SCP Foundation

В настоящее время мы почти ничего не знаем о состоянии д-ра Юэна Мары. Мне выпала честь работать с ним плечом к плечу во время его пребывания на посту руководителя Отдела изучения экстрамерных аномалий, и, даже несмотря на развитие диагноза, он всё равно стремился к познанию. Будучи в текущем состоянии, д-р Мара по-прежнему ведёт нас к новым знаниям, это единственная в жизни возможность продвинуться в парабиологии и пространственной механике. И, памятуя о его миссии, я несу эту ношу.

И хотя он умирает во тьме, своей жертвой он спасает тех, кто ещё живёт при свете.

Тест SCP-103 #1

Проблема: В настоящее время желудок SCP-103 целиком поглощает все формы попадающей в него энергии и материи. Поскольку в результате данного процесса не происходит рассчитанное изменение энтропии, был поднят вопрос о местоположении поглощённого аномалией вещества.

Предложенное решение: Вероятно, мы можем определить местоположение поглощённых SCP-103 веществ посредством добавления в питательный раствор SCP-103-1 мультипространственных наномаячков, разработанных Отделом изучения экстрамерных аномалий.

Результат: Неудача; SCP-103 занял также тонкий кишечник.

Тест #1 - Видеопротокол

Присутствующие сотрудники: Д-р Юэн Мара, руководитель Отдела изучения экстрамерных аномалий; д-р Джейкоб Рис, временно исполняющий обязанности руководителя Отдела изучения экстрамерных аномалий; младший научный сотрудник ██████ ███████, медицинский работник Зоны ██
Дата: 28 ноября 2007 года

«Начало записи»

<Исследователь сидит на стуле перед камерой. Позади него, возле металлической каталки, стоит фигура в медицинском халате с зажим для бумаги в руках. Над каталкой расположен большой шприц, наполненный бежевой пастой.>

<Он прочищает горло.>

Рис: Добрый день. Меня зовут д-р Джейкоб Рис, со мной находится д-р Мара, текущий руководитель Отдела изучения экстрамерных аномалий. Также здесь присутствует мой… помощник из медицинского крыла учреждения.

<Он опускает взгляд на SCP-103-1, лежащего на больничной кровати; сквозь него проходят провода и трубки, соединённые с различными устройствами, жужжащими и пикающими на заднем плане.>

Рис: Как он… оно?

<Он издаёт смешок, после которого э ненадолго наступает тишина.>

Рис: Прошу прощения. Никак не привыкну ко всему этому.

███████: Не беспокойтесь, сэр. Мв готовы оказать психологическую поддержку, если вы сочтёте нечто подобное полезным. Я слышал, вы были близки, поэтому подумал, что предложить такое будет уместно.

Рис: Ваше беспокойство принято во внимание, но уверяю, я в порядке. Изучив состояние д-ра Мары лучше, мы начнём разбираться, как его исправить. Готовы приступить?

<███████ перелистывает на первую страницу в зажиме и поправляет очки.>

███████: Состояние SCP-103-1 стабильно. Около часа назад анестезиолог проверил, всё ли в порядке.

Рис: Отлично, в таком случае можем начинать.

<Рис подходит к кровати и подкатывает за собой стол. Затем берёт шприц, подсоединяет его к венозному порту, надавливает на поршень и аккуратно кладёт опустевшую трубку на грудь SCP-103-1. ███████ стоит рядом.>

███████: Думаете, сработает?

Рис: Мы разработали эти маячки для определения местоположения в экстрамерных пространствах. Имея дело с разломом, первым шагом в выяснении, как его стабилизировать, должно быть составление карты.

<Он усмехается.>

Рис: Знаете, до… ну, всего этого, я и д-р Мара планировали использовать их для картирования карманных измерений.

███████: А это безопасно?

Рис: Мы не сочли нужным провести проверку на биосовместимость, но сейчас для него это не хуже химиотерапии. А ещё они довольно крепкие, поэтому не нужно волноваться о пасте, с помощью которой мы их протолкнули.

███████: Ясно.

<███████ делает паузу.>

███████: А не хотите, ну, не знаю, поговорить о нём?

Рис: Когда ему полегчает, вы сами сможете всё о нём разузнать. А сейчас сосредоточьтесь на датчиках. Они должны вот-вот включиться.

███████: В подобных ситуациях отрицание — частая реакция. Расскажите мне, как вы п…

<Рис прочищает горло. ███████ замолкает.>

Рис: При всём уважении, не мне рассказывать его историю. Давайте работать.

<Тишина в помещении.>

<На протяжении следующего получаса Рис последовательно перемещается между кроватью и столом, проверяя компьютер каждые две минуты. ███████ стоит в углу комнаты.>

███████: Есть сигнал от датчиков?

<Рис вздыхает.>

Рис: Нет. Но ведь это прототипы. Возможно, картирование отнимает у них больше времени. Проверю ещё раз завтра.

███████: Может, я сам потом проверю? Если вам будет удобно…

Рис: Лучше не надо. Давайте закончим сейчас.

<███████ // собирает вещи и встаёт в дверях. Рис обновляет показания датчиков на компьютере последний раз и с выражением неудовлетворённости отключает его. Затем он подходит к камере и замирает, повернувшись к SCP-103-1.>//

Рис: Увидимся завтра, Юэн. Обещаю, я по-прежнему в силах всё исправить.

«Конец записи»

Тест SCP-103 #2

Проблема: SCP-103, в случае разрастания за границы тела субъекта, окажется угрозой для учреждения и, в конечном итоге, всего мира. Механизмы, настоящее время неизвестны
SCP-103, should it spread past the confines of the subject's body, poses a threat to the remainder of the site and, by extension, the world. The mechanics of how and why SCP-103 grows are currently unknown.

Предложенное решение: Thaumaturgically binding SCP-103 to SCP-103-1.

Outcome: Success; SCP-103 has spread to encompass the large intestine and rectum.

Test #2 - Video Log

Personnel Present: Dr. Ewan Mara, Head of Extradimensional Studies; Dr. Jacob Rhys, Interim Head of Extradimensional Studies; Chief Thaumaturge ██████ ███████.
Date: January 11th, 2008

«Begin Log»

<Two figures stand in front of the camera on opposite sides of SCP-103-1. One wears short sleeves, and is covered with tattoos. The other wears a half-tucked button down shirt and loosely knotted tie. His face is red with sweat.>

Rhys: With all due respect, ma'am, now that I have the camera on, can you please repeat what exactly you plan on doing to him?

███████: Blood-based runes are some of the strongest tools a thaumaturge has when stabilizing humanoid anomalies.

<She crosses her arms.>

███████: That is, unless you'd prefer we cover his entire body with tattoos, but even then—

Rhys: No such thing will be happening. We don't even know how this will affect the rest of his body. How do we know this won't kill him outright?

███████: Runic-based medical treatments have been used longer than we've had written history. On top of that, you were the one who sought thaumaturgic treatment in the first place. This was cleared with medical, so let me do my job.

<Rhys pauses for a second. He grabs a towel from a nearby chair, wiping his face with it.>

Rhys: Right. <He clears his throat.> I did do that. Please, carry on.

███████: Thanks.

<███████ steps towards SCP-103-1 and places her fingers on its neck. Dr. Rhys flinches.>

Rhys: Is that really necessary?

███████: It is, doctor. I don't think they would be too pleased if they discovered you were messing around with a corpse this whole time.

<Dr. Rhys opens his mouth but says nothing. ███████ produces an ornate, silvery blade from a sheath.>

███████: If you're squeamish, I would recommend looking away.

<Dr. Rhys turns away, facing the camera. In the background ███████ removes SCP-103-1's pants and shirt and begins carving runic sequences into his skin.>

Rhys: I'm assuming you plan on cleaning up after yourself?

███████:(Sarcastically) Of course. I'm a package deal.

<After two hours, ███████ finishes. She places her knife in a tray of disinfectant and walks over to the lab's sink. Rhys speedwalks over to SCP-103-1, inspecting it. He balls his fists.>

Rhys: Please tell me after all of this, he's going to improve.

███████: I can't guarantee results, doctor. This is your experiment after all.

Rhys: He— It is still alive. My goal here is recovery, not experimentation. I just want to make sure this doesn't spread further than it already has.

<███████ walks back over to the tray and removes her knife, wiping the liquid off and returning it to its sheath.>

███████: That's… not what we agreed on. The rift is now bound to its body and will die when its does, but the rift will consume it eventually.

<She places a hand on Rhys' shoulder.>

███████: Personally, I would make that sooner rather than later. There's no point in continuing his suffering.

<Rhys forcefully removes her hand before straightening up his appearance.>

Rhys: Your input is noted, Chief Thaumaturge. We still have hope for his recovery, however, and Mara wouldn't have wanted me to give up so easily.

███████: If you say so.

<███████ turns and leaves the frame. After the door closes, Dr. Rhys kicks a table, knocking its contents to the floor. He stands in frame, breathing heavily, before walking over to the camera.>

«End Log»

SCP-103 Test #3

Problem: Spent fuel from the site's nuclear reactor presents an issue of storage and disposal. Current disposal methods are carried out under treaties with the United States government, but occur infrequently, leading to sections of the site needing to be relegated to store hazardous materials. Additionally, a large portion of site funding is focused on spent nuclear fuels, leading to lack in funding for research projects and other essential services.

Proposed Solution: Direct disposal of spent nuclear waste into SCP-103-1.

Outcome: Success; SCP-103 has grown to encompass 65% of the abdominal cavity.

Test #3 - Video Log

Personnel Present: Dr. Ewan Mara, Head of Extradimensional Studies; Dr. Jacob Rhys, Interim Head of Extradimensional Studies.
Date: January 19th, 2008

«Begin Log»

<A figure slouches in front of the camera. He is slightly disheveled; his shirt is untucked and his lab coat unbuttoned, and he wears a heavy lead vest. The footage from the camera is grainy. A geiger counter steadily ticks in the background.>

Rhys: Greetings. My name is Dr.—

<He sighs.>

Rhys: If you're watching this, I'm sure you know who I am by now. I'd rather skip the formalities so I can return to our conversation.

<He motions at SCP-103-1 and a collection of metallic cylinders sitting next to it. Rhys laughs.>

Rhys: You don't know half of the trouble it took me to convince the Ethics Committee to let me run more tests. I'm surprised they approved this one, but at this point, I'd take anything.

Rhys: In these cylinders are depleted fuel from the site's reactor that have accumulated over the past 20 years or so. Before he died, one of Ewan's side projects was to figure out what exactly to do with them. He hoped one day it would all just… disappear so he wouldn't have to worry about it.

<Rhys chuckles and wheels over to the bed, grabbing a cylinder.>

Rhys: Do you find this as funny as I do, Ewan? The universe is cruel in that way—

<He removes the surgical sheet covering SCP-103-1's abdomen, pausing for a moment.>

Rhys: Maybe with enough of these cylinders, the density will seal the anomaly. Your health has been improving markedly. Hell, you look pinker than a new born baby.

<Dr. Rhys slides the cylinder in SCP-103-1. A squelching noise can be heard before it disappears entirely. He rolls his chair over to the head of the bed.>

Rhys: Your wife still writes to you, by the way. She was… distraught at first, but I've been updating her about your condition in our correspondence. Your son has been enjoying first grade as well, big fantasy fan.

<He grabs another cylinder and repeats the process.>

Rhys: He says he's going to go on a quest to find you a potion that'll wake you up.

<Dr. Rhys grabs another cylinder but pauses before lifting it.>

Rhys: I think I would trade anything for some 'potion'. A panacea even. Maybe the next test will be transferring SCP-103 into my body. <He pauses.> No, you wouldn't want that. Stubborn, as always.

<He places the cylinder into SCP-103-1's abdomen. The recording is silent for the remainder of the cylinders, besides the fading clicking of the geiger counter.>

Rhys: But this is the best I can do, for now. I'm running out of cards to play. There must be something, anything I can use to get you back. A faustian bargain doesn't seem too bad given the circumstances.

<Dr. Rhys walks over to the camera.>

Rhys: I doubt I'm worth much to anyone at this point.

«End Log»

SCP-103 Test #4

Problem: Before his diagnosis, Ewan was experimenting with a way to contain and neutralize localized extradimensional rifts. I've been looking over his notes for the past month and I think he was on the cusp of something. The math works, I just need to make it a reality. This could be my final chance to save him, and I intend to do so.

Proposed Solution: Make this right.

Outcome: Failure; SCP-103 has grown to encompass 98% of the abdominal cavity.

Test #4 - Video Log

Personnel Present: Dr. Ewan Mara, Head of Extradimensional Studies; Dr. Jacob Rhys, Interim Head of Extradimensional Studies.
Date: March 23rd, 2008

«Begin Log»

<The frame is half-covered with a sticky note. Mumbling and shuffling can be heard from the other side, as can the scraping of metal. Something heavy falls, knocking into a metallic object. The word "fuck" is heard before the sound of scraping continues.>

<After 30 minutes, the shuffling ceases and is replaced with panting. The note is removed from the camera, with Dr. Rhys taking up much of the frame. His shirt is unbuttoned and untucked and stained with a mix of sweat and oil. He steps back from the camera and rubs his hands together.>

Rhys: Greetings. What you see before you now is nothing more than a testament to Ewan's genius.

<Dr. Rhys tilts the camera, pointing it directly at SCP-103-1. A metallic tesseract rests atop its chest, with thick cords interfacing with the object's sides. The device emits a soft white glow.>

Rhys: I'm going to spare you the notes and the math and the amount of funding required to build this; Ewan has been gone too long, and every second that passes by continues to be a disservice to him.

<Rhys sits on a stool and slides next to the device.>

Rhys: I was never religious, but Ewan was. He invited me over for Sunday dinner and his son told me all about the story of Lazarus. Now Lazarus was ill, and his sisters had sent for Jesus to perform a miracle to save his life. Jesus had to walk two days to get back to Lazarus.

<Rhys taps a sequence of keys on a keyboard and the object begins to hum.>

Rhys: 'If a man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because the light is not in him.' <Rhys laughs.> I'm going to return the light to you, Ewan. I'm going to make you whole again.

<Rhys stands, twisting a handle at the top of the box, opening it. The frame goes white.>

Rhys: 'Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again. I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth on me, though he die, yet shall he live!'

<The frame goes dark before the brightness auto-adjusts. Rhys stands next to SCP-103-1, gripping the rails of its bed. A mass of cords feed into SCP-103, partially consumed where they meet the edge of the anomaly.>

<30 minutes pass. Rhys stands next to the bed, swaying.>

<2 hours pass.>

<4 hours pass.>

<Dr. Rhys slumps over in the stool next to the bed and places his head in his hands.>

Rhys: 'Then Jesus therefore said unto them plainly…' Lazarus is dead.

<Rhys wheels over to the camera, looking down. His face is red. A single tear runs down his cheek.>

<He reaches out of frame, but pauses. His hand returns and he folds them in front of him on the desk. He sighs.>

Rhys: When I was younger, my mother and sister were both diagnosed with cancer less than one year apart from each other. Breast cancer and leukemia. I was a child then, and there was nothing I could do to help either of them— I could hardly handle being in the same room with them during treatment.

Rhys: They both got better, thankfully, but that changes something in your mind: you don't want to be powerless, anymore. If you have the ability to do something, to help someone, you do it as quickly as you possibly can.

<Dr. Rhys turns to look at SCP-103-1.>

Rhys: Ewan had everything going for him: a fantastic wife, an energetic boy; he was living the dream of more than half of the researchers in this site. He was a good man too, almost like the brother I never had. He saw that drive in me that nobody else did. So when he got sick—

Rhys: I made a decision, a really poor decision, but still the best decision I could have. He didn't deserve to suffer, not like that… not like this. I guess I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. I thought, maybe if I can just keep giving him chances, he'll get through this.

<Rhys looks away from the camera and wipes his eyes with one of his hands.>

Rhys: I'm sorry, Ewan. I've failed you.

<He reaches behind the camera and the frame goes black.>

End Log

SCP-103 Test #5

Problem: Regret and guilt are emotions related to failing the morality of the individual. They occur when one is disappointed and responsible for the decisions they have made, regardless of whether the outcome was expected or not.

Proposed Solution: Acceptance is the final stage of grief according to the Kübler-Ross model. Acceptance is when an individual finally recognizes their circumstances and, with clarity lacking in the rest of the stages of grief, embraces their future.

Outcome: