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Dr. Gears' Personnel File
Euclid Class Object Specialist

Based on the SCP character Dr. Gears.

BASIC INFORMATION

All credit to Hinat for the gorgeous art above.
Full name:
Dr. C█████ O██████ Gears (Dr. COG)

Nickname(s) or Alias:
Dr. COG (Most commonly used in reference to his signature, signed on many of his published papers and works.)

Gender:
Male

Age:
Sixty (Approximate age.)

Birthday:
December 29th, 1937

Religion:
Despite his numerous writings on the subject of deities, gods, and reality bending characteristics of individuals and objects, Dr. Gears has never taken a direct stance on the topic of religion. It has been heavily suggested through numerous works by the scientist that he leans towards being a strange brew between pantheism and cosmicism, as well as having a touch of Maverick's Theory tied into it. These ideas all seem to curl into each other to follow the theory that while there may have formerly been a creator of the universe, it viewed humanity as insignificant and has long abandoned its creations, leaving only shattered remnants of itself in its wake. This theory happens to be one of the few topics that Dr. Gears is willing to entertain others on when it comes to conceptualization without strict facts, likely influenced by his past involvement with Dr. S. Maverick in the 1950's.

Languages spoken:
English (Primary language,) Swedish (Mother language,) Danish (Secondary language,) Norwegian (Secondary language,) Icelandic (Secondary language,) German (Secondary language,) and French (Secondary language.)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height:
5'8 or 176.784

Weight:
140 Ibs

Figure/build:
Dr. Gears is rather thin and gaunt. Due to being borderline underweight and his thin frame, he has a somewhat skeletal form.

Hair colour:
Black, noted to have small amounts of graying near some of his roots as a side effect of age.

Hairstyle:
His hair is kept rather short and tends to be pushed back out of his sight. It is kept clean and neatly trimmed, but rarely styled much beyond that. He prefers to remain clean shaven and has no sign of facial hair.

Eye colour:
While Dr. Gears has been noted to have particularly dark eyes, there are a few features that have caused questions of his status as human to arise within the facility, most of which have been kept rather quite. His various features have given him a notably 'dead stare', of which many have compared to being similar to the eyes of a dead fish or animal. Regardless of these issues, he has shown no symptoms of lacking sight by any means and routinely performs with 20/20 sight during tests.

The first notable feature is that his eyes are notably darker than the common person, originally having been classified to likely be from a condition called aniridia, which could be easily explained when looking to his mother's side of the family where a grandmother possessed the trait for the gene. The inexplainable part is that this trait was not possessed by his father and was not passed on to his mother, therefore, concluding to the fact that he physically could not have inherited it from either parent. Through further DNA testing, it has even been proven that he does not possess this condition. More private research has been implemented by O-5 council to investigate the source of this strange detail, all of which have lead to dead ends. All that can be said is that there are a few images of Dr. Gears prior to the 1950's, in which, the black and white images show his eyes to be much lighter than they currently are.

Secondly, with much closer inspection, one may notice that there is a strange depth to his eyes that is much more unsettling than the color despite it's insignificant amount in which it appears; Dr. Gears' anterior chamber appears to be slightly deeper than most individuals, likely ranging in the 6.0 mm range, double that of the typical depth of 3.0 mm. Almost always completely unnoticed due to it's insignificance and darker appearance, it tends to be less regarded than its darker counterpart. Despite this being so high and suggesting that he is missing the lens of his eyes, he has faced no noticeable issues with his sight.

Scars/distinguishing marks:
As oftentimes comes with the job, Dr. Gears has obtained quite a few minor scars throughout his time in the facility, all of which have healed nicely and without complications. Being less prone to panicking or fighting during containment breaches, he has been able to escape most significant injuries.

Preferred style of clothing:
Dr. Gears prefers to dress rather ordinarily with dress shirts and slacks as well as the standard researcher labcoat. He often dressed in slightly darker and muted colors with no desire to dress boldly. He also keeps a watch with him, tucked in his breast pocket with the silver chain occasionally visible.

HEALTH

Physical:
Dr. Gears is atypical from that of a standard eighty-three year old man, all evidence pointing to him being in his early sixties or late fifties. As numerous tests have been performed on his bone density, muscle flexibility, and general nervous system, it has been concluded that while he would be classified as an exceptionally healthy individual for his predicted age group, his historical age group placing him almost twenty years older than his predicted one would consider him to be unnaturally healthy.

Of course, there are still faint downsides that naturally come with age. Moving somewhat slower than in his youth as well as a developing condition concerning his respiratory system, Dr. Gears has clearly passed his prime but still remains in a well observed and maintained position.

Mental:
Despite many speculations of being a high-functioning sociopath, Dr. Gears has displayed no visible symptoms of mental illness besides a severe lack of emotional stimulation.

PERSONALITY

Personality:
As mentioned in Dr. Gear's personnel dossier, Dr. Gears lacks an ability to be emotionally stimulated by external means, even lacking a basic startle response. Through numerous attempts to trigger any emotional responses, almost all tests have come out inconclusive at best. After being notified repeatedly of the inability for his colleagues to tell his current mental state, he has taken to occasionally stating his assumed emotional circumstances, but many have come to assume that this is due to Dr. Gears attempting to gain clearer results from his colleagues while working -- as, according to him; "When an individual is busying themselves with the concern of whether or not their colleague is happy or sad, pleased or disappointed, kind of malevolent; then they are hardly paying mind to the task at hand. I would rather make myself clear to my partners than let them make the devastating mistake of losing their attention for even a second."

It has been noted that Dr. Gears' personality may be best noted through his actions, rather than his words. He has shown himself to have occasionally developed vague attachments to various partners and colleagues, as shown through his continued partnership with Dr. S. Maverick following an attempted destruction of his work and an attempt on his life in the 1960's, his actions during the Incident 239-B report, and his attendance to the funeral of Dr. Iceberg.

Through much research into these actions, most conclusions of his personality have come to find him as a harsh and professional man with a focus on his work above all else and a rather unseen but nevertheless present moral compass. He is also noticeably realistic with a eye for what abilities he does have, rather than making up for those he does not.

Likes & Dislikes:
Similar to his personality, these conclusions have been drawn based on his past actions and historical and scientific documents by the researcher himself and colleagues. However, it has become increasingly difficult for personnel to tell whether each of these items or concepts are actually liked or disliked.​

• Quantum Physics - Being a large name in the scientific community due to his research in the area of quantum physics, Dr. Gears has been recognized worldwide for his theories on the concept of space and the Observer's Theory, in which he explained the findings of the Weizmann Institute on their study of the Observer Effect of how particles would behave differently when presented with an observer than when they were performing without a witness. It is suggested that he likes this topic, or potentially has a dislike for the confusion surrounding it.​
• Tea - As suggested by his common use of SCP 734, also known as 'Garden Tea', an anomalous mug that is capable of generating a variety of teas from decaying matter and water within only a few short moments, it has been implied that Dr. Gears likes tea.​
• Fallacies - As the clearest dislike, Dr. Gears has shown to have a distaste for simple-worded arguments and will often ignore individuals who cannot articulate their opinions.​
• Robotics - It has been suggested by Professor Kain P. Crow that Dr. Gears enjoys robotics. According to Dr. Crow, "Why would he always stick around for my experiments if he wasn't interested in them?" Some have claimed that this is merely due to Dr. Gears' interest in knowledge, or potentially even him attempting to ensure the safety of his colleagues.​
• Time - It is decided that Dr. Gears has a special interest in time that can be best described as being [REDACTED]. This likely stems from the Archive Event, as recorded in [REDACTED], on ███████████ st, ████. It has been suggested that during this event, Dr. Gears [DATA EXPUNGED PER O5-LEVEL DIRECTIVE. RESEARCH INTO THIS TOPIC IS FORBIDDEN UPON PAIN OF IMMEDIATE TERMINATION OR DEMOTION TO CLASS D. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR SUPERVISOR FOR MORE DETAILS] To this day, there are few records to support the theories of [REDACTED].​
• Space - [REDACTED].​

Fears:
Dr. Gears has exhibited a clear incapability of producing a fear response. Therefore, it is impossible to concur what his fears are or even if he possesses any fears.

Talents/skills:​

• Robotics - Dr. Gears has shown an exceptional understanding of the mechanics involved in manufacturing robotic creations, his specific skill set leaning more towards the mechanical aspect than the electrical, but consisting of both none the less. He has aided Professor Kain P. Crow in numerous pet projects and is capable of operating most robotics creations within sites 12, 19, 35, and the SCPS Guardian.​
• Physics - Being both skilled in theoretical physics and proven physics, Dr. Gears has proven himself useful to the Foundation on a variety of cases in which he has predicted how spacial SCPs would react to different stimuli.​
• Various Types of Engineering - Similar to his knowledge of physics, Dr. Gears tends to be ahead of the curve and can easily dissect various mechanisms with little effort, relying on the 'black box theory' to predict how a mechanism may work and easily replicate it. This applies to most forms of physical engineering, but seems to become somewhat fuzzy as it crosses into electrical and chemical, though he still retains a basic understanding of most aspects of the physical and metaphysical world.​
• Technical Illustrations - Dr. Gears has a special talent for drawing, though it only seems to relate to physical items and hardly ever extends to being a hobby. Many researchers have joked that you would sooner see the world end than see Dr. Gears draw a flower for the hell of it.​
• Technical Writing - While this is a talent of his, explaining complex ideas, it only extends so far and often goes above the heads of many of even the most skilled scientists. With a degree of verbal communication, he has shown himself to be capable of explaining himself with relative ease.​

CAREER
Level of education:

Dr. Gears obtained a █-year degree at [REDACTED] University, where he graduated and quickly became a world-recognized researcher in the field of Quantum Physics, particularly as they relate to time and space, under the mentor ship of Dr. S. Maverick. It was through University and this post-graduation experience that he earned a doctorate in not only Physics, but also [REDACTED].

Past job titles and descriptions:
Formerly a co-founder of [REDACTED] alongside the famous Dr. S. Maverick, Dr. Gears served as a researcher who performed in-depth studies on the concepts of space and time. More notably, he studied the absence of space and time. Eventually, after leaving the company following a quarrel with his partner, he would teach as a professor at the University of [EXPUNGED] before being approached early in the foundation's development. It is now that he works as a Euclid-class object specialist.

Colleagues:​

• Dr. Alto Clef - Also known as 'Ukelele man', Dr. Alto Clef is a potentially dangerous individual that Dr. Gears has encountered numerous times in his field of work. Both being hired at similar times, there seems to be a faint amount of tension between the two with Dr. Gears viewing Dr. Clef as being a ticking time bomb of sorts, claiming that Dr. Clef has shown himself to be reckless with little regard for his actions on numerous occasions. Despite this reckless behavior, Dr. Gears can acknowledge that Dr. Clef has become more practiced in the area of planning his actions, making him a bit less dangerous than his early days in the facility. Dr. Gears views him as an acquaintance.​
• Dr. Kondraki - Dr. Gears views Dr. Kondraki in a passive manner, seeing him as being similarly reckless to Dr. Clef. However, he lacks the coordination that Dr. Clef posses, leading Dr. Gears to be weary of the individual. Regardless, he considers him an acquaintance.​
• Professor Kain Pathos Crow - A man turned into a dog during a failed test, Professor Kain Pathos Crow is possibly one of Dr. Gears' closest acquaintances, working primarily in the field of robotics and often being assisted by the older doctor on various tests and experiments. It has been rumored that Dr. Crow has joked that it will probably be Dr. Gears to 'Old Yeller' Dr. Crow when he starts to get slower, as his age has already begun to quickly show due to his transformation.​
• Dr. Glass - A bold but kind doctor, Dr. Glass is the head of psychology in the Foundation and was Dr. Gears' private therapist for a period of time before resigning under the statement that 'Dr. Gears refuses to engage in our sessions and therefore is being released with the assumption that nothing is wrong with him other than an exceptional lack of personality.' When questioned on the relationship between Dr. Glass and Dr. Gears, it is implied that the two had a falling out following the death of a shared acquaintance, Dr. Iceberg.​
• Dr. Iceberg - A studious but egotistical individual, Dr. Iceberg passed away recently due to what was presumed to be a suicide. He is referenced to have left behind a note, as cited by Dr. Glass and Dr. Gears on various occasions. No note has been recovered, likely to have been lost during Breach H02019-23-19. During his life, he was placed under the watch of Dr. Gears and excelled in documentation, constantly being denied promotion due to being useful in his present status. It is due to this, combined with stressful daily circumstances, that he would take his life.​
• Dr. S. Maverick - While never within the Foundation personnel, Dr. Maverick was a large inspiration the the modern SCP as it is this day. Being a large name within the science community, he had numerous theories of gods creating anomalous objects and creatures, many of which he claimed resided here on Earth. It is also implied that Dr. S. Maverick funded the creation of the SCP Foundation shortly before his disappearance. While few people have directly met Dr. Maverick, he was recorded to have been exceptionally narcissistic and a pure genius by all standards.​

BACKSTORY

Notable Events & Involvements:​

• Incident 239-B: One of the first major interactions with Dr. Clef as well as one of the most unpleasant, Dr. Gears attempted to ensure the safety of SCP 239 during an attempt on her life.​
• Experiment Log 914: A project headed by Dr. Gears into the SCP 914. This is a series of tests performed to change the status of various materials, items, and objects.​

As a child of two particularly intelligent individuals who held significant roles in the scientific community, Dr. Gears spent little time with his family. During the moments in which he was given love, it was professional and sophisticated love that left little room for him to act as a child. It is so early in his youth that he would first take on the emotionless exterior and it would be this same time that he would never learn to take on any other expression than bland nothingness. Of course, his role as a Gears child also lead him to receive much higher education than most children his age, leading him to attend college at the young age of thirteen and subsequently graduate within only [REDACTED] years, almost immediately being taken under the wing of Dr. S. Maverick, an eccentric individual and a brilliant scientist in the study of space.


With his passion in science, Dr. Gears quickly earned the attention of the man and would become a dedicated partner to him within only a few short years. Taking on the role of his counterpart so that they could cover more ground, Dr. Maverick would study space and time while Dr. Gears studied the absence of space and time. With this research, the two were able to make leaps and bounds in the scientific community, with Dr. Gears eventually even taking on numerous side projects to better gain an understanding of the physical world and balance his knowledge of both what exists and what does not exist. It is possibly due to this fact that Dr. Maverick would quickly develop a distaste for the young researcher which would lead to later tragedy.

BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following text describes a Keter-class cognitohazard and is level 5/[REDACTED] classified.
Unauthorized access is forbidden.

The following file contains text that are carriers for anomalous cognitohazardous influences. Due to this, it is imperative that all personnel accessing this file be certified as having a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of no less than 17.5.


In the 1950's, it is recorded that the two were near the end of their study and were only a few short weeks from publishing their data. While few documents remain of their work, with numerous signs indicating that they perished during Dr. Maverick's purge of the facility, it has been implied that they had developed a method to 'phase out of reality'. Numerous logs had been maintained on their experiences, implying that they had repeatedly both escaped reality and returned, keeping detailed notes on their experiences while in the void. Sadly, only scraps have remained of their experiences.

Dr. Gears has agreed to assist in the documentation of these experiences. Dr. Maverick has not agreed and therefore, his notes reflect only his statements salvaged from the purge of his documents. Editor 072 could not be traced and therefore, has not agreed, leading only surviving notes to be used in this document. Routine Psych. evaluations performed by Dr. Simon Glass have been included, as they are deemed to be 'of importance' according to O5 Council.

This report is compiled by:
001-50 - Dr. Gears/SL█
021-53 - Dr. S. Maverick
037-5█ - Editor 072
000-00 - Dr. Simon Glass/SL█
000-00 - Dr. Allen/ SL█
000-00 - Dr. Civil/SL█

Synopsis
On ██-██-19██, Dr. Maverick began experimenting with the idea of manufacturing anomalous creations. While his primary goal seemed to reside in developing object entities, it would later shift towards distorting both time and space to create reality-bending entities, many of which would later come into the possession of the SCP Foundation. During his experimentation, he would recruit and eventually attempt the murder of Dr. Gears through his own creation. This creation has evaded SCP capture and remains at large to this day, having only surfaced a few times -- all of which remain labeled as unidentified encounters with the keter entity.

This entity is designated as SCP-001, CODE NAME: Dr. M.G. - The Room Below

Notes: A clear timeline for these events seems to.. Well.. Not exist. All events described are what we were able to salvage through a combination of personal logs, official records, and psych. evaluations. The only real documents we got left over from the damn purge is the explorations which were found on Dr. Gears upon his arrival in [REDACTED]. Even still, this is about all we can compile on these events until we have more information. Let's just say, this ain't a full circle. It's pretty choppy and blocky, but it makes a little sense the more you get to know it. Maybe if that Doc Maverick is ever found, we'll have it all neat and perfect? But for now, all we have is this so get used to it.

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
This laboratory notebook is the property of Dr. [REDACTED] Gears. Unless currently archived, the care and maintenance of this notebook and its associated files are the responsibility of this notebook's author or the last person charged with its care. This notebook is dedicated to provide a thorough record of my research progress on the M.43 project under Dr. [REDACTED] Maverick and enable the replication of my path. Each entry will be record the project, date, and purpose of the experiment, as well as subsequent details.

Notes: Nothing major here, just standard documentation procedure. One notable detail is the title M.43, which is later refereed to under the title M.G.43 following Gear's partnership with Dr. Maverick, and is later identified as SCP-001 after coming to the Foundation's attention.

Exert From Psych. Evaluation x████, Date: ██-█-████

Dr. Glass: Oh yes, Dr. Gears! It's been a month already, has it?
Dr. Gears: Yes, I noticed you chose the same date and time, I assume this was due to my comment last session?
Dr. Glass: You said you like a consistent schedule, I told you I would see what I could do.
Dr. Gears [Hesitation]: Well I appreciate the consideration.
<The two take their seats opposite from each other>
Dr. Glass: So, since the Rorschachs rarely turn up anything, and TAT was not able to offer much-
Dr. Gears: Thematic Apperception Test?
Dr. Glass: Uhm, yes. It is used to try and tell the personality of an individual.
Dr. Gears: I described them based on the objective components of each scene. With as little substance as they provided, there was very little more to describe than the basic principles of each image.
Dr. Glass: ... Have you been researching my tests?
Dr. Gears: No, I have not. However, due to many of them being common and have their roots rather far into the past, I have a familiarity with each of them and have been able to trace them to different patterns based on different methods implemented by different doctors. As a more tame doctor, you have a tendency to avoid directly confronting potential traumas in your charges, excelling more in the area of listening to common daily problems such as a particularly stubborn D-Class or an in-depth rant on the topic of the food served in the cafeteria.
<Both remain silent for a few moments>
Dr. Glass: Alright.. Well.. Maybe we should face the dragon head on?
Dr. Gears: Pardon?
Dr. Glass: Sorry, just a saying. Uhm, I mean.. You mentioned trauma.
Dr. Gears: ...
Dr. Glass: Well, do you have any?

Notes: I didn't know I was apparently that bad at talking to people about trauma! Anyways, I noticed a few sessions prior to this that he had a tendency to respond rather.. Well.. Blandly to most of my tests. He could neither make out any pictures from the Rorschachs and would only describe physical perceptions in the TATs. I guess he already knew them ahead of time. That does raise a question though.. There's no mention of him seeking psychological help in any of his files.. Dr. Glass

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.50.1
In the development of M.43, we have manufactured a gateway into the the room and I have passed through. I write this as I stand alone in a dark room with no visible features, only a single wall at which the gateway is set upon, stretching out into darkness. The light from the portal seems to be much more dim than that of what was predicted it would be, though I cannot correctly measure the distance without any tools. I would hazard a guess that it falls short by only a few centimeters, stopping only about an arms length from the gateway. As it is difficult to view my notes in these circumstances, I am sitting beside the gateway as I record my findings. In my next exploration, I will be bringing a light and tape measure.

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.50.2
I have passed through for the second time and have found myself forgetting to mention a vital flaw of the first log; the sickness that comes with crossing the barrier. It begins the moment you touch the [EXPUNGED], starting as a faint wetness on the surface of your skin despite being fully dry. Within seconds, it seems to seep through the epidermal layer and falls deeper, primarily resting as a thick sediment within the muscle masses and stomach. While I better managed the first time, I found myself distracted by the environment I had surfaced in. I plan to keep a better document of my experiences, both passing through and when within, the room.

That said, I was overcome with nausea the approximately .32 seconds after entering the room and dispelled my lunch. Most of it is hidden by that inky darkness, though there is still a faint shine to it as projected by the dim light of the gateway.

There were two major discoveries from this exploration, both concerning light.

The first discovery was from my measurements of the gateway's dim glow, tracing it to go only about .609 meters from the gateway. With the other side of the gateway projecting a clear .610 meters, this was particularly strange, as light does not merely lose it's brightness in a room with no fog or clear inhibitors. While peculiar, we will be performing various tests to analyze whether this is a manufacturing error or something else.

The second notable discovery was in my flashlight, a simple 65 lumens, 60 watt bulb that could see crystal clear for about 45 meters in all of our previous tests. It could not touch the opposite wall of the gateway. When I shone it away from myself -- South, according to my cardinal positioning before entering -- it hit nothing. This means that the room that I am currently in, scribbling away my findings while sitting crouched in the light of the gateway, is over 45 meters wide.

Shining the light on the Eastern and Western walls, as well as ceiling, were similarly inconclusive. I am leaving the room.

Notes: While both of these entries explain his exploration of the 'room', which would later influence the title of the SCP-001, they provide significant details of his research into this anomaly. Most dominantly, this room does not give a rats ass about anyone's physics. This is more-so confirmed in the next few exploration records, but the book was completely ruined in certain areas so we aren't sure exactly what happened between logs 2 and 11. For some, pages are missing. For others, they're either burned or singed beyond being readable. We know that Dr. Gears was present for all explorations and that he was consistently alone for each of them, but even his discussions with Glass haven't yielded much on what occurred. For all we know, he spent about a year periodically wandering through that damn room and didn't write a god damn thing.

Exert From Psych. Evaluation x████, Date: ██-█-████

Dr. Glass: Could you tell me about your family?
Dr. Gears: I was an only child with a mother and father, my mother working in mechanical engineering and my father working as a physics professor.
Dr. Glass: Okay, and what about your home life? You just kind of described what they were, not what they actually were.
Dr. Gears: I am not sure if I understand what you mean?
Dr. Glass: Well, for example, were you close to your father?
Dr. Gears: We lived under the same roof.
Dr. Glass: So you weren't close? You just felt like you lived with him but had no real connections to him?
Dr. Gears: I do not understand your question? He was my father and we resided in the same household.
Dr. Glass: Ugh.. Uhm. Alright, what about when you moved? Did you ever come back to visit your parents? It doesn't count if it was for business or career related aspects of your life.
Dr. Gears: I suppose that I did not visit often, as they were often just as busy as I was and did not have much spare time.
Dr. Glass [Hesitates]: Did you.. Ever visit them?
Dr. Gears: I came by following their deaths to collect a change of clothes when I was rained on while passing by the neighborhood. Other than that, I have not returned to that house.
Dr. Glass: ... Holy shit.. That's rough.. Uhm.. What happened? If you don't mind me asking, that is..
Dr. Gears: Burglary gone wrong. My father went downstairs to discover someone sorting through his cabinets. I was told over the phone by police that he had likely tripped while going back up the stairs to inform my mother, causing the suspect to shoot him and subsequently shoot my mother when she came down due to the noise.
Dr. Glass: My god.. I'm so sorry..
Dr. Gears: What is that like?
Dr. Glass: Pardon?..
Dr. Gears: Being sorry. Everyone says it. What is it like?

Notes: I think I was more upset to hear this than he was to tell it. I don't think he's ever told anyone in his life and yet he said it all as if he was talking about a story in the Sunday news! I don't get how he can be so emotionless about such a thing. Dr. Glass

Personal notes of Dr. S. Maverick
After so much blood, sweat, and tears, it's finally starting to get in full swing. A student of mine volunteered to enter it. He went in, he came out, nothing was different. All those fucking fools claiming that it would be impossible -- claiming that anyone to enter would be so horribly screwed up for the rest of their life -- look whose screwed now? Regardless, the kid is on watch in case anything weird does happen with him and I will not be authorizing anyone else to enter. Why risk breaking more eggs than you have to?

Notes: The validity of this note is questionable at best. Found in the scraps among Dr. Maverick's purge, it seems to reference a young Dr. Gears in relation to the room and the exploration logs. If it is a genuine note from the scientist, then the timing aligns likely around the first couple of explorations.

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.52.11
Using the rig, I was able to track my final displacement as 2.45 kilometers before I ran out of wire in the spool. Using a 760 lumens flashlight, I was not able to see back to my original position, as expected due to its 1.7 meter distance outside of the room. However, as I turned it back towards my initial South-bound direction, something fantastic happened. There was a wall.

It was just as plain as the others, smooth stone with no sort of features -- not even brick. As I turned my flashlight across it, I thought I had finally reached the end of the room. However, through further investigation, I noticed a single curve in the wall -- about .5 kilometers towards the West -- a single curve that indicated that our single room was actually a series of rooms and hallways. While originally compelled to abandon my tether to the rig and keep the position of the tether remembered while I went to ensure that my sight was not deceiving me, I chose to return to the gateway where I am now recording these notes. After all, my flashlight would likely only serve me another forty-five minutes, hardly enough time to scope out the corner and return to my initial position.

I have disconnected my tether and reset it for the next exploration. I'm beginning to think that I will need more tethers and more flashlights.

Notes: What did I say? A lot happens between logs 2 and 11. You'll see it happen a few more times throughout these notes. As for this entry, this is the first recorded incident of an individual reaching an edge of the main room in SCP-001, and to think it wouldn't even be a D-Class? This also happens to be one of the few circumstances in which an individual has held up against the cognitohazardous influences that this item projects, often leading people to disconnect their tethers and seek out the corners in the room. Something about seeing nothing around you and then a single curve in the wall is apparently enough to make people sever their only attachment to humanity. Hell, I still remember the time I watched a D-Class get reeled back in -- only a single foot came back to us -- shackled right up to our tether. Turns out the fucker had lost it and completely tore through his own limb, just to see what was out there.

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.52.12
I am joined by James ████████, also authorized to join the explorations. While I stopped experiencing the sickness of crossing the gateway in my early entries, it was oddly refreshing to see someone else lose their lunch while stepping through. I think I'll take him out to for a meal sometime after this exploration.

With that aside, due to the equipment being made at such short notice, we are sharing a tether which will allow us to advance six kilometers, as well as we each have three 760 lumen flashlights that should be more than enough to permit us to explore the wall I viewed in my last exploration. Due to the length of this exploration, we each have some generic packed meals and three water bottles. I will be recording our progress periodically and keeping a detailed track of our positioning to the gateway and making any notable observations as the environment changes. My partner will be keeping a photographic log of our environment which I will likely reference throughout this entry.

It has been thirty minutes since we have begun and my partner continues to experience nausea following entering the hallways. We are still able to faintly spot a light when we shine it across the room to the wall of the gateway. We cannot, yet, see the wall that I came to during my last exploration. We will be resuming our approach to the South wall in two minutes.

It has been an hour and twenty minutes since we began walking and we have not yet encountered the South wall. This is odd due to it only taking me about an hour during my last exploration. Perhaps it is due to our previous break and admittedly slower pace that we have not yet reached it. Even still, I find it odd. I have tried shining my flashlight everywhere and could not reach any walls. After replacing my light, I was able to spot it on the South wall with little difficulty, likely being only another .2 kilometer away. We will reach it within the next fifteen minutes, according to our current pace. [Refer to image 021]

I find it.. More odd. It has been an hour and twenty five minutes since we began and we have reached the wall. It is too fast, almost as if we had broken into a run towards it upon spotting it. Yet I know that we have maintained the same speed. I cannot explain how we would suddenly just gain ten minutes of distance. Regardless, my partner and I can see the corner in the distance out by the West side. We're going there now. [Refer to image 045]

We are at the corner and still moving. My partner wants to reach the end of this maze or come to the end of the tether soon so that we can go home. It has been an hour and fifty-nine minutes since we began. The corner has lead to a thinner and more hallway-like room. We can see both walls, each being only 1.52 meters apart from each other. Oddly, the ceiling seems to remain just as endless as the other room. [Refer to image 073]

We are going much too fast. I am writing while walking because my partner refuses to slow down. We are three hours and forty five minutes into our exploration. We are still traveling down the hallway, but I know that we will reach the end of our tether any moment now. I hope my partner has enough strength left in him to make it back after all this quick-paced trotting through the hallway. I think he just wants to go home as much as I do. I keep telling him to take a picture so that we will know where we left off before we turn back but he won't listen to me and claims he will do it once we reach the end. If partners become a reoccurring scenario, I will be requesting a new one.

It is four hours and fifty two minutes into my exploration and I do not know where I have gone wrong. We reached the end of the tether only minutes after I had finished my entry. Yet he kept going. At least trying to. Have you ever seen a single kid on the end of a rope during tug of war, trying so desperately to pull his way to victory, eyes bulging and face turning red as snot starts to drip down their face and tears well up in their eyes? I could have sworn I heard a horrible snap from his ribs right before he grabbed the hook on the tether and tore it off before tearing away down the hallway. I watched him run off, my little flashlight showing him darting away for only about thirty seconds before it happened.. Another corner.

Needless to say, I tried calling out to him, trying to convince him to follow my voice back. He didn't listen. I even considered taking off my own hook and trying to seek him out but.. Something was wrong. I don't know how to explain it.. I just.. You ever hear the joke of the gravedigger who is out one night and hears a little bell ringing so he goes and seeks it out? He finds the grave of a woman, little rusted bell ringing and ringing. He calls out to her, 'Ma'am, are you ringing this bell?' To which she replies, 'Yes! I'm so scared! It's cold and dark and I don't know where I am! Please dig me out!' So the gravedigger gives a shake of his head. 'Ma'am, it's 1946, you died in 1846. Whatever you are, you're not alive and you're not coming out.'

I thought.. Fuck.. I don't know what I think. I'm waiting at the corner and I'm not thinking anything, I'm just hoping I see him come wandering back and that he tells me he did it, he reached the end and it was just as dull as the rest of the hallways, then we can all go back and report this.

But that's not true.

I am thinking.

What I am thinking is that it will not happen.

I am thinking that I already burned through two flashlights and am getting close on my third. I'm thinking that I ran out of water hours ago and I feel like I have not eaten in days and that something is seriously wrong and that my clock is lying.

I'm thinking that I want to go home.

Jesus.. I could have sworn that there was actual.. Emotion.. In this. Never would have thought we'd get that from Dr. Gears, even if it were from a younger one. Still, makes you wonder, what took that little spark of away from him? As for what happened during this entry, we can only make assumptions based on former explorations we've personally conducted. While we cannot explain everything, all we can say for sure is that James found himself under the influence of a particularly nasty cognitohazard. It just compels people to go and seek out the end, the monster, or whatever the hell else they think they'll get in that damn maze. Still, there is one glaring fact that is shown in these documents and has been difficult to reproduce; Dr. Gears appeared capable of influencing the anomaly based on his perceptions and calculations. When he knew they would eventually see the wall because his math told him so, they did. Whenever he knew they would reach the end of their tether because their speed and time told him so, they did. We've only gotten a handful of situations where people have been able to do this, all being rather inconsistent. It's hard enough to find the damn SCP, nevertheless measure it. It is also unknown how the camera and photographs returned.

Exert From Psych. Evaluation x████, Date: ██-█-████

Dr. Gears: Doctor, I cannot help but notice that you are not initiating the session. If this is a test, I am not familiar with my role in what I am intended to do.
Dr. Glass: Do you want to talk about the recent events?
Dr. Gears: May I ask which ones you are referencing?
Dr. Glass: Iceberg's suicide for Pete's sake!
Dr. Gears: I am not aware of this 'Pete', however, if that is what you would like the session to be about, then I will oblige. May I ask what in particular you would like me to discuss?
Dr. Glass: Christ, Gears! You read his note! You know what I want to discuss!
Dr. Gears: I am afraid that I don't. There were numerous topics covered in his note, I am assuming you have a particular aspect you would like to cover?
Dr. Glass: He worked under you! He fucking looked up to you! He spent every moment of every day trying to make everything perfect for you! Surely you didn't miss him dancing around the fucking topic throughout the entire note! He killed himself because of you!
Dr. Gears: ...
Dr. Glass [Hesitates]: Don't fucking look at me like that, like you're expecting me to step around it as much as he did. He was my friend, Gears!
Dr. Gears: I am sorry to hear that.
Dr. Glass: ...

Notes: You don't need my fucking comment for this. Dr. Glass

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.52.15
I am re-entering alone. I have not yet been approved to carry a spare backpack in the event that James is recovered. With so many months passed, however, I am not expecting to find him any time soon. After a few hours of traveling, I still have not found the second corner. I'm about to return through the gateway.

Notes: There were a few remnants of notes of explorations 13 through 21, pretty much all of them look the same as this. Short and brief with little to no mention of anything changing. He also seems to be increasing his tether length steadily with each exploration. One of the more interesting entries, also one of the most tattered and unreadable, seems to imply that he brought a dog with him in entry 20, it navigating fairly nicely with him, even turning back when he began returning. As said, it was pretty unreadable, and therefore, has not been included. At least it is nice to know that any strays lost in there won't get lost. As a side note, these entries contain multiple references to Dr. Maverick, even eventually beginning to imply a closer partnership between the two. On another side, Dr. Gears also gets a bit more bland. Guess its expected when you someone barrels off into the darkness like that right in front of you. I would have followed him. and brought him back.

Personal notes of Dr. S. Maverick
After the incident with James, we have made no more discoveries in the room or 'the hallways' as Dr. Gears has taken to calling them. While I question the man's sudden change in attitude, seeming to no longer flourish with as much passion as previously, I continue to see that same little spark in him. I know that he can find his passion again somewhere -- even if I have to follow him into those dark and dingy hallways themselves. After all, we're on the brink of discovering something amazing.

Notes: Spoiler, this shit doesn't work out as planned.

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.53.21
I am re-entering with more flashlights, as well as 150 kilometers of tether, ten pounds of food, and ten water bottles. I will be taking this exploration with Dr. S. Maverick. I will document anything out of the ordinary that occurs.

We reached the second corner after two hours of travel and have chosen to return despite having about fifty kilometers of tether remaining.

Notes: I lied. There was apparently nothing wrong. So little wrong, in fact, that this becomes a reoccurring situation for the next few entries -- all just as fucked up as the last few.

Personal log of Dr. C. Gears, SL█
Project M.43, ██-██-████, Exploration of M.43.58.36
As suggested by my past few explorations, this project is beginning to dim just as much as the gateway, and yet it still holds the same amount of brilliance -- just hidden away somewhere where nobody will find it until they happen upon just the right key and twist it. We are nearing the end of our partnership, at least on my end. Dr. S. Maverick is a man just as brilliant as the flashlights we've been consistently hitting the walls with, yet I find myself at a crossroad where I cannot reasonably continue my efforts in such a fruitless project.

Sure, the explorations have become less frequent, but that is because they no longer take hours. Or days. I have spent weeks in these hallways, always longer than the last. It is almost as if he craves the dark and musty floors just as much as I have grown indifferent to them. He refuses to travel alone, yet has steadily chosen to pick through his workers by attempting to pressure each of them to 'take a stroll' with him. Every time, they are overcome with the grief of losing their friend and turn tail, leading him to turn to another worker and start the cycle all over again.

Every time, he inevitably turns to me. He always calls them adventures. They're no longer explorations to him. I have refused to permit him to see my lab book out of the desire to steadily wane the man off his addiction to these halls. Still, he pleads and begs until he cannot bear my consistent answer, always storming back off until he needs me to join him for another dark stroll.

I find it odd. Last time I got back from one of these trips, I can hardly even remember how long we were in those hallways, I got home and stubbed my toe on the couch. I've never even moved that couch and I slammed my foot into it as if I expected it to be nothing but open air. Perhaps that is what I was expecting though? After all, I've grown more accustomed to those barren halls than my own living room.

This is my final exploration. There's never anything new other than another twist in the halls. We've found five. I'll bet you there's a sixth.

I've brought a backpack. It is stuffed with a month's worth of food and water and some jackets -- the deeper you go, the colder it gets. Maverick tried to calculate how deep it goes. I told him it doesn't matter, the hallways are always 750 kilometers long before they twist and that he needs to keep an eye on the time. I'm trying to teach him how to navigate the halls alone, I already know he will do it when I leave. I don't even know how long he makes our tether anymore. We share the same one, he usually lets me know when we're getting near the end.

After traveling for a few days with periodic breaks, we have reached the second corner. He keeps telling me that checking my watch is making it last longer. While I agree, I've also tried to reason with him that it provides a consistent basis for where each corner will be.

It has been about a week since we have entered and I have chosen to use the excuse that I am writing in order to take a break. Even now, he believes that I am documenting where we are currently or something notable among these countless grey halls. My legs are sore and he is an old man, we both need some rest. [Remaining of page is filled with sketches of an unending thin hallway with a silhouette male standing by one side of it, facing the one sketching it.]

It has been two weeks. Dr. Maverick attempted to snatch my watch from me today. I am beginning to grow weary of the man and have started sleeping with the item clutched in my fist. Nonetheless, I know that he would become lost among these hallways if not for me keeping track of our progress. Oh, and we reached the sixth corner. I'll try talking him into turning back after a few more minutes of rest. Moving among these compact walls is a bland and tiring endeavor.

I have been abandoned. This time, I do not even have the tether to guide me. After awakening to having my hand smashed under Dr. Maverick's foot, breaking the clock and sending pieces of glass into my skin, my head was promptly given the same treatment. My notebook and backpack is still here. Ransacked, but still containing a few meals and waters that he dropped while running away, and my notebook was clearly read. Pages of my work have been torn out, entire entries that are completely lost.

I have carefully brought myself back up to a sitting position against one of the walls following the rude awakening, my head still pounding, and have chosen to both read over my past entries and write this new one. Oddly, I know what is the worst part about this circumstance. It is not the broken watch. It is not the limited food. It is not the two remaining bottles of water. It is not the desecration of my notebook. It is that as I am looking out beside me, I have noticed that my tether is missing and that the halls cross in two different paths that they did not formerly.

As if the hallways themselves have shifted, taking away my sense of direction with the tether itself, I have no other options than to pick a direction and hope for the best. There are no calculations that can save me, or physics that can tell me where to go. I have a fifty percent chance of finding my way back to the gateway.

Who knows, maybe I'll see James again? Regardless, I will not be writing again. My time is very limited.

Notes: This is the end of where Dr. S. Maverick is noted by Dr. Gears. Just like that, poof, he never references him again. Hell, if someone did that to me, I'd have them by the neck. But no, he just.. Stops writing about him. Even now, he'll barely ever say more than a few words when asked about the famed scientist. None of which ever reference his betrayal or their work on.. This. Another strange note that I've just noticed, there's implied to be 37 exploration documents, as shown by the Editor 072, yet there's not even a reference to any Editor 072 in this entire document. Hell is up with that? Anyways, it is suggested that Mackerick found his way back and purged all his documents on the hallways, even the gateway. Did a shit job too. Guess who had to cover it all up?

Introduction x████, Date: ██-█-████
Subject was approached after an evening class for [REDACTED].

O5-██: I'm really sorry to bother you, but do you have a moment? I want to ask a few questions if that's alright?
Dr. Gears: My office hours are reserved for students, not the press. Please leave my facilities.
O5-██: I know your involvement in the Maverick project, the one that was oddly covered up when you found yourself stumbling from Mount Chopek in Slovakia in the late 60's. You know, hiding broken gateways, administering mild to severe amnesia, and hiding a whole fucking reality separate than our own is a pretty big thing. Wouldn't you agree? Oh, and not to mention, paying hospital bills.
Dr. Gears: Who are you?
O5-██: We're the ones who have an offer for you. Let's sit down.

Notes: Full fucking circle.

Conclusion
While no straight answers could be earned from Dr. Gear's, we're confident we have the story pieced together enough to have a basic understanding of what happened. Honestly, that's all we need. Guy gets smarts from his parents, joins a celebrity scientist with a secret pet project, ends up getting screwed over by said celebrity scientist, lucky bastard turns the right way and winds up in Slovakia. It's pretty typical. Besides, Dr. Gears wasn't lying when he told us he couldn't create another gateway. We still have people vanish now and then, even sometimes getting a small gateway open ourselves. Never find anything as grand as that so we're starting to thing it opens into a different area of whatever that damn room is every time. With that aside, we have what we need and we'll find a way to get more.


If you have found this note, then I need to get this off my chest. If I did not do my job and alert at least someone, then I would not be able to live with myself. I lied. I can't say how far this lie stretches, as even I am uncertain on the specifics. To put it simply, those were not my entries in the notebook -- at least not my final entries. There were many more. After all, the hallway had two directions that I could follow. Two paths, and I took the wrong one. There is so much more that I cannot tell you. Avoid hallways if you do not know where they lead.​