Interviewed: SCP-4125-E-57

Interviewer: Dr. Nicholas

Foreword: This interview was conducted to ascertain the possible sapience of SCP-4125-E-57. It was conducted through an intercom outfitted with a SCRA23 automated auditory cognitohazard filter to filter out auditory memetic cognitohazards from the vocalizations of SCP-4125-E-57.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Nicholas: Greetings, SCP-4125-E-57. If you can hear me and are capable of responding, please state your name for the record.

SCP-4125-E-57: Another person? I am [unintelligible] have been saved. My name is Randall Ramirez. Do you [unintelligible] recognize me?

Dr. Nicholas: I do not.

SCP-4125-E-57: I'm an actor. Or I at least used to be, I think. I played the main character in A Piece of Star-Filled Sky, I was in Eyes Yet To Open, I was in [REDACTED BY SCRA23] have forgotten so much. What happened? Do you remember Jarbah, with Tamarah Scheele playing that plant woman?

Dr. Nicholas I'm sorry to say, but I do not.

SCP-4125-E-57: What has happened to me? She looked so damn beautiful in that makeup. What have they [unintelligible]

Dr. Nicholas Are you aware of the Foundation and its activities?

SCP-4125-E-57: I have forgotten so much, but I remember it. I don't know how, but I remember the Foundation. I remember the grey concrete walls, the white labcoats, the same kind that [unintelligible] remember the men in black suits who came to my house one night and shoved me into the black car outside. They put me in a room kinda like this one, no sink or dirty dishes but it was like this one, still air and silent walls. I had won some big award that night, I think, gave a speech about that one book I had read, or was it a film I saw? The one [REDACTED BY SCRA23] gave me. There was a man behind the glass just like you, I can't remember his face, did he even have a face, asking me about the book, about the award, about my career and about [unintelligible] recognized the symbol on the jumpsuit I was washing, the three arrow one without any stars on it, same symbol as on the syringe full of black sludge they jabbed in my arm when they were done with me. Said something about, what was that word, Cetus. Project Cetus . Like that whale monster from that one movie, I can't remember the name. That's it, that's all I can remember.

Dr. Nicholas I'll look into it. Are you aware that you are an anomalous non-human entity?

SCP-4125-E-57: I am human. I remain human. I can't feel my body. I can't feel my soul, but I remain human. I have to. They told me I would remain human, even when [REDACTED BY SCRA23] more human than those left in the false world, under the false stars, false souls trapped in false bodies like swirling smoke in a sphere of glass waiting to be shattered. I am beyond them. Even after [unintelligible] was cast down, I remain more human than them. Torn from the beautiful eternities of [unintelligible] and shackled to this [unintelligible] so cold and [unintelligible]. What have I done to [unintelligible] washing gross dishes to sate the cruel whims of the [unintelligible] was it a reward? I remember them telling me [unintelligible] but why would they then [unintelligible]

Dr. Nicholas: Do you know what caused you to become an anomalous entity?

SCP-4125-E-57: I was cast down. That must have been it. This is a punishment, at least I think it's a punishment for [unintelligible] can't even remember what it was [unintelligible] can't be a reward, because what kind of reward would [unintelligible] must have committed some form of transgression. I have to. They wouldn't have done this to me otherwise. If I only [unintelligible]

Dr. Nicholas: A transgression? Against who?

SCP-4125-E-57: The Archons. Cruel and rapacious spirits from the [unintelligible] used to love them, I really did. They were the ones who gave me the opportunity to [unintelligible] must have loved them at one point. Now, I know how cruel they truly can be, after they sent me here, to this [unintelligible] far from the Fifth World. So little light reaches down here. The stars are so different, I know they don't intend to but they lie, they lie to [unintelligible] moved like sick puppets, like records, like actors acting out some D-list production that none of them gave a [unintelligible] but I loved them.

Dr. Nicholas: What is the Fifth World?

SCP-4125-E-57: Imagine endless hallways, like in a big hotel, the patterns on the floor and the pattern on the walls swirling like smoke as you flow past them, feeling it all move through yourself as you've never moved before. Imagine the night sky, so full of stars, but the stars are all [REDACTED BY SCRA23] no longer lie to you. And imagine it all beating, shifting, swirling, twisting, quaking, like a soundless song coming from the rooms above but it's all coming from inside your soul. Imagine living your entire life with a smooth black stone shackled to yourself without ever seeing it only for that stone to turn to smoke before your eyes as you realize that you can finally step through the gate that was intended for you and live as you have always wanted to without ever knowing you wanted to. That black stone is the barren desolation that is this fallen reality and the place beyond that gate is the Fifth World. At least, that's what the Archons told me as they caressed me, letting it all flow deep into my soul as I sunk through the manifolds of this failed existence and into the Fifth World, or at least they told me it was the Fifth World. I [unintelligible] must have been the transgression. I doubted them, and I doubted the Fifth World.

Dr. Nicholas: Can you tell me more about how you entered this place?

SCP-4125-E-57: I'm sorry, it's [unintelligible] have lost so much. My head feels like smoke right now, my body feels like smoke, my [unintelligible] feels like smoke, my soul feels like smoke. I can't really remember, as I said, I have lost so much. Either that or it was [unintelligible]. I'm sorry. Only thing I remember is the whispering embrace of the Archons, I truly felt it, something deep inside that [REDACTED BY SCRA23] was in motion but it was no kind of motion that I had ever felt before, dissonant shivering yet rhythmic thumping and rapturous [unintelligible] at the same time and that motion felt like the key to a lock deep within me. Was I on drugs? [unintelligible] been on, I can't remember what. The entire thing felt like I was burning, starting from within and ascending outwards through myself until I reached that place. I can't remember where I first knew I had reached it, might have been when I noticed that the floors weren't rocking anymore like they were on the ship, rather [unintelligible]. It was on a big ship, wasn't it? It probably was, or at least I can remember the sea and the night sky and all the stars. Or was that in the Fifth World? I've lost so much, I'm sorry.

Dr. Nicholas: Were you alone during this procedure or were others present, anomalous or otherwise?

SCP-4125-E-57: There were others, many others. I can't remember their faces, they swirl around in my head and twist together. Tamarah wasn't there, that much I'm certain of. Big film guys, most of them, you essentially had to be a big film guy to get in there. Producers, directors, musicians, and actors like me, of course. There was that one man from the Church, Stanford something or what was his name, looking real fine in his blue uniform with the star insignia. He was there, now I remember, he was the one who [unintelligible] were probably around four or five of them. It was so hard to make it out, I can't really remember, might have been thousands of them spinning around in that big room, might have been just one as far as I saw. But there were probably around four or five of them.

Dr. Nicholas: Can you remember if any of these people were present in the location you arrived at?

SCP-4125-E-57: I'm not sure, I think I saw Kramer in a hallway once, looking out over the ocean. That's what his name was, the man in the naval uniform. Stan Kramer, real nice guy. I don't know where the others went, though, or even if they ever got up there. There were many others there, people that I did't recognize. None from the film business. Many of them seemed to have been there a lot longer than me. Some didn't even speak English, I think, though things like that weren't usually an issue up there. Didn't talk much, most of the ones who had been there longer than me.

Dr. Nicholas: Are you aware of the fact that while we have observed many individuals in a similar… state as yours, you are the first to respond to questions?

SCP-4125-E-57: Yeah, I figured as much. I think I saw others, briefly, can't remember where. Others enduring similar things as me, many who seemed to have gone through this thing more times than I had. We were all put into this big room, like an auditorium or conference hall, me and a large bunch of different people. At least most of them looked like they had once been people. It was really cramped. Most of them were just mumbling incoherent things, cursing or praising the Archons like broken records or sobbing. Not that it listened. It stood so proud, there at the seashore, just radiating arrogance. I can't remember a word of what it said, yet the message was clear. We had [REDACTED BY SCRA23] were to be punished for it. That thing, it had so many colors, too, inside it, so many colors that I hadn't seen before I first ever entered that place. I haven't seen the colors since, not like I saw them up there. They were so much more vivid, up there. I'm forgetting them, I've forgotten so much.

Dr. Nicholas: Thank you, I believe that is all. Is there anything else you remember or want to say, or shall I conclude the interview?

SCP-4125-E-57: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you, they told me not to [REDACTED BY SCRA23] but I saw the [unintelligible] so I had to [unintelligible] told me I wasn't allowed to speak to people down here, but [unintelligible] had forgotten so much. Perhaps this is deliberate on their part, the things I've forgotten, to [unintelligible] put me here knowing that I'd speak, so that they could [unintelligible] if I knew what it is that they're punishing me for, if I knew what they're punishing you [unintelligible] I'm sorry. [unintelligible]

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Closing Statement: After the conclusion of this interview, SCP-4125-E-57 has become unresponsive and all further attempts to communicate with it have failed. SCP-4125-E-57 continues to occasionally emit noises similar to audio static.