SCP-ES-039-1, SCP-ES-039-2, and SCP-ES-039-3 were identified when the microsatellites to which they were paired were captured by the Foundation's [REDACTED] spacecraft, a prototype transorbital launcher on a clandestine mission to [DATA EXPUNGED] that tracked radiation sources in its vicinity by indication of COEWS-179 and COEWS-███. Although COEWS-179 indication was kept after the removal of the three satellites and the mission objective was accomplished later, this recovery allowed the initial identification of the three initial anomaly instances, which died simultaneously when the satellites were towed into the shuttle and placed in magnetically sealed containers.
SCP-039 instances involved suffered two heart attacks, following the complete and fulminant failure of their cardiorespiratory systems. They were in a public place in Washington DC (USA), so they were picked up by the health personnel of the area; given the low probability of three simultaneous sudden deaths, the area was closed and the medical authorities established a temporary quarantine until the cause of their deaths was determined. The Foundation intervened before the first autopsy was performed.
When the autopsies on the obtained instances were completed, SCP-ES-039-4, an entity by the name of Adlai Stevenson II who claimed to have been his entire life, appeared at Command Site-04, requesting to speak with any Foundation representatives who were available to discuss the "release" of SCP-ES-039-1, 2 and 3. The following is an interview between SCP-ES-039-4 and Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan, with related information.
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: As a matter of fact, this interview will be recorded. The entity sitting before me insists that I refer to him as "Mr. Stevenson" or "Mr. Adlai"; is it appropriate that I use the former?
SCP-ES-039-4: Of course, miss. Ma'am?
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Agent.
SCP-ES-039-4: Agent. My apologies.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Mr. Stevenson, you say that you speak for all the people we have preliminarily classified as "SCP-ES-039", is that correct?
SCP-ES-039-4: I would prefer not to use that term. Satellitese, or perhaps Satellitan. That is what my son usually calls me.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Your son [check notes], your son, Adlai III?
SCP-ES-039-4: The same. Call him Addie. He's an enthusiast of the dawn of the nuclear age, and he's passionate about the program as a whole. It's not my case, I'm sure that he can see it… but to each his own. The army has filled his head with peculiar notions, I suppose. A sergeant of yours was always talking about those comics, you know? Aliens and robots. Nothing practical.
[five seconds of silence on the recording]
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Mr. Stevenson… Are you aware that your brain is on a satellite?
SCP-ES-039-4: [smiles] Have you seen the scans yet? What a remarkable development. That's practical, isn't it, Agent?
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: When did it happen? How? Who did it, and why? Understand my confusion, Mr. Stevenson, but technically you're not even quite here…
SCP-ES-039-4: My rights are still real. I am still a human being.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: You are not answering my questions; besides, we are not talking about that.
SCP-ES-039-4: Yes, we are talking about this. I am a human being whose brain is in orbit. When did it happen? I'm not sure. A benefactor considered me too important to allow me to die or just disappear before my time… me, and many others. So they sent me on a quick trip to the Great Lakes of which I remember nothing and… well, that's the way we are. I was lucky, others are told to go to Florida. You see! A man who failed the party, but not the people! That's what the letter said. Who knows? Maybe my good samaritan didn't sign it to save himself from you. It was typewritten.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: You do not know anything about your good samaritan? But you know there used to be one.
SCP-ES-039-4: The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am right not to dwell on it too much. But my fellow men think we have been rewarded.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: How so?
SCP-ES-039-4: Ah… I can finally talk about this subject. It's refreshing!, you know? So many months of silence, of pretending that everything is fine… of having to take a nap every time I have to make a long drive… O Lord! Or having to catch a plane.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Are you referring to the realignment of the satellite to readjust to your position? Is your reception limited?
SCP-ES-039-4: Are you an engineer apart from a sentry, Agent Fitz-Titan?
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Answer the question, Adlai, please.
SCP-ES-039-4: Of course I do, that's why. Do not ask me how I know. I do not know. I do not have the slightest idea of scientific or technical things. I told you before that I don't like to think about… this. Look, my cranium does not even have a scar, but it also does not have brains. Wow! What do you want me to do? Make a fuss? A lot of people would be harmed, and you just do not do that. My ideas are unpopular, but that is why I have to be reasonable in what I do and what I think… and yet, if someone blows my head off for what I say, anyway! Not much will be lost. I mean, I was never the toughest of the regiment, but have you seen these arms now? Oh dear, I am old and wrinkled…
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Mr. Stevenson.
SCP-ES-039-4: [laughs, pulls out a cigarette, is allowed to light it] Most Satellitese do not move from the region in which they live to avoid problems. The antennas do not have a reception as wide as we would like. We have our heads in the clouds, but we better have them right above the rest of us… don't you think?
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: I understand. Do you know all this intuitively?
SCP-ES-039-4: Aaah… Yes? You could say yes, yes.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Are you still in touch with your "good samaritan"?
SCP-ES-039-4: Not exactly. He's a patriot, I suppose… but modest. Every now and then a new Satellitese comes up to me, someone who has just been divided… you know, feet on the ground and head in the clouds. Well. Well, to each one of us, he says something. To tell you the truth, I am the one who has the most common sense of all, I think… but to the majority he says that, if you are going to work for the nation, if you are going to be good and great patriots, it is better that your minds are well protected. Plans are being developed, Agent. Plans to assassinate us. Plans that our benefactor finds out about. And… well, we almost all know things.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: What things?
SCP-ES-039-4: Things like this, Agent. Things like me. We knew them from before. We knew about yourselves, or the Division P, or the Coalition or from the fathers (lit.)… everyone had their contacts with things… strange things. That should not be known. That no one should know. [visible shiver, gives a long drag] Wow, that has not happened to me in a while. [chuckles]
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Did they provided protection against anomalies?
SCP-ES-039-4: Rather of those who would persecute us if they knew that we know what we know. It's a long list! But also, of course, of course. You live more peacefully knowing that you are not going to die until the time comes. Yes, you could get pneumonia or cancer, but no bullets or accidents.
Agent Lynn Fizt-Titan: Your bodies cannot die? But that…
SCP-ES-039-4: Oh, no, no, we are given a new body if the old one dies. You die, and one day you wake up in your bed and you are not dead anymore. Est ac iret cubitum. Like going to bed, God forgive me. No one is playing God, Agent Fitz-Titan, just… just they give us a chance to survive.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: And in return… they do not ask anything?
SCP-ES-039-4: No. Well, that we live. That is the deal. We work step by step through the homeland and no matter what they do to us… we are going to stay here. And they too will stay.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Excuse me?
SCP-ES-039-4: Agent, you know I have come to ask you to release my fellow men. They were only playing cards. They have work to do. Their wives are waiting for them at home. They have children, Lynn. One even has a granddaughter.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: We will deliver their bodies as soon as we have completed their autopsies.
SCP-ES-039-4: [compelling] They did not open the satellites! Are their brains intact?
[three seconds of silence]
[the subject stands up, troubled] Are they?!
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Why do you care, Mr. Stevenson? Is there any way to reimplant them into a living body?
SCP-ES-039-4: No. No, the procedure is irreversible. We all know that. We are all responsible adults and we all know what can and cannot be done. One of the things you cannot do is step back.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: How many SCP-ES-039 instances currently exist? Alive or not.
SCP-ES-039-4: Hundreds. Agent, I know hundreds. And I have no reason to think that we are just the ones I know. Several are well-connected, influential people… I am just the front man. And you know I cannot be taken off the board, right, Agent Fitz-Titan? If I disappear, you will ask questions. What are you going to do? Put my cranium on a railroad and let a freight train do its dirty work?
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: Mr. Stevenson…
SCP-ES-039-4: Go ahead! Do it. In a week there will be a new body in my house, safe. Know that I live in a neighborhood full of Satellitese. [shakes its head] We just want to be left in peace. We just want… we just want to live in peace, to work for the welfare of the homeland. Is it so much to ask? Give us back your satellites and our benefactor will take care of the rest.
Agent Lynn Fitz-Titan: I will have to discuss this proposal with my superiors. But I will need more information about SCP-E…
SCP-ES-039-4: Call us that once and you will not get another word out of me.
[END LOG]
Follow-up note: Despite repeated attempts to negotiate with SCP-ES-039-4 (including threats), it refused to cooperate. SCP-ES-039-4 was dismantled and incinerated, and a suitable cover was prepared.
A duplicate of SCP-ES-039-4 appeared two days later, and not seven as he had stated, at home, materializing in his bed. Mobile Task Force [REDACTED] personnel immediately intervened, subdued him, his spouse (SCP-ES-039-5) and ██ neighbors who tried to avoid their capture. A total of ███ SCP-ES-039 instances were tracked and captured. █ human beings had to be subdued and executed. ███ instances were captured until an adequate mode of containment and storage was developed in Area-08-B, avoiding execution. SCP-ES-039-4 and 5 agreed to cooperate with the Foundation in maintaining the cover of a fire that destroyed the residential neighborhood in which they lived; however, they did not provide any more relevant information.
Except in isolated cases, the captured instances died of natural causes while in storage, and no duplicates were detected.
The origin of duplicate SCP-ES-039 instances or the mechanism by which they manifest themselves at home is unknown. Multiple duplicate instances have been recognized, the majority being indistinguishable at the microscopic level from the "original" instances. All the instances identified were indeed adults; those of sufficiently young human descendants were subjected to amnestic treatment and put in the care of the relevant institutions.
The human beings to which the brains of SCP-ES-039-1, 2 and 3 instances (and by extension the rest of SCP-ES-039 instances) ,are presumed to, belong have never been found. It is not known whether the bodies of the SCP-ES-039 instances are remote-controlled biorobots produced from these humans.
Our SCP-ES-039 study has revealed another ██ instances since we convinced SCP-ES-039-4 to join our side. Three were low-ranking agents of the Foundation. All three committed suicide. All three were gathering information about the security of Site-34. Imagine my perplexity, not to mention pure paranoia.
If we go on like this, we will have identified several hundred more instances before [REDACTED] is over, and who knows where we will be at the end of the century. If there are more instances, I propose to popularize medical cranial studies or the proliferation of radio stations; perhaps that will reduce the number of SCP-ES-039 instances, or make them more easily identifiable.
In any case, at this time the number of SCP-ES-039 instances could be excessive for containment… and we cannot kidnap Stevenson. Just like that, we cannot. He has too many friends. It was hard enough to keep him hidden for two weeks, if we store him… it will be a nightmare.
I recommend that an escort be provided for all SCP-ES-039 instances that we cannot contain and that they be kept under close surveillance. And to make cranial radiographies to everybody. Once a year. And then, whoever does the X-ray.
- Agent L. Fitz-Titan, November 4th, 1956, Offices and Assets Sector of Site-34.