After learning of the properties of SCP-1913-1, two life boats loaded 
with 2 cadavers were planted in V waters to throw off groups of 
interest. Cadavers were D-class personnel who have died during 
testing. Due to the ship's state of disrepair prior to voyage, the 
sinking of the was proclaimed to have been caused by its 
mechanical condition. 


Encounter-001 Report: Upon SCP-1913-1's arrival at Site- on 
04/02/191 , SCP-1913-2 and SCP-1913-3 attacked the site, causing 
emergency evacuation protocols to be activated. SCP-1913-2 
repeatedly threw SCP-1913-3 at the escape vehicle carrying 
SCP-1913-1, which caused considerable damage to the vehicle 
before escaping. SCP-1913-2 and SCP-1913-3's exclusive interest 
in SCP-1913-1 led to the formation of Convoy Omega-8, and the 
collective designation of the three entities. 


Encounter-015 Report: An additional attempt to capture either 
SCP-1913-2 or SCP-1913-3 has failed. SCP-1913-2 and 
SCP-1913-3 have yet to cease pursuit of Convoy Omega-8. 
SCP-1913-2's constant movement, apparent knowledge of 
Foundation vehicles, and SCP-1913-3's constant explosive nature 
has made containment of the entity difficult. Tranquilizer darts, 
blasts of water, fire, and gunfire have been utilized, but have yet to 


subdue either entity. 


Encounter-029 Report: SCP-1913-2 and SCP-1913-3 followed and 
attacked Convoy Omega-8 while it was receiving supplies at 
Site-45-A. Convoy Omega-8 requested back-up, but was 
incapacitated before arrival. Dr. Hayward and Agent Crowely 
attempted to proceed to the roof to await evacuation with 
SCP-1913-1, but were led into Research Lab 1 , where Agent 
Crowely prevented SCP-1913-3's acquisition of SCP-1913-1, while 
preventing Dr. Hayward's termination. For more information, see 
Interview 1913-A. SCP-1913 has been reclassified as Euclid. 


Interview 1913-A: 
Interviewed: Agent Crowely 
Interviewer: Dr. Toki 
<Begin Log> 
Agent Crowely: Can | say something for the record? 
Dr. Toki: Wha- Oh, go ahead. 


Crowely: It was a mistake to put Dr. Hayward up with 
The Cats in the Cradle. The kid's bright, but he's too 
green. He just got out of school; he hardly even knows 
the difference between mind-altering effects and 
infohazards. He didn't do anything wrong, but if he just... 
| apologize. | like the kid, and I'm obviously biased, but 
he could've been more prepared if he was assigned to a 
safer group first; experienced these things instead of 
getting some lecture about it... [exhales] Sorry, | needed 
to get that off my chest. 


Dr. Toki: It's fine. 


Crowely: ... You wanted to ask me about encounter 
twenty-nine, right? 


Dr. Toki: Please. 


Crowely: Right. We only needed basic supplies: food 
and fuel. We weren't expecting to spend more than a few 
minutes at 45, but we were all kinds of jumpy. We hadn't 
seen the dog or the girl for days, so we were expecting 
something from them. Hayward and | were hauling Dash 
One to the site's garage, and sure enough, the car 
exploded behind us. They must've been following us, 
waiting till we got to another site to attack, because they 
seem to've attacked us immediately after the twelve of us 
got out. 


Dr. Toki: And this is when you alerted Site-45, and 
attempted to reach the roof for evac? 


Crowely: Yes. Either that or let them do god knows what 
with it. Didn't matter much though, because we ended up 
in some poor bastard's lab, with those two banging down 
the door. Two started throwing itself at the door till Dash 
Three told it to move over before it blew the door off, 
which set off the sprinklers. That... thing, Three, just 
walked right up to me. Didn't do anything: didn't attack, 
didn't explode, didn't have the girl attack, and have it 
explode, it just sat there. Only thing | could think to say 
was 'Why?'... Its been a long time since | felt so 
powerless... It told me that it was doing this as a service, 
that its flame was redemption. It said that they can't see, 
can't hear, can't feel; they're just left with themselves... 
see no evil, and all that... 


Dr. Toki: What happened to Dr. Hayward? 


Crowely: [pause] The idiot threw a microscope at it... 
Didn't matter much, Dash Three knocked him into the 
counter afterward. It was steamed, clearly. Hayward got 
burned, but he was soaked too. Prevented him from 
burning too bad... | don't know why, but Three told Two 
to kill him for it. Maybe it thought the kid was beneath it 
or figured that Two'd do a better job. 


Ended up picking the kid up and throwing him to the far 
wall, crashing into these jars of sulfur before... Well, 


before Dash Two reached through his chest. Dash Two 
was about to charge him, but it stopped. Three seemed 
to get angry at Two till it took a look at the rocks covering 
Hayward. | put two and two together and assumed that 
the rocks were what was spooking them, so | did what | 
could... It felt good, seeing those things actually running 
from us for a change... Hey, is that all? I'm hoping to see 
some people at the infirmary before visiting hours close. 


Dr. Toki: You said to remind you that you wanted to 
share a concern about the SCP-1913 entities as a 
whole? What was it? 


Crowely: Ah, yeah, Hayward was going to report it at 
Site-45. He's been interrogating Dash One for a while, 
and got something out of it. He's had his suspicions 
about how SCP-1913 functions, and felt that there was 
something more to it than what we knew. Didn't tell me, 
but it seemed urgent. Thought it was worth bringing up. 


Listen, I'd tell you if | knew it, but all | really know is that | 
lived to see those things tear out Hayward's fucking 
heart... And so did he. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: Dr. Hayward was released from 
intensive care one month after this interview, recovering 
from third degree burns over his arms and torso, and the 
cauterization of a hole through his chest. Mentions of the 
release or creation of a fourth entity if SCP-1913-2 or 
SCP-1913-3 reaches SCP-1913-1, in addition to a 
physical change in SCP-1913-1, has been discussed 
with Dr. Hayward and was confirmed by SCP-1913-1, 
but denied by SCP-1913-3. 


Footnotes 

1.DOCUMENT 1913-53version-1SCP-1913-1:Site-45-C, Las Vegas. 
Floor 7, Secure Holding Cell #703.SCP-1913-2:Site- , Orlando, Fla. 
Floor , Secure Holding Cell# .SCP-1913-3:Site- , New York City. 
Floor , Secure Holding Cell # 


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SCP-1914: Refurbished Infantry Personnel 


Item #: SCP-1914 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1914 is to be housed ina 
modified humanoid containment cell equipped with ventilation 
appropriate for preventing exhaust buildup. Every 10-12 hours, 
SCP-1914's engine must be activated for at least two hours in order 
to allow its battery to recharge fully; while active, it is to be fed 
approximately 250 grams of nutrient-supplemented baby food and 
one half-liter of purified water to maintain its organic components, 
and may at its request be provided reading glasses and books or 
music published prior to 1916 for recreational purposes. SCP-1914 
is to be provided with a cane for ease of movement within its cell, 
and is to be transported by wheelchair or stretcher and 
accompanied by a medical professional at all times if removed from 
its cell for testing or examination while active. 


While inactive, SCP-1914's fuel tank is to be refilled with standard 
diesel fuel, its waste tank is to be drained, and it is to undergo 
medical and mechanical examination at least once per week. At 
least once per month, SCP-1914's oil tank and radiator are to be 
drained, flushed, and refilled with fresh motor oil and coolant. Any 
mechanical components in danger of breaking or malfunctioning are 
to be replaced with components of identical construction as soon as 
possible and any illness or physical injury not directly related to 
SCP-1914's anomalous nature is to be treated immediately. 
SCP-1914 is considered to be at high risk for viral/bacterial infection 
and is not to be exposed to any staff members suffering from 
infectious diseases. 


Description: SCP-1914 is a human male approximately 1 years of 
age as of / /20 , whois believed to have undergone extreme 
mechanical modification during the early 20th century. SCP-1914's 
heart, lungs, liver, pancreas, gallbladder, appendix, segments of the 


small and large intestines, colon, bladder, urinary, and reproductive 
organs have been removed, and approximately 83% of the 
specimen's epidermis (with the exception of areas covering the face, 
right upper leg, and left shoulder) has been replaced with leather. X- 
ray examination indicates that portions of the musculoskeletal 
structure in the limbs have been surgically removed and replaced 
with latex, steel rods, and automotive pistons, and that tubing has 
been installed allowing liquid coolant and motor oil to travel through 
the body. A fuel tank, oil tank, and coolant tank have been mounted 
to the specimen's back, which hold a maximum of five US gallons 
(18.9 liters), five US quarts (4.73 liters), and one US gallon (3.78 
liters) of diesel fuel, motor oil, and coolant respectively. 


SCP-1914's abdominal cavity contains an unbranded automobile 
battery, a radiator (which partially protrudes from the specimen's 
right side), and a compact two-stroke diesel engine powered by the 
fuel tank mounted to the specimen's back. The engine is activated 
by means of a pull cord extending out of SCP-1914's back below the 
fuel tank; when active, energy produced by the engine provides 
power to a mechanical pump and bellows installed within the 
thoracic cavity, which replicate the functions carried out by the heart 
and lungs in healthy human beings, and charges the battery, which 
allows these functions to continue while the engine is inactive. While 
its engine is running, SCP-1914 is conscious and fully aware of its 
surroundings; when inactive, the specimen becomes non-responsive 
and enters a state of brain activity resembling non-REM deep sleep. 
SCP-1914 requires food and water to maintain the health of its 
organic components; waste matter produced by its digestive tract is 
expelled into a tank contained in its lower abdomen, which must be 
manually drained by means of a hatch located between its thighs. 


SCP-1914 speaks fluent English with an accent characteristic of the 
area of Birmingham, England, UK. In its active state, SCP-1914 has 
been observed to have difficulty standing or walking under its own 
power; during testing, the specimen has described having extreme 
difficulty maintaining its sense of balance, and does not appear to be 
able to bend its right knee, manipulate the toes on either foot, 
manipulate the fingers on its right hand, or extend either arm above 
its shoulders. Maximum unassisted walking speed of SCP-1914, 
when provided with a cane, is approximately 0.5 kilometers per 


hour. SCP-1914's neck is rigid and it is incapable of turning its head 
without pivoting the rest of its body. SCP-1914 possesses 20/60 
vision and states that it is able to hear people speaking loudly in its 
presence, but that it possesses no sense of smell or taste, cannot 
sense ambient temperature, that it does not feel hunger or thirst 
when deprived of food and water, and that it does not feel pain when 
its organic components are damaged. 


+ Show Interview Log 1914-1 
Interview Log 1914-1 
Interviewed: SCP-1914 
Interviewer: Dr. S. Samesh 
<Begin Log> 
Dr. Samesh: Please state your name. 


SCP-1914: Corporal George [REDACTED], 
29th Division. 


Dr. Samesh: You're in the army, then? 
SCP-1914: Volunteered for the war, sir. 
Dr. Samesh: Which war? 


SCP-1914: The Great War, of course. The war 
to end all wars. 


Dr. Samesh: How old were you when you 
signed up? 


SCP-1914: Sixteen. | told the recruiter | was 
twenty-one. My folks were livid, but all my 
friends were joining up too and | thought | 
ought to do something. 


Dr. Samesh: How did you end up the way you 
are now? 


SCP-1914: We were advancing on an enemy 
position in the Somme and a German shell 
landed right in front of us. A few feet closer 
and I'd have been torn to pieces. As it was it 
nearly took my leg off and | couldn't get back 
up. It wasn't until nightfall they found me and 
took me to the medical tent. 


Dr. Samesh: Did this happen to you there? 


SCP-1914: No. The doctors said there wasn't 
anything they could do except give me some 
morphine to make me more comfortable. A 
priest came by and gave me the Last Rites 
and all. 


Dr. Samesh: When did it happen? 


SCP-1914: Some men showed up that day. 
Americans, in suits. | saw them talking to the 
doctors for awhile and then one of them 
pointed at me. They put me on a stretcher and 
loaded me in a lorry, and told me | was a lucky 
man. 


Dr. Samesh: Who were they? 


SCP-1914: They said they were part of some 
American company that was working with the 
government on a secret project. 


Dr. Samesh: What sort of project? 


SCP-1914: To take soldiers who couldn't fight 
anymore and put them back in the battle. They 
said they were going to watch me die. And 
then they were going to bring me back to life. 


Dr. Samesh: Is that what happened? 


SCP-1914: I'm not sure. | don't remember 
dying. | remember falling asleep. Then when | 


woke up... they'd already started working on 
me. 


Dr. Samesh: Did they do all this at once? 


SCP-1914: No. It was bit by bit over a few 
months. They put the engine and the battery in 
first, called it life support. They kept putting me 
under and every time I'd wake up something 
would be different. They started cutting things 
out because they were infected and putting in 
more machines to take their place. 


Dr. Samesh: Is that why so much of your skin 
was replaced? 


SCP-1914: Yes. | think it was gangrene. It hurt 
so much back then. It doesn't hurt anymore, at 
least. 


Dr. Samesh: Was it easier to move at any 
point than it is now? 


SCP-1914: Not really. The new legs and arms 
never really worked to begin with. They tried to 
teach me how to march and shoot again, but | 
couldn't even hold a gun. | don't think they 
knew what they were doing, really. One of the 
doctors said | was a prototype - they were 
testing things on me to see what would work. 


Dr. Samesh: Were there others? 


SCP-1914: | saw lots more now and then. 
Hundreds, | think. Mostly they had it worse. 


Dr. Samesh: How so? 


SCP-1914: Most of them didn't last long. The 
doctor said | was the first one they'd managed 
to get a working battery on so they could shut 
the engine off now and then. The other ones, it 


had to be running all the time or they'd die for 
good. Some of them looked like there was a lot 
less left of them than there was of me. | sawa 
man getting worked on who looked like he was 
just a head and a bit of chest. 


Dr. Samesh: What happened when they were 
finished working on you? 


SCP-1914: They told me one day the 
government cut funding for the project and 
they were abandoning the research. They said 
they hadn't been able to reduce the fuel 
demands so that the finished product wouldn't 
run our supply lines dry. Said they couldn't get 
the armoring heavy enough to withstand 
gunfire and artillery without making them 
immobile. Said we couldn't even aim or shoot. 
Said they wanted unstoppable warriors who 
felt no pain, and all they had were a bunch of 
cripples. They were shutting down the other 
prototypes and asked me if | wanted them to 
shut me off too. 


Dr. Samesh: What did you say? 
SCP-1914: | begged them not to. 
Dr. Samesh: Why not? 


SCP-1914: Because | was scared. | don't want 
to die. 


Dr. Samesh: What happened after that?