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They made him –
No, let’s start from the beginning. Let’s start with D-5913. D-5913 is not the protagonist of this story, but he is something like the protagonist, in some ways.
D-5913 is a man. D-5913 moves through the world, interacting with all that’s around him. He grows up, aware of his past and believing in some kind of future. He lives in a small terraced house in north London. He has a younger sister who likes to go bowling. His mother is loving, but she dies; his stepfather does not die.
When he’s 21, he ends up on the street. He is not on the street for long. The reason is that he had probably stolen something, or killed someone, or done something else that meant that he probably would have ended up as potential recruitment fodder anyway.
He is thus a mix, like most people, of specificities and generalities. He enjoys the taste of apples; he is a Spurs fan; he likes the smell of earth after rain. He doesn’t like classical music. He doesn’t enjoy nightclubs, but he enjoys the possibilities they contained. He hasn’t been to any for a while, of course.
These days, he mostly stares out of a window. There is a sense of nagging claustrophobia. His cellmate has lost a lot of weight; a little more each time he goes away. And every time he returns, he sits on his bed, trying hard to act normal. D-5913 thinks that he looks less normal with every trip.
They made him –
The room is grey. He focuses on that. He doesn’t know why he has to focus on that, only that he had a nagging sense that it is somehow important to do so. He thinks about sensations, and the sharpness of them; that which is in the mouth, in the body. That salt red taste.
He hasn't always been D-5913. He’s been D-5816, D-9159, D-0182. The number isn’t important; only that he is a number, rather than a name. Names are complicated; they give the person a kind of shape in the mind, which makes it harder for the jobs that need to be done to be done. But numbers make him ideal. They make him a hook on a wire, to be removed and replaced at a moment’s notice, wearing through in mind and body.
The rooms he moves through are grey. They are the product of a mind that thinks functionality and efficiency are a sort of mental cost-cutting. He moves under regulated, mandated light and shade, heading to a cafeteria, an exercise yard, a laboratory.
At first, he tried to escape. This didn’t work, so he tried to make a rhythm for himself, to keep him from going mad. But rhythms impose regularity on chaos, and here all was regularity, monotony. He’d look up and wouldn’t know where he was. He’d look down and the crisscrossed floors would intersect with the light.
The accident was inevitable, in the end.
There is something in his mouth. He doesn’t know what it is. He can feel it; can it feel him? Did it have colour, reflection or light?
The men look at him without seeing him. They don’t realise they are doing it, but they do it all the same. They made him –
“We just want to run some tests.” Dr. Halliwell smiles at him. It is a broad, comforting smile, the kind his stepfather used to wear. D-5913 moves his chair back slightly.
“It’s nothing, really.” Broad hands. Greying, salt-and-pepper hair. Careful, precise stubble. “It’s such a fascinating accident, really. I know you’re in a lot of pain, and you must feel bewildered, but this could be your ticket to an early release. I know you’d like that, right? Your file said you were on the streets, down on your luck. But here, we can really make a difference. Get you up on your feet, get you working – “
There’d been a Christmas where his stepfather had come to find him. He doesn’t know how he managed it. He’d been shivering under a bridge, staring at the fire the others had set up. A barrel. Such a cliché. He’d been thinking about how he knew what a cliché was, and how little and how much knowing that mattered here.
His stepfather hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t noticed him until he was above him, towering down. There was that broad, comforting smile on his face. So he’d scrabbled backwards and put his hands over his eyes and nothing had happened, no pain, so he’d opened them and he was gone, and it was just the fire and the cold water all over again.
He doesn’t know if he imagined it or not.
And now he is on the floor, and the sky is dancing, and there is something that he once would have called red, but can’t any more.
And he wants to scream but he can’t, he just makes a small pithy sound. It all keeps slipping in and out. He remembers that they said “male vocalisation”, but now he doesn’t know what it meant to say something. But something has happened. An event has occurred and a seal has been placed on the top of things. What was it, now? What was it?
They made him –
So they take him to another grey room. It is getting harder to remember where he was. They've patched his head up, but not quite enough. They want him in that sweet spot of comfort and pain, where he is most useful. They were very apologetic about it all, but they didn’t stop.
There is someone else in the room. No more Halliwell. Someone called Ortega. A different face. They keep frowning at him, like they can’t see him.
That Christmas, he’d wanted to put his hand in the fire. But he put it in the cold water instead, and that just made it worse.
Their eyes are glassy. They are frowning more, confused. Someone says something to someone else. An entity speaks to another entity. Movement takes place between atoms, and for some reason he can see it all. Atoms in the shape of a tongue.
He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t really remember where he is but senses something else instead. Like he doesn’t have to believe in a future but can see it, can see the design of it, even before they can. The inevitability of things. And it is horrible, but it is so comforting. So final. A kind of redemption.
They put something in front of him. A pie? A pie. A strawberry rhubarb pie.
And so it begins again.
He has a younger sister who liked to go bowling. He kept thinking about that.
They made him chew.
项目编号: SCP-3102
项目等级: Euclid
特殊收容措施: 被捕获的SCP-3102应当被收容在Bio-Site-66的第39号单元中。一个收容室仅允许收容3个SCP-3102个体。收容室的尺寸必须为2.0m*1.4m,墙壁须由耐热玻璃陶瓷构成,顶部必须具有耐火丝网。收容室的左侧应放置一盏紫外线灯,右侧应放置一盏日光灯。SCP-3102为昼行性物种,且在夜间时收容室所有照明应当被关闭,研究人员应当例行检查收容室的光照与收容室的完整性。
为尽可能的减少异常事件的发生,收容室应模仿其自然栖息地的环境搭建。收容室的底层应由干燥的土壤和白杨木刨花构成。除此之外,收容室应有一些标本岩石、一个用于藏匿的箱子和一个用于盛水的碗。收容室所有物品均应涂有防火涂料。每个SCP-3102个体应每周喂养2只大鼠。内部环境须每天清洁一次。 若SCP-3102发生自燃,惰性气体应自动充入收容室以抑制燃烧。如果火灾失去控制,应重新回收SCP-3102,并尝试回收利用收容室。
所有人员在例行检查或饲养SCP-3102时必须穿戴防火服。一名警卫应驻守在39号单元外以防止未经许可进入第39号单元。严禁任何人员携带易燃物品至第39号单元。被发现违反收容措施的人员应给予严厉谴责。需要携带文档的人员必须向站点主管提出请求。
收容失效发生时,第39号单元应立即启动封锁程序。热传感器将在火灾发生时密封门口,并自动向收容室充入惰性气体抑制SCP-3102个体。
描述: SCP-3102是一种未知的无毒蛇,与松蛇属类似,为北美大草原和奇瓦瓦沙漠的特有物种。SCP-3102的个体数量接近数百个,并且正在持续增长。SCP-3102最长可生长至2m,最重可生长至3.5kg。SCP-3102捕食的目标有小啮齿动物和爬行动物,且包括其他种类的蛇。SCP-3102一般性情温顺,通常忽略周围的人类。SCP-3102在对热量表现出异常的吸热现象。且这一异常特性是以更加高的能量需求为代价的,因此SCP-3102的食欲更加的旺盛。SCP-3102的外皮可以抵抗酸性溶液和高温。SCP-3102有着十分强大社交性,因此SCP-3102一般可以在SCP-3102的栖息地被找到或是成群结队的出现。SCP-3102会保护它们的幼体,并且保持与SCP-3102幼体的距离。在撰写本文档时,目前已有36个SCP-3102个体被收容。
当SCP-3102受到威胁、或者受到压力时,SCP-3102会立刻自燃。当SCP-3102的温度超过300°C时,SCP-3102的鳞片将引起剧烈的燃烧。目前SCP-3102的燃烧机制仍是未知的。自燃无法对SCP-3102造成实质性的伤害,但是这会导致SCP-3102大量消耗能量,因此SCP-3102只能在有限时间内保持燃烧状态。根据SCP-3102的个体大小、可承受压力,SCP-3102的自燃状态可持续45秒至5分钟。在自燃状态结束之后,SCP0-3102会进入休眠并在几天内无法再次自燃。
在自燃状态下,SCP-3102的行为将产生变化。SCP-3102变得极具攻击性,并主动寻找任何移动的物体。测试表明SCP-3102更偏向于攻击体型较大的生物,并以9千米每小时的速度追捕被攻击者,若成功接触被攻击者,SCP-3102将缠绕被攻击者的肢体并开始收缩。同时,SCP-3102将使用牙齿将自身锚定在被攻击者,以便于以最大程度地发挥潜在的破坏作用。被攻击者将受到4级的烧伤,并在没有及时处理的情况下难以生存。
当多个SCP-3102同时自然时,SCP-3102将以高度配合的方式与其他SCP-3102攻击其他生物。SCP-3102将策略性地围住被攻击者,同时攻击不同的肢体,并制造出炽烈的火焰攻击被攻击者。SCP-3102将紧紧缠绕被受害者的躯体,从而增加压力和表面积,使火焰更热更持久。SCP-3102也会使用这种方法快速烧毁建筑物,或者在某些情况下,建立防御阵地。
事故报告 3102/A: 2017年7月8日, █████████自然公园失火,这场火灾共计烧毁了564公顷的森林、摧毁16座建筑物并造成了18人伤亡。因良好的天气条件与快速的响应时间,消防队伍在4天内扑灭了失火。当地政府在不久对此展开了调查,并确认了失火地点为欢乐松树营地附近,而欢乐松树营地为游客的热门休息处。
于2017年8月8日拍摄的█████████ 森林火灾
几名目击者声称他们在逃离失火现场时发现了几只“火蛇”正在追随他们,基金会随后便对此展开了调查。基金会特工以应急人员的身份被派遣,并被下令调查任何异常的痕迹。随后,基金会“欢乐松树”附近9个SCP-3102个体,被发现时SCP-3102正在试图在附近筑巢。随后,SCP-3102被捕获并运送至Bio-Site-66。检查此次事件发现的SCP-3102的9个个体的报告表明,它们已经未进食长达数个星期。在询问主要目击者之后,对目击者进行了A级记忆删除。询问表明,SCP-3102是由于压力过大而导致异常特性的被激发,从而引发此次事故。
采访记录 3102-A: Julia Deboree
采访声称于失火地点发现SCP-3102的目击者。特工以当地警方的身份于████████警察局进行了采访。
日期: 12/08/2017
受访者: Julia Deboree
采访者: Schiener 特工
[记录开始]
Schiener 特工: 夫人,麻烦冷静些。我们主要是想了解下造成这场火灾的原因和——
Ms. Deboree: 求求你了,别对我这么做了。我已经把我所有我知道的都告诉你了。为什么没有人相信我呢?我已经告诉了其他警官了,而他们只是以一种看疯子的表情在看着我。他们都以为我是因为这场火灾疯了。但是我向你保证,我真的没有疯!这…这是那该死的蛇整的!那只蛇造成了这场火灾!全部都是它做的!它周遭的东西都在几秒内突然烧起来!
Schiener 特工: 好吧,夫人,我再说一次,请冷静点。我们正在调查关于你对我们说的那条蛇了。我主要是因为少了一些关键信息才来询问您的。
Ms. Deboree: 好吧,我…我不是很确定我除此之外还能说些什么了。
Schiener 特工: 您能从头开始讲下这事情么?
Ms. Deboree: 这事是在清晨发生的。当我看到营地中心附近的这个人在拿冰柜时,我不得不离开我的小屋,从我的车里拿出一些东西。我没看清那个人的脸——我也是对其他警察这么说的——但是这也是最奇怪的事情。他穿着一件沾满烟尘的蓝色运动衫,看起来像是乞丐一样。不管怎样,当时这人正在使劲搬冰柜的时候,我就问他是否需要帮助。
Schiener 特工: 他说了什么吗?
Ms. Deboree: 他啥也没说…他的头突然转向我这边,搞得好像我发现他走私毒品或者其他什么似的。我以为他会突然扑向我,但是他只是默默盯这我。接下来我知道的是,他把冰柜举过头顶,然后扔到地上,冰柜的盖子被打开,然——然后——然后那些…
Schiener 特工: 那些蛇?
Ms. Deboree: 那些可…可怕的蛇!它们从冰柜滑了出来,然后我根本就不知道为什么,但是他们竟然着火了!我以为一定是那家伙把这些蛇点着了,但是它们爬的样子就好像他们什么也没感受到似的。
Schiener 特工: 蛇被放走之后,把蛇放出来的那人怎样了?
Ms. Deboree: 噢,他只是跑进了树林而已。我没看清,不过我觉得他可能往东部跑了。但蛇只是停在那里,它周围的花草已经在燃烧,然后….
Schiener 特工: 继续。
Ms. Deboree: [停顿] 你可以说我疯了,可以称呼我为各种各样的东西,但是那些蛇确实在盯着我。是它们造成了这场火灾。它们抬起他们的脑袋,每条都望向我这。 它们直接冲向我——我甚至没想到他们能爬得那么快。于是,我立马跑回我的小屋,砰的一声关上了门。我真的不知道之后发生了什么——我太害怕了,以至于我连往窗外看看我都不敢。但是我听见了它们的声音。我闻到了烟味。那些蛇把它们周围的一切都烧毁了,周围也变得越来越热。我甚至可以听到有人尖叫喊道:“着火了!”。这周围完全是一片混乱。
Schiener 特工: 既然蛇当时还在附近,你是怎么熬过来的呢?
Ms. Deboree: 火变得越来越大也越来越近——我甚至能感受到周围传来的热气。我意识到这场大火马上就要吞没我的屋子,所以我觉得我呆在外边生还的几率更大。我便用椅子打碎了浴室的窗户,然后爬了出去。我爬的时候玻璃把我的手划伤了。我的天哪,我从来没想过火势可以蔓延的这么快,仿佛我来到了世界末日。树木、灌木丛,甚至一些露营用面包车都着火了。烧焦的叶子从天上掉下来,人们要么跑进树林,要么钻进他们的车里,仿佛整个世界就要毁灭了。我还看到一些蛇在追赶一堆夫妇——我希望它们失败了。不管怎样,我奔向了我自己的车,然后开车离开了这疯狂的地方。总之——就是这样。我希望我能说更多,可惜我只记得这些了。
Schiener 特工: 您能回忆一下有几只蛇逃出来么?
Ms. Deboree: 不好意思,不能,我没有仔细看,不好意思。
Schiener 特工: 没事,可以理解。好的,谢谢你,夫人。一旦这个地区恢复安全,我们就开始搜索您所说的蛇。
Ms. Deboree: 警官,请务必找到那个人。我不知道那些蛇出了什么问题,但那个人故意把它们放了,就说明他想伤害人们或是吓唬他们。这场大火不是意外。如果他不会被抓到,我向你保证,他还会再来的。
[记录结束]
附录 3102/A: 一名男子被基金会人员最终发现在█████████火源附近的一个洞穴里进行睡眠。该男子身上有各种烧伤,身着衣物衣物符合目击者Ms. Deboree的描述。当基金会人员靠近时,该男子被惊醒,使用一块煤渣攻击基金会人员并迅速逃离,随后,基金会人员开始追捕。该男子被追上并被拘留。关于该男子的审讯记录已被写至下方。
基金会人员随即展开搜查该男子的藏身地及个人财物,发现其已在洞穴内居住了一段长时间。在对其藏身处勘察时,两个SCP-3102样本受到基金会人员的惊吓,进入自燃状态。Mague 特工与Schuffman 特工目前情况危急。
采访记录 3102-B: Tyson H████ [仅限2级及以上人员访问]
采访了拥有并利用SCP-3102攻击公众的嫌疑人。访谈在Site-66进行。该男子32岁,为高加索人,蓝眼睛,黑头发,无业,尚无长期住所,除了一个疏远的妻子目前没有亲戚。
日期: 15/08/2017
受访者: Tyson H████
采访者: Dr. Malkov
[记录开始]
Dr. Malkov: 说出你的姓名。
Mr. H████: 免了,这些麻烦的手续就算了吧。这些冰冷的手续将冰冷带入空气之中。求求你,与人更温和一些,否则我们在这晨曦的阴影冻僵。
Dr. Malkov: 我建议你还是遵循我们的指令,否则等待着的将是无限期的拘留。如果你不说出你的名字,还可能会发生更糟糕的事。
Mr. H████: [停顿] 好吧,我叫Tyson,Tyson H████。
Dr. Malkov: 谢谢你。现在H████ 先生,你能告诉我你一开始是怎么获得SCP-3102的吗?
Mr. H████: 你的指那些蛇么?我觉得你肯定弄错了些啥。我没有去找他们——是他们找上了我。当我所有的希望都破灭的时候,当黑暗吞噬我的全身时,那些“朋友”给了我一些方法,一些启迪。他们的火焰驱散了我心中的黑暗,给了我一束微弱的火苗,指引我重返了光明。
Dr. Malkov: 您能详细说明下吗?
Mr. H████: 我觉得我们每个人都有过这样的经历,当一切的一切都没如你所愿时候,当生活对待你——如同你注定不会拥有幸福的时候。对于许多人来说,他们这些问题很可能淹没他们。前一分钟,你对生活充满了热情,热爱生活给予你的一切——直到你的老板因为有更年轻的人来应聘而解雇你,你的妻子和情人突然离开了你,那些账单不停地发到你的手机、你的邮箱,直到你突然——
Dr. Malkov: 额,我们还是把注意力放在那些蛇身上吧。你一开始是在哪发现它们的。
Mr. H████: 我已经告诉你了兄弟,我没有去找他们,是他们先找到了我。那些阴燃的美女蛇们在我家旁边建了个小窝——几乎毁掉了我那面包车。你看啊,是命运把我与他们联系在一块的。当我偶然发现它们的窝时,啊我操,它们激怒了,那些蛇瞬间气炸了。我被吓了一大跳,我以为我死定了。幸好老天爷还是眷顾我的,我才安然无恙。
Dr. Malkov: [惊讶] 那些蛇没有攻击你么?
Mr. H████: 不,相反,它们在芦苇和草地上卑躬屈膝,点燃草地,把自己的身体缠绕成结和形状。但是没有一条蛇碰过我,当然也没有碰过我的露营车。正是通过它们这灼热的混乱与疯狂,它们给了我一个想法。
Dr. Malkov: 你想到了什么?
Mr. H████: 这个世界是注定要被烧毁的。我们都是知识分子,兄弟。我们明白,作为人,我们必须适应一个不断变化的世界。在这个世界上,有太多的杂物——太多的垃圾——太多太多愤怒。它隐藏了内在的美丽。正如人们所说,外表美是肤浅的。还有那些蛇,它们真是天赐之物。地球母亲把它的闪电扔进了瓶子里,一个消耗性的涅槃。他们可以烧掉所有的负面情绪,烧毁那些腐烂了我们世界的不洁的思想与行为。
Dr. Malkov: 那你为何要把SCP-3102放进欢乐松树营地那边?
Mr. H████: 这是为了给他们一个教训。我知道大火烧毁了那些漂亮的树木和木屋,但没有失哪来的得呢?那些人,那些脚踏实地的人被社会的渣滓蒙蔽了双眼。如果我们向他们展示,他们便可以把一切抛之于脑后——你可以生活在余烬中——我们就可以让他们闻到灰烬,接受更光明的未来!
Dr. Malkov: 因为你的所作所为两个人失去了他们的双腿!
Mr. H████: 但他们现在受过我的教导了。他们会知晓到地球的断层和裂缝,就像我知晓到的那样。那些蛇太特别了,兄弟。它们每个人都专注于它们自己唯一的任务——煽风点火。我只是想给他们看一条不同的路。无痛则不知火。
Dr. Malkov: 我不是很知道我是否明白了你的——
Mr. H████: [用拳猛击桌子] 明白?明白?你太蠢了,你太愚蠢了!还有很多东西需要理解,还有很多东西需要学习。我们,人类,我们不受火焰的束缚,不受大火的摧残。我们可以烧毁一切重新开始。我们可以让这个世界充满风暴与烈焰。这些蛇是我们的火种。我们的火种!而这火种将带来一个新的黄金时代。我可以帮助你理解这些。解开火焰的束缚,解开火焰的枷锁,我们将一起升起——啊,哦,我擦。
Dr. Malkov: Mr. H████ ?
Mr. H████: 好像有什么奇怪的,我觉得好像有点热,这里好像——
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该男子开始紧握自己胸部,并且发出疼痛与不适的声音。Dr. Malkov请求医疗援助进入房间。此时该男子奋力回到椅子。口中冒泡,剧烈颤动,嘴中冒出烟。Dr. Malkov立刻躲入该房间的角落,大声呼喊请求医疗援助,而该男子则瘫倒在桌子上。此时已经进入自然状态的SCP-3102从该男子嘴中冒出,并继续袭击Dr. Malkov。设施保安进入房间,开始攻击SCP-3102。该男子在随之而来的混乱中被枪杀。一个SCP-3102设法抓住了Dr. Malkov的腿,火焰很快就覆盖了惊慌失措的Dr. Malkov。试图撬开SCP-3102的努力收效甚微。SCP-3102在一分钟后离开点火状态,并被成功解除。在扑灭大火后,Dr. Malkov随后被紧急送往医务舱。
5个SCP-3102个体被成功收容。Dr. Malkov的身体64%被三级烧伤,腿部需要大范围的截肢。Dr. Malkov目前正在接受物理治疗。
Tyson H████ 的尸检报告表明,该男子的胆囊已被SCP-3102消化殆尽,取而代之的是一个巨大的茧。破茧后露出了几个SCP-3102的卵,以及一个死去的SCP-3102幼虫。截止至撰写该文档时,目前关于SCP-3102为何会渗入体内仍是未知状态。对SCP-3102潜在寄生特性的研究仍在进行中。