SCP-4280: Terminus - Rewrite
SCP-4280 as viewed from the Hubble Space Telescope as of 7/18/18. Terminus is nearing.
Item #: SCP-4280
Object Class: Terminus
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4280 cannot be contained at the moment, and should be recognized as an existential threat to the Foundation, SCP, and humankind alike. Due to this, all Foundation members should emotionally and physically prepare for eventuality SCP-4280-1, or Terminus, by preparing a means of suicide.
Description: SCP-4280 is a space-time anomaly, the edge of which is about five-million light years from the Earth. Despite being massive, SCP-4280 has not gravitational pull. There is no currently known specific origin or center of mass of the anomaly, but scientists can estimate it is about two-million light years inside of itself.
Any matter exposed to SCP-4280, hereafter referred to as 'O', is effectively destroyed through the process of dimensional folding.
Addendum 4280-A: We have been debating the legitimacy of SCP-4280. Some skeptics who will not be named claim it is not anything to be concerned about, and that it is a slowly expanding black hole (even though it shines many different colors) that does not pose any immediate threat to Earth.
Others, including me, have noticed the recent expansion and have been trying to devise a solution, or, at least an explanation to the overhanging problem of 4280.
-Dr. Oracle, 12/24/17
Addendum 4280-B: So it's yet another Christmas spent away from my wife, Sheila, and I think that my team has drafted up a possible equation. It has yet to be approved by Dr. ███████. Him and his ragtag group are still in denial about SCP-4280, and at this point I don't think they're going to change their minds. I'm trying to get him taken off the research team. What a horrible way to spend the holiday season.
-Dr. Oracle, 12/25/17
Addendum 4280-C:
Let X = The Speed of the Expansion of SCP-4280 in Cubic Meters per second
Let c = The Speed of Light in m/s
The Equation: X = 5.02×106(c)
It's a simple equation, but it might be the backing for my argument. If I can prove (with some kind of telescope, probably) that it is expanding at 5.02 times the speed of light, I can finally get ███████ to either get off the team or help me.
I swear I'm about to have a major breakthrough.
Well, to be honest, somewhere in my soul, I don't want myself to be right. If my calculations are correct, SCP-4280 is going to come into contact with Earth on 1/1/19.
-Dr. Oracle 12/26/16
Addendum 4280-D: I think that bastard Dr. ███████ and his boys are trying to get me killed. I walked into the break room and I swear I heard them talking about an 'experiment' involving sending someone called 'O'. I need to tell Sheila I love her. I'll call her today.
-Dr. Oracle 12/27/16
On January 1st, 2019 at 5:58 PM EST, a.k.a. Terminus, the Earth will be completely enveloped by SCP-4280. I, until that date, instruct all researchers who know of SCP-4280 to hide the oncoming extinction from both their fellow researchers and their loved ones. This information could cause mass hysteria and devolve the civilized world into anarchy. We do not want the world to break into chaos.
WE DO NOT WANT THE WORLD TO BREAK INTO CHAOS.
WE DO NOT WANT THE WORLD TO BREAK INTO CHAOS.
OUR MAIN OBJECTIVE IS TO SECURE, CONTAIN, AND PROTECT EARTH.
Until Terminus.
My expectation is that, on Terminus and the days leading up to it, while SCP-4280 is clearly visible in the sky, humanity will break into chaos. While this contradicts my instruction, it is inevitable.
On Terminus, I order that SCP personnel say a final goodbye to their loved ones, and ingest a pill I have procured that is made of [REDACTED] mixed with [REDACTED]. The pills will take 4 to 5 minutes to painlessly kill all Foundation agents. The rest of humankind will be folded and absorbed by SCP-4280 within seconds.
I have devised a theory that Humanity can be contained in a 'pocket-Earth', of sorts.
As of right now, there's the basic stages of a blueprint, and, to be frank, it's far more probable and safe than Dr. ███████'s 'just ignore it and everything will be fine' mentality.
I don't have that much time to complete the dimension, since I'm being sent off on mission 4280-O.
Now that I think of it, the data gathered from that mission could help me develop the pocket dimension.
And, if all else fails, I'm just going to enjoy what life I have left.
Dr. Oracle has been removed as head researcher on SCP-4280 effective immediately. The reasons for which are: sharing classified information, staging a coup against Dr. ███████ and his team of valued researchers, using an SCP article to provide personal information and opinions, and conducting false research. The SCP-4280 article above serves as evidence for his crimes against the Foundation.
Dr. Oracle has obviously been reprimanded and has been recommended to be the main object of a current 'mission'
THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION CAN AND WILL ONLY BE VIEWED BY MEMBERS WITH LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE. THOSE WHO DO NOT POSSESS LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE AND ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES WHO VIEW THIS INFORMATION WILL BE EXECUTED.
Mission 4280-O
Object: Discover the inner workings of SCP-4280
Test Subject: The Disgraced Dr. Oracle
Procedure: Dr. Oracle, hereafter referred to as 'O', will be launched into outer space on February the 3rd, 2017. His mission will be to be within a light year of SCP-4280, record data, and then be retrieved by Dr. ███████'s team. Dr. ███████ has invented a state-of-the-art [REDACTED] to retrieve Dr. Oracle from the edge of functioning space-time.
Test logs recorded over a 2 month period by Dr. Joseph Oracle. They are being broadcast from every major television channel on Earth while Terminus is occurring. Profanity has been censored.
O: Dr. [corrupted audio screeching] sent me on this mission. I think he has it out for me.
There is a pause
O: I'll be near 4280 in a month. That's my situation. Over and out.
The footage cuts out for three days.
O: I'm back on here. You see that orange light from the window? Yeah, that's the Sun.
A pause.
O: I miss Sheila.
The footage cuts out for two more weeks.
O: I can't handle it. I miss Sheila. Please, God, if you're hearing this, bring me back to Earth. Stop 4280. I know I'm asking you a lot, but please. I need hope.
There is a loud banging noise. O looks to his left
O: Oh God. Oh [audio distortion]. Something just hit me.
Multiple dents appear on the inside of O's capsule
O: I think I'm going to have to turn this thing off for a while.
The footage cuts out for another week.
O: I've been here four weeks. Everything has just been nothingness for the past month, except this big, shining, mass that I think is 4280.
There is a pause.
O: [He slams his fist on the ground] I swear that thing is taunting me. It knows that it's gonna get me. Someday. Terminus. And it'll get Sheila. It'll get that bastard Dr. John[audio distortion] too. I know he sent me out here, but I wouldn't wish that fate on him.
O pauses for longer, now looking out of a window.
O suddenly lets out a large cough and collapses to the floor. He reaches for the recorder, fails to turn it off, and then closes his eyes.
Several hours pass of O motionless on the ground. Then, he is awoken by a humming noise originating from the left of him.
O: I think that sound… that sound…. it's [cough] SCP-4280. I should be getting a notice any second from Dr. - you know what? I'm not going to censor out his name. Dr. Johnson. He's going to bring me back.
Several minutes pass as the humming sound increases in volume.
O: Why am I still going towards that thing? All right, let me just page Dr. Johnson, because I'm in some serious trouble if I get too close to that thing.
O holds up an old-looking pager, types something in, and then holds it to the camera. The screen has the letters S-O-S on it.
O: I'll just wait a minute.
A minute passes until Dr. Oracle picks up his beeping pager again. He looks horrified, and holds the pager up to the camera. The screen has the letters N-O on it.
O cowers in the corner of the room and crouches into the fetal position. He starts screaming the name 'Sheila' repeatedly, progressively gaining volume.
O: //[looking around the room] There's no use screaming her name. She isn't going to hear. [he sits back up and looks into the camera]
O: It is March 2nd, 2018. I am about to enter SCP-4280. Whether my findings will prove hopeful for the Foundation and humankind, or if I will prove our impending doom, I am to find. I was sent on this mission by Dr. Johnson of the Secure, Contain, Protect Foundation, and I would like him to be held accountable for anything that happens to me on this journey.
There is a screaming sound heard from Dr. Oracle as the camera goes out.
The television broadcast cuts to present day, when there is a large anomaly blocking out the sun and surrounding the Earth.
This goes on for several minutes.
SCP-4280 gets closer and closer.
People are seen jumping off high buildings and shooting themselves.
If there truly is a Hell
Where has it come?
Is it where sufferers scream and yell?
Where the laws of nature shun?
Is it in that shining blob?
Which screams with the sound of the universe?
And is it the scientists' job
To watch while we all scream and curse?
When will we see their deception?
When we both have lied.
But an Oracle fears it is too late.
And then the Universe dies.
