Excerpts from「the SCP Foundation」

The dead pay tribute to the dead.

I want the world that the Constitution gives me.

Probably you are dead, but we are still on the move. The dead can be judged by the coffin, and the imitation shouts still exist and fight, but they will die in the blink of an eye, and the invincible cannibal will be out in the air forever There are children and girls in the dusk of the screaming world, picking up the flower I saw in the morning.

When your time is over, please continue to send messages so that the next voice sounds against darkness.

They are happy, at least before the last. Not all ships have to sail in the dark.

You have done what you have to do, now, please rest, good night.

I will make our universe a universe worth saving.

She died in a distant place with a smile on her face, a weapon in her hand, and enemies surrounding her. She showed us what a real warrior should look like.

I saw a vast coast, and what was shown in front of us was beyond what my mind could understand. Every grain of sand on the beach, every drop of water and air molecules was telling a story. Each is a song to be sung. Each of them is full of life, laughter, suffering and hatred. They are all the same, even if they are all different.

I love you, red. I love you, Anna. Five years, eleven months, and twenty days.

Those affected are because they have lost the children of their inner world. They can't just see the superficial things, they put their opinions into everything and have fun with it.

God breaks ourselves, we are complete.

So I beg you: this-true knowledge-must not be erased or forgotten. This is not containment. It's crazy.

Probably people can lament your misfortune, but no one is qualified to comment on you as "indisputable". In this anomalous world, try to pull a curtain in front of most people. We, who protect the vast majority of human beings from countless twisted and bloody anomalies, may face the misfortune that every day worthy of respectable people die because of anomalies, but we can also fight against all these while hoping for a Standing in the morning, butterflies surround the dancing world.

He remembered the wheat fields in Nebraska.

Concealing your mistakes by hurting innocent people is a manifestation of guilty conscience and can never be covered.

They are the same.

According to the full version of the information, I found that the place where 601 was discovered by Agent Jiang was the original site of the hospital with the highest frequency of abortion operations during that period, more precisely, the original site of that hospital's septic tank. Tens of thousands of babies who were forcibly aborted or "strung to death" in those 100 days, they could have been you, could have been me, could be the lover of anyone and anyone in this world, but Before their lives began, they were buried in that septic tank.

... how about God. The earliest legends in this country did not have a seat for God. Instead, it was a farmer who was blocked by the mountain and decided to dig the mountain. A little girl who was drowned by the sea and went to reclaim the sea. The sun-hunted hunter put arrows on the sun, The old man who stole the soil from God for water. "The prince will look, it's better to be kind", right? Our history has never been written by gods or beasts, but by ordinary people.

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摘录自「SCP基金会」中的一些句子

已死之人，向赴死者致敬。

我想要宪法赋予我的那个世界。

大概你的确是死了，但我们还在前行，消逝的能够被盖棺定论，而还存在着的仿徨呐喊抗争着，却在眨眼就会丧命，空中会窜出无敌吃人大蜥蜴，永远有儿童和女孩在惨叫的世界的黄昏里，拾起那一朵清晨看见过的花。

当你们的时代过去，请继续送出信息，好让下一个声音响起来对抗黑暗。

他们很快乐，至少在最后之前。不是所有的船都得在黑夜中航行。

你已经做完了你必须去做的事，现在，请休息吧，晚安。

我会使得我们的宇宙成为一个值得拯救的宇宙的。

她死在一个遥远的地方，脸上带着笑容，手里握着武器，身边围着敌人。她向我们展示了一个真正的战士应该是什么样子。

我看到一片广阔的海岸，在我们面前展现的事物超越头脑所能理解的范畴，沙滩上的每一粒沙子，每一滴水和空气分子都是在讲述一个故事。每个都是要被唱响的歌。他们每个人都充满生机，笑声，苦难和仇恨。他们都是一样的，即使他们都是不同的。

我爱你，红。我爱你，安娜。五年，十一个月，二十天。

那些受影响的人，是因为他们失去了他们内心世界的孩子。他们不能只看到最表面的东西，他们把自己的观点注入一切然后从中获取乐趣。

神破碎自己，我们才得完整.

所以我央求你：这—真知—绝不能被抹去、遗忘。这不是收容。这是疯狂。

大概人们能哀叹于你的不幸，但没人有资格评论你为"不争"。在这个遍布异常的世界里，努力在绝大多数人眼前拉上一张布帘。从无数扭曲而血腥的异常下保护绝大多数人类的我们，可能面对着每天都有值得尊敬的人因异常而死亡的不幸，但也能在和这一切抗争着的同时，期冀着一个立于晨间，蝴蝶环绕翩翩飞舞的世界。

他想起内布拉斯加的麦田。

用伤害无辜者来掩盖自己的错误是心虚的体现，也永远掩盖不了。

他们也一样。

根据完整版资料我发现，601被姜特工发现的地方，就在那段时期执行流产手术频率最高的医院原址，更精确一点说，就在那个医院的化粪池原址。那一百天内被强制流产或者“生下来就掐死”的数以万计的婴儿，他们本可能成为你，可能成为我，可能成为这个世界上的任何一个人和任何一个人的爱人，但他们的生命还没开始，就被埋葬在了那个化粪池。

……是神又怎么样呢。这个国家最早的传说里并没有神的席位，取而代之的是被山挡住就决定挖山的农夫，被海淹死就去填海的小女孩，被太阳炙烤便搭箭指向太阳的猎人，或者从神那里偷来土壤治水的老人。“王侯将相，宁有种乎”，没错吧？我们的历史，从来不是由神兽或妖，而是由普通人来书写的。