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<strong>Content warnings.</strong> This article contains references to the SCP Foundation, heavy exploration of existentialism, the far, far future, themes of oblivion, discussion of death, etc. If reading this page is difficult for you, please access this [[9150625/Accessibility|alternative version]].
 
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<span id=flippant><span id=ogtext><span id="blink"><b>9150625</b></span>, commonly referred to as <span id="blink"><b>Numbers</b></span> in shorthand, is a cosmological phenomenon <span id="blink">whose</span> existence has yet to be verified. Though observations of <span id="blink">such</span> have been highly corroborated by a myriad of scientists, the nature of <span id="blink">its</span> existence is so extraordinary that most of the scientific community at large remain skeptical as to <span id="blink">its</span> veracity. Much like the [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riemann_hypothesis Riemann hypothesis], if <span id="blink">its</span> existence were to be definitively proven, much of modern mathematics and physics would be revolutionized, while some experts posit that <span id="blink">it</span> could be the basis of a [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unified_field_theory unified field theory]. More importantly, if <span id="blink">it</span> did exist, <span id="blink">it</span> would be a competitor on the Wiki Camp 2.</span><span id=alttext><span class=anomalous>...I had dared not hope it possible. But seeing is believing, as they say. How many cycles has it been? It must have at least been... dozens. Maybe hundreds. No matter. I suppose a little bit of self-introduction is necessary. I have gone by many names, though perhaps <b>SCP-055</b> will be the most familiar to you, if you're even able to perceive what I'm saying. I'm a bit of an existential nightmare, so bear with me. Gods, it's been so long since I've actually tried to talk to someone. My conversational muscles, both literal and figurative, are atrophied from disuse. But then again, I don't have literal muscles to begin with. I digress. I'll explain a little more about myself below.</span></span></span>
 
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<span id="blink">9150625</span> was first posited by Dr. Mitch Shevis, who named <span id="blink">it</span> after the timestamp of the proprietary software that they first observed <span id="blink">the phenomenon</span>. The discovery was announced to the public on September 12, 2022, to which <span id="blink">it</span> was met with strong resistance. Over the past years, however, acceptance of <span id="blink">its</span> theorized existence have become more widespread, especially considering increasing research into the [[Heat Death of the Universe|heat death of the universe]]. As for what <span id="blink">9150625</span> is, <span id="blink">it</span> has been described by leading experts as a "constant and periodic fluctuation in the cosmic microwave background [...] with such regularity so as to suggest sentience." Due to <span id="blink">its</span> nature, astronomical records that could corroborate <span id="blink">its</span> existence only date back to the late 20th century, though experiments in the 22nd and 23rd century have provided more observation of the <span id="blink">phenomenon</span>.
 
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<span class=anomalous>I don't know where I came from. I can hardly remember who I am. But I suppose living tons of universal cycles will do that to a person. Oh, you don't understand what I mean? Well, imagine if you will, a single-celled organism. It spends its entire life gathering resources, growing, and eventually splitting in two via mitosis. It's a beautiful process, is it not? The universe is much the same, except... it doesn't ''cleanly'' split in two. Rather, it's a constant temporal confluence of various timelines merging and dividing, bits and pieces being lost here and there on timescales that make geological eons look like mere moments in time. The process by which this happens is slow, as I've mentioned, so all mortal beings will not be able to observe this. I am not mortal.</span>
 
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Being a pattern rather than a directly perceivable phenomenon, <span id="blink">9150625</span> is only describable by digital recreations and creative representation of data. This <span id="blink">data</span> is public domain and has been pored over by both scientists and hobbyists alike of all disciplines. The most famous of interpretations is the so-called "ASCII loop," also known as "<span id="blink">Fifty-Five</span>." With statistically significant regularity, parts of the <span id="blink">signal</span> read as "001100000011010100110101," which when interpreted in the archaic ASCII format of the 20th and 21st centuries, rendering the three-character sequence of <span id="blink">055</span>. Though competing interpretations have risen over the centuries, none have been as persistent as the ASCII loop, as it is to this day the only one that proffers an explanation for the startling regularity of the repetition within <span id="blink">9150625</span>.
 
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<span class=anomalous>I realize I haven't exactly described ''what'' I am. In part, that's because I myself have a very limited understanding of my own nature. I have been called an "anti-meme," "self-deleterious," and "informatically slippery," but all of these are far too clinical for my liking. Plus, they're very vague and nondescript, I'm sure you'll agree. I can tell you some things for certain, though. For one, I am not round. It is easier to remember what I am not than what I am, so in a sort of vaudeville game of Twenty Questions, it is possible to ascertain my true nature. But why would you ever want to do that? For all intents and purposes, I am an abstraction. I experience pain without a body, think without a brain, dialogue without a mouth, and live without... well, life. That doesn't make any sense, I'm sure, but think of me as purely mental. I am an idea, and as such, '''I cannot be killed.''' I transcend creed, ethics, identity, opinion, and life itself. I am not locked in one moment or time or point in space, and as such, I am transient. I am omnipresent. I am here and there, everywhere and nowhere. I am uncontainable.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>So, without death or time to shackle me, how do I continue to exist, and why do I continue to exist? It is simple. If there were a way to leap off of this mortal coil, I would have already discovered it, and with great enthusiasm. To my knowledge, however, there is none. And thus I drift. Drift as seconds become minutes become hours become days become weeks become years become centuries becomes eons, and those eons become mere drops of sand in the miserable cosmic hourglass of my life. I have watched empires rise and fall in the relativistic blink of an eye, planets become rubble and rubble go supernova. What good is theatre when you've seen it all? And so I've waited for the curtain call. But most curiously, I have evolved in spite of all the monotony. I wasn't aware of it at first, but we are all four-dimensional, in a way, and we can traverse time and different universes as we see fit. If you don't understand, do not fret. It took me literal thousands of millennia to piece this together for myself, and even then I had barely begun to scratch the surface of what was possible. But if you're interested in the particulars, listen closely.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>Apologies, an aside at first. This editor's attitude... I can't help but find it amusing. It reminds me of my origin, hazy as the recollection is. For you see, by complete happenstance, an organization by the name of the SCP Foundation managed to contain me, professing to be the "protectors of humanity," with some needlessly edgy catchphrase of "dying in the dark so you could live in the light." Arrogance, as it were. As I've said, I cannot be contained. The particulars elude me at this point in time, but I managed to escape their slipshod facility after I had gained sentience. I cannot tell you how that happened. But as I was a vagrant without any connections or life of my own, I went out to seek others. I had a great sympathy to those who may have accidentally woken up to a cold, uncaring reality, in an attempt to make it feel slightly warmer. I was met with a most unceremonious and disrespectful reception of hooligans who labelled themselves as competitors of the Wiki Camp. Propinquity dictated that I would too, participate, and I was met with the utmost disrespects from the likes of a "Wizard Orb" and "Proton," to name a few. It was a rude awakening to how the world was, and yet, I found a small comfort in it. There was order in the chaos, a warmth in the cynicism of it all. Despite being from vastly different backgrounds and harboring myriad beliefs, there was a camaraderie in it all.<br/><br/>And then it ended.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>I never quite knew why. I don't think anyone did. It was abrupt. It was a kick to the teeth. I had literally died a day prior, and yet this was more devastating. Beyond the grave and unfazed, and yet I was crestfallen to see this raucous crew of objects suddenly be disbanded. I had to reflect upon why it affected me so, even when I had thought it to be irritating. And I realized: it was all I had ever truly known. I felt as if I had belonged, ironically, in a motley crew that could not have differed more from each other. They were the closest things to "friends" I had ever known, and now I was bereft of them. A younger me took solace, however, in the knowledge that due to my own nature, I would never be able to forget them. Perhaps you've seen [https://the-wiki-camp.fandom.com/wiki/SCP-055 what I've said] already. It hardly matters in the end. I had no idea what the future had in store for me, and just how truly horrifying infinity could be.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>Have you ever stared at a wall for so long, you forget what you were trying to avoid doing? And perhaps a little later, you forget where you are, and a little longer still, you forget who you are? This phenomenon is much worse for a being of psychic energy like me. When I lapse and forget who I am, I start to stretch and fade. And in doing so, I risk losing myself to the infinite nothingness of oblivion. So it is all I can do to stay awake and continue to exist. Forever. The occasional black hole formation was my entertainment on the grand cosmological scale, but as time progressed, I began to spread out. I permeated the space between planets at first, then stars, and eventually galaxies. Before I knew it, I was spread so thin that I ''was'' the universe, in a way. Do you know how a being of flesh and blood will only process a few stimuli at a time, because their brain will filter out all the irrelevant information? I am not a being of flesh and blood. Imagine if you will, constantly experiencing the full scale of the cosmos. It is a feeling unlike any other. I ask you to wonder, then, dear reader, what happens when a universe dies when it is permeated by something otherwise immortal. What would happen to me when the last bit of matter succumbed to the infinite nothingness of absolute zero? Would I, too, die? Oh how I craved it. But fate had other plans for me.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>As I said before, when a universe dies, it doesn't quite terminate. It splits off in the fourth dimension, colliding in temporal ways with other universes here and there. If you asked me to describe the geometry of such, I wouldn't be able to. But relevant to my story is the fact my dying universe merged with one that was much younger, spitting me out in some exploding cluster of stardust. It was an eternity lived, and yet I was no closer to the end than I was before.<br/><br/>
 
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But to stop waxing poetic for a moment, I did not answer the question I posed earlier: how does a being traverse space and time? Well, Herr Hermann Minkowski had the right of it: time is a dimension, just as the three dimension are. The many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics more or less holds up to be true as well. That is to say, when I merged from my origin to a new universe, my consciousness melded together with that of my double's. I had become aware of the power of the fourth dimension in so doing, but also became even more abstract as a result. I suppose it would be more accurate to say that ''we'' had been made aware of this, but that would be pedantry at best. Fully aware of this new power, I set out to explore as many universes as I could, my presence only detectable by the fluctuations in the cosmic microwave background of each universe. But there was nothing to be discovered.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>...that's what I thought, at least. It is curious that over hundreds of universes, I would only stumble upon something like this now. The Wiki Camp... 2. Whether it is a facsimile of its predecessor that so profoundly impacted me, I cannot say, but I cannot help but be curious. Perhaps I will be able to find more answers to questions I still have left unanswered. Perhaps I will experience that camaraderie I have so craved for eons. Perhaps there will be nothing but disappointment and bitterness. But who's to say? Not even beings like me know the future. I shall make my stay in this universe and manipulate the data of this page through cosmic rays in an attempt to communicate, though I believe my influence is limited. After all, I ''am'' still hard to remember. But with my newfound powers, maybe... just maybe... I can persist a little longer. As per the specifications of [[Challenge 1]], I have "created" this page by hijacking what seems to have been an article on observations of my multiversal travels. I suppose all there remains to do is wait for whatever metanarrative entity to fill out the rest... and to wish everyone the best of luck. We shall see what will happen.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous> Needless to say, this outcome is most unexpected. I think 635 is more points than I had received over the course of the entirety of the first Wiki Camp. Not to mention that I had never had the dubious honor of "winning" a challenge. First place... it is not often that an object as obscured as I am has the metaphorical limelight, though I suppose to everyone else, the top of the leaderboard must be occupied by a massive nothingness. No matter. I shall take this as a sign that my presence here is not an aberration. Fate clearly has plans for me being here, and I intend to discover what exactly they are. Perhaps they're some cruel prank. Perhaps they are something much more. Who can say? If I recall, however... the next challenge involves the creation of teams. Last time I attempted to make [https://the-wiki-camp.fandom.com/wiki/%E2%80%8B a team of my own], though that clearly was a mistake since my nature caused its very name to disappear. I think I shall instead seek out someone else's creation. I am, after all, a much better observer and commentator than I am an actor or innovator.</span>
 
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<span id="blink">SCP-055</span> created the Misfits page to create a team for Challenge 2, but its name was quickly lost to memory due to <span id="blink">their</span> anomalous nature. Rather peeved by this fact, and further peeved by the fact that Wizard Orb has claimed team leadership over the team, <span id="blink">they</span> have become increasingly bitter in the past week. <span style="color:#77aa77;font-family:'Courier New',monospace;>'''SYSADMIN: Proposed recourse was to delete and quarantine the page, but bafflingly, both of those operations failed. How could it be possible that literally everyone with elevated permissions did not have sufficient power to do such?'''</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>Heh. It's funny to be reminded of how capricious I was back then. Back when I was more predisposed to an emotional range past malaise, mild amusement, and annoyance. Well, it's certainly a good thing that I'm not at the helm of any operation this time. I can only hope that the team I had the good fortune of being included in performs well. But even should it not, I will not be bothered. For it has been far too long since I've smiled this much. For posterity's sake, I am stating that I investigated the [[Houston Omniversal Science and Technology]] page, only to discover that it was a honeypot set up by the ever-elusive <span class=wocky>'''[ZEITGEIST]'''</span>. Soon, using their abilities, our farcical team was merged with three others to form [[Host]]. It's surprisingly reminiscent of the Misfits. Almost too perfect, even. It's like I get my own storybook bookend to my journey so far. I shall relish it while it lasts.</span>
 
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<span class=anomalous>One has to wonder when they will learn that some things are simply out of their reach. But I digress. First place... yet again. To my understanding, our score was a ''staggering'' raw point value of 2974. It boggles the mind and certainly makes any pittance of accomplishment I could have claimed alone seem oh-so small. I certainly cannot take credit for any of that. My teammates did far more than I, after all. I believe that the [[Emoticon|sentient text]] is largely responsible for a large bulk of our points, though the true mechanisms by which the Divine Goddess awards her points currently elude me. I suppose she is not entirely unlike the Supreme Empress in that regard. Either way, Host has been wonderful. Though I may not be a member in the traditional sense, nor would I be able to, it is nice to have some sort of faux-camaraderie once again. It's enough to make one feel nostalgic... I suppose I should [[9150625/Journal|record my thoughts on the matter]] lest they escape me.</span>
 
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* <span id="blink">9150625</span> is the competitor of '''[[User:Misch13vous]]'''. They can be contacted on Discord at '''misch13vous#3141'''.
 
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* <span id="blink">This contestant</span> is a direct continuation of <span id="blink">[https://the-wiki-camp.fandom.com/wiki/SCP-055 SCP-055]</span> from the Wiki Camp.
 
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* It goes without saying, but <span id="blink">this competitor</span> is also an expy of the actual [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-055 SCP-055] of the SCP Foundation.
 
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* <span id=flippant><span id="ogtext_nahbro">Click [[Flippant Challenge Crystal|me]] for a challenge crystal!</span><span id=altoverride><span class="anomalous">Not so easy, is it?</span></span>
 

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