Pol-7701: There were more issues than that, 
though. It was bulky, hard to use, caused 
psychological damage to operators, didn't 
always work... a real laundry list of issues. 
Eventually we scrapped that whole idea. Turns 
out brains are complicated and hard to 
manipulate at range. 


Pol-7701: But it did provide a good starting 
point for the "Mike" program, which is what | 
presume you're actually interested in. 


Dr. Carlson nods. 


Pol-7701: We decided to abandon the whole 
friendly fire thing. The range bit was the 
hardest part. There aren't many good ways to 
manipulate brains, and most them require you 
to be in the meat - er, brains, | suppose. 


Pol-7701: Instead, we decided we could use 
this as a rudimentary form of mind control. | 
mean, we already knew the principles and 


processes - and having a bunch of hardware 
crammed inside someone's head gave us a lot 
more control and finesse over what we could 
make happen in there, rather than taking 
figurative pot shots at range. 


Pol-7701: So | send this proposal to the Delta 
Command, and they send me a couple million 
bucks, a lab, and maybe a hundred or so live 
subjects. 


Pol-7701: While that sounds like a lot, it was 
actually a shoestring budget - | only got maybe 
a third of what | requested, and they told me to 
make it happen or | would be a test subject for 
the next guy. 


Pol-7701: First order of business was to 
design the hardware. We were really breaking 
new ground - | know GRU 'P' wasn't doing 
anything like this, you guys certainly weren't 
doing anything like this, and | now know that 
Prometheus Labs didn't get very far. Given 
that this was something totally new and 
foreign... there was a lot of trial and error. 


Pol-7701: Fun fact: a lot of brain surgeries 
often occur while the patient is awake. Brain 
surgery still isn't super well understood, and 
you need the keep the patient aware of what's 
going on to make sure that what you're cutting 
isn't too important. First fifteen or so died on 
the table, and the next fifteen ranged from 
comatose to retarded to paralyzed. 


Pol-7701: After the first thirty or so practice 
surgeries - to figure out what modules worked 
and where, and where we could stick 
hardware without impairing stuff like motor 
skills - we started making real progress. Other 
than a few oopsies here and there, the other 


fifty we got implanted - we were even able to 
save most of prefrontal cortex, in most cases. 


Pol-7701: Not that they'd need it or anything. 
Once that chip is in, any control they used to 
have is overridden. 


Pol-7701: Next step was controller. That was 
pretty straightforward. Just had to find a 
cooperative test subject, which wasn't too 
hard. A fairly standard surgery and some 
implants later, and he's now got a serial port in 
the back of his head. Plug him into the 
machine, and BOOM! All the test subjects can 
be 'controlled' by our controller. 


Pol-7701 airquotes the word ‘controlled’. 


Pol-7701: | say ‘controlled’ because - as | 
understand it - it wasn't really direct control. He 
could give them objectives, and designate 
certain things, but he couldn't make them to do 
anything directly. But hey, not bad for a first 
try. 


Dr. Carlson: Can you recall the mechanism of 
control? Did controllers have to exert 
willpower, thought? 


Pol-7701: Hm... | can't really remember right 
now. | think some nice scotch and an internet 
connection might jog my memory though. 


Dr. Carlson: We'll take that into consideration. 
Please continue. 


Pol-7701: So | send my findings back to Delta 
Command, and they give me a target. First, 
I'm disappointed. There's so much potential for 
these guys! Clearing minefields, bioweapons 
dispersal, forced dangerous labor. Even plain 


old distraction. 


Pol-7701: But | read further. It's an old GRU 
site, run by someone | used to know. Piece of 
shit named Dmitri Kalasov, GRU 'P' 
interrogations guy. He kept count of how many 
bones he broke. | think it was somewhere in 
the thousands. Pretty sure he keyed my car. 
Anyway, he was old and decrepit at that point, 
in a nice sunset position. Apparently a Cl guy 
defected to his site, and they wanted him 
offed. | saw an opportunity for payback, and | 
told them | would make an example out of 
them. 


Pol-7701 whistles. 


Pol-7701: By God, did we make an example. 
We put a bunch of extra bells and whistles in 
these poor sod's heads - they're virtually 
immortal as long as the implant's intact and 
the muscles still function. We armed our 
subjects with some old Soviet equipment - 
knives, AK-47s, what have you - and sent 
them on their merry way. That GRU site had 
maybe seventy-five security personnel, anda 
hundred others. Every one of them died a 
grisly death. Can you believe they ran old 
Dmitri through with his own fuckin' cane? 
Brutal. 


Pol-7701 walks up to a cabinet and begins 
digging through files. 


Pol-7701: | think | still have the AAR photos 
from that one, you want to see? 


Dr. Carlson: Are they in the official files you 
gave us? If yes, don't bother. 


Pol-7701: Spoilsport. Anyway... 


Pol-7701 checks her watch. 


Pol-7701: Oh, lunchtime. | guess I'll see you 
next week? 


Dr. Carlson: Probably. Not sure if they'll send 
someone else. 


Pol-7701 shrugs. 


Pol-7701: Try to? That Dr. Foster squirms too 
much. 


+ Interview Log 3033-4 Level 4/3033 Clearance Required 


E-1261 expressed interest in talking about her 
time with the Chaos Insurgency that she had 
previously withheld in prior interviews. 


kgrimmer: Are you awake? Some of the other 
staff told me you're willing to talk more. Nowa 
good time to discuss the Cl program? 


E-1261: its never a good time but i think iam 
prepared now. | remember a lot more. 


E-1261: where should i start? 


kgrimmer: Go ahead and start from the 
beginning. 


E-1261: the beginning beginning? 
kgrimmer: Sure. 


E-1261: alright. after all the stuff they shoved 
in my head, a lot of this is fuzzy. 


E-1261: born in 14171 somewhere in pakistan, 
not sure where. lived somewhere near a 
smaller town. not too modern but modern 
enough dad was a grocer. mom helped him 


SCP-370: A Key 


Item #: SCP-370 
Object Class: Keter 


WARNING: SCP-370 is an exceedingly contagious memetic 
infection. No cases of personnel being infected simply from reading 
this article have yet been recorded, but nevertheless as a precaution 
this document may only be read in a controlled environment with 
mechanisms in place to terminate the reader at the first symptoms. 
Spreading any information about SCP-370 by word of mouth is 
grounds for immediate termination. 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-370 itself is embedded in 
a small slab of solid lead and kept inside a solid steel box with no 
openings and 0.5 meter thick walls. Under no circumstances is 
SCP-370 to be removed from either this box or the lead slab. If 
SCP-370 becomes partially or completely exposed, blindfolded 
personnel will be assigned to locate it with a metal detector. An 
electromagnet will then be used to transfer SCP-370 to a small mold 
filled with molten lead. Once this has hardened the lead slab 
containing SCP-370 will be returned to its steel box, and the box 
returned to its containment vault. 


This box is kept in a specially designated vault at Site- . SCP-370 
requires no maintenance whatsoever and no research is authorized. 
Desire to open this vault to perform research on SCP-370 or for any 
other reason is a symptom of SCP-370 infection. Any personnel 
displaying this or any other symptoms must be quarantined 
immediately and terminated if symptoms persist. 


SCP-370’s vulnerability status is unknown. No testing of this sort 
has been carried out, and no future testing is authorized due to the 
extreme risk of contagion to personnel involved. 


D-class personnel with significant violent or sadistic tendencies are 


out. had three brothers. i was the youngest. 


E-1261: cant remember any names. faces 
even. just people that existed. 


E-1261: can hardly remember anything of 
childhood. 


E-1261: clearest memory is day of capture. it 
was rajab 24 1431.2 


E-1261: i remember that exact day clearly. we 
were on a trip. dad always got good lamb from 
a cousin who worked as shepherd in the east. 
he rented a refrigerated truck and drove it all 
back to his store. they never took me before 
but my incessant begging had payed off this 
year. 


E-1261: he always said "this journey is no 
place for girls, its too dangerous." but he 
relented. 


E-1261: we get held up. not a big deal. 
highwaymen arent uncommon. just have to 
pay a modest fee. 


E-1261: but then they shoot him. my dad i 
mean. 


E-1261: and then my brother. i hide behind the 
seat. dont know what to do. 


E-1261: the shooting stops. they open the 
truck. they find me. 


E-1261: put a bag over my head. push me into 
some kind of vehicle. 


E-1261: truck unloads. there's maybe a 
hundred of us altogether outside. bunch of 


men with rifles. a guy tries running at one of 
them, gets cut down. 


E-1261: we get packed into shipping 
container. shipped to some forsaken lab in the 
middle of nowhere. 


E-1261: pumped some kind of gas into the 
room. everyone gets really woozy or passes 
out. 


E-1261: put into hospital rooms. some kind of 
chemical cocktail keep us woozy and mostly 
immobile. 


E-1261: weeks pass. people slowly 
disappearing one by one. 


E-1261: theres a long hazy time. kind of all ran 
together. medical procedures. doing basic 
tasks over and over again. i remember 
opening a door repeatedly. but it felt wrong. 
really really wrong. i didnt figure out why until 
later. 


E-1261: next thing i know someplace way 
different. cold. some kind of research facility in 
the distance. 


E-1261: i get some kind of combat gear. a 
bunch of others get rifles. i dont. i get a big 
knife. 


E-1261: a bunch of us start sprinting toward 
the entrance. theres a guy with a machine gun 
or something. starts firing. 


E-1261: someone shoots machine gun guy. 
everyone rushes in the entrance. 


E-1261: more people with guns. more wounds. 
no deaths. lots of being very close. my body 


stabs someone ten times times. not wildly 
even. mechanical. like this was something i did 
regularly. 


E-1261 i see his face whenever i blink. it was a 
sad panicked faced. he was wearing a black 
suit like he just walked out a funeral. i dont 
think he was a soldier. he didnt even try to 
fight back. he just screamed. 


E-1261: i hated it. killing is bad. i didnt think 
anyone deserved to die for any reason even 
the people that killed my family. it was horrible 
what they did but i have no right to punish. 


E-1261: no more knife. my body rushes the 
shooting guy. strangles him to death. 


E-1261: he hits me and hits me and hits me 
but my body doesnt let go. his face turns an 
ungodly shade of purple. 


E-1261: and this continues for hours. at the 
end of the day, down maybe ten of us and a lot 
are really badly wounded - arms are missing, 
blood everywhere. 


E-1261: craggs comes out. i try with every 
fiber in my being to move, but cant. she picks 
a handful of the wounded ones. stick some 
kind of shot in them. they drop. probably dead. 


E-1261: after that everything starts blurring 
together. more missions. more death. more 
wounds. 


E-1261: i think it has something to do with 
when the chip broke but theres a couple things 
that are permanently burned into memory. like 
a highlight reel of the most horrible things i 
watched myself do. 


E-1261: an old man impaled by his own cane. 
something with a pregnant woman and a 
socket wrench. lots of blood and screaming 
and crying and sick crunching noises. 


E-1261: they replay in my dreams. dont worry 
about the mental health bits. i have it handled. 
i found a purpose. 


E-1261: at some point, something snaps in my 
head. chip probably burnt out. for the first time 
in months maybe years i have control. i try to 
move and then pass out. i think it was you 
guys that brought me here. 


E-1261: couple months of figuring out what 
doesn't hurt me and here we are. 


kgrimmer: Alright. Thanks for speaking with 
us. You said you found a purpose earlier? 
What might that be? 


E-1261: yeah. i want to kill that demon craggs. 
i think some parts of the implant still work. my 
body doesnt break. 


E-1261: we were her playthings not people. 
toys to be taken apart modified put back 
together broken smashed just because she 
thought it was fun. 


E-1261: given all this i think you want her dead 
too. give me a gun and i will get her. not even 
a gun. a knife. a pointy stick. a grenade. i wont 
ask questions. i can come straight back here 
you can do whatever you want with me. 


E-1261: her still being alive is the only reason i 
havent ended mine yet. 


+ Document 3033-K Level 4/3033 Clearance Required 


On // , E-1261 escaped from captivity. E-1261 
complained of malfunctions in the nutritional dispenser 
present in her containment unit. After being provided 
sensory deprivation equipment and restraints, E-1261 
removed both and proceeded to attack staff. After 
neutralizing staff and escaping from her cell, she 
hijacked a regularly scheduled Safe-class anomaly 
transfer via helicopter between Site- and Site- , the 
location of Pol-7701. As the transfer also included SCP- 
, transport staff were instructed to comply. 


A video log was recovered. 
E-1261 enters room with Pol-7701. 
E-1261: Hello, you bitch. 
Pol-7701 sighs. 


Pol-7701: | thought our moles were better than 
this. It took you six whole weeks to find me. 
Old Cl could have done it in two. 


E-1261: Irrelevant. No one leaves the Chaos 
Insurgency. 


Pol-7701: Incorrect. 


E-1261 lunges at Pol-7701, but stops just 
short of contact. E-1261 is frozen in position. 


Pol-7701: You thought you would use a 
weapon of my own creation to cut off this loose 
end, in some kind of absurd poetic justice? 
Quis imperat dominam ipsam?3 


E-1261 collapses. 
Pol-7701: That actually is pretty funny, kinda. 


Pol-7701 turns around, and fails to notice 
E-1261 beginning to twitch. 


Pol-7701: What a mess. 


E-1261 stands up, seizes a brown glass bottle 
from a nearby table, and lunges at Pol-7701. 
Again she stops short. 


Pol-7701: Ooh! You almost had me there! 
You're quite the resilient one. 


Pol-7701: | can't say they haven't made 
progress. Much finer control than | used to 
have! Still can't get speech to work with my 
setup - | guess that's the cost of using a 
subdermal implant rather than an in-brain one. 


E-1261 begins crying. 


Pol-7701: Can't control emotional response 
either. A shame, too. These would have been 
a hell of a lot easier to use than the other 
controller units, but we can't have a bunch of 
silent, crying flesh puppets. To be honest, I'm 
surprised you're still sane. A remarkable 
specimen. 


Pol-7701: Hold still. 


Pol-7701 giggles, and digs through a drawer, 
retrieving a field surgical kit. E-1261 is unable 
to observe this. 


Pol-7701: | haven't had opportunity to 
examine any of you for a long time. And one 
drops right into my proverbial lap! What luck! 


Pol-7701 begins a live, standing vivisection of 
E-1261, beginning at the brain stem. E-1261 
begins screaming. 


Pol-7701: Hush, you. It's hard to cut cleanly 
when you're screaming bloody murder. 


Vivisection occurs for 12 minutes, at which 
point E-1261 collapses. Foundation security 
forces retrieve the VIP 4 minutes later. 


After the incident, E-1260 was found to have asphyxiated 
due to a crushed windpipe. Autopsy revealed both 
SCP-3033-1 and -2 style implants. 

E-1261 was declared dead at the scene and cremated 
and interred at Area- per standard procedure. 

Pol-7701 was relocated to another housing area near 
Site- per the terms of the agreement. 


Footnotes 

1. In the Hijri calendar. In Gregorian, 1996-1997. 
2. July 6th, 2010