SCP-200-DE

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Article: SCP-200-DE – Higher Mathematics
Author: Arogas
Translator: Tanija

Corrected and approved by Aro!

Item #: SCP-200-DE

Object Classification: Safe Neutralized Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-200-DE is to be kept in a 0.75 m x 0.50 m x 0.60 m large safe, within a room measuring 2 m x 2.5 m x 3 m on Level 4 of Site-DE6. The remains of SCP-200-DE are to be stored in a cylindrical metal container in a room measuring 2 m x 2.5 m x 3 m on Level 4 of Site-DE6.

Two security guards have to protect the only entrance to this room around the clock and neutralize intruders if they manage to get that close at all. Only personnel with a security clearance level of 4 or higher are allowed to enter the room and any tests on SCP-200-DE must be permitted by the department manager and the site manager. All tests on SCP-200-DE have been discontinued due to a sufficient amount of information. Should there still be an urgent need for testing on SCP-200-DE, this must be reported to the site manager and it needs his permission to be carried out.

SCP-200-DE should be transported in such a way that as little personnel as possible - regardless of class - comes into contact with it. For transport purposes, SCP-200-DE is therefore to be loaded into a metal box with gripping tools and unloaded with these, if necessary.

After tests on SCP-200-DE are concluded, personnel who were influenced by its anomalous effect should be amnesized. In addition to that, possible ideas, plans or inventions that emerged during this time should be documented, stored and archived, furthermore, triggering SCP-022-DEs anomalous effect by submitting appropriate tasks to solve to those affected is to be strictly prevented. If these inventions could be of use, they may be used to the benefit of the Foundation, if permitted by the department head.

Addendum 200-1: After the contents of Protocol [CENSORED] were inspected by the Ethics Committee, they ordered to assess any invention created by SCP-200-DE right there, before deciding on the use of that very idea, due to the "rather threatening content" and the information from the discovery. At the request of the Ethics Committee, it was prohibited to create inventions using SCP-200-DE. Devices that have already been created are to be stored and examined further. Any disrespect of these prohibitions will lead to the a downgrading of the affected personnels safety permit and they are to be subjected to an isolation and amnestics therapy. A sample set of inventions created through the use of SCP-200-DE can be found in Addendum 200-2.

Description: SCP-200-DE is a bundle of eight sheets of paper tacked together using a stapler, the top one of which bears the inscription "Edwin P. Ford | The Book of Advanced Mathematics". SCP-200-DE weighs 43 grams and has a paper format of DIN A4, seven of the eight pages are fully covered in handwriting. The designation "SCP-200-DE" refers to the charred remains of the old SCP-200-DE. These consist of a bent and sooty staple and 20 grams of ash that were left over after the Incident 200-02.

If SCP-200-DE is picked up by a subject or if a subject is in close proximity to SCP-200-DE, the following effects occur:

The subject gains sudden knowledge of every programming language and, if required, can solve very difficult informatic problems or questions with ease. In addition, the subject has an overwhelming urge to solve current problems or puzzles through inventions and to do everything possible to do so - or to use his or her IT skills to simplify them. The subject, if equipped with the necessary tools or computers, will immediately start assembling these systems or programming these applications - even if there was no prior knowledge of handicrafts or engineering. Most of these ideas aim to simplify people's lives or replace old discoveries with new, more productive ones. The final effect is, that when faced with any type of mathematical problem, the subject involved will try to solve it. No matter how much mathematical knowledge or the like the subject had before, the given tasks weren't solved in only every eighth case.

All of these effects persist for months after removing SCP-200-DE from the subject and are difficult to erase with amnestics.

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SCP-200-DE was discovered on 20██/09/██ by the Foundation in an apartment building in █████, Austria, when the inhabitants alerted the criminal police about the smell of corpses and constant noise from the lower floor. At that time, the Foundation employee Dietmar ██████ was among the officials, who wrote the following protocol on the containment of the object:

When we violently entered the apartment after knocking on the door, it felt and smelled as if we had opened an old coffin. The floor of the hallway we were looking at was paved with empty drink cans and scraps of paper, and cockroaches scurried away under the dresser as we walked in.

On our left there was the bathroom which we first entered; trigger ready, of course. In the bathroom there were piles of human feces on the floor, and in front of the washing machine was a huge pile of laundry, mainly consisting of dirty lab coats. Insects and flies of all kinds flew and crawled around, so we hurriedly left the bathroom and gathered again in the hallway. So far everything indicated an apartment of someone with hoarding disorder, of which the owner had died at an unfortunate time.

On the opposite side of the bathroom door was a nursery, or what was left of it. At least we thought it was, since mountains of cardboard and similar packaging material protruded in our direction when opening it. When I looked out of the only window that could still be reached, I saw a mountain of debris in the adjoining courtyard that far exceeded the one that you could find in the room I was currently in. According to the other inhabitants, almost no one lived here anymore and therefore no complaint was made so far.

A little further ahead in the hallway was the door to the dining room on the left. We were faced with the sight of a demolished and dismembered table on the left wall and a collection of other furniture on the right wall. In the middle of the room, an iron chair, mounted on a kind of platform, was equipped with ropes and other restraint options. In the chair, a male person, estimated to be 23 years old, sat, gagged and with a kind of tube in his mouth, which supplid him with a light brown to green mass and was connected to a conventional device for artificial nutrition. One of the person's hands was bent so unnaturally that it now seemed to be holding a pile of paper sheets. In the back right corner of the room there was the same apparatus again, though it was empty, luckily.

After we decided to finish exploring the apartment first and then help the person after, we had two doors ahead of us. There was loud machine noise behind one, while the other stank of pungent chemicals. We decided to explore the room with the robot-like noises first.

When we opened the door, two figures, dressed in white lab coats, stared at us. A third was leaning against the wall, but we quickly realized that it would never look at anyone again. The two figures seemed irritated, but quickly grabbed standard tools and attacked me and my colleagues, one was made immobile with a targeted shot in the leg, while the other was brought to the ground by me. In the middle of the room, which was probably at some point a living room or something similar, was a large, futuristic-looking machine, workbenches were set up on the walls, and next to us was a large stack of boxes and cartrigdes, one of which was open and seemed to contain a mechanical component. A large banner with the following inscription was hanging on one wall:

Inventors Club █████ - Ensures the advancement of world progress since ████.

So we opened the last door after the men were taken into custody. The room contained several sleeping bags, feces on the floor, a person sleeping in one of the bags and a computer placed against the north wall. Pots and pails of chemicals were set up on the south wall, and three computers on the east wall. In the chair in front of the computer was a scorched body, from the mouth of which a cable led into a port on the PC. We arrested the sleeping person and removed the body, before we turned to the computer. The following documents were found on the desktop:

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File name	File type	Content
admission_new_members.txt	Text file	New members are admitted as follows: First, they are lured into this apartment by false promises, whereupon we numb the person. For a month they are put in one of the imprinters and are artificially fed until the germ of progress begins to blossom in them. If there is still huge resistance after one month, the imprinting time can be extended.
usage_of_script.pdf	PDF file	There is only one rule when using the script: anything is allowed as long as the script itself is not damaged. This includes short-term and long-term damage, too. If the script is used for imprinting, the same rules apply. The main task of the script is to enable new inventions.
small_economy.docx	Word file	The caretaking of all members is taken over by two, if they are too addicted, they are replaced by younger staff. A small portion of the money we collect from selling the inventions is to be used to buy food where possible. Online deliveries can also be used for this. The majority of the money is used to finance new components. We work in such a way that priority is given to inventing and not the subsequent sale. The sale only secures the procurement of food and new components or tools. Our only job is to keep inventing. I'll take care of corpses. Remember: If we die, we cannot invent!!!
task_list.xcl	Excel file	(This is a list in which various names have been assigned to activities such as cleaning up, etc.)
addicted.odp	presentation	Slide 1: (Large) Inhibiting addiction: What can I do? Slide 2: I have recently noticed that you all are inventing beautiful things as always, but that this house is turning into a mess. I would like to remind you that you should stick to my list, practically a good balance between inventing and other stuff. This project is not that old yet, so make an effort to keep it alive, we can't disappoint our customers. Slide 3: I may be able to try to work on the effect of the script, but there is still some issue to be solved, unfortunately not possible at the moment, so I ask you to be careful and get your work done on time! Slide 4: In the following I would like to answer the question that some of you have asked me recently, in particular, why I am not becoming addicted. The answer to this lies in the fact that I realized early on that I would be more likely to push ahead with world progress if I took care of marketing our machines. Slide 5: Thank you all for listening to me tonight.
website.pdf	PDF file	Clicking on the file opens the "DeepInvent.onion" website, where numerous products, including a machine that looked like the one found in the living room, were marketed, and where "creative and inventive" people became enlisted.
we_are_close.txt	Text file	The solution comes closer every day. Keep working, even without me, you will somehow make it. I am no longer important because I (only) consist of numbers. The end or the solution is near. I enjoyed working with you. I leave the script to you. Bye. And do something regarding the corpses.

Addendum 1: Based on the knowledge of the effect of SCP-200-DE obtained from the discovery and tests on SCP-200-DE, it seems as if a subject that has been exposed to it for too long becomes addicted; they weight the development of new inventions far higher than any other need.

Time exposed to the effect of SCP-200-DE	The shift in needs that occurs
0 to 24 hours	No changes occur, the subject carries out all important tasks conscientiously and pushes inventing behind more urgent problems.
1 to 12 days	The subject starts to weight the usage of SCP-200-DE higher than social contacts, but still continues with tasks like cleaning up the household before the usage of SCP-200-DE.
1 to 5 months	The subject only keeps up with vital requirements, renounces any social life and tries to spend as much time as possible using SCP-200-DE.
More than 5 months	The subject involved spends every moment with SCP-200-DE and no longer carries out any other activities, which inevitably leads to death from dehydration or otherwise.

Note: These effects also occur with the remains of SCP-200-DE, but the interval between the different stages is three times as long.

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The following table contains three examples of inventions that the test subject D-29722 created over the course of three months. It should be noted that D-29722 was moved to a different environment for each month after each creation was completed. First a research facility for textiles and materials, then a medical laboratory and finally, a workshop.

Appearance	Function
A white piece of 0.5 mx 0.5 m fabric, that at first glance does not differ from normal textiles.	When asked what the substance was good for, it was said that it should shield 65% of gamma radiation from the wearer. Tests have shown that in fact almost 60% of the radiation could not penetrate the substance. In further investigations, the cause of this effect was found to be due to the composition and arrangement of the different fibers.
Five 3 ml vials with a clear liquid in them. Each of the vials has a white sticker on it, which is not written on however.	It is a vaccine for [CENSORED], which was created during research in the laboratory and whose samples were still there. Security personnel were asked to inspect the testing chambers more thoroughly before usage next time.
Five bare AAA batteries. It is difficult to tell the difference to commercially available batteries and at first glance the effect is the same.	These are AAA batteries that have three times the runtime of their commonly known variations. Tests such as puncture, overcharging and overheating showed that the batteries were very safe.

Note: After seeing the batteries in the workshop and doing a few tests with them, after the last test, D-29722 was determined to have access to the medical laboratory. After it was denied the first time by the head of testing, D-29722 was finally allowed to use it for his research.

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CAUTION

The following documents are

Top secret!

To access this data, a Level 4 security clearance is required!
In the event of unauthorized access to these documents, this computer will be traced and disciplinary measures will be initiated!

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The following files were found in a code-secured folder called "Private" after the code was cracked by a high-performance computer after being secured in Site-DE6. (It should be noted that, unlike other passwords, it took the computer a long time (6 hours) to crack the code)

File name	File type	Content
note_important.txt	Text file	(There is only one sentence in the file:) You cannot lie to them forever
listAllMembers.xcl	Excel file	(This is a list in which the names of possibly all members can be found so far. There are also comments such as "productive", "intended for plastering" or "special case")
test.txt	Text file	It can't go on forever. It is only a matter of time before someone catches us doing this. I need a way out. Now.
rise.txt	Text file	I can no longer save them, but maybe I can still save myself and thus keep our goal. If I survive this, I have to write a new script somewhere, far away. And I'm looking for a way to create this escape option without my skills. My people will probably keep going without me for a little while longer.
what_am_i.docx	Word file	I'm still feverishly looking for a mathematical explanation of my skills. What am I? Why (luckily) can't I use the script myself? I would use it to get to the bottom of my skills. But I can't tell anyone else to use it to get to the bottom of my skills, otherwise my whole stories would naturally seem not trustworthy. Of course, everything I said is true.
NewTextDokument.txt	Text file	I leave. I hope we can find more followers, but I have to go. Maybe it'll hurt a little. And I can feel it: The end, the solution is near.
rise.bat	Batch file	There was no response when the file was executed. The file then deleted itself and could not be restored. The "we_are_close.txt" file was created on the desktop a second time, which can be found in the table above.

Countless pages were found in the computer's browser history on which technical and mechanical components were or are being sold, and tabs with various grocery suppliers were also open. It could be found out by tracing back the seller that the buyer who made the purchases under the alias "Klaus Weilruth" was called "Eddie Patrik Ford", who had been missing for 2 years. The charred body could be identified as his, the cable in his body could not be assigned to any purpose.

Addendum 1: On 20██/██/██, 154 days after the discovery of SCP-200-DE, a team of Foundation web crawlers happened to discover a page called "yourmeaningoflife.onion" (later designated as SCP-200-DE-1). On this page a certain Mr. Ford offered a file for download, with which one could "return him". It turned out that a few users visited the site regularly and were given instructions from Ford on what to do next to "return him", and he promised to show them what the meaning of life was. After consulting with the department head, the team was asked to watch this page and to sneak in there as cover users. Ford gave all users the same instructions, seen as follows:

Step and date	Command
Step 1 20██/05/██	Download the file that I provided for download, don't worry, trust me, but since you made it here anyway, you will probably be familiar with virus prevention.
Step 2 20██/██/██	Get yourself a three meter long cable with USB connection in the hardware store, cut it open on one side so that the wires stick out.
Step 3 20██/█3/██	Plug the cable into your USB port and make sure your battery is fully charged! Now start Incarnation.bat. While this program is running, hold the end of the cable against your back palate, a little above the tonsils. Worry not, it will work. The first one also gets the reward!

Shortly after the last instruction was uploaded, the team alerted the site manager, who ordered them to complete all instructions on D-21511. For this, he sent Dr. ███ and Dr. ██████ to monitor. It was said that this operation had upmost urgency. A log of the procedure can be found below.

Protocol 200-██.█3.20██

Performing personnel: Dr. ███, Dr. ██████, D-21511, research group "███████"

19:36 beginning of records

Dr. ███ orders researcher ████ to download the file Incarnation.bat onto the computer and start it, while Dr. ██████ fixates D-21511.

The file is downloaded after five minutes. Researcher ██ starts the application, while researcher ████ pushes the cable into the USB port of the computer. Dr. ███ opens D-21511's mouth.

Dr. ██████ holds the wires to D-21511's palate. The contact point flashes violently, but D-21511 shows no signs of pain. His eyes are and the pupils are wide open. This condition lasts for five seconds until D-21511 passes out. Subsequent research has shown that power consumption in these five seconds was immense compared to other events.

22:45 D-21511 regains consciousness. Dazed, he looks around, then sees Dr. ██████ and three armed guards.

Dr. ██████: Are you Mr. Ford?

D-21511: Y- Yes. Who are you? Are you "mierhybs232" (the alias of the web crawler on the site)? No, that's impossible, where am I?

Dr. ██████: We will answer this question later. Follow me.

D-21511, hereinafter referred to as Ford, was brought into a interrogation cell by Dr. ██████. SCP-200-DE was also delivered to the room, as was a laptop with a copy of all the files found when SCP-200-DE was recovered. Ford was brought a glass of water and three slices of bread, ██████ turns on a voice recorder.

██████: We will now conduct a first interrogation. Our team picked you up from the web; you are now in custody. We start with question one. Please tell us your full name, place of birth and age.

Ford: Edwin P. Ford. Zurich. 42.

██████: Your real name.

Ford: Sighs. Eddie. Eddie Patrik Ford.

██████: Very well. Second question: Do you know the inventor club "█████"?

Ford: Fuck, yes.

█████: Then you can certainly tell us something about the origin of this: Holds up SCP-200-DE with a gripping tool

Ford: Oh shit. A failure. A mistake. Nothing else.

█████: Do you know how many civilians were killed by your "mistake"?

Ford: Precisely six. I am glad that you saved the document.

█████: Right. Now tell us what all the stuff with "world progress" is about. Start from scratch.

Ford: Well then. My name is Eddie Patrik Ford. I am 42 years old and was born in Zurich. I've been officially missing for two years. It all started in the night from April 31st to May 1st. I was just laying down in bed and turned off the light, after a short moment I fell asleep. I was now in endless emptiness. Real emptiness, no vacuum or the like. I had no body or ability to see. It wasn't dark or cold, because that didn't exist at the time. Suddenly a symbol flares up in front of me. Completely white, but completely two-dimensional. Shortly after this sign followed by an "=". Then…

Silence

█████: Then?

Ford: From one moment to the next, everything around me was filled with numbers, everything was full with them. In front of me, behind me. Even I was made up of numbers. These numbers were now placed after the "=" in a line, plus arithmetic characters, brackets, fractions, smaller numbers, exponents, decimal numbers, everything. An apparently infinite snake formed. It hurt. It hurt like hell. In the complete void that I was in now, an incredibly long, seemingly endless line built. I could see everything. Millions, billions, just an indescribable number of characters opened up before my eyes. My head was about to explode. My eyes stung. The pain didn't stop. I did not know, what I should do. I couldn't look away. This series of numbers was the deepest ugliest and most beautiful, the most hideous thing, it was neither good nor bad, it was so unimaginably long, it was … everything. It was absolutely everything you could imagine. It was buzzing in my head. Everything I had ever known was suddenly gone. There were no words in my memory, just numbers. Pure numbers. The purest thing you could have ever imagined. And then this higher being started to loosen itself.

█████: What do you mean?

Ford: Well, everywhere something was calculated. Numbers disappeared, fractions were multiplied out. Every number in my head gave me a form of relief that couldn't be described in words. Fascinated and still aching to death, I looked at this monster. Although its length cannot be assigned to any unit known to humankind due to its indescribable size, I could still see its end. The relief increased and yet the pain remained, only a small part was resolved. Only a small portion was solved yet, but it was larger than anything I had ever seen. And then I suddenly noticed that the emptiness was now a bright light. Brighter than all the stars together. The heat burned my nonexistent skin from my bones and my eyes were blinded but at the same time I could still see. And then the light faded as the snake continued to dissolve. It was cooling down. I saw tiny particles being thrown into the void, then I saw that each particle could be assigned to a huge, gigantic sequence of numbers in the queue. These particles continued to shoot through the void. A little later I saw the particles combine and form larger clumps. Spiral-shaped, enormous structures drifted through the emptiness that was now more fulfilled. Bright balls were created. Small chunks shot through the room. I almost forgot the series of numbers that continued to unravel.

█████: What happened next?

Ford: Only minutes had passed for me, and yet it felt like it was an eternity. And then I felt a slight pull. I was drawn through the space, which was now pervaded by nebulae, stars, planets, asteroids and much more, to a tiny point in the distance. A minimal bruise in the cosmic void. It was the earth. Even though I was hundreds of kilometers above the atmosphere, I could still clearly see a small group of humanoid figures. One of them was just about to kindle the first fire created by man. When the flames flickered, a rumble roared through the stars and when I looked up, a huge part of the series of numbers had disappeared. Suddenly it felt like I was falling. I fell towards Europe, just right next to Germany. I looked up briefly again. The snake hadn't stopped coming loose, but it was a lot smaller than before. In the eternal vastness, she would continue to do so, but not forever. And then I looked down, where the roof of my house was moving towards me at a frantic pace. Then I woke up and the moment was closing in.

█████: What moment?

Ford: For a moment, I knew absolutely everything. I could explain every natural phenomenon. I was able to pinpoint the flowering arrangement of the 132nd generation of a daisy. I knew what the weather would be like in the next 500 years. I could speak any language. I was able to memorize my family tree both in the future and in the past. I knew how black holes work. Whether there were ghosts and how they behaved. I just knew - everything. And I knew everything in numbers.

█████: To me, this sounds like you have consumed a little too much alcohol and other dubious substances. Do you have any evidence of this event? Can you predict my death? Do you know when Mount Etna will erupt next time?

Ford: Let's put it this way: I knew it once.

█████: Frowning. Well then, so you don't know.

Ford: Um, maybe I was phrasing this slightly wrong. The only thing I know about it is that I know it. Or maybe not. You see, the numbers that used to explain all of these things… They don't belong here. There is no way to share any knowledge I have gained through known words and equations. None at all.

█████: How can you be that sure about this? We can make you talk.

Ford: You don't think I tried to write that knowledge down? To tell friends? It is not even possible for me to base my actions on this knowledge. It is there and not there at the same time.

█████: Thank you, that's enough for now. We'll take care of this… information later. Now for the more important part. To the tangible. He places SCP-200-DE on the table. What is it and how does it relate to you and this inventors' club?

Ford: As sorry as I am, I have to pick up on my previous story here. Well. You see, after coping with what I went through, I fell back into my bed and slept for a very, very long time. I woke up after about three days. My head was still aching, but for the first time I had the feeling that I had been assigned a real task. You see, I wasn't really well before that event. I had a lot of money, friends and a steady job, but I felt very useless. That was a bout to change now. I had a goal in mind. I had to make sure that the equation I saw in my "dream" was solved. Or at least contribute my part to it.

█████: If I may interrupt you for a second, do you mean by "world progress" how much of this "thing" has already been solved?

Ford: Indeed. Well then, I had a goal. I knew I would never do this alone, so I needed support. So I founded the inventors' club. I enlisted people from around me and soon the community could proudly call four members their own. Well, unfortunately there was a problem.

█████: That they all died slowly?

Ford: I'm not in that part of my story yet. So, there was a problem. Even though I recruited "creative and inventive people", they were as productive as stones. They mostly hung around in the living room that was converted into a club room and-. Oh yes, I should have mentioned that after I set my goal, I went underground, got myself a fake ID, changed my name and stayed in another house I bought. As I was saying-

█████: Have you never worried about your family?

Ford: There were more important things to think about. Very well, now. My guys were as productive as stones. This is where these documents come into play. Gestures towards SCP-200-DE. I had noticed beforehand that in my experience I knew almost all programming languages. Of course I could do small fragments before, but now I could do all of them. I knew this was not of natural origin. So I started writing a couple of programs. I noticed early on that these differ somewhat from… the others. I was able to use it to create things that shouldn't exist yet. That's how I created this program that you used to pick me out of the internet.

█████: You said "not yet"?

Ford: Exactly. I found that I couldn't create anything illogical, abnormal.

█████: Well, sending yourself through the internet seems pretty abnormal to me.

Ford: To you, maybe. Let's put it this way: I can "anticipate" progress.

█████: You mean one day one can send himself through the internet?

Ford: Now you got it. Just a little more elegantly than with a cable.

█████: It's still abnormal. It's just abnormal to put a cable in your mouth and bam, someone else is there.

Ford: Well, I am a little bit surprised myself. I might not have told you the whole truth until now. Probably not just you. So… Pauses.

█████: Yes?

Ford: In this one moment of mine, as I said, I was able to explain everything. I was able to explain absolutely everything except my own ability to do this. I just don't know how that could have worked. But I think it's easy to ignore that.

█████: I thought you discovered your "ability" later? After your moment?

Ford: Well, the knowledge remains. I mean, goes. Oh, you know. As I said, the knowledge also went into the future. I also kept telling my guys that you could explain everything with numbers, but at some point I started to feel guilty. Not because of the deaths, but because I lied to them a little.

█████: Is that the reason the file "note_important.txt" exists?

Ford: Wait, you are accessing my files? My, that isn't okay!

█████: I asked you something.

Ford: Yes, alright, I admit it.

█████: I see. But there is no "half-right" in mathematics. Correct. Not correct. Period.

Ford: Now wait a second there! Yes, I don't know either. Visibly annoyed. But I see myself as the "computing aid of the universe". And in the end I will lose my ability, too. But as I said, I cannot know that. And if I could explain it, I couldn't tell you; I can't direct my actions as stated before. It is very complex and I will never be able to explain it to you. All in all, you can say that I knew everything that was logical, normal and explainable. Without mistakes. And my ability to create anomalous objects has nothing to do with it.

█████: Got it. And could you gain anything about the solution of the "snake" in your "moment"?

Ford: No. Nothing at all. Finding this out is the goal of every computing aid.

█████: Very well. Next question: You could send yourself through the Internet. Why didn't you just copy yourself to ensure the continued existence of your "project"?

Ford: Oh my goodness! No I should reproduce what I cannot explain myself?

█████: Okay, continue.

Ford: Where were we? Oh yes. Well, that's how these documents came into life. I created them to improve working performance. Again, on anomalous ways. But as I said, computing aids can be used for arithmetics. Unfortunately, I made a mistake while creating and did not correctly assess the strength, but I noticed this too late. But mistakes are part of learning and of progress itself. And yes, I couldn't tear the employees (now eight in numbers) away from this damn paper. I watched them die, but there was nothing else I could do. And so I fled through the internet. Respectively, into the internet. Again anomalous.

█████: You wanted to retry this all?

Ford: Indeed. It's the most important thing to do.

█████: That important that you risk human life for it?

Ford: Yes.

█████: One last question. What if all of this is not true? Your story is very, very incomplete. Your knowledge that you cannot use is illogical. In general, the only evidence that your narrative is true, is your ability.

Ford: Pauses. When the solution, the end, is finally there, you will all understand.

█████: That sounds like a threat. What happens in this "end"?

Ford: I do not know yet. But it is close. I can feel it.

█████: Thank you for your cooperation. We will now take further measures regarding your stay here.

Ford: Can I ask you something else?

█████: Yes.

Ford: Why do you just accept a man who arose from the internet like that?

█████: We deal with something like this on a daily basis.

Ford: What do you mean by that? Every day? There are more?

█████: Hundreds, thousands of objects. (Note: Dr. █████ was subsequently warned not to disclose any information about the Foundation. Dr. █████ was punished with a temporary degradation regarding the safety permit.)

Ford: Tilts his head downwards. Looks at the table and folds his hands in his lap. Thousands?

█████: Even more than that.

Ford: Mumbles. Perhaps the world is also making miscalculations. Perhaps.

█████: Well then, we have what we need. He gives instructions to security personnel through his headset to remove Ford.

20:39 End of records

Note regarding Protocol 200-██.█3.20██: After his last sentence, Ford did not respond to any further instructions from the staff. His eyes were blank, his limbs stiff. At the same time, SCP-200-DE caught fire in its containment cell and it burned to ashes. At 20:49, Ford was carried into his designated containment cell by security guards. According to further research, he was to be given an SCP-classification, but remained in the same position in his cell for three days. He does not respond to any stimuli, nor does he eat or drink. At present, Ford is kept alive by artificial nutrition, but so far, due to its complete mental absence, no anomalous effect has been found, which is why an SCP-classification has been renounced. If anomalous abilities are nevertheless demonstrated at any point in the future, it is to be reported to the site director, whereupon he decides further measures for Ford's classification. The website, including the program that made Ford's reincarnation possible, has been classified as SCP-200-DE-1 and is to be used as such in the future.

Addendum 200-██.█3.20██: After three weeks have passed, researcher ████, who has recently performed some tests on SCP-200-DE, began to show mild behaviors that were similar to the effect of SCP-200-DE. This was evident in the fact that ████ suddenly began to use a non-released, self-written program to "more effectively manage" the SCP-database, according to him. Despite initial concerns about whether the Foundation's information would come to light, it turned out to be very difficult to create data leaks in this or through this program. A copy of the program is currently kept in the same way as the other inventions. It should be noted that ████ wrote the application in a programming language that was completely new to him. According to his own statements, "he wanted to try something new for quite some time now".

Addendum 2 200-██.█3.20██: After further tests, anomalous effects were found on SCP-200-DE's remains. Researcher ████ was treated twice with a class-A amnesic, but it was only possible to remove the effect from SCP-200-DE by isolating them for one month. Ford is currently kept alive in a modified containment cell for humanoid creatures, and traces of Ford's work, such as SCP-200-DE-1, have been destroyed after a copy was made and archived. No inventions resulting from the usage of SCP-200-DE had any anomalous properties, but were nevertheless stored for further investigation.