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The following file has been flagged for review by numerous personnel. The Office of Information Records and Security is conducting an investigation into the documentation; typographical errors, unusual inclusions, and/or inconsistencies may still exist.

There are no memetic hazards inherent in the current file; it has been deemed safe.

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Registered Phenomena Code: 344

Object Class: Alpha-White

Hazard Types: Sensory Hazard, Extra-Dimensional Hazard

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Containment Protocols

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RPC-344 is to be held in a standard low-threat containment chamber with minimal security in place. The chamber is to be fit with a custom, negative-pressure ventilation system, directing the air away from central HVAC and out of the building. Non-344 staff are to be fitted with non-rebreather, N-95 grade respirators for entry into RPC-344's containment chamber, until they feel as though this is no longer necessary.

RPC-344-1 instances are to be housed in the adjacent Humanoid Containment Suite.

Sobs and whimpers from RPC-344 are to be ignored.

RPC-344 is to be entered.

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Description

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RPC-344 is an antique chest produced circa 1900. RPC-344 is made of elm wood and painted in a glossy, pastel yellow with floral decorations on its anterior and superior surfaces. The underside features the name “Ray”, which has been carved with, and then struck through by, a crude implement.

RPC-344 is sealed by a locking brass latch on the lid which indexes with the chest’s body. Despite this simple locking mechanism, RPC-344 is unopenable by all tested means and is impenetrable to radiographic analysis. The chest has a significantly heavier weight than its construction should dictate.

RPC-344's primary anomalous effects begin when in the presence of females, hereafter RPC-344-1. Instances will invariably desire to:

• sit or rest near RPC-344
• persuade others to gather clothes and other items for placement in RPC-344

Investigations are ongoing as to why some do not want to enter RPC-344.

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Addenda

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► RPC-344 Exploration Log ◄

RPC-344 has never been opened. The following is an exploration log into RPC-344. The subject is male.

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<Begin Log>

• You put down the document. It is difficult.
• You do not finish the document because it is hard.
• Difficult and hard things that are forgotten rot.
• You enter into RPC-344 instead.
• You rejoice.
• The scent is delicious as it is filtered by your lungs.
• It's larger than the universe in here.
• There is your love.
• That must be Ray over there.
• Why is he edentulous?¹
• Bones do not fold that way.
• You look and see if there's a letter.
• There is!
• You open it.
• It's from all the people who hate you.
• Its edges paper cut across your irises.
• Your pupils fall out in a slithery puddle and onto the star-streaked floor.
• They run down the way a bit and implant themselves into a desiccated skull.
• Empty sockets seek wet eyes, as dry mouths do water.
• The heart hasn't just gone cold; it is missing entirely.
• Where is the heart?
• What type of chest are you in exactly?
• …
• You exit the chest, happier.

<End Log>

► RPC-344 Exploration Log 2 ◄

RPC-344 remains closed. The following is the second exploration log into RPC-344. The subject is female.

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<Begin Log>

• You enter RPC-344.
• There are many worlds, none of them correct.
• A creature is devouring you slowly, thinking long where to bite next.
• There is an immense playground.
• A woman pushes her cold baby, blue in the face, on a swing.
• Its head is bobbing limply from front to back.
• The mother is smiling as if normal.
• Her red lips gleam glittered in the sun.
• A force inverts them in a fraction of a second, stiffens the swing's chains upwards.
• They are frozen, mouths gaped at you.
• Worry is made a stalking creature.
• An immense creature of flesh, in the shape of a mother.
• Tells you to dress for your special day.
• And to memorize each pen-stroke of your vows.
• To know each line.
• Because God is watching.
• And every time you do something sinful, you burn,
• He spits hellfire onto your pretty dress,
• Until you are completely naked in the freezing lonely depths of isolation.
• An infinite desert of thorns for a ground.
• A sun that each day grows bigger.
• As you grow older.
• And uglier.
• Until you can't recognize yourself.
• There's water and there's food.
• But there's no company.
• There's no one.
• Only your reaction.
• Slowly eroding away into thorns.
• All you can do is scream.
• All you will do is scream.
• And no one will hear it.
• They will just laugh at the lack of noise.
• …
• You exit RPC-344, not as alone anymore, but still next to no one.

<End Log>

► RPC-344-1 (6) Interview + Video Log ◄

Interviewed: [REDACTED], RPC-344-1₆

Interviewer: Dr. Edward Gallo, BNNP²

Foreword: Dr. Edward Gallo interviews RPC-344-1₆, a 27 year old woman and the sixth instance understood as such in containment. It has verbalized information about RPC-344 that was not given prior, such as the details of its retrieval by the Authority, and its prior owner.³

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<Begin Log:>

Dr. Gallo: And what else did RPC-344 reveal to you? Anything you can tell us?

RPC-344-1₆: Yes, would be happy to. She told me to go find preparations and that we could meet the man of our dreams at any time. That we need to store it all in case it is today. She's very optimistic despite her age, and I love that about her.

Dr. Gallo: She?

RPC-344-1₆: Yes.

[Dr. Gallo writes on his notepad.]

Dr. Gallo: What exactly did this "she" instruct you to find?

RPC-344-1₆: Clothes and jewelry.

Dr. Gallo: Testing observed you bring CSD-9320 to RPC-344. When you two arrived at the chest, you asked him to enter it. But it wouldn't open. He couldn't open it up. Why did you do that?

RPC-344-1₆: She would have, but it wasn't right.

Dr. Gallo: … I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't follow.

RPC-344-1₆: He was not right for her! She knew. First impressions.

Dr. Gallo: Oh. So if there was someone who was right… she would be OK with opening up?

RPC-344-1₆: Oh I'd think so, yes.

[Dr. Gallo leans on his elbows and his voice is quieted to a whisper.]

Dr. Gallo: Tell me… do you know what is inside RPC-344, exactly?

RPC-344-1₆: Oh yes.

Dr. Gallo: Splendid. Could you… describe it for us?

RPC-344-1₆: His body, however, was never recovered, but not because he died in the tornado. She found him, and curled in here with him in order to feel the warmth leave like dusk. She has one skin less than usual. There were some hazards on the surface of her skeleton; genetics. Her smile was the source while she was living; now all she does is smile and it doesn't even matter anymore.

Dr. Gallo: Uh huh. And… [writing]… how can we verify this? Any way you know how to get inside?

RPC-344-1₆: Yes but… it's hard to describe. It's… (struggles) (Sighs, frustrated) I could try to show you I suppose.

Dr. Gallo: Very well. I'd like that.

[Dr. Gallo and RPC-344-1₆ exit the interrogation room. They walk down the research wing hallways. Feeds from multiple security cameras are edited together to compile the following:]

«00:05»: Dr. Gallo and RPC-344-1₆ walk down the East Hall, towards the containment wing.

«00:09» From the security camera in RPC-344's containment chamber, the lid of RPC-344 is shown to spontaneously open. Scratch marks can be seen on the interior surface of the lid.

«00:11» The two begin conversing, nodding hello to those they pass in the halls.

«00:28» The two are by now engrossed in each other's conversation, noticing little else around them and almost running into several Authority personnel while walking.

«03:34» The two stop at the coffee shop next to the site cafeteria. They sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee together, conversing enthusiastically.

«13:34» The two leave the coffee shop, holding hands.

«14:08» They access a Level 3 Security Door outside of Suite B in the Site's containment wing.

«16:14» The two enter into RPC-344's containment chamber. RPC-344 is in the center of the room, per containment protocols. Conversation ceases, and the two stare at RPC-344 without saying a word.

«18:20» The two simultaneously and suddenly break their staring. They turn towards one another with their forearms embraced by the other's hands. They smile into each other's eyes.

«18:29» Dr. Gallo and RPC-344-1₆ walk towards RPC-344 in a solemn procession, each placing one foot out before the other and resting in stance before jointly taking the next step.

«19:14» Upon reaching RPC-344, Dr. Gallo places his left foot into it. The interior dimensions of RPC-344 appear to be a spatial anomaly, as he is able to step down to a depth of his mid thigh, well through what should be the bottom of the chest. He holds RPC-344-1₆'s hand and she assists him as he steps his other leg into RPC-344.

«19:25» Now waist deep in RPC-344, Dr. Gallo supinates his hands to hold RPC-344-1₆'s in his. He is slowly lowered by an unseen force or mechanism as he gazes longingly at RPC-344-1₆.

«19:28» A purple glow emanates from within RPC-344, and colors the skin of both Dr. Gallo and RPC-344-1₆. RPC-344-1₆ lets go of Dr. Gallo's hands.

«19:31» Dr. Gallo is almost entirely engulfed in RPC-344, now just his head remains. His expression is content, as if wholly relaxed. The two speak softly, and the camera's microphone cannot pick up the words. Despite this, the primary security footage captures his lips moving and can be read as follows: "I am afraid. I love this life and I am afraid to die. Please help me."

«19:32» In the obverse security footage, the lips of RPC-344-1 can clearly be seen and interpreted from the perspective. RPC-344-1's mouths the words: "I love you, Ray."⁴ The sound of weeping is picked up on audio with no apparent source.

«19:35» Ray is no longer visible and disappears into RPC-344.

«19:39» RPC-344's lid slowly begins to close.

«20:43» RPC-344-1₆ turns towards security camera 1 and smiles. She then courtseys, pinching her dress in her hands. She sits down onto RPC-344, using the sides of the chest to force her pelvis further down into it. Her hip bones eventually fracture and her legs are pushed straight up into an unnatural angle, her heels pointing towards her head. The contortion allows her to drop into RPC-344 unobstructed. She is happy during this.

«21:13»: RPC-344's lid closes.

<End Log>

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Closing Statements: RPC-344 has resumed its anomalous closure and remains unable to be opened by any alternative tested means.

None of us know who "Dr. Gallo" is. We fondly recall Ray.

We've pulled at the sternum with our hands and crushed it with our heels like making wine. Her body has been deleted; just limbs and a head, asterisking an organic pomace. Plenty of bone left to still be cognitohazardous. The pigment stains the floor and walls to this day.

It remains odd that some do not want to enter RPC-344.

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► Addendum ◄

History: The make and manufacturer of RPC-344 has been identified as Viewsworth Co, a mid-scale producer of furniture from the mid 1800s to the mid 1900s. Review of their products shows RPC-344 to be an instance of a hope chest;⁵ a typical rite of passage for of-age women until around the 1950s, generally used to gather household items suitable for unmarried young ladies who expect to become married.

► Footnotes ◄

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Footnotes

1. Lacking teeth.

2. Behavioral Neurology and Neuropsychiatry

3. This is consistent with all other instances too, although in most cases, knowledge from having been assigned to RPC-344 may be an explanation.

4. Dr. Gallo does not and has never gone by this name.

5. Aka a "dowry chest", "trousseau chest", "marriage chest", "cassone"

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