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**Item #:** SCP-9262

**Object Class:** Safe

**Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-9262 is currently housed within the computers and infohazardous equipment (COIE) wing of Site-19, inside a standard Type II Electronics Containment Unit outfitted with a Faraday cage on all exterior surfaces. No electrical service is to be available inside the unit aside from one NEMA 6-50 standard 50A 240 volt 3-prong outlet for the purpose of powering the object. The door is to be kept securely locked with clear cognito- and temporal-hazard signage consistent with Foundation Standard 2024-1899/63 available on the exterior of the room. Entry into the object's containment unit is granted by COIE area authority for research or maintenance purposes, with a detailed research proposal or work order to be submitted to site command prior to entry. No direct interaction with SCP-9262 is permitted without an approved research scope.

Personnel interacting with SCP-9262 are, with limited exceptions, to be of D-class. C-class personnel may interact with the object for research purposes following approval from the subject's direct supervisor and the SCP-9262 containment team lead. C-class subjects must have a clear schedule, be in good psychiatric health, and submit to cognitive screening and reconditioning following their interaction with the object. While exceptions may be granted on a case-by-case basis, Class C subjects must generally be unmarried and with no ongoing romantic relationships, not have any children or immediate family, and must reside onsite. D-class subjects must be amnesticized following their interaction with the object, and terminated if necessary.

**Description:** SCP-9262 refers to a computer system, textual input device, storage media, and files on the storage media, referred to with the designations 9262-A through 9262-D for the remainder of this file. Further descriptions of the system's components are as follows:

||~ Designation||~ Description||
|| SCP-9262-A || A group of central processing units arranged across 10 blue cabinets. Each cabinet houses 20 vertical rack mounts, each containing 160 CPU cores. Each rack mount similarly contains other components necessary for the operation of a computer, including random-access memory, low-level caches, input/output ports, power supplies, and cooling fans. Notably, each rack additionally contains a number of components with unknown purpose, each of which generate a considerable amount of heat when in operation. ||
|| SCP-9262-B || A 104-key mechanical keyboard in the standard QWERTY layout, with a number of additional keys above the function (F) keys. These keys are labelled ANALYZE, GEN REP, KILL, REM VIEW, and END. A further description of the ascertained function of these keys is provided below. Above the mechanical keyboard is a simple CRT screen, on which text appears when entered into the keyboard. To the right is a dot-matrix printer, with accompanying infrastructure for paper and ink. ||
|| SCP-9262-C || A single cabinet containing the storage media for SCP-9262. Consisting of 1,256 hard disk drive platters, the storage media has a total estimated capacity of ███ zettabytes, far exceeding anything possible in its footprint with modern technology. The exact composition and construction methods used in the assembly of the storage media is currently unknown, and further analysis is currently prohibited by Directive 4/9262-56 to avoid damage to the device. Any manual method of data entry, save for a log file of all user interactions with the object, is apparently impossible. Reading from the storage media using any device other than the other components of the object, and in any manner other than direct viewing of the contents through the ANALYZE, GEN REP, or REM VIEW commands, is similarly impossible. ||
|| SCP-9262-D || The files stored on SCP-9262-C. While attempts to completely inspect all files stored on the device has as yet met failure, the primary function of SCP-9262 indicates the files consist of complete biographies and profiles of every individual who is known to exist or have existed throughout human history. Entries are created automatically and through semi-anomalous means - specifically, SCP-9262 appears to crawl government census data, historical records, genetic memory, and [REDACTED] to update its own archives, despite not being connected to the internet. Testing has concluded that individuals not recorded as part of the larger world society, specifically members of uncontacted tribes, do not appear in the object's archives. ||

A further description of the functions of the additional keys on SCP-9262-B is available below:

||~ Key ||~ Function ||
|| ANALYZE || Generates an analysis of a selected individual and loads it into the object's memory. Depending on the length of the individual's life, this process can take anywhere from 20 seconds to 15 minutes. ||
|| GEN REP || Prints a written description of the individual's life experiences on the object's built-in dot-matrix printer. The report is crude and extremely verbose, describing the individual's life down to the most minute detail, with extended passages explaining the individual's thought process for each action taken, current mood, and large summaries of other parts of the individual's life as a sort of recap for each thought. Use of this key is currently prohibited by Directive 4/9262-43 due to the quantity of paper and ink consumed by each report. To date, the Foundation has generated reports on 12 individuals, consuming ██████████ sheets of paper and ████ gallons of black ink. ||
|| KILL || Kills the selected individual. This key has been demonstrated to be functional. Usage prohibited by Directive 4/9262-46. Method of death varies among non-anomalous means. ||
|| REM VIEW || Enables remote viewing of the target's life experience. Remote viewing is comprehensive in scope and appears to occur entirely within the subject's own brain, though complete accuracy has been demonstrated by the system. ||
|| END || Nonfunctional. Recovered documents indicate this key was meant to end the remote viewing experience, but due to the brevity of the experience from the perspective of observers, pressing the key has no effect. ||

SCP-9262 was originally developed in 1981 by the United States Army and Defense Intelligence Agency as a component of Project Stargate and housed at Fort Meade, Maryland. The object was discovered and seized by Foundation operatives in 1986 after repeated incidents of United States government interference in Foundation operations. The nature of discovery of these operations indicated a prescient knowledge of Foundation activities, and the object was traced with the assistance of █████████ █████ █████████. The stated mission of Project Stargate was to leverage psychic phenomena for defense and intelligence operations on behalf of the United States government and intelligence community, including anomalous activities such as telepathy, telekinesis, and remote viewing. SCP-9262 was apparently developed to further all three objectives.

Through its stored files, SCP-9262 is capable of retrieving the complete life experiences of any recorded individual, living or dead, and replaying these life experiences to the viewer. In effect, the object permits remote viewing by an individual (the subject) of the complete life experience of the individual selected in the system (the target). While documentation indicates planned functionality to select 'snippets' of the target's life for viewing by the subject, such functionality was not implemented for unknown reasons. As such, the subject experiences the entire life of a target, from conception to natural death, at a dilated rate where one second of the target's life corresponds to 24 hours of subjective experience. An 80-year target lifespan is, therefore, experienced by the subject over an approximate perceived time of about 7 million years. Sensory processing capability is similarly affected by the target's age and brain development, with the 9-month gestational period of the target (around 65,000 years from the subject's perspective) experienced as blackness with occasional light. Despite the length of time experienced from the subject's perspective, the actual process takes between 5 and 7 milliseconds, correlated to an extreme increase in brain activity within the subject. As would be expected, subjects often return to their own baseline reality extremely confused and require extensive psychiatric reconditioning before resuming their ordinary lives.

Various documentation is available regarding SCP-9262:

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= **DEFENSE INTELLIGENCE AGENCY**

= PROJECT STARGATE - EPX-17 REMOTE VIEWING APPARATUS INCIDENT LOG
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**DATE:** 5/16/1985

**NOTE:** Recovered by Foundation operatives on 7/13/1986 along with the object. The document details various incidents regarding the object during its time in United States Government custody.
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**INCIDENT EPX-17/01131981**: First successful test of the EPX-17. Second Lieutenant Mark Bennett chose target Fidel Castro under direction from his superiors. Upon pressing REM VIEW, Bennett experienced what appeared to observers as a minor lapse in focus. Regaining awareness, Second Lieutenant Bennett appeared extremely confused and could speak only in rudimentary Spanish for the next several hours. His cognitive abilities returned to a small extent in the following months, and he regained limited use of the English language, but was unable to accurately recall his experiences. Second Lieutenant Bennett died at the Fort Meade on-base hospital on 3/22/1982.

**INCIDENT EPX-17/07221982**: Private First Class Carlos Moon is injected with 2.5 grams of Methamphetamine in solution and instructed to press REM VIEW on target Luther Moon, his biological brother. Upon regaining awareness, Moon is significantly more coherent and able to recall his experience with greater detail than the subjects of previous experiments. Moon reports the perfect accuracy of remotely-viewed experiences, confirming the system's proper function. Moon reports that his experience lasted 'a long-ass time' and expresses discontent with both having seen every moment of his brother's life through his eyes, as well as the particularly gruesome nature of his brother's death, which had not yet happened at the time of the experiment as Luther Moon was still alive. On 8/13/1984, Luther Moon died in the exact manner described by Carlos. Carlos Moon died by suicide on 9/1/1984, expressing regret at having failed to prevent his brother's death.

**INCIDENT EPX-17/09221983**: Corporal Bryan Jackson is injected with 2.5 grams of Methamphetamine in solution and instructed to press REM VIEW on target ████ ███████. [DATA EXPUNGED], was escalated to General Robert Kingston of United States Central Command. [DATA EXPUNGED] casualties. **FOUNDATION NOTE:** ████ ███████ was, at the time, containment specialist for SCP-████, this target's choice by the United States government is a matter of ongoing investigation, as ████ ███████ has no known ties to United States defense or intelligence interests.

**INCIDENT EPX-17/01171984**: Private First Class Cassandra Glade is injected with 2.5 grams of Methamphetamine and instructed by her superior, Master Sergeant Ernest Miller, to select Georgy Korniyenko, Deputy First Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Soviet Union, and press REM VIEW. Having acted as an observer on previous experiments, Glade refuses and is threatened with discipline for her insubordination. In an ensuing physical altercation, Glade grasps Miller's right hand and presses REM VIEW using his finger. Miller enters a brief catatonic state, during which time Glade uses Miller's finger to repeatedly press REM VIEW. Glade is apprehended by guards assisting with the experiment. Miller regains awareness approximately 16 minutes later, speaks incoherently in Russian for several minutes, and promptly expires. Cause of death attributed to catastrophic brain hemorrhaging.

**INCIDENT EPX-17/02271984**: Private Curtis Johnson, who acted as a guard during previous experiments, gains unauthorized access to the EPX-17. He injects himself with 3.8 grams of Methamphetamine (attributed to inexperience mixing the solution), selects his wife Nancy Johnson as a target, and presses REM VIEW. Regaining awareness and cognitive function remarkably quickly, he leaves Fort Meade, drives to his home, and kills his wife with his army-issued M16A1. Apprehended by military police shortly after and brought before court martial, he stated his objective was to obtain proof of his wife's infidelity and that it was, quote, "so much worse than [he] thought". Johnson remains incarcerated at FCI Leavenworth.

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= **WRITTEN ACCOUNT 9262/09092005**
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**DATE:** 09/09/2005

**NOTE:** The following document consists of a first hand account of Containment Specialist June Curiel, selected for testing of SCP-9262 due to her remarkably high scores on the Dunlop-Hammersmark Cognitive and Psychological Resilience Test.

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I was reassigned one day from my role on the containment team of SCP-████ to 9262. A few weeks prior they put me through the Dunlop-Hammersmark, which is never a good sign, and usually says you're about to be reassigned to something that will fuck up your psyche. Most guys try to bomb the test so they don't get put through whatever the //hell// higher command has planned for them, but that's not the way I work. I answered honestly and wound up receiving one of the highest scores ever achieved on the test, which is a good or bad sign, depending on how you look at it.

They brought me to a pretty basic room with a big blue computer-type thing in it. Very antiquated looking, the whole thing smelled a bit like mold and stale cigarettes. I was handed a few sheets of paper with a partially redacted copy of the object's file, you can't imagine my relief when I saw "SAFE" in the object class. They don't tell you much when you get reassigned, and nobody likes seeing "KETER". In retrospect, though, this whole experience has made me a lot more wary. Safe, evidently, doesn't mean harmless or enjoyable, and maybe being stuffed in a box with a monster who has shotguns for arms would be preferable in more ways than one. Sorry. I'm getting off track.

I read through the description and testing logs. It's certainly not the craziest object I've ever come across, in that people who go through it //survive//, typically, if a little messed up. The DIA wasn't putting their guys through the Dunlop-Hammersmark so there's no way of knowing how psychologically resilient they were, and everyone else on the containment team assured me I'd be fine. The experiment was interesting, in retrospect, since they let me pick my own target. I think it would've been cool to pick someone close to me to experience my own life in the third person, but I don't have anyone. I am an only child, as far as I know. I grew up in foster care and lucked into a Foundation job as soon as I aged out of the system, mopping floors. One thing led to another and my whole life was based around this place. I talk to people in the mess hall and I have a few people you'd consider acquaintances, but nobody of really any personal value to pick.

They made it pretty clear that I couldn't pick Foundation higher-ups, popular people like the president, or anyone whose life I'd consider remotely interesting. I ended up picking Joan Selvidge, one of the staff at my foster home, who was the only person I really remember having a positive impact on my life. Another reason I picked her was that she died when I was 12, at age 28. At least if the experience was long, I didn't pick someone who lived a really long time. They offered me the meth to speed up my cognitive recovery, but I declined. A stupid choice in retrospect, I was full of myself over my high score on the Dunlop-Hammersmark and I figured my unadulterated experience would be of great benefit to research on the object.

I searched her name up on the computer and pressed REM VIEW. It's weird that I can remember the preceding events so well, given what happened to me after. I don't even remember my finger touching the key, and all of a sudden everything was black. The literary medium doesn't really lend itself to how //fucking long// it was. I now know the blackness was my...or rather, Joan's gestational period inside her mother's womb. I didn't really have much to think about. Something about the device replaces your own cognitive ability with that of your target, so I had the same brain power as a slowly-developing embryo. It felt like hundreds of years in there before the first stimuli came along - light shining through her mother's skin and weakly illuminating the surroundings. The light was there for a few years, and then it was gone for decades. Then back for a few more years.

The sheer boredom of the womb meant when Joan was born, the flood of stimuli was overpowering. I saw a narrow light that opened up over the next few centuries into a passageway that led her into the world. The freezing cold air on wet skin made an incredibly unpleasant sensory experience that lasted forever. Emotions were similarly prolonged - I don't think most people know what it feels like to cry for six hundred years without interruption. Despite the agonizing timescale of the ordeal, there was no numbness or relief. Everything felt just as strong as the instant it happened. Emotions dragged on forever, with no respite offered for what seemed like lifetimes.

I could write a detailed account of what happened every step of the way. I remember it all quite vividly, in spite of the psychological reconditioning they put me through when I came back. But it would be much of the same - it was long. Very long. Everything was intense. When you know that, you know the whole story.

What I wished I had known going in was that Joan's father was abusive. Abuse is hell for a child, and when you have the same brain power and understanding of the world as a five-year-old and yet thousandsfold more time to experience every intricacy of it, it's a level of hell I can't put into words. At this point, I could write a novel just on how //exactly// it feels to be whipped with a belt. I could probably list every single nerve ending in Joan's body and the exact intensity of the pain spread out over years.

Fortunately, Joan's father died when she was 8. Her mother did her best, but struggled to feed her and her daughter. I experienced hunger, cold when the heat got shut off, but it wasn't all bad. Positive emotions were amplified and drawn out as well. When a group of neighbors visited with some food and paid the heating bill in the dead of winter, it felt like heaven.

Joan wasn't a big part of my life, but she was there. She took care of me for about 8 months in the foster home. Due to what I'd experienced up to this point, I tried desperately to steer myself, using Joan, on another path in life. Evidently it didn't work. One thing that I don't think was accurately represented in the previous testing logs is that you //feel// like you have control, but you really don't. The fact that you can remotely view living people, and see their lives into the future, is proof of causality and a good argument against free will. The best way I can describe it is like a video game with quick-time events. You know what's coming and you feel like you exercise a bit of control over how //exactly// it plays out, but the outcome is going to be the same.

I was relieved when Joan got her cancer diagnosis. I was old enough at the time, in my own life, to know that she had about three months after her diagnosis before she died. After spending millions of years in her mind, I was ready to get back out. When I talked about the intensity of emotions and feelings, I mean that everything becomes almost incomprehensibly intense, yet similar relative to each other. I still remembered what happened to me before I started the experiment. I still remembered every detail of her life with considerable accuracy. After so long, the time dilation starts to feel normal.

One thing I grew to appreciate was how loved Joan was. Her funeral was packed with foster children who paid their respects, and I understood through her lived experience what she did to gain that respect. She made better the lives of dozens of children. She wouldn't have known that in her life, but I did, and I am glad.

One of the worst parts of the whole ordeal was coming back to my baseline reality. Joan died in the hospital, and as soon as she closed her eyes everything came rushing back to me. I was myself again, and I hadn't forgotten that, but my own mind was running at an incomprehensible speed. I could hardly control my body and most definitely couldn't speak or think clearly. They rushed me to the onsite medical center and hooked me up to some machines for the next few weeks, a process which lasted about 4 seconds from my perspective. Eventually, a doctor administered some form of IV drip that slowed everything down to near-normal. Near-normal from my perspective meant hours felt like seconds. A few people from the containment team came and instructed me to write this experience down. I couldn't understand what they were saying, and it took a few tries, but they wrote instructions on a whiteboard and left it in front of me for a week.

It took me 7 years to write this document, from an outside perspective, and about 45 minutes from my own. That computer sat in front of me for all seven years, with blips coming in and out of my periphery to change my bedpan, change my medication bags, and blow the dust out of the computer. They had to build a fixture to keep it in my direct line of sight, because small movements caused me to miss keys and make typos.

If I have one regret about the experience, it's that I lived most of my life as Joan Selvidge, not June Curiel. Everything after I woke up feels like a day or two, compared to the millions I spent in Joan's mind. They tried various drugs to slow things down for me, some work better than others. But I know in a few hours I'll be dead.

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= **NOTICE FROM COIE AREA AUTHORITY**
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**DATE:** 06/01/2025
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As a result of Incident 9262-53, all testing is currently suspended on SCP-9262. On 18/12/2024, a test was initiated by Containment Specialist Daniel Torres targeting Containment Specialist Evelyn Frost, assigned to SCP-████. In contrast to previous tests, Torres has remained in a catatonic state since, unresponsive to external stimuli. Brain scans reflect a level of activity consistent with the 5-7ms peak experienced in previous tests, which has been ongoing for the previous 19 days. 7 days after the test began, on 25/12/2024, experiments with SCP-████ granted Evelyn Frost what is presumed to be, at the time of writing, eternal life. Rough estimates indicate Torres has been remotely viewing Evelyn Frost for, from his perspective, around 2.3 quadrillion years. Torres has been relocated to the onsite medical center for stabilization procedures, and testing will resume once the risk of unknowingly viewing an immortal person has been adequately addressed. We apologize for this inconvenience.

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