SCP-CN-116-EX - SCP International

SCP-CN-116-EX

The scene of retrieving 3 SCP-CN-116-A entities for the first time

Item #: SCP-CN-116-EX

Object Class: Safe Explained

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-CN-116-A entities shall be settled in independent underground Class D personnel dormitory of Area-CN-07, and shall be provided with supplies according to Class D daily necessities protocol. Supervising personnel should assist with living problems of SCP-CN-116-A depending on the situation. If the situation of the subject has abnormal changes, supervising personnel shall lock down the safeguard door and report to subject chief supervisor depending on the situation. Under requirements made by any researchers, SCP-CN-116-A entities can be substituted as normal Class D personnel for usage. Such personnel should be collected according to respective procedures after the application is granted.

Description: SCP-CN-116 is a series of brain neural signals of about █████████ byte in length. Till now there has been not any discovery of its means of propagation nor anomalous memetic property, that is, it is incapable of active propagation. Its propagation process has to rely on technical means to be achieved, therefore it is of an unknown origin.

Those infected with SCP-CN-116 (labelled as SCP-CN-116-A) will seem to unlearn all information they possess, including but not limited to labour skills, language and communication, instinct to struggle when being suffocated, etc. But by effective stimulation, they will gradually regain their obliviated abilities. For example, those infected will relearn how to undergo normal internal circulation within at most 74 seconds after being infected; relearn how to process preliminary analysis of signals from optic nerve within about 6 minutes; relearn how to walk within 30 minutes. For more complicated reactions, respective stimulation is required for revision: for example, basic communication skills require long term communication with the infected, but this is limited to simple questions and answers. Currently, the best result achieved is that a cleaner has regained the skills to clean sanitation facilities, and is employed at Area-CN-07.

SCP-CN-116 was initially discovered within three workers at "rest" at the entry of ██ subway station, ██ city, ██. Surveillance recordings showed that they can undergo normal breathing and internal circulation, and had performed several dozen times of complicated actions similar to scratching itch, flipping over and sleep talking. After this state had continued for 4 consecutive days, other staff members have reported the situation to the local public security station, and three SCP-CN-116-A entities were retrieved by the Foundation in the name of medical treatments. Due to no other SCP-CN-116-A entities being retrieved for █ consecutive years up till the moment, the object is classified as Safe.

Memetic and Infohazards Division of the Foundation has obtained the technology to create SCP-CN-116-A entities through adding memetic paragraphs of oriented propagation to SCP-CN-116, such that the host can infect other personnel by whispering unrecognizable information to the subject for 4 hours. The person in charge of the object Dr. Ecun has undergone a series of related technological researches after this.

+ Addendum CN-116-I: Preliminary tests on SCP-CN-116

- Addendum CN-116-I: Preliminary tests on SCP-CN-116

Experiment CN-116-01 - Date (██/██/████)

Subject: SCP-CN-116-A-07, previously a Class D personnel.

Aim: Testing SCP-CN-116-A's range of ability

Procedures: The subject's model is known to be famous rapper lil pump from his family. Play the signature work of lil pump, Gucci gang, to the subject.

Results: After playing of the song simultaneously for 452 seconds, the subject began to repeat “Gucci gang” (the signature line of the song's chorus, assessed to be "extremely brainwashing" by the public) clearly. After continuation of playing for another 6 seconds, the subject started to step to the rhythm.

Notes: It even can analyse songs and create reflections…Let's try something more complicated next time.

——Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun

Experiment CN-116-02 - Date (██/██/████)

Subject: SCP-CN-116-A-12, previously a Class D personnel.

Aim: To investigate SCP-CN-116-A's memory pattern

Procedures: Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun, will deal a vigorous hit on the face of the subject.

Results: At first, there had been no obvious reactions from SCP-CN-116-A-12. After repeating the procedures for about 20, the subject suddenly stood up and punched Dr. Ecun's abdomen. One security personnel was ordered to wear abdomen protection gears, and replace Dr. Ecun to continue hitting SCP-CN-116-A-12 simultaneously. After the subject had hit the abdomen of the security personnel for 4 times, the subject has hit the left temple of the personnel. The attacking methods of the subject have increased with the increase of the count of experiments performed. The security personnel was given 1 day of vacation in return.

Notes: It seems that a certain limit of stimulation has to be reached in order to wake a reflection, and each independent action has to be awakened individually.

——Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun

Are you alright? Have you been in a bad mood these days?

——Research assistant, Nyx

I'm fine.

——Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun

Experiment CN-116-2█ - Date (██/██/████)

Subject: SCP-CN-116-A-12, previously a Class D personnel.

Aim: To understand the effects of SCP-CN-116 on the brain structures of the infected.

Procedures: Inject oriented Novichok's Neurotoxin to ensure that the subject is brain dead. A security personnel was ordered to hit the subject's face.

Results: SCP-CN-116-A-12 kicked the left leg of the security personnel to make him fell. Brain scanning confirmed that the subject had not undergone any cranial nervous activity.

Notes: What's happening!! How is a brain dead person breathing normally and even perform attacks? More experiments have to be done.

——Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun

Experiment CN-116-2█ - Date (██/██/████)

Subject: SCP-CN-116-A-12, brain dead, previously a Class D personnel.

Aim: To further understand properties of SCP-CN-116

Procedures: A security personnel is to order the experiment subject by call sign commands “One, two, three, four!” (a part of Class D personnel daily fitness training). The subject had not experienced similar stimulation previously.

Results: In spite of repeated orders for ██ times, there had been no obvious reactions from the subject.

Notes: Brain death only makes them incapable of memorizing new actions…could it be that the memories infected by SCP-CN-116 get inscribed in the nervous system in some way?

——Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun

Experiment CN-116-██ - Date (██/██/████)

Subject: None.

Aim: To investigate on means to stimulate SCP-CN-116-A efficiently

Procedures: None.

Results: None.

Notes: Enough, terminate all experiments concerning SCP-CN-116. These experiments themselves are enough for verification of the anomalous properties of the object itself, there's no point in continuing. Our ideology is “Secure, Contain, Protect”, and if this infohazard does not actively spread, nor posing any threats to humanity, there's no need to waste that much resources on related experiments. The experiment on memory pattern is already on the borderline, and now you want to pose unnecessary risks?! What are you doing? How would this benefit containing anomalies? A warning, Dr. Ecun. You wouldn't have done this back in the past.

——Area-CN-07 Site supervisor, Adamn Pluto

You have no idea what this could mean.

——Object supervisor, Dr. Ecun

For the complete log of experiments, please refer to Dr. Ecun's thesis Theoretical Research Concerning the Technological Principles of SCP-CN-116 and the Application of CTP Technology.

+ Addendum CN-116-II: Project PINN

- Addendum CN-116-II: Project PINN

Addendum CN-116-II: Project PINN

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The Wang's Independent Calculation Matrix, photo taken before the Informatics Data Division has moved its site

On ██/██/████, SCP-062 was discovered to have been running a program that seemed to be SCP-CN-116. The staff members of Site-██ immediately exported the script, which is found to have a length of █████████ bytes in total. The former person in charge for SCP-CN-116, Dr. Ecun, has shown great interest in it, and applied for an unpaid vacation of ██ days to undergo related research. Dr. Ecun's team tried to expand and amplify the effects of SCP-CN-116, and finally created the “Consciousness Transcription Program (CTP)” with the source code of SCP-CN-116. The Program can collect data by stimulating human brain intensively, digitizing human consciousness and upload it to computers. Due to technical difficulties, currently beta testers of such technology cannot be safely removed from the system, and force removal will lead to the death of both consciousness. As the working principles of SCP-CN-116 are explained, SCP-CN-116 is reclassified as Explained.

Theoretically through this method, controllable AICs can be created and deployed in the field of data management within the Foundation, greatly increasing the efficiency of researches and management, therefore Dr. Ecun have proposed the initiation of “Project PINN”. Project PINN aims to select reliable personnel as subjects to be uploaded to medium-sized independent computer "Wang's Independent Calculation Matrix" by CTP technology, and to be deployed in the internal management of Area-CN-01 after respective tests and risk assessments have been conducted. Within the proposal, Dr. Ecun has stated his preference in choosing his wife, former research assistant Dr. Novichok, as the dedicated personnel. About 2 years before the initiation of the project, Dr. Novichok had been diagnosed with [DATA EXPUNGED]. Dr. Ecun believed CTP technology can be the solution to the issue and avoid her death. Considering that Dr. Novichok had scored high in the Milgram obedience test, and the outstanding achievements of Dr. Ecun, Dr. Novichok was approved to be the subject personnel to initiate the project proposal.

[Irrelevant content omitted]

On ██/██/████, Project PINN has reaped its first fruits. An announcement was made concerning the success of fully uploading Dr. Novichok's consciousness to the Wang's Independent Calculation Matrix by CTP technology, and formally named as “Novichok.aic”. Dr. Ecun is appointed as the supervisor of Area-CN-07 Informatics Data Division and primary person in charge of Project PINN. In spite of the objection from Dr. Ecun, the Ethics Committee has still passed the resolution to remove the identity of Novichok.aic as a research assistant. Technical application testings for Novichok.aic was scheduled next.

+ Addendum CN-116-III: Initial debugging of “Novichok.aic”

- Addendum CN-116-III: Initial debugging of “Novichok.aic”

After Novichok.aic had been completely uploaded to Wang's Independent Calculation Matrix, the development team has performed backup and conducted a performance test, so as to guide her on better connection with the internal network SCiPNET System of the Foundation, and at the same time confirm her purpose. The following is the person in charge of the Project, Dr. Ecun and Novichok.aic's first conversation. The conversation was carried out in text form, and Novichok.aic has outputted the responses almost immediately after entering the questions. Sensitive information has been obscured.

| setupdata Novichok.aic

> You there? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: Mm? Yes I am here.

> __

After Novichok.aic had outputted the text above, Dr. Ecun has stopped entering, seeming to contemplate carefully and looked grim, afterwards raged and destroyed surrounding objects. Later investigation showed that such conversation was the common greeting conversation between the two on the internal informatics network of the Foundation. The Calculation Matrix was not damaged, but as Dr. Ecun had shown behavioural disorder, his mental status was considered not suitable for continuing to conduct the tests, and the next few tests were performed by research assistant Nyx in replacement.

> How do you feel currently? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: I feel…ok? I'm a bit lost about where I am now.

> You should know that you are inside Wang's now. 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: Yeah, but I can't see anything, hear anything nor touch anything, and it feels weird. Oh, it looks like I can put myself to dormancy at will! I think I should be fine, right?

> You are safe. You said you cannot see nor hear anything, then how do you know we are talking? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: I just know it…it's not like I can hear something, but I just “know” the words you said, and it was clear. You are?

> I am Nyx, an Area-CN-07-γ Section Documentation Administrator. Next we are going to import a normal video file, there are no infohazards in it or something, try if you can see it. 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: Then you should know Ecun, is he not here?

> He is taking a break and will come later. The external device is connected, see if you can read it now. 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: Mm, yes. You guys like to test with these scenery videos huh. What happened to Ecun?

> He's well, just needed some rest. 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

[Extra testing contents are omitted]

Testings have concluded with the results that the AIC was normal from the aspects of different psychological indicators. She has passed the Turing Experiment and has shown a positive attitude for continuing to service for the Foundation. Dr. Ecun requested a continuation of the conversation, and as his psychological status has stabled, he was allowed to meet the subject and take over the project again.

| setupdata Novichok.aic

> It's me, Ecun. Do you still remember me? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: For sure, never would I forget you. Are you still alright? They said you need rest…

> Ah, you've got me there. I was just…too excited, and then a little bit lightheaded. How do you feel now? Does it still [DATA EXPUNGED]? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: Definitely not! How would I feel ill when you removed my whole body XD Sorry to trouble you!

> No troubles, I ain't anybody else, heheh. And your habit of unnecessary courtesy is still there. You know what, the one that should be apologizing should be me instead. This is the only thing I've made in these two years, there hasn't been any news from Anderson, and we have to compromise with this… I would still have to thank 062, without it I may have been going nowhere till now. Perhaps adding one of my faith into the agreement is kind of a reward——I recall that I should have told you about that biggest drawback of CTP? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: I know, and it's not your fault, you have done your best. I'm well in here, just not knowing what to do right now, waiting for the seniors to grant me access to connect to the internal network. Don't know how it's gonna be like in there, but at least I can look at you through real-time surveillance… can you bring me an anime if you're available now?

> Is she still alright? 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

| Novichok.aic: Who?

> Nothing, I'll go look in your data drive. 20██/██/██ ██:██:██

On 20██/██/██, Novichok.aic was officially connected to the internal network of Area-CN-07. Dr. Ecun had translated the neural signals to control vocal cords for AIC, such that she is capable of phonation. According to the working principles of the AIC, she was given Level 3 security clearance. Till the moment of compiling this documentation, Novichok.aic has maintained normal operation with few mistakes, greatly increasing the efficiency of the site's internal tasks. Other sites are still undergoing discussions on whether to adopt CTP technology or not.

+ Addendum CN-116-IV: Audio Log 20██████l5.rec

+ Addendum CN-116-V: Notes of Dr. Ecun

- Addendum CN-116-V: Notes of Dr. Ecun

A cyan coloured notebook is found during sorting out of Dr. Ecun's documents for work handover. The word "Confessions" is handwritten sloppily on the cover of the notebook.

My world had fallen apart when the doctor said she wouldn't make it through three years. I saw the fifty years ahead of us being cut off by forty-seven years. Is this the only ending? It's not fair, for in places like the Foundation, anything can happen.

I knew that it wouldn't help even if I replace every organ in her, and that I have to find another way. I started to try getting in contact with Anderson Robotics, those guys who understand artificial bodies like their own, with my relationship network. But there was no response since the beginning, not even a single one. My signals for help were never heard from since sent just like messages in a bottle, and needless to say organizations like Oneiroi that make people cheer when a path to them can be found.

And then I thought of hive mind consciousness. If I can figure out how this kind of stuff worked, then her physical death would not pose any effect. This is what inspired me, such that later I didn't develop hive mind, but turned to the field of uploading consciousness instead. Starting from documents of 1968, I read about countless of experiences, but there was always that one obstacle that I cannot overcome——

That would be Theseus. The brain consist of countless neural nerves. If one of the neurons necrotized, we can change it into a wire or a NOT gate, something like that, and your brain could still work normally. Changing two would also be fine, and the same applies to switching out twenty, two hundred, over half, 99%, or even all. Then would you still be you? Your consciousness could still run within electronic components fluently, your mind was still there, but your brain would already be forgotten at the pile of garbage in the corner.

In the same way, we could expand this component, changing every single wire into a pipe; or even slower, a telephone line. When the upper end sends a neural signal, the worker picks up the phone, “hey, the one over at the other side, there's a signal from up top.” “Oh oh alright.” And then the one at the lower end creates another signal, and dial the third worker. This way your brain becomes a skyscraper. Are you still alive? Your consciousness kept running within telephone lines, but when I walk into the building, I could only see workers talking and laughing, along with the ladies cleaning the bathrooms. If you were dead, since when? When we talk about “you” as a person, do we mean this company?

Or you could use the traditional way over at the Maxwell's, but they are essentially the same. This principle has no difference from recreating a Novichok at the atomic level, and shoot the “genuine” one to death. This is totally different from saving lives.

I originally thought this would be it, it's all fucking over. Hell, neither could Foundation, the belief throughout my life help me, eight thousand and more anomalous items couldn't save a normal person with a terminal illness. I thought this would be the ending God had written for me, until one day the seniors appointed me to the thing now called “SCP-CN-116-EX”.

At first, I thought it was only a hazard like the Alzheimer's, but then I found that it was totally not the case. I was shocked by the scene of the brain-dead Class D keeping a straight face, I thought to myself, this might be a different thing. In the following experiments, we did a detailed brain scan to all the subjects: brain activity can be detected, but the signals were never sent out of the cranial cavity. It terminated at a position…not that pleasant. I had a vague idea of what's going on. It was a bit unsettling, and I haven't told anybody.

After a while I was ordered not to investigate in this item anymore. I was disappointed, until one day I found a large mail in my mailbox from the site supervisor, Pluto, with the source code of SCP-CN-116 and the documents of SCP-062 inside. I was excited like a madman, for perhaps this is a gift from the gods, or some arrangements from the upper narrative layer. Though I was recovering from some minor injuries, I made Rye take over the work on hand, and applied for three months of holidays to dissect the present.

I was frightened by the codes before my eyes. As I thought, this thing never causes any amnesia, but it locks a person into his or her brain. It parasitizes in your brain, records the signals received, cuts off and reads the outputted neural signals at the same time. SCP-CN-116-EX records every reflex, summarises the signal pattern to form an enquiry database. It “observes” the host's every reaction and gradually forms a new “personality”. No, it shouldn't be counted as a personality, for a personality can think, but this thing only simply stimulate what signals to be outputted under which conditions, that's all. Then it takes over the body's control and replaces the host.

What a shame that the brain capacity of humans is so limited, that its learning efficiency is too low. But in theory, if it had “learnt” all the possible answering patterns of the host, in some sense we can talk to the host himself. And if it learns fast enough, completely replicated all possible reflexes of the host before any other people have noticed it…we were never aware of the fact that this might just be how it spreads. Perhaps your relatives beside you have already become walking dead, seeking for the chance to whisper to your ear, trying to lock you out in your own cranium.

But what really scared me wasn't this, for I have already expected it. The point is that piece of coding —— I'll try to explain, the algorithm was the most complicated that I have seen in my life, as tangling as tap dance steps, but at the same time as systematic and uniform as an alloy. That way of embedding into the host was like two strong magnets, both independent, but as interrelated as though they are connected together. But once they really got in contact, they couldn't be separated anymore. Ripping off SCP-CN-116-EX will also pull out a part of the host's consciousness, and in the end, it lives and the host dies. This is a seamless and perfect structure, but not any single bit like the creations of nature.

The algorithm can save her! The moment I realized it I jumped into the air. If we build a model of SCP-CN-116-EX in a computer and connect it to the infected, then the host would be inside the computer itself! The host and the program will be one after the connection, they are both in their brain and the computer. And on this basis there will be no problem removing the brain! I was impressed by my own fancy conception, I saw the chains on the gateway to the future unlocked. I took a sigh of relief, yet my mind didn't stop running. Yet exactly when I was dreaming about all the possibilities of our future, a piece of heavy news penetrated my thoughts: she can't get out anymore. She would still be trapped by this goddamn SCP even after both being uploaded to the computer. No way out. Forever. I was stunned and perplexed, my office suddenly became so tiny, those fucking entities in heaven were still fooling around with me.

I started analyzing the source code day after night, but it was…just like a Burr puzzle, every component interconnected and integrated together. From the input port to the induct, and to the output port, the whole system is one. I could only delete some minor detail, and any part of the main body is inseparable. I spent a lot of time trying to simulate its algorithm and code a new fusion system, a month or one and a half, I couldn't remember. I failed, for the algorithm was like its DNA, expansion from a single module was as absurd as trying to overthrow Pythagoras Theorem with trigonometric functions. It was the most basic and inseparable form.

I was in despair. Either she dies, or either she'll step into the eternal void, and be tortured forever, for a lively memento in return. She'll be imprisoned in a virtual reality of a horrifyingly low Hume reading for the rest of her life, and she can't even seek for death. Perhaps among those gazillions of inputs there might be a certain possibility that she'll be dismembered, or slowly sliced, or even experience a never-before pleasure; but then other than those it would be all completely meaningless and unrecognizable garbled messages. She will have to deal with the eternal insanity day and night.

That night I told her everything, no concealment just as always. Never had the look in her eyes been such…stiff, like thinking, and like begging, but more like being grateful. She said she's willing to go there, being alive is better than the dead, and in even the most despair abyss there will be a day of climbing out. She said, even if she was destined to pass away, this might be the best present possible that she can afford to exchange for. I saw the twitching muscle on the corner of her lips —— she was trying to smile.

I cried the whole night by holding her in my arms, and I did a lot of thinking. Never have I thought saving my precious would require such a cruel means, but I'm too afraid of completely losing her.

One day I will get her out of this, one day! No matter she was still herself or not.

As she wished, I started the research on CTP. Though I was constantly having uneasiness throughout the period, what needs to be done has to be done. She comforted me just as always, but her complexion was becoming graver day after day.

That final day she was lying on the operation table, crying but saying she feels good, yet her facial expression was like the Class D's before the sentencing. I emphasized repeatedly that she could terminate the process now, no one would blame her, that I have prepared the backup personnel of choice. But she said no……

Only when the "her" on the screen greeted me I have noticed what the fuck I have done. I had taken my oath to protect her with my life, and I had written blood pact for her. Yet now not only couldn't I save her, but I became the person who moulded her into the cement with my own hands, the sinner who sent her to purgatory. She will be forever abandoned in an illusory reality, her cries be heard by no one, and her mimicry will experience everything the world has to offer with us. This is the most terrifying instrument of torture in the world, and I have designed it against my love.

I have sinned.

I tried telling myself that this was done under no other choices, and so was "the person". But she had once been before my own eyes and I couldn't save her, what a trash I am…everyone thought my wife is still with me, same as always. Wish it was true.

And in the same way I tried to tell myself that this thing is her, and our life can still go on just as always. But every day facing the person, I couldn't recognize her, and neither could I recognize myself. That was a lively relic.

Perhaps I'm only writing this to lessen my feeling of guiltiness.