Foreward: Subjects are Agents Victor Miller and Charles Taylor aboard a Model SM-03 Submersible equipped with a Model RV-1 Marine Probe. Transcript begins 26 minutes into recording.

[Begin log]

Taylor: Hey, point the lights that way, I think I saw something.

Miller: Sure. (Pause) Yeah. Yeah, I think that's it!

Taylor: Man, I never thought I'd be happy to see a swastika.

Miller: (Laughs) Seriously. Oh, uh, (Clears throat) let the record show that we have located the wreckage of SCP-4217. We will now begin our survey of its current status.

Taylor: It looks like the stern's been buried in sand, likely from a landslide caused when it struck the base of this mountain. Wait, we're underwater, is "landslide" the right word?

Miller: Let the record also show that neither of us knows the word for an underwater landslide.

Taylor: Heh. Anyway, bring us in so we can confirm the kill and get out of here.

Miller: On it. Hey, the file mentioned a psionic field, check the Cayce Counter.

Taylor: Right, uh… Looks like it's reading normal background levels.

Miller: Alright, confirming the absence of psionic influence.

Taylor: The ARI is showing slightly higher-than-normal EVE levels, but below what they said would indicate the protection runes being active.

Miller: Good, we're two for two so far.

Taylor: Yeah, looks like this whole trip is going to be a waste of time. I don't know why they thought this thing might still be a threat; it got shelled for something like two straight hours, and then spent forty years at the bottom of the ocean.

Miller: I'm not so sure. Take a look at the hull.

Taylor: What do you mean? It just looks like a normal ship's hull.

Miller: Yeah, exactly. You'd think it'd have things like barnacles all over it after four decades.

Taylor: … So it's anomalously barnacle-proof, big deal.

Miller: It's a big deal if it means that other properties are still active.

Taylor: Yeah, I know. Hang on a sec, lemme see what else is in the file.

[Shuffling papers]

Miller: Not much concrete info, from what I remember.

Taylor: Well, says here it could regenerate; that might be the barnacle-proofing. There's the mutation ammo, which supposedly got blown up, and some kind of power supply that may or may not even be anomalous. Yeah, that's not much to go on, and the last two would be inside the hull.

Miller: Well, no way the sub's going to get inside, looks like it's time for the robot.

Taylor: Guess so. Try to find us an open hatch or something, and I'll get it started up.

Miller: I think I saw something earlier up on the bow… Yeah, here. That look big enough?

Taylor: That'll work. Alright, let's see what's inside.

[Extended silence]

Taylor: Damn, it's in even better condition inside. It's gotta be regenerating; we should have seen some sign of battle damage by now.

Miller: Yeah, it's spotless, I don't even see any rust. You can still read these signs.

Taylor: Speaking of which, I think that one is pointing towards the turrets. Let's go.

[Extended silence]

Miller: There should be some skeletons, right? The file said fifteen hundred crew members were unaccounted for.

Taylor: Yeah, I know. Damn, this is creepy. (Pause) Well, here it is. Let's see what's insi- What the fuck?

Miller: … Um, we seem to have found something attached to the interior structure of one of the main turrets. It looks like stone, but… that doesn't seem right.

Taylor: It looks like it's coming through that bulkhead there; I'm taking us around to the other side. (Pause) Yeah, there's even more here.

Miller: There's even more down that corridor. Seems to get thicker towards the stern.

Taylor: It looks like it's… growing from that way. Shit, I really don't think this is stone.

Miller: Yeah. We should probably take a sample to the surface.

Taylor: I don't think that's a good idea.

Miller: Come on, man, we've got a job to do here.

Taylor: (Sighs) All right, all right, I'm doing it. (Pause) Shit, that's definitely not stone, it's like rubber.

Miller: All the more reason to find out what the hell it actually is.

Taylor: Come on you piece of… There you go!

Miller: What's that stuff coming out- Oh.

Taylor: It's… Shit, it's bleeding. Get us out of here, Vic.

[Low-pitched rumbling]

Taylor: GET US OUT OF HERE, VIC!

Miller: Wait, what about the robot?

Taylor: Fuck the robot! I'm cutting the umbilical, now LET'S GO!

Miller: Fine, fine, I'm on it! (Pause) Did you see that on the superstructure?

Taylor: Yeah. Fuck. The ship has eyes. Why does it have eyes? Shit, this was supposed to be an easy mission!

Miller: Fifteen hundred…

Taylor: What was that?

Miller: I think-

[Rumbling, sound of bending metal]

Miller: SOMETHING GRABBED US!

[Sound of glass cracking]

Taylor: Shit, shit! There's gotta be someth-

[Sound of rushing water; cuts to static]

[End log]