SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased orangutan. SCP-049 expressed noted gratitude at the provision, due to the similarities between the orangutan and common human physiology.
SCP-049 spent several days operating on the orangutan, reanimating it several times. However, SCP-049 appeared to be discontent with the results it experienced, returning to the creature three times after its initial reanimation for additional work. After it was unable to reanimate the corpse a fifth time, SCP-049 turned the corpse over to Foundation staff for incineration.
After observing SCP 049, Dr. Hamm returned to his office and placed the next articles in the respective files:
Item #: SCP-001-J
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The location of Site-00, where SCP-001-J is to be kept, must remain an absolute secret. To this end, Site-00 will be guarded entirely by automated defense systems and have no living staff whatsoever. SCP-001-J itself will be kept locked in a cube made entirely from tungsten carbide, which is itself inside of another cube made of tungsten carbide, which will, in turn, be placed at the bottom of a three-kilometer long elevator shaft. Multiple molly-guards have been carefully placed over SCP-001-J, and the robots on Site-00 will be prepared to replace these guards if needed.
Description: SCP-001-J is big, red, shiny, strangely appealing button that just begs to be pushed.
SCP-001-J is a self-destruct mechanism that Foundation scientists believe is powerful enough to destroy reality itself, consisting of a circular red button set into a metal case. It looks like candy.
The mechanism by which SCP-001-J operates is not fully understood but it would be awesome to find out.
SCP-001-J induces a mild psychic compulsion upon all beings who see it or hear it described to try to push it. You know you want to!
History: SCP-001-J was first discovered by President ██████████ of ███████████████ in ██/██/████, in an elevator car. At that time, SCP-001-J looked exactly as it does now, except for the addition of a sticky-note that said: "If you push this button, you'll destroy everything." The President managed to fight his compulsion to press SCP-001-J long enough to remove SCP-001-J from the elevator and lock it in the closet of his office. Afterward, he contacted ██████████████████████████████, known to us as "The Founder," and charged him with creating a special organization with the specific goal of preventing SCP-001-J from being pressed, either by careless accident or by deliberate malice, and also with the goal of "protecting humanity from monsters and stuff." ██████████████████████████████ agreed, took SCP-001-J, and hid it under a pile of old socks in his basement. ██████████████████████████████ spent the remainder of his life sitting on his porch, using a shotgun to fend off miscreants on his lawn who were suspected of being SCP-001-J sympathizers. The millions of dollars he made on the stock exchange were used to create a trust fund that was the basis of our Foundation.
Since ██████████████████████████████ died and the Foundation was set up to replace him, there have been █████ attempts to press SCP-001-J. Before Site-00 was relocated to Antarctica [DATA EXPUNGED], there were many near-breaches of containment when Foundation personnel attempted to press SCP-001-J "to see what would happen" and had to be terminated. There have also been numerous attempts by the Foundation's enemies to retrieve SCP-001-J, particularly the Order of the Sacred Button-Pushers, who have sworn to stop at nothing to capture and press SCP-001-J.
The plague doctor could remember exactly when he first spoke to the research staff. He remembered so much how surprised everyone had been.
"What kind of place is this?" He asked at the time.
"What? This is a lab ... "The scientist dropped the dictation machine in shock.
"A laboratory? It's pretty gorgeous. Now I find that it is no longer a miracle that I saw so few victims of the disease here. ""Umm ... Y-yes. Look, I thought you were unable to speak ... I'm really shocked that you ... um ... can. ""Oh, my goodness, yes, good doctor. I just don't prefer to speak. Most of the victims of the disease are melancholy and do not respond well to conversation. I have seen you several times before and I have not yet recognized the disease in you, which is why I suspect that you are also a doctor? "
"Yes that's true. Call me Joe ... but what "disease" are you talking about? "
"Well, good doctor, the great pestilence. What else?"
"The great pesti ... Oh, the plague. I should have seen this coming. But nobody is infected here, I assure you. " "Oh, good doctor, I can assure you the pestilence is here and I can feel it. It is my duty in life to rid the world of it. My cure is the most effective. "
"Your cure? Your cure has cost us hundreds of lives! Your cure is flawed! "
"Good doctor, my cure is the most effective." Then he fell silent again. Any attempts to start a conversation have failed.
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