 Item number SCP-2102 Object Class Euclid Special Containment Procedures SCP-2102 is to be housed at Site-122 in an L-type humanoid anomaly containment cell, HACC. This is to be modified to minimize the probability of injury to SCP-2102. SCP-2102 is to remain fully restrained at all times, with its hands and feet encased within padded sleeves to avoid accidental or intentional lacerations of its epidermis. SCP-2102 is to be considered a permanent class Alpha-Red security risk in light of its suicidal tendencies. In case of an unbounded ectoentropic reaction, UER, all on-site personnel not specifically attached to this project are to be evacuated, and three members of security staff with at least L-2-2102 clearance are to enter SCP-2102's cell to initiate its breach protocol. C-2102-PRT-PRCH-14A-1.2 for more information. While in the incident, SCP-2102 is to be treated by attached level 3 medical staff for any burn sustained during the incident. Excess tissue is to be excised, and the resulting wounds are to be cauterized immediately. This is currently the only reliable way to reduce the amount of tissue generated. Excised tissue is to be destroyed as per the standard Biohazard Disposal Protocol. If its breach protocol fails, all Site-122 personnel with level 3 security clearance have been provided with the past key to this project's kill switch. This can be activated remotely, and doing so will trigger the dispersal of a dysino-assembling gas and powdered fluoridated aluminum with an SCP-2102's containment cell. This mixture will be ignited automatically after a 3-second delay. If the kill switch is not successful in deactivating SCP-2102, no further provisions have been made. Description SCP-2102 is an unidentified male of indeterminate age and descent. SCP-2102 measures approximately 178 cm in length and weighs an estimated 48 kg. 100% of SCP-2102's body is covered in hypertrophic scars, a result of the application of its breach protocol in order to halt past UER-slash-2102 events. Due to this scarification, SCP-2102 is deaf, mute, and blind, and cannot be interviewed. All data on SCP-2102 was gathered from testing and from surviving GRU Division P documentation. SCP-2102's anomalous properties manifest when it suffers a puncture wound or laceration, initiating an anomalous wound healing process, designated a UER-slash-2102 event. This process is instantaneous, and though both hemostatic and inflammatory phases occur as normal, the proliferative phase of the process occurs at a greatly increased rate, and no wound contraction occurs. Conservative estimations put angiogenesis, collagen deposition, granulation tissue formation, and epithelialization occurring at a rate of factor 10-15 power higher than baseline human physiology. During a UER-slash-2102 event, SCP-2102 will continue to produce new tissue at an exponential rate, unless all open wounds are successfully cauterized. Based on this, it is estimated that the culmination of an NK class scenario would occur approximately four weeks post-event should full neutralization not be achieved. Tissue generated during UER-slash-2102 events will expand into any available open space. Obstructions are able to delay the expansion, but as more tissue is generated, it will exert a mounting pressure on materials. Currently, there is no upper limit to the MPA SCP-2102 is able to generate. Blunt force trauma that does not break SCP-2102's epidermis will not induce its anomalous properties, and the application of intense heat will cauterize any open lacerations, halting SCP-2102's anomalous wound healing. Tests have also indicated that SCP-2102's anomalous properties would in all probability not persist if all soft tissues were destroyed. Addendum 2102-A-01 Notes on Recovery and Preliminary Containment SCP-2102 was recovered from the grounds of the Institute of Experimental Medicine SCAVN ██████ Czechoslovakia on December 2, 1972. Foundation agents embedded in the Czechoslovakian government had been aware of the existence of a GRU Division P project housed on the grounds of the Institute since earlier that year, and intelligence reports indicated its focus to be on the development of practical applications for rapid cellular regeneration. Following the successful appropriation of classified documentation detailing SCP-2102 and its anomalous properties, a recovery operation was planned for January 1973. On December 2, 1972, at 714 UTC, a disturbance was reported at the Institute of Experimental Medicine SCAV, and a large number of civilians were seen fleeing the premises. A small Foundation reconnaissance force comprised of members from several mobile task forces stationed in Eastern Europe was immediately dispatched to take stock of the situation before recovery was initiated. Preliminary containment was affected at 2301 UTC on December 2, 1972. Preliminary containment on December 13, 1972. Addendum 2102-A02. Excerpt from Mckonson's log 2102-OPREC-721202. Command, Merrick, what is your location? Merrick, on the grounds, nearing the entrance to the bunker. Looks like it's wide open. No hostiles in sight. Command, copy that. We are cleared for approach. Good luck. Merrick. Moving in. Merrick. The smell is… off here. Can't put my finger on it. Jones, stop bumble-fucking and watch that left hallway. Merrick. Mostly labs and offices. Found what looks like a break room a while back. Most of the files are gone, and what they left doesn't look important. Most paperwork on shipments, food, supplies, standard logistical stuff. Command, take it anyway. Let IA figure it out. Any sign of the anomaly yet? The Foundation Intelligence Agency. Merrick, Roger, will do. No sign of the anomaly so far, but it might be on minus two or lower. Ashton, start grabbing every scrap of paper you can see. Command, keep your eyes peeled, Merrick. Merrick, copy that, Command. Merrick. Almost done on minus one. Still no sign of the anomaly. Smell's getting worse, though. We've located an elevator to the lower levels. We'll keep you posted. Command, we copy, Merrick. Perceive a caution. Merrick. Always. Jones. Ashton. We're going down. I want you to secure… wait. Command, any seismic activity in this area? Command, not that we know of Merrick. Why? Merrick, I think I just felt something move down there. Merrick, come in, Command. Elevators stuck. We went down maybe about a foot before we hit something. No idea wha- wait, what's that sound? Metal warping and tearing. Multiple screams and cries of alarm. Command, come in, Merrick. What is your status? It's ████████ floor. Something's coming through. Pry those doors open. Indeterminate noise. Multiple voices. Grunting and yelling. Command, come in, Merrick. Merrick, Command. We've managed to open the doors and climb out. We've got an unknown amorphous mass coming up from the lower levels. Recommend immediate countermeasures. Command, copy that, Merrick. We have two F-4s on standby at ██████. They'll be with you in approximately seven minutes. Can you hold out? Semi-automatic weapons fire. Merrick, I have no fucking clue, Command. Right now we're trying every trick in the book, but every time we damage it, it seems to grow more rapidly. Ashton, see what a couple of lemons do to that thing. Multiple explosions. Merrick, Command. I hope those birds you're sending have something on board that'll stick, because nothing we're carrying seems to be stopping this thing. Command, don't worry, the guys on IA said they'd know how to deal with this. Get your team out of there, Merrick. Merrick, copy that, we're out of… Indeterminate loud noises. Command, status Merrick? Merrick, we're okay, but this thing just exploded through the topsoil and is still growing. Those birds better get here fast. Command, ETA approximately six minutes. How fast is it moving? Merrick, Jones, get out of there. Command, Merrick, what's going on? Muffled cry. Merrick, we lost Jones. He just got sucked under that thing. I have no idea what its speed is, and I don't care. Get those birds here now. At 14-22-56 UTC, two F-4 Phantoms dropped their payload of M-47A1 napalm incendiary bombs, successfully cauterizing the tissue generated by SCP-2102 during its UER-slash-2102 event in progress. Addendum 2102-A03 Translated excerpt from captured GRU Division P documentation. The following selected diary entries were found amongst paperwork recovered from the Institute of Experimental Medicine's CSAV. Their author could not definitively be determined. Date, March 2, 1972 Finally arrived. I swear, the tuple-lid was shaking more than the BMP I wrote in during my service. The equipment crates were already there, and mostly intact, though two ██████████ chambers and a rentgen got mashed a bit on the train, and the mainframe looks rather unwell too. I met with the local staff I kept hearing such things about. Comrade Dr. Sanyi, their head of research, has some genuinely compelling ideas about test-subject suitability index based on basal metabolic rate, the minxed experiments, and a couple other things. Though that might have been a result of his baroque palinka. Date, March 3, 1972 Turns out our and her three-phase plugs are somewhat different. I have a headache. Date, March 5, 1972 Good news. Me, Mikhail, Kuzma, and her technician Prasinovsky managed to swap the leads and everything and fix up the broken kit with the spares he managed to dig out from somewhere. All of it works too. Comrade News, as soon as we plugged in all of it for a test run, the fuses blew and we knocked out the power from half the institute. I would have thought they prepared things for our specifications. Ugly news. Looking through their fusing diagrams, it took the three of us half the data sorted out. Whoever drew these up should be scrubbing the cellars of the Lubyanka. At least we have some time to go sightseeing. There is a pretty amazing castle ruin nearby, and since Comrade Dr. Orokova's sister works there, we can go for a private tour. Still, the project stagnating for reasons this stupid leaves a bitter aftertaste. Date, April 19, 1972 It took a couple of chats with the OMB board, the institute's director, and one angry called a Moscow, but we had to power grid strengthen in record time. Take that, Watley and Weber. Oscar Watley and Norbert Weber, two prominent British researchers and tissue regeneration. Both attended the 1970 World Congress on Experimental Medicine in Vienna and may have met the author there. In other news, they brought in a couple of promising candidates today. Not ideal by far, but we will have to work with what we have. Soon we will see if the theories are correct. P.S. The trip was a blast, got Marusia of Skarshi will love too, and what is better, entire stock equals about a kilo of chewing gums. All it took was a roll of ruffles to the shopkeeper. Date, May 5, 1972 The first subject looked promising at first. When we introduced trauma, rapid clotting took place as expected, but the process aborted soon enough, and lesions developed. Turns out me hell mixed in far too much neodymium, the oaf. I swear it is the last straw. I told him if he fucks up again, I will drag his ass to Moscow by his collar. Date, June 28, 1972 Why do they keep dying? It does not make sense. Reducing the amount of neodymium actually made the necrosis worse. I cannot tell Mikhail that, or I'll be hearing it for the rest of my life. Date, August 3, 1972 The cultivation is done, and Alina, MU Dr. Alina Orofkova, C.S.C., current whereabouts unknown, Red, had a look at the histology. The results are interesting, almost like an equilibrium of sorts. The cells divide 50 times faster than in control samples, but they die off almost immediately too, until the whole thing chokes on its own waste, so to say, it is not pretty. It seems that to make this work, we need to shift that balance somehow. Date, August 15, 1972 So we got another candidate, the 16th since the start of the project. I had gone to Sillard, R.N. Dr. Sillard-Sange, D.R.S.C., saved documentation on Operation Redemption Red, and told him we really needed someone more resilient than normal people. The ministry came through, from what we heard, we got ourselves a counter-revolutionary who spent 15 years in a uranium mine as punishment detail, and somehow came out fine. Sure enough, histology results point at his cells pulling a co-shaded deathless, and his natural regeneration is about twice as fast as your average man, too. Who knows, this might be the one. Date, September 5, 1972 Preliminary results looking good. The wound healing process is not aboard anymore, though perhaps it is completing a bit too rapidly. I cannot believe I just wrote that. Ha! I wonder if we can refine the process, and perhaps even make it permanent. It is not our original goal, but if we manage this. Date, September 24, 1972 I am finding it increasingly difficult to sleep. X-16 is not like the others. He is not weak. The others never lasted more than one cycle, but X-16 has been lacerated so many times now, and each time he survives. Today, he somehow freed himself from the restraints and attempted to slit his wrists. I should be happy, because it means the effect now lasts several hours longer than we expected, but I cannot help but feel bad for him. I need some time off. Maybe Sillard will let me go see Marusia. Date, October 15, 1972 Finally, we have found the right composition. It turns out that we need a little more of the stabilizing agent jury, unknown Red, introduced a few weeks ago. It was staring us in the face all this time. Subject X-16 is responding well, in the medical sense at least. He is as uncooperative as ever. It does not matter. It will be done and over soon. Another little step towards our victory. When you think of it, the man is a hero, and he does not even know it. Date, November 3, 1972 Elina showed up in my section of the lab just as I was preparing another batch of the serum. She looked distraught and practically dragged me off by the sleeve. Good reason, too. Long story short, the samples seem to be gaining mass from nowhere. She thought it was a measurement error, but I got the same after spending the day calibrating the machines. I am very worried. I got into an argument with Sillard and jury. They say it was bound to be an error and want to press on, while I and Elina want to look deeper into what the hell is happening. Date, November 26, 1972 There is a pattern to the increases of mass and… all over. And it is not just X-16 now. I feel the answer is at my grasp. I had it all worked out yesterday, but I'll woke up at my desk soon after. I really need more sleep. In Marusia, I miss her, but Sillard is not about to let me go. Date, November 27, 1972 We were ordered to stop working on sample analysis and focus on empirical tuning of the composition. Me and Elina appear to be the only ones with an ounce of common sense here. Just a few days more. Date, December 2, 1972 It is far too early to be up, but I cannot sleep. Today is the day we either produce the very first Super Soldier or we start over with nothing. I really do not know which is better. Eh, tomorrow is the day too. There are no later entries in the diary.