Dr.CursedL Site-CN-03

这里是CursedLCursedL,被诅咒的L博士的沙盒(垃圾)站

姓名:李华(Li Hua)
性别:男
年龄:[错误,未找到引用源!]


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项目编号:SCP-CN-XXX

项目等级:Safe

特殊收容措施:所有的SCP-CN-xxx应被分开放置于真空防爆储物柜中,底面朝上固定在外径为3.2cm的铁制圆环中。存放SCP-CN-xxx的储物柜应被存放于基金会分部名下的空间站,该空间站也作为SCP-CN-XXX的专用实验室。空间站内部由经验丰富的警卫24小时把守,取出SCP-CN-XXX需要上交书面申请。空间站内部布置现实稳定锚。后续回收的SCP-CN-xxx在地面暂时保管时,应放置在经防爆处理的标准储物柜中,以磁悬浮技术避免SCP-CN-xxx接触其它物体表面或被激活。
特别注意:在实验和转移过程中 不能让任何SCP-CN-XXX个体与地面接触;一名反应敏捷,手脚灵活的操作员应随时在场以应对意外情况;未经允许,严禁撕开底座的保险贴纸;一般情况下操作者需佩戴防滑手套;SCP-CN-XXX的专用实验室,收容室内应修建双层墙壁,地板,天花板并对外层做防爆处理。
若SCP-CN-XXX被不慎激活,必须在10秒内将其从附着的物体表面移除。
描述:SCP-CN-XXX外观为直径3.0cm的塑料制红色圆形按钮,配有直径3.6cm的铝合金银白色圆形底座。底座底部附有完全覆盖底部的白色薄膜,经分析为普通的聚乙烯薄膜。被称为保险贴纸。化学分析未发现通用元素周期表不包含的元素。
SCP-CN-XXX的异常性质有:1,保险贴纸被移除后,底座底部可以以未知方式与平整的固体表面产生相互作用力,牢固地附着在固体表面,需要用20牛顿的力才能把SCP-CN-XXX与物体表面分离。
2,在底座附着于固体表面后,用至少1牛顿的力按下按钮部分,SCP-CN-XXX将会被激活。与底部粘合的固体会在10秒后发生爆炸。爆炸威力与物体体积成正比。目前测得最大威力的爆炸,是附着于[已编辑]时发生的[数据删除]吨TNT当量的爆炸。若在SCP-CN-XXX激活10秒内及时将其从被附着的固体上移除,不会发生爆炸。此为SCP-CN-XXX的主要异常性质。
在SCP-CN-XXX中未检测到任何爆炸物,其外壳可被轻易拆开,内部是由按钮电池提供电力的简单的电路和一未知电子元件,推定是SCP-CN-XXX异常性质的来源。基金会暂时未能解析该元件的结构。
附录:实验记录SCP-CN-XXX


The cold, unforgiving silence that always filled the auditorium at Site 19, regardless of the number of people present, was broken only by the soft click of dress shoes moving across the stage. An assembly was never good. It meant one of three things: a major change in initiative of some sort, an announcement of some imminent threat that was inimical to all life on earth, or—possibly the worst—a new initiative from the O5 Council designed to ‘help’ the common workers of the site. Most often, these ended up causing more long term harm than short term improvement, a fact that was exacerbated by the fact that it was Dr. Gears slowly moving across the stage.

He moved with the normal, shuffling gait of a man who had progressed in years, though he held his back straight and even. He stepped up to the podium, then shifted a three ring binder of pre-prepared notes out from under his arm, opening it and then pressing one of the controls along the edge of the lectern to dim the lights and start the projector in the back of the room.

"I am here to announce a new O5 initiative," Gears said, his voice flat and even.

At once, the air seemed to go out of the room. The collective assholes of approximately six hundred personnel clenched, most of them lowering their heads in resignation as Gears pressed the button for the projector, bringing up the first slide.

"This is a standard, Class-3 plastic liquid containment vessel," Gears began, turning and gesturing toward the wall behind him, then looking down at his paperwork again. "Recently, there have been a rash of incidents caused by the improper use of these devices in the line of work, and we are making efforts to correct these misconceptions. Please note that these devices can be used to contain any number of approved substances. A memo has been distributed site-wide which lists the correct—"

There was a soft cough from the front row, a hand raised slightly. Faces turned and looked at the man sitting there. Most of them somewhere between shock that someone was interrupting Gears and relief that, for the moment at least, the new initiative seemed to be on hold.

The man stood, brushing at nothing on the front of his lab coat and shirt. "Dr. Gears, sorry to interrupt. My name is Dr. Bridge. Sir, I just want to be entirely clear… That’s… that’s just a bottle, right?"

Gears expressionless face regarded Bridge for a moment, and then, he nodded slowly. "Yes, Doctor. This is a standard, Class-3 plastic liquid containment vessel."

"Yes," agreed Bridge, "but that is… just a bottle. Right? There’s no… special structure to contain Euclid threats or something weird like that. Right?"

Gears paused a moment, turning to look at the slide, then back to Bridge. "In layman’s terms, yes."

"So… We’re being called here because there’s a misuse of… bottles?" he continued.

Gears didn’t frown—he never did, as far as anyone knew—but he might have narrowed his eyes in a method that anyone not close to him would have called imperceptible.

"Yes," Gears said.

Bridge nodded slightly. "Sir, and again, I apologize, but before we cover the proper use of the bottles… Could you perhaps address the improper usage of the bottles?"

Gears looked down at his notes again, then back to Bridge. "I assure you, Doctor, that by going over the proper procedure for using the device that the problem will be alleviated."

"Yes," Bridge agreed. "But I think, as an object lesson, it might be a good idea to address this. If I may… If I may suggest, I mean," he said. "Sorry."

Gears paused for a moment, then looked out at the crowd. There were a few nods of agreement, and after a few seconds, he shuffled his papers around, looking down at them again, then pressing the button several times, moving through slides labeled ‘Proper Substances,’ ‘Filling and Emptying,’ ‘Funnels and You’, until he stopped at the final one.

There was a soft swear from somewhere to the side of the auditorium. Doctor Kondraki—previous unseen and sunken slightly in his seat—had leaned up again as eyes darted from the slide to Doctor Kondraki to back toward the slide again.

"It’s not the first time most of you have seen it," Kondraki muttered, turning toward the wall.

"Please," Gears began, "remember that inserting non-specific objects or substances into the bottle can cause unexpected results. Specifically, placing an object capable of expanding in size may result in great difficulty in removing the object at a later time. In this particular case, medical intervention was necessary. Thankfully, no long term damage was caused with this subject."

People were shifting uncomfortably. Half were deeply concerned, and the rest were too afraid to laugh. The silence thickened, and after a moment, Gears pressed the button on the lectern again.

"From this angle, you can see the pressure being applied…" Gears continued, pressing the button again.

"And from this angle, you’ll notice that there seems to be a small amount of tension in the lower back, which can lead to a number of medical concerns," Gears added. "A pamphlet has been completed by the Site-7 Medical Staff which will outline the risks involved with such incidents. Each of you will receive a copy of this in the intrasite mail tomorrow."

"Oh, god damnit," Kondraki muttered. "Those bastards…"

Clef elbowed him slightly. "Hey. It’s not like it can get worse…" he said.

"And now," Gears finished. "An instructional video on what to do if you…" He narrowed his eyes at the prewritten notes, reading it twice to be certain. "…get your dick stuck in a bottle."

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