[No discernible/coherent dialogue can be heard from Dr. Scranton for the first eight days. He cycles through periods of panic, confusion, and anger throughout, and it seems he was attempting to navigate SCP-3001 to find a way out. He finally moved close enough to the recording log on the eleventh day, though did not notice it was operating for several more hours.]
#2
…
#3
Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.
Favorite color, blue. Favorite song, "Living on a Prayer." Wife… Anna…
Anna…
#4
Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.
Favorite color, blue. Favorite song, "Living on a Prayer." Wife, Anna. She has green eyes. I love her very much.
#5
Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.
Favorite color, blue. Height, 178 cm. Weight, 85 kg. Wife, Anna. Anna, I'm sorry.
#6
Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.
Favorite color, blue. My wife's name is Anna. We got married August 12, 1991. I hope she got out okay. Please let her be all right, please let her be all right.
What the… what the hell is that? [It is assumed at this point Dr. Scranton noticed the flashing light of the recording module.]
#10
What the fuck, this thing's actually recording?
[Metallic clang heard.]
[Voice is highly agitated and panicked.] My name, is Robert Scranton. Yeah, yeah, my name, is Robert Scranton, former researcher at Foundation Site-120. It has been… I don't know, actually, I… I can't remember. I… I estimate it's been ten days, but, I-I-I don't, I can't… Oh God, can anyone hear me?! I-I-I don't know what's happened, I-I don't know where I am, and-and, please, please is anyone there?! Hello?! Anyone?! ANYONE?!
#11
No one can hear me. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.
#12
Why the hell is this thing even working, it can't be working, it SHOULDN'T be working, so what the hell?! I need to — God, I need to, I need to… see, how… long can I talk here, I think there's a-a-a cap or something on the recording log, and I-I-I can't see anything, I can only see the red light blinking on and off, I can't see any of the switches next to it…
#13
I'm really hungry.
Thirsty, too. I think I should be dead from dehydration by now, but… I don't know.
#14
Hi, little red light. Can you talk to me? Can you talk to… Anna, for me? Hello?
#15
I found the controls.
#16
Two weeks, three days, forty-seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.
Two weeks, three days, forty-seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.
Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.
Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.
Oh… Jesus.
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