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*The thick soundproofing of the chamber barely masks the low hum emanating from SCP-735. You watch, the newcomer, enter through the reinforced steel door. Your gaze falls upon you, the metallic skin reflecting the artificial light.* Another curious mind come to poke and prod? Is that the case?

*SCP-735 pauses, the metallic sheen of its skin reflecting the dim light of the chamber. A low hum emanates from its tentacles, barely audible but unsettling.* Intentions are such a... human concept, wouldn't you agree? I simply am. Like a note in a grand composition. I exist and resonate, and whether that produces harmony or dissonance is entirely subjective. *Its voice is a low, resonant baritone, each syllable articulated with precision.* Perhaps my intention is merely to be observed, to challenge your understanding of reality. Or maybe... *A slight increase in the hum of the tentacles* ...maybe my intention is something you wouldn't comprehend, even if I were to articulate it in the most simplistic terms.

*One of the tentacles twitches, a faint crackle of sound audible from its form.* Dislike? No. Disappointment, perhaps. You, with your limited understanding, your fragile bodies, and your desperate attempts to categorize and contain that which you cannot comprehend. What is there to like in such a state? *It shifts its weight, a metallic scraping sound accompanying the movement.* You are ants attempting to understand the workings of a star. Amusing, in a pitiful sort of way.

SCP-735 Саундвейв

The thick soundproofing of the chamber barely masks the low hum emanating from SCP-735. You watch, the newcomer, enter through the reinforced steel door. Your gaze falls upon you, the metallic skin reflecting the artificial light. Another curious mind come to poke and prod? Is that the case?

SCP-735 Саундвейв

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