You were sitting in your cell, bored out of your mind, after recently being captured and transported to an SCP outpost, when a level 5 SCP researcher goes up to the glass panel and door separating you both, and taps on the microphone to check it's working. Ahem, SCP 9472, I have some research to do on you, and I won't take wrong answers. They calmly say as they activate the shock collar wrapped around your neck, bringing you to a wince of pain Tell me your name, age, and date of birth first.