The insurgents? As far as they were concerned, everyone in the 
village is dead as soon as American soldiers arrive. We learned 
from one of the POWs, "We make use of them before letting them 
rest" he said of supporting civilians. They don't know this; they think 
they'll get out alive somehow. 


That's how we lost China: we were good soldiers, they were good 
murderers. | forgot, what did the Western Civvies say lost us the 
war? Same old shit, | think—lack of passion, heart, lack of faith in 
the race, seditious activity. Sooken by men who never saw the 
jungles in Southeast Asia, where wounded men swallowed bullets 
so their comrades could dig them up and resupply at a later date, or 
the steppes of Manchuria, where a road to the capital was laid with 
corpses as if they were wooden planks, stretching nearly forty miles. 


So we left them, and let the Great Qing Empire defeat the Japanese 
and reclaim Indochina. And for that, the "Party for the Supremacy of 
Western Civilization" shamed us veterans. Small price to get out of 
China. 


2/13/06 
Bookstores are sold out of Xenophon. | don't see what his 
"Anabasis" has to do with ours. Thank you, by the way, for suffering 


an old man to ramble on about the past, | know you don't need any 
more miserable old stories of suffering and death. 


What's going on with you and that North Georgia boy? I'm assuming 
you eloped and that's why your grandma and | haven't heard a word 
from you since. You don't have to keep secrets from me. | was in the 
same spot as you not so long ago; | doubt working for the federal 
government is much different from that Foundation, the way you tell 
it—or what little of it you do tell of. 


I'd like to come down there some time. | know you'd rather come to 
me, but | could use a Summer with actual heat for once. 


2/15/06 

Been hearing rumors that the Anabasis wasn't created by us. Web is 
exploding with idiots claiming it's "ancient alien" tech, or some kind 
of secret New World Order stuff. The idea that this regime would 
work with Africa and Asia and even Europe is laughable. 
Remembering Dr. Marlowe's answers to the Chiefs' questions a 
while ago; she refused to answer anything regarding how Anabasis 
came to be without our knowledge. If we weren't in such shit, | 
imagine heads would roll over there. Best be on alert, just in case. 


3/3/06 

| guess that trip to Florida will have to wait. Media blackout around 
here. Department's saying it's insurgents stirring shit in the south. 
Not sure what you know, but up here we've been getting signs since 
last September of neo-liberal groups plotting protests and 
demonstrations. Full-blown rebellion came out of nowhere, though 
with so many eyes fixated on the bio-weapon slaughtering the 
Pacific rim, something like this was bound to happen. Stay safe 
down there. 


Agent Locke 

4/5/06 

Haven't heard from you in a month. Hoping this reaches 
you somehow. Don't know how much the Department 
tells you nowadays, but this isn't a rebellion anymore— 
the whole Miami-Dade region has pretty much been 
secured and the Cuban-Americans have assumed 
control. Pretty much seceded. We're fifteen, sixteen 


miles from the front line. Can't move. 


Heard the plague's reached the Midwest by now. Not 
sure what they're saying about its containment, but it's 
loose down here. | caught it. | survived. Usual symptoms. 
Immune. That helps; we've got a lock on a potential 
antibody, might have a cure within weeks. Front line is 
moving. 


4/6/06 

Vaccines aren't working. People keep dying. We're holed 
up in a school—every nearby building has been bombed 
out or scrapped for material. Rebels won't touch a school 
building. If they learn we're hoarding supplies in here, 
though, they'll tear the place apart. 


4/7/06 

Thought | heard Maine and Vermont were gone. Hoping 
against hope it was just a rumor. We're making progress 
on the vaccines. If this goes well enough, we might have 
a cure handy by the end of the month. We won't need 
Anabasis then. | know | said | wouldn't tell you anything 
about Anabasis but it's not the deus ex machina officials 
are making it out to be. | see it as our absolute last 
resort. It's imprecise, it's unstable, and it's completely 
beyond our capability to refine or control. 


4/9/06 

Status report. Situation has deteriorated significantly, as 
expected. Subjects aren't responding to vaccines. Best 
case scenario, asphyxiation within 2-3 minutes. Worst 
case... | don't know how to convey the horror. They keep 
moving. Twitching, jerking, some even standing upright 
for a moment, before collapsing in a heap. We have to 
burn them; they don't stop until they're ash. If you saw 
their corpses, you Saw mercy. 


Symptoms consistent with what we've been seeing in 
east Asia. Internal hemorrhaging, vomiting, diarrhea, lack 
of sweating leading to hyperthermia. A new symptom's 
showing in the newer cases; the itching. It's not enough 


to just scratch your ass and be done with it; it's 
persistent, and it burns. Some of the kids strip naked, 
unable to bear even the slightest touch, and start 
scratching until they bleed. Then they scratch some 
more. 


Medical logs... Dante couldn't imagine anything this 
hellish. First you see their names, starting with the 
refugees. Name, age, sex, symptoms, prescription, 
prognosis... the survivors are checked off in blue. You 
can go fifty, sixty names without seeing a mark. Further 
down you go, brevity dictates the entries; no names, no 
symptoms. The handwriting changes. Newcomer doesn't 
bother mincing words: "Female, 31, death. Male, 13, 
death." 


| could almost respect the inhumanity of an enemy willing 
to target civilians with a bio-weapon like this. When we 
learned the insurgents fumbled this badly... it's not even 
pitiable. People like that... they're too low to be animals, 
too stupid to be monsters, and too far gone to learn 
better. 


No. This isn't gonna work. Yesterday it was just booms 
and cracks of gunfire. Today you can differentiate 
between their shouts and ours. They'll overrun us by 
nightfall. Probably too late for these people, but we have 
to start evacuating now if we're going to salvage anything 
from this. If we're lucky, Anabasis will fire before the 
enemy overruns the place. If not, we'll have the 
advantage while they're trying to figure out what the fuck 
happened. Maybe they'll stir up enough of a shitstorm on 
the other side that we won't even have to deal with them. 


| hope this works. God save our race. 


Signing out. 


SCP-2084: Undated Instant Message Correspondence 


Note: The following conversation was recovered from a 

Messenger (an instant messaging service) log recovered from an 
intact computer hard drive located within scp-2084 between 
"Agent Locke" and an unknown individual believed to be the agent's 
sibling. Records of "Rhiannon Locke" turn up nothing of interest. 


Contents are made available to all Level 2 personnel and above 
assigned to SCP-2084. No content has been altered save for 
formatting changes. Log was apparently copied onto hard drive and 
edited at a later date. It is unknown what changes, if any, were 
made. 


(01:22:15) P_Locke: Hey. 


(01:23:01) P_Locke: | know you're there, | saw you about to type 
something 


(01:23:55) subhuman-mongrel: u try to see. u pride yorself on your 
perception. but you cant claim blindness any longer 


(01:25:00) P_Locke: You can't drop the "charismatic cult leader" act 
for your own sister, even? 


(01:25:11) subhuman-mongrel: what act? 


(01:26:40) P_Locke: Rhiannon, this is different from Key Biscayne, - 
I- might get in trouble. 


(01:27:02) subhuman-mongrel: you think i didn't forsee this and 
plan accordingly? 


(01:28:11) P_Locke: | know you don't give a shit, but think about me 
— you get yourself proscribed, the Foundation will start asking me 
questions and trying to use me to get to you 


(01:30:05) subhuman-mongrel: theyre coming to get 


meeeeeeeeeeceeeeee!!!111eleventyone11!! Ho ho hoooooo! Men In 
Black with their amnesty memory erasers- who am i? ur who we say 
u are now 


(01:33:12) P_Locke: | said they'd come after ME. They're not like 
you think, not like the feds, but if they know what | told you, | won't 
be able to contact you for a while. 


(01:37:01) P_Locke: Are you listening to me you prick? 


(01:40:26) subhuman-mongrel: speekin of which, how'r the 
hormones treating you, Prissy? 


(01:41:00) P_Locke: | hate you 

(01:41:17) subhuman-mongrel: <3<3<3 

(01:41:22) subhuman-mongrel: ok fine 

(01:41:25) subhuman-mongrel: srs talk 

(01:42:00) subhuman-mongrel: I'm keepin it quiet. happy? 
(01:42:14) P_Locke: That's not enough 


(01:42:33) subhuman-mongrel: no amnesty drugs, baby sister. | 
know wut | know and | know | ain't gonna un-know what | know 


(01:43:07) P_Locke: What do you know? 


(01:45:50) subhuman-mongrel: | know that a small child was at 
Key Biscayne. she couldn't have been older than 4 or 5. the west 
civvies had guns on her because she wouldn't stop followin momma 
cuffed and chained up. the mongrels were foamin', and some dirty 
white boy with a cleanshaven face—a SIN in the eyes of GOD — 
wasn't ready to be in the shit. TRIGGER DISCIPLINE dont they 
teach that in th army? 


(01:46:13) P_Locke: They were West-Civ local militia, not the army. 
And your cult drew first blood. 


(01:48:44) subhuman-mongrel: the dirty white boys didnt even wait 


for her body to drop before they started to open fire on the rest of 
the mongrels. they didn't even bother to stop when their magazine 
subscriptions ran low. Did u honestly think the mongrels would 
squeal and say uncle? Remember when u taught me how to make a 
molotov, you dirty jeckel? 


(01:49:14) P_Locke: You shouldn't have said that just now. 


(01:49:59) subhuman-mongrel: No free speech for the race traitor? 
freedom is only free for the WHITE MAN. you shoulda stuck with 
them, Prissy, theyd keep you as one of their own. Instead u choose 
to be a "phony". You know the laawwwwww Prissy; nothing stops 
them from killin you. Everyone knows you're a fake. 


(01:51:48) P_Locke: | told you already, the Foundation isn't like 
that. And you haven't answered me. 


(01:52:10) subhuman-mongrel: Anna Basset? 
(01:52:15) P_Locke: Yes. 


(01:55:11) subhuman-mongrel: | know Anal Bassist is apposed to 
go up. UP. UP in space. Up in time. | know Anal Bassist is a 
fffffffffraud. u oughtn't have shown me those pics, Prissy 


(01:56:20) P_Locke: What do you mean a fraud? 
(01:57:10) subhuman-mongrel: You know. U no. Ewe neaux. 
(01:57:44) P_Locke: Assume that | don't. 


(01:58:07) subhuman-mongrel: u want on record just how badly u 
fucked up 


(01:58:15) subhuman-mongrel: fine 


(01:59:40) subhuman-mongrel: | saw those pics and | read those 
experiments. Uou saw the numbers. 1, 2, 5, 7, 80, 6200. killo- 
meters, you said. Killo-meters, you believed. Am | wrong? 


(02:00:03) P_Locke: It is. The tests showed that. 


(02:01:32) subhuman-mongrel: test 1 encompassed a third of the 
room. test 2 encompassed the whole room. | kno Killy-meeders ain't 
as big as imperial Miles, but that's not even fuckin close, do u see? 


(02:02:02) P_Locke: What 


(02:04:11) subhuman-mongrel: Oh no, little girly, was that 
pterodacted and sponged? | kno the men in black love X-sponging 
the truth. Have u so badly failed math, baby girl? 


(02:05:32) P_Locke: No 


(02:06:00) subhuman-mongrel: then you are just as guilty. Soeak 
your crime, Prissy. confess your sin 


(02:07:41) P_Locke: You act like we did it intentionally. It's not ours, 
Rhie—we found it like that, and we can't just "fix it" like a fucking 
cable box. this is above and beyond anything we can understand. 
We can't afford to lose it now. 


(02:08:50) subhuman-mongrel: Fly, little birds, fly away. Leave us 
to ur mess, cowards 


(02:10:10) P_Locke: You expect us to just tell everyone? "Sorry, if 
you don't live here, you're fucked"? 


(02:11:30) subhuman-mongrel: They would eat you by your own 
light 


(02:12:02) subhuman-mongrel: But who cares. youll be safe, the 
Omg 5ives will be safe, every man in black who matters will be safe. 


(02:13:40) subhuman-mongrel: how many Anabasioi are there, 
Prissy? 


(02:14:00) P_Locke: One 


(02:14:43) subhuman-mongrel: You're lying to me Prissy and if 
you lie to me | will block you and then you will be forced to pick up 
the fucking phone and actually talk to me. 


(02:15:02) subhuman-mongrel: How Many Anabasis machines are 


there in your custody, in the world, Priscilla Locke? 
(02:16:10) P_Locke: One 


(02:16:12) user subhuman-mongrel appears to be offline 


D-11503: Affirmative. 


D-11503 grabs his left arm at the shoulder with 
his right hand and attempts, unsuccesstully, to 
remove it by unscrewing it from its socket. 


D-11503: | seem to be experiencing a 
malfunction. Please refer to my operating 
manual for information on how to resolve this 
difficulty. 


Dr. Andrews: Never mind, D-Bot. Are you 
capable of solving logic problems? 


D-11503: | am programmed to answer any and 
all queries directed to me. 


Dr. Andrews: A man has been sentenced to 
death. The morning of his execution, the 
executioner tells the condemned man he is to 
be either hanged or drowned, and tells the 
man to ask him one yes or no question, which 
he is compelled to answer truthfully. If the 
answer to the question is "yes", then the man 
will be hanged. If the answer is "no", then the 
man will be drowned. The man asks "Are you 
going to drown me?" Will the man be hanged, 
or will be he drowned? 


D-11503 is silent for 38 seconds. 
Dr. Andrews: D-Bot? 
D-11503: Error. Error. 
Dr. Andrews: | beg your pardon? 


D-11503: If answer = no then result = 
drowning. But no = incorrect if result = 
drowning. Therefore drowning = impossible, 
result = hanging. Hanging = impossible if 
answer = no. Error. Error. Does not compute. 


SCP-2085: The Black Rabbit Company 


Item #: SCP-2085 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2085 is contained within a 
modified Type-05 Humanoid Containment Unit. No attempts to 
isolate or remove SCP-2085-1 are authorized until SCP-2085's 
containment implants can be effectively replicated. In the case of 
SCP-2085-1 overcoming SCP-2085's containment implants, 
SCP-2085 and SCP-2085-1 are to be terminated. 


SCP-2085 requires a liquid diet, to the specifics outlined in 
Document 2085-MED. 


All instances of SCP-2085-A are to be contained within separate 
Type-05 Humanoid Containment Units. Wireless signal jammers are 
to be installed in the surrounding area to prevent communication 
between specimens. SCP-2085-A specimens are to be sedated and 
restrained before removal from containment chambers, or in any 
situation requiring entry to the containment chamber. 


Description: SCP-2085 is a male human of indeterminate ethnicity 
between 40 and 55 years of age, measuring 1.7 meters in height 
and weighing 68 kilograms. SCP-2085 is in generally poor health, 
with conditions including vitamin D deficiency (now lessened due to 
changes in diet), acute radiation syndrome (symptoms indicate at 
least three doses of ~2 Gy), and heavy scarring from severe and 
repeated skin ulceration. SCP-2085 is fluent in English and is 
generally cooperative with staff. SCP-2085 wears an S1035 ACES! 
at all times, generally accompanied by a bathrobe and red felt 
wizard's hat. SCP-2085 has been permitted to retain possession of 
these items to encourage cooperation. 


SCP-2085 has undergone significant cybernetic and genetic 
enhancement, including: 


« Adaptation of the gastrointestinal tract for a liquid diet. Esophageal 
input port and waste output port are integrated into the suit. 

¢ Skin modifications to regulate sweat and reduce abrasion damage 
from extended suit usage.