SCP-9017
90% of all species had died, 2 billion people were born, all while 3 years passed, with no one knowing what or how. The only account of what happened is from a schizophrenic.
Warning: To ensure your safety, understand the sentences in the document as they are written, not as what they aim to convey.
By proceeding, you confirm that you have valid credentials, that you recognize the danger you will present yourself in, and that you have received relevant training regarding cogitohazards and antimemes.
You have been warned.
SYSTEM ERROR
Exception has occured: "Credentials_IdentifiThe_year_has_always_been_2018.exe" unable to be executed. Reason: FILE_NOT_FOUND
Exception has occured: "Cogitohazard_Warning_ImagThe_year_has_always_been_2018.webp" unable to be retreived. Reason: FILE_NOT_FOUND
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There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Standard Example of File Corruption Caused by SCP-9017
| Exposure of 10 days |
| Retrieved from Andre Davis |
| Exposure of 500 days |
| Exposure of 1000 days |
Item #: SCP-9017
The year has always been 2018
Object Class: Pending
The year has always been 2018
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the supposed unknown nature of the anomaly, no containment procedure is currently being implemented.
Note: The document must adhere to the following guidelines:
- Every declarative statement, especially ones concerning the anomaly, must be changed to one indicating epistemic uncertainty, regardless of actual confidence in validity. For readability, they should be italicized.
- Any image on the document should be distorted to the point where the intended object is unrecognizable.
- Any unnecessary forms of text formatting (underlining, bolding, italicizing) or alteration of the presentation of text (indentation, inconsistent font and text color) must be avoided.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Description: Initially, SCP-9017 might have referred to a K class event that probably began in early 2015. The effect of the Event is supposedly unknown. On a day that might have been August 12, 2018, the Event's effects apparently ended, with potentially unreliable reports of mass disorientation appearing globally. After two days of deliberation among the O5 Council and global unrest, amnestic agent ENUI-5 was probably administered globally to return the world to normalcy.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
This global amnesia may have caused great difficulty investigating the nature of the Event. From records of interviews and reports gathered prior to the administrations of the ENUI-5, it could not be concluded that:
- There were no people, animals, or things that were not affected.
- People have no memory of what happened in the duration of the Event.
- People lost memories of anything that could prove any amount of time had passed (prior hair length, prior nail length, prior height, etc.).
- People insist they know the population of Earth and the total number of species, prompted or not.
- People insist the year they are in is 2018, even though their knowledge of the world stopped at 2015, specifically a day from March to May 2015.
- People usually found themselves in unusual places and conditions (without clothes, pregnant, or both) when the Event ended. Even though they cannot explain why they are in such circumstances, they are complacent.
It was also not observed that There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
- All artificial structures suffered disrepairment to different extents. When asked, people claim that it is always the way it has been.
- No form of significant natural disaster occurred. Seismographs saw unusually stable and predictable patterns until the end of the Event.
- Clocks that can tell the date unanimously show August 12, 2018 (or August 13, depending on the time zone).
- Clocks of any kind were ticking at the same rate, everywhere in the world. As time went on, the clocks began to desynchronize. The significance of this is unknown.
- Though not observed until later, a great decrease in biodiversity. It is estimated that 90% of all known species had died. However, the total biomass saw an increase.
- The increase of the world's population from 7 billion to There have always been 9 billion people on Earth. Out of the new population, around 90% are newborns, around 6% can be explained by Zartion Hominid Replicators unintentionally activating. The rest is yet to be explained.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Despite the supposedly tremendous damage caused by the Event, which might have cost 10 years of reparation and another round of dispersal of the ENUI-5, the nature of the Event likely remains poorly understood.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Currently, SCP-9017 could be the designation of the cause of the Event, rather than the Event itself. The standing theory is that SCP-9017 is what might be a set of antimemetic phenomena of unknown extent.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
At present, its only unconfirmed effect is the corruption of any form of media that records or describes the Event. Other media stored on the same device might also be affected. The corruption manifests as atypical formatting and effects, and most prominently, the replacement of contents in the media, at random, with any of the following "phrases" that can be understood without language:
- The world has always been like this
- The year has always been 2018
- There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
- There have always been 250,000 species
- You have always been The year has always been 2018
When viewed, these messages could be baselessly believed by their viewers. It is suspected the numbers in the messages would change if the event were to occur again.
As a result, maybe nothing that once recorded what happened during the K class event can be used. Over 300 renditions of the SCP-9017 document were probably lost before ways were found to keep the document sufficiently coherent, such as to describe the anomaly in a tone of uncertainty. However, if the sentences were understood without the uncertain tone, the reader's mind would likely undergo the same corruption described above.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Though the “antimemetic effects” have been observed and tested, no satisfying theory that was proposed could explain how it could lead to the K class event, particularly how the Event ended.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Due to the frequent loss of documentation, the Event being in the distant past, and most people affected having lost their memory, the trend of evidence insufficiency is expected to continue. It isn't out of the possibility that the Event never happened.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
SCP_9017 remains to be understood.
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
There have always been 9 billion people on Earth
Addendum:
Update 1: Due to theories on the anomaly gaining effects from the description of it, the document may have been heavily revised. Further edits would have to be approved by a supermajority vote (>90%) of the O5 Council and be added below the existing document, without any changes to the original.
Update 2: As no more progress has been made for 10 years, focus has supposedly been shifted from active investigation to passive preparations should the Event reoccur.
Update 3: A collection of recordings captured during the Event were found. Notably, most of them are coherent. The recovered transcript and images are attached below.
Andre Davis, the author of these recordings, was a researcher at the Foundation with Level 3 clearance. Though the existence of these records are notable, as he was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, the validity of them is dubious.
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What the The world has always been like this
Maybe my brain is acting up again.
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
Maybe, perhaps, maybe, perhaps, maybe, perhaps.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Okay, I am not sure if it works this time or not, but this is the, uh, ninth time that I wanted to record something down.
I am Andre Davis, and I am on vacation, from, uh, work. I have this problem, um.
So, whatever I try to record, it all, like, garbles up? Not all of them though. I am trying many things, and deleted a lot of them.
I think someone is messing with me. I did take my psych meds. If it's not just me The world has always been like this
The world has always been like this
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
I bought, like, a new phone, two actually, same thing happens too. I am so going to reimburse myself when I get back.
So yeah, I think the problem is bigger than I thought. I am writing a report on this. I just hope my head didn't make all of this up.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Something might be seriously wrong. People around me have been acting weird, like they had a bad night of sleep. It was like that cashier forgot what money was, and that taxi driver was surprised that I wanted to go somewhere with his car.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe?
It has been a month since the last coherent recording. I didn't realize that so many of them have been corrupted, perhaps I have to say more "maybe" at the start. I hope I don't have to say these words again.
The Internet has shut down. Letters don't work too. There is no way for me to get to the site I worked at, and no way for me to know if anyone is reaching out to me. But the world is still running.
Receptionists smile and nod at the air, janitors sweep the floors and glance over the urinal that was broken for days, people in front of computers just… just type gibberish. Everyone ignores me, or rather, everyone ignores everyone.
I swear it isn't just me, but like, no one acknowledges how weird this all is.
When the news was running, I think it's like that everywhere in the world.
Uh, bye?
This is an important message. I am Andre Davis, I am a Level 3 researcher working at the SCP Foundation, in Site-87. The date is May twenty-first, 2015. If you find this set of recordings, try to bring it to someone affiliated with the SCP Foundation. I repeat, the SCP Foundation. If you don't know what that is, bring it to someone who works for the government, and let them ask their superiors if they still don't know.
I am confident that we are in the midst of a K class event. The cause is unknown. People of this world are undergoing a form of sapience decay. This manifests as irrational actions and reduced cognitive capabilities. I tried to ride a plane back to the states, to no avail. People just get on to a plane and stare at their front seat, never realizing that the plane never left the ground. After a few hours, they untie their seatbelts, stand up, and go home.
I am not crazy enough to hijack a plane and fly it back. I might have to drive all the way back from Brazil. Not that hard with those cars left on the street.
Side note, I am moving all of the "maybes" to the end from now on so people don't have to hear me saying it for 2 minutes.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
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I see a sign saying Darien National Park. Wish me luck.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
An update after maybe 6 months, I came out of the forests, and found the first house that still had batteries to charge. Things have only gotten more worrying.
There was one point where I had to drink water from a stale pond. I kept some of the water to see what disease I'd contract, and I saw nothing alive in the water. The microbes were still there, but nothing was moving.
I saw no animals in the forest either. The whole forest is silent. No crickets, no roars, only the wind and the leaves. I did come across a few bodies of small critters, they were still, um, breathing? I won't call them alive. I still had to abandon my cars and walk for months because of the mud.
Oh, and people here are crazy too. And there's barely any electricity. People do everything in the dark just fine, probably because they aren't doing much. They don't smile or cry anymore, or register anything. Somehow they are still alive.
I also ran out of my psych meds. They are pretty rare prescriptions, I doubt if I can find them, but I feel that I don't need them somehow. I haven't seen an illusion in months. Maybe that is also a sign of madness. To not be crazy is crazy.
I've been thinking, am I the only sane person in a crazy world? Or am I the only crazy person in a sane world? Maybe they are not so different?
And If I die, is the world now normal? What does normal even mean without a counterpart to compare it to?
Um.
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I'm really starting to miss having GPS. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Not maybe, I really do miss them, or like, eating not canned food, and having people to talk to. But like, you know.
Aw shoot, I have to say more "maybes" now.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
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Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
I am trying to save more power now that it is scarce, but I've got to tell you about this shit.
So, I've gotten back to Site-81 at Wisconsin, because it's the only one I have access to.
It's not much different down here than up there. I should have expected as much. I tried talking to my superiors, and, um.
They've classified me as an SCP. No joke. My item number is 9017. I'm quite honored, actually.
Duh duh duh duh… [sound of paper rustling] Object class is Euclid, Special Containment Procedure… Must be given food regularly… Constantly guarded… Description… Was once a researcher, now exhibits abnormal behavior… Interview logs… Huh. It's funny that they call me abnormal. Most of the page is gibberish, by the way.
Oh, and I was supposed to be in my containment room, but it wasn't even locked. The guy who was supposed to guard me didn't even show up, and I just snatched this paper from some researcher, who is now reading the air that she's holding.
Luckily the lights still work, cause they don't have windows here. I can't imagine what is going to happen to the anomalies —
Shit.
[The following was said with distinct sounds of intense footsteps]
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, may —
Scratch that last message, it's fine. Uh, correction, it's not fine. I am now even more perplexed. Whatever made everyone crazy, uh, made the anomalies, not crazy. They are all just normal things now. What the fuck?
I am in a room with something that was supposed to kill me, according to this paper. I am fine. Seeing that the world hasn't blown up, I assume it is the same everywhere else. I guess the whole foundation is meaningless now. There is nothing weird left in this world. Everything is normal.
Maybe, maybe, maybe;
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Uh, it has been a year now since the last recording. Two years, maybe, since the start of the whole thing. I'm driving around the states in search of others like me. Empty handed, of course.
I'm making a recording because I found out I don't have to add those "maybes" into my recordings. Maybe I never needed to do it since a long time ago. I'm not sure why.
I adopted a dog. Like everyone out there, he is catatonic. Still better than talking to myself.
I don't know what to do, I started to read a bunch of Foundation's secret documents I grabbed and began going through them to see if anything has to do with this. None of them were helpful. Though I do have a few theories on my own.
I think whatever happened 2 years ago has been turning the world back to normal. Everything that shouldn't have existed is being wiped away, like all of the anomalies.
And whatever is doing this has a different idea of what is normal than us. To them, maybe consciousness, and ultimately, life, are considered anomalies also.
Just listen.
[Around 15 seconds of hyperventilating, crying and screaming can be heard. The scream is repeatedly produced by multiple people, and consists of a single word, "Mom."]
What the fuck.
[Screams can occasionally be heard in the background.]
I haven't been able to fall asleep. Everywhere people began to cry and scream. They drop all that they are doing and call for their Mom. They all sound so, frightful. It's as if they all finally realized what is happening to them, and all they can do is to cry.
I can't hear the screams anymore. Most of their voices are dead. They are still trying to yell with their strained vocal cords.
No one screams anymore. No one moves also. The world is still.
After standing still for days, people began to move around again. They have completely reverted to animals, in, uhh, more ways than one. I feel sad for them. I don't see anything left in those eyes.
The dog I adopted had died. His body did not even decompose, most bacteria died a long time ago.
I think sapience is the first to go, if there is any, then it is life. If dogs die about now, humans are not far behind.
I find myself losing focus on what I am doing more and more often. I am afraid I am being affected too, just slower than the rest. I can't find a clock that show what day or what year it is. Even if I find one, I can't trust it. I don't even trust the sun anymore. It could be midnight now and they could have moved the sun to the top of the sky.
[around 43 seconds of silence]
I- I uphold all of reality. I am the only sane person out here. If I fall asleep, who, who knows how many days might have passed?! All the, all the trees could have fallen, and only I can hear them! A year can be a thousand days long, and this is still 2015! The world has not always been like this. It can't be like this, I, I have to be kept awake, or I, I'll become those animals, the, the, those uh-
[3 minutes of unintelligible sobbing and rambling can be heard. Afterwards, 4 hours of slight movement can be heard.]
I have killed this world. I made it all up. Oh God. Oh God! I just, I just, I couldn't, ugh— It must have been me! My dream is smothering the world! Damn it! God damn it! I am the fucking problem, I have killed the world, I am sorry, I, I want to wake up, I wanna go home, I wanna go home…
[Around half a minute of rustling, and 20 minutes of silence excised.]
Oh, uh, um, that's weird. Did I leave the recorder on? I guess I was recording something.
So, the dog I adopted had died, and he did not decompose— Did I say that already? Um.
People are moving around again, and I began to test to see what I can do. Remember that SCP file of mine? I checked it again, everything turned into "The world has always been like this." If I show these texts to the people outside, they seem to know those words, and they look calmed down, even though they don't seem to understand language anymore.
The memetic property of these texts are the only concrete clue I have, and I don't think it is the whole picture. They can’t be causing all of this alone, and judged by themselves, they seem almost benevolent. If the world is being smothered, then these messages are just sweet lies of the smotherer.
No, their plan won't be so easy to be foiled, a simple death isn't enough, it must be a, a, a, a train, and look, look at that, I-
[2 minutes of intense running skipped]
I am sorry, really, really, really sorry. There is no joy in the world, no joy at all, overridden by pain, and I will not fucking give in, I feel that, I, I feel watched, but I am not seen… I can, uh, no one can hear me…Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
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[The following words were delivered abnormally fast.]
Yes, I have the aliens by the balls. I have them at their fucking balls! I have to kill myself to fuck over the aliens! Yes, yes, yes! Big day, big fucking day, woo! They must be shaking with fear! It's my day of fucking revenge!
If something is getting rid of the anomalies, then it would need a template of what to get rid of. And when, when you use regular expressions, that rex egg, reg ex, uh, to replace something, what is the one thing that is kept the same? The search pattern. And that's me! If I kill myself, humanity will be saved! Get rid of the search pattern, and the replacement stops working!
You, you do, you don't know how excited I am. The world is saved! And I, I am the goddamn savior. Oh, just how good, how good it is, to be a king.
Andre Davis was found dead near a train track in The Dalles, Oregon, but not until his body had completely decomposed. Autopsy determined his death to have happened between July and September of 2018. His recordings (along with 9 other copies) were found scattered around the region.
Update 4: After reevaluation, the object class of the anomaly remains to be "Pending."
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