SCP-2700-1 is a steel control console featuring a QWERTY 
keyboard, a 23cm x 23cm display screen, and a number of buttons, 
switches, and levers. SCP-2700-1 is connected to SCP-2700-2 and 
SCP-2700-3 by a network of copper wiring. The display screen 
features a command-based operating system, with commands and 
responses appearing in green block text. The nature of 
SCP-2700-1's operating system is still under investigation. 


SCP-2700-2 is believed to be a linear particle accelerator, held in a 
lead-lined tungsten cylindrical chamber. The device contains all the 
components that would be required for a contemporary particle 
accelerator, though it is significantly smaller (7.35 meters in length) 
than a device of this design would require. Please see Document- 
SCP-2700-2 for full information on the individual components of the 
accelerator. 


SCP-2700-3, identified as the "core" in Tesla's schematics, is a lead- 
lined tungsten assembly containing an apparatus of currently 
unclear function. This apparatus, which is observable via a silica 
glass view-port, consists of a spherical frame constructed of an 
unidentified substance. This frame is approximately 10 cm in 
diameter and suspended within a transparent sphere, the 
composition of which also remains unidentified. According to Tesla's 
notes, the space within this sphere is held in a perpetual vacuum 
state. Present within the frame is a continuous current of plasma, 
generated and perpetuated by unknown means. 


Available information suggests that particles produced in 
SCP-2700-3 would then be introduced into SCP-2700-2 and 
accelerated as expected for such a device. Energetic particles would 
then be propelled from the terminus of SCP-2700-2 toward the 
intended target. How the device is powered, and the exact nature of 
the particles produced by SCP-2700-3, remains unclear. 


Attention, Clearance 4/2700 personnel: the fact that 
you are able to read this text verifies your security 
clearance and access the following documentation. 
Please continue down to Document-SCP-2700-DE. 
Personnel under Level 4 may be granted emergency 
access to this document through Provision Q-R5. 


Item #: SCP-2700 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: The above falsified document is 
to be made available for all personnel without 4/2700 Clearance. 


SCP-2700's containment vault is located 180 meters from the 
surface level entrance to Secure Bunker-_ . The vault itself is to be 
insulated against seismic activity and safeguarded by three (3) sets 
of reinforced steel doors. Access to the vault is forbidden barring 
semi-hourly inspection, unless there is risk of an imminent 
containment failure and contingency procedures are necessary. All 
personnel entering the vault are to be equipped with batrachotoxin 


collars, which are to be activated for any breach of protocol. 


SCP-2700 is to remain under constant surveillance, and all data 
regarding the state of SCP-2700-Omega is to be updated semi- 
hourly. Personnel tasked with accessing SCP-2700-1's operating 
system must adhere to a set of guidelines present in Document- 
SCP-2700-1. There is to be no direct interaction with SCP-2700-3 
barring unanimous approval of the O5 Council; breaches of this 
protocol warrant immediate termination. Any change in the behavior 
of SCP-2700-Omega must be reported immediately, as such activity 
could result ina YK-Class Event. 


Personnel assigned to the containment of SCP-2700 are to 
investigate all available material related to the origin and function of 
SCP-2700. The primary objective in regards to the artifact's 
containment is to be its deactivation prior to the occurrence of a YK- 
Class Event. In light of the catastrophic severity a possible breach 
by SCP-2700 presents, Statute-30-A may be waived by personnel 
with 5/2700 Clearance: proposals for the cross-neutralization of 
SCP-2700 utilizing other SCP objects (including those of Keter 
class) may be presented to the O5 Council for evaluation. 


In the event of imminent containment failure, SCP-2700-3 is to be 
disposed of via the currently approved cross-neutralization SCP 
object. 


Description: SCP-2700 is a device originally constructed by Nikola 
Tesla with the purpose of producing a directed-energy weapon. 
Investigation of the artifact while in Foundation custody, however, 
has proven that SCP-2700 possesses a function distinct from and 
significantly more dangerous than its original designs. 


SCP-2700-1 and SCP-2700-2 are as described in the above 
document, however SCP-2700-3 is not. The luminescent anomaly 
located in the center of SCP-2700-3 is not plasma, as previously 
indicated, but a discrete energy phenomenon now designated 
SCP-2700-Omega. SCP-2700-Omega behaves inversely with 
regards to entropy: the energy state within its boundaries constantly 
moves from thermal equilibrium to thermal singularity, from 
disorganized to organized. In other words, the flow of energy moves 
from the state of maximum entropy to minimal entropy, which is 


opposite to the standard for the rest of the universe. Due to this, the 
effective flow of time within this region is also reversed. Presently 
the unidentified materials surrounding the region (the frame and 
transparent sphere) are immune to the effects of SCP-2700-Omega; 
this appears to be the only factor preventing a breach of the 
phenomenon. 


If SCP-2700-Omega were to escape the interior of SCP-2700-3, an 
inexorable chain-reaction would occur, converting the rest of the 
universe to this inverted entropic state. The eventuality of this 
scenario would be a YK-Class Entropic Annihilation Event, resulting 
in the reduction of the entire universe to an infinitely energetic 
singularity (ostensibly an inverted Big Bang). 


As indicated by SCP-2700-1, the device is currently armed and set 
to activate in 2234 (exactly three hundred years after its initial 
arming). As this would inherently trigger a breach of SCP-2700- 
Omega, current containment protocols must be completed prior to 
the set date to avert a YK-Class Event. 


Addendum [2700-001]: The following is an excerpt from personal 
log written by Tesla in 1934. 


It stands before me, complete and inescapably counting 
down toward the nexus of my oversights and failures. 


Only one month ago, | was approached by a man | had 
never seen before. He...was the most content person | 
had ever seen. His eyes felt like a window into serenity. 
He said he was looking for the most curious mind in the 
world, and | was it. Apparently | wasn't hard to 
distinguish from the billions of other minds on the planet, 
not that that surprises me. Somehow | knew immediately 
that he wasn't...from here, and | felt self-conscious about 
this world-my world. It felt humiliating to me. | think he 
knew what | was feeling. 


During those brief windows when | was not isolated in 
my work, | would glimpse the events unfolding 
elsewhere. | never cared for what | saw. The world is too 
broke to feed itself, and it's responding like any hungry 


animal. It's angry; war is coming. | can only hope that in 
the conflict nature will take its course, and the lingering 
degenerates of our species are expunged. It's because 
of the degenerates that war erupts, and war is the only 
thing that can clean them from civilization. That is the 
way of any system; when the...unnecessary pieces build 
up to critical mass, chaos brings the destruction that 
returns things to equilibrium. 


But his smile just seemed to cut right through the 
maelstrom of disgust and inadequacy in my head. 


Then came the truth: he was looking for the most 
ingenious minds from each of the other universes. He 
found my lack of astonishment to the phrase "other 
universes" surprising. | asked how many there were, and 
he said he did not know; in addition to his own and mine, 
they had only found five others that were coherent and 
could support life. If anything, | was astonished that there 
were only seven found. He laughed at that, said | 
seemed promising to him. | asked him what he wanted 
me for. 


"To unlock science's final secret." 


We prepared for departure over the next twenty-four 
hours. | asked the traveler if | could take my project with 
me and have his people look at it, to which he replied 
that it would be no problem. The Teleforce had hit 
substantial roadblocks; | had no way to develop a power 
source sufficient for it. | didn't tell him what it was: | just 
said it was just an accelerator, not a weapon. | didn't 
want him second-guessing my motivations. | thought that 
if | could complete it in his universe, | could bring it back 
and take care of the...equilibrium problem myself. 


We left in the early morning, | admit, while the prospect 
of another universe didn't shock me considerably, the 
premise of actually travelling there was intriguing. The 
traveler grabbed my arm and adjusted something 
attached to his wrist; it resembled a simple watch but | 


couldn't get a good look at it. There was an intense flash 
and everything went black. For an instant | thought I'd 
been blinded, then | felt the terrifying free-fall. Tumbling 
through infinite darkness at unfathomable speed; | had 
never been more frightened in all my life. Even so, | 
experienced wonder and anticipation such that | had 
never known. Then, in an instant, it all stopped. | opened 
my eyes and saw...words fail to do it justice. More 
accurately, our words fail to do it justice. Just as | cannot 
write the traveler's true name in these letters and be 
satisfied with it, | cannot describe the transcendent 
beauty of his home-world. It was a world with a pulse, a 
life that | could palpate, and at that point | felt the 
enormity of my world's hollow and primitive nature 
collapse upon me. | cried, not at his world's beauty but at 
my world's sheer inferiority. 


I'm relieved that he never realized the real reason behind 
those tears. 


| was brought to a city, again, | am using the word "city" 
as nothing more than the most appropriate analogue. 
There the traveler introduced me to his family, and to 
many of his people. That feeling of contentment that he 
gave me during our first encounter now surrounded me 
on all sides; my sense of shame only deepened. This 
world wasn't just better, it was the closest thing to 
perfection that | could possibly imagine. They weren't 
pointlessly cheery, but they would not tolerate any of the 
idiotic and trivial nonsense that people fret over here. 


Then | met the others. One from each universe, as the 
traveler explained to me (him being the representative of 
his own universe). | will not go into details on their 
appearances; this is irrelevant and ephemeral 
information that reveals nothing of their vast intellect and 
ingenuity. | spent at least...a day simply talking with 
them. | kept my pocket watch with me during my visit, it 
was the only thing that kept record of Earth's time while | 
was there. They have their own form of time, of course, 


but it was more practical for me to keep using ours. 


| vastly enjoyed the time | spent conversing with them. 
We spoke of things | would never dare reference as 
"science" here, but they thought of it as no more strange 
than gravity itself. 


The traveler told everyone what the great project he had 
assembled us for was. We were to build a perpetual 
energy generator. Not only did this instill in me 
appropriately infinite fascination, but | identified that this 
was just what the Teleforce needed. Naturally, | 
volunteered my device to them to be the test subject for 
the generator once it was finished, just to see if it 
worked. To my delight, they accepted this proposal and 
we got to work. 


Over the course of a few short weeks, we compiled our 
data and at last it was | that found the solution: the 
properties of two specific substances, each from a 
different universe, when in interaction, should produce 
the reaction that would catalyze infinite energy. Both 
samples had been taken from universes that were 
inhospitable to our form of life; their subatomic nature 
was not only at odds with the realm in which | was 
residing, but with each other. It was only by virtue of a 
"causal membrane" the others provided me with that the 
samples could remain in existence here. | was certain 
that this paradoxical interaction was the key. 


| pored over the notes for nights, trying to finalize the 
designs. It was at that time that one of the others came 
to me, offering his help. The "watcher" is what | liked to 
call him. That is what he did: he watched me all the time, 
| don't know why, and he claimed | was just "interesting." 
Certainly disconcerting, but | can admit to having the 
same feeling myself often. He peered over my notes, 
and pointed out something | had missed, a simple error | 
had overlooked. With that, my calculations were 
complete, and we were ready to begin the test. | was 
ecstatic! 


The day came, and the traveler and | loaded the core 
into the Teleforce for our initial test. At first everything 
was going as we had foreseen, but when we inspected it 
one hour later, one of the others noticed something 
unusual: the amount of energy inside the core seemed to 
be diminishing, which didn't make any sense at all. 


Then the horrific realization came: it wasn't diminishing, 
the energy was converging upon itself infinitely. The core 
was reversing the flow of entropy. None of the others 
failed to see the critical danger of this predicament. If we 
could not neutralize the reaction, it could disrupt the flow 
of entropy for the entire universe. It would reverse time to 
the birth of existence. 


Hastily, | accessed the console of the Teleforce, and saw 
that someone had set it to activate in three hundred 
years. | tried to disable it, but | could not. The system 
would not recognize my commands, which can only 
mean that someone sabotaged the console. Then it 
clicked in my head with absolute certainty. 


| spun to face the watcher and declared him the culprit of 
the situation. He gave a smile that seemed to contain 
more malice than any one being should be capable of. 
He denied nothing, and went further: he explained that 
only he knew how to deactivate the Teleforce, and that 
disassembling it would do nothing but spread the 
reaction sooner. He leered at me in that way he always 
had, and | cursed myself for not figuring him out sooner; 
some "greatest mind" | was. Then he said it: What right 
did | have to hold him with contempt when | too came 
here to complete a weapon? Clearly, those wretched 
eyes had found my journal, for he then begun to describe 
the Teleforce's function and purpose. He commended 
me for coming to another universe to build it, rather than 
risk building it in my own, as it was exactly what he did. 
Why did he set it to three hundred years? It was merely a 
safeguard to ensure it didn't activate while he was still 
there. 


The watcher then disappeared back to his own universe, 
taking the only device capable of reaching it with him. 
We were left there with my great invention, now a time 
bomb for this universe that | had grown so fond of. Why 
did the Watcher want to create such a weapon in the first 
place? | don't know or care anymore. All | cared about 
was the fear and hopelessness of the traveler, his family, 
and his world. It was my theories that brought this upon 
them, it was all my fault. The traveler, though, did not 
blame me, and | think that was the final sign that | had to 
do what | did. 


| took the Teleforce back here. | took the death of 
existence back to my universe, where it belonged. | have 
betrayed all lifeforms in this cosmos, | have betrayed our 
entire future.