“Excellent,” Conwell smiled. He then proceeded to place 1360's 
drawings on the table in front of it, just far enough out of reach that 
they couldn’t be grabbed should the droid be so inclined as to 
destroy them. “First things first, I’ll need you to confirm a few 
theories | have about your drawings. They are depictions of you with 
your previous owners, James and his daughter, are they not?” 


They are. 


“| thought so. This brings me to my next question, why were you so 
desperate to get them back when we discovered them? Why put up 
such a fight?” 


| didn’t think you'd return them. 


“Even if we didn’t, couldn’t you have just waited until we gave you 
your pen and paper back and drawn them again?” 


| didn’t know if | would have that kind of time. 


“What do you mean?” 


SCP-1360 paused for several moments. It looked down at the 
notepad, and then over at its drawings several times before it once 
again began to write. 


Anderson can remotely erase my client memory. | don’t know why it 
has not been erased yet. | wanted those drawings so that | might 
have something to maybe look back on and remember them by. | 
didn’t know if | would have the time to wait until | could draw them 
again. 


“| see.” Conwell took a few moments to look over the sketches 
again. “If that’s the case, why leave the faces blank? Your drawings 
are so detailed, yet you leave out one of the most important parts of 
human expression?” 


Anderson’s programming prevents me from using any more detail. 
That is the best | can do. It might still be too much. 


Conwell sighed. It appeared as if obtaining James’s identity, and 
new lead for finding Anderson, was not going to happen. Anderson’s 
foresight was victorious again. Conwell then got up from his chair 
and slid the drawings the rest of the way towards 1360. The droid 
looked at him, unmoving as if awaiting a trap. 


“That’s all we needed 1360. Feel free to take your sketches back. I'll 
have your notebook and pens returned to you in a little bit,” Conwell 
said as he began to collect his paperwork. He watched with a small 
smile as the droid then gingerly folded the sketches and returned 
them to the storage compartment in its left middle finger. Conwell 
silently watched as the droid was escorted out of the room. The 
interview had proven to be a dead end, but at least now SCP-1360 
was talking again. 


Several weeks after the interview, Researcher Conwell was once 
again scheduled to harvest SCP-1360-1. Following the usual 
procedure, he and four security officers rolled a restraint table into 
1360’s containment cell. The security officer immediately got to work 
preparing to transfer the droid from his normal restraints in the cell 
corner to the table when they noticed the droid was holding up its 
notebook. A single message was neatly written across the page. 


May | ask you a question? 
Conwell held up his hand for the security officers to cease. 


“You may,” he replied. 1360 than quickly wrote another message, 
handing the notebook off to Conwell when it had finished. 


Can you tell me anything about these people | drew? 
Conwell looked over at the droid. It was holding up its sketches. 


“1360... I...” Conwell began. He was at a loss for words. “You don’t 
know anything about them?” 


The droid shook its head in response. It then held up a third sheet of 
paper, this one with a note written on it. 


Client Memory Deleted. 

We’re sorry #31, but as you know our client’s privacy is our highest 
priority. Things were getting just a little too close for comfort. 
Anderson 


Conwell looked at the note for a long time and then back at the 
droids eyes. If the droid could express emotion he wondered which 
one it would use right now. 


“I’m so sorry 1360. | wish | could tell you who they were. | wish | 
knew about them too.” 


The droid hung its head and remained motionless. Conwell did the 
same. After a few moments one of the security officers tapped him 
on his shoulder. Conwell slowly nodded to the security personnel. 

The four men then set to work preparing the droid for collection of 

SCP-1360-1. 


Part One: Last Meetings | Peregrine | Part Three: Products 


Products 


Ms. Harrison sat quietly in a rundown inner city apartment, the table 
before her and the chair she sat in being the only furniture in the 
room. Directly across from her four objects were obscured beneath 
black sheets. Harrison brushed a lock of brunette hair out of her eye 
and sighed as she leaned on her hand. Before long, she checked 
her watch; both it and the suit she wore suggested she was not 
accustomed to waiting long for anything. Her host had already kept 
her waiting 15 minutes. 


The door behind her then opened as a well-dressed man quietly let 
himself into the apartment. He was balding and pale, and a pair of 
glasses sat crookedly on his nose as he locked the door behind him. 


“I’m terribly sorry for the delay, Ms. Harrison,” he said as he crossed 
to the other side of the table, “as well as for these dreadful 
accommodations. Unfortunately, due to the nature of my employer’s 
business, things need to remain away from prying eyes.” 


The man reached out and offered a handshake. Harrison paused for 
a few moments, but eventually accepted. His hand was both cold 
and clammy, immediately making Harrison regret the decision. 


“lam Mr. Saker,” he said with a small smile. “Shall we begin your 
consultation meeting?” 


“I’m confused,” Harrison replied, “Il thought | was meeting 
Anderson today.” 


“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Ms. Harrison.” Saker shook his head. 
“Some of our competitors are not exactly known for playing fair, and 
as such Anderson is only seeing to matters of the utmost 
importance. No, |’m afraid it’s just me for today.” 


“If that’s how it has to be, | guess...” Harrison sighed. She then 
looked over at the objects covered by the sheets, tilting her head to 


the side as she stared. 


“Anyway,” Saker began as he noticed her interest, “The fact that you 
were able to contact us to arrange this meeting shows that you are 
both trustworthy and have the money necessary for the purchase of 
one of our droids. May | ask what specifically you are looking for, 
Ms. Harrison?” 


“Why don’t you show me what you have and I'll tell you if anything 
catches my eye.” 


“Very well,” Saker said with a shrug. He then reached in to his 
pocket and placed on the table what appeared to be three small 
black rubber balls, each with a single red dot at their center. The 
balls quickly turned on their own so the red dots were facing 
Harrison. 


“These little guys are our Amur Series Recon Drones. Think of them 
as a sort of spy bot.” Saker then snapped his fingers, causing the 
balls to spin to face him. “Amur Series, Demo!” 


Each of the balls then began to roll around the table, stopping every 
now and then to produce a set of four needle-like legs and crawl for 
a moment before retracting the appendages and resuming their 
rolling motion. 


“Each of these guys is capable of recording up to 48 hours of video 
or audio. They can change color to camouflage with their 
surroundings and have the ability to scale sheer surfaces. Each can 
produce a small needle for the injection of medication, or something 
a little more lethal if you choose. They are available individually or in 
packs of three. Each is programmable to follow commands from only 
your voice, as is standard on all our models.” 


Harrison watched as one rolled over and proceeded to crawl around 
her hand. She gingerly placed the miniature droid back on the table 
as she smiled. 


“Astounding, but not really what | am looking for,” she said. Saker 
nodded, and gathered the droids before him on the table. He then 
approached two of the sheet covered objects and stood between 


SCP-694: All the time in the world 


Item #: SCP-694 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: The neighborhood that 
SCP-694 occupies has been evacuated with a cover story of 
industrial contamination, and is to be kept sealed off; homes have 
been purchased from their residents, and used for the establishment 
of observation sites known as Site-48 extension Security Post-694. 


All routes that lead to the chase between SCP-694-1 and 
SCP-694-3 and SCP-694-4 have been closed off, with personnel 
stationed to re-route drivers away from the anomaly. MTF-Zeta 10 
("Time Travelers") are to stand guard and provide assistance to 
have public awareness of SCP-694 removed. Foundation personnel 
assigned with SCP-694 are to record each iteration of SCP-694. 


Description: SCP-694 is an externally observable time loop that 
has been cycling every 38 minutes since November 23, 2004, in the 
town of [REDACTED], Vermont. SCP-694 contains the events of an 
attempted kidnapping and armed pursuit, followed by a car crash in 
a ravine alongside [REDACTED] road. 


SCP-694 occupies four spherical regions of space, each of which is 
approximately five meters in diameter and centered on one of the 
four participants in the loop (SCP-694-1, -2, -3, and -4) as they 
repeat their original trajectory, beginning at the residence of 
SCP-694-1 and -2, and terminating at the bottom of the ravine 
alongside [REDACTED] road. 


Although personnel have been able to enter SCP-694, and add and 
remove objects, there is as of yet no known way to affect the events 
of the loop (see experiment log for details). Loop participants do not 
respond to non-loop stimuli (e.g., the presence of Foundation 
personnel, either as observers or experimenters), and can be 


them as he lightly tugged the covering off both. 


The object on his left stood no taller than about 60 centimeters and 
resembled a large black vase with a lid. Four thick spidery legs 
emerged from its bottom as it stood up, increasing its height by a 
meter. A thin red line formed a ring around its middle, emitting a faint 
light. Side panels opened up to reveal what appeared to be four gun 
barrels. 


The object on his right resembled a small jet plane, less than two 
thirds a meter long with about one third of a meter wingspan. At the 
center of each wing was a rotor that reminded Harrison of a 
helicopter. The rotors began quietly spinning as the droid began to 
hover. A small camera emerged from a panel on the droids 
underside and focused on Harrison as the rest of the droid hung in 
the air. 


“Perhaps you are more interested in security, then,” Saker said as 
he pointed to the two new droids. “The one on my left is our 
Aplomado Series Facility Defense Unit. It can be equipped with a 
variety of armaments, possesses thermal imaging and comes 
equipped with a thick bullet proof shell. The one on my right is our 
Merlin Series Aerial Drone. It too has thermal imaging capabilities, 
can be equipped with a variety of armaments and is also capable of 
recording up to 96 hours of video. In addition it is virtually silent 
during flight and is invisible to all forms of recording devices. Both 
droids are capable of networking with each other and with other 
droids of their series to provide a comprehensive security system. 
As always, both are programmable to follow commands from only 
your voice.” 


“Those’re... well, those’re a little extreme for what | have in mind. | 
don’t think I’ve ever been in need of this kind of fire power...” 
Harrison chuckled. Saker laughed briefly and then nodded, the two 
droids returning to standby as he then moved to the right, towards 
another sheet covered object. 


“| sometimes forget that not all of our clients need such a high 
degree of security or privacy,” he said as he pulled away the sheet. 
“Perhaps something a little more domestic, yes?” 


Beneath the sheet was a small cube vaguely resembling a tiny 
leather foot stool. Just as with the Aplomado, four spidery legs 
emerged from its base as it stood up, reaching about a meter in 
height. A large blue slit on its front appeared to form its eyes. From 
its back emerged four thin metal arms, each with a claw attached. 
One of the arms extended across the room towards Harrison, 
offering a handshake. Harrison giggled as she enthusiastically 
accepted. 


“This is our Kestrel Series Domestic Utility Unit,” Saker grinned. 
“Each comes equipped with a standard four arms, but can be 
equipped with more for an additional cost. The standard arms can 
extend up to four meters and are equipped with a camera so that the 
droid may see what it is doing. Specialty arms are available for a 
variety of tasks. The droid is programmable so it may learn a 
multitude of domestic skills.” 


“This is definitely the right direction,” Harrison smiled, “but, don’t you 
have anything a little more... relatable?” Saker raised his eyebrows. 


“Humanoid?” he asked. 


“That would be preferable,” she replied. Saker gave a triumphant 
grin as he approached the final sheet. 


“You're in luck Ms. Harrison, as | have saved the best for last. Allow 
me to introduce you to our most popular model, the Peregrine Series 
Humanoid Utility Droid!” Saker enthusiastically ripped away the final 
sheet to reveal what looked almost like a crash test dummy sitting in 
a chair, but covered in a skin of sturdy black fabric. Two white plastic 
disks that appeared to serve as eyes stared blankly at Harrison as 
the droid lifted its left arm and waved. A red serial number, 045, was 
visibly stitched into its arm. 


“Evening Ms. Harrison,” the droid replied in a computerized voice. 


“Each PSHUD comes equipped with our specialized aramid 
covering and self-repair capabilities. Complete fluency and literacy 
in three languages is standard, but more can be programmed in for 
a small fee. In addition, each PSHUD unit is equipped with a highly 
advanced artificial intelligence and one of our seven preprogrammed 


personalities. These personalities evolve and adapt based on your 
use of the droid, and as such they have a unique capacity to form 
relationships not seen in our other droids.” 


Saker paused as he placed a hand on the droid’s shoulder. Harrison 
crossed the room and knelt down beside the droid, lightly taking its 
hand in hers before looking back up to her host and beckoning him 
to continue. 


“On top of all that, we have several modules for a variety of skills 
that can be programmed into each droid, from combat to house 
work. This is by far our most flexible model yet. If you want, you can 
give your PSHUD permission to issue commands to any of our other 
droid models on your behalf. It can serve as a command unit for 
your Merlins, Aplomados and Amurs, or a foreman for your 
Kestrels.” Saker scratched the back of the droid’s head. “Indeed, 
these are my favorites.” 


Harrison nodded in agreement. She returned to her feet and looked 
at all the other droids, and then back to the PSHUD. 


“| think you might have a sale, Mr. Saker,” she said. “However, | 
would like to know whether I'll be taking my purchase home with me 
today, or waiting to receive my new droid at a later date. Are these 
units ready to go?” 


“I’m afraid not,” Saker frowned. “These are just our demo models. 
No armaments, no modules, no personality, just the most basic of 
our programming. You're looking at the shells we will be adding your 
features onto.” 


“Excellent,” Harrison smirked. “This makes my job much easier.” 
She then proceeded to draw a pistol from her jacket pocket, her 
finger on the trigger as she trained the weapon on Saker. She then 
spoke towards a microphone hidden on her person. “All clear 
control, send in the team!” 


Saker looked down at the gun unamused. 


“Ms. Harrison, you lied to me,” he sighed as he shook his head. 


“’'d be more worried about putting my hands behind my head and 
getting to the floor if | was you,” Harrison snapped back. Saker 
refused.