Instances do not require food or water but do still require air. 
Instances suffer from memory difficulties similar to 
anterograde amnesia. However, unlike most cases of 
anterograde amnesia, both procedural memory and 
declarative memory are affected. SCP-2904-1 instances 
cannot retain new memories or learn via conditioning. 
Instances demonstrate a significant resistance or outright 
immunity to many memetic hazards, cognitohazards and 
related phenomena. 


These changes are not caused by altered biology as was previously 
believed, but by an anti-causal effect. Whenever a SCP-2904-1 
instance is changed either physically or mentally, it reverts to its 
state at the time of exposure. For reasons that are poorly 
understood, the mental reversion occurs on a greatly reduced 
timescale when compared to the physical reversion. SCP-2904-1 
instances have not been documented to be able to retain any new 
information for periods in excess of 393 seconds. 


It should be noted that SCP-2904-1 instances can still be killed by 
most means that would normally kill an entity of their type. The 
reversion effect continues after death; after sufficient time, life signs 
return. However, all SCP-2904-1 instances who have died and then 
returned to life in this manner have thereafter remained ina 
comatose state from which they cannot be awakened. 


Recovery: SCP-2904 was recovered in 1935 from a dig site in 
Jammu and Kashmir, approximately km north of Skardu. This dig 
site was excavated after information was retrieved from SCP-1726 
which indicated that this site was of significance to the Daeva. 
Unlike other, similar sites that have been excavated, this site 
contained traces of non-Daeva occupation as well as the expected 
Daeva artifacts. 


SCP-2904 was discovered in a partially-collapsed, underground 
chamber 300 m from the central concentration of recovered 
artefacts. It was buried in rubble composed of finely-worked stone, 
badly-corroded copper fragments and iron oxide residue. It is 
hypothesised that SCP-2904 was part of a larger device or 
mechanism of unknown purpose. The remains found near 
SCP-2904 are of a style distinctly different to that typical of Daeva 
artefacts and are believed to be of non-Daeva origin. 


+ Test Log 2904-2 


This test log is to remain a part of the briefing materials 
for this object for as long as my wishes hold any sway. | 
humbly request that my successors keep it for reasons 
that | hope are self-evident. It is preserved not for its 
scientific merit but as a cautionary tale. Let those who 
engage in the scientific method without thought for the 
consequences of their actions take heed. — Harold 
Dunelm, Site-19 Assistant Director of Research, June 
1943. 


Test #: 2904-2 
Test Date: November 11th, 1942 


Subject is one of , Idaho. Subject was 
transferred to the Foundation from federal custody for 
testing purposes. 


Test begins: 


Subject is introduced to test chamber where SCP-2904 
has been placed on a steel table. 


have time to meet with him for as long as they need. For now, | 
leave this report open as further questioning of SCP-343 is 
ongoing." - Dr. Beck 


-[WARNING SL-4 or higher needed for further access]- 


Addendum #343-2: In regards to document 343-1a, there are no 
relevant records available or seemingly in existence and, similarly, 
all records of Dr. ever working with SCP-348 or Dr. 
Beck are missing and presumed non-existent. All staff questioned 
about the document convey ignorance of Document #343-1a and 
claim not to have met Dr. . Ina related matter, Senior 
officer Dr. Beck has requested a higher staff rotation "...to increase 
morale in worse-off sections." This is a very odd request and was 
the subject of further investigation. Other localized anomalies such 
as better health, greater job satisfaction, and lower fatalities in this 
section have led to the request being granted. This subject is now 
closed on orders of O5- . 


Addendum #343-3: Data recovered on // from routine check of 
Dr. 's network drive: 


Document #343-1a: "[DATA LOST]...as of [DATA 
EXPUNGED] ‘visitors’ of SCP-343 are to be questioned 
as to their intent and convers...[DATA LOST]...uestions 
pertaining to other SCP are to be put forth. [DATA 
LOST]... orders of Dr. 


Document #343-1b: "[DATA LOST]...apparently my 
orders have gone missing. This is the last straw Dr. B... 
[DATA LOST]...all my reports and requests to higher-ups 
have gone unnoticed. | will confront SCP-343 tomorrow 
signed Dr. ‘ 


« SCP-342 | SCP-343 | SCP-344 » 


Subject: So | just have to pick this thing up and run my 
finger around the groove, yeah? 


Test Control (via loudspeaker): Yes, that's right. Would 
you do that please, subject? 


S: OK. And it’s not going to... going to do anything to 
me, is it? Only the guys back at the barracks told me 
stories about what can happen in tests and — 


TC: Relax, this isn't anything like that. You're going to be 
fine. 


S: Uh-huh. Let's just get this over with. [Subject picks up 
SCP-2904 and touches the polar depression] Like this? 


TC: That’s right. Now follow the groove all the way to the 
end. 


S: No problem. [Subject runs a finger along the groove] 
So far, so good. [Subject reaches the end of the groove] 
Huh. | really thought that something was going to 
happen. 


TC: Excellent work. Now can you descri— 


S: Shit! It’s hot! [Subject drops SCP-2904 on the floor. It 
is undamaged.] What did you do to me? | can feel it 
inside me! This is just like the stories the guys were 
telling. What's happening to me? [Subject paces across 
the test chamber with his head in his hands, muttering 
under his breath.] 


TC: Calm down. Everything is going to be OK. [Subject 
ignores Test Control.] 


S: [Subject stops walking and addresses the wall near 
the loudspeaker.] What's going to happen to me? Am | 
dying? The guys told me something like this would 
happen. | should've listened. [Subject paces across the 
test chamber with his head in his hands, muttering under 
his breath.]. 


[Subject continues this pattern for three more cycles 
before Test Control gives up trying to calm him and ends 
the test.] 


2904-1-2 (as the test subject is now known) is still in 
Foundation custody. As of the date of preparing the 
updated version of this document, 2904-1-2 has been 
repeating this pattern with only minor variations for 63 
years. — , Lead Researcher for SCP-2904, 
December 2005. 


+ Addendum 2904-1 (classified level 3/2904 / level 4) 


Directive A120873 of the Committee for Memetic 
Hazards, Cognitohazards and Related Phenomena, 
12th August, 1973. 


The formation of Mobile Task Force Pi-20, to be known 
as “The Oathkeepers’” is this day ordered by the authority 
vested in this committee by the O5 Council. The creation 
of this new task force is pursuant to the aims and 
objectives of this committee, to wit; providing the 
Foundation with the tools, protocols, methods and 
knowledge with which to counter the increasing menace 
of memetic hazards, cognitohazards and other related 
phenomena. 


This committee hereby appoints Dr. Geoffrey Cobholm, 
currently serving as Assistant Scientific Advisor to this 
committee, as the commander of this new task force. Dr. 
Cobholm is given full authority to make such requisitions 
of personnel and materiel as are necessary to bring 
Mobile Task Force Pi-20 into a state of operational 
readiness in as short a timeframe as is practicable. 


The basic structure of Mobile Task Force Pi-20 shall be: 


* Twenty Operators who will provide the primary 
operational capacity of this task force. Operators 
will be exposed to SCP-2904 which will confer a 
high degree of resistance or immunity to a wide 


variety of memetic hazards, cognitohazards and 
related phenomena. Operator candidates are to be 
selected only from Foundation field operations 
personnel who have been diagnosed with 
dementia or a similar condition such that their 
quality of life can be expected to be improved by 
this assignment. See document 2904-B-12 for 
further details regarding Operator selection and 
preparation. 


¢ Such support and management personnel as are 
necessary to enable the Operators to carry out 
their assignments. These personnel are to be 
recruited from the ranks of the Foundation’s 
existing support and field operations personnel 
wherever possible, or where necessary, from 
approved partner organisations. 


This directive is to be distributed to all level 4 personnel 
using the Foundation Secure Bulletin Service. Further 
information regarding protocols for identifying situations 
requiring the intervention of this task force, for requesting 
such intervention and for setting up information conduits 
to and from this task force will be provided in later 
communications. 


+ Addendum 2904-2 (classified level 3/2904 / level 4) 


Report F011114c, Operational Oversight MTF Pi-20, 
1St November 2014. 


This document is the executive summary of report 
F011114. It contains background material relating to an 
incident involving MTF Pi-20 Operator #7 during a 
sanctioned mission on 12th September 2014. It also 
contains an overview of the results of the investigation 
into that incident. For full details please consult report 
FO11114. 


An excerpt from Operator #7’s mission recorder follows 
for context: 


All is serene. Situation check; there is no 
movement nearby, green for danger. |am ina 
large, industrial room filled with control panels 
and glowing displays showing a complicated 
web of blinking lights. There are screens 
showing a swirling pattern of colours, like a 
shoal of rainbow-hued fish. It makes me dizzy. 
| turn away. | feel better now. 


| look down at my left hand. It's empty. | look at 
my right hand. There is a tiny screen on the 
back of my glove. It shows a picture of a 
control panel. | look around. The picture 
matches one of the panels opposite the door. | 
move over to it and look down. There is an 
array of switches, sliders and typewriter 
keytops. Time to get further instructions. 


| raise my voice from the continual murmur of 
my auto-dictation "Control, this is Operator 
seven, | have reached the objective. Please 
advise, over." 


There are a few seconds of silence. Control 
comes through, crystal clear: “Operator seven, 
retrieve the package from your number-one 
pouch, over.” 


| reach into the pouch on the left side of my 
chest. | pull out a handful of fragments of 
plastic and metal. It looks like it used to be a 
cylinder about the size of my thumb. 


"Control, we have a problem with the package. 
It's been destroyed, over." 


“Dammit. Okay. we need you to stand by while 
we find an alternate solu—” 


There is the loud crump of a grenade going off 


in the corridor outside, followed immediately by 
screams. | must've set a trip-wire trap. Judging 
by the swearing mixed in to the screams it 
didn't get them all. | take a firing position 
behind a control panel. A man and a woman 
dressed in tactical gear rush through the open 
door and look around. They notice me and 
start to turn their weapons towards me. They 
are too slow. | fire a three-round burst and the 
man falls. Clean hits to the chest. The woman 
fires. She has not aimed carefully. Bullets slam 
into the control panel I’m crouched behind and 
sizzle past me. | hunch down behind cover, 
keep my head down. She’s firing on full-auto 
so | pause a second while the recoil pulls her 
weapon up. The bullets start tearing up the 
ceiling. | don’t give her time to recover her aim. 
| pop up and put a burst into the center of her 
chest. She drops. 


| line up on the doorway and wait; one, two, 
three, four five. Nothing. | ease out of cover 
and move over to the door, glance up and 
down the beige-carpeted corridor. There are 
three bodies, one of them still moving weakly. 
The blood collecting under him says not for 
long. | check the two people I’ve just shot and 
find they’re both still breathing. Their body- 
armour took the hits. | take a deep breath. | 
finish them both off. | don’t like it but it has to 
be done. | stand and breathe, letting myself 
relax. 


All is serene. Situation check; there is no 
movement nearby but there are two corpses at 
my feet and my weapon has recently been 
discharged, amber for danger. | am in a good- 
sized, industrial room filled with control panels 
and huge display panels showing an array of 
flashing lights. There are bullet-holes scattered 


about and several screens and displays are 
damaged. The remaining screens show a 
moving pattern of colours, like broken shards 
of a rainbow falling. It makes my head spin. | 
look at the floor. | feel better. 


| look at my left hand, which is empty. Control 
speaks in my ear: 


“Operator seven; we've found a solution. Are 
you still at the objective, over?” 


"One second, Control." | check my right hand. 
There is a tiny screen showing a picture of a 
control panel. That one. | move over to it. 
"Control, | am at the objective. What do | need 
to do, over?" 


“Okay, Operator seven, we need you to 
retrieve your comms array.” 


| reach over my shoulder and unfasten the 
array from its pouch. | take the tangle of wires 
and plastic boxes and hold it. 


"| have it, Control, over." 


“Operator seven, we want you to locate the 
green USB cable and disconnect it from the 
backup module, over.” 


"| see a green cable. Which end is the backup 
module, Control, over?" 


“The backup module is the smaller unit, over.” 
"Uh-huh. | have disconnected the green cable 


from the backup module. What do | do with it, 
over?" 


“If you look at the back of the control panel you 
should see a connection point that matches 
the green cable, over." 


| crouch behind the control panel. | see a mess 
of cabling entering and leaving the machine. 
There are too many to count. 


"Control, | don’t know where this goes. I'm 
going to need a little more help, over." 


“Right, okay, Operator. There should be a USB 
hub tucked in there... a small plastic rectangle 
with lots of cables connecting it to the control 
panel. Look for an empty socket there, over." 


| look. Everything is rectangular. Everything is 
plastic. 


"Contro|—" 


| hear movement; rapid, heavy footsteps inside 
the room. | jerk out from behind the control 
panel. | see a single combatant kneeling next 
to the dead bodies. He is checking them. He 
sees me at the same time as | see him. We 
both reach for our weapons. Mine is caught in 
a nest of cables, | tug it free but he’s already 
aiming. | see where the shot is going to fall. I'm 
moving away. I'm not fast enough. His first 
shot grazes my shoulder. The second caught 
me in the stomach. It feels like I’ve been hit 
with a hammer. My vision greys... 


All is serene. Aaah... it hurts. Situation. Check. 
My eyes won’t focus. | feel cold, red for 
danger. I’m in, inside? I’m lying on the floor. 
The floor is wet. | am injured and bleeding out. 
| roll onto my back and reach for the first aid kit 
on my belt. My right arm is numb. | reach 


awkwardly across with my left and... ahhh. | 
nearly passed out again. | open the kit one- 
handed. Bandages and dressings have rolled 
out onto the floor. There is a shadow standing 
over me. | hope it’s a friendly. 


Allis... cold... 


[Excerpt ends] 


Operator #7 appears to have died at this point. As a 
result of this loss the mission was deemed a failure. 
Regular forces were sent in and managed to clear out 
the attackers, although with unacceptably high 
casualties.