No, we weren't planning to utilise the RAINBOW BODY 
project for anything beyond passive surveillance. The 
project team actually did write to us with those concerns 
at some point in the 70s - Dr. Rajaputram at one point 
did fear some kind of takeover from us, when the war 
with Pakistan began - but we had to make that choice in 
Woodvale more than twenty years ago. He didn't know 
that, of course, but we did so then. At the time, we ended 


SCP-279: Meandering Man 


Item #: SCP-279 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: There is no known way of 
inhibiting SCP-279’s movements. As SCP-279 has not yet been 
sighted outside of its host town, D_, the city has been placed under 
a Level- lockdown. No media regarding SCP-279 are permitted to 
leave the town. If at all possible, the civilians are to be kept unaware 
of the anomalous properties of SCP-279, as well as the fact that 
their city is being monitored. SCP-279 requires no other containment 
methods to remain secure. A minimum of 2 agents are to follow 
SCP-279’s movements as closely as they are able. 


Description: SCP-279 appears to be a man in his early forties, of 
unremarkable appearance and dress. SCP-279 does not respond to 
any form of external stimuli, and has not been observed to deviate 
from a standard neutral expression. SCP-279 has been reported to 
spontaneously disappear and reappear throughout Ds presenting 
unusual difficulties to agents required to monitor it. 


SCP-279 seemingly spends the majority of its time travelling through 
the town of D_ . Attempts to eliminate SCP-279 have failed. 
SCP-279 continues whatever it is in the process of doing regardless 
of any injury it has sustained. Small portions of SCP-279 attempt to 
continue locomotion even when separated from the whole. In light of 
this, attempts to dispatch SCP-279 have been indefinitely 
postponed. All samples taken confirm that SCP-279 is human. 


At approximately 3:00 AM, SCP-279 vanishes for two hours and 
returns in its original state at another location in D . Containment or 
restraint is impossible as SCP-279 possesses an inordinate amount 
of strength when physically restrained and has utilized its ability to 
spontaneously reappear in a different location when indirectly 
restrained. 


up pushing the button - painfully and out of necessity. 
And we vowed never to do it again. 


Of course we had to pack it up. There was too much at 
stake. We'd agreed that we would only assist the war 
effort so far, in exchange for our safety, but the nature of 
the deal changed when the nature of our asset changed. 
We didn't think that our involvement in India would be 
ending anytime soon. We trusted the IAF in the way that 
we thought they trusted us. But the proposal had already 
been submitted by the project head, and our contacts 
would come calling at any moment to take it over - what 
would they have done if they had discovered their key 
asset dead, or transcended, or - whatever you want to 
call 2498? If we had let another party within the 
Foundation get their hands on the project before we did, 
suffice to say that things would have escalated a lot 
sooner. So in lieu of letting our own Foundation gut itself 
over an ethical mishap, O5-5 made his decision, and we 
backed him up on that. 


The concern of your Committee is warranted. The 
situation, if | may say so myself, was completely ripe 
back then. By '83, the Americans were flying into 
Peshawar every week. Reports were coming in from the 
Afghan front: soldiers charging through minefields on 
wings of air, bombs that ate gunmetal and left nothing 
else untouched. You've read the docs, seen the photos. 
We suspected salvaged Soviet paratech, but then the 
spears of light rained down on Zhawar in '85 and it 
became clear to us that action had to be taken, lest the 
world ended up with a second Iran. But there was 
nothing we had left to bargain with - nothing we had 
dared to use. "Lest we end up like them," O5-5 had said, 
| remember. We turtled inwards, and kept our eyes open. 
Though we could do nothing to prevent the horrors from 
unfolding, we could at least ensure our safety. And as 
long as we were safe, we would abide to our ethics and 
abide to our rules, and wait out the storm around us. 


So believe me when | say that everything we did was in 
the interest of containment, and nothing more. While 
there certainly were reasons to do so, we at the office of 
O5-5 had absolutely nothing to do with the armed 
takeover of Adjunct Site-2498 on the 17 of August, 
1988. 


Incident Report 2498/19880817 - Clearance 3 Brief: 


At 1247 hours, surveillance footage of Andhra Pradesh University 
showed an unmarked white lorry pulling into the university's 
compound. Its truck bed was covered with black tarpaulin. In the 
footage, it parks out of sight behind the Department of Architecture 
before the tarpaulin slips off the truck bed and the footage flares to 
white. This anomaly affected both the university's and Foundation's 
closed-circuit camera systems for the following three hours. 


At 1249 hours, five men entered the Department of Parapsychology 
with a pushcart and requested access to the basement level to 
perform plumbing maintenance. The duty receptionist Saanvi Gupta 
confirmed that there had been a pipe leakage in the women's 
bathroom in the first basement and that repairs had been scheduled 
for that day. 


Once the men had gained access to the first basement, they 
immediately proceeded to the women's bathroom with Gupta. They 
requested her to enter the bathroom first to make sure it was empty 
before they commenced repairs. When her back was turned, one of 
the men rendered Gupta unconscious with an electronic stun gun. 
Two of the five men then entered the bathroom and similarly 
subdued Foundation nurse Siti Agarwal. They removed her access 
card as well as the tip of her left pointer finger. Gupta and Agarwal 
were then tied up and gagged before being placed in the janitor's 
storage cubicle. 


The men then entered the second basement level via the concealed 
doorway in the basement lobby using Agarwal's access card and 
severed fingertip. They were confronted by the four on-site security 
staff in the main hallway before the site compound. In the ensuing 


firefight, the men incapacitated three of the security staff and killed 
Agent Richard Parsons as he activated the on-site distress signal. 
Meanwhile, Site-36 received Parson's distress signal and 
immediately moved to respond. 


Once inside Adjunct Site-2498, the men conducted a sweep of the 
offices, staff quarters, and experimental subject quarters, 
overpowering and restraining non-key personnel as they went. Key 
personnel - Dr. Govind Rajaputram, Dr. Vignes Ganeshan, and 
Researcher Priyanka Acharya - were brought to the site's meeting 
room instead. Franz Ziegler and Specialist Jocasta Simos were not 
among them, having initially evaded capture. 


Voice recorders in observation room #B2-04a were still functioning 
when two of the men entered at 1336 hours. They appeared to be 
under the belief that SCP-2498 was some form of voice-controlled 
remote weapon, and attempted unsuccessfully to activate it. At 1341 
hours, Dr. Rajaputram was brought into the observation room and 
was ordered to activate SCP-2498 at gunpoint. He refused. 


At that point, SCP-2498 complied to the men's demands. After 
communicating with their leader, the men restrained Dr. Rajaputram 
and left the premises on their vehicle. MTF Kappa-17 soon arrived 
on the scene under the cover of local law enforcement and took over 
the situation. 


The men were known to have dispersed into three groups of two 
following the attack, abandoning the lorry approximately 2 kilometres 
from the university. The first group was apprehended at 1356 hours 
by members of MTF Kappa-16 and avoided capture by committing 
suicide with cyanide capsules. The second group was tracked to an 
apartment in the port district, which was stormed by Kappa-16 
operatives at 1358 hours. The attackers were shot and killed in the 
resultant shootout. Foundation intelligence later tracked the last 
group traveling to a remote location outside Visakhapatnam, Andhra 
Pradesh. Anomalous assets were deployed from Site-36 and 
destruction of the getaway vehicle was confirmed by 1401 hours. 
However, the bodies of the two men were not found among the 
recovered wreckage. 


Head Researcher Ziegler and Specialist Simos later sent a distress 


signal at 1458 hours from a site evacuation safehouse a short 
distance away from Adjunct Site-2498. Ziegler surrendered himself 
to Foundation security forces and requested immediate medical 
assistance for Simos. Simos was airlifted to Site-36 and 
hospitalised, while Ziegler was brought into custody under suspicion 
of aiding the attack. 


SCP-2498 remained unresponsive following the incident. The 
Foundation recovery team that broke the seal on room #B2-04b 
reported that it was devoid of both the RAINBOW BODY equipment 
and the body of Arjun Rao. Despite this, gamma radiation continued 
to be detected emanating from within the room at 100 mSv/h. 
Following revision of existing documentation, SCP-2498 was 
reclassified as Neutralised. 


> VIEW ATTACHMENT: LEVEL-3/2498 ADDITIONAL 
DOCUMENTATION 


Standard Dream Report 66-Y/2498 (reconstructed): 
FORM 66-Y - STANDARD DREAM REPORT 
Personnel: Specialist Jocasta Simos 
Estimated Degree of Recall: 90% 


Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: HIGH Unknown. 
God, | don't know. 


Description: 


| would like to report a series of dreams that | believe | 
received from SCP-2498. Altogether, | cannot remember 
the number of them, but I'm sure that the last of them 
came last night. 


They came in three forms. The first happened around the 
beginning of July, and continued for roughly two weeks. 


In those dreams, | was alone in a large gray space, with 
lights set into the ceiling, just like in the office. | had 
those dreams even at home, when | was on rest. There 
was a murky quality to the dream, and a vast, faint sound 
from a distance, like the chanting of a prayer. Whenever 
| tried to move towards it, however, | found myself 
blocked by a shadow. There was a kind of great distance 
between me and everything else, stopping me from 
breaking through, like | had myself receded into a point 
inside my chest. When | awoke, | had the faint memory 
of an old friend calling, and a kind of ringing in my ears. 


| did not report these dreams due to their highly indefinite 
nature. Instead, | started visiting SCP-2498 on a regular 
basis, under the suspicion that it was responsible for 
them. But he grew gradually incoherent and | could not 
talk to him at all without breaking down into tears. | 
stopped visiting SCP-2498 after a while, when Ziegler 
persuaded me not to. | went with it, because to me it was 
clear that SCP-2498 could not provide any more 
answers in person. 


Instead | tried to pay more attention to the dreams. In 
mid-July, they began to change into something with a 
more recognisable shape. My vision in the dreams 
began to clear, and it felt to me that | was actually on the 
inside of some kind of bell, looking outwards. | began to 
understand why | had difficulty moving in any direction, 
because the dream only had two: outside and in. One 
night | finally worked up the courage to look away from 
the outside, and found myself gazing at SCP-2498. He 
was the shadow that had blocked me from within, and | 
was inside his mind, looking out. 


SCP-2498 did not look like he was in real life. While he 
still bore the shape of a man in the dream-bell, it was not 
the intubated wasted figure that | last saw on the bed in 
the room. He was a whole man again, and his body was 
covered with eyes. As new senses awoke within me, | 
perceived that his body also shimmered like the evening 


sky - | use the word "perceive" here, deliberately, 
because it was only then, when my senses fully came 
into being, that | began to have an understanding of what 
it had meant for the Project's participants to "see". | 
understood then as well what SCP-2498 had meant back 
then, when | was first sent to talk with his corpse. One 
did not see, in the eyes of the rainbow body - one merely 
understood. 


Gradually, the shapes outside became more definite and 
more chaotic, as the gray turned into a blur of 
movement, in freeze-frames or lightning speed, like a 
film gone mad. Lights turned into dark turned into 
shapes, and the shapes spun and the gray spun with all 
colours at once, and | wanted to scream with terror. Even 
worse were the moments of silence when long shadows 
would cross the cornucopia, swimming through the deep, 
surfacing and unsurfacing from the world at will. It 
connotated to me the sudden fearful notion that this was 
not all - that there were other realms, other seas, like 
Rao had said of the skies beyond skies, and the shells 
beyond shells... | was looking at the mountains that he 
spoke of. | was seeing what SCP-2498 was seeing, held 
his complete knowledge of all things. But | did not hold 
his comprehension, the peace he seemed to hold within 
the bell, and | think | would have gone mad if it were not 
for the filter of the dream upon my rational mind. 


| experienced that type of dream - that nightmare - for a 
long, long time, sitting within his mind for what felt like 
weeks, watching and watching and unable to look away. 
Sometimes | woke in tears. Slowly, | learned to accept 
the chaos and subsume part of it as my own. The 
shadow no longer prevented me from moving out: all | 
needed was to focus inwards and search his mind, and | 
could attempt remotely the art of seeing as he saw, 
knowing as he knew. Steeling my mind, | managed to 
recognise, or thought | did, familiar faces and histories, 
most of them my own. | perceived my many possible 
futures, and an even greater multitude of pasts - though | 


couldn't read them, for they were so fast. Growingly, | 
also felt something in the space reaching out towards 
me, as | reached towards my visions. It was like a smell 
of something long forgotten, tinged with the smell of 
death. | recognised that sensation in full only in the third 
and final dream sequence, which happened last night. 


Here is the dream: 


| opened my eyes to find that | was myself, and | was 
also SCP-2498. | no longer looked through his eyes, for 
they were mine as well. In his voice, | asked SCP-2498 if 
he had a message to give. In my voice, SCP-2498 
answered. He spoke to me in words that came all at 
once, in one sound like rolling waves or unfurling cloth, 
whose meaning | only grasped when | awoke. In total, he 
said four words to me that night. 


The first word that he said had the meaning of, "Listen 
very carefully. In the best of all worlds, | am twice-dead." 


The second word that he said was a series of signs, or 
signals, through which | would know that he would die 
that day. They were the knocks on the door, the kiss on 
the cheek, and the silence of the birds. 


The third word that he said had the meaning of, "It is by 
your hand that | will die a second death." 


The last word that he said contained the instructions as 
to how. Through his body, | protested, thrashing against 
the dream's veil. Through his mouth | questioned, why 
me? Why this? | think | wept through his eyes, too. 


Then | awoke, and immediately understood. 
Thus concludes the report of my dreams. 


Note: The document above is transcribed from an unsubmitted 66-Y 
form found in a drawer of Specialist Simos's desk. The document 
was hanawritten and the ink was heavily smeared with numerous