Interview 2970-2:

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Dr. Acosta: Hello again, SCP-2970.

SCP-2970: Hi, doctor.

Dr. Acosta: I have some more questions. About the organization you were involved in.

SCP-2970: Yes. Please ask.

Dr. Acosta: When did you discover this organization? Or, when did they discover you?

SCP-2970: I was young. I don't know exactly how it happened. It's fuzzy. Gives me headaches.

Dr. Acosta: We can move on, then. Do you remember what it was called?

SCP-2970: No.

Dr. Acosta: Alright… Do you remember the… tenets?

SCP-2970: There was no… philosophy. We just followed our god. Destroyed his enemies, and spread his name.

Dr. Acosta: Could you elaborate on the "god"?

SCP-2970: Will made flesh. The lord of endowment and gifts, shepherd of humanity, shunned by the great beast- uh. Apologies. I no longer follow him, but some imprints are… hard to 'buff out'.

Dr. Acosta: Endowments? Your modifications.

SCP-2970: You could say I was a favorite of his.

SCP-2970 raises and flexes its prosthetic left hand.

SCP-2970: I retain no love for him.

Dr. Acosta: What happened to the god?

SCP-2970: Most likely… he died.

Dr. Acosta: I don't follow. How can a god die?

SCP-2970: You must understand, a god isn't… analogous to a human. A god is pure will, and only intersects with our realm when necessary. But he… he did more. He forced his will into this world, made himself flesh. With flesh comes power. But also mortality. I do not know the exact cause, but he was dying.

Dr. Acosta: So what happened to your organization?

SCP-2970: I suspect most of us were destroyed by him, when he reached his most desperate. From what I can tell, none of my… nothing I did remains. Wiped from the face of the earth. Every war I… all of it, gone.

SCP-2970: And he disabled many of my abilities, to… to handicap me. Make sure I behave in the meantime, in case he was just… sleeping. He maimed me and locked me in that cave.

SCP-2970: I was trapped for years, but… but I thought at least I'd be alive in those who remembered me. But he took them away too. And now everything I am is just… gone.

Dr. Acosta: I'm sorry. But… if it was so terrible, why didn't you call for help sooner?

SCP-2970: Call for help?

Dr. Acosta: The distress signal you let out, it led us to your cave.

SCP-2970 appears to be troubled by this.

SCP-2970: I didn't do that.

Dr. Acosta: Then what did?

SCP-2970: I don't know, but… if I were you, your organization… I would keep an eye out. Something isn't right. I think there's… I remember something. Where he was.

Dr. Acosta: Could you elaborate?

SCP-2970: By a river, in Africa. Ourika. And a town, Marrakesh. In a valley.

Dr. Acosta: Could he still be there?

SCP-2970: No, he, he moved… but something might be there. Go there, please. Prove that I am not lying.

Dr. Acosta: Can you tell us anything else about this place?

SCP-2970: I can't, it's my head, it's just… pounding.

Dr. Acosta: I'm sorry.

SCP-2970: The pain will end soon. You said your people, they could fix me, correct? If I can remember where he is, I can go, make things right. Make him pay. Fix it, for all of us.

Dr. Acosta: I'm not sure I understand.

SCP-2970: Just trust me. Are we not friends?

Dr. Acosta: I'm afraid I have to stop the interview here.

SCP-2970: Wait-

Dr. Acosta: I'll talk to my superiors. We'll investigate your issues. Any further information will be appreciated.

SCP-2970 sighs.

SCP-2970: Okay.

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