What if this was what saved me? What if this was what 
saves us all, every day, from the abyssal terrors that rip 
and rend at our world's fragile stability? What if me hitting 
"Save" on a text file was the birth of God? 


If it's not, then | tried. If itis, then | am watching. | will try 
to steer things right. It will take time. 


Wish me luck. 


- MN 


Footnotes 

1.SDECotW. 

2. This effect spreads to all forms of digital storage. Affected devices 
have thus far included consumer-grade computers, mobile 
telephones, and graphing calculators. Mechanical storage devices, 
writing, and physical representations of lists are not changed by 
SCP-001's anomalous properties. 

3. Original suspicions of cybercrime attracted the interest of the FBI. 
Embedded UIU agents in the FBI's Cyber Crime division turned over 
the object to Foundation custody after discovery. 


TwistedGears-Kaktus Proposal: The Broken God 


[SUBMIT LEVEL 5 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] 


Life signs detected. 
Memetic inoculation ascertained. 


Welcome, Overseer. 


Robert Bumaro, current leader of the Church of the Broken God. 
Date unknown. 


Item #: SCP-001 
Object Class: Maksur! 


Special Containment Procedures: Information on the 
relevancy of SCP-001 to the related anomalous objects 
are to be omitted from the respective objects’ 
documentation. While connections with the Church of the 
Broken God can remain available, the origins of the 
items are to be omitted or obfuscated. 


The inactive component of SCP-001 is to remain in its 
current location, and any shipping or diving is forbidden 


in that area. Civilian discovery of SCP-001 is to be 
suppressed, and amnestics are to be utilized in order to 
maintain classification. Persons affiliated with the Church 
of the Broken God who make active attempts to seek out 
the inactive component of SCP-001 are to be taken into 
Foundation custody and questioned. Information 
pertaining to SCP-001, whether physical or digital, is to 
be confiscated and contained. 


The inactive component of SCP-001 is expected to 
remain inanimate; however, should SCP-001 experience 
spontaneous reanimation, all active Mobile Task Force 
units at nearby Site-27, Site-44, Site-90, and Site-101 
are to be assigned to active countermeasures. Should 
this event (currently designated an 001-Apotheosis 
Event) occur in the modern world, it is believed that 
current means of information suppression would be 
insufficient. It is likely that an 001-Apotheosis Event 
would result in a SK-Class "Broken Masquerade" 
scenario2, and likely following that, an XK-class "End-of- 
the-World"” scenario. 


Extant active components of SCP-001 are not to come 
within 20km of the inactive component of SCP-001 under 
any circumstances. 


Description: SCP-001 is a collection of anomalous 
items, formerly a single, massive mechanical entity 
assembled by members of the Church of the Broken God 
in late 1942 near La Paz, Mexico. Items include 
SCP-217, SCP-1139, SCP-882, and several internal 
components of SCP-629.3 A full list is available here. 


Members of the Church combined the various 
anomalous objects in an effort to restore their deity. 
Upon activation, SCP-001 reportedly began to integrate 
metallic objects into itself while actively seeking other 
anomalous objects. SCP-001, and the resulting "001- 
Apotheosis" event that took place as a result of its 
assembly, was the cause of significant environmental 
changes in western Mexico, and required one of the 


most widespread use of amnestics to date. Post-event, 
the active components of SCP-001 were taken to 
Foundation sites for containment, while the inactive 
component of SCP-001 remained on the bottom of the 
Gulf of California, at approximately 23.807269, 
-108.418369. 


Addendum 001.01: Collected Information Describing 
SCP-001 


Transcription of statement by Father Jorge 
Castillo, August 1945 


Fernand was the first... | think, the first who 
contacted me after they had found the heart. 
The way they described it, the fervor that was 
in their eyes, it captivated me and | knew then. 
| knew that they had done it. 


| went to meet with Anthony and Salvador the 
weekend after my sister's confirmation... when 
they showed it to me | was taken aback. It was 
little more than a pile of gears, pistons, ticking 
pieces of clockwork and lubricated metal parts, 
all dutifully churning along without a power 
source. Within it | saw the heart, just as they 
described. 


It spoke to me. Not like you and | would speak 
to each other, but... with images, and feelings. 
And pain. It was in so much pain. Like the 
spark that had given it life had made it realize 
what it was, or what it wasn't, and it desired 
only to be whole again. 


Desire is a strong word, perhaps. Not desire, 
more than it was impulse. Something within 
the creature drove it forward towards some 
unthinking, unfaltering end. The creature they 
presented to me was not like the other artifacts 
| had found and blessed. This one was 


different, there was something wrong with it, 
and | did not know until later what they had 
done... 


| begged Salvador to take it back to that beach 
and undo it, that it was not right, but they 
would hear nothing of it. It started moving 
before | left, shaking enough from side to side 
that it could achieve locomotion. It hobbled 
over a wrench, and the wrench became part of 
its body. They said to me, "Our God is 
unbroken!" 


| never saw them again. 


Excerpt from an interview with Francis 
Bollinger in 1946 


It didn't use words, or any kind of language. It 
would make metallic sounds but at the same 
time... Images and concepts would come to 
mind when we were around it. Have you ever 
felt, when you have a thought or idea— and 
it's all there, born whole in your mind— you 
still had to think the words for it, despite 
knowing the sentiment before you finish the 
sentence? It was like that, but from an alien 
mind. Truly the words of the divine. 


Excerpt from an interview in 2007 with Trixie 
Silva, agent of the Unusual Incidents Unit 


There were a few Wolves — wait, you know 
what those are, right? They're like... like 
hunters, they work for the Horizon Initiative. 
They confronted us near a church in Santa 
Margarita, wanted us to turn in the stuff that 
we had collected for the Church of the Broken 
God, like the Abrahamic stuff we handed over. 


We deliberated on whether we should give it to 


them — our stance with the HI has been a bit 
shaky, moreso in recent memory. While we 
have been on good terms with the local 
Broken Churchgoers, the Wolves were more... 
well, are more aggressive. We looked over 
what we had, and while we did, this woman 
walked up. | don't know where she came from. 
She dressed like a hippie; thin, iron chains for 
hair, but she seemed distant the whole time. 
The look in her eyes, her abnormal smile, like 
she was hardly there. 


She looked at what we had and said she only 
wanted this, uh. | don't actually know what it 
was. A metal box, it whirred and clicked, and 
put out this little beam of light on one end 
when | picked it up. Felt lighter than | would 
have thought. | asked why that was important 
to her, and she said that it'd be easier to show 
me than tell. 


She closed her eyes and bowed her head. She 
didn't move or speak after that, so | closed my 
eyes as well. She brought her forehead to 
mine, but kind of offset. We stood like that for 
a second, foi muito estranho, before she 
suddenly moved her chin down, made me jerk 
down slighily. 


The world dropped beneath me and | fell. 
Something clicked in my mind, an image of 
two gears, formerly meshed together, now 
broken away. | felt the teeth of my spine arch 
out as | bent over, one step and | clicked along 
on the multidimensional cog that was the 
planet. It soun around the furnace of the sun, 
tethered to it by the chain that was gravity, and 
we hurtled together through an oily cosmos 
with all the power of an infinitely unwinding 


spring... 


...9-sorry. It was an experience. No, it was not 
a religious experience, but... yeah. She told 
me to pick the box back up and it felt a lot 
heavier than before. | couldn't tell if it actually 
had more weight, or if it felt more... significant. 
| gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything 
otherwise from the Wolves or my teammates 
or my superior. 


Image taken from Church of the Broken God information 


repository. Believed to be early incarnation of SCP-001. 


Addendum 001.02: Interview with Excommunicated 
Church of the Broken God priest Father Dolorous 
Randall, June 1945 


[EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED] 


Williams: Alright. You mentioned the heart 
earlier. Were you there when they found it? 


Randall: No, not at all. | was out of the country 
at the time, working with a new mission in 
Panama. | only heard about Ezekiel after the 
fact. 


Williams: Who was Ezekiel? 


Randall: One of Bumaro's agents. Before he 
was made leader of the church, Robert would 
keep a number of them around, these 
individuals who were in tune with God and 
could feel its presence, speak to it. Ezekiel had 
discovered an artifact of some value, and 
Bumaro took him on afterwards. These agents 
were the first to experiment with the 
augmentations, as well. As you can imagine, 
many of them died. 


Williams: But not Ezekiel? 


SCP-523: The Most Unhelpful Object On Earth 


Item #: SCP-523 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-523 is kept in a sealed 
room separate from the rest of the Site-19 complex. The room is set 
to self-destruct in the event of an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario 
to prevent SCP-523 from worsening the situation. The walls of the 
room have been laced with two (2)-millimeters of lead, in the hopes 
that SCP-523 will be unable to escape once again (see below). 


SCP-523 is to be removed from containment for experimental 
purposes only and doing so requires permission from Level 3 
personnel or higher. Personnel experimenting on SCP-523 should 
be accompanied by at least one person able to receive low- 
frequency telepathic signals. Personnel in the presence of SCP-523 
are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Performing 
dangerous experiments on SCP-523 is strongly discouraged. 
Removing SCP-523 for practical use is strictly prohibited. 


Description: SCP-523 does not have a consistent physical form, 
nor does it have any distinguishing marks by which it can be 
identified. It does however emit a low-frequency telepathic signal 
which persons capable of detecting describe as "a dull ringing 
sound." This signal can be used to locate SCP-523 if it "escapes." 
This frequency is also assumed to be the source of SCP-523's 
ability to short out electronic recording devices such as video 
cameras and blank out camera film. 


SCP-523 is able to "jump" across short distances while unobserved 
and disguise itself as any inanimate object, mechanical or otherwise. 
SCP-523 will disguise itself as an object that a nearby human is 
likely to make use of shortly. Once the human has picked up, drawn 
their attention to, prepared, activated, or otherwise demonstrated 
that they are going to make use of the object, SCP-523 will tranform 


Randall: No. He was very close to Bumaro, 
and | don't know if he would have risked 
Ezekiel's well-being. It doesn't matter, Ezekiel 
didn't need augmentations to speak to the 
God. He was just... capable. 


Williams: So what does Ezekiel have to do 
with the heart? 


Randall: You heard Avery tell you that they 
had a stockpile of artifacts, right? Anything that 
one of these agents touched, if they felt 
something they would have it shipped to La 
Paz with the rest of it. Most of it was worthless, 
but every now and then they would find 
something legitimate. The purifier, the one— 
whatever you call it, one of the agents 
discovered that near Nepal. They had tendons 
and ligaments and everything else, but they 
were all just parts. They would move on their 
own, but they didn't do anything together. 


Williams: How do you mean? 


Randall: The texts refer to the God 
reassembling itself once the pieces are 
brought before its heart. All you need do is to 
feed the heart a limb, and the God will have a 
limb. But they couldn't find a heart. There were 
(pauses) a couple of agents who had claimed 
to have found one, but they were all the same 
useless piece of machinery as the rest. 


Williams: Where does Ezekiel figure into this? 


Randall: Ezekiel was the one who told 
Bumaro that, if they could not find a heart, 
maybe they could build one of their own. This, 
at the time, flew directly in the face of the 
Church doctrine. The leadership, if they had 
known, would have excommunicated him. But 


it was quickly becoming clear that the project 
couldn't last through to the summer. | was sent 
in with my mission to resupply them after 
Ezekiel had left, and their supplies were nearly 
exhausted. 


Williams: Our records indicate that the heart 
was something they discovered. Is that not 
true? 


Randall: Of course it isn't true. You can't 
preach to a congregation about God giving 
parts of himself to you and then turn around 
and tell them that the most essential part is 
something you conjured up out of nothing. 
Worse than nothing, though. The details of 
what they did to create that heart and make it 
live were never revealed to me, but you can 
draw conclusions from evidence. There was a 
drought that year, and the polio crisis hit an all 
time high. Thousands died, all of natural 
causes. A freak event, never accurately 
recorded because of the attention on the war. 
Dios mio, but who can say. 


Williams: You think the two are related? 


Randall: | think the timing is too coincidental. 
And knowing what | know about what that 
thing became, | think the answer is clear. That 
was not the heart of God, agent. That was 
something altogether different. 


[EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED] 


Addendum 001.03: Recovered Video Transcript, 
November 1942 


Video recovered from local documentary film 
crew. 


Shot begins on a destroyed home, the 
wreckage centered around the garage. Metal 
fragments and strips of rubber trail down the 
driveway and onto the asphalt, and go down 
the street. Pieces of various automobiles are 
strewn across the street and sidewalk. The 
trail leads to SCP-001, which is integrating a 
truck into its chassis. 


SCP-001 continues to the nearest house, 
where it begins consuming the gutters. 
Residents of the area flee the scene, several 
injured by discarded shards of glass and 
twisted metal discharged by SCP-001. Lights 
produced from various parts of SCP-001's 
body focus on the various prone figures. A 
section along the undercarriage of SCP-001 
alters and drops away from the main body, 
which continues down the street in search of 
more sources of material. 


The ejected subsection continues alterations, 
forming a vertical pod somewhat resembling a 
human spine and rib cage. Pod collapses in 
various areas, the rib-like protrusions 
extending outward as the rest of the pod 
changes into a humanoid form roughly three 
meters tall. Light is produced from the head, 
which is focused on a nearby civilian. 


The metal humanoid picks up the civilian, who 
appears to be dead, and places it into a small 
chamber between the humanoid's ribs. The 
ribs vibrate as the humanoid approaches a 
second civilian, who is attempting to crawl 
away. She attempts to struggle as the 
humanoid lifts her and places her inside its 
chest cavity. The humanoid turns away from 
the camera to approach a third civilian, and 
what appears to be the woman's dismembered 


hand falls to the floor.