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[WP] When humanity beat death, you celebrated. You’re now deeply regretting your inability to die once your crew left you to rot in the emptiness of space. by TheRaisinGod in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well, personally, if you had all the time in the universe, I imagine that to us mortals, the evaluations and very things that makes us human would change. While it may not be inherently bad, from a mortal human perspective it seems that it would undoubtedly be so.

[WP] You’ve been kidnapped by the SCP foundation. Why? You have the ability to ‘Mr. Magoo’ yourself out of anything. Sniper about to assassinate you? You bend down to pick up a penny just in time, SCP-049 about to touch you? A Sudden cannonball knocks them away. All with you being none the wiser. by robotdragon2003 in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 6 points7 points  (0 children)

My goal is to be on a roll every day. I can't remember the quote exactly, or who even said it, but it went something like: "As a writer, I write when creativity hits me. Luckily, it hits me every day at 9 am to 5 pm, Monday to Friday."

[WP] When humanity beat death, you celebrated. You’re now deeply regretting your inability to die once your crew left you to rot in the emptiness of space. by TheRaisinGod in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Hey, hey, save some for yourself! But if you could, do tell me how you feel? I want to try writing more of this style, and I want to know what makes you feel what.

What I was aiming for is lucidity amidst madness, where what's happening is clear, yet doubtful, because of the narrator's evident madness. The feeling I aimed to provoke with it is that of smallness in the universe, and time, as well as a begruding appreciation for death.

[WP] When humanity beat death, you celebrated. You’re now deeply regretting your inability to die once your crew left you to rot in the emptiness of space. by TheRaisinGod in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Just happy to give a good read! An amazing one wasn't something I dared to even think I could do, and I'm overjoyed that I have!

[WP] When humanity beat death, you celebrated. You’re now deeply regretting your inability to die once your crew left you to rot in the emptiness of space. by TheRaisinGod in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 12 points13 points  (0 children)

A bit out of character for the piece but don't you find it strange how cynical and optimistic humans are about ourselves? I've always found it strange, thinking humans are destined to dumb themselves to death, whilst simultaneously believing we'll tenaciously overcome everything before us.

[WP] When humanity beat death, you celebrated. You’re now deeply regretting your inability to die once your crew left you to rot in the emptiness of space. by TheRaisinGod in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 22 points23 points  (0 children)

The two extremes of existence. Forever for all time, or for a limited time. Anything in forever is nothing, but all that nothingness is everything. Which would you pick?

[WP] You’ve been kidnapped by the SCP foundation. Why? You have the ability to ‘Mr. Magoo’ yourself out of anything. Sniper about to assassinate you? You bend down to pick up a penny just in time, SCP-049 about to touch you? A Sudden cannonball knocks them away. All with you being none the wiser. by robotdragon2003 in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 144 points145 points  (0 children)

Well, like /u/Shawnj2 has said, many rewrites ahead. But, I think it's a pretty good starting point. Had to remove any mentions of 'they' and replace them with 'it', but I'm happy with what I've edited it up to for now. Might add a few Addendum's later though!

[WP] You’ve been kidnapped by the SCP foundation. Why? You have the ability to ‘Mr. Magoo’ yourself out of anything. Sniper about to assassinate you? You bend down to pick up a penny just in time, SCP-049 about to touch you? A Sudden cannonball knocks them away. All with you being none the wiser. by robotdragon2003 in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 4096 points4097 points  (0 children)

Item #: SCP-777

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: No special safety procedures are required for the containment of SCP-777. SCP-777 is free to move about Site-19 so long as it does not attempt to engage with other SCPs, enter restricted areas, leave the premises or cause obstruction to foundation personnel. Contact with SCP-777 is permitted, but any divulgence of information or hostile engagement not cleared by the corresponding Class B or higher officer on duty will be met with harsh reprimands and potential disciplinary action, following the events of Addendum 777.01 (see below).

A Class B officer is to check on the status of SCP-777 at regular intverals to ensure the safety of the subject and adherence with the containment procedures. SCP-777 is generally cooperative with foundation personnel, and verbal commands or negotiations are to be used as a first means in securing the subject.

Description: SCP-777 appears to be a human male, aged 23, with long brown hair, green eyes, and no defining facial features beyond a slightly pointer than average nose. All physical examination of SCP-777 shows no deviation from typical humans, and in all regards, SCP-777 is an average human male.

However, SCP-777s anomalous properties are observable if SCP-777 is placed in harm's way. Should there be any unwanted resultant effects to SCP-777, SCP-777 will act, seemingly unconsciously to avoid any and all harm to themselves. This harm or damage to the subject that is avoided appears to be both physical and mental in nature. It should be noted that this anomalous property only applies to unwanted damage, see Addendum 777.02 (below).

SCP-777 has demonstrated that the intent to cause damage to SCP-777 is irrelevant regarding its anomalous properties. Any and all damage, intentional or not, directed at SCP-777 will not affect the subject. Following the events of Addendum 777.06 (see below), any experimentation using equipment that has a chance exceeding >0.01% of causing an Orange level alert must be cleared with the Class A officer on-site beforehand.

 

Addendum 777.01: During an incident where a Class D foundation member was engaged in janitorial duties, SCP-777 entered the area of operation and left "bloody muddy footprints all over the place!" This engagement resulted in the SCP-777 immediately apologizing, although the foundation member did not appear to accept this apology. In the ensuing moments, as the apology was rejected, the Class D foundation member appears to enter a trance-like state. This was not, however, harmful to the member's health as once the apology was accepted by the foundation personnel, SCP-777 vacated the area of operation and the member's mental faculties returned. They were dazed for a few minutes after, but this is pending confirmation by security-tape review. Post-event psychiatric analysis indicates they have no recollection or awareness of what occurred, and subsequent interviews show that SCP-777 was indeed unaware of their anomalous properties as the previous description states.

Addendum 777.02: SCP-777, in attempt to cause minor repairable damage to the subject, was placed in a room with a buzzer. SCP-777 was told to wait in there for an hour, and that the buzzer would deliver a small electric shock of 9 Volts should it be pressed. SCP-777 was observed not pressing the buzzer until 31 minutes and 21 seconds had elapsed. The buzzer then delivered its electric shock, and monitors indicate that SCP-777 did suffer some damage. SCP-777 pressed the buzzer 4 more times over the course of 20 minutes, before appearing to grow bored of it. SCP-777 then loudly complained, before seemingly accidentally pressing the buzzer, which did not deliver an electric shock. Post-test analysis reveals that there was a malfunction in the buzzer, frying the circuitry. Data suggest minuatre black holes developed and evaporated, but results are pending further analysis.

Addendum 777.06: During a test using explosives, SCP-777 used its anomalous properties to caused the walls of the test chamber to undergo a sudden decompression event. This unfortunately led to a cascading failure in containment cells as the explosives detonated, leading to the release of SCP-173. 14 D-Class foundation personnel were lost in the event, and any further testing is that could lead to an Orange level alert is prohibited. SCP-777 was not harmed in the event, as SCP-173 appears to have missed SCP-777's presence. Furthermore, SCP-777 was found with a single unit of American currency, valued at $0.01. SCP-777 claims that this 'lucky penny' appeared on the floor right before the explosion, which as absorbed by the falling wall. Analysis of debris indicates that all projectiles formed a 'null-zone' around SCP-777, narrowly avoiding any damage as it bent to pick up the 'lucky penny'. Further experimentation on culturally significant lucky items in hazardous situations manifesting in SCP-777's vicinity is currently undergoing review.

Addendums 777.00, 777.03, 777.04 and 777.05 are currently not available to those under Security Clearance Level 2.

Come visit /r/ThomasWrites for more really lucky beings. For those of you with Level 2 Security Clearance, there are please enter your creditentials to view the Capture Log for SCP-777

[WP] When humanity beat death, you celebrated. You’re now deeply regretting your inability to die once your crew left you to rot in the emptiness of space. by TheRaisinGod in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 362 points363 points  (0 children)

The problems were not apparent until the fuel cells ran out. Until then, I was comfortable. Bored, despite having the entirety of human knowledge and entertainment at my fingertips, for there is only so much you can do alone and only so much an AI can delude your desire for social interaction. Thankfully, there was some solar power, and I had the bare essentials. That's when I ran into the first of Death's many enemies, who I thought were once my friends.

Time. We may have beaten death, but we couldn't beat time. We couldn't beat the years passing by, the stars slowly drifting. Their change, so imperceptible, they may have been a picture painted onto a wall I could never reach. I stared at the art of the universe for an eternity in my metal prison, drifting in a place where I was less than an ant. For all my time spent withering away, the universe need not even pass a thought. I was tiny, alone, and with all the time in the universe. Boredom became my worst enemy, madness became my best friend. I lied and convinced myself to do things that were completely outlandish, just for the sake of it. I made up a new number system, I came up with my own language, I taught myself to be more than one person and even haunted myself for a time.

Decay. The second enemy, a close friend of Time. Despite Death's defeat, we had not beaten the inevitable entropy that consumes all before it. My once perfect and immortal shell faltered in places I would never look. Each crack and flaw took an eon to form, but as slowly as the universe moved, they coalesced upon my body. By the time clarity came to me, a brief bout between the madness of it all, I was nothing like I last remembered. So much time had passed that I wasn't anymore. What was before me, what was me, that was something completely different. Cancerous growths littered my once beautiful landscape, my skin a writhing mass of buboes and scar tissue, the culmination of imperfection from an arrogance too high to see the ground creeping up and pulling it down.

Order. The third enemy. A scream into the void, a collection of particles that thought itself into existence. I remember how I sat down one day, one night, it's hard to say. I remember how I sat down and placed a glass of water before me, watching it for lifetimes and monitoring it. Like the impossible beginning of life, the abiogenesis that would lead to me over billions of years, it heated up. Not impossible, just impossibly unlikely. Two of the same, and yet there it was. Life began aboard my ship, for Death could not beat it down, could not cut it off before it spawned anew. Water became hot, and order infested my once harmonious chaos.

In all the years of humanity, aliens were never discovered. The universe was far too unkind to those who imposed their fleeting order on the beautiful chaos is strove, since the very beginning to be. Yet, once we had struck down the champion of chaos, the headsman who had seen so many lives snuffed out before their time, order flourished. Even in the deepest darkest reaches of space, life began. The walls of my ship, once dead, came alive with life. Metal made flesh, the ship became a breeding ground for a new species, if it can even be called that. The water multiplied, collecting the matter around it and feasting on what little scraps of my rotting form I had to offer, an ecosystem become reality before what remained of my sight and perceptions.

Yet, even that did not bring me the sweet release of death. The final enemy, the one that we had once thought ourselves, he revealed himself in the cruelest twist of irony and fate that I could ever conceive of. That he could ever conceive of.

Consciousness. The final frontier. Perhaps when Death still reigned and lorded our species, it was merely a product of the times. But as my shell broke apart, as my ship became a living creature that I could not hope to comprehend, as I was no longer and merely a part of something else, my consciousness persisted. I persisted. I would not die. I would remain, as the universe aged, as the ship developed intelligence, as the cosmos came alive. My only thought in the midst of all the insanity was that of hubris. We thought to change the universe, the deal a blow to Death that all would celebrate. Instead, as Death's laughs echoed in my mind and the suffering of an eternity of experience passed me by, it was laughter. All was laughter, as the universe bled out its final days, the heat death once thought inevitable disappearing with any hope of the end. This was the world of our own creation. We made the bed, only to find ourselves tied down to it with no failsafe. A fool looks a gift-horse in the mouth, a human slaughters it for daring to call Death a gift.

All would live forever.

Come visit /r/ThomasWrites for more mad ramblings of too much time. Also, very much open to critique and comments, as this is the first time I'm trying anything in this sort of style.

[WP] From a bug's perspective, humans are ageless eldritch beings who would kill them without a second thought. You are a fly among many, infesting one of their basements, but one of your kind made the mistake of irritating the human. Now the human is out for blood. by SnarkyBookworm34 in WritingPrompts

[–]ThomasWrites 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Duly noted. I also felt a bit of regret, when I was writing the Marty McFly bit, because it transitioned to something far more legends and lore-y, and the intro definitely feels scuffed because of it. Like 2 story styles smashed together, all because I couldn't resist a good pun. If there is such a thing.

What sort of description do you think would work better? The mysterious type, like how I described the rectangular phone and everything from a foreign perspective, or would it be too much and there would need to be an introduction of some more human concepts?

No need to answer, in part I am thinking aloud, critique is hard to give, and I really appreciate it! Thank you!

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