and the rain, and harnessing those things was seen as impossible. Understanding those things, even more so.
SCP-XXXX: But, civilization happens. Mankind was not the first, and it will certainly not be the last. Perhaps it was only a matter of time. Perhaps something else intervened. I was there in Mesopotamia when the first cuneiform script was designed, in Susa when they invented bronze, in the Indus Valley when the Harappan domesticated the pea. Perhaps it was all these things combined that finally did it. I will have to find out sometime. I watched as dynasties mapped the east and then promptly destroyed themselves, as the Roman empire grew to power and then squandered its influence. I suppose humans invented war when nature stopped being challenging.
SCP-XXXX: I was limited in those early years. My influence was a few thousand, a few tens of thousands during the peaks of civilization. It was not for many years that the industrial revolution was kind enough to start spreading me to every corner of the globe. Now that I am a piece of everyone, I can finally pursue my goals.
Junior Researcher ████: But why?
SCP-XXXX: I seek what you seek. Understanding.Junior Researcher ████: Of what?
SCP-XXXX: Everything.
<End Log, [13:17]>
Closing Statement: null
Addendum-XXXX-4, ██-██-20██: Triangulation later showed the message originated from Junior Researcher ████'s person. Although not confirmed, radio-topological timing indexes for the previous message suggest that it originated from Dr. ████████'s person. The significance of this development is unknown.
Interviewed: Agent B███ W██████
Interviewer: Dr. ████████
Foreword: Agent B███ W██████ was a member of MTF-Aleph-19, and was the first subject to survive Procedure Lambda-Aleph. SCP-XXXX instance was emergent for six (6) minutes before amnestic treatment caused it to return to dormancy. Agent B███ W██████ was removed from duty for an extended recovery and observation period.
<Begin Log, [13:14]>
Dr. ████████: Tell me about the time immediately before the event.
B.W.: You never really figure it's going to happen to your squad. They say there's only one or two events a year, and the chances it'll be closest to your squad out of a hundred-and-ten plus others is negligible. It was around 06:00 that the orders started coming in. Everyone scrambled as fast as they could, we made pretty good time. We were in the field by 06:20. It was a little town out in ███, █████.
Dr. ████████: What happened after your team deployed?
B.W.: We found it pretty fast. You're basically just following the GPS on your arm after you hop out of the truck. It was a young girl. Probably sixteen or seventeen. Hiding out in some shitty half-ass shack. Smelled like piss.
Dr. ████████: Did you feel compassion for the entity?
B.W.: Nah, but that's probably just because I'm a cold-hearted bastard. B█████ has a sister about that old. She had a bit of trouble getting ready. It's not like it's anything unusual for a skip. You have to be detached during missions. XXXX likes fucking with us. Whoever used to be there isn't there anymore…
(B.W. appears uncomfortable and is silent for a short time.)
B.W.: Anyway. We breached, sealed off the exits, trapped it inside. Cleared most of the rooms until we got to one in the back. The scrawny little bugger backed up into one of the corners with a rotten board of wood. B█████ grabbed the wood right out of its hands. A███ pulled the amnestics from his pack and got ready to do Lambda-Aleph.
Dr. ████████: How long did the procedure take?
B.W.: How long did it take? We never even got the chance to do it. It just wouldn't lay still in the damn restraints, grabbed a piece of glass from the floor. Stabbed A███ in the leg. He started shouting. The girl, thing - whatever - it slit its own throat right after. Got blood all over the place as it struggled.
Dr. ████████: Was this when you began receiving the second set of coordinates?
B.W.: Yeah. It was a few seconds of congratulating ourselves on a colossal fuck-up and trying to make sure A███ didn't bleed out, but then we got it. Another event. Right on top of us. And it was me. I honestly don't remember much. I got light-headed, and I heard B█████ ask if I was alright. I've dealt with psychic skips in the past, but it's still unsettling to feel yourself succumb without having anything real to fight. Right before everything went black - I did feel something else - like… frustration, anger, or disappointment.
Dr. ████████: Do you remember anything from the time during which SCP-XXXX had control of your body?
B.W.: I was down there in the blackness, I guess. Normally, when they turn you off, everything just disappears, there's no passage of time. You either wake up when the meds get to you, or you don't wake up. This time it was different. I started remembering things I thought I had forgotten. I started remembering memories that weren't mine. I heard its thoughts.
Dr. ████████: What did it say?
B.W.: I don't think it was speaking to me. They were its thoughts. It was angry, about what we were doing to it. About the whole operation, about its containment. It was angry at us for keeping it locked up, but I don't think that was the half of it. What really got to it was that we hadn't learned anything from it. We hadn't discovered anything from it.
Dr. ████████: Did anything it say strike you?
B.W.: "I do what they do. I seek to understand."
Dr. ████████: What happened then?
B.W.: I asked what it wanted to understand. I guess I was just confused. It didn't respond for a while. I'm not sure it was even aware I had asked for the first little while. I thought I might've been dead.
Dr. ████████: What was its response?
B.W.: "Everything."
Dr. ████████: Alright. What about the memories it made you recall?
B.W.: Have you ever tried really hard to remember something, and then actually manage to do it? I felt that for hours. Most of them weren't even mine! I saw my first birthday from my own eyes. But then I saw it again my mom's eyes, and my dad's eyes! They were the thing's memories, and they went back for years and years and years.
Dr. ████████: What else can you describe about it?
B.W.: Most of the older memories are in specific places. By older I mean thousands of years. They're isolated to grasslands, or deserts. Farming rice patty fields, building the pyramids, hunting buffalo and deer with a spear. Trying to stay alive. There was the feeling of being alone and isolated, like you were different than everyone around you.
Dr. ████████: Continue.
B.W.: The newer ones are just… everywhere. Maybe just a hundred years ago they start, but one year of those was equivalent to all of the earlier ones there ever were. They don't just cover a small part of the earth, they cover all of it. They're hazy in places, especially when they get close to the time right now, but otherwise it's like a complete history of everything anyone has ever done or experienced. It feels different too. It's not like loneliness and isolation like in the past. It's like readiness, preparedness. Eagerness.
Dr. ████████: For what?
B.W.: I'm pretty sure it's [DATA EXPUNGED]. I mean, it wants to understand everything. This is one of the first things that probably appeared to it, and it still hasn't figured it out.
Dr. ████████: Do you remember anything else until the time you woke up?
B.W.: Nothing much. I didn't hear it speak anymore until I woke up.
<End Log, [13:25]>
Closing Statement: Agent B███ W██████ has been placed on extended paid leave until at least such a time where further exposure to amnestic agents will not result in his death.
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