Scp - 003 "Biological Motherboard"
Object Class - Euclid
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Dr. Tilda Moose wiped sweat from her brow as she checked the temperature gauges. The readout blinked: 101°C. Good. SCP-003-1, the so-called "Biological Motherboard," remained dormant atop its rune-etched stone slab, SCP-003-2. The containment chamber hummed with the effort of keeping the temperature above the critical threshold.
"Status?" called Agent Jackson from the observation window.
"Stable for now," Tilda replied. "But if the power dips, we're in trouble. Prep the backup generators."
Alarms blared. The lights flickered, then died. The chamber's temperature plummeted. Tilda's breath caught as she saw SCP-003-1 twitch, its form swelling, chitinous tendrils unfurling.
"Protocol Omega!" she shouted. "Everyone, thermal suits off! Skin contact-now!"
Jackson hesitated. "Are you sure?"
"No time!" Tilda pressed her palm to the surface of SCP-003-1. The others followed, shivering as the cold anomaly leached heat from their bodies.
SCP-003-1 surged, its mass doubling. It shifted, forming a massive brittle star shape, then paused. Tilda felt a pressure in her mind-a voice, not quite words, but images and sensations.
"She's trying to talk to us," Tilda whispered.
The entity's tendrils gently wrapped around her arm. "Don't break contact," she urged the team. "She's... analyzing us."
The temperature stabilized as the backup generators roared to life. SCP-003-1's growth slowed, then stopped. Its central mass reconfigured, forming a three-meter-tall humanoid female figure, hair and spine bristling with fine tentacles.
A chorus of voices echoed in the team's minds-memories, emotions, metallic sounds, and flashes of incomprehensible imagery.
"She wants to understand us," Tilda said, awestruck.
The entity's thoughts coalesced into a message: Paradise. I can make paradise. For you. For all.
Tilda's heart pounded. "What kind of paradise?" she asked aloud.
One shaped by your minds, the entity replied, its voice a mosaic of the team's hopes and fears. Or by any mind complex enough to accept me.
Agent Jackson, shaking, managed to restore full power. The temperature soared. SCP-003-1's humanoid form dissolved, shrinking back to its original dormant state.
The team staggered away, unharmed but changed. Tilda gazed at the anomaly, haunted by the alien vision of paradise.
"We have to keep her contained," she said quietly. "If she breaches again, we must be the first she finds. For humanity's sake."
Jackson nodded, glancing at the silent, flickering runes of SCP-003-2. "Let's hope we're ready."
Dr. Tilda Moose filed her final report, her mind echoing with the entity's unfinished message. The world remained unchanged-for now. But she knew, deep down, that SCP-003-1 was still listening, still learning, and still waiting for another chance to offer its paradise.