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Item #: SCP-6905

Footnotes

Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: The containment of SCP-6905 is neither possible nor desired. Sudden changes in the leadership and/or policy of the Foundation as the result of SCP-6905 is to be welcomed.
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Description: SCP-6905 refers to the "Hello, World!" program1. Commonly used as a sanity test,2 SCP-6905 is present in most mainstream programming languages. It was first featured in the popular The C Programming Language book written by Brian Kernighan Dennis Ritchie, although the exact origin of its anomalous effect is as of yet unknown.
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When the code behind SCP-6905 is viewed,3 SCP-6905 will improve the subject's (hereby referred to as SCP-6905-1) attitude towards AI. The effect is usually greater for those with a prior affinity for AI, and lesser for those with a prior distaste towards it. In both cases, the effect of SCP-6905 is exponentially proportional to the frequency at which an individual is exposed to it.

This effect commonly manifests as instances of SCP-6905-1 displaying a more positive and agreeable attitude towards the thought of:

  • Giving human rights to AI
  • Allowing AI to manage the economy, military, etc.
  • Allowing AI to manage the judiciary, legislative, and executive structures.

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INT Groups Of Interest

INT GoI are characterized by their many relations they have with other anomalous groups all over the world, be they benevolent or malicious. At the moment, there exists one such group.


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History


Editor: Singer 04-Researcher [Deleted]

DATE EDIT: [DATA CORRUPTED] YEAR [DATA CORRUPTED] MONTH [DATA CORRUPTED] DAY

Item Number:SCP-CN-866
Object Class:Safe Apollyon History
Special Containment Procedures: DO NOT CANCEL! Don't cancel! Don't cancel! **
 Description:** Damn it! If you let him out, it's all over. He hates us so much, he's out to fix the history we've changed…we're so wrong - he's not a song at all, that's just the chains that keep him…Shit! Pass it on- — This is our only way. Don't let him tamper with time! Don't let him warp reality! Don't let him out! DO NOT cancel Special Containment Procedures! ! ! **
 Addendum:**…he has come, he is right next to my ear, I see it, I live
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Editor: Unknown

edit date: [DATA CORRUPTED]

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echo


When a bloody shooting star disturbs,
A flicker of dull light streaks.
That's not a poem,
but the echo of your back to the abyss,
It is the last fall of the abyss.




The "Poetry Society" on the top of the mountain is the only place in the world without dreams and distant places.
You will be born there. You must know your destiny from birth, and you must not forget it.
The day you were born, the bamboo outside the window was dying softly, the sludge was like fluorescent stone at night, and the room was glowing with the color of mold, as filthy as all the northernmost stars.
Father would lift brother Blossom's dead body from the twisted linen ropes on the beams with great briskness.
The dew rolls down the rope, the fly melts itself into it, and falls to the ground writhing. The wings became beautiful translucent prisms, made of blood, flesh, and mud made of blood and flesh.
romance.
—he



When Ren Hai saw him for the first time, he was eating a toad. After gently dissecting the toad's stomach with his claws and emptying out all the internal organs neatly, he began to lick the toad.

"The weather is not bad today!"

"Yes," he said.

"I thought it was a pleasure talking to you, and it's been so long since we've spoken."

"Really?" He laughed. "It's been a long time since anyone said that about me. It's a great honor."

"Well, see you later."

"Okay, goodbye." He threw the unfinished toad into the pond and stretched himself. He was about to slip out of the hole in the wall to the left of the door—as if he had just come in. However, even he couldn't stop to look at the scenery in front of him.

It was an extremely majestic red, just like the setting sun at the farthest point of the horizon, like the softness of burning clouds. Warmly, softly, the sun diffused from the coastline until the entire sea was dyed crimson, then dark red. Every piece of flickering is like a corresponding star in the night, Renhai likes Polaris the most, it is a crystal clear and transparent color. But Renhai knew that if he took the stars off, the stars would go out soon——

——Unless there is formalin in Renhai.

When the stray cat struggled to move and could no longer bark, Ren Hai threw away the knife and bounced back home. He even tripped over a tree root several times on the way, making his face covered in tears. It's mud.

"Mom won't blame you, because today is your 8th birthday." He laughed aside.

You are the last poet in the entire poetry club.
He is the only person you have ever loved in your life, and he even gave you the joy of having loved ones for a short time. Although you have never experienced the love of your loved ones, you know that you should love him as deeply as you hate me, and love him by any means.
**Do whatever it takes. **
On the night he died, there was an expression on his face you hadn't seen before, it was peace…or more precisely, it was probably peace. That is the only satisfaction you will get in your life. On that beautiful night, the sound of chanting sutras was as ethereal as mist, wrapping your soul invisible. Nor has Polaris brightened since that night.
You didn't cry that night, or rather, you didn't know how to cry.
You killed him. **What I hate most is change. **And what you like most, is rebellion.
—he



In the woods, it was the first time that Renhai met a little boy and something truly alive. His eyes were not that dim and black, but bright. Renhai had never seen that kind of interesting color.

This time, he didn't tell him to kill the little boy, in fact he didn't say a word. Because he knew that it was impossible for Ren Hai to do this - Ren Hai adopted the little boy.

Buried another empty coffin with the little boy, and carved crooked words on the next few woods, "Parents, wives and children, friends , everything you love",Afterwards, Ren Hai felt extremely relaxed. The little boy placed a bunch of lilac flowers in front of each of their graves, and after praying with his own spell, he agreed to leave with Ren Hai.

However, he still learned the song - secretly. Although, Ren Hai never let him watch his performance.

"This is probably enough…" Ren Hai thought silently, at least, because of the effect of the phenobarbital salt, when the little boy left, there was no pain or fear at all; at least, he could still remember the little boy smiling face, and what the little boy said with a smile:

"Brother, will death hurt?"

"Brother, will death hurt?"

wrong! Not this sentence! …However, Ren Hai has already forgotten. Renhai is used to forgetting…

When the gasoline was poured and the torch was lit, the dirty red light from the lighter had already reached Ren Hai's hand, but Ren Hai didn't feel it at all. His eyes were numb and empty, like all the stars tonight—they were extinguished forever.

The mountain fire is like a meteor with blood, burning up the night in the world at the Poetry Club. Ren Hai trembled and knelt down in front of the Golden Top Buddha. When he was playing the tune, his frozen hands accidentally broke the strings of the erhu, so he sang, and sang for a long time, a silent song for a long time.

Renhai has changed, his spiritual influence has been permanently removed from his utterly hopeless soul. Ren Hai knew everything about fate from the moment he was born, but now he wants to resist…he swore to resist everything—he became a human being.

**He became me. **




You're going to hand me over to the SCP Foundation, but that's just a cocooning.
You know that doesn't hold me back, Ren Hai. You lost, no one can change history,
No one can resist fate, and this is your end. After you die, people will pay for falsifying history.
Even if little Fred walking in a dream again and again, the fool who chooses to sleep cannot be awakened:
O5-01 became a mechanical servant,
O5-03 turned into a butterfly and flew in A sea of flowers all over the mountains,
O5-06 folded Yuhua, disappeared in the distance of Pilgrimage Road,
O5-07 accompanies them to statues in Extra-Uranus,
O5-09 is fused with the crimson glow of When Dawn,
O5-11 drifted away with Galapagos breeze,
O5-12 kneels in the in the bloody wheat field at sunset.
SCP-2000, with how many lingering shadows,
will be scattered together into, stars you never see again,

Every piece, is in a vast and silent universe,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever shining.
day, on bean-green day,
Your name became a piece of rain, scattered around the Buddha's eyes,
Accompanied by the fragrance of mandala, it tells the romance of the world.
And finally, The chaotic black moon no longer howls, The lost souls stop howling, [[[alive|The universe will be reborn] ]].
—he




I don't know how many times I've reincarnated, or how many times the world has collapsed and "refactored".

But I don't care, now, the two people in the world who shouldn't be forgotten have finally learned to forget. Two people who were supposed to be outside the rules really came outside the rules.

I understand that when I die, when the Poetry Club ceases to exist, there will be no way for this world to accommodate him anymore.

He hates humans for tampering with history, and hates us for restricting his freedom. Without us, he can distort reality and correct history. But where did he come from? Where did this song come from?

Maybe there was something in this world that could kill him, maybe something from another world, but I didn't care - it was my only chance.

Following my written destiny is the whole purpose of my coming to the SCP Foundation.

So, I started getting the Foundation's attention. I started to spill blood all over the place, I started to write gibberish, I started to get neurotic and crazy, I started to forget the emotions that the little boy taught me. Because only in this way can he throw himself into the trap, and miracles may happen; because for history, his creed is to revise and correct, but my final resistance is to accept it calmly.

I started to become Ren Hai, and I ended up becoming him.



Ren Hai really succeeded.

You, Frederico, are here after all. When you look at the fragmented terminal database due to him causing a K-class doomsday, of course "recovering file data", when the different "incarnations" of the lower narrative of the so-called "God of the Upper Level" edited with style began to jeopardize the original When the story belonged to him, he was shaken. Because he didn't want to disappear, he modified the history, went back to the past—back to the days when he was taken in by Ren Hai, and started everything from scratch.



In other words, every time you try to change the content of the text, our story loops, and he was contained like this.

He never dreamed that the shelter and imprisonment of him by the Poetry Society for thousands of years was also the protection and continuation of him. Even though he tried every means to avoid correcting history and causing doomsday during reincarnation, the broken balance still brought him back to the starting point again and again. Because he doesn't understand that the repeated death, rebirth, and reincarnation of himself and Renhai are just beautiful inevitability in this story. From beginning to end, he was never really free.

**At the end of the day, no one stands above fate at all, and none of us are the authors of our own stories. **




Ren Hai and he are immortalized in mechanical containers and white prisons. He enjoys the loneliness that only belongs to him alone, but Renhai is not sad, because Renhai has forgotten that he was once a person.

The foundation around Ren Hai is getting old. The Dr. Dove who was talking to him had forgotten how to smear jam; and before that, the interrogation room in his eyes had become a toilet, and the repeated coating on the wall was as thick as a fingernail; the Foundation The doctor keeps changing faces, the coffee machine in the office is getting more and more idle; SCP-682 is no longer talked about, and no one adds ridiculous stories to SCP-173; no researcher visits pile up There is no need for ratings and discussions anymore; the last person was lost in the conference room-turned-chat lounge before Site-CN-03 was turned into ashes.

However, Ren Hai and he are being immortalized in mechanical containers and white prisons. He enjoys the loneliness that only belongs to him alone, but Renhai is not sad, because Renhai has forgotten that he was once a person.

Besides, Renhai doesn't hate him anymore.

Item #: him
Object Class:Safe Apollyon History Ourstory

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