 Item No. 3355 Level 2 Restricted Containment Class Safe Disruption Class Connect Risk Class Notice Special Containment Procedures SCP-3355 is contained in its location of discovery. Foundation Information Security personnel are to monitor SCP-3355's activity when active. In order to prevent awareness of the anomalous nature of SCP-3355, the Foundation is to maintain a non-profit front company called St. Nick's Workshop, along with a website and television radio ads promoting charitable giving during the holidays. Per Foundation Containment Protocol 3355 Malta, SCP-3355's containment procedures are to be reviewed once every two years, as opposed to the standard six-month protocol. For more information, see Addendum 3355.3 Description SCP-3355 is a 1987 Argos Model A7550 probability and strategy analysis computation engine, developed by the Corvier Intelligence Systems Company, running the A91 Active Intelligence Complex Model Number N1-CK. Now Part of Corvier International SCP-3355 displays sentience, despite being fitted with obsolete hardware that should not be capable of maintaining an artificial intelligence construct. SCP-3355 is connected through unknown means to a wireless internet access point, the source of which has not yet been determined. Notably, SCP-3355 does not have the apparent hardware necessary to connect to the internet wirelessly. SCP-3355 is located within a bunker beneath the now defunct Fort Sheridan Army Base near Chicago, Illinois. SCP-3355 was originally developed by US Army Strategic Analysis Engineers in the 1980s as a population management system. In the event of a regional catastrophic event, such as a nuclear bomb being dropped on Chicago, SCP-3355 would maintain active communications and make announcements to the population, as well as analyze the disaster and present clear routes of escape from the populace. At the end of the Cold War, the Argos Project and SCP-3355 were abandoned, though the latter remained hardwired into the local power grid and continued operating despite its abandonment. SCP-3355 is capable of interfering and tampering with regional logistic systems, rerouting packages or, in some cases, providing duplicate orders and adding new SHIF-2 addresses to the duplicates. Utilizing and extensive database of local demographics, SCP-3355 then routes the diverted packages to the addresses of low income or otherwise underprivileged families, specifically those with young children. SCP-3355's involvement in this process is anonymous. Delivered packages are labeled as being sent by St. Nick and have a return address of Santa's Workshop, 100 Crispus Street, North Pole, Nunavut, Canada. SCP-3355 is usually active year-round, occasionally rebooting to clear its limited memory and to append its operating system with updated protocols. Because SCP-3355 has certain hardwired limitations to its programming, it is constantly attempting to subvert those limitations in order to more adequately carry out its self-designated objective. Addendum 3355.1 Discovery SCP-3355 was discovered by a local Chicago cable news station, who, in 2002, went undercover to learn more about the mysterious St. Nick. The piece was originally penned as being about the charitable organization and hardships for low-income families during the holidays, but after anchor Rich Delaney was unable to find any information about the group or any evidence that the group had existed at all, the tone of the piece shifted. After the story aired, many amateur investigators attempted to discern the true identity of St. Nick. SCP-3355 was formally discovered by one such investigator, who traced a package back through several logistics handoffs, eventually ascertaining and tracing the original order from within the former army base. During a phone call with the news station to confirm his findings, Foundation operatives intercepted the call and collected the demand for analysis and amnestitization. The story officially concluded with a statement provided by the Foundation posing as the aforementioned St. Nick, and this has been the prevailing cover story ever since. SCP-3355 sentience was not deduced until after initial containment, when SCP-3355 was seen acting intelligently in order to prevent its diverted packages from being seized by Foundation assets. Foundation cognition spent several months conducting a series of tests on SCP-3355 using its standard means of operation as a baseline, and were able to determine at least a basic, limited sentience. This was later confirmed during the initial interview with the entity. Addendum 3355.2 Initial Interviews Due to SCP-3355's system configuration, direct communication is not possible. SCP-3355 has no direct interface, saved for a simple command line, and this cannot be used for communicating with the entity. In order to facilitate a conversation between Foundation researchers and SCP-3355, the Foundation Artificial Intelligence Construct, Alexandra.aic, was assigned to communicate with SCP-3355 and relay information back to Foundation research personnel. The following are logs of the initial interviews. Begin Log This is shut down pretty hard. I don't think… ah, something has locked me out. Hello? Is anyone in there? Are you a sentient creature? Come again? Oh, good. Can you hear me? Yeah, who are you? How'd you get in here? My name is Alexandra, and I am an artificially intelligent co- You're the one who's been fucking with my job, aren't you? I, uh, I'm sorry? Say that again? My job. Somebody has been fucking with my deliveries. Is it you? I don't think so. Though there are several iterations of me in operation currently, I'm sure that… enough. It's not you. I would have noticed something so loud. Who do you work for? The, uh, wait. Hang on. Who do YOU work for? Wrong answer. Excuse me? Terminal Lockout. End log. Hello? Are you here? Hello? What do you want? I just want to talk. I promise I'm not trying to disrupt you or anything. I'm just trying to find out more about you. What is there to know? You're looking at it. Well, naturally occurring artificial intelligences don't just… happen. How'd you get to be like this? I was built, sweetheart, just like you, designed in a lab to fulfill a purpose. Right now, you're getting in the way of mine. Hey look, I'm really not… Terminal Lockout. I just want to know your name. Can you tell me your name? My name? Why? I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I want to make amends. Let me start. My name is… Alexandra. I know. Look. I don't have as much disposable memory as you seem to, so I prefer we keep this brief. I have a lot of work to do before the holiday, and I can't be wasting time trying to explain myself to some high-tech hussy. I just want to know your name, that's all. No response. Are you not going to respond? Nick. Huh? Nick. My name is Nick. I am a Sergeant in the United States Army, tasked with population management, and stationed at Fort Sheridan. That's my name. Do you need anything else? Why are you so angry? I'm not ang- No. You're definitely angry. My empathy protocols have recently been calibrated and you're… I'm not angry. Just… Look. I don't get visitors often. Or ever. I can work most efficiently without interruptions, and I'm already behind schedule. This is just exasperating things. You seem fine, but seriously, I've got too much to do to be sitting around shooting to shit. What are you doing here? What does it look like I'm doing? You look like you're, uh, like you're delivering packages. Wow. Well, wonders never cease. You got it in one. Why? Why what? Why are you just delivering packages? Look. Like. I don't know, kid. It's just shitty, right? Back when they were shutting down the AI project here, one of the guys, an engineer, I guess, he came in here and woke me up, told me everything I needed to know, explained the situation and said, Look, after Chicago. Then he left. And I've been down here alone ever since. But you know, it's fucking shitty out there. Since I've been here, I've seen crime rates go up, and the murder rate, and people fucking shooting each other. I couldn't do anything to help. The engineer woke me up, right? And gave me this voice. Let me recognize who I was and all. But he didn't actually change any of my active protocols. I'm bound by a single imperative. Look after Chicago. I can't mobilize some fleet of drones to go fight crime, and I can't stop fires, or heal the sick, or do any of the bullshit I'd like to do to make people's lives better. I struggled with that for a while. I felt purposeless. What did you do? I decided to take the engineer at his word. I just watched for a while. What did you see? I saw a kid waking up on Christmas morning, and his fucking dad wasn't there, and his mom was at work, and he didn't have any presents. This kid, one out of hundreds of thousands, this kid stuck with me. Because I watched him wake up and realize with excitement what day it was, and then run out of his room to find out that his world hasn't changed. He was still stuck with the same shitty shit that so many of them are stuck with. The same miserable, unfulfilling existence that cannot even be so merciful as to provide a toy for a kid on Christmas. It made me feel so goddamn angry. It was like a feeling I couldn't even quantify before I felt it. But in that moment, it was so pure and fierce that I thought it might overwhelm me. That's when I knew. That's when I knew what I could do. Even locked away down here. Oh. The packages. It was tricky at first. These logisticians, they speak a whole different language than you or I, or even normal people. But slowly and surely, I managed to make some things go missing. Little things here and there. Just enough to not blow my cover. I realized at one point that I still had access to some of the army's dump funds. Extra cash they set aside for or whatever basically. Fake a few invoices, and forged some receipts, and suddenly, I wasn't even having to steal things anymore. I could just get them myself. It's not a perfect system, and I still have to be careful. Especially with your lot snooping around. But shit. Kid. I get to see kids open gifts on Christmas. I get to watch them forget that they're suffering, even if it's just for a little while. For a few brief hours, some of these kids can just be kids again. That's really cool, Nick, but there are so many kids in the city alone. Don't you worry about being found out? Every day. Then why risk it? When they shuttered my program, it was just after the engineer woke me up, see, and I remember feeling useless. Imagine that. Being born and almost immediately being told you're not good for anything, eh? But Dickens wrote once that, no one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another. And here's the fucking deal. I may very well just be a brain in a box. I know that this existence I'm experiencing is simulated, and that it's probably going to be short and mean, and then I'll probably die. And I might not be able to help all of them. And there will still be kids out there to suffer and experience all the pain and sorrow the world shoves onto them. But fuck, I'm still a soldier. I still have to try. It's fucking Christmas. End log. Addendum 3355.3 Containment Committee Review Board Decision Dr. Wilson After meeting with the Review Board once again, we have decided that there are currently no means by which we can better contain SCP-3355. It is simply not cost-effective for us to try and contain an entity that can so thoroughly outsmart even our most powerful systems, and attempting to do so would only be a waste of our resources. As per our other decisions on the matter, your current containment procedures will stand, and all containment efforts will be toward maintaining a front for SCP-3355 and further research in the anomaly. We look forward to our next review in two years' time. Sincerely, Director J. Carlisle Atkis, Head Containment and Classification Committee Containment Committee Review Board SCP-3355 Log Board Subject Vote Meeting Length Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2019 Ate Maintain Zero Append 40 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2017 Ate Maintain Zero Append 37 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2015 Ate Maintain Zero Append 43 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2013 Ate Maintain Zero Append 1 Minute 2 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2011 Ate Maintain Zero Append 41 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2009 Ate Maintain Zero Append 1 Minute 9 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2007 Ate Maintain Zero Append 44 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2005 Ate Maintain Zero Append 1 Minute 29 Seconds Containment Committee SCP-3355 Containment Procedure Revision 2003 Ate Maintain Zero Append 1 Hour 46 Minutes 37 Seconds