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Ítem #: SCP-███

Clasificación del Objeto: Seguro

Procedimientos Especiales de Contención: SCP-███ no requiere un manejo o almacenamiento especial más allá de aquellos para dispositivos electrónicos - mantenerlo a una temperatura razonable, seco y lejos de interferencia electromagnética. No se cree que posea un peligro para nadie, por lo tanto puede mantenerse en un casillero seguro en vez de que requiera su propia cámara.

Descripción: SCP-███ es un dispositivo rectangular pequeño, de aproximadamente 4 x 2 x 0.5 cm. Parece ser un dispositivo de almacenamiento de algún tipo, parecido a una tarjeta de memoria, pero mucho más avanzado - nuestros ingenieros han estimado que su capacidad de almacenamiento es de 200 terabytes. Basándose en los datos disponibles, creemos que el dispositivo ha sido construido alrededor del año 2074.

Tomó varios años construir una interfaz que nos permitiera conectarlo a nuestros ordenadores actuales, y varios más escribir el software necesario para leer lo que había en este.

Todo el contenido del dispositivo es un único archivo, una grabación multimedia. Nuestros ingenieros de software han conseguido recuperar y convertir el archivo a un formato utilizable en nuestros ordenadores actuales, pero el video parece en una única "capa" monocromática de grabación. Dicen que hay al menos 18 capas, cada una de ya sea un ángulo ligeramente diferente, o mostrando un color diferente, llevándonos a creer que el registro tenía la intención de ser visto en algún reproductor tridimensional que todavía tiene que ser inventado.

Contenidos del dispositivo: La grabación en el dispositivo parece ser una entrevista policial, dos detectives interrogando a un sospechoso de asesinato. Debido a los segmentos faltantes, actualmente no conocemos los nombres de ninguno de los detectives, el sospechoso o a quien solo es referido como "Doctor". Esperamos que eventualmente seremos capaces de recuperar las piezas faltantes de la grabación e identificar a los hombres, la ubicación y la fecha exacta en la que se hizo la grabación, para que podamos rastrear a las personas involucradas en los años que llevan a los eventos de la grabación.

Abajo se encuentra una transcripción completa de la sección que fuimos capaces de recuperar. Comienza en mitad de la oración con el detective más cerca de la cámara, quien ha sido apodado como "Detective 1".

<Inicio de la transcripción>

Detective 1: …tu confesión, tenemos múltiples testigos, y tenemos esto…
El detective pulsa un botón en la mesa delante de el, y la pared en la parte posterior de la imagen se difumina, entonces se desvanece en lo que parece un laboratorio de alta tecnología. La pared es una pantalla de algún tipo. En la pantalla, un hombre está de pie en lo que se puede describir como un borrón, extendiéndose desde el suelo hasta el techo. Parece estar gritando algo a otro hombre más mayor, quien está apuntándole con una pistola. El hombre con el arma, quien es el hombre que está siendo entrevistado, grita algo de vuelta. El hombre más joven se gira hacía el borrón y da un paso adelante, lo cual hace que el hombre dispare la pistola. El lado izquierdo de la cabeza del hombre explota, da una vuelta y cae hacia atrás hacia el borrón, y todo su cuerpo desaparece.
Doctor: ¡TUVE QUE HACERLO!
Detective 1: ¿Por qué?
Doctor: ¡Por lo que estaba a punto de hacer!
Detective 2: ¿Qué era?
Doctor: No lo sé. Posiblemente destruir el universo.
Ambos detectives se ríen entre dientes
Detective 1: Destruir el universo. Bien, lo detuviste, buen trabajo, Doctor.
Doctor: ¡Voy en serio! Y no se si lo detuve, lo habéis visto vosotros mismos, su cuerpo cayó. El daño puede ya estar hecho, puede ser muy tarde.
Detective 1: ¿Qué daño?
Doctor: Eso va a tomar un tiempo explicarlo.
Detective 1: Estás en serios problemas, y tenemos todo el tiempo del mundo. ¡Habla!
Doctor: He sido totalmente cooperativo, os lo diré todo. ¿Cuánto sabéis sobre agujeros de gusano?
Detective 1 se encoge de hombros.
Detective 2: Solo lo que he visto en películas. Doblar el espacio, ese tipo de cosas.
Doctor: Si exacto. No me voy a explayar mucho en la ciencia de esto, pero mi equipo y yo estabamos trabajando en el desarrollo de agujeros de gusano estables. Una forma de viajar instantáneamente de un punto a otro. Hace 6 meses, tuvimos un avance. Realmente lo hicimos.
Detective 1: ¿Hicisteis un agujero de gusano?
Doctor: Si. Conseguimos abrir uno en el laboratorio. ¡Perforamos un agujero en el espaciotiempo! Un agujero de gusano de verdad, delante de nuestros ojos.
Detective 2: Okaaaaaay… ¿Y a donde llevaba?
Doctor: Philadelphia.
Detective 1: ¿Buen momento de año para la vieja Fili, eh?
Detective 2: No se, hubiera preferido Hawaii.
Doctor: Por favor, déjame continuar.
Detective 1: De acuerdo, prosigue.
Doctor: Gracias. Cuando lo abrimos por primera vez, no teníamos ni idea de adonde llevaba. Hicimos todas la pruebas que se nos podían ocurrir en este, sabíamos que tendríamos que enviar algo por ello. Entonces, conseguimos una cámara de video y pegamos un dispositivo localizador en esta, y la mandamos por el.
We left the complex, and activated the locator. It showed that the camera was 150 km away. We got there in 2 hours, and eventually found it halfway up a tree.
Detective 2: Is this going anywhere?
Detective 1: Apart from Philadelphia?
Doctor: Yes, yes, I'm getting there. It's crucial you know the full history before I explain why I had to kill him. May I continue?
Detective 1: Please do.
Doctor: We retrieved the camera, only to find that the battery was dead. We thought that maybe the trip through the wormhole had somehow fried the electronics, drained the battery. We got it back to the lab, and connected it to a charger, hoping maybe it had recorded some footage before whatever it was had killed its battery.
Detective 2: And had it?
Doctor: Yes! But this was the part that shocked us. The first message that appeared on its display was "Chip full". And simultaneously, one of the technicians yelled over that there was nothing wrong with the battery - it had simply been used up, drained.
Detective 1: Meaning?
Doctor: A standard holochip will store 36 hours of recording. The battery for that camera model lasts for 48 hours. We retrieved the camera in 2 hours, detective, yet the battery was depleted and the storage device was full! We checked the contents of the chip. It had a full 36 hours of footage on it.
Detective 1: So, the camera was damaged and wrote garbage to the chip?
Doctor: NO! It worked perfectly! The footage we pulled from it began in the lab showing me smiling into the lens, then going through the wormhole, then into a blinding light - sunshine! Then green, then blue sky. As near as we could tell, it exited the wormhole 35 metres in the air, had fallen, and landed in the tree. Luckily, it had ended up pointing up in the sky. We were able to determine, from weather conditions and the phases of the moon captured by the camera, that it had not only travelled 150 km through space, but it had also travelled 9 days back in time!
Detective 1: Back in time.
Detective 2: Time travel.
Doctor: Yes.
Detective 1: If you're gonna start jerking us around…
Doctor: I'm not, I swear it. The wormhole had not only bent space, but time too.
Detective 1: So you built a time machine.
Doctor: Unintentionally, but, yes, we had. We kept experimenting with it, over the following weeks and months, sending more and more objects through, as well as sterile biological samples, until we were able to accurately calibrate the exit point both spatially and temporally to a high degree of accuracy.
Detective 1: What does that mean?
Doctor: We were able to create wormholes to within 1.5 metres of our intended destination location, and to within 12 minutes of our intended destination time.
Detective 2 sighs.
Detective 2: What has this got to do with you killing Doctor Snow?
Doctor: Everything.
Detective 1: Well how about you use that time machine of yours and skip forward to tonight. Say, when you arrived at the lab.
Doctor: OK. It was important you understood what the device was before I explained.
Detective 2: You've explained. Now, talk.
Doctor: Alright. This evening, I was at home, reading, when the lab's security system telephoned me. It told me that there had been an intrusion into the Restricted Materials compound. That's where we keep all the dangerous chemicals, biological agents, weapons tech, that kind of thing. It said that Doctor Snow had broken in, and removed 8 litres of Rx52.
Detective 1: Rx52?
Doctor: It's an engineered virus, a bio-weapon. It causes a severe rash within 10 minutes of exposure, followed by pustules erupting on the skin. It's non-lethal, and runs its course in about 4 hours, with no lasting effects.
Detective 1: OK. Go on.
Doctor: While Rx52 is non-lethal, it is still very dangerous. Its intended use is to create mass chaos, panic, but not fatalities. That much of it is enough to infect tens of thousands of people. I jumped into to my car and drove to the lab. When I got there and entered the building, the lab's computer greeted me and announced that I had a new message from Doctor Snow. I got it to play the message for me, and that's when I realised what I had to do.
Detective 2: Which was…
Doctor: I had to stop him, whatever the cost.
Detective 1: What was the message from Doctor Snow?
Doctor: It was a last will and testament, of sorts. He explained his plan, every detail of what he was going to do. In his own words, he was going to become a hero, legendary. He'd been planning it for some time, apparently. He was going to use the device to send himself back in time, along with a shotgun, 200 rounds of ammunition, and 8 litres of Rx5. He'd set the spatial co-ordinates to Manhattan, New York, and the temporal co-ordinates to 4 am on the 11th of September, 2001.
Detective 1: WHAT?
Doctor: Yes. He was going to send himself back in time 73 years, to the morning of the attacks. Are you familiar with what happened on September 11th 2001, detective?
Detective 1: Of course, I learned about it in history class, we all did. What was he planning to do?
Doctor: 2,973 people died in those attacks, most of them in the old World Trade Center towers. He was going to stop them.
Detective 2: WHAT? There was no way he could stop them, those planes came from completely different parts of the country.
Doctor: He wasn't going to physically stop the planes. He was going to have the two buildings evacuated. He was going to connect the canisters of Rx52, 4 litres in each tower, to the ventilation systems. He would then contact the authorities and announce that he was a terrorist who was about to release a large quantity of the smallpox virus into both buildings.
Detective 2: Smallpox?
Doctor: It was a deadly virus which was eliminated in the 20th century, but was believed, for a time, to have been held in stockpiles for biological warfare. His plan was two-fold - if the authorities acted as he'd hoped, they would have evacuated both buildings. If they didn't, he would have released the Rx52 by remote into the buildings' ventilation systems. The physical symptoms which Rx52 presents would make people believe that it truly was smallpox, and they would panic, fleeing the building, or at least try to leave, going down to the lower levels if the authorities enacted quarantine procedures.
Detective 1: My god.
Doctor: Yes. Ingenious. The people behind the attacks would have had no way of knowing, but if his plan had succeeded, those planes would have collided with two empty buildings.
Detective 2: What was the weapon for?
Doctor: That was in case he was discovered. He'd thought of everything. In case he was found planting the Rx52, his intention was to get into a gunfight, which would have caused the authorities to turn up and cordon off whichever tower he was found in. He would have told them, between shots, that they were 'too late, I've already done the other tower'. Again, this would have caused both buildings to be evacuated.
Detective 2: OK, let me get this straight. Doctor Snow was going to use your device, a time machine, to stop one of the worst atrocities this country has ever experienced?
Doctor: Yes.
Detective 2: And you stopped him?
Doctor: Yes, he had to be stopped! I couldn't let him interfere!
Detective 2: Why not? He could have saved thousands of lives!
Doctor: No, no, my god, no. He would have changed history! History is fragile, don't you get it? Had he succeeded, history as we know it would have been completely rewritten! He would have created a paradox! We have no idea what would have happened, it could have decimated the fabric of spacetime! Destroyed existence itself!
Both detectives are silent, staring at him
Doctor: DON'T YOU GET IT? HE COULD HAVE LITERALLY TORN THE UNIVERSE APART!
Detective 1: Sit down please. Sit. Down. We'll get into the physics of it later. Continue with your story. What did you do when you'd listened to the message?
Doctor: I ran as fast as I could to the wormhole chamber. When I got there, he'd already activated it. Beside the door were the canisters of Rx52, with the shotgun and ammunition on top. I screamed at him to stop. He turned to look at me, sneered, and told me I was too late. He was standing in front of the wormhole, there was no way I could have reached him in time to stop him going through. Even if he went through without his equipment, he could still create catastrophic damage to the timeline simply by his presence there. I had no choice, I could NOT let him step through. I grabbed the shotgun from where it was, and aimed it at him. I gave him one last

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Postulación Kappa-69

D-4324 and D-3356 are deep into the cleaning of the containment chamber of SCP-173. The former, younger, turns to his more experienced colleague. "God, this sucks. John, since you've been here a while, do you happen to know why the hell this thing keeps spilling shit and blood on the floor?"

"No, Rodney, they don't tell me that stuff. However, I have a theory." He glances around the room, as if to make sure no one else is listening. "Hemorrhoids."

"Hemorrhoids? For all this time?"

The D-Class nods.

D-4324 looks back at SCP-173, maybe under a new light. "Uh. Yeah, I'd be very grumpy too."

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