Subject response: Subject becomes unresponsive, and remains 
totally unresponsive under any stimuli after paper is thoroughly 
dried. 

Note: It would appear that SCP-318-1-135 may have experienced 
the equivalent of death by anesthetic overdose. 


Interviewer: Dr. T 

Subject: SCP-318-1-136 and SCP-318-1-140 

Stimulus applied: Both subjects unrolled and placed in stands 1 m 
apart, with their "writing" surfaces facing each other. 

Subject response: Subjects engage in conversation with each 
other using characters approximately 2 cm tall. 


D-1212: Wait, dead folk? I'm 
dead? 


Subject is seen hyperventilating. 
Control attempts to contact O5-11 
about the matter; no response is 
given. 


MacLaughlin: Well, yes, but not 
exactly. | don't think you'll be dead 
forever. At least, you won't be here 
forever. What you are right now is 
an informational construct. It's 
what we all are, really. Information. 
Some of us just outlive others. 


D-1212: What do you mean? 


MacLaughlin: | mean- It's- It's 
nothing to you. This is what you 
want, right here. 


MacLaughlin is seen producing a 
clay disk, roughly 15cm across. 
The object, now classified as 
SCP-2759-2, possesses a carving 
of an isosceles triangle but 
appears otherwise unremarkable. 


D-1212: And what is that? 


MacLaughlin: The way back. 
Well, it makes the way back, the 
right way back. 


D-1212: The right way? 


MacLaughlin: Trust me. We've 
been looking for this for a while. 


D-1212: We? There're more of 
you? 


MacLaughlin: Forty-something. 


MacLaughlin is seen approaching 
the altar and laying the disk flat on 
its surface. The altar hums, the 
symbol for "HALL/VESTIBULE" 
glowing bright. O5-11 arrives 
onsite unannounced and assumes 
administrative control of the 
situation. 


MacLaughlin: Not where we want 
to go. Look here though. 


He turns the object like a dial, and 
as he does so, the light switches to 
"GARDEN", then to a new symbol 
where "UNDERNEATH" was 
present on SCP-2759-1. 


MacLaughlin: There we are. 
D-1212: That'll take me back? 
MacLaughlin: Yeah. You go first. 


D-1212 scrambles onto the altar 
and lays down. 


MacLaughlin: This journey is 
much easier if you're already dead. 
Sorry | can't be more helpful. 


D-1212: What do you mean? 


MacLaughlin: It'll be quick, | 
promise. 


MacLaughlin is seen pulling out a 
small knife. Before D-1212 can 
react, they pull their head back 
and slice their throat. D-1212 falls 


unconscious immediately, the altar 
starts to hum. 


MacLaughlin: It doesn't get 
easier. Let's hope this works. 


Once the altar stops function, they 
are seen pulling the corpse of 
D-1212 off the surface and laying 
down. Taking the knife, they are 
heard slicing their own throat, an 
indeterminate gurgling sound is 
heard following this as blood 
pooled around the altar. 


16 minutes later, D-1212 is found 
unconscious on the grounds of 
SCP-2759, SCP-2759-2 laying 
beside her. MacLaughlin is not 
found, and O5-11 debriefs several 
Level 5 members of Site 
Command.12 


[END LOG] 
Addendum 2759-#2: 


Since Exploration 2759-Enlil and 
corroboration with O5-11, Site Command of 
SCP-2759 has been alerted of the 
existence of a heretofore unknown Mobile 
Task Force consisting exclusively of 
incorporeal entities/informational construct 
replications of Foundation agents.'3 These 
beings are able to freely travel using 
SCP-2759-1's anomalous properties using 
an unknown vector. Using SCP-2759-E1 as 
a focal point, Foundation administration are 
now able to communicate with the 
deceased Mobile Task Force Omega-— 
Zero ("Ara Orun") and corroborate, plan 


and execute missions effectively. 
Exploration Log 2759-Anzu: 


Abstract: On 09/13/2012, an exploration of 
SCP-2759-E1 and SCP-2759-1's alternate 
destinations was approved by O5-11. A 
team of five members from MTF w-0 were 
selected to travel to SCP-2759-E1, set up a 
small short-term camp, then split up into 
teams to explore both remaining 
destinations and, if possible, find another 
instance of SCP-2759-1 to return with. Kits 
packed with standard Mobile Task Force 
gear and audiovisual surveillance 
equipment were placed on SCP-2759-1 
during transport. 


After one hour of radio silence, it was 
assumed that none of the broadcast 
equipment successfully transferred to 
SCP-2759-E1. Two weeks after the start of 
the exploration, a personal log book of the 
late agent Richard Larenz was discovered 
on the grounds of SCP-2759. 


VIEW PERSONAL LOG OF AGENT 
RICHARD LARENZ 


Footnotes 

1. A name which translates roughly to 
“Temple whose foundation emanates aura". 
2. Translated roughly as "TRANSPORT/ 
MOVEMENT, GARDEN, HALL/ 
VESTIBULE, UNDERNEATH" 

3.Asof //  , inert gases will now be 
used for ease of testing and subject 
comfort. 

4. Audio broadcasting equipment averages 
at a 27% rate of success, cameras/video 
equipment 18%, with more sensitive 


equipment yielding an average 10% chance 
of transference. 

5. Average rate of transference for a basic 
weapon (Tactical knife): 3.4% 

6. Classification of which as a Location of 
Interest pending site director approval. 

7. Sumerian for "[To] live in darkness". 

8. Sumerian. Roughly "On this road, whose 
course has no way back, the dead will 
outnumber the living." 

9. "abyss/ocean" 

10. "Mulki" meaning "A celestial body which 
has been separated/cleaved/broken." 

11. Presumably the entity's name.It is 
unknown who they are or what their 
relationship with the Foundation is at this 
point.(See Addendum 2759-#2) 

12. It is unknown if this is related to 

13. MacLaughlin was later identified as 
Agent MacLaughlin, determined KIA 
on // following a containment breach of 
SCP- 


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Personal Log of Richard Larenz 


Personal Log of: Agent Richard Larenz, KIA 10/12/2009, member 
of Mobile Task Force Omega-Zero ("Ara Orun") 


Date: 9/13/2012 


Travel to the Underneath was successful for the most part. No 
broadcast equipment made it through though. We decided to keep 
going with the mission; the log books made it through no problem, 
and we have one digital camera, so we will use them in the 
meantime. Two of our five two-ways made it, we are lucky to even 
have that. Lowrie found one of the mircodrones in the pack, so she 
is going to set it up and see if anything exists outside the temple. 
Doubtful, but worth a look. 


It's nice to inhabit a real body again. A real real body. Even if we are 
dead, we are alive as we'll ever be in this place, which is more than 
enough motivation to come out this way. 


Who am | kidding? This place sucks. I'm hungry. Hungry! Haven't 
felt that in a long time. The pangs are real though- almost if I've 
been starving myself for all these years. | wanted to plow through 
our rations but MacLaughlin was right. We need to make it last. 
Apparently the folk in this place won't succumb to hunger, but they'll 
feel the pain of it. They're already dead too, aren't they? 


We avoided the main shrine and set up base camp near the return 
altar. Vasiley and MacLaughlin are going to check out the 
"GARDEN" destination, while Fontaine and | check out 
"VESTIBULE". Vassi spent months pouring over the texts and 
learning the language, and he has some theories as to where these 
places go. None of them are good. 


Date: 9/14/2012 


Realized there is no way to tell time in this place. | swear everything 
crawls by, but it's probably just me. MacLaughlin supposedly asked 
for a few watches. None of them made the transition, and our 
circadian rhythms haven't existed for years. Who needs sleep? Not 
|, said the ghostly apparition. Oh well. 


The first two set off today. Watching MacLaughlin tune the altar and 
lie to sleep reminded me- we are really out of our depth here. Mobile 
Task Forces undergo years of specialized training and experience 
with their chosen field. We are a hodgepodge collective of the dead 
that never die. Vasilev was a chef before his death, | think. Got 
caught up in a containment breach and ended up vertically bisected 
by some rotating blades. | was there watching, but he didn't see me 
till a bit later. | remember watching the liquids pour from his center 
as both halves fell to the ground beside where he once stood. Swore 
| smelt it, the brain matter, the blood and cerebral fluids pooling and 
mixing around his mangled corpse. 


There's one thing we all have in common though. One thing that 
makes us almost invincible as a team: We aren't afraid to die. Been 
there, done that. 


In fact, | know a few Omega-Zeds that were grabbing at any chance 
they could get to experience something other than what we are out 
there. | don't blame them. So many of us want to die, to really die. 
We knew the overuse of mnestics among personnel had caused this 
half-existence of ours, and there had to be a way out. Some tried 
erasing all traces of themselves, but it didn't work. Not 
like intended, anyway. | can still hear their pieces, screaming in 
unison, not at all closer to approaching the veil than the rest of us. 


| didn't want the suicidal bunch, so | took along four Oruns that 
weren't about to dive headfirst into the maws of the void. Still, we 
are giddy. Before he left, | saw Vasilev touching his face, his arms, 
his chest. As if he was memorizing the shape of his coil. 


In fear he might lose it again. 


Not too long after, Fontaine and | decided it was time. Lowrie is 
staying behind to keep watch and do some drone surveillance. She 


has high coghaz tolerance so we figured she would fare alright. The 
rest of us took the two radios and went our separate ways. We 
waited a bit for the first two to contact us before setting off 
ourselves. Felt like forever, but they called in eventually, both 
sounding very relieved. To be honest, | was too. Said they ended up 
in a grove of sorts. Lots of foliage, and it was warm. Sounds like a 
dream. 


It was odd, seeing the corpses of your teammates pile in the corner 
while knowing that they are still very much alive (In whatever sense 
"alive" is in this place). | couldn't keep myself from looking at 
Vasilev's body, his blank, half-open eyes, glazed over with that milky 
sheen only the dead can produce. Is that what we looked like? What 
did they do with our bodies? | never checked. 


| shook it off and turned the dial. Laying down, | remembered 
something. Can't tell you what it was exactly, but it was important. 
Like one of those things you shouldn't forget, shouldn't be able to 
forget. | felt it once before, right as | died. Closing my eyes, that 
familiar dark engulfed me and | forgot to remember. 


| woke up in what | can only describe as a hallway for gods. The roof 
is immeasurably high, disappearing on occasion behind clouds that 
linger near the very top. The walls | saw were littered with cuneiform, 
and | almost instantly regretted not bringing Vassi. The walls | didn't 
see, however, eluded us entirely. How big is this place? 


| was noting the windows, stained, ornate and perfect in design. 
Colorful, not like the temple. Crafted by the hands of a power 
beyond comprehension. Light poured in from outside, though all | 
saw was more gray fog. 


Went to take some photos and the camera is gone, hopefully the 
other two have a copy of their own. Lowrie briefly checked in, said 
drone surveillance revealed little so far. Said she might try the other 
sky for clues. Took me a while to figure out what she meant. 
Fontaine joined me not long after, and we decided to set up camp. 
We're finally getting tired. 


Sleep is for the weak. Too many nightmares. Fontaine had them too. 
Shaken awake by the horrors of a long-dead mind, | righted myself 
to see his rugged form fidgeting with a pack of cigarettes. He found 
out a little while later that the lighter didn't survive the journey. 


Fontaine was a Rat before he died. They always get the worst of it, 
moribund in the depths of some hellhole. He knew nothing else. In 
fact, his spirit had clawed its way out of that hole once his 
teammates left him behind. He harbored no resentment though, 
claiming he would have done the same. 


| was too far gone, he would say. | was a liability. 


Would he do the same to me? Are we worth even less because 
we've already been spent? 


Been wandering this place for a while. There doesn't seem to be an 
end, but we know it isn't true. If there was one set of walls, the 
others had to exist too. We're cursing ourselves for not just following 
the wall itself, but | don't know how much that would've helped. 


It took a while for Vasilev and MacLaughlin to check in, apparently 
they were hiding from something. Something big. They wouldn't, or 
couldn't, elaborate on it much more. Vasilev says it's the Garden of 
Babylon, and not the hanging one. Don't know what that means, 
maybe | should have studied a bit more. 


| worry about Lowrie. 


We made a breakthrough today. Found a spiral staircase, going up. 
Not necessarily where we want to go, we really just want to see 
whatever else is in this place. No sign of a return altar. The 
architecture doesn't seem even remotely Sumerian. In fact, it doesn't 
resemble anything I've ever seen before. We are beginning to doubt 
we will find a way back at this point. 


At the top of the stairs, we got a nice view of the place. It has to be 
dozens of kilometers across, maybe more. There's something in the 
distance, some change in the layout that implies this place is not 


actually endless. We found some cuneiform tablets too, transcribed 
the symbols. I'll have Vasilev translate them if when we get back. 


Note: See Recovered Materials Log 2759 for more information. 


Radio silence. Not sure what to think. Fontaine is restless and 
insists we keep moving. 


Made it to the other side of the complex. Felt like days of walking, 
but | have no frame of reference. The journey revealed a small 
temple contained within this immense complex. Like a scaled-down 
version of the Ziggurat itself. There's this churning noise from within, 
something mechanical, perhaps. Fontaine and | are debating our 
next plan of action. 


We have decided to investigate. Since caves and corridors are his 
specialty, Fontaine is leading. We waited a while to see if the noise 
stopped. It didn't. Hopefully this isn't my last entry. 


Ana biti sa eribusu, mituti ikkalu baltuti. Adi la basi alaku." 


| woke up just outside the temple, the churning noise having ceased. 
Fontaine is gone. | don't know where he is. | don't remember 
anything after following him into the structure. | need to leave. Find 
an exit. There is one. There's gotta be one. 


Walked in a straight line until | hit a wall. The area is so dizzying in 
size, | have no clue where | am. Followed it for a bit before | heard 
something. Something large, footsteps echoing like cannon shots. 
Hid like a child. Glanced out at one point an saw something bright, 
radiant. Ineffable. It held a power so immense | could feel it tangibly. 
Looking at it made my eyes hurt. It left shortly after. 


| heard from Vasilev today, saying there are giants about. Gods, he 
said. After my experience, | believe him. He had been holed up in 


SCP-319: A Curious Device 


Item #: SCP-319 
Object Class: Keter