Iceman: We initially tested and then refined 
the process on political prisoners. Once we 
were confident with our methodology, we 
began to look for children - more malleable 
and easily trained. We struck gold in 1960: that 
May, the KGB brought in a set of conjoined 
triplets. These children were horribly deformed 
and yet immensely capable - we determined 
that it was almost entirely their psionic abilities 
keeping them alive. We spent another year 
assessing and measuring the triplets' psionic 
capabilities, and once we were ready to 
proceed... over the course of forty-eight hours, 
we treated them with massive dosages of 
LSD, forced them to watch specially-made 
propaganda, and electrocuted them to death. 
The triplets' consciousnesses disassociated 
and we were able to capture them with 
[REDACTED]. | want to be clear - | am not 


proud of this. | did it because | believed that 
their sacrifice would change the world for the 
better. 


Questioner: How exactly did you control and 
operate Redline? 


Iceman: [REDACTED] 


Questioner: Was Redline tested? How was it 
tested? 


Iceman: Five times. The first four times, we 
brought it in front of increasingly larger groups 
of incarcerated violent criminals, activated it, 
and then asked them to attack people whom 
we Claimed had had them incarcerated to 
begin with. The fourth time, we brought 
Redline in front of the entire population of the 
Norillag gulag. Fifty thousand of the most 
vicious criminals known to man - looters, 
murderers, rapists - dropped their makeshift 
knives and refused to move an inch, even as 
we threw the gates of the camp wide open. 


Questioner: Wasn't the Norillag gulag closed 
in 1957? 


Iceman: Only officially. 
Questioner: What was the fifth test? 


Iceman: Nikita Khrushchev and John F. 
Kennedy. Even ten thousand kilometers away, 
in the middle of the Verkhoyansk Range, we 
were following the events in Cuba - we were 
certain that nuclear war was inevitable and all 
our work would be for naught. We were 
terrified for humanity. We fired Redline on 
Moscow, four thousand kilometers away, then 
on Washington, twice as far. We had no idea if 


it actually worked. All we cared about was that 
war had been averted. 


Iceman chuckles. 


Iceman: Perhaps we even caused our own 
downfall. 


Questioner: What do you mean? 


Iceman: Less than a week after the Crisis 
ended, Khrushchev ordered that the Division 
be closed down and all of its projects 
destroyed or put into storage. Psychotronics 
Command was furious - it meant they were 
almost entirely impotent in Soviet politics. They 
brought in a new psychic and ordered us to 
rework Redline into a more aggressive state. 
Thinking about it now, | suppose it was 
inevitable. With Redline, we could strip entire 
armies of the will to fight... to resist... to 
breathe. First the Kremlin, then Russia, and 
then... 


Iceman pauses for one second. 


Iceman: We were to perform a conjunction: 
implanting Redline's consciousness into the 
new prisoner and then disassociating it again. 
This would drastically amplify its powers, but 
for conquest. | was disgusted by the idea; it 
was a betrayal of the ideals for which we - and 
the children - had sacrificed so much. | 
decided to defect. | was lucky enough to have 
near-unlimited access to the entire GRU 
Division "P" library and need to leave for Berlin 
during the week of Christmas. Those were the 
most terrifying weeks of my life. 


Questioner: Did you follow through with this 
conjunction process? 


SCP-301, there will be no effect. This has been noted for future 
containment protocols. There is also a minimum limit for what 
SCP-301 can accommodate. We've filled the containment room with 
easily detectable gases, as well as bombarding SCP-301 with 
radioactive particles. However, there is no evidence of any of these 
substances being successfully transported. The prevailing 
hypothesis is that SCP-301's minimum limit is based on density 
rather than size: solids and liquids are affected while gases and 
individual molecules are not. -Dr. 


Experiment Log 301C 


Entries include subject identification number, egress point, and trip 
duration, followed by a listing of major sensory elements of the 
teleportation experience. Note that, for recovery purposes, all test 
subjects are equipped with a remote beacon harness that reports 
the subject's GPS co-ordinates to a Foundation satellite every 15 
seconds from anywhere on Earth. 


Subject: D-05738 
Egress Point: , lowa, United States 
Duration: min 


Kinetic: None 

Visual: None 

Auditory: None 

Olfactory: None 

Tactile: Sensation of slimy tendrils moving over subject’s 
body 

Gustatory: None 

Other Notes: None 


Subject: D-09983 
Egress Point: , China 
Duration: min 


Kinetic: Floating sensation, as though suspended in 
liquid 
Visual: A red transparent liquid environment; subject 


Iceman: No. | left for Berlin on the week of the 
procedure. Then | fled and came here. 


Questioner: Thank you. That will be all. 
[END TRANSCRIPT] 
Addendum 2664.2: Investigation of SCP-2664 


Following aerial reconnaissance of the Verkhoyansk Range and 
confirmation of the existence of the Psionics Research Facility, 
Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 ("Mind over Matter") was dispatched 
to investigate the facility and ascertain the status of SCP-2664 and 
any other anomalies within. 


+ Exploratory Mission Alpha Part | 


Mission Abstract: Investigate the Psionics 
Research Facility, determine the status of 
SCP-2664, and identify any other anomalies 
and/or GRU Division "P" researchers on-site. 
This mission transcript was broken into 
multiple logs for ease of reading. 


Assigned Task Force: Mobile Task Force 
Lambda-9 "Mind over Matter" (8 members) 


Additional Information: All members of the 
infiltration team were equipped with Keter- 
grade anti-psionic equipment, such as 
electrum-lined helmets, and experimental 
hollow-cavity firearms for inflicting maximum 
cerebral damage. Additionally, members L9-1 
and L9-2 possessed scouting- and offensive- 
grade psionic capabilities. While L9-1 was an 
experienced agent that had led Lambda-8 for 
eleven years, L9-2 was a new agent chosen to 
replace the previous L9-2 (who was killed 
during the recontainment of SCP- _ ). 


[BEGIN LOG] 


Lambda-9 is airdropped into the Verkhoyansk 
Range approximately 2.5 kilometers away 
from the Psionics Research Facility. The 
landing zone is relatively level, albeit icy. A 
storm is gradually forming over the area; 
visibility is lowered as a result. 


L9-1: Equipment check. 


All members of the team confirm that their 
equipment is functional. 


L9-1: Blizzard's picking up, we might lose our 
reception. Command, do you copy? 


Command: Confirmed, 1. Proceed as 
planned. You may withdraw from the hot zone 
if you judge that conditions will become too 
harsh. 


L9-1: Understood... Right, let's just run down 
the plan real quick. The six of us are checking 
out the facility, and you two are staying back 
here to keep an eye on the copter. We're 
gonna do a standard sweep-and-clear and 
then report back on whatever we find. Okay? 


General assent from the group. 
L9-1: Right. Let's get going then. 


Lambda-9 proceeds towards the facility. The 
journey is uneventful, though -1 and -2 each 
report a sudden migraine as they approach. 


L9-1: Command, we have reached the facility. 
Matches the informant's description: a big 
block of concrete with small windows and 
vents near the top. | can see three guard 
towers around the building... probably a fourth. 
Two just performed a basic mental sweep; he 


can't sense any living things and the counter- 
surveillance equipment isn't picking up 
anything. Looks like we're the only people 
outside. 


Command: Understood. Proceed with 
infiltration but stay alert. 


L9-1: Roger. Alright, Three, check out the 
door. See what you can do. 


It is assumed that L9-3 investigates the main 
door and opens it. Lambda-9 enters one ata 
time, with L9-1 taking point. 


At this point, all audiovisual telemetry fails and 
contact with the infiltration team is lost. L9-7 
and L9-8 are able to maintain audio contact 
with Command. Five minutes later, L9-7 
experiences psionic telemetry4 vis-a-vis L9-1. 
L9-1 proceeds to use L9-7 as an 
unconventional mouthpiece to report on the 
conditions of the Facility. 


L9-7: Hello? Can you hear me? Eight? Are 
you there? It's One! 


L9-8: What the hell? One? 


Command: L9-7? Are you there? L9-1, we 
can't reach your radios - how are you able to 
communicate through Seven? 


L9-7: I'm not sure. All our radio equipment 
died as soon as we walked in, but mine and 
Two's psionic powers are going crazy. We can 
still sense Seven and Eight, but | can't tell how 
far away they are... and there's something 
else. Something... different. | think it's juicing 
us up - it's how | could tap into Seven. | don't 
know how to describe it, it feels... it feels like 


there's something spying on us. Felt like | 
should try to reach out and keep you informed. 
Seven should be fine; mild headache at worst. 


Command: One, what are you seeing? 


L9-7: We're standing on a double helix. 
Vertically. The moment we walked through the 
door we were standing perpendicular to it. It's 
like we're on the side of a giant, multicolored 
double helix. It's orange and green and purple 
and red and... 


L9-7 is quiet for a moment. 


L9-7: And it just... Keeps going, into this large, 
empty, white space. | can't see a horizon. 
There's no horizon at all. There's a bunch of 
these... orbs floating off in the distance. 
They're all kinds of colors like red and blue 
and green and black but | can't tell how far 
away they are. I'm not even sure if they're that 
far away. None of us can. The helix just keeps 
going - but it's not getting smaller. It just... 
goes on forever. The door's floating about... I'd 
say three meters above us. Relatively 
speaking, | mean. | can see the outside of this 
place. The snow. Four's gonna try jumping up 
there. 


There is a brief pause before L9-7 suddenly 
screams. 


L9-8: Fuck! 

L9-7: FOUR! Jesus christ! Six, don't! God- 
damn-it Six - god - damn - it STOP! There's 
nothing you can do! Fuck! 


L9-7 breathes heavily before speaking again. 


L9-7: Command? Four tried jumping up to the 
door, but as soon as he jumped it was like 
gravity suddenly came back. He couldn't make 
the jump and just fell down. Down down. Past 
the helix down. We can't see him anymore. 
But | can still sense him... he's still falling. And 
screaming. 


L9-7: | don't know, Six! Fuck. Let's just... keep 
going? Okay? Okay. 


L9-8: Six? 


L9-7: Yeah. |'m talking to the rest of the 
team... We're agreed. We're going to press 
forward, look for another way out of here. 
Maybe we'll catch up to Four - | can still sense 
him. He's still falling. And screaming. 


For the next three hours, L9-7 is unresponsive 
to both -8 and Command's attempts at 
communication before speaking again. 


L9-7: Command? We've found something. 
The helix branches off a bit. There's a doorway 
there. | can see inside... it looks like a lab of 
some kind. We can walk to it. Hopefully it's a 
way out. 


L9-7: Damn, it's a no go. We're back in the 
real world... but the only door out of here is the 
same way we came in. And these walls must 
be, what, fifteen centimeters thick? | can't 
sense Four anymore... 


L9-7 is quiet for several seconds. 


L9-7: We're gonna take a look around the lab, 
see what we can find before we go back in. 
Right now I'm seeing a lot of dust, lots of 
tables with scientific equipment on them. 


Microscopes, test tubes - ugh, there's 
something floating in there - shelves full of 
electrical parts... that's odd. The power's still 
on. Looking at a... what's this thing called?... 
An oscilloscope. It's still on. What's this, a 
wave of some kind? All jittery and messy. Huh. 
Looks like the place was abandoned in a hurry 
- hm? 


L9-7: Jesus. Command? Three found 
something. Dead Ruskie in the corner of the 
room. Sitting in a chair in front of an... 
oscilloscope. The top of his skull, uh, it's just 
gone. His brain... it's all stretched out. Like 
Silly Putty. It's... jammed into all the 
equipment here. There's brain in the 
microscopes, in the oscilloscope, into the 
walls. Uh, other than that, he looks normal 
enough? About... about thirty years old. Isn't 
showing any signs of decomposition. Kind of 
dusty though. 


L9-7: Oh, hey yeah. Command? There's an ID 
tag on this guy. Named... Albert Brin. 


L9-7: Five's scraping a bit of Albert's brain off 
the wall for a sample. We decided we're gonna 
rest in here for a few hours, then go back into 
the helix. I'm gonna break off the connection 
now - keeping it up in this mess is exhausting. 
Tell Seven thanks. 


Command: Understood. Sweet dreams. 
[END LOG] 


L9-7 briefly slumps over before regaining 
consciousness and receiving a briefing from 
L9-8. Worsening weather conditions soon 
force -7 and -8 to evacuate the area in the 
helicopter. Command consults with the 


Psionics Division, which recommends various 
breathing and meditation techniques for -7 and 
-8 to practice to lessen the physical and 
mental demands of the psionic connection. 


Shortly afterwards, Iceman is debriefed a 
second time, but is unable to provide any 
insights on the phenomena occurring within 
the facility. 


+ Exploratory Mission Alpha Part II 


Mission Abstract: Investigate the Psionics 
Research Facility, determine the status of 
SCP-2664, and identify any other anomalies 
and/or GRU Division "P" researchers on-site. 
This mission transcript was broken into 
multiple logs for ease of reading. 


Assigned Task Force: Mobile Task Force 
Lambda-9 "Mind over Matter" (8 members) 


[BEGIN LOG] 


When the storm clears the following morning, 
L9-8 immediately returns the helicopter to the 
Original insertion point, at which point L9-7 
experiences psionic telemetry again (the rigor 
of which is dramatically lessened by the 
aforementioned breathing and meditation 
techniques). 


L9-7: Eight? Are you there? 

L9-8: One? That you? 

L9-7: Holy - No, uh, it's Two! Guys! Wake up! 
Hey! They finally picked up. Command? Me 


and One have been trying to reach you for 
hours. What the hell happened? 


L9-8: Sorry. Storm picked up and we had to 


get outta there. 


L9-7: Alright. We were worried something had 
happened. Seven and Eight are fine, guys. 
There was a storm last night and they had to 
ditch the LZ. Warn us next time, will ya? 


L9-8: Heh, will do. 


L9-7:...Alright. We're gonna keep going down 
the helix. One? Lead the way. 


L9-7 is quiet for three minutes. 


L9-7: Christ. Yeah, | feel it. Four's screaming 
again. Still falling. Coming from the right. 


L9-7 is quiet for two hours. 


L9-7: Wait. One, you feel that? Feels like he's 
coming from the... You all saw that, right? 
What the hell... 


L9-7: Command? Uh... Four just went 
screaming by. From the left. 


L9-7: We're gonna, uh, keep going. We'll try to 
catch him if he... comes by again. 


Command: Understood. 
L9-7 is quiet for fifteen minutes. 


L9-7: Found another door. Looks like another 
lab. Me, Three, and Six are gonna check out 
the lab. Rest of us're gonna wait out here in 
case Four comes by again. 


Command: Understood. 


L9-7: Hey. Command? Did you talk to the... 
that Ruskie spy who told us about this place? | 


didn't even think about it while the shit with 

Four was going down or any of that, but... | 
wasn't expecting this. What the hell is going 
on? 


Command: We did. He disavowed all 
knowledge of the current state of the facility, 
even under intense interrogation. 


L9-7: Oh... Yeah, he's saying they don't know. 
C'mon. 


L9-7: Okay. Command, you there? Lab looks 
a lot like the other one. Lots of junk, weird 
machines, but there's nothing else besides 
dust and...