The SCP Experience - The Future of Warfare | SCP-1637

Episode Date: October 16, 2023

SCP Foundation EUCLID class object, SCP-1637: The Future of Warfare This story was derived from https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-1637 and is released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ Author: Matt Doggett Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/MatthewDoggettAuthor/ Website/Newsletter sign up: matthewdoggettauthor.com New Book Releases: https://www.amazon.com/Matthew-G-Doggett/e/B08FD5378Z DISCLAIMER: This episode contains explicit content. Parental guidance is advised for children under the age of 18. Listen at your own discretion. #thescpexperience #scp #scpfoundation #scpencounters #securecontainprotect #scpstories #scpexplained #whatisscp Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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interspersed with the occasional rock formation. Small desert shrubs dotted the landscape under the beaming sunshine. What is it? I asked our guide. A humorous and easy-going Tunisia named Aziz. He was one of our guides for our expedition into Jable National Park. I saw no humor in his eyes, and he didn't answer the question. He was staring out the windshield, down the dirt road that was little more than half-covered tire tracks through the desert.

Following his gaze, I saw nothing at first, just more desert. But then distant movement caught my eye, and I lifted my sunglasses, squinting at the horizon. There was a vehicle out there, and it seemed to be moving toward us, kicking up a faint tale of dust in its wake. Aziz picked up his radio and spoke Arabic into it, communicating with the other guides and the vehicles behind us. Meanwhile, the distant vehicle got closer, and as it did, I could see it wasn't just one vehicle, but several.

What's going on? Andy asked from the back seat. I don't know, I said. Andy reached forward and grabbed my arm. I set my camera down and laid my right hand over hers. Aziz set the radio down and put the range rover into reverse. I twisted in my seat to see the two other rovers turning around behind us. Who did you tell about this trip?

Aziz asked. Looking into the rearview mirror at Andy as we headed the opposite way. Now at the back of the small convoy. Me? Andy snapped. Only the people I trust. Who did your people tell? Aziz shook his head.

They must be coming for you. How do we know they're coming for us at all? I asked. Couldn't they just be another tour? No other tours in the area, Aziz said. Either they're poachers or they're coming to kidnap your wife. And I've never seen poachers driving armored vehicles before. Armored vehicles, I asked.

How can you tell? He ignored my question. I turned to look back at Andy, still holding her hand. She was the daughter of a high-profile billionaire. And although we'd taken pains to keep that fact a secret for this and every other trip we took, it seemed that the word had gotten out. She had made her own way in the world, refusing to accept her father's money beyond college expenses.

It was enough of a head start to have free college, she often said. And she'd been successful in her own right, although not anywhere close to her father's success. Aziz suddenly yelled in Arabic as we crested a hill. There were two armored vehicles parked across the road on the other side of the hill, men with weapons arrayed behind them. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched a rocket launch from one of those weapons. It streaked through the air and struck the lead vehicle in our convoy. A ball of fire erupted and the Ranger Rover launched into the air, flipping once as it exploded before landing on its roof.

Aziz wrenched the wheel to the right as we bounced off the road into the desert. Michael was in that one! Andy screamed, talking about our best friend. I had no time to process the loss because another rocket streaked from another launcher and smashed into the side of the other Ranger, which it turned off the road as well. It smashed through a side window and exploded, sending severed limbs out to tumble across the desert landscape.

Realizing that they knew which vehicle Andy was in, I was sure we'd been betrayed by someone in the group. And whoever it was had likely been surprised when their partners blew them apart with rocket-propelled grenades. No honor among thieves. I didn't think it was Aziz, given his reaction. But there was no telling. His genuine reaction could.

could have been because the plan had changed. Either way, there was nothing I could do. Not at the moment. They're coming! Andy screamed. I looked out the side window and saw several vehicles speeding toward us, aiming to cut us off or make us turn back toward the people with the RPGs. There was a rock outcropping just ahead, and it looked as if Aziz was aiming right for it. A distant gunshot sounded, and the vehicle slewed as one of the back tires exploded. Aziz cursed in Arabic and hit the gas, fighting to keep control of the vehicle. We must run into the rocks, he said. It's our only chance!

I didn't think it was much of a chance at all, but it was better than nothing. He slammed on the brakes as we came to the edge of the large rock formation, and the three of us bailed out of the vehicle quickly, darting into a crevasse. Andy and I held hands as we followed Aziz into the formation, walls of tan red rock engulfing us as we moved. We came to a wide clearing where the rocks created a kind of bowl structure. There were two ways to go, right and left. Straight ahead was what looked like a cave entrance, only there was something odd about it.

What's that? Andy asked, pointing at the cave. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the top of the cave entrance looked smooth, like it had been bored out by a machine. I ran over and peered into the darkness. There was a staircase there, leading down into a dark area. Come on, I said. There's some kind of bunker here.

Aziz looked nonplussed, but he came anyway. We hurried down the stairs and found ourselves outside a set of red-painted metal doors. They were heavy-duty and closed up tight. There were light fixtures overhead, but they were all dark. I reached out, grabbed one handle, and turned it, not thinking that it would actually open. But it did. As I pulled it all the way open, I jumped back when I saw the dead body affixed to the

inside the door. It was a man in a white lab coat who'd been killed by several long metal bolts through the body. His skin was rotting and he smelled foul. There was a mess of long-dried blood on the stone floor just inside the doorway. Shouting from up in the rock formation reached my ears. Let's go! I said, gesturing inside. Andy hesitated, but only just so. As she moved inside, she took out her phone and lit the flashlight. Aziz didn't want to go in at all. It's either take our chances in here or die out there, I said to him. He stuck his chin out and moved past me into the darkness beyond the open door. I pulled the door shut, but there was no manual locking mechanism that I could see in the light from Andy's phone.

A dim red light blinked in the darkness to the right of the door. I pulled out my own phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it at the source of the red light. It was some kind of control panel with a key card reader. Moving over to the dead man, I started searching his pockets for a key card. There! Andy said, shining her light near the wall between the control panel and the door. A key card was there on the floor. The man must have dropped it just before he was killed.

I picked it up and swiped it. The light turned green, and then a humming sound erupted from all around, growing louder as machinery powered up. Lights turned on everywhere, revealing what looked like the lobby of a high-end business. There was a small control panel right next to the door. The English word lock was under a red button underneath its Arabic counterpart. A green button above said unlock. I hit the lock button and listened as the door locked.

A moment later, there was a bang and some shouting from the other side. The would-be kidnappers had found us, but they couldn't get in for now. What the hell is this place? I asked, looking around. It was a rhetorical question. I knew neither of my companions had any idea what the place was. A sudden silence fell, and all three of us looked toward the metal door. We should move back, I think, Aziz said.

I couldn't argue with him. We all fled through the lobby, past the reception desk, and into a short hallway with a door at the end that said, Product Demonstration. There were four other doors in the hallway, two on the right and two on the left. Two of them were offices, and two were conference rooms. All of them had dead bodies inside. I counted nearly 20.

There was nowhere for us to hide. An explosion shook the floor, its source, back at the entrance. The kidnappers were blowing their way inside. Without thinking, I ran down the hall and burst through the product demonstration door, coming face to face with a monster. Screaming, I backpedaled and lost my footing. Aziz and Andy managed to stay upright, but they both froze, staring at the monster standing before us.

He looked like a... square-jawed military man with a buzz cut. But instead of two eyes, he had one large one in the middle of his head. The eye stared blankly into the distance, apparently not concerned with our presence. He was shirtless, and while his muscular upper torso was normal, his arms were anything but. Some sort of weapon had been grafted into his right forearm, replacing his hand. His left hand was that of a machine, with metal fingers and joints. The creature or man or whatever he was made no move.

He simply stood there, looking slightly haggard. And while his upper body seemed muscular, his stomach was thin, as though he was slowly starving to death. As I got to my feet, I glimpsed the inner workings of the weapon grafted to his right arm. I could see a piece of ammunition in the chamber, likely ready to fire. It was a bolt, exactly like the ones sticking through the dead man at the entrance door. Another explosion rocked the facility, bringing the three of us back to our senses. We ran past the statue-like creature and down a flight of metal stairs, into a cavernous room with blown out cars and dinged up metal targets made to look like men with guns.

I glimpsed a green glowing control panel at the side of the room, behind what looked like a bulletproof glass partition. Realizing exactly what this place was, I knew our only hope of survival was that control panel. I had never imagined a place like this would exist, not outside of science fiction stories anyway. but it's amazing what your mind can accept when death is nipping at your heels. As I bolted toward the control panel, Aziz and Andy both ran after me, asking what I was doing. I didn't answer. There was no time. Just get behind the partition and stay down, I said. I immediately noticed the helmet sitting on a pedestal above the panel.

It was connected by a series of wires, looking like something from an X-Men movie. I pulled the helmet on, but nothing happened. There was a green button in the middle of the desk under the word, Enable. But when I pressed it, nothing happened. Shouting came from up the stairs. They're coming! And he screamed. Do something!

I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see the Cyclops monster getting torn apart by bullets fired from inside the hallway. Turning back to the panel, I noticed a small screen with climbing numbers over a growing green bar. 70%, it said. 74%. 76%. I glanced over my shoulder again. Several men with automatic weapons and bulletproof vests appeared at the top of the stairs. They needed Andy alive, so they wouldn't fire at us.

Not yet. Not until they got closer. 86%. 88%. They ran down the metal steps. The clang of their boots echoing in the high-ceilinged room. 94%. They were closing in.

96%. Not long now. It was going to be a close thing. 98%. 100%. I slammed my hand on the button, almost immediately feeling the sharp pain of barbs sliding into my skull from the helmet. As I wrenched my eyes shut, the pain was suddenly gone. Metal door slid open in the walls on either side of the control panel. I could see it happening, even though my eyes were still closed.

Somehow, I was seeing out of other eyes. Three sets of them. The five kidnappers slowed as the figures were very visible. by the sliding doors, step or rolled out into the space. I was controlling them all, somehow able to compartmentalize my thoughts to each specific entity. I was a muscular soldier with a sawblade attached to one arm. I was a heavily modified soldier with a robotic exoskeleton

attached to miniature tank treads, sporting a rocket launcher and a rifle that fired incendiary rounds. I was a slightly deformed soldier with synthetic night vision eyes and a speaker in my throat that could emit tart. targeted head-bursting waves of sound. And I was looking at the kidnappers, already calculating trajectories and kill-shots and movements. The men all looked at each other,

suddenly not so bloodthirsty. They seemed to have forgotten all about Andy, huddled with Aziz behind the bulletproof barrier. All it took was one word, transferred from my mind to the mind of those I now connected to. Attack. The tank soldier fired first, moving forward on the tank treads,

and letting loose with a, rocket launcher. It caught one of the men in the torso, his upper body exploding in a shower of gore. A couple of the kidnappers tried to fight while the rest of them ran toward the staircase. A wave of sound emitted from the soldier with the speaker in his throat, popped a kidnapper's head within seconds. The soldier with the circular saw attached to his right hand, sprinted after the two runners, moving faster than any human could. He caught up to them before they even reached the stairs. Blade saw whirring as he swung it at their faces. Their screams echoed off the walls before they died out completely.

The tank soldier rushed toward the last remaining kidnapper. He didn't use any weapons, even though the kidnapper was firing at him repeatedly. The rounds simply bounced off his robotic exoskeleton. He smashed into the kidnapper and then proceeded to run him over with the tank treads until there was nothing left but a bloody mess of ground meat, leaking out of the ripped clothes and damaged body armor. The soldiers moved back to their spots in the wall. and then the doors slid closed.

I cringed as the spikes slid out of my head, knowing I would have a wicked headache for several hours. I set the helmet down and grabbed Andy up, wrapping her in a hug. We embraced for a long time as Aziz stood up and walked out, surveying the damage with a shocked look on his face. What the hell is this place? Andy asked. What were those things? I don't know, I said.

But I think we need to destroy this place for good. and never speak of it again. I think you're right, Andy said. SEP 1637 is a factory-slash laboratory complex constructed below the surface of the Sahara Desert in an isolated portion of Jable National Park, Tunisia. Records recovered from the administrative section of sub-level one seemed to suggest the facility was constructed in 1965

for military research and manufacturing. The facility itself spans approximately four colloquially, and is constructed primarily of the surrounding bedrock and other non-anomalous utility material. The complex includes dormitories, cafeterias, recreation areas, hydroponic growing facilities, power generators, water treatment facilities, and significant expanses of industrial machinery and medical equipment. Larger chambers dedicated to the production or testing of SCP-1637 entities have been lined with an as-yet identified growth. unidentified gray metal, which is highly resistant to damage and corrosion. Attempts to harvest samples for analysis have thus far been unsuccessful.