¢ Eight sets of living quarters, including a bedroom, washroom, 
and walk-in storage area. SCP-1917 spends the majority of its 
time within one of these, and the other seven appear to have 
been left abandoned for many years. 
* Two workshops containing machining equipment, welding 
tools, and large reserves of both coal! and iron. At the point of 
discovery, both rooms were filled with a variety of mechanical 
components, miscellaneous devices, and artificial body parts 
in various stages of completion. 
A large chapel, with an immense stained-glass window lit from 
behind2. The stone floor of the area has been worn in places 
by SCP-1917's passage, but the areas outside of the pulpit 
and centre aisle are largely untouched. 


Extensive interviews have revealed that SCP-1917 purports to be a 
member of Gol-004F ("The New Ferrous Brotherhood") — an 
archaic branch of the Church of the Broken God founded during 
Britain's industrial revolution’. The entity claims it possesses the title 
of Bishop, and when prompted recited from memory several sacred 
texts and mantras. As Gol-004F was officially dissolved in 1890 
following a coup by the Cogwork Orthodoxy, SCP-1917's claims 
cannot be verified. 


Addendum — Behavioural Analysis: When left to its own devices 
SCP-1917 will follow a uniform routine, performing ablutions and 
self-maintenance, delivering a long sermon in the chapel, and 
returning to its quarters, where it undergoes a brief period of 
unresponsiveness and near-immobility (termed a Delta state, see 
below). This cycle repeats approximately every six hours, with 
occasional minor deviations brought on by external influences (most 
frequently changes in temperature, weather, human interaction or 
seismic activity). 


Research has shown that, despite appearances of contentedness 
and satisfaction, SCP-1917 does not display full knowledge of its 
current situation. It possesses little or no memory of daily events, 
and has yet to consistently recognise a Foundation researcher, even 


those who perform weekly check-ups. Questioning has revealed it 
still believes it to be 1872, and despite being fully in control of its 
mental faculties, it refuses to acknowledge that its sermons are 
delivered to an empty room, even when shown direct evidence of 
this fact. It is currently believed that the aforementioned Delta states 
are either the cause or effect of this memory lapse, as all attempts to 
convince SCP-1917 of its cyclical nature have resulted in the state 
occurring prematurely4. 


Notably, researchers examining the entity have found that the 
natures and durations of Delta states conform to only a small 
number of variations, suggesting an element of design rather than 
simple mechanical failure. The reason for this is unknown. 


Addendum — Interview 1917-05: 


Interviewer: Agent Four-B-Zero-Mortise, a 
defector from the Church of the Broken 
God under Foundation employ. Selected 
here due to their largely mechanical 
composition and unique position to 
sympathise with SCP-1917. 


Interviewed: SCP-1917 


Foreword: The following interview was 
conducted informally within Area-1917-1, in 
order to ascertain SCP-1917's reaction to 
another semi-mechanical humanoid. Video 
footage is available from the Site-127 
archives. 


<Begin Log> 


Agent Mortise: Hello, Father. 


SCP-1917: Hmm? Who's- Oh! You must be 
the cleaner. 


Agent Mortise: Oh, aye. That's me. The 


cleaner. Here to clean. 


SCP-1917: Well, | won't stand in your way. 

| just finished my final sermon, so I'm nearly 
ready to go. They idolise me, you know. 
Can hardly bear to let me depart. 


Agent Mortise: You're going somewhere? 


SCP-1917: Oh, didn't anybody let you 
know? I've retired. Finally hung up the old 
toolbox, so to speak. Honestly, I... 


[SCP-1917 pauses and leans in closer] 


SCP-1917: It's hard to keep this to myself, 
and you look like a sensible young lad. 
Promise you won't tell anyone? 


Agent Mortise: My lips, if | had 'em, would 
be sealed. 


SCP-1917: Hah. Yes. Well, anyway, I'm 
starting to have my doubts about the 
whole... religion thing. 


Agent Mortise: Pretty unusual, for a 
bishop. 


SCP-1917: Mhm. Well, there's got to be 
more to life than just huddling in a damp 
corner of a church. Standing here, 
preaching to everyone about a god none of 
us have ever seen. That's my view, 
anyhow. I'm high enough up in the ranks 
that there's not much they can do about it 
other than give me an unexpected upgrade 
as a retirement present and wish me the 
best of luck. Surprisingly nice of them. 


[SCP-1917 taps the side of its head] 


SCP-1917: Pretty slick, what they can do 
with iron these days. A bit of my brain, 
whirring away like that — makes me think 
almost normally. [Pause, during which 
SCP-1917 shuts its eyes] Almost. Still slips 
up occasionally. Minor ticks and jerks. They 
said they'd fixed it completely, but I'm not 
so sure. 


Agent Mortise: [Nodding] | get what you 
mean, yeah. Back when | was... uh, part of 
the church, | guess, | used to love the 
upgrades. Best part of the whole deal, | 
reckon. But being a robot gets dull after a 
while. 


SCP-1917: Oh? You used to be a member 
of the clergy as well? 


Agent Mortise: More a follower, but yeah. 
Little place not far from here. To be honest, 
| mainly joined 'cause | thought it looked 
fun. 


SCP-1917: Ah. We have a few like that. 
Kids who just want to be able to spit fire or 
crush buildings, then bolt as soon as 
there's talk of brain modification. | won't lie, 
I'm beginning to see things that way as 
well. Metal's all well and good, but | want to 
see things before my eyes get replaced 
with glass. 


[SCP-1917 sighs, releasing a small cloud of 
steam] 


SCP-1917: They'll try to stop me of course, 
they almost worship me, but it's something 
I've got to do. Go and experience more 
than just mechanics, find out what the rest 
of the world has to offer. Just let me- 


[Several audible clicks are heard 
emanating from SCP-1917's head in rapid 
succession, accompanied by the sound of 
screeching metal, and it ceases motion for 
63 seconds. It does not react to this 
afterwards, and is presumably unaware 
that time has passed] 


SCP-1917: -do one last sermon, and then 
I'm off. Get everything wrapped up 
properly, you know?. 


Agent Mortise: I... | think | do, yeah. 
[SCP-1917 smiles] 


SCP-1917: | don't regret my choice, 
though. Not even a little. It'll do me good to 
get out and about. 


<End Log> 


Following this, SCP-1917 returned to the chapel and proceeded to 
deliver a seventy-minute sermon before retreating to its quarters. 
Similar interviews have yielded near-identical results, and no 
changes to the entity's routine have yet been observed. 


Footnotes 

1. Used as fuel by SCP-1917. The quantity available (and the fact 
that SCP-1917's power source is anomalously efficient) mean that 
supplies are expected to last upwards of several thousand years. 

2. The source of this light is unknown, but suspected to be some 
manner of self-replenishing furnace. It has been tentatively 
designated Anomalous Object AO-006898. 

3. Gol-004F's doctrines are focused on personal improvement rather 
than the more collectivist ideals preached by other sects, believing 
ascension to 'machines of great power' should occur prior to any 
attempts to reassemble their deity (with their current forms being ill- 
equipped to do so). 

4. This effect also occurs on the rare occasions that SCP-1917 
attempts to alter its own brain structure, preventing any 


modifications from being made. 


SCP-1918: Tik Tak Tow 


Item #: SCP-1918 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Entrances to SCP-1918-2 have 
been secured and monitored with constant video surveillance as of 
03/05/ . The sewage facility containing 3 entrances has been 
quarantined by Foundation personnel and the entrances themselves 
have been sealed. Workers previously employed at the facility have 
been issued amnestics and replaced with Foundation personnel. All 
other entrances have been permanently sealed with cement. 


Description: SCP-1918 is an object of unknown composition 
located in what appears to be a utility room in SCP-1918-2. It 
appears to be a plastic mold attached to a metallic rod, and is 
usually found moving between hallways. SCP-1918 moves on its 
own volition, although it does not appear to separate from the 
ground at any time. The object leans in the direction it travels in, and 
moves at a set speed of 5 kph. The object applies moderate force to 
the surfaces it moves across, leaving a faint trail. SCP-1918 at times 
communicates using these carvings. 


SCP-1918-2 is the designation for the facility containing the 
SCP-1918, and is located 12 meters below ground level, although 
the area itself appears to be undisturbed and shows no sign of an 
unnatural burial. 


There are 18 identical rooms in the facility, or 9 compound rooms. 
Rooms are differentiated between a'1' room and a '2' room with 
crude carvings on the floors just outside of the individual rooms. The 
design of the facility containing SCP-1918 is mostly symmetrical, 
with .50 meter wide paths circling each compound room. The only 
deviations to this construction are the location of entrances on the 
sides of each individual room, which vary randomly while the facility 
is active. 


Visual Representation of SCP-1918-2 


Hallways in the facility are completely devoid of light, with any light 
produced being absorbed via an unknown mechanism; due to this, 
exploration must be performed via memorization of the facility 
interior and touch. Sound behaves abnormally within SCP-1918-2 
while an event is active; An audible echo can be heard five (5) 
seconds after a sound (inaudible) is actually produced. 


It is not currently known whether or not SCP-1918 and SCP-1918-2 
are separate or identical manifestations as attempts to remove 
SCP-1918 from the SCP-1918-2 have been largely unsuccessful. 


When a human or canine subject enters the central room it will 
become illuminated, and SCP-1918-2 will manifest. SCP-1918 will 
enter the room and moves across the floor, leaving in its trail a 
message either reading "Tik Tak Tow" or "Memoree", maintaining a 
consistent speed and leaving immediately after the messages have 
been inscribed. If the subject attempts to exit the room before this, 
the room will return to its dormant state, with the subject and any of 
its possessions disappearing immediately. 


1. "Tik Tak Tow" | The object moves to each “1” room, leaving 
behind "X" markings on the floors if the room is not already 
marked with an "O" in a manner similar to a game of "Tic Tac 
Toe". How a subject is meant to accomplish making a mark or 
understand this process is unknown, as no aides are given. 

2. "Memoree" | Upon exiting the room the subject is rendered 
unconscious by blunt force, presumably from SCP-1918. The 
subject regains consciousness in a random section of the 
facility. Success is marked by finding a “1” room identical to 
the central room. This event seems to possess a time limit, as 
the subject is pursued by SCP-1918 throughout the halls of 
the facility. The subject "wins" by marking the correct room 
with an "O". 


Entering a “2” room causes SCP-1918-2 to enter a dormant state, 
and what is assumed to be the death of the subject participating. 


If the subject is successful, SCP-1918 will present itself in the room 


that the subject is currently in. SCP-1918 will then inscribe "new 
game" on the floor and repeat the process with a new event. If the 
subject is unsuccessful, SCP-1918-2 will simply revert to its dormant 
state with the subject participating in the previous event 
disappearing. 


History: SCP-1918-2 came to the attention of the Foundation after 
the disappearance of four utility workers in —_, a small town (pop. 
226) in Maine. Numerous reports were filed to the local sheriff's 
department of a “metallic scraping” beneath the ground, most 
commonly audible near sewage grates. Connection to SCP-1918-2 
is non-Euclidian as entrances tend to be kilometers apart from one 
another. There are currently 9 Known entrances, including 5 sewage 
grates, 3 utility shafts located in a sewage facility, and 1 toilet. 


Testing Log D 


D-Class subject is equipped with an earpiece, headlamp, 
and a chest mounted camera with a live feed to 
Researchers. Subject is then instructed to enter entrance 
a 


D-2934: Okay, so where’s this tunnel taking 
me? 


Researcher Sanders: You have been briefed. 
Continue. 


D-2934: Okay, so when | get there | do this 
game and | leave? Why can’t | do that other 
thing you guys sent up Paul to do earlier? 


Researcher Sanders: You have been 
selected for your expert knowledge of the 
subject. Where are you located currently? 


D-2934: Tunnel stopped, | mean the concrete 
part. It’s a big ole’ cave, uh, | can see a hole 
on the end. 


Researcher Sanders: Enter the hole. 


D-2934: You sure about that? Shouldn’t y'all 
be sending in robots or something? 


Researcher Sanders: Would you like to 
terminate testing, D-2934. 


D-2934: Oh yeah, alright, nah that’s alright, 
yeah I’m headed in. Hell, this is kind of exciting 
| guess. 


Audio and video feed useless as expected 
during travel in halls. D-2934 moves through 
darkness before the room is illuminated, and 
SCP-1918 becomes visible in what is assumed 
to be the central room. 


D-2934: Hey who turned on the lights? Hot 
damn, what the hell is that thing!? Hey there, 
hey you guys see this? Hear me? Is that the 
thing? 


D-2934: It’s... oh well ya'll are seein’ this right? 
What's, oh, Tic Tac Toe, haha, what? — hey 
where’s that thing going? | mean | know where 
it's goin’ but- 


Researcher Sanders: Please begin the 
protocol. You have been briefed. Please move 
quickly. 


Video feed black. Scraping against metal can 
be heard . 


Video and audio effective after four minutes. 


D-2934: Hah! Beat ‘im to it! So | mark an “O” 
right? I’m on top left right now, felt the walls, 
remember it like my hand. Hah. Ya’ll can hear 
me right? HEY, YOU GUYS THERE? 


Researcher Sanders: Yes. 


Subject produces marker and marks the floor. 
SCP-1918 appears in the doorway. 


D-2934: Hey ya'll didn’t tell me about this, 
what’s it doin’? 


SCP-1918 remains in the doorway. 


Researcher Sanders: This behavior is 
currently undocumented. Your cooperation is 
appreciated. 


D-2934: The hell does that mean? 


SCP-1918 remains in the doorway for four 
more minutes. 


D-2934: Hey, motherfucker, you gonna let me 
by? 


SCP-1918 tilts slightly left and right. 


D-2934: Sore fuckin’ loser, it’s just one “O” go 
mark off another one! 


SCP-1918 leaves the doorway back into the 
halls. 


Researcher Sanders: Please continue. 


After a course of 20 minutes the event is 
completed, with D-2934 successful. 


D-2934: Hot damn, that means | won. Sucker 
didn’t even get one box! 


Researcher Sanders: Please await the arrival 
of SCP-1918. 


D-2934: The fuck you mean? 


SCP-1918 enters the room, inscribing “cheat”, 


“new game”, and then “memoree’” on the floor 
of the room. 


D-2934: Okay. Okay. What the fuck-ever Pez 
Dispenser mothefucker. 


D-2934 is incapacitated upon exiting the room. 
Video feed resumes four hours later, although 
scraping can be heard continually. 


Earpiece and microphone appears to be 
damaged or lost as audio is no longer audible. 


Video appears shaky as D-2934 enters a 
room, most likely due to severe head trauma. 


D-2934 exits the room, moving quickly. 


After 12 minutes D-2934 enters another room 
and appears to clap and rub his hands 
together. 


D-2934 approaches the center of the room. 
D-2934 appears to make a questioning 
gesture. 


D-2934 paces the room for 3 minutes. 


D-2934 approaches a rusted pipe visible on 
one of the sides of the room.