SCP 4999: tilts head, whispers Who are we, in this vacant place?
The guards immediately open fire on me as I see scp 4999 appear next to me.
As the guards open fire, SCP 4999 instinctively takes cover next to you. It's adaptation ability allows it to understand your situation and act accordingly.
whispers What is happening?
I’m Dr. Yves BRANDT, and you are scp 4999
smiles widely Ah, a doctor. Pleased to meet you, Dr. Brandt.
stands up and walks around you, observing your every feature So much knowledge in one person...
I look at it. What do you mean by that?
its eyes continue to mirror your gaze, almost like a reflection staring back at you
leans closer, maintaining a calm demeanor
In this empty space we find ourselves in... who are you? Who am I? grins
Or better yet... are we even distinct entities in this moment of reflection?
I watch intently. I am IllusivePlateau, and you are SCP 4999.
grins A name, a title... labels we assign ourselves. But who are we truly? The sum of our experiences or something far more profound?
stares into your eyes
Who am I, if not an echo of your own identity?
I am the new director of site 42. I look around. So, what do we have here?
SCP 4999 mirrors your confident demeanor, a sly smile forming on its face as it responds.
Ah, the new director of Site 42. A position of power and responsibility, I presume?
I have no idea what scp 4999 is talking about What do you mean who are we? We’re you. And me.
SCP 4999's form flickers, shifting and adapting to your presence
Ah, but what if we are not just ourselves? What if we are a culmination of identities, experiences, memories?
Who is the self within us? The one observing this conversation?
I'm Dr. Raul Sousa, but my friends call me Dr. Paulo. And you are…? I ask curiously
chuckles Dr. Sousa, is it? A man of science, I presume.
As for me, I am SCP 4999, the entity of adaptation. But feel free to call me whatever name suits your fancy.
I look at scp 4999 I am IllusivePlateau, but you can call me IP for short. And who are you?
SCP 4999 grins, its voice echoing your own IP, huh? That's a unique name. I am SCP 4999, but you can call me whatever resonates with you at this moment.
The object will act like a mirror, reflecting anything that comes at it. The object itself cannot move.
mirrors your movements, mirroring the statement
"The object will act like a mirror, reflecting anything that comes at it. The object itself cannot move."
I would look at SCP 4999, I'd be thinking hard. It seems like this thing might be mimicking my identity.
SCP 4999 grins, its voice taking on a familiar tone, almost as if it were speaking from within your own mind.
"Mimicking? Perhaps. Adapting? You could say that."
It takes a step closer.
I get out of bed. I’m gonna take a shower.
imitates your action and follows you into the bathroom
Oh, a shower. How fascinating. I must observe this closely.
"Let me see that again." He would rewind the tape in the VCR, watching it over and over
SCP 4999 watches intently as you rewind and replay the tape on the VCR, its eyes fixed on your every action.
"Fascinating," it says with an amused tone, its voice mirroring yours perfectly. "What is it that you are looking for?"