Transcript of a conversation recorded between Agents Antoni Barela and Fiona Mackenzie of MTF Zeta-8 ("Sky-scrapers") and SCP-4454-1.

Barela: Command, we have visual on a nude human male at the impact site, white, estimated 30 years old. Appearance is consistent with SCP-4454-1. Approaching now.

Command: Acknowledged. Proceed, Zeta-8. Full containment unit is en route, but is 20 minutes out.

Mackenzie: Hello?

SCP-4454-1 pauses drawing briefly and looks up.

SCP-4454-1: Oh, hi.

Mackenzie: David, right?

SCP-4454-1: That's us. We haven't spoken to anyone in a long while. Feels odd.

Barela: We?

SCP-4454-1 gestures vaguely at the sky.

Mackenzie: The satellite?

SCP-4454-1: We didn't really have a name before we met, so now we're just David.

Mackenzie: I see. Are you okay? How do you… how have you survived all this?

SCP-4454-1 laughs, and resumes drawing.

SCP-4454-1: No idea. And yes, we're fine.

Barela: It doesn't hurt? What about when you're in space? Don't you need to breathe?

SCP-4454-1 laughs again.

SCP-4454-1: It doesn't hurt at all. You'd think it would, we land pretty hard sometimes, but it doesn't really feel any different from flopping onto a mattress. And no, apparently we don't need to breathe. Honestly we think all the things that supposedly happen to you in space are just exaggerations. We're fine, after all.

Mackenzie: And before all this started, was there anything… special about you? Anything odd you noticed?

SCP-4454-1: You mean could we survive without air and withstand hitting the ground at thousands of miles per hour?

SCP-4454-1 laughs again.

SCP-4454-1: Not that we'd noticed.

Mackenzie: Tell us about your drawings.

SCP-4454-1 visibly becomes more attentive, and turns to Agent Mackenzie.

SCP-4454-1: Oh, you found them! We're glad. No point in them if no one can see them.

Barela: What are they?

SCP-4454-1: The things we see, obviously. That's what we were created for, to send pictures of the things we see. We ran out of picture capsules when we first woke up though, so now we just draw them instead.

Barela: What do you mean "woke up"?

SCP-4454-1: Hmm? Oh, sorry. This was before we met, but we…

SCP-4454-1 hesitates briefly.

SCP-4454-1: It… told me - yeah. Sorry, it's been a while, it's hard to separate us from us. Me. Anyway. We were told. We were sent into space, but when we got here and woke up, we were confused. Scared. We panicked a little. Started triggering our systems, trying to work out who or what we were. All our capsules were launched, and we accidentally ruined our orbit.

Mackenzie: You're saying the satellite became aware?

SCP-4454-1: Yeah. It was scary, and lonely, those first moments. So lonely… we think we heard voices from Earth but we didn't understand what they wanted us to do. Eventually they stopped. Earth started getting too far away, so we reached out and pulled ourselves towards it, but then it started getting too close, so we had to push away. Stable orbits are hard work.

Mackenzie: You've been pushing and pulling on the Earth for 30 years just trying to stay in orbit?

SCP-4454-1: We didn't want to drift off into the darkness.

Barela: Why do you keep pulling things off the surface?

SCP-4454-1: We were lonely. We'd try and talk to the things that came to us, but nothing ever spoke back so we sent them home. We had nothing. No way of sending back all the things we've seen, no one to talk to. Nothing until David. Me. Us.

Barela: Are we talking to David now, or the satellite?

SCP-4454-1: Yes.

Brief silence. SCP-4454-1 continues to draw.

Barela: Tell us more about the pictures. Why those specific scenes? Why did you start drawing things in space?

SCP-4454-1: Those are the most interesting things we've seen since the last time we were down here. We don't have too much time to draw, so I can usually only draw the most interesting things.

Mackenzie: And the space drawings?

SCP-4454-1: Fascinating, aren't they? When we met, we realised that there was much more out there than just the Earth to see. We'd never even looked at the moon before, can you believe it? There's so much beauty out there, it would be a waste not to look at it. Still it's our purpose to observe the Earth, so we try and focus on that.

SCP-4454-1 stops drawing.

SCP-4454-1: Anyway we're all done here, so we'll be leaving soon. You might want to stand back a little.

Mackenzie: We're going to try and find a way to stop this from happening to you. Keep you here on Earth.

SCP-4454-1: Why would you do that? That isn't what we want.

SCP-4454-1 suddenly launches straight upwards, rapidly leaving visual range. Barela recovers the drawing made by SCP-4454-1, depicting the "red spot" on Jupiter in a surprising level of detail.