Bolterpyre 2

Item #: SCP-4084

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4084 is to be detained in a modified humanoid containment chamber. SCP-4084 may request the following: a.) a vase of flowers primarily consisting of roses and sunflower daisies, b.) a television set and c.) a library of old literature books.

The room should contain an observation window on the left side for research purposes. Two armed guards are to be posted outside of the containment chamber.

A Class-D Personnel shall enter SCP-4084 containment chamber every five (5) hours and engage it in a conversation about literature in order to prevent SCP-4084 from attempting suicide or committing self-harm. Any Personnel in the vicinity of the containment chamber are not to act violently or to make reference to anything related to war and violence.

Maintenance is to be handled by three crews. One is for cleaning the containment chamber, the other is for adding more books to the mini library and the third is for cleaning the cutlery provided to SCP-4084.

SCP-4084 shall be provided with 5 liters of Valvoline Gasoline (tm) every month in order to maintain SCP-4084's locomotion movements and health.

Description: SCP-4084 is a 182.88 cm tall humanoid heavily augmented with gears and steam pipes. The cranial part of SCP-4084 is sewn with a chrome plated mining hat mounted with a headlamp device. The face of the anomaly was obscured with a chrome plated mask that resembles a human skeleton. A valve point is mechanically affixed to SCP-4084's left eye. Both arms of the anomaly remains as a stump where two weapons are originally connected. Further research has allowed us to identify the weapons previously attached. The left hand was a circular saw 7 inches in tall and 9 inches wide. The right hand, through further research has shown that it was a steam-powered cannon that fires off pressurized metal with a force of 200 psi per second. Both weapons were detached upon SCP-4084's request. SCP-4084's exposed chest is also augmented as well. The anomaly's left breast was replaced by a set of rotating gears housed inside an unbreakable glass.

The composition of SCP-4084's upper extremities remained in its original form which consists of 12% biological tissue that belongs to a member of the Homo Sapiens species. The anomaly's lower extremities were completely replaced with artificial mechanical legs. A rectangular metal box was bolted to SCP-4084's back. Upon inspection, it contains one (1) cylindrical gas tank, two (2) metal tubes, three (3) spoilers that emits steam, and SCP-4084's serial tag.

SCP-4084 previously inhabited the basement of the University of Oxford in Oxford, England where students of the university has reportedly seen a "strange man covered in bronze". Foundation Agents investigated the report and found SCP-4084. MTF Sigma-26 "Bookworms" was formed to apprehend SCP-4084. Upon apprehension, SCP-4084 showed no signs of hostility and willingly surrendered to the Foundation's custody.

SCP-4084 requested for the removal of his weapons upon arriving at Site-19. SCP-4084 remains cooperative and friendly to Foundation personnel. It always talked about literature and authors, its "home", oppression and abandoning a "duty" which it regrets but shows pride of doing so. Further research has shown that SCP-4084's speech patterns and the journal entry found on the book previously in its possession (See Journal Entry-4084-01) implies that the anomaly has abandoned its original directives by chance.

Upon full inspection, the following items were found and confiscated by the Research Team Echo-Delta 04: one (1) cup wire brush, three (3) empty oil cans of ██████ brand, one (1) small shovel, two (2) sheets of sandpaper, one (1) handheld computer device with brass keypads and stained chrome vanadium casing and a worn-out journal with a red leather cover.

Addendum 4084-01: SCP-4084 is believed to be a hundred years old based on carbon dating tests on the remaining biological tissue exposed on its torso. SCP-4084 has divulged that it arrived to our dimension fifty seven (57) years ago in Severny Island.

Addendum 4084-02: SCP-4084 is known for its friendly behavior. There is a single occurrence where SCP-4084 had acted violently that it required the assistance of ten (10) guards to subdue him. A Class D Personnel, D-5534, has referenced the Je████ Ho███████ which angered SCP-4084. D-5534, three guards and two researchers were killed in the subsequent containment breach.

Addendum 4084-03: The journal confiscated from SCP-4084 is illegible due to sloppy writing and age wear. However, there are five pages that were still readable and compiled into one page for the benefit of this research. (See Journal Entry 4084-01)

Addendum 4084-04: This is the serial tag found on SCP-4084

Unit #: 00294-2149 Mk. 5
Role: Hykanatoi
Conduit: Tower 2332-53
Serial Number: 001123-3233-22

Journal Entry 4084-01:

The following is found on SCP-4084's journal.

In the land of the forgotten old,
where the skies are as dark as midnight,
and the air as bright as flames,
there is a kingdom of gears and steam and levers,
ruled by a Monarch of the flesh,
whose mind remains untouched,
and decisions all flawed from word to word.

The year is 1854,
by then, the kingdom of gears and steam and levers,
has evolved to an empire supported by fifteen provinces.
Each subjects under conquest,
are required not to think.
No thought, no rebellion.
For all the damned good king wants was an empire,
of obedience and control.
Not of doubt and chaos.

In this year, there is only war,
every other year is always the same exact year.
Forever and ever, stuck in that year of battle, of steam and of blood.
The kingdom, which is now the empire of gears and steam and levers,
is supported by a never ending conflict.
Each pillar of the castle is built with skulls and each soil is covered with blood.
All subjects are called to serve.
Three caste, all humans, no souls.
Nobles, Warriors and Slaves.

Our ways of living is sustained by the sacrifices of the Slaves.
Their souls live in our machines and devices.
This is the decree of our Emperor;
The lives of a million is worth more than the lives of a few hundreds,
for we only depends on our technology as a means to our living.

Our Emperor is like a Father,
a noble teacher with an all-seeing eye.
He taught us that to think is to defy,
to talk is to rebel,
and to upgrade is to blaspheme.

It was night of September of 1854,
the skies remained unchanged no matter the time,
we charged, slay and shoot,
we are in a frenzy, I am not in control.
I know not who our enemy was, never have been, never had known.
The last blood is shed and everything is silence,
Then all of a sudden, a bright flash of light appeared.
It burns like the fires of a thousand suns,
devouring everything in each path.
Then like a child waking up from a nightmare,
I know instantly that whatever,
Is in control of my fate,
has faded from the dimension of unseen reality.
I have slipped free, and now I'm, in control.

It was night of September of 1854,
the skies remained unchanged no matter the time,
I stood in millions of corpses,
the traitorous flesh and my mechanical brethren,
all share the same grave or blood stained rubble and stones.
Ahead, I see what looks like a tear of fabric,
I believe it is what separates,
from the world of you and I.
I walk with curiosity in my heart, entered and faded.

There I came to be, your prisoner from the nightmare of 1854.
You saved me from an inescapable nightmare,
I am in debt to all of you,