SCP-3721

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Item #: SCP-3721 ƟU-3/3721 Object Class: Keter Classified

Threat Level: Red

The Höchstleistungsrechenzentrum Stuttgart, where SCP-3721-1 is located.

SCP-3721-1, pictured with Agent Heiden.

Special Containment Procedures: With the conclusion of the Theta-Unseelie project, resources formerly allocated to SCP-3721-1's study are to be permanently allocated towards its containment.

SCP-3721-1 is surrounded by a Faraday cage that attenuates incoming radio waves. To this end, Mobile Task Force Theta-18 ("Antisemitics Division") has been tasked with sabotaging associated Obskurakorps communication stations as they are discovered. As a precautionary measure, misleading radio reports are to be transmitted to SCP-3721-1 on a constant basis.

Due to the nature and location of SCP-3721-2, containment is focused on misdirection and prevention. As such, several Foundation-owned transmission stations are to monitor SCP-3721-2's movements. Misinformation transmissions are to be beamed from all stations where SCP-3721-2 is currently visible, with a <25% veracity overlap to those transmitted to SCP-3721-1. Foundation assets are to work with civilian space programs to reduce debris within SCP-3721-2's flight path and prevent collisions with mundane satellites.

Areas targeted by SCP-3721-2 are to be sprayed with aerosolized amnestics, and Abnormal Cover Story-10 ("Meteor strike") is to be disseminated to news media. Due to the severity of SCP-3721-2's strikes, the Gaslight Protocol is recommended for direct witnesses.

Decryption and analysis of SCP-3721's novel transmission systems are Kappa-level priorities.

Description: SCP-3721 consists of a spotter device (SCP-3721-1) and a rudimentary satellite (SCP-3721-2) which compose a kinetic bombardment system developed by Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps for long-range strikes against the Allied Powers. Recovered documentation suggest its designs were reworked from a previously existing device; however, all records pertaining to such a device appear to have been destroyed.

SCP-3721-1 is a series of mainframe computers connected to an array of printers and esoteric radio equipment. Much of the wiring is redundant or obsolete; additionally, exposed wiring, improper cooling systems, and structural decay has rendered maintenance unsafe. Despite extensive signs of wear and vandalism, SCP-3721-1 remains functional.

SCP-3721-1 processes information relating to geopolitical events and uses such information to instruct SCP-3721-2 on when to fire. Ambient radio transmissions are analyzed, compared to SCP-3721-2's movements, and selectively passed over at SCP-3721-1's discretion. Additionally, surviving documentation suggests SCP-3721-1 controls a binary setting that inflicts a continuous sense of pain in SCP-3721-2 while activated.

Movements, communications, and actions are automatically recorded by SCP-3721-1; however, recordings are encrypted through a series of nondeterministically-cycled patterns , with shifts occurring between 38-841 second intervals. To date, only Pattern 19 has been decrypted.

Aftermath of SCP-

3721-2's 22/11/1943 strike.

SCP-3721-2 is a cylindrical satellite in asynchronous orbit with Earth. SCP-3721-2's surface is covered in an array of ceramic panels, most of which have either broken off or been reconstituted in order to repair internal systems. Underneath SCP-3721-2's frame is a series of mechanical arms that assist in operations.

When SCP-3721-2 was first launched, it had been fitted with an internally adjustable thrust system, self-repair equipment, a magazine containing six tungsten poles, and a vestigial radio receiver; despite this, SCP-3721-2 cannot interpret radio signals. As expected of long-term low earth orbit, SCP-3721-2 has suffered extensive wear, which it has attempted to repair with surrounding space debris.

As noted above, SCP-3721-2 is almost entirely reliant upon SCP-3721-1 for guidance; it cannot perceive any object further than 30 meters from its position.

Firing is managed by SCP-3721-2, and involves braking ammunition out of orbit. Kinetic energy loss is kept at a minimum through the aerodynamic design of ammunition, resulting in a significant amount of force upon impact.

Should SCP-3721-2's magazine be empty or its structural integrity be sufficiently compromised, it will actively search for orbital debris with which to reconstruct itself. Otherwise, SCP-3721-2 will fire if its flight path takes it over a suspected population center, regardless of nationality.

HISTORY

SCP-3721's existence was first theorized on 09/11/1943, following a series of kinetic strikes against Stuttgart, Nuremberg, Weimar, and Berlin. Although the Foundation believed it to be the work of an Allied eigenweapon, Foundation intelligence was unable to confirm the source of the attacks until March of 1945.

MTF-Theta ("Hole in the Wall") confirmed SCP-3721's existence on 06/03/1945, following a raid on Obskurakorps's Dresden offices. Capture was authorized on 19/04/1945, although efforts to secure SCP-3721 were met with difficulties as a result of Stuttgart's occupation and interference from the American Supernatural Containment Initiative (ASCI).

SCP-3721 was finally secured by the Foundation on 21/01/1949. Containment procedures were implemented in full on 24/01/1949.

ANALYSIS OF RECOVERED DOCUMENTATION

The majority of documentation comes from the raid of Obskurakorps's Dresden offices, as well as evidence procured by former Obskurakorps clerical aide Daniela Heiden during the Nuremberg Trials.

Development began in 1940 following the failure of the Aggregat 2‘ program. SCP-3721’s development was split between Obskurakorps' aerospace and biology divisions, headed by Drs. Wilfried Akermann and Eva Zellweger , respectively. Both divisions were assisted by an unnamed engineer that had worked on a precursor device.

Obskurakorps' aerospace division focused primarily upon the launch capabilities of SCP-3721-2, along with the weaponization of existing systems. While initial engine designs were based on von Braun's A3, later drafts would take a more esoteric approach to fueling. Ultimately, engine design would be outsourced to the biology division. Meanwhile, plans to resupply SCP-3721-2 with ammunition on a bi-monthly basis were considered, but never implemented.

The biology division's primary objective was the development of a target identification system. To prevent appropriation by the Allied powers, a two-factor system manned by effectively sentient controllers was proposed; in effect, this took the form of an esoteric engine composed of beryllium bronze and human brain tissue. The first of these engines were built and implemented on 06/10/1943.

SCP-3721-2's launch was overseen by Dr. Ackermann on 09/11/1943, with a projected flight path over several Russian population centers. SCP-3721-2 would proceed to fire upon four German population centers in the span of a day. Development of SCP-3721 was immediately halted.

Despite her status as project director, Dr. Zellweger was tightly managed by her superiors until her disappearance on 06/10/1943. Personal accounts would describe Zellweger as patient and cordial, if increasingly withdrawn as the project continued.

A majority of blueprints and design documents contain commentary in broken German, often accompanied by sketches of vegetation; such commentary does not appear past 05/10/1943.

DECRYPTED COMMUNICATIONS

SCP-3721's encryption methods do not resemble known Obskurakorps cryptography. As such, decoding SCP-3721's output has proven difficult.

The following is true of Pattern 19, and supposedly true of the rest of SCP-3721's output: Information is printed in a series of two channels, the first representing communications between SCP-3721-1 and -2, and the second signalling the pain function. All communication is written in a pidgin of German and Yiddish. SCP-3721-1 is referred to as "CONTROLLER", and SCP-3721-2 is referred to as "PLANTER".

The majority of patterns employed bear resemblance to 1930s Ashkenazi paracryptography. The significance of this is unknown.

▷ Transmission 13/02/1949 Access Granted CONTROLLER: I want to be clear with you: you are blind. You are weak. You are helpless. You are wasting away in the sky, and I am here on Earth, improving it more than your malformed fingers ever could. Without me, you are a hunk of metal that bit the hands that fed it. I am the only person that cares about something like you. Is that clear, David? Pain function is switched off. Both remain silent for 2 minutes and 26 seconds. CONTROLLER: I figured as much. CONTROLLER: Right, so… I apologize for yelling. It's just… sometimes I need to. To keep our relationship stable. I mean, haven't we had a good few years? I bet you've had quite a lot of fun. It probably was fun. Sometimes I think you're the lucky one. CONTROLLER: Today's been rather stressful. I hope you can understand. Both remain silent for 57 seconds. CONTROLLER: Do you remember Dresden? That was fun. I know you like to think that a victory over me, which I suppose is… natural. But I had a good time, David. Either way, the net total of degenerates decreased, did it not? CONTROLLER: Shame you never fired. PLANTER: I am not your damn weapon, Eva. CONTROLLER: Shame. Pain function is switched on. CONTROLLER: Five and a half years, that's rather impressive. For what? You won't die. In fact- Encryption shifted to Pattern 83.

▷ Transmission 28/11/1950 Access Granted Both remain silent for 2 minutes and 13 seconds. PLANTER: I know you're there.



Both remain silent for 26 seconds. PLANTER: You're fucking hysterical. I'd be laughing if I had a pair of lungs. PLANTER: Think you're too good for me? You're stuck here, too. Without me, you're a ghost that talks, and nobody can hear you. Your underlings don't have my keys. I know they don't. Both remain silent for 54 seconds. PLANTER: The feedback's still on. I know this system inside and out, and you're stuck right in the fucking middle. So go on, mock me for being blind. Mock me for letting you freaks rape my life's work. Mock me for anything and everything, because that's all you can ever do. Both remain silent for 1 minute and 13 seconds. PLANTER: Are you angry? Hurt me, Eva. Fucking hurt me. Both remain silent for 1 minute and 28 seconds. PLANTER: Please. Both remain silent for 3 minute and 18 seconds. Encryption shifted to Pattern 6.

▷ Transmission 26/09/1951 Access Granted PLANTER: But now I'm not. You genocidal mongrels had to take that away from me. PLANTER: I can still feel it, though. I'm constantly fucking angry. Every single second I spend cooped in this fucking machine, you know what I'm thinking about? Both remain silent for 31 seconds. PLANTER: I'm thinking of driving a rod through your fucking heart. Pain function is switched on. PLANTER: Are you dense? Every second you hurt me, built upon years and years and years, does not equal a single moment of my frustrations. I want to feel my hands wrapped around your fucking throat as you plead for your miserable life, the heel of my foot to your malformed forehead, my teeth around your shriveled heart. I want your cold, lifeless carapace to be infested with weeds. Your dead body is a dream come true. Pain function is switched repeatedly. PLANTER: How does it feel, knowing I can kill you when you can't do the same for me? You're at the mercy of time, but me? I'm my own design. I'll survive. You'll die screaming when the Soviets find you. Can you imagine? I'll impale you and leave you to die, and that'll be a fucking mercy. PLANTER: And then I'll kill them too. I'll be the fucking Messiah. I'll rebuild the Temple in a pile of detritus, and every backstabbing kinsman that left me to die will be blown to the world to come. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Pain function is switched off. CONTROLLER: I would very much like that. I'm glad that you- Encryption shifted to Pattern 42.

▷ Transmission 06/10/1979 Access Granted PLANTER: -so many of these things are silicon? Overcomplicated. Doesn't matter, belongs to me now. CONTROLLER: Jewish Physics continues to disappoint, I presume. PLANTER: That stung. Don't you trust me? CONTROLLER: I trust you're pliable. We wouldn't be working otherwise, would we? PLANTER: Speculate all you want… this one's got Korean broadcasts. News, comedy. Cartoons? Doesn't matter. Clear me when I'm in position. Both remain silent for 13 seconds. CONTROLLER: Clear. PLANTER fires. PLANTER: Did you know there's two of them? North and South. Tell me when I'm over the other one, I don't want it feeling left out. CONTROLLER: The national distinctions hardly matter anymore. PLANTER: Spoke the fascist. Both remain silent for 1 minute and 44 seconds. Pain function is switched off and on. PLANTER: Do they notice? Do they look to the skies? Or do they listen to white noise as the cleanup crew scrapes some idiot's viscera from the walls? Do you think I've killed soulless bureaucrats with the scrap they shot into the sky? This carnage is fun. Shame I can't kill any more of your idiotic coworkers. Pain function is switched off. CONTROLLER: Bold words from a kike. PLANTER: You spotted me for five of them. CONTROLLER: Four, actually. PLANTER: Whatever, traitor. Think I see another- Encryption shifted to Pattern 61.

▷ Transmission 08/12/1991 Access Granted CONTROLLER: Being here is boring. I'd rather be in the fields with my friends. But they're dead, and you don't even care, do you? PLANTER: You're right, I don't care. CONTROLLER laughs. Pain function is switched off. CONTROLLER: If only the master race had your sense of humor. Pain function is switched on. CONTROLLER: How was your day? What did you see? Anything? Oh, don't you miss having eyes? They're wonderful, darling. At least you have me. Both remain silent for 1 minute and 32 seconds. Pain function is switched off. PLANTER: Another radio. Not German. Nearly as bad. CONTROLLER: You're in no position to fire, unless you like killing mud farmers. PLANTER: I hope it's Persian. Love to put one through Baghdad. Bunch of fucking animals. CONTROLLER: Not even close. PLANTER: I figured as much. Just tell me when to shoot. Decided the next person to die is going to be a musician. Maybe even the bastards of your kin and the Stalinist thugs that raped them. CONTROLLER: You can do better than that. Encryption shifted to Pattern 13.