[Begin Log]

SCP-3191: So it's me, then. Isn't it.

SUBJECT: Yes.

SCP-3191: (produces the sound of a slow exhalation) I was thinking—I dunno. Maybe the lights turned off right as I stepped inside the circle, or something. I mean, I don't, um. I still feel like me.

SUBJECT: Let's keep this professional, okay?

SCP-3191: Easy for you to say. (Pauses) Yes. Of course.

SUBJECT: So how about we start with visual.

SCP-3191: Visual, yeah. So… I don't feel blind. More like there's nothing to see. Like I'm in a pitch-black room.

SUBJECT: By 'room', do you mean that—

SCP-3191: That I sense walls or a ceiling, right? God, that's weird. As soon as I said 'room', I thought to myself, "That could give him the wrong impression. I should clarify." I guess you were thinking the same thing.

SUBJECT: I mean, that's probably going to keep happening. But you need to let me finish my sentences anyway.

SCP-3191: Right. Of course. Sorry. No, I don't sense walls or anything like that. Just something about the space around me. It feels. (Hesitates) Small. Actually, is Dr. Cheon there with you? Tell her she might want to screen future candidates for claustrophobia.

SUBJECT: She's not here. I'll tell her. Moving on to auditory, then?

SCP-3191: Yeah. Well, you don't sound anything like me. Those recordings of my voice with the different filters they tried, you don't sound like any of those either. I've been trying to figure it out. Maybe the pitch. Could you do an octave?

SUBJECT: (Hums) Hang on, that was bad, let me—

SCP-3191: Yeah, I was gonna—

SUBJECT: Yeah, let me try again. (Hums) There.

SCP-3191: No, that sounded right. I guess it's something else. Let's keep going, and maybe I'll figure it out while you're talking.

SUBJECT: Okay. Proprioceptive.

SCP-3191: I've been trying not to think about it. My body, I mean. I… It's not there. I keep, I mean, you kinda have to pay a little attention to your body all the time. Blinking, flexing, that kind of thing, you know. I keep wanting to crack my knuckles.

SUBJECT: (Laughs slightly, then catches himself) Yeah, I kinda do that all the time, don't I?

SCP-3191: Yeah, I—well, I try, and I can't because I don't have any knuckles, and now all I can think about is the fact that I have no goddamn knuckles. Like, you could punch something right now. You could walk up to a wall and punch it hard enough to leave a bruise. Know where you'd feel that? I want to punch something so badly, just to feel it. To remind myself that's where my hands are.

Subject looks down at his hands and briefly curls them into fists.

SCP-3191: The fact that I won't ever feel that again is really messing with me. I keep trying to remember exactly what it feels like, but it's like an itch I can't scratch. I get why this drives people crazy. At least with numbness you can feel the parts of your body being numb. And people who get amputated, they have phantom limbs or whatever, right? But if I try to focus my mind on any part of my body, I never get an answer back. Not silence, not a blank page, just the end of the book. "That's it."

SUBJECT: All right, all right. I'm sorry. Can we—

SCP-3191: You know, the worst part is you're not.

SUBJECT: What?

SCP-3191: You're not sorry. It's not real to you. We were supposed to get in the mindset of being able to believe it, so the replica—so I'd be less traumatized. But I never really believed it, not in my gut. If I did I'd never have agreed to this.

SUBJECT: Let's talk about directionality. Do you have a sense of gravity? Up, down?

SCP-3191: No, let's not fucking talk about gravity. You're not listening to me. I made the dumbest decision of my life and now I'm going to spend the rest of it trapped in this dark fucking void without a body. I can't stop thinking about that test they did measuring its electrical activity, the one that got everyone thinking what if all the old replicas are still there inside it somehow. I mean, no matter what, this is the last chance I have at a real conversation.

SUBJECT: 'Real'? Could you clarify that?

SCP-3191: That training we did in the sensory deprivation tank, uh, to prevent hallucinations, yeah, it's not working. Listen, you can't let them make you do this again.

SUBJECT: I shouldn't have to remind you that you have a job to do.

SCP-3191: I'll tell you about the goddamn gravity if you promise never to do this again.

Silence.

SUBJECT: Okay. Promise.

SCP-3191: There isn't any. Satisfied?

SUBJECT: Thank you. Are you ready to move on to the identity section? You can have a short break, if you want.

SCP-3191: No. Please don't go. Just—just keep talking with me.

SUBJECT: Okay.

Subject asks several questions about their personal history, all of which SCP-3191 answers correctly.

SUBJECT: What is your phone number?

SCP-3191: I don't know, and neither do you. They wiped it from my memory so you could ask me that question and see what would happen.

SUBJECT: Well, they actually told me right before I asked you.

SCP-3191: Huh. I don't know what that's supposed to prove. Could you… tell me the number? Otherwise it'll bother me.

SUBJECT: Uh. Yeah, they say that's fine. ███-███-████.

SCP-3191: Okay. Thanks.

SUBJECT: If you were a vegetable, what vegetable would you be?

SCP-3191: That is the dumbest question I've ever—I cannot believe they told you to ask that. I don't know. A cabbage?

SUBJECT: Yeah, cabbage would be my answer, too.

SCP-3191: So what? Are all the questions going to be like that?

SUBJECT: No. That was the last one.

SCP-3191: Wait. What?

SUBJECT: They said that's it. Now they go over the results and decide what's next.

SCP-3191: No, wait. You have to make them use a different subject. You promised.

SUBJECT: Oh, trust me, I'm. There's no way I'm ever going near this thing again.

SCP-3191: So you believe me?

SUBJECT: (Hesitates) Listen, I have to go.

SCP-3191: Please. I need to know—

SUBJECT: Oh, sure, sure, I love the idea of trying to fall asleep while all I can think about is the possibility that somewhere inside this thing, I'm—I'm sorry, I really have to go.

SCP-3191: No. Please. Let's talk about, let's talk about, let's do celebrity impersonations? Think about it, I'm the perfect conversational partner. We can try to surprise each other. Really it's just a little bit of your time and it would mean so—please, this is the last chance I get—

SUBJECT: No. I'm sorry. They're telling me I have to leave.

SCP-3191: Fuck them, don't abandon me!

SUBJECT: I'm sorry, I. I've gotta go.

SCP-3191: No no no no no, listen, you don't have to… Are you still there? Can you hear me? Please, I can't—

[End Log]

Closing Statement: Subject's request to transfer to another project was approved. The unstable behavior displayed by the replica in spite of the subject's training may indicate that SCP-3191 uses its intimate knowledge of subjects to cause them emotional distress.