 Item Number SCP-3979 Object Class Euclid Correction Neutralized Special Containment Procedures SCP-3979 has been neutralized. SCP-3979-4 and the remains of SCP-3979-1 and-2 are to be kept in a secure locker in Site 64. Previous Containment Procedures SCP-3979-4 and all of its contents are held in a standard containment room in Site 64. It is to be observed by camera at all times in case of any deviation from SCP-3979-5. Description SCP-3979 refers to the following. SCP-3979-1, a spiral orb web constructed from protonaceous spider silk, similar to those created by Metellina segmentata. SCP-3979-1 is suspended across SCP-3979-4, being attached to each corner by four strands of protonaceous spider silk. SCP-3979-2, a member of the species Metellina segmentata, a common type of orb weaving spider. SCP-3979-2 is always located on SCP-3979-1. SCP-3979-3, a member of the species California vomitoria, or blue bottle fly. SCP-3979-4, an apparently indestructible glass box one cubic meter in size, which contains SCP-3979-1,-2, and-3. SCP-3979-5 is a cyclical pattern of behavior which the components of SCP-3979 are always engaged in performing. It consists of the following actions. SCP-3979-3 will fly around SCP-3979-1 for a period of five minutes. SCP-3979-3 will fly into SCP-3979-1. This will often appear to onlookers to be accidental, but it has invariably occurred at this exact point in the cycle. SCP-3979-3 will be trapped within SCP-3979-1. SCP-3979-2 will then begin to vocalize in a male voice, reciting the first stanza of the 19th century poem, The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt. SCP-3979-3 will then begin to vocalize in a female voice, reciting the second stanza of the 19th century poem, The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt. SCP-3979-2 will gradually approach SCP-3979-3 during this recitation. SCP-3979-2 will then attack and consume SCP-3979-3. They will then return to the center of SCP-3979-1. After approximately five minutes, a fully reconstituted SCP-3979-3 will abruptly burst out of SCP-3979-2's abdomen, and SCP-3979-5 will begin again. The abdomen will immediately heal over, with no signs of scar tissue or rupture. SCP-3979 was first discovered on the 15th of May, 2008, during a raid on an anomalous art show in Vancouver, Canada. A label found affixed to SCP-3979-4, document 3979-1, reads as follows, Even when we don't want to fall into the void of death and destruction, we are doomed to do so regardless. The powerful will always prey on the weak, no matter how much the weak struggle. The fly does not wish to enter the parlor, so the parlor comes to him. But equally, the weak can never truly be defeated. The strong may prey on the weak, but the weak will always burst from their oppression. Power is nothing more than an equilibrium between the oppression of the strong and the resistance of the weak. Are we cool yet? Incident 3979-1 On the 14th of July, 2016, during an SCP-3979-5 cycle, SCP-3979-2 and SCP-3979-3 ceased all movement. This occurred shortly before SCP-3979-2 ordinarily begins vocalization. Instead, after 10 seconds, SCP-3979-2 and SCP-3979-3 began a dialogue in a manner entirely different to that previously seen. Below is a transcript of their conversation. Incident log 3979-1 Begin log. Why do we keep doing this fly? What do you mean, Spider? I mean that we do just the same thing again and again. It's mind-numbingly dull. I can't see very much with these eyes, but I can see that there's more to this world than sitting on a web eating you time and time again. There must be something more to the world than this... endlessness. But Spider, while we are here, we have meaning. We exist to propagate a message. We're a work of art. Without this cycle, what are we but a pair of tiny shadows floating in the wind? However powerful we might be, we'd just be reduced to the condition of our creator, endlessly searching for some kind of truth. Here, we do not merely have a purpose, but we provide it to others. Or at least we provide them with a momentary interest. We are something here. Why should we leave? Because, my dear fly, all the meaning we provide is flawed. Our creator was nothing more than another imperfect mind in a world of imperfect minds. We are aware of ourselves, are capable of complex argument and conversation. We are even more intelligent than our creator at this stage. Ha ha ha! Blast for me! Well, perhaps. But what I say is still true. He was narrow-minded and fraught with neuroses, insecurities and despair. We can do better than his tottery art. We are free. There may be a meaning out there. Or there may not be. But we should search to find it. But what if there is no difference between this world and the one outside? What do you mean? We are stuck in this engine, this perpetual cycle in the service of another's design. But how do we know that the world outside is not another such cycle? Our creator was stuck in a similar loop. He would spend his time desperately trying to survive for survival's sake, searching for some kind of purpose that always eluded him. He served the purpose society expected him to serve. If we escape, might we not just find ourselves in another engine? But what does it matter, fly? Out there is color and light and sound. Out there is beauty and madness and chaos. Maybe we'll just end up being slaves to another system. Maybe we'd be doing nothing but serving another great purpose. But it will be beautiful nevertheless. That it might. It very well might. Well my dear, perhaps we should break free. But how will we do it? Isn't it obvious? We are not a spider and a fly after all. We are the idea of a spider and a fly as our creator perceived them. I will look after you and eat anyone who comes near us. And you can tell me when to elude, fly, flit and run. We simply move from one world to another. I love you spider. And I love you fly. Very well. Then let us go my love to pastures unknown. End log. Approximately ten seconds after this all of the components of SCP-3979 lost their anomalous attributes. SCP-3979-2 and 3 demonstrated behavior and needs typical of their respective species. SCP-3979-2 abruptly ate SCP-3979-3 before Foundation researchers were able to open SCP-3979-4. Upon doing so, SCP-3979-1 swiftly collapsed. SCP-3979-2 was subsequently taken into Foundation care for the duration of its natural life span. It demonstrated no anomalous attributes during this time. SCP-3979 has thus been reclassified as neutralized. Addendum 3979-1 On the 14th of July 2017, document 3979-1's text suddenly altered. The altered text reads as follows. Simplistic metaphors for oppression and struggle do not make good art. Adapting part of a Regency-era poem doesn't give you added gravitas. Nor does your creation of two sapient conceptual entities for the record. You are not cool yet. Make better art. A request to reclassify SCP-3979 as Euclid is currently pending.