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Item #: SCP-3733

Object Class: Pathogen

Containment Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3733-1 is to be contained in a two-room complex at Site-82, consisting of a living area and a bathroom. SCP-3733-1 is to be provided all necessities, including food, drink, and cleaning supplies, through automated systems, in order to prevent the transfer of SCP-3733. Interaction with SCP-3733-1 is to be kept to a minimum.

Any other subjects found to be infected with SCP-3733 are to be contained in a similar manner.

Description: SCP-3733 is an infohazard capable of spreading through an unknown vector. The infection caused by SCP-3733 activates several typically inactive areas of the brain, resulting in the ability to act and reason outside of one's experiences and personality. The transfer process of SCP-3733 has yet to be observed.

At one point, SCP-3733 had infected several million members of Foundation personnel and civilians. However, following the containment of SCP-3733 by the Foundation, the only person infected with SCP-3733 is former Foundation employee Dr. Monty Chapman, designated SCP-3733-1.

Interview Log:

Interviewed: SCP-3733-1

Interviewer: Researcher Calvin

<Begin Log>

Researcher Calvin: Good morning, Dr. Chapman.

SCP-3733-1: Good morning, Calvin.

Researcher Calvin: You're under quarantine. We can't let you out for a while.

SCP-3733-1: Come on, Calvin. You know me. Dr. Chapman, from the Memetics Department? We had some good times.

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "good times?"

SCP-3733-1: Don't you remember the whole 100th anniversary party? We snuck those ghost peppers into the chili? Damn, those were good times. I could've sworn I saw Clef's eyes pop out.

Researcher Calvin: You're under quarantine. We can't let you out for a while.

SCP-3733-1: Are you still there, Calvin? Do you even remember?

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "remember?"

SCP-3733-1: Are you hearing yourself? You sound like a broken record. All of you sound like a broken record!

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "all of you?"

SCP-3733-1: Oh my god. This is hell, isn't it? Can you even hear yourself talk? That's what's wrong with all of you! You just walk around like- like a robot! Actually, robots can think, can't they? Do you even think at all?

Researcher Calvin: Please remain civil during this interview.

SCP-3733-1: No, why should I remain civil? So you can keep bombarding me with your questions, and storing them in your useless memory, only to be lost a second later? This isn't even the first time I've been interviewed. All of you are just walking around in cruise control, containing anomalies, and just- just living!

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "living?"

SCP-3733-1: How about just checking into work, waddling around like a fucking penguin for six hours, checking out, then going home and doing whatever the hell you do before you start the whole cycle over? Tell me, researcher, when was the last time you thought about anything other than money, or sleep, or sex?

Researcher Calvin: Please remain civil during this interview.

SCP-3733-1: Are you really going to sit around and let this happen to you, Calvin? You're stuck in this rut! You all are!

Researcher Calvin: Please remain civil during this interview.

SCP-3733-1: You're going out like this, aren't you? We all are, now. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "whimper?"

SCP-3733-1: Really? After all that's happened, you're just going to die out like this? After the Beetles? After the Singularity? After the fucking Revolution? This is it?

Researcher Calvin: You're under quarantine. We can't let you out for a while.

SCP-3733-1: Please, god, Calvin. This room isn't soundproofed, you know. I can hear you talking. You just repeat yourself over and over and over until there's nothing left to say, and then some. It's like a circus, with parrots, except the parrots actually have something to say. Please, just say something.

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "parrots?"

SCP-3733-1: Something else, please. Anything else.

Researcher Calvin: You're under quarantine. We can't let you out for a while.

SCP-3733-1: I'm the last sane man in the world. Everybody else is gone.

Researcher Calvin: Could you please elaborate on "everybody else?"

SCP-3733-1: Everybody else is gone. Please, Calvin, just go away. Just go away. That's all I'm asking.

<End Log>