SCP-779 will consume most edible substances, with a particular 
affinity to milk. Consumption of milk seems to be remedial to 
SCP-779. Injuries such as torn wings and missing legs have been 
observed to heal in a matter of hours after consumption. 


Victims of SCP-779 will usually give most of their food to SCP-779, 
but will not allow themselves to succumb to malnutrition. SCP-779 
can exist in symbiosis with their victims for months or years, until the 
victim is cut off from the supply of venom. 


« SCP-778 | SCP-779 | SCP-780 » 


eventually. What good have you ever actually done? 


In its wake, anxiety bloomed. There was no greater pestilence, no 
hardier weed, than the constricting growth that was anxiety. It would 
sprout from anywhere and everywhere, wrap its roots around 
anything it could, and refuse to wilt or leave. Your rent is due. The 
air-conditioner needs fixing. Your sister needs help. Your 
grandfather will die soon, you haven't seen him in years. Flights 
aren't safe nowadays, you can't go see him. Your friends might have 
been killed. Your heart is pounding - this is bad. You're having an 
anxiety attack. Will you recover? What if this is it? What if this kills 
you? 


The two would dance around him endlessly, keeping his mind racing 
throughout the night. Simple tasks for others had become perilous 
quests for Adam - he hadn't slept in his own bed for months, 
defaulting to the uncomfortable couch in the superstition that he was 
more likely to sleep on it. It rarely helped, leaving him sore and 
exhausted in the morning; all the more susceptible to the twins that 
tortured him. 


Adam struggled to open the stubborn metal door of the warehouse, 
taking a brief run-up before bursting out into the light. He didn't 
bother to close the door behind him, simply starting the long trek 
home. His mind and thoughts were hardly his own, puppeteered and 
toyed with by depression's spectre. 


Donny is right and you know it. You're worthless. You fumble 
everything you do. Nothing you do will last. You're not even a good 
artist - you just stumble over popular ideas at the right time. You're 
pathetic. 


Adam sat in his collapsing chair, staring blankly at the screen before 
him. Colourful, energetic characters jumped and ran across the 
screen, but the man watching barely noticed. His eyes followed 
them, but his mind was elsewhere. 


GrayPhaser: You there? 


He wasn't. Even if he had, a conversation with Gray would be 


unlikely. In their childhood they had been exceptional friends, though 
they had never truly met. A chance encounter within a digital realm, 
one that neither remembered anymore, forged the beginnings of 
their bond. Limited only by their imaginations, the two travelled 
through all kinds of lands simply to tell their stories; towns were 
established, governments rose and fell, new worlds found, species 
exterminated. Fun was the goal, and by any means it was achieved. 


But the friendship was superficial and shallow. Time brought 
change, and change pulled them from the realms they had 
established to a place where their relation could do nought but fade. 
Though Gray remained forever close with the others of their group, 
their homes sharing the same region, Adam grew distant from them. 
Eventually they simply stopped talking. Eventually, they simply 
forgot about Adam. But Adam didn't. 


A day came when Adam mustered the strength to try and rejoin 
them, but his mind was quickly changed. The people he spoke to 
were not his friends, but vague echoes of what he remembered. 
They had become corrupted and vile, following a path of life that 
Adam dared not even consider following. He was repelled from their 
presence, deciding to burn the remains of the destroyed bridge their 
friendship had become. Not a word of it was spoken to anyone, 
either - Adam was alone in the world, no other would share his view 
of their lives. A paradigm shift had occurred, good was evil and evil 
was good. Adam would just be seen as the demon he saw in them. 


Without the bridge to his past, Adam could not retreat to his 
childhood. Without the ability to speak to others, he could not make 
a bridge forward; all he could do was stand still, and watch as his 
world collapsed. 


Adam spun his seat around, surveying the bland and empty 
apartment that was his home. Featureless white walls and halls on 
all sides, bland grey carpeting across all floors. Furnishings were 
minimal to the point of nonexistence; a single-size bed sat 
undressed in his room, covered only by a coverless pillow and a thin 
sheet for his blanket. A small couch sat in the living room, directly 
opposite to the thirty-five inch television. His office consisted of a 
store-bought computer, a bland desk and the chair he sat upon. 
Adding in the outdated fridge in his kitchen, the list of Adam's 


possessions became complete - there were no paintings, no plants, 
no statues, no prizes. 


He had gone shopping several times in the hope he would find 
something to liven up his home. But every time he looked, every 
time he pondered upon them, he simply found them... boring. They 
did nothing useful, they looked uninteresting, so he simply never 
bought them. Income was no issue for Adam - he tossed enough 
garbage works into the void to more than make up for his 
expenditure. Worthless art fuelled the boring life of Adam the 
anartist, who lived only to make more worthless art. Some life that 
was. 


His true works went overlooked and ignored by the community at 
large. He was an anartist, yes, but not the sort one would expect 
from the name; he was neither painter nor sculptor, not a maker of 
physical or visual arts. He was a wordsmith, a man who forged 
places and events with information and strokes on his keyboard, 
moulding them into the mind of the reader. And yet, the same 
dismissive comments came in, time and time again - "words are not 
art," they would say. "Anart is physical, visual, tactile, experience. 
Stories are not. Go make some real art." 


Few even feigned an attempt to defend him. Yokim was one of 
them. "This is fantastic! How do you do this?" Nothing but false 
words, half-assed comments to continue his misery. Adam could tell. 
He couldn't prove it, but he could feel their condescension, their pity 
for an inferior lesser. They were right - words were no art, and 
Adam's works were less than words. Art made a point, was 
remembered, stood out. Stories were read, then forgotten. Adam's 
probably weren't even considered. 


Adam had no hope of succeeding. He had no hope to represent his 
group, Donny was right - Adam was worthless, incapable of 
achieving anything worthwhile, meaningful, purpose filled. His work 
was less than filth, utterly valueless. 


Your existence is an insult. There is only one worthwhile thing you 
can do. Do it, you pathetic fuck. 


Adam did as his mind told him, opening a word document. He knew 


what he was supposed to do, the only way he could give his 
existence some semblance of purpose he could experience. 


Tap tap tap. He wrote. 
Tap tap tap. He wrote down the experience of his last few hours. 


Tap tap tap. He spilled his mind, his disgusting, worthless mind, onto 
the page. 


Tap tap tap. He remembered, and explained. The lifeblood of his 
soul explained his feelings. 


Within half an hour, the document was host for 1,970 words. The 
story of a worthless, forgettable man occupied the data of the page, 
wasting the space on his hard drive just as he wasted the atoms 
comprising him. 


Minutes later, the task was completed, the art now anart. A short 
time frame for a simple task, the page adopting a poor man's 
gimmick - once the file was saved, fiction would become fact, all the 
events within becoming true. A mediocre ability for a mediocre 
writer. 


It was ready. All he needed to do was finish it, add the last little bit, 
and it would be done. The only work of his that people would care 
about, the only one that did something worthwhile. The only impact 
he could ever make upon the world. 


With no reason to avoid the inevitable, Adam wrote the final four 
words - the most important words he had ever written in his entire 
life - before saving the file: 

And 

Then 

He 


Died. 


ADANA Protocol 


Heimdall Contingency 045- ADANA 


Abstract:- At present, the majority of Heimdall contingencies are 
oriented towards a military invasion. While this is not an empty 
threat, the possibility of other methods of conquest should still be 
taken into place. In the case of an ADANA scenario, this is an 
economic victory. Any HE that poses a threat to earth can be 
assumed to possess technology significantly in advance of ours. 
The dissemation of this technology would almost certainly make the 
majority, if not all, of human technology worthless, rendering 
humanity dependent on the HEs and causing a de facto occupation. 


Scenario: There are two main methods a HE species could use to 
cause an ADANA scenario 


1. Overt- the public revelation of the invaders’ existence, and a 
direct offering of alien technology. 

2. Covert- Secret contact with, and delivery of technology to, select 
human agencies 


In both cases, advanced technology would be offered, far in 
advance of humans. Three likely areas this technology would 
involve include medical (a vital technology, and likely to ensure 
positive feelings towards the invaders from the general public), 
industrial (again, vital, highly marketable, and gains indirect control 
over human manufacturing and other areas), and military technology 
(useful for ensuring survival and victory of human subjects, provides 
intimidation and deterrence for attacks), although for obvious 
reasons, this list is neither exhaustive nor confirmed. 


Once technology has been disseminated, either directly or through 
proxies, it would rapidly (estimates show at best years, more likely 
to months) out-compete and replace all modern technology in 
these areas. Assuming the HEs do not give humans the ability to 
construct these technologies, they could easily force the 


implementation of laws or other activities using the threat of their 
removal, or the promise (fulfilled or unfulfilled) of additional gifts. 
Alternately or in addition, technologies such as remote control could 
give HEs direct control of means of production, allowing near 
complete economic domination. It seems likely additional technology 
will be given to ensure further dependency. After an estimated 
years, all technology will be based on the alien models, giving them 
almost complete control over the human race. 


Protocol: In the event of an overt ADANA scenario, the Veil 
Protocol will rapidly become ineffectual (although it will still be kept 
in place in relation to anomalous items). In this scenario, the best 
method is to turn human opinion against the technology. This can be 
done by spreading information about potential harmful effects of the 
technology (real or otherwise), and/or to encourage xenophobic 
opinions towards the aliens, leading to a reduced usage of their 
technologies. Attempting to enforce legal restrictions on the alien 
technology is also to be implemented in all sympathetic legislatures. 
This is unlikely to end the scenario, but is likely to delay complete 
technological dependency. This time is to be used to obtain and 
reverse-engineer alien technology, allowing us to create it on our 
own and breaking dependency. In the event the technology is too 
advanced to do this, or reverse engineering fails for other reasons, 
the abduction and interrogation of HEs or human proxies is 
authorised (it is assumed, given the HE's ability to communicate and 
understand human reasoning, that they share sufficient mental 
similarities to humans to be usefully interrogated), although efforts 
must be made to prevent a direct hostile event. Once the technology 
is reverse engineered, the dissemination of this technology at 
minimal prices, utilising the previous xenophobic ideas, is to be 
immediately carried out. If reverse engineering fails completely, 
hostile action may be used with a unanimous vote by the council. 


In a covert ADANA scenario, the Veil protocol may still be possible-if 
so, It is to be implemented. In either case, the organisation or 
organisations that hold alien technology are to be destroyed by any 
means possible. In the case of businesses, full economic warfare by 
all SCP fronts is to be initiated, including industrial espionage and 
sabotage. Attempts at legal attacks and/or public slander will also be 
utilised. National bodies will be removed from power-in the case of 


smaller nations, assassinations and attempts at sparking rebellions 
or coups are to be performed. In larger nations, the use of scandals, 
public opinion, and possible assassination will be used to spark the 
removal of current government, and hopefully HE proxies. If this 
proves ineffectual, similar methods to smaller countries will be 
utilised. Secret organizations are to be publicly revealed, if 
necessary at the cost of the Foundation's own secrecy. The use of 
public and legal opposition is to be used to destroy the 
organizations. The reverse engineering of technology is still to take 
place. This may lead to an overt ADANA scenario, or a direct 
invasion—please report to the protocols for those scenarios in this 
case. 


In all cases except where the continued survival of the Foundation 
or the success of the ADANA contingency is at risk, the Foundation 
will not utilize alien technology before reverse engineering, and will 
not use it as a mass technology. The estimated threat of an ADANA 
scenario is a 92% risk of full conquest. With Foundation protocols, it 
is reduced to an estimated 46%. 


Likely warning signs of an ADANA scenario include the following. If 
large numbers happen in a short period of time, the council is to 
meet to determine the possibility of an ADANA scenario. 


¢ Increased UFO sightings and other standard signs of 
increased extraterrestrial activity, 

¢ The disappearance of technological devices (Attempts to test 

human advancement and suitability for conquest) 

Strange riots, behavior, or other psychological incidents 

(Attempts to test human responsiveness before invasion) 

Sabotage of human industrial progress (Attempt to increase 

human level of dependency) 

* Sudden, inexplicable advances in technology (May show a 
covert ADANA scenario taking place—investigate and, if 
necessary, implement protocol) 


Address to the Students and Faculty 


Is everyone silenced? 
Good. 


Good evening to all the University community. | trust | find you well 
in thought and in deed. | am here to speak to you on a matter of 
grave importance. | am sure by now all of you have heard the 
heresies of Milephanes. Much as we the Administration have tried to 
shield you from him, he has proven sadly resourceful in spreading 
his lies. | have heard his polluted philosophy openly discussed by 
those | had thought to be honorable citizens and students. This will 
not go on. 


And so | have brought you all here today to put an end to this 
pernicious strain of neo-Antiphonian ideology. Milephanes is a traitor 
and a revolutionary. He has turned away from his fathers. He would 
destroy the social order and natural philosophy that are the 
groundwork of our way of life.