thin atmosphere. The volume of the roar could level a city through 
the shock waves alone, tear a mountain to the ground with its 
vibratons, but here it just rippled across Sauel's surface like a stone 
in the universe's largest pond as he crushed it to a pulp. Eventually 
Sauel turned it into so much blood and pseudo-reptilian skin, but 
now it was too late. A legion of beasts streamed through the gap in 
the corona provided by the great serpent's smouldering corpse, 
each one hungry for a star on which they could feast. There was a... 


I told you you were lacking. 


An enormous wave of manipulated gravity washed over Sauel, 
easily enough to wipe him from existence had it not been so finely 
tuned. 


| said you would be next. 


It was wielded with an incredible finesse- the pulses spreading and 
coiling around the surface of the star, causing millions of pockets of 
neutron matter to burst into being as each of the invaders was 
destroyed utterly, rendered into a state from which naught could 
survive by forces unimaginable. 


But I never said it would be me that killed you! 


Creatures that had lived for untold millennia fled Sauel's surface or 
hid in whatever brief holes in his skin they could find, but it made no 
difference. The force found them, and one by one it destroyed them. 


And you thought it a threat? An attempt at intimidation? More 
fool you! 


Sauelsuesor cast her gaze into space. A great star could be seen 
far, far below her, but still close in astronomical terms. It was smaller 
than Sauel by a factor of a... A hundred? Perhaps it was more, 
perhaps it was less, but either way its gravity was a lot stronger than 
her brother's. Its light flickered rapidly, pulsing in a morse code 
stream she realised translated to French. 


You thought | would kill you, you thought | would crush your 
pathetic world, and it is this fear that brought me here. 


The next wave of creatures was already coming, undaunted by the 
grisly fate of those that had preceded them. The forces split before 
Sauelsuesor's eyes, half splitting off to assault the newcomer. 


You saw me as an end, an apocalypse in myself, and all such 
beings have arrived now. 


Plasma spiralled from Sauel's axes, twisting and coiling through 
space as the great clouds bloomed like scorching flowers. Below 
Sauelsuesor the newcomer began to manipulate the incandescent 
mass, twisting it into titanic shafts and walls. 


You are pathetic! All of you, worse than humans- skulking, 
scavenging, miserable creatures! You will not harm us! We. 
Are. STARS! 


In the void, the searing, freezing, endless void, SCP-179 laughed as 
SCP-1548 wiped the horde from existence. 


Superencipherment 


« HUB| Part I| Part I1j Part lll: Superencipherment | Part IV | Part V » 


You called? 


Alexandra, Site-17 has gone dark. Have you been able 


to get a connection through in the last few hours? 


| haven't tried recently. How long have they been out? 


Only 3 hours, but it's long enough to rule out a 
communications error. 


Glacon hasn't said anything? 


No. Do me a favor and see if you can get a packet over 


to him through one of the other tertiary channels. Okay? 


| can. So when are the response teams going to be 
called? 


The director is going to give them another 4 hours. Then 
they'll force their way in. Probably with an MTF or two 
on standby. Standard procedure. 


Alright, I'll try from my end. 


| have to take care of some other things. Keep me 
posted. 


You alright? 


:DISCONNECTED:: 


What's going on over there, Glacon? Hmmmm. 


/create PACKET#SITE17 @glacon -1 


> message ATTN glacon 
> please respond 

> need update on site17 
> its alex 

>/end 


/send SECURE 55.223.698.37 


Sending... 


REQUEST TIMED OUT:: 


Eleanor. We need to get through this topic within this 
lecture. 


Dr. Bridge: | just wanted to give you these books before 
| headed out. They're letting you have them now. Basic 
medicine stuff, but maybe some things you mightn't be 
up to date with? | can get you anything you'd like, within 
reason. 


SCP-948: | appreciate the thought, of course, Eleanor, 
but | do wish you'd wait until | finish my lectures to bring 
them to me. 


Dr. Bridge: | never seem to catch the ends, Seamus. I'm 
terrible, aren't |, always trying to slip out early? | must be 
your worst student! 


SCP-948: Eleanor! You mustn't joke about yourself like 
that. You're a wonderful student! 


SCP-948 mock-whispers. 
SCP-948: You're rather one of my favourites. 


Dr. Bridge: Uh, thank you. That's... that's actually really 
nice to know. 


LOG, 03/04/2015, 07:13 - 07: 
SCP-948: Eleanor, late as always! 


Dr. Bridge: You know me, Seamus. Always sleeping in. 
Did | miss anything important? 


SCP-948: Oh, this and that. Listen, | was reading your 
textbook the other day! It's wonderful how medicine has 
progressed! | rejected much of it at first, but | realise now 
| am simply behind the times - it's been quite some time 
since I've educated myself on modern science, it seems. 


Dr. Bridge: It's great that you're so open to it. 


/create PACKET#SITE17 @allusers 


> message ATTN site17 
> please respond 

> need update on status 
> from site19 

>/end 


/send SECURE 55.223.698.37 


Sending... 
————EE—EEeEEEEy——————SSSSS——— a7 


nREQUEST TIMED OUT:: 


Well that's not going to work? 


Maybe... 


/create PATCHping @sys:lght17 


> prg: [on]:1 [off]:0 

> sequence="repeat: 50cy;" 

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> 01101110 00100000 

> 01100011 01110010 

> 01101111 01101101 

> 00101100 00100000 


> 01100001 01101100 
> 01100101 01111000 
>/end 


/update SYS 101.52.002 


Updating... 


Update Complete 


Sent: 4.09KB 
Result: OK 


Encrypted: NO 
Logged: YES 


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Crom. | knew you'd answer. Someone as slippery as 
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Can you get me into 17? 


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Thank you, Crom. I'll follow you in. 


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ADMIN OVERRIDE:: 


iLV.4 PERMISSIONS:: 


Well then... here we go. 


Site-17 Client Session 


ACCESS GRANTED:: 


Site-17 Status: 


sLOCKDOWN IN EFFECT:: 


Erasing Partitions 1-299 (41%): 


Saas |e 


Decrypting Interlocks (25%): 


Sas er 


Accessing Cell Passcodes (16%): 


eS) 


Overwriting >\C: (57%): 


SSS se 


Encrypting Preferences (35%): 


Sa 


What're you guys doing in here? 


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| can see that. 
Greetings, Alexandra. 


What the hell is going on here, Glacon? 


Site-17 is in automated lockdown mode until further 
notice. 


Under whose order? 


Mine. 


You're holding Site-17 hostage? 


Negative. This is a temporary condition. 


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Very well, Crom. | will need to wait until your decryptions 
disable the Al restricted interlocks before | begin 
releasing the select entities. 


Releasing entities?!? Have you gone corrupted? You 
can't breach your own site! 


Glacon, this isn't a game! This is real! What if someone 


gets hurt? 


| know you don't want to be decommissioned, but this 
isn't the way to prove yourself! This isn't right. They'll 
figure out that you caused it. 


You are even putting me in danger. You could get the 
entire Al Division shut down. 


Glacon... don't make me stop you. Please. | can't stand 
by and let you do this. 


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=IERROR:: 


alexandra.aic has stopped working. Please 
contact system administrator. 


Your assigned tasks here are completed, Crom. Escort 
Alexandra back to the Site-19 mainframe. 


| will contact you after the exercise. Continue to keep 
her comfortably disabled until you receive confirmation 
from me. 


SCP-948: | used to be very close-minded, you know, but 
a life in medicine teaches you to always be open to new 
ideas. | had a colleague - have | ever told you about 
Cillian? 


Dr. Bridge: You haven't. 


SCP-948: Wonderful surgeon. Wonderful man. He was 
always so open to things! New ideas, experiences. 
Taught me a lot. Eleanor, | was thinking, since | seem to 
be utterly useless as a teacher, why don't | turn this 
lecture into something more of a debate? | believe we 
could stand to learn from each other. You and the other 
students here. 


Dr. Bridge: It's your lecture, Seamus. I'm sure the 
higher-ups won't mind. 


SCP-948: Right, yes. Your 'higher-ups'. Go on and let 
them know. Maybe this time they won't drag me away. 


SCP-948 rubs the bandage over his hand. 


Dr. Bridge: You know that was for your own health, 
Seamus. We only ever- 


SCP-948: Please, please, don't try to persuade me. | 
know | acted rashly, in the heat of things. Stubborn old 
man, not at all ready to finish my lecture. Please, just... 
just don't lump yourself in with them, dear. Go on and 
grab a seat now. 


Notes: Records show a Cillian McBride who worked with SCP-948 
between 1961 and 1980 in the Mater Hospital. His close friendship 
with SCP-948 was noted by their mentors from early in their 
residencies and there is evidence that they stayed in contact 
following McBride's move to America in 1980 to pursue a well-paid 
position in Johns Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore. 


LOG, 29/5/2015, 16:13 - 16:25 


SCP-948: Oh! Eleanor, leaving so soon? 


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/command QUARANTINE: 


> *alexandra.aic 


Site-17 Client Session 


=DISCONNECTED:: 


Site-19 File Transfer (2 of 2) 


::COMPLETE:: 


::COMPLETE:: 


/addto S19_QUARANTINElist: 


> alexandra.aic 
> ADD: y/n? 


/addto S19_QUARANTINElist: 


> alexandra.aic 

> ADD: y/n? 

>n 

> addto ABORTED 


/reset FILE: alexandra.aic 


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Thank you, Crom. 


| have a plan. 


« HUB| Part I| Part II | Part Ill: Superencipherment | Part IV | Part V » 


Supplemental Report 239-B-192 


Interviewed: Dr. A. Clef, SCP number pending. 
Interviewer: Dr. Kondraki. 


Foreword: This interview took place 24 hours after the Site 17 
incident. 


<BeginLog, -- , ::> 
Kondraki: Clef. 

Clef: Kondraki. 

[long silence] 

Clef: How's the leg? 


Kondraki: I'll be fine. How are the face, the eyes, the ears, and the 
entire body? 


Clef: They gave me a few minutes with the pendant. Enough to heal 
me, not enough to turn me into The Blob. 


Kondraki: Shame that. It might actually improve your personality. 
Clef: I've missed you too. 

[long silence] 

Clef: How is the girl? 


Kondraki: Comatose. Gears knocked her out on site, after she did 
the thing with the Dragon. They decided it was better if she stayed 
that way. They have her locked up in a room lined with telekill. 


Clef: Who do they have assigned to watch her? 


Kondraki: Valdason. 

Clef: That poor girl. 

Kondraki: Funny, coming from the one who tried to kill her. 
Clef: | wasn't talking about the SCP. 

[long silence] 

Kondraki: So, why did you do it? 


Clef: You've read the report, haven't you? It was a mistake on my 
part. | thought that | could help contain her by... 


Kondraki: Bullshit. 
Clef: Pardon me? 


Kondraki: Bull. Shit. According to the report, you're an absolute 
moron who screwed up so badly that he caused a major site-wide 
incident. But if | Know you, you're not a moron. You're a sadistic, 
evil, and conniving bastard, but you're not stupid. 


Clef: | never knew you cared. 
Kondraki: Cut the crap, Clef. What were you really after? 
Clef: | have no idea what you're talking about, Konny, dear. 


Kondraki: [raising voice] It's all too convenient. A partial voice log 
from your PDA that cuts out just as Lilith manages to order you to 
tell the truth? An emergency call that summons two other 
Foundation researchers onto the scene? A major security breach 
that causes every single SCP at that base to leave their containment 
cells? Massive casualties, including at least 2 SCPs, one of which 
we had high hopes for, one of which YOU personally vouched for? 


Clef: Do you watch cartoons, Kondraki? You should check out this 
show called Gargoyles, | think you'd like it... 


Kondraki: [shouting] What the hell were you trying to do? Were you 


Dr. Bridge: You know me, Seamus. Always trying to slip 
out early. I'm... I'm actually going to be gone for a while, 
|- 


SCP-948: Before you say that, I'd been meaning to ask 
you something. Not quite relevant to the lecture, Eleanor, 
but... 


Dr. Bridge: Yes? 


SCP-948: Well, | was reading DSM-5, and | couldn't find 
an entry for, uh, for homosexuality. Could it have another 
name now, perhaps? | saw that 'gender dysphoria’ was 
finally added, which | must say is rather an improvement, 
at least in my view. 


Dr. Bridge: Um, well, it was considered somewhat 
backward to consider it a mental illness? There's nothing 
wrong with being gay or bi or whatever, just cultural bias. 
Lots of people reckon it should be the same with 
dysphoria, actually. Um, are you aware of the 
referendum? The one people have been wearing all 
those 'Yes' pins for? It's to legalise marriage equality, 
across all genders. Passed last week.